#i will probably redo the first one some day

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˚ ⋆ﾟ୨୧ Office Siren ୨୧ ˚ ⋆ﾟ Sevika x Fem Reader

Synopsis: Sevika took immense joy in irritating you. It didn’t matter what time of day it was or what she had going on, she would always make time to make your life hell. Working for her as her assistant was not for the faint of heart, but perhaps it wasn’t all bad.

Contains: NSFW (men and minors DNI), oral sex (r!receiving), dom/top Sevika, oral (r!receiving), spanking, office sex, Sevika is kinda toxic but gets soft at the end.

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Can’t Get You out of My Head - Kylie Minogue

Notes: It’s been a while since I wrote for Sevika, but I drew inspo from a TikTok by the user _echo_riot_ and their CEO Sevika headcanons! I may write a second part to this but who knows hehe… I think it would be fun to explore a relationship between reader and Sevika.

Surviving with Sevika as your immediate boss was undoubtedly not for the weak. She ran the office like it was the navy and she never let up. When you first took the job you were meek, timid, and a pushover. You were a people pleaser in every sense of the phrase, but Sevika had hardened you to what you were now. Her harsh attitude gave you no room for mistakes and she wasn’t one to sugarcoat anything. If you made one, she would tell you down to the very last detail what you did that displeased her. You learned quickly what she liked and what she didn’t like at the expense of your naive personality.

Now, you knew how to match Sevika’s behavior with your own. You never took it too far though, just barely teetering on the edge of having an attitude with her. Often, you were quick to quip back at her only to feign innocence after. The older woman hated your little shows of defiance that she couldn’t really call defiance because you were still technically doing what she asked. She knew you were doing it to get under her skin—undermine her—in any way that you could. It’s like you loved to test her patience. There was always underlying tension too that both of you felt, but none of you wanted to address. You had your own little fantasies, but you’d take those to the grave. 

It was never one sided though, she had a special penchant for making your life especially harder. As her secretary you worked with her every waking moment you were in that office. She needed coffee? She bluntly told you her order, no please or thank you. Not even an order to get yourself something. Her schedule was impossibly full and needed to drop some meetings? “Clear my schedule.” She would bark at you. She loved bossing you around, and she also loved how easily you listened to her… well most of the time. If you weren’t being difficult to get back at her. He er favorite pastime was making you print out meeting reports in a specific format, then telling you it was the incorrect one before throwing out all your hard work and making you redo everything.

Currently, that’s exactly what you were doing. Profanities were mumbled under your breath, just spilling out like a waterfall. Anger bubbled up in your chest, just begging for a reason to escape. Usually her antics didn’t make you this frustrated, but today Sevika had humiliated you so terribly in a room full of men who probably already thought you didn’t know how to do your job properly.

She had been wearing that stupid smirk of hers all the way to the board room like she already had something planned the whole time. You kept up with her strides though, your sleek black pumps echoing against the pristine floor with every step you took. Your perfectly manicured hands smoothed over your knee-length pencil skirt before stepping into the room right after her. A folder with everything Sevika had requested for the meeting rested in your arms as you sat down beside her. You slid the folder over to her with a curt nod before your hands settled in your lap.

You weren’t shy by any means, not anymore, but the men in this room made you want to shrink into your seat. They were all old, rich, and looked like they had never struggled a day in their life. Sleazy jokes were made before the meeting officially started and you couldn’t believe just how disgusting a group of people could be. Sevika didn’t seem to find them amusing either, but this was an important deal that could have been made. An air of annoyance settled over you and you kept to yourself throughout the meeting, only speaking when the older woman asked for statistics and reports. You still tried to make a good impression, you knew the importance of this meeting for the whole office.

As everything was coming to an end, one of the men who had been eyeing you the whole afternoon piped up, his yellowing teeth on full display in his sickly grin. “What’s your little assistant over there even good for?” He crudely gestured towards you. “She barely even acknowledged us the whole time, these females have no respect anymore.” He grumbled the last part under his breath. Your face glowed red with anger, and you could even feel the small vein on your forehead pulsing with every passing second. His words hung in the air for a moment before everyone burst into laughter. Not Sevika though, she just had the same smug look on her face from earlier. Her eyes darted to you before opening up her mouth to speak. “All she’s good for is fucking up these reports and giving me attitude.” She said as she smacked the manila folder onto the table. This sent her business partners into another fit of laughter, and it was almost so ridiculous that you felt like you were getting pranked. There was absolutely no way people actually behaved like this.

You cleared your throat loudly, reaching for the discarded papers, “Well if you’ll excuse me, I have other business to attend to.” You scooped up the papers so harshly that one of your french tip acrylics cracked as your hand slammed onto the table. A yelp of pain was threatening to escape your throat, but you already felt embarrassed enough as it was, so with the last bit of dignity you had you exited the boardroom with the folder in one hand, and a bloody nail on the other.

That was what landed you in your current fit of rage. You were so lost in your own thoughts and reposts of how everything went down that afternoon that you hadn’t even noticed Sevika’s presence looming over your shoulder. “What was that?” Her husky voice purred into your ear. “I’m a piece of shit who humiliated you for male validation?” She repeated your mumbled words that you had assumed no one else heard because you were so lost in your own mind.

Your body jerked back at the sound of her voice so close to you, but she had caught you by the hips as you ran into her. Your back had just barely hit her chest as her bags ghosted over you, just barely leaving a wispy feeling on your skin. You wanted so badly to just sink into her hold, but you quickly snapped around to face her, your index finger pressing harshly into her chest to push her away.

“What the hell was that about Sevika?” You said in a hushed tone in order to keep your frustrations at least somewhat controlled. “Is it your life’s mission to just make me miserable every fucking day?” Every word was emphasized with a shove to her chest, inching her further and further away from you. “All you do is boss me around, I never even get a single ‘Thank you!’ or “Good job!’” It was like a dam broke and all your complaints just freely flowed and there she was, standing there with that stupid, smug smirk of hers as always. It’s like your words were going in one ear, and out the other.

“See, you’re not even fucking listening now either!” You had enough of her evil antics and shoved the folder full of supposedly “messed up” reports into her hands, and made your move to exit her office.

Papers flew everywhere as Sevika tossed the reports, not caring where they landed before taking large strides over to where you were heading. She grabbed your wrist, yanking you back to her. Her grip was firm, yet not harsh enough to hurt. “Where do you think you’re going?” The older woman’s tone sent shivers down your spine, and the catty attitude you had harbored just 10 seconds ago was starting to vanish into thin air. Still though, you managed to hold your ground and remove yourself from her grip.

“Anywhere but here.” You spat out, your words dripping like venom. Her grey, steel-like eyes narrowed and she chuckled, “Yeah right, like you’d ever quit.”

“You wanna bet? I’ll do anything to get away from you. I’ll go somewhere I’ll actually be appreciated.”

A low hum escaped her throat as if she was acknowledging your words, “You wouldn’t leave.” She echoed her previous sentiment. “You enjoy ogling at me too much to ever think about leaving.”

Your cheeks were flushed with color at her words… Sure you definitely stared, but was it really that much? It wasn’t your fault her suits were always tailored to perfection, showcasing her broad shoulders and back that cinched perfectly into her tight waist. And who wouldn’t stare at the way her slacks always hugged her hips and thighs perfectly?

Your lips fell open in a silent protest, but before you could even make up a lie on the spot Sevika had began slinking closer and closer to you until she had backed you against the door of her office. You locked eyes with her own mist-colored ones and you hadn’t even noticed her hand snaking down to turn the lock on the door. The click pulled you from your trance for just a moment before she wrapped her metallic arm around your waist to hold you close to her.

“You can’t even deny it. Whether you like it or not, you’re bound to me” Her flesh hand cupped your cheek and you couldn’t help but nuzzle your face into her touch. You had long given up trying to leave and opted to be completely shameless in your desire for her.

She was so close to you, you could feel her breath on your neck as she spoke, “Do you want this?”

There was no denying you wanted her, but it scared you that your dynamic could change. Everything you worked for could go down the drain if Sevika decided that all she wanted from you was a quick fuck and nothing else.

The other woman could see the hesitation in your features when she pulled away from your skin, and it worried her. Her smug facade dropped for just a second as she uttered her reassurance to you. “If you don’t, we can stop this right now and it won’t affect anything. I promise.” 

Her voice was softer than usual and it made your heart race at a ridiculous pace. You were sure she could feel it beating out of your chest. Her sincerity touched you in a way that cleared all your doubts though and you simply nodded.

“I want this, I want you more than anything.”

With that confirmation Sevika wasted no time hoisting you up into her arms. Your legs wrapped around her waist and her lips locked onto your as she brought you to her desk. She set you down gently in contrast to the sloppy, heated kiss. It was all tongue and heavy breathing being exchanged and you wouldn’t have it any other way. A loud whine escaped your lips and Sevika let out a little chuckle.

“Careful sweetheart, we don’t want anyone to hear. Right?”

“Mhm.” You nodded frantically, your mind already hazy from the kiss.

The half smile she gave you sent you reeling. Her lips were slightly swollen from the kiss, and the little gap between her teeth peeked out. You couldn’t contain yourself, so you pulled her in for another rough kiss. You tried to lead, but Sevika would never let anyone other than herself be in control. She slotted herself between your thighs and you instantly squeezed her close to you. Her flesh hand fiddled with the buttons of your blouse at a teasingly slow pace. She took her sweet time undoing every last one until your cleavage spilled free from its confines. She broke the kiss to take in your lingerie clad chest. You were adorned in the daintiest black push-up bra that as much as she liked the view of it, she wanted to see what was underneath too. Her other hand trailed up your waist to join her other one on your breasts, kneading them softly.

“Do you always wear shit like this hoping to get lucky, or was it a special occasion today?” She wanted to just bury her face into your plush tits, but she had half the decency to let you answer first.

“Always, you never know when you’re gonna score.” A little smile made its way onto your lips before you wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer to your chest.

Sevika wasted no time placing dozens of kisses onto your breasts and littering your chest with small bruises. You definitely wouldn’t be able to wear low cut tops after this.

“Let’s get rid of this now…” She trailed off as she reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. Your breasts sprang free and she immediately took one of your nipples into her mouth, coating it with her saliva. You sighed shakily, trying to stay as quiet as you could, but her mouth felt so good. You couldn’t imagine how it would feel on your slick pussy.

You took your other breast into your hand and gently rolled your nipple between the pads of your fingers. The stimulation to both of your breasts felt heavenly and you could wait for your pleasure to intensify.

“Fuck, Sevika your mouth feels so good…” You damn near whines when her mouth left your nipple with a satisfying pop, but you couldn’t stay mad for too long because she dropped to her knees instead, hungry for something else. She pressed chaste kisses along your knees up into your inner thighs, just barely dancing around where you needed her the most.

“Please don’t tease.” You pouted, peering down at her through hooded eyes.

“Since you asked so nicely…” Her metal hand shredded your stockings open and you gasped at the sudden movement.

Her thumb hooked around your matching lacy to pull them to the side, revealing your arousal to her. You were absolutely dripping from just a couple of kisses, it was absolutely pathetic. Sevika found it hot though, she dove in, eating like a starved woman.

Her mouth focused on your clit first, giving a few experimental licks before wrapping her lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her tongue swirled around your clit, working in tandem with the rest of her mouth to make you feel things you had never felt before. 

You felt a high pitched moan threatening to spill from your lips, but you hand slapped over your mouth with quickness. You wanted nothing more than to squeal out her name like it was the only word you knew how to say, but your dignity was stronger than that. You couldn’t risk the whole office hearing you. Something about the secretiveness is this whole ordeal sent shivers down your spine though, anyone could knock on the door at anytime and discover that you, Sevika’s faithful assistant, was really just a whore for her.

Your thighs clenched even tighter around her head as she dipped her tongue into your drenched cunt instead. You missed the stimulation on your clit, but her tongue deep inside of you was a completely different sensation that drove you insane. Her pace never faltered, she was steady and ate like she’d never see a meal this good again.

“Oh shit…” You whispered through your hands. Your body felt hot all over and you couldn’t stop yourself from bucking your hips up into her mouth. Her flesh arm gripped your body as if she was telling you to still your movements for her. You tried to the best of your abilities but you still squirmed around while trying not to knock things off of her desk.

The noises coming from the older woman’s mouth were downright nasty. She moaned into your wet cunt, absolutely drunk on your taste. You had never heard anything as lewd in your life, but you weren’t complaining.

Your hands found their way into her short, blunt hair, tugging her impossibly closer. You felt yourself growing closer and closer to what you had been chasing this whole time. Her tongue dipped deep into your core to draw your orgasm from you. Your thighs clamped around her head on instinct, and she let herself get smothered. It didn’t bother her, she only continued to eat like a starved woman until your legs fell open in exhaustion and overstimulation. Your almost perfectly manicured hands pushed her head away gently before letting your back fall onto the desk. Sevika presses gently kisses all up your stomach, past your chest, and onto your lips before standing up to her full height. She loomed over you, her presence oppressive and unavoidable, “Up, sweetheart.”

You let out a breathy whine as to say “no” but she wasn’t having any of it. Her sweet demeanor was still there from the previous kisses, but there was something else brewing just underneath the surface. Part of you wanted to find out, but the other part of you wanted to be good for her, so you pushed yourself up to stand. Your legs shook as you found your balance, you were beyond tired and all you wanted to do was sit back down, but instead Sevika guided you to face her desk before bending you right over it. Your arms found purchase on the cool wood to support yourself as your cheek rested against the surface as well.

“You didn’t think I forgot about that little stunt you pulled earlier, did you?” Her large hands roamed the material of your skirt that had been covering your ass. “Do you still want to leave? Find someplace that’ll appreciate you more than I do.”

You knew your voice would betray you, so you shook your head as well as you could.

“Use your words.”

Her tone left no room for defiance. “No! I couldn’t never find someone who would treat me like this.”

You were so far gone it didn’t matter what had happened earlier in the day, you couldn’t even remember why you were so mad at her in the first place. You just wanted to stay with her. Whether these were lust driven emotions or something else was for another day.

She hummed, semi-content with your answer, but she wanted a little something more. Her hands slid under your skirt this time, making contact with the ripped, sheer tights under your skirt. She hooked both her thumbs under the waistband before delicately pulling them down. Next were the lacy panties that she absolutely adored, she’d make a mental note to ask you to wear them again. Both articles of clothing pooled around your ankles and you were completely bare except for the barely buttoned blouse that hung off your shoulders and your black pumps that managed to stay on throughout this whole ordeal.

Her rough hands kneaded the flesh of your ass before her organic one came crashing down onto the supple flesh. She immediately soothed over it with her gentle touch, making sure to not put too much pressure on the sensitive skin. “That okay?”

It was more than okay, the sting felt delicious, and you found yourself wanting more. “Mhm.” You hummed, pushing yourself into her as much as you could in the position you were in.

“Okay we’re gonna count to ten. Just nine more to go.”

Her palm made contact with the sensitive skin once more, and a quiet, “two” slipped past your lips. You were really trying your hardest to keep quiet, but each time Sevika brought her hand down on your ass you wanted to squeal at the mix of pain and pleasure.

By the time you had made it all the way to number ten tears were pricking the corner of your eyes and you felt like you could just melt into a puddle of pleasure at Sevika’s feet. Your legs were struggling to keep you upright, trembling like Bambi.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson, sweetheart?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m sorry for threatening to leave, Sevika.”

Her heart fluttered at how softly you had uttered her name and she pulled you back up and into her arms for a quick peck to the lips. Seeing your lipstick smudged, eyeliner messy, and your glasses crooked made pride swell in her chest. She was glad she could bring you so much pleasure, but she was also concerned she might have been too rough with you.

“You okay?” She plucked the glasses from your eyes, setting them down on her desk before using her thumb to wipe the smudged lipstick from your chin.

You nodded, reassuring her, “‘M fine, I don’t regret anything…” You trailed off softly, something still heavy on your mind. Now that the lust driven haze had lifted you had remembered why you wanted to leave in the first place.

“I just don’t get why you had to embarrass me like that earlier. I get that you do it all the time when it’s just us, but in front of all of your business partners was taking it too far.” 

Sevika gave you a look akin to a kicked puppy before apologizing, “I’m sorry I know it was shitty, I knew it was before I did it, while it happened, and after it was done.” She looked to the side not wanting to face you, “Our dynamic shouldn’t always be me just… making you miserable, although it is fun to see you get mad.” 

You smacked her shoulder gently at the last part, “I’m serious Sevika. If you want whatever this is to continue, I don’t want to be fucked over everytime you need a quick laugh.”

“So you want this to continue?” You couldn’t quite place the emotion you sensed in Sevika, but her eyes lit up at the proposition.

“If you can promise me you’ll make an effort to be nicer to me.” You reminded her, eyes narrowing slightly.

“I thought you liked it rough?” That stuoid little smirk appeared on her face again and you had to keep yourself from giggling.

“I mean in the office! You know what I'm saying.”

Her eyes softened before nodding, “Okay, okay,” She put her hands up as if to surrender, “you got a deal.”

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A Cold Fire

MedWhump May Day 5: Fever (Alt prompt) Summary: Emily's sick at work, JJ takes her home. set in CME Word Count: ~800 A/N: I'm disappointed in this one tbh but I got out of work too late to rewrite so here we are. I might redo it someday when I have more time

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Emily was cold. Not ‘add an extra layer cold’, the kind of cold that made your veins run with ice. No mug of warm tea or hot shower could fix the cold burrowing deep into Emily’s body, settling rather uncomfortably into her bones. She ached, everything ached. Every blink was agony, the click of her keyboard tore knives into her brain. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this awful, long before Hotch had gone into hiding leaving her in charge of the BAU. Long before BAU Gate had plagued her life, forcing her to work at all hours of the night to figure out how to get it taken down. 

The woman reached for her now cold mug of coffee, taking a few swigs of the bitter liquid. On other days she would’ve added a bit of splenda, maybe some milk, but she wasn��t drinking the coffee to enjoy it right now. She needed to stay awake and there was not a whole lot else she could do. She also had this fleeting hope that the caffeine would help her headache, it didn’t seem to be touching it yet. Nevertheless, she continued to drink it. 

Time was typically something that Emily had time tracking, she had several alarms set on her phone just to keep track of her days off, but in her current state she was a mess. Before long the sun had slipped behind the DC skyline, leaving her office lit only by the small lamp on her desk. She had considered getting up to turn it on, but she was fairly confident that if she stood she would collapse. If she could even make it to her feet. She hadn’t even begun to consider how she would get herself home, maybe just sleep in her office for the night? It wouldn’t be the first time. 

The woman was still debating when a familiar figure with blonde hair darkened her doorway. 

“Hey Em, everybody’s going out for drinks. You want to come?” JJ asked, offering her boss a practiced smile. Their relationship had been strained as of late, but she was trying. In truth, she missed her friend. She missed what their relationship used to be. 

Emily looked up from her computer, blinking a few times as she tried to process the words. Her head felt fuzzy, she could take JJ’s words and understand them individually but for some reason put them together in that order wasn’t making sense. The silver haired woman shook herself slightly, trying to force herself to answer. Her thoughts were moving sluggishly, she couldn’t manage to form an answer. 

“Emily? You okay?” JJ’s voice poked at the fog in her head, forcing her back into the present. She blinked up at JJ, squinting as she tried to remember what she had been asked. “Prentiss, are you in there?” The blonde tried again, taking a few steps into the office. Before lockdown, waltzing into Emily’s office wouldn’t have been a problem for JJ. Now though, it felt like she was breaking some unspoken rule. 

What Emily meant to say was: 

“I appreciate your concern but I'm fine JJ, don't worry about me. Go have fun with the team, you guys deserve a break.”

What she actually managed to get out was far less eloquent. 

“Uh…’mfine, go drink,” she croaked out, rubbing a hand across her sweat beaded forehead. Her hair had started to stick to her skin, probably the fever that had been slowly getting higher. Emily knew that she was sick, but there wasn’t a whole lot she could do about that. 

“Woah, you sound like shit,” JJ remarked, previous concerns about invading Emily’s space abandoned. She walked over to her boss’s desk, tilting the lamp slightly so that she could see her better. The sight that she was met with left JJ amused and concerned. 

Emily’s cheeks were flushed red, the rest of her face a ghostly white. Her eyes looked sunken and glossy, dark circles making it appear that she hadn’t slept in days. JJ frowned, reaching over to press her palm to Emily’s forehead. 

“Oh Em,” she moved her hand from the BAU Chiefs forehead to her cheek, trying to understand why Emily would even come to work today. JJ couldn’t help the sad smile that crossed her face when Emily leaned into her touch, pushing her fevered cheek into the soft palm of her coworker. 

“Pack up your stuff, I'm going to take you home.” 

“Hm? No, you…you’re goin’ out. ‘Mworking.” She couldn't deny that home sounded nice. The idea of not having to drive sounded even nicer. What she wouldn’t give to be curled up in her bed right now, tv on and mug of tea on her bedside table. 

JJ shook her head slightly, beginning to gather Emily’s stuff for her. It wasn’t a surprise that she was resisting, JJ was still having a hard time believing that she was conscious right now. 

“You’re done honey.” There was just not much arguing with that. JJ’s authoritative tone, coupled with just how terrible Emily was feeling, was enough to tip her towards agreement. She was too tired to fight with JJ and she was so cold. At least if she were home she could add a few more layers. That sounded nice. 

@medwhumpmay

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Something Just Like This (With Zayne)

And last but not least: doctor sexy. Like I mentioned before, his took the longest. I started writing, got stuck and then BAM rain pour of ideas. His word count was the highest until I got to Caleb's.

Word count: 1,830

Tags: voice acting, just general +18 content, nothing too explicit, just mentions of fluff, smut and angst, Yvonne has a cameo as his script writer, low-key freaky Zaynie inzaynie.

Social media handles

Youtube 

Started as winterrambles, later changed into winterdoctorasmr.

Instagram 

macaronsforzayne – it's his personal account. He barely posts anything, it's mostly stories where he mentions something that happened (probably because of Caleb) and his medical notes. 

Twitter

winterdoctorasmr – Caleb forced him to have one. He interacts when tagged (mostly by Caleb, sometimes fans) and sometimes posts sneak peeks of coming audios. If anything happens that he can't post, you'll hear it there first.

How it starts

Caleb bribes him into being a background character for one of his audios with an ungodly amount of macarons. It does so well that Caleb ends up pestering him about doing audios. If he was already insufferable with Caleb's constant compliments during the filming and editing process, he's even worse now as his fans ask about him. Zayne doesn't budge until he makes a mistake on a sleep deprived night and posts a video of one of his medical rambles. It had been a long day and a long night, he wasn't able to fall asleep and with his sleep riddled mind he didn't notice he posted the video of his ramble until Caleb barges in hours later and wakes him up. He's gotten a couple hundred followers over the last few hours and the comments range from other medical students praising him, to Caleb's fans going crazy over the fact he's a med student, to complete strangers praising his voice because it was soothing. Caleb, once again, insisted, and this time, Zayne didn't say no but he didn't say yes either.

— It starts with more medical rambles, then it turns into study sessions because it's actually helping him with his memory.

— As he keeps doing them, more of his personality comes through. Little jokes, the dry wit, he goes from rambling about medical things to mentioning little things; a poem he read, a stupid joke Caleb made, a comment about an animal he saw or the climate or scenery.

— It takes him a while before he does a script, he's quite picky and meticulous about what he does and how he does it. A long time follower offers him a script, one that perfectly fits him. He's a bit reluctant, a bit stiff and monotone and he has to redo a lot of lines, but his voice gradually softens as he gets used to it and starts having fun. He hates the editing process, it feels weird to hear his voice and it takes him a while to get the hang of it, but he powers through.

— Zayne asks the follower to be his script writer. They talk about payments and schedules, both being med students, and once everything is settled, the show kicks off. Yvonne and him are the perfect duo, bouncing ideas off of each other and filling in the gaps the other leaves. 

Channel

— Shades of blue, minimalistic. His profile picture is an image of some macarons he ate.

— The editing is quite simple, a thumbnail with the title, an image of a male character and the important tags. He edits them so the thumbnail fades to black after 10 seconds and the audio starts. It's always straight to the point. 

— Posts whenever he can, always on a monday. The posts are inconsistent for the first year, but as he adjusts his time and figures out something that works for him, they turn into biweekly posting. 

— The videos slowly go from strictly M4F to the occasional M4A and M4M as he starts testing his comfort zone. He uses “darling, snowflake, dear/dearest” and “my love” religiously as pet names, so he doesn't need to adjust when the change happens. His page becomes a mess of the three by the second year of voice acting, with some scripts even having three versions and the occasional M4TM or M4TF.

— Beside his chronic pain audios being the most famous, there's also: the Linkon Doctor series (a man who dreams about an alternate life and fears losing control of himself) Master of Fate (a demigod shifu teaching other demigods how to control their abilities) and The Foreseer (an immortal high priest to a fallen religion who is locked in a lost tower and plagued by visions no one can hear)

— The first time he ever did a non-human audio it was because a fan showed him a script they wrote with him in mind (Master of Fate). It was unconventional for his usual scripts, he played a more expressive and joyful character, but he learnt he quite enjoyed it so he indulges in playing different types of creatures from time to time. 

— During october, he'll play elves, vampires, medieval healers, demigods, the occasional ghost and sometimes a winter related creature. He's played being your android assistant, a butler and even a cat hybrid (Caleb wrote the script for that one). It's like there's a check list of creatures he wants to try.

His sfw content

— The medical related things are still there, but it's not the center of it like it was with his medical rambles. He's more of a coworker now, sometimes even a classmate. Study sessions are still a thing, but it sounds more like you're doing it with him than you watching/listening to him. 

— There's lots of strangers to lovers. The fans love how his voice warms up as the relationship progresses, it's what they praise him the most for.

— For the amount of sweets he consumes, he sure does act out a lot of angst, you'd think he's allergic to happiness. Hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, character deaths, chronic pains. He dons a very caretaker role, often taking care of the listener in his own ways. Sometimes there's arguments and break ups, all of those related to his lack of time, but he never raises his voice during those. As realistic as a va can get with relationships, I suppose. 

— When he's not doing angst, he's doing: Very domestic established relationships, dinner dates and trying out sweets, little quiet moments where you cuddle and soothe each other. The fans like how quietly and calmly dominant he is, and they especially enjoy when his voice gets a little warning edge when pushing his buttons. 

— On the instances he writes his own script, he gets to show a little bit more of his dry wit and sass. The fans eat the banter up every time.

— Lots of winter vibes and themes, the fans call his channel a husband material gold mine.

His nsfw content

It took him two years to even consider that aspect of the voice acting. By then, Greyson had joined the mantle as his video editor, so when he makes a comment about it, Zayne practically reboots on the spot and gives him a sidelong glance.

— He can't stop thinking about it after. Not because he wants to, he was content with what he was doing but, how is he supposed to do that when all he's ever done is kiss and go on dates that didn't go past a second one? 

— So, he tries in secret, makes the conscious effort to record himself whenever he masturbates because if he's going to do this– if he's going to pretend to moan into the mic, he's gonna do it properly. He starts looking at scripts centered on first times, dusts off his editing skills and cringes at himself when he hears his own moans and lines. If he thought the simple voice acting felt weird, this feels worse for him. He's quietly throwing away scripts and deleting videos as he does the usual planned ones. 

— He finally manages to make something he's not uncomfortable with and when he posts it, the second part is linked to a different app, one that requires you to pay. It comes as a surprise to everyone. Greyson is flabbergasted, Yvonne has a weird glint in her eyes that he doesn't like and Caleb just pats him on the back with a little too much force.

— It unfolds from then on. He does a second after the fans ask for it, then a third, and before he knows it, he's making one every 6 to 8 videos.

— He tries to keep it sweet and gentle, soft and warm and playful and loving like he usually is with the rest of his content but he makes a particular comment on one of them that makes the fans go crazy and call him daddy or sir in their usual half-serious half-joking manner and before he knows it, he's dived a bit too deep into reading and researching about bdsm dynamics and now he's making light bondage videos and soft dom content on particularly rough days.

— He focuses mostly on being a pleasure dom, but being a brat tamer seems to be something he has on his dna so he also does that. There's daddy kink audios, sir kink (the fans speculate about which one he might like more, he doesn't give any hints), a bit of temperature play and lots of orgasm control. It's very rare for him to not be in control in his audios, but when it does happen, the fans talk about it for weeks on end because they love how needy he gets.

— The first time he did an audio where he wasn't being a dom while the listener rode him, he got so hard he actually moaned. A genuine, honest to god moan that took him by surprise. He had to take a step back to calm down– rub one off– for a little bit before continuing.

Extra things

— Sometimes his fans offer him scripts, he doesn't always fill all of them but he always shows gratitude. When he doesn't fill them, depending on the fans wishes, he might make a post talking about the script, Caleb is always the first to comment on those. It never fails to give the writer a boost in the community.

— Doesn't show his face on social media and barely posts anything outside of the va content. You may catch a picture of a cat, his glasses, or his notes, maybe even the back of his head (props to Caleb for the picture) or a random body part of his, but you never get to see his face. He's very careful about it and has been incredibly assertive about not wanting to show or reveal his face, so the fans stay respectful. 

— Caleb strings him along a lot when he goes to conventions, even though he doesn't interact much with people. They never announce that they're going and they keep a pretty low profile but sometimes they still get recognized and chat with a follower. He was a very anxious baby the first few times he went and kept quiet most of the time because he was terrified of being recognized, he only whispered to Caleb when absolutely necessary. He's grown more relaxed ove r time as he's gone and met other va's. 

Series masterlist.

[iloveyanderes]

Part 2 of my sagau-ish thingy!

(name) was having a really weird day. She had worked the overnight shift at a children’s hospital and then was scheduled to work the day shift just two hours later. Going home would be useless so she instead went and found a nice tree to lay under, a bunch of kids had pulled on her hair making her braid a little bit messy but at this point (name) was too lazy to redo it.

When she sat down (name) noticed she had accidentally grabbed a bag full of medical supplies rather than her actual bag full of stuff, it was fine though she could return it later today.

Placing the bag behind her (name) drifted off to sleep and the weirdness began when she woke. There were three children looking at her weirdly, probably siblings though.

One of them was clearly not well and being a doctor (name) couldn’t help but run to him, and weirdly enough when she was going to stitch his stomach back together it closed by itself.

The twins were staring at her weirdly and it gave her off vibes, well she did manage to save their brother-well somehow did, some weird magic put it together. So maybe when they’re gone she’ll wander around and maybe find out where the actual heck she was.

Speaking of that…

Where is the hospital!? Why is she out in the wilderness!? Why do all these children dress very differently!? Did she get kidnapped!? Why did she feel so weird-like stronger somehow?

Before any question could be asked (name) got shot,

By an arrow,

In the chest,

What? Do people even use arrows anymore? Well she’s certainly not in Canada anymore.

Looking down (name’s) brain hadn’t registered yet that there was supposed to be pain, so she took the opportunity to give medical advice.

“Uh-don’t take the arrow out-” her knees were wobbly and she struggled to stay up, “until you get a medic….” (name) fell to the grassy floor, it was a soft landing for whatever reason.

Huh, her blood wasn’t red or even blue…was it yellow?

Or gold.

—------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

(name) woke up sweating, it was so hot. Hot enough that her first thought was to get up and open a window.

Stepping on the floor, her bare foot met with rather soft carpet but it was so hot that (name) ignored it. Opening a window (name) was met with a cold breeze, oh thank god, that felt great.

“Your worship?” huh?

Turning around (name) sees someone who appears to be in a maid outfit, an old one from probably the 1800s, brown hair and brown eyes graced the maids' features.

“Who?” was the first word that came out of (name’s) mouth, the maid then freaked out and ran out the door faster than a cheetah.

That was weird, wait…where is (name) now? She’d been so distracted by the heat that she’d didn’t take anything else in.

Did she…get transported into the Victorian era? It looks like it, but somehow more fancy actually, like it was made out of better materials.

There were three gigantic victorian-like couches, two of them faced each other while the third faced a rather beautiful fireplace. Of course they were all on top of a red lacy carpet. Multiple vanities and dressers captured the room but the bed she’d been on stole the spotlight with its fluffy pillows and silky sheets. What the actual heck happened?

“YOUR WORSHIP!” oh that voice is a little bit more familiar, there wasn’t any need for (name) to turn around as she’d already been facing the door.

Oh, it's lyney.

Wait, how did (name) know this guy again?

“Your worship?” he asked again, a lot more quiet this time.

“Who?” (name) asked confused, she was no priest so she didn’t know who lyney could be talking to.

“You”

“My name is (name) I don’t remember being named your worship”

“Oh gods, you have brain damage too!” a maid that had apparently been behind lyney fell to the ground dramatically, probably passing out from shock- wait wait could be so surprising about that that it would cause someone enough shock to shut their brain down?

Long story short they freaked out because (name) had been out for a week and pretty much recovered from being shot in the chest with an arrow in that little time. However they were still insistent on her Being pushed down onto the bed. It was kind of annoying because everyone was trying to doctor (name) when she herself had studied for over 8 years to get the highest doctor degree possible but at the same time had it been anyone else she wouldn’t let them out of bed for at least 8 weeks.

“Your worship, please do stay in bed, you may be healed but we don’t know any other side effects”

“I feel fine” truly, despite getting shot only a week ago (name) feels fine, maybe a little wobbly at worst because she hadn’t stood up in a while

“You got shot by an arrow in the chest a week ago your not fine” that made (name) fold, she complied and sat down on the bed, quickly getting served breakfast in bed-well soup. But kudos to these guys for serving (name) something that her stomach would be able to handle.

Before digging in (name) saw lyney stare intensely at her, staring back she found that it was the appropriate time to ask lyney the question that's been plaguing (name’s) mind.

“Hey lyney, where exactly am I?” She asked. He was quick to respond, everything about him felt oddly respectful now.

“Fontaine, your worship”

“....I.. I have no idea what that is” the maid in the room proceeded to pass out again, while lyney only looked like he was falling deeper into despair.

“You haven't heard of the country Fontaine? One of the seven in teyvat. A world run by elemental energy ?The world you created where pretty much everyone worships you?”

“.......no, I'm from earth-the country of canada? Have you heard of it?” What is that type of book teenagers like to gush about to (name) when she’s treating them- uhm something about reincarnation, regressing? Uh no (name) had to die for that to happen and she’d be in a new body…there's one more word for it….

“Is everything alright your worship?” oh there it is, isekai! That’s the word. You don’t necessarily have to die to be Isekai’d so that's probably what happened, thank all those teenagers that (name) treated who were obsessed with light novels and mangas

“Oh yes, maybe a little bit hot, it’s humid in here so it’s making me a little bit sweaty” (name) smiled at him, when your isekai’d theres still a chance you can return back and that’s something (name) needs to do, there's already a doctor shortage it’ll just make things worse.

Not to mention (name) can’t abandon any of the children she’s vowed to stay with, they are so good to her so (name) had promised to always be with them. Because most of them don’t have anyone else.

“Would you want anything your worship?” oh yeah, another reason to leave, the people here seem to think she’s some sort of God. Being timid 90% of the time won’t help with that, (name) might actually start losing her sanity if she doesn’t return to earth.

“Oh yes just a bath please”

But first (name) hasn’t washed in over a week so she needs to bathe.

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(a week ago)

Lyney really felt bad for that doctor- not her worship but the doctor they’re making treat the divine being, if word got out that they're harboring the divine creator of teyvat it would cause far more harm than good. Having all of the 7 nations suddenly trying to go into one place even as great as the house of the hearth will not end well.

So when the doctor finished lyney was forced to sneak up behind them and slit their throat, he really didn’t want to do that but no matter how much they threatened the doctor they would still tell everyone they know about this because who wouldn’t.

Letting his siblings clean up the body lyney stares at the most important person in the world, he ended up having to get lynette to change her clothes as they had been drowned in golden blood, her worship was now lying peacefully on the bed.

She was wearing extravagant fontaine nighttime garments, for whatever reason that filled the magician with a sense of pride, well when the most holy being is wearing stuff you have a sense of nationalism too lyney supposes that can happen.

Walking around the bed, lyney grabbed one of the dried bandages doused in golden blood, placed it in his pocket, then walked out the room.

Placing it in an envelope with no letter lyney summoned the quickest bird they had. Stuff like this had no need for words.

“Bring this to father” he instructed the bird “it’s your number one priority” he tied the envelope to the bird's leg(i realize this is weird but just ignore pls) and watched as it flew away.

Father would be here in a week.

End chapter

[spellboundcrown]

i worship a nameless god of rage

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[soulsxng]

>:3

[inbabylontheywept]

the house i grew up in was a little bit of a fixer upper. for the first 19 years, my dad just sort of slowly fixed it, but pretty early on in college, he came into a large amount of cash and decided to just do the whole thing at once. so he rented a different house for like, 2 months that was just a block down from us, and then got a bunch of contractors to fix original house ASAP. it was kind of crazy, but it compressed many years of work into like, three months.

the sitting in a new house for three months was actually pretty fun. and i shouldnt really complain at all (staying at home while in college is a sweet deal)

but.

but. my parents are fairly hard of hearing, and their bedroom in the old house was in the furthest possible annex from everyone else. wheras in the rental it was just in the middle of the house. so without going into details, i was extremely aware that my parents were having sex like, eight times a day. my dad had just retired and i guess they were celebrating, which is great i guess, having parents that really like each other is way better than the alternative, but also, it did make me envy their deafness. i kept headphones on for so long that year i got literal ear calluses.

at the same time, the house my buddy from the shoe incident grew up in flooded. turbo flooded. they burst like, two pipes at once and the damage was so severe they had to redo all the flooring and all the drywall. his family actually had homeowners insurance, which is either incredible or suspicious for a family that used the drained pool in their backyard to store rusty scrap metal. so insurance was handling the work, but in the meantime, they were crammed into a very small hotel room space. we did the math on it then, it averaged about 80 square feet a person.

so one day i got home, and i was chilling, and then six rolled around, and apparently six o'clock was sex o'clock because my parents decided to flex their cardio. i grabbed my headphones and prayed that god would do for me what he did for beethoven, but that failed to work, and then seven rolled around and my parents were still at it, which again, very impressive, but was pushing me to swap out judas for mozart in those prayers. there's a definitive point where you stop praying to be deaf and instead pray that god could take you to a nice field and pop you like a gore-balloon.

i was about five minutes away from that point when my friend called me and basically said i have been stuck in a 500 square foot space with 6 people and i didn't have many marbles to start but what few i had are gone. please. if we are friends, if we were ever friends, take me out of here just for a moment.

and i was still pretty mad at him, but i had pity on the poor guy. also helped that i was desperate to leave the house. so i drove the chickenshitmobile to the hotel and i picked him up, and then we did our normal hangout activity, which was go to food city and buy produce. his normal house was, on a good day, nasty, and his backyard was, as i stated before, mostly used to store mosquito larvae and rusty metal, so what we'd always done before was just walk to the grocery store a half block away and leer at vegetables.

so we did that and it was like old times again. they had some radishes that were expired, so i could buy like, literally an entire grocery bag of them for about $5. so i did. i really like radishes. he got a coconut because he liked fruit and beating things with hammers.

which probably would've been great except we didn't have a hammer, so instead we spent about 30 minutes stomping itike it owed us money. when it finally cracked we cheered like we just got the winning touchball at the superdome and then he ate some of the flesh, and i ate some of the radishes, and we admired the black, starless sky of the city before i took him back to his hotel room.

and then we got pulled over.

i forgot to turn my lights on because the street all around the food city was ludicrously well lit. so it went from being pretty bright, to pretty bright and flashy, then i pulled into a parking lot and a cop came to ask us for IDs which is where everything went to shit:

i’d forgotten my license at home. 

the cop was was actually kind of chill about it - he said he could get by with just an address. except i did not know my address. i hadn't memorized the new one yet. so i told the cop, my house is getting remodeled, i don't know my address right now. and then he went to my friend, and my friend said the exact same thing. house getting remodeled, staying somewhere else, no address, sowwwwwwy.

now the cop genuinely didn't know what to do. he went back to his car, and i was stressed that i was about to get into HUGE trouble so i started eating the radishes and my buddy started eating more of his coconut, and we actually managed to eat like a quarter of both before the cop came back. we ate enough produce that he could smell something weird in the air, and he asked what the smell was, and i said radishes, and my buddy said coconut, and the cop said which, and then we produced a large bag of droopy radishes and an absolutely brutalized coconut, and the cop was just like

so my buddy tried explaining how he was sharing a 500 square foot apartment with 6 people and wanted a fruit he could fight with power tools, and i tried explaining how i'd actually tried buying my parents like, board games and puzzles and stuff but nothing worked - the only thing my parents seemed to like doing right now was each other, and we both went on long enough and pathetically enough that the cop eventually went:

ok. stop.

and we stopped.

and he said do you know why i pulled you over?

and i said, because of my headlights, and my friend (who is hispanic) and the cop both looked at me like like i was the dumbest person in the entire world. and then the cop said no. that's why i'm allowed to pull you over. i checked your car because this neighborhood has a terrible sex trafficking problem, and i pull over every car i can to make sure no one is buying or selling sex. and you two are obviously doing neither. now i could give you, like, four tickets right now, but that would do nothing to make this area safer, so just turn your lights on, go home, drive safe, and try to be less stupid in the future.

and i said okay but i was thinking, you know, damn, this is just how i live man, i don't have a hidden third gear i can shift into. people can't just get smarter because it would be convenient. it's always convenient to be smart. i am literally trying my best.

but i didn't say anything because i was, slowly, learning how to filter what i said. instead i nodded and the cop left then i dropped my buddy off, and the last thing he said was said he owed me for responding to his SOS. I said he owed me for a lot of things, and he agreed that was true. then i drove home with my lights on, 5 under the speed limit, and arrived to a peaceful quiet home. I could’ve wept with relief but instead I went to bed.

the relief was short lived. i was woken up at 6 am by my parents. i swore, and then i prayed, and when i did not explode, i swore again. then i got up to make breakfast before my first class.

[mrfoox]

Me: haha, I'm over that thing that happened over a year ago, lol, I don't think about it and-

Also me: -suddenly talks about it and gets hit with the same feelings as back then- aa, shit /:

[nikovraskol]

What were the reactions from the family in the original timeline where reader died?

masterlist - crack baby

if u saw alfred being mentioned .. no u didnt i forgot he was dead oopsy poopsy

soul crushing guilt.

the moon is high in the sky, and everyone's gearing up for patrol, though they can each tell that there's a strange blanket of silence around the manor.

bruce is perplexed, but it's fine -- he's probably just tired, it's probably nothing.

then he sees your lifeless body in an alley and he's fighting tears, his stomach churning as he gazes down at you -- his poor baby, lying in a pool of your own blood, your eyes glazed over, lifeless.

when jason died, he vowed to never let another one of his children die ever again, not like this. so why? you weren't even a vigilante, you were just.

he dives himself into work, searching for the bastards responsible for your death, when he finds them -- he'll give them a firm beating, he'll convey his anger, not as batman but as bruce wayne.

dick is absolutely devasted, he can't bring himself to look at your body, his poor baby. you must've felt soso alone, scared as you bleed out. he wishes he could've spent more time with you, wishes that he took you out for dinner that one time. he buries himself in hero work, much like bruce, trying to distract himself -- but it doesn't work! everything reminds him of you. he wishes he could've seen you smile so widely at him, just one more time.

jason, on the other hand, doesn't try to distract himself. he reaches forward and searches for the murderes with a deep sense of rage. he understands you, he does! he knows what it feels like to be neglected, forgotten -- pushed aside as an afterthought as bruce pushes in another sibling in a place that should've been yours, you could've opened up to him, he could've looked back at you. he feels a burning hot rage, an itch for revenge -- but beneath his anger is a deep sense of vulnerability. of the knowledge that he failed you, his precious sibling. he doesn't think he can forgive himself.

tim doesn't believe it at first. you got shot on your way home from work? what a silly joke. and then he takes in the sullen expression on bruce's face and he faced with a deep sense of hopelessness. how .. unexpected. he doesn't know how to move on, you didn't play an intengral role in his life but as the days pass he's acutely aware of the small things you did that affected him, the way you would boil water before you went to bed for him, or how you'd leave some painkillers on the counter -- all those small things that seemed to meaningless to him, he's forced to acknowledge his own shortcomings as your brother. he doesn't know how to move on, he doesn't want to move on.

damian, poor damian, he's crushed. you're dead? you? his older sibling? sure, he may have bullied you since the moment you stepped into the manor, not once did he show you positive affection. but he cares for you! in his own, twisted way! he's faced with crushing guilt, unable to look in the mirror without seeing you -- without seeing the resigned expression on your lifeless face. he always knew you were weak, but dying to a few bullets? that's--.. he can't bring himself to belittle you, not anymore, not with the suffocating guilt he's forced to face.

they have no memories of you, aside from the small child you were, shyly observing from afar -- to the lifeless body you are now. they scavange for every picture they could find, anything they can to remember you by!

if only they had a chance to redo it, to show you just how much you mean to them. :(

[insertdisc5]

hihi!!! i absolutely adore isat and it inspired me to start making my own rpgmaker game, so i had a quick question for you! if you haven't talked about it before, how did you personally go about finding a publisher? im pretty early in my own development process but it just seems like a daunting thing to find one :o

i hope you have a wonderful day!!! :3

I'm so good at bideo game that they came to ME (sparkles) thanks start again a prologue for showing publishers I can do game good

Here's some advice for finding publishers tho (source: I have eyes, and I've taken classes about this):

-first, ask yourself: why do you need a publisher? Money, marketing, producing, all of the above? There are lots of options out there that aren't getting a publisher. You can just hire a producer (like my producer Dora Breckinridge <3)

-have a pitch ready!!!! you can find examples of pitches online, but I highly recommend looking at the Bear & Breakfast one for example. At the very least you should have concept art, if not mockups of what the game could look like, if not actual screenshots

-making a good pitch is art. Highly recommend having someone look it over. Rami Ismail has consultations available just for that purpose and he knows his stuff (all the advice I have comes from him! I took a great class of his a couple months ago)

-once you have a pitch ready, email it to literally every publisher out there. yes I know you're making an rpg and this publisher is only looking for platformers, but send it to them anyway. They will not blacklist you for this lol, worst case scenario is that they won't look at it.

-if you get zero answers, redo your pitch. If you get a couple, that's the ticket. Look at their offers and take the best one. Only say no to the others once you got that shit signed. If you get a BUNCH of answers, it means your idea rules and you could probably self publish it and don't need a publisher. But take one anyway if you want (especially for your first game!)

-having a vertical slice is always good for pitching, but not always needed? (AKA a slice of your game that shows off the story, gameplay, etc... aka shows you know how to do this)

-once you get a publisher contract, ASK A VIDEO GAME LAWYWR TO LOOK IT OVER. NOT JUST A LAWYER. A VIDEO GAME LAWYER. ITS YOUR BABY!!! FUCKING DO IT

-you should probably add a clause about if the publisher goes down. Reminder also that the video game industry is in shambles right now. Manage your expectations

-you can also self publish. It is a thing you can do. Patreon is here. Kickstarter is here. You have options!!! If you can't get a publisher it's not the end of the world!!!!!!

-I'm just a humble dev and those are my own humble thoughts as someone who got very lucky with their publisher. Armor Games was very good to me during the dev of isat!

[mpchev]

Update on fanbinding dissertation: binding the dissertation itself!

After many days and nights of writing and wrangling footnotes and proofreading (where I couldn't convince my laptop that yes, I meant textualisation, not sexualisation), 'twas time to bind the beasts! In three copies, no less! Which I approached with way too much confidence from my one fanbind experience, and came with many fun little surprises due to the format guidelines I had to follow 🤡

This is going to be a long one, so here's my happy unfocused mug to confirm that it all ends well:

First pickle: The typesetting. I absolutely loved typesetting fanfic, but the dissertation had to be A4 (way less fun, boo-hoo), one-sided, with every page numbered. Did you know that LibreOffice won't let you add blank pages and only number the non-blank ones, without skipping numbers? In order to print signatures I could fold into one-sided pages, only numbered on the right-hand pages, I ended up switching to landscape orientation and including the equivalent of a blank page in the left margin.

Second pickle: The imposing, which I couldn't figure out using the amazing bookbinder with my weird landscape 2-page layout. I finally gave in and rearranged all the pages manually, which looked like p. 1 on the recto / p. 10 on the verso, then p2/p9, p3/p8, p4/p7, p5/p8, p6/p7. And because there was no way I was paying print-in-colour prices for all of this, I further split the manually imposed pages into two files, one for the greyscale printer (cheaper) and one for the colour printer (highway robbery). Still came up to ~£70, just for printing.

Very glad I went in chunks of 10 for the signatures, it made both the math and the folding using sheets from two different piles much easier, highly recommend (if for some absurd reason you also want to bind one-sided numbered pages in folded signatures).

Third pickle: Linear time. Had planned on having so much time to print and bind this thing, but kept writing and rewriting and proofing and oops! It was due in less than 24 hours and it was still not out of the laptop. So.

22/09/24, 6pm: Got to the library, started printing.

6.45pm: Found another printer where all the paper was the same shade of white, started printing again 🤦‍♂️ (kept the the misprints to use as scrap paper when glueing)

7.30pm: Started folding the 150 sheets of paper (3 x 100-page dissertation, 2 pages per sheet). Went from the last episode of The Magnus Protocol, to an episode of Welcome to Night Vale, to deciding restart The Magnus Archive, which felt almost poetic.

9pm: Headed back home, trimmed the edges (with a borrowed guillotine), folded the endpapers, stabbed everything. Lack of pictures to be blamed on my inability to mess with linear time, and the eventual sleep deprivation.

10.30pm, I think? Started sewing the signatures together, again with Supernatural (which I started rewatching when I submitted my first dissertation assignment in mid-May, and finished 2 days after submitting the dissertation itself, again, such poetry).

2am, probably? Tipped the endpapers and glued cheesecloth over the spines. Somehow figured out where to set the three textblocks to dry (I don't have a press). Sadly gave up on sewing on (or glueing) headbands, because time.

3am-ish: Cut the missing cover pieces out of millboard (had already cut 4 of 6 covers, since I knew it had to be A4), measured the spines of the three textblocks and cut those as well.

???am: Did some math, because sure, that's the right time for that. Cut the bookcloth to size, glued the cover pieces on the bookcloth. Remarkably only messed up the measurements on one of them! That means one of the copies has a millimetre of millboard showing in the inside corners of the back cover, but not enough time/bookcloth/millboard to redo it, onward we go!

Way past dawn: Took a break for food while the covers somewhat dried. Cased the three textblocks in the three covers, with the endpapers bubbling, which took me by surprise since it was the same paper and same glue I had used for the fanbind without any problem. I'm now thinking that bigger book = more time needed to apply the glue = endpapers getting warped, but I was so exhausted by this point that who knows. Again, no time to redo it!

9.30am: Stacked the dissertations under the heavy reference books I used to write the dissertation. Toute est dans toute hein. Went to bed while they (mostly) dried.

2.30pm: Woken up by my neighbour's dj set. Eventually put all that hard work in a tote and walked to school to hand it in at 4.30pm.

Fourth and last pickle: The titling. Couldn't find paper long enough to do a half-dust jacket like I did last time. Had big cutout plans, ran out of time and couldn't finish testing those. Also had some thicker textured paper I thought of cutting and glueing to the cover as a title card, but it turned out too thin and was warping. Finally resigned myself to submitting it with a blank cover, but one of my teachers asked if I would mind adding the title on with metallic markers to make it easier to identify (one copy will eventually be on the shelf at the Institute), and I'm SO HAPPY with how it turned out. Metallic markers. Why didn't I think of that. (I did, however, think about dressing appropriately for the occasion.)

So, is it possible to print and bind 3 books in less than 24 hours? Yes! Am I glad I did it? Also yes, very satisfying, love being extra! Would I do it again? God no, I've been sleeping for two weeks and I still haven't recovered. Can't wait to start binding something else though, so I guess it wasn't that bad.

That's it! That's over! Aaaaaah! Now waiting for the grade and comments, and hopefully soon I'll be able to share the content as well.

I'll also try to post some more about the research/writing process itself, somewhere between the late nights reading international treaties on income tax and the early mornings spent figuring out how to apply for a phd next.

Thank you so much to everyone who followed along, this was way more fun than I ever could have hoped!

[seungfl0wer]

I need some angst pleeez I love ur writing and would love to see more angst pleez break my heart

So I wanna request something like them calling you clingy or just bothersum? Take ur time tysvm <33

~Sunny ☀️

*Felix Calling You Clingy*

Hello there dear, so I started this and realized I’m probably just gonna have to make this into a small series. So you’ll be getting them all just spread out I hope that’s ok! Also thank you so much for the kind words i greatly appreciate it so much. I hope you like this. I started with Felix first for some reason his just kinda came out so here the first out of 8🩵

Includes: Texts messages, mentions of depression, arguing (of course has a happy ending they all may not though)

Small edit to put one of the messages is a small messed up I forgot to delete a line and I really don’t wanna go back through all of it and redo it😅 I’m sorry

Others here:

Bangchan , Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

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Lix seemed to be avoiding you lately. You knew he was always pretty busy due to him being an idol however even when he had time off he just never wanted to spend time anymore. It’s been a good 3 weeks with no seeing him. With how he’s been acting and how life’s just been in general it made you depressed. You just kinda felt like you were doing everything wrong and weren’t good enough for him anymore.

It was 4AM, You were tossing and turning just feeling all the weight of everything on you. Your mind was just thinking of everything and anything. You wanted so badly just to message Lix, you really needed him right now. You kept going back and forth on whether you should or not, not wanting to bother him so late with your cry babiness. Before you knew it though you were already typing to him. You knew he was awake by the little green mark that showed he was playing a game you both use to play together. So he was up and online.

You couldn’t respond anymore. Your heart was breaking, you started bawling. All you could do is reply with a “k” which he hated. Which you also hated and only used when you were upset. You grabbed your pillows and all the blankets you could find and made a nest on your bed. Curling up into a ball. The blankets soft against your skin as you buried your face into them. They were the only comfort you could feel right now. You eventually ended up crying yourself to sleep.

How could the man you love say such things to you? How could he just spit so much hateful venom at you. Why not just dump you, just get it over with if he was so unhappy.

The next morning you had woken up to more texts:

Your chest tightened you reread the messages about a million times. Your mind started to spiral a bit. You wanted to cry wanted to yell wanted to beg him but you didn’t. With all the emotions and all the stress lately you went almost numb. The next couple days went by and you started to try and do things to help yourself. You went out with some friends, kept yourself busy with you hobbies and even met some new people online to play games with. One of the best things you decided though was you erased all of Felix’s messages. You couldn’t sit and reread all the stuff that was said. You couldn’t keep making yourself feel the hurt.

You knew lix well, you guys have been dating for almost 2 years now. Did he go about everything in a horrible way? Of fucking course. Are you just gonna forgive him for what he said easily? No, fuck no. However, you knew lix well enough to know what he said is probably eating him alive. Because he does love you and you know that. But he’s a human and sometimes we are just prone to being really fucking stupid sometimes.

After about a week and a half of radio silence on both ends. He messaged you.

After that you two texted a little here and there. He even FaceTimed you a few times just to show you the scenery. When he eventually came home you two sat down at your house to talk.

Felix kept apologizing, both of you were crying by the end of the conversation. Felix told you it wasn’t about you being “clingy” per-say he said he loved being around you but he wanted to make a day when he was off to just do something by himself. Even if it was just a few hours. He said how he felt like he just never gets alone time. How it’s either go go go with schedule, doing stuff with the members, coming to your place. He feels so stretched thin and that’s why he blew up.

He know he did wrong by doing so but you get it. Man could be taking a shit and someone would be trying to talk to him about his job and something. He doesn’t ever get time for himself. You both agreed that you’ll give him space. And the days he’s doing his own thing you won’t text him until he texts you.

He also wanted to assure you he doesn’t think you’re clingy, he loves how you are and wouldn’t change you for anything. He said what he said out of sleepless rage. But he knows he fucked up.

You both needed that night in a pillow fort he built for you, eating snacks, talking about other things and just cuddled up together. You missed him. You missed him so fucking much. Missed the sweet smell of his cologne, his beautiful bright smile decorated with little Hershey kiss freckles, and the most warm comforting laugh in the world. You laid in his arms through the night, it filled with such deep conversations, crying, laughing and more crying but out of happiness this time. You thought to yourself “we are gonna be ok, everyone has arguments but our bond is strong.”

💙 if you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[lightofraye]

The Reasons I'm Anti-Danneel (Redone)

I've decided to redo the original post, largely as most of it was heavily drawn/copy-pasted from @taraslittlecorner (now defunct/deactivated) and was not a good fit for me. Listing receipts/evidence of why I feel this way should be calmer, with citations, proof as much as possible.

Here’s a caveat: This is my belief. This is my stance. I am not here to shove this into anyone else’s face and go “You should not be a Danneel fan!” I'm not demanding everyone believe me. This is me explaining why I am not a fan of hers, as to why I dislike her. No, I do not “hate” her. No, I am not obligated to respect her or like her just because she’s Jensen’s wife. That’s absurd.

Whenever possible, I will provide citation. Some I am unable to, because they have been deleted from the internet and unfortunately, the Wayback Machine (aka the Internet Archive) did not archive it and no one else screenshotted/linked the evidence. I will try to keep that as minimal as possible.

I'm placing a content/trigger warning, as there may be descriptions of abuse to follow. If description of abuse bothers you, even emotional abuse, I advise you to skip.

I'll add a cut here because it's going to get long!

**Disclaimer** This are observations and opinions of what I’ve seen, as well as what others have seen on social media, in interviews, etc. Each relationship is different, and each domestic abuse case can vary in degrees of abuse, usually over time, but not always. These are just some of the things we can see publicly, and if things are shown publicly, it’s a safe bet there’s worse happening behind closed doors. I’m not a medical professional nor expert, again, these are opinions and observations. If you suspect someone you love is in an abusive relationship, please contact the proper outlets for battered women and men in your area.

Now to begin.

1. Fat Shaming Him

Jensen eating gummy bears. This post was made as a public stab at Jensen for the amount of gummy bears he was eating. It was a stab at not only his eating habits/weight, but it was also a stab at him being greedy or gluttonous.

Jensen on the carousel. Another stab at Jensen about his weight.

1A. The End Result Of Fat Shaming:

There was this. Yes, it was probably around the time he was training for the marathon with Jared, but this was a scary weight drop. Especially as marathons and running require you to really increase your caloric intake to keep your weight and energy up. On the heels of the public fat-shaming, this is rather shocking.

Dated: January 17, 2018.

Ignoring Danneel's claim of "marathon body", he did look skinny. You can compare how Jensen looked at the beginning of Supernatural to later seasons and there's a distinct difference. He's skinnier. Skinny does not always equate healthy, especially if it's muscle loss.

Unfortunately, other photos are in evidence of the massive weight loss.

This Tumblr post shows him still rather skinny during an event at FBBC.

Every time Jensen has to quarantine with her he starts to look like death warmed over, weight drop, sickly looking skin color, (which is also a sign of malnutrition), and that dead look we can’t get seem to forget. Then we get him back to work, and it’s almost an immediate improvement.

2. Unexplained Injury: There is the chunk that’s missing out of his nose now because of a nose injury that kept being explained in different instances at the same event as to how he even got it. It first appeared a day after the FBBC family reunion event that took place in May of 2018 in a post made by Danneel of Jensen playing with the kids, and people thought it was just a breathe right strip.

If you look closely, you can even see that his eyes looked to be blacked, as if he’d somehow broken his nose. Once he got to an event for Danneel’s Limbo Jewelry line launch in NYC, he kept changing the story as to how he got said injury. First he told fans that he’d hurt it by hitting a pool wall while playing with his kids. Then he said he’d dropped a keg on it. Well, if you’ve ever worked for a bar or been around kegs you know those things are heavy, and that story is untrue.

Had Danneel been walking around with an unknown injury and her story kept changing, it would have gotten attention. Men… not so much, and it shows.

3. Public Humiliation: There’s this Valentine’s Day post. Imagine reading that post, seeing your spouse mention their “first” love and then jokingly say you’re the second and “more important” love. Especially on the heels of Jensen’s fairly recent share at a convention of how “he’ll do” as her “second choice”. Your spouse should’ve been your first and only choice!

Posting him in his underwear just to garner some attention to her post. Honestly, it's pathetic, and adds to the narcissistic sociopath mentality assessment. What was the post about? To sell beer outside of Texas. But using Jensen to do it? Really, Danneel? God.

Then there's the photo of him in the bathroom. Some say he was a willing participant in the joke. I say "That doesn't matter." It's gross, crude, classless. It demonstrates how selfish she is.

I absolutely have a sense of humor. However, a joke only works if everyone is laughing.

Then there's this Jared photo. While not related to Jensen, it demonstrates just how much she doesn't care about people. She stated that she lied to Jared, that she deleted it, and then posted it anyway. How much you wanna bet that this was one of many reasons Jared and Genevieve pulled back from the Ackles? Because Danneel does not respect the Padaleckis, and Jensen cannot get Danneel to actually behave like a human being.

There's the whole AD House Tour. The whole video, she’s taking swipes at Jensen left and right. Claiming he didn't help in changing the kids’ diapers, to not cleaning the house at all, to not cooking at all.

Time stamp 0:58: The way Jensen hastily goes "not swing", to this day, honestly makes me wonder. Especially about that orgy rumor tweet....

Time stamp 1:14: Implying Jensen would be against flowers because it'd be "too girly", but then claiming he loved it. This makes me wonder. You'll see why later on in this post.

Time stamp 2:10: How is it Jensen didn't know that was the sex plant of a palm until then? Did he know nothing about that house??

Time stamp 3:11: Claiming it was Jensen’s first time in the kitchen, which literally doesn't make sense. Unless he'd been barred from the kitchen, surely he'd been in there to grab a beer, a snack, something for the kids. By saying this, she's implying that he uses her as a servant to get him everything. (I’m intrigued by Jensen's statement about the stove/oven, and how it was “so unnecessary”. He's been overruled.)

Time stamp 4:00: Jensen is very, very shocked that the chair moves. How is he that surprised by a moving chair? Does he not live there?! With kids, stuff would move!

Time stamp 5:39: Again, implying Jensen never helps out with the kids, the diapers. Uh, Danneel, neither do you. You have nannies.

Time stamp 6:04: She says it’s “ridiculous” he’s doing a marathon? It’s for charity, Danneel! So much for being a caring, compassionate person.

Time stamp 6:39: Jensen has to go to the guest room when he comes home late at night? Does Danneel not want to greet her husband lovingly, regardless of how late it is? She prioritizes sleep over him? Ooookay.

Time stamp: 6:58: Persistently tortures Jensen with the creepy doll. She knows it bothers him, yet keeps it around and keeps torturing him with it. Yeah, cool, that’s love, folks!

Time stamp 9:04: States rather publicly that he never cleaned the bathrooms. Danneel, honey, I’m fairly certain you don’t either—you have maids.

Time stamp 9:20: Embarrasses Jensen with the “where the magic happens” statement about the master suite. Jensen asked for it to not be included. Oh look. It's included. Overruled him again. He never has his way, does he, Danneel?

Time stamp 9:46: Of course Danneel doesn’t care that Jensen doesn’t like the big window and how people might be able to look in when they’re in the bathroom. She loves the attention and loves bragging about the man she trapped in marriage, no matter how uncomfortable it makes him. So considerate.

Time stamp 11:41: Puts Jensen down by saying she’s a little bit neater than him. Then puts him down again by saying he had help on cleaning up his side. Do you ever praise your husband, woman??

Yet, she praised him here, about how he’s been pitching in with mopping, preparing FBBC. Liar, liar, pants on fire at this point.

The FBBC interview. Let's not kid ourselves. That interview was bad. The interviewer didn't really do a good job, but it revealed a lot about the dynamic between Danneel and Jensen. At one point, Danneel claimed Jensen didn’t smell good, and he tried to excuse it because he was mopping (wait, I thought he didn't do any cleaning, Danneel??). Then she was like “Oh yeah he did so...” Then she made that horrible joke about being pregnant and Jensen actually gagged. Yes, he tried to play it off as a joke, but the look on his face was not that of a man who was happy to hear his wife was pregnant again. (Not to mention, you should never make such jokes because it’s such a heavily sensitive topic. Jokes only work if everyone laughs.) All of it was meant to humiliate and put Jensen down for the work he did in making FBBC a reality. There’s also the part where they were asked if they were tired of each other. Jensen was quick to say “Yes”.

Then there's Wales Comic Con. She made up the fib about auditioning for every single Supernatural female role, claimed she tried to use knowing/being with Jensen as a way in (that's called nepotism, dear), and all of that was... a lie. Then she tried to claim credit for helping Jensen drop the Dean voice while humiliating him about it. (He actually tried to defend himself by saying that was his voice.) The whole panel was humiliation after another. I detailed it in this post.

Not to mention her saying Jensen wasn't anything like David Spade and said “no, but you'll do”. Wow. Way to put your husband down and say he’s second best (again). Good lord.

Yet, she also said this:

Either he helps or he doesn’t, Danneel. Which is it?

4. Controlling. This part. I've gotten push back on this. “She doesn't work, she stays home all the time, how could she possibly control Jensen??”

By controlling his social media, and had been for years. No doubt this is largely to keep the facade of “happily married couple”, with her making posts on his Instagram in honor of her, praising her, and so forth. It’s also a way of monitoring his interactions with others, particularly women, and to keep track of who he’s been in touch with.

Indeed, I suspect up until Danneel’s birthday post this year, any comments, posts, that praised her were all Danneel, not Jensen.

Access to one’s cellphone, email address, and other social media is almost as good as attaching a GPS onto a person. If she accessed his cloud, she can access everything from text messages he’s sent to his most recent emails to his employers.

I have some proof but it will take time to document all of them.

There’s also this post, showing the difference between Danneel and Jensen.

There are also indications, histories, of Danneel signing fan autographs that said something along the lines of “hands off bitches, he’s mine”.

Jealous much, Ms. Graul?

It doesn't come across to me as "adorable" or "mischievous". It comes across to me as an insecure woman who knows her hold is tenuous at best.

But then she has a history of being controlling and jealous everywhere. Such as here and here.

She also insisted on him going out and looking for work all the time. Even after him wanting to reconnect with the family after the end of Supernatural. He suggested a three month trip around Europe, for the family.

Her response?

Then there were the recent cons where he mentioned it again, where Danneel is pushing him to go work, work, work. He’s never allowed to be home, to be a father, to be a husband. A loving marriage? I don't think so.

To be continued in Part Two.

[boltwrites]

I haven’t recently thought about Hugh Jackman but this Movie has recently given me hunger™️

Reader/Logan fic hurt/comfort where Logan knew reader in his world (but reader never met Logan in their world) and tries to ignore them out of guilt but reader is persistently trying to be friends w him. Eventually Logan opens up about what happened in his world with reader…

A/N: so uh. i originally wrote this as headcanons in bullet point format but tumblr didn't like it so i had to redo some shit and uh. anyway. it's not my normal fic quality so i'm sorry for that.

in other author's note news - lmk if you want the recipe.

You smiled at Logan across the table as Wade rambled on about something or other. You didn't know him - well, other than what Wade had spouted off about him before inviting you to this make-birthday party after the first one went to shit - but you wanted to.

You didn't exactly know why you wanted that. Maybe just curiosity? Wade did say he'd be living with him for the foreseeable future, and as his neighbor, you should introduce yourself and be friendly, right?

But it was kind of more than that. He was hot. definitely, very hot. Maybe not your usual type - you weren't typically into older men. But there was just something about him. Something magnetic.

Either way, he'd definitely avoided you at that party. spent most of his time sulking in the corner, talking to Al or sometimes Colossus.

You'd walked up to him, smile on your face, and introduced yourself. He'd barely looked at you.

"Nice to meet you," he'd replied, his tone gruff and dismissive. By the way he spoke it sounded less like it was nice to meet you and more like you were inconveniencing him with your mere existence. Like he'd been dreading the idea of you coming over and introducing yourself.

"Wade says you helped stop the time ripper," you tried, willing yourself to ignore how shitty he was treating you. Wade had mentioned that this man - Logan - was a little rough around the edges. rude. A drunk, even. Maybe he just wasn't good with people in general.

"Yep," he replied, shooting you a glare over the glass of - was that pure fucking bourbon? - he was sipping out of. You tried your best not to let it get to you - but you also knew how to take a hint. He wasn't interested in talking. That shot straight to your stomach like a bullet made of embarrassment and guilt, but whatever.

It's fine. you were younger than him by a decent margin. He could probably tell just by the look in your eyes that you were interested in him as more than just a friend. He probably just wanted to shut that shit down as quickly and efficiently as possible. You weren't gonna blame him for that. You've done the same for several weird men in the past - including Wade, before he got the hint and the two of you became fast friends. You weren't necessarily interested in being his post-Vanessa rebound, and he respected that.

So, that's fine, you'd just be nice to Logan. He could be your friend, too. He was rooming with Wade and Al, after all. It would be good to make friends with him.

"Hey!" You smiled when he opened the door a few days after the party. You stood there, hands currently occupied by a tin foil-wrapped package.

"What do you want?" Logan asked, looking you up and down with more paranoia than you'd expected. You thought that maybe he was just uncomfortable with your advances, but this time, it was like he was searching for something. What, you didn't know.

"I just wanted to give you this," you replied, thrusting your gift into his hands - the smooth glass of the pie mold contrasting with the brief brush of his calloused hands. You tried not to shiver.

"It's a pie," you continued on, even as Logan stared off into the distance, at something you couldn't see. "When I saw what you were drinking at the party, I thought you might like it. It's a family recipe. Pumpkin pie with a shitload of bourbon. As a welcome to the neighborhood kind of thing."

You offered him an awkward sort of smile, a little shrug. He blinked, snapping himself out of his thousand yard stare only to glare at you like you'd just offered him a dead animal instead of a home-baked pie. Your blood briefly turned to ice as you wondered if maybe this man was actually sober and you'd mistake the iced tea in his glass as pure liquor. As if Wade ever had that sort of shit in his apartment.

"I-" he looked down at the pie, then up at you, taking a breath as if he wanted to say more, but instead shaking his head, like he was knocking some bit of cobwebs or old dust loose. "Thanks."

He nodded at you in acknowledgement, then slammed the door in your face. Great.

Wade wasn't much help either. He'd returned the pie dish and you'd wrung your hands and asked him if you'd done something that made Logan hate you. The dish was empty, but your stomach churned at the thought of the man just taking a knife and scraping the whole thing into the trash. You'd even made the crust by hand, too.

"Oh, fuck no!" Wade scoffed, shaking his head. "Are you kidding me? Listen, if there's anything I know about our not-so-furry friend, it's that he can put up with a metric fuckton of asinine shit. I mean - he's living with me! Do you know how many times he's used his little clawsies to hole-punch my organs? Like - so many!" Wade waved his arms for emphasis. "If he really hated you, he wouldn't just sulk around about it like a teenager - no! He'd hurt you! Like the kind of teenager that would shoot up their local high school!"

You rolled your eyes at Wade, but you knew that's just how he was. No filter, all idiocy. "Did he - did he at least try the pie," you asked, voice a little more hopeful than you'd meant for it to sound.

"Try it - fuck! That man has full-tilt sprinted at me on all fours and I've never seen him so animalistic. He was eating that pie like it would crawl inside his dick itself and pull out an orgasm. I swear - and may Thor strike me dead and then mourn my fried corpse - that he actually growled when I asked for a slice."

You didn't believe Wade for a second, but fuck. at least that made you feel better. You offered him your thanks and a sweet smile as you received your dish and promised to make him something "Wolvie" wouldn't hoard when you brought something over next. You promised to try your best.

Really, what you'd try your best at was winning this shy Wolverine over to your good side. You didn't want to force him to be your friend, obviously - but if you had made a bad impression, even if that impression was solely based on the fact that you were also friends with Wade - you wanted to make it right.

So you did everything you could. Baked and cooked and offered the results up whenever you could afford the extra ingredients. Made sure to snatch up any packages bound for Wade's apartment so your notorious Amazon thief didn't have the chance to. You even dog-sat that nasty looking creature Wade had adopted - she was very sweet, but you had nightmares about that tongue.

It all came to a head, one day. One day when you almost brained yourself walking up the stairs.

You'd been holding grocery bags - supplies to make your perfected mac and cheese recipe - head down as you ascended the steps. That was, until you ran into what felt like a brick wall. Or, an iron one. Your shoulder smacked whatever it was and you jolted backwards, gasping as you dropped the bag you were holding to cling to the railing-

Only to catch and grip tight at thin fabric as a firm, steel-strong arm wrapped around your waist. You finally caught your breath, lungs filling and then immediately vacating as you locked eyes with none other than Logan.

"Fuck."

Both of you said it. But you gasped, it, breathless and dreamy. Meanwhile he spat it, like he knew something like this would happen, and he'd been planning his whole day to avoid it.

As soon as you found your footing again, he threw his arm away from you like you'd burned him. Like your very existence was offensive to him, somehow. He manages to spin you around as he let go of your waist, disorient you as you sputtered, glancing after him.

The stairs were littered with groceries - blocks of cream cheese, butter, cookies for the crust - fresh fruit for the filling. A bag of sugar had exploded, its contents dusting the next landing like snow. All of this - ingredients you'd bought, with money you'd worked your ass off to afford - and the man you'd been trying to impress stepped in that puddle of sugar, granules crackling under his boot.

You damn near saw red.

"Logan!" you snapped, your voice harsh, crisp as it echoed through the stairwell. Fuck. You hated using that voice - but it made him freeze on the spot.

He turned to look at you - eyes wide, as if he was some child who'd been caught in a lie. But also - that gaze was knowing, somehow. Like he knew what you used that voice for. What it meant for him.

You sighed, tried to regain your composure. It was fine. You were fine. When you opened your eyes, you addressed him with even, annunciated words:

"Why do you hate me?"

Even as you tried your best to dull your voice of emotion, it slipped through. A waved of your throat, the hint of water in your eyes. You hated it - this man didn't hold that power over you. You just - you were used to being liked. That's all.

Logan looked at you like you'd shot him.

"What?" he asked, just as breathless as you felt. You thought you detected just a hint of hurt in that syllable.

"It-it's just-" you tried not to let yourself waver, but you stuttered as you spoke. "I've been trying to just - to be your friend, to be a good neighbor. Like I am to Wade, like we - we hang out, sometimes. But you- you're just - I feel like you've been kind of rude to me."

You sounded like a child.

Logan took a breath. A deep one, as if this were a confrontation that had been a long time coming (which it was) and that he was prepared to have a conversation he'd dreaded (which was really what got you - if he really just disliked you, why would he care enough to prepare something? What was going on?)

He turned around - gathered up all your dropped groceries - and started walking up the stairs, passing you and continuing his way to your shared floor. He'd previously been on his way out, so you didn't do much except stare at him until he was nearly half a flight ahead of you and your brain finally switched on again.

He led you to the apartment he shared with Wade, nodded as he held the door open for you. It felt strange - you hadn't been inside the apartment since the party. You'd always felt too nervous to ask Wade if he wanted to continue your usual game nights. Too intimidated by Logan.

He set the groceries on the counter, and practically sank into the couch. You perched on the chair opposite it, still not quite believing that he had let you in. That you were going to talk. He breathed in deeply, steadying himself before he spoke, eyes still glued to the floor.

"I'm not from here. 'M sure Wade told you that much," he glanced up, only to nod in your direction. You nodded back.

"My world - timeline, whatever the fuck - I killed it. Everyone I loved, everyone I cared about - they all died. Because of me."

You sat in rapt attention as his shoulders tensed, his jaw flexed. This was a lot, for him. You didn't really understand why he was telling you about it, but it was important to him. So you listened.

"Every timeline is different. At least, that's what the science says. Ones that are closer together - might have the same people show up at around the same time. Might be - people I knew. People I - cared about."

Logan glanced up, again. Caught your eyes with his and swallowed harshly.

"You're - one of them. One of the people I lost."

"Oh," you breathed, because now it all made sense. The strange looks, the curt conversations - even the thousand yard stare. You were triggering his memories of a horrible time of his life with every step you took in his direction. And you didn't even know it.

"I'm so sorry," You whispered, trying your best to quell any tears that might form sympathetically. No wonder he kept pushing you away. You were a walking PTSD trigger.

"No-" he gasped, shaking his head as he stood up, like he'd been shocked upright. "No, it's not -"

He cleared his throat, shook his head like he was trying to find the right words.

"I know I was pushing you away. And it is - hard, to see you again. But - I want to see you. I want to get to know you, again," if you didn't know any better, you'd think that there were tears forming at the corner of his eyes.

"You made the pie, you know. The pumpkin pie. I was only there for the one Thanksgiving, but I remember it. You swore you'd cooked off all the liquor, but Xavier made you promise only the adults would get a slice."

He grinned at you, then - wide, real. It was pretty, that smile. You could imagine recognizing it, in another life.

"None of the kids got any. Too good for them, anyway," he took a step towards you, and you rose from your seat, legs only a little wobbly.

"That's good," you breathed, voice as shaky as your knees. "I use vodka in the crust, too."

"I know," Logan grinned, a hand grasping yours, his smile somehow wider than before.

You wondered, as you strode forward into a crushing hug against his chest, if it felt so right in every universe.

[henneseyhoe]

Just One More. | 3

Lewis Hamilton x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: reader isn’t that included in this one since she’s away (srry lolzz), pure FLUFF, short but i’ll probably redo this cause i don’t like the beginning that much.

SUMMARY: just lewis being a softie with your daughter while you’re away ^3^

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It was 8PM at night and your house was louder than a zoo. Granted, you and your three boys weren’t there and instead watching through your phone as your daughter ran rampant through her closet, her father chasing her around with items of clothing. Half naked and hair soaked wet, she was working on getting herself undressed again after a bath.

You could tell she drove poor Lewis up a wall that day.

You and your three boys decided to go on a camping adventure near the lake, your daughter refusing to go and get quote “bit up outside”, end quote. She was only four and as spoiled as ever. When you told her she can’t stay home because everyone was going, she cried for an hour until her father cracked under pressure and agreed to stay back with her, even though Lewis would have loved a dip in the lake and some time away from the city.

You couldn’t do anything but laugh at your phone screen, pressing the record button to capture the moment.

“Darling, please! Daddy is tired and needs his sleep. Please put on your pajamas and get in bed”

He begged her for what seemed like the hundredth time, but the girl was too busy pulling her head out of her shirt and running into a wall. She got back up with no tears to Lewis’s surprise and took a dive into her princess themed bed, closing her canopy to hide from her dad.

Lewis lets out a huff and walks over to the bed sitting down right beside it with a look of defeat on his face. Hearing the presence of her father near her, your daughter erupts into a fit giggles, peaking her head out from the pink curtains.

“You got me, daddy!” She squealed with a smile on her face that was soon replaced with confusion. “what’s wrong?” She asks, wondering why her daddy no longer wanted to play with her, even after most of the days consecutive hours of it.

See, usually Lewis had help to balance out her energetic ways, you taking over whenever Lewis was tired and vice versa. Now that you weren’t here, even one kid alone was tiring when only running on a few hours of sleep.

Layla hadn’t yet understood that her parents weren’t robots that could just keep playing with no breaks. Sometimes she didn’t pick up on the cues when she had gotten a bit much to handle.

Climbing off of the bed, she fits herself into in Lewis’s lap and lays her head on his chest, giving him a hug.

“I’m just a little tired, love. That’s all” He reassured her with a pat on her semi wet braids, already knowing he’d have some serious frizz to tame in the morning if he let it dry that way.

“I’m tired too” Layla replies, thinking of how much she missed her mother now. “Will you read to me please? And the book mama reads, the one I like” Lewis pulls back from the hug to look at his daughter’s face, smiling.

“Yes, I can read to you. But first, let’s get you officially ready for bed”

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“And that’s how the cow jumped over the moon, and the stars” Lewis ended off the book with a drowsy toddler cuddled right in his arms. She had begged him just before the story to lay in bed with her also, giggling at how her father’s socked feet stuck out from the end of the bed because of his height.

“I wanna be a star one day” Your daughter confessed sleepily, making Lewis chuckle.

“Like…In space?” He asks to be sure and she nods.

“I dunno about becoming one but…If you reach high enough into the sky, you can catch one” Your little girls eyes brightened at her fathers words, Lewis smiling down at her as he tucks her into her covers.

“Really, daddy? You’re lying…” She says with her eyebrows knitted together, becoming unsure of the possibility that she could go so high that’d she’d capture burning light. Lewis nods and kisses her forehead.

“No lie. I almost did it once”

“Once when?” She squints and makes a face of skepticism, a mannerism she got directly from you.

“Hmmm…Just before you were born, actually. I remember praying while your mom slept, and I looked out the hospital window and saw two shooting stars as bright as your eyes. I reached out to catch them, but they were so hot that I let go. Fast forward an hour later, you and bubby were born” A wide smile grew on the little girls face, her little hands using her beaded braids to hide her blushing.

Lewis laughs and moves her hands and hair from her face before kissing her cheeks.

“So I was a star before I was a baby?” She inquired just after a yawn, Lewis humming at the question.

“Yeah. You and Bubby were stars”

In the morning you would wish you had caught the moment in real time as you slept with your phone placed on your stomach and your three boys lightly snoring by your side, but you’d be grateful you pressed that record button to capture the memory digitally instead.

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ toji fushiguro x his favorite customer (revision)

✧ summary toji has a little soft spot for his favorite customer that he can't get enough of.

✧ content warnings reader is a black woman who uses she/her pronouns. chubby!reader and inexperienced!reader. rich girl in her midtwenties, very needy! usage of profanity, standing missionary, oral - m!receiving, doggy style, mixture of praise and degradation kink, breeding kink, unprotected, creampie and squirting, terms of endearment ─ pretty girl, princess, baby, baby girl, etc. softdom!toji with rough, passionate, and filthy intercourse. told in first POV ─ toji's. i got reader calling toji TJ, and i think that’s so cute pls.

✧ author's note happy birthday to my baby daddy toji fushiguro! we've been going strong now for years. just a little something something to celebrate him. this fic has been in the drafts since December. talk about black people time, old sksk. also, if you already seen the original of this fic on tumblr, it's mine lol. this is just a revision, so don't go around saying i copied someone! my writing has changed so i wanted to redo this and add some adjustments. i hope y'all enjoy. support me by reblogging, liking, and commenting your thoughts. ♡ AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS AND/OR MINORS - DO NOT INTERACT.

 

 When it comes to women I fuck, I treat them the same because at the end of the day, they pay me good money to stuff their pussy with cock. 

 Don’t really care if they're married either. I usually get the old, desperate broads that aren’t getting any attention from their husbands at home, so it’s my job to make them feel good for the night. 

 I don’t do favorites. 

 I damn sure don’t give discounts. 

 And I definitely don’t get attached. But the moment I met Y/N that all changed. 

 My favorite customer. 

 Never did I expect a younger woman to pay me to get fucked, especially when she looks that good. 

 I’m almost positive she has a line filled with fuckers that’s desperately wanting to know what this tight, wet pussy feels like, yet here I am, living their fantasy. 

 I fucked Y/N once. 

 Then, twice. 

 Then, again.

 And again.

 And again…

 If I didn’t know any better, I’m fucking obsessed with her. Can’t even say it’s just for the money she’s paying me. Probably the best pussy I ever had.

 No. 

 It is. 

 So fucking warm, and she takes dick well, too. I usually give only an hour or two to my customers, but for Y/N? I reserved the whole night to relish her pussy. 

 The perfect fuck to end my day. 

 Those soft, sweet-sounding moans that slipped through her full brown and pink lips, having my previous cum shot staining them had me running wild. 

 But it seems like I’m not the only one who’s sex drunk. 

 Cock is all on Y/N’s mind right now. Whimpering and crying how big I am and thanking me for giving her dick. Tears pricks those chestnut-colored hues and I’m in fucking awe. She’s so damn pretty. 

 “You know how gorgeous you look taking cock like this? Being a good fucking slut for me, princess?” I ask, being met with a nod and her moaning in response. 

 Y/N’s pussy talks to me. Wet noises spreading throughout the room while I have my arms hooked under the fold of her knees, fucking her recklessly to push past any intrusion. 

 She’s jumping with me every thrust I make, causing her tits to bounce obnoxiously. I take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck on them like it’s my last dying breath, hearing that sweet whimper. 

 I belong in Y/N’s pussy, and she belongs to me, too, the way she’s gripping my cock and milking me. All of her cream and wetness drips between us and down my balls, and it feels fucking amazing. Every time I experience her velvet walls, I find myself becoming more animalistic, hungry and territorial over someone who should only be seen as a client. 

 But fuck, something in me says I would go batshit crazy if I ever found out she had other motherfuckers experiencing this. 

 Knowing how she looks when sweat coats her beautiful brown skin. How it feels to stretch her out and make her adjust to you. Just thinking about it makes me pound into her deeper and more aggressively. 

 “Toji, baby, yes. This feels so good,” she purrs. “Like that. Keep fucking me like that.”

 I hum. “Yeah? This is what you wanted, right? Paid me to please this good pussy?”

 By all means, Y/N isn’t a virgin, but she told me she doesn’t have much experience and I can tell by how tight she is. 

 Our sounds of pleasure resonate in the air, and I call her my good girl, praising how perfect her pussy is, to be met with her squeezing me and watery brown eyes. 

 “Toji… Toji… Yes. God, yes.”

 “Keep using your words, pretty girl. Tell me how much you love my dick in your pussy,” I ordered softly.

 “I love it so much. It’s so big, baby,” she tells me, slurring her words because of her lips still being on mine. “You’re going to make me cum.”

 I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. “Not yet. Come taste yourself.”

 Without hesitation, Y/N slides down to her knees and starts sucking my dick. I hiss at her swallowing me and the warmth of her mouth. She doesn’t take her time when sucking me off, immediately circling her head and throating me. 

 “Hot fucking mouth made to suck dick, huh, pretty girl?” I firmly grabbed her chin so she could look at me. “Eyes up, sweetheart. Open up your throat for me like a good girl.” 

 Y/N hollows her cheeks and bobs her head fervently on my dick, tightening her lips around me. 

 She sucks dick so fucking good, better than any other woman I’ve been with. And I just know I’m bound to bust quickly if she keeps doing this shit. 

 My hand finds the back of Y/N’s head to grip and I buck my hips deeper into her mouth, ensuring I hit the back of her throat everytime. I’m a fucking mad man when I begin fucking the gorgeous face, especially when she’s looking up at me with those big brown eyes. 

 A spoiled brat, prim and shy, who’s spending daddy’s money to get fucked and folded by an old bastard like me. Think I fucking developed a kink for this type because of Y/N.

 I pumped into her mouth more aggressively until she began choking and gagging on my cock. Drool and precum coating her mouth in the process. 

 Any type of control Y/N tries to take, I push past it because I want to use that pretty little mouth of hers how I want. She needs to get her money’s worth when fucking with me. 

 “Going to fuck my cum deep down that throat of yours, and you’re going to swallow it. Got that?” She nods and I softly tap the side of her face. “That’s it. Keep those lips tight around me.” 

 “Toji, pl—please,” she slurs, causing me to chuckle. 

 “Hm, look at you. Trying so hard to talk to me while sucking my dick. It’s cute.” I slow down my quick thrusts, but replace them with more fervent ones, pushing me and her head down until my cock outlines her throat. 

 My balls grow heavy and obnoxiously slaps Y/N’s chin, a clear indication I’m about to fucking cum. 

 Grunting, whining, gasping like a little bitch for air because head like this has a fucker like me sounding like a broken mess. 

 Blood rushes to my groin and I start getting sloppy, feeling my muscles tightening and ache burning between my thighs. I’m close, so fucking close to filling her mouth with my release, then I can finish fucking that fat pussy. 

 Everything about this damn woman is perfect. Her pussy. How she sucks cock. That fucking chubby and curvy body of hers. A pretty face with loaded cash.

 Yeah, she’s definitely mine after tonight. And I’m talking about anything lovey dovey. Meaning if I catch her being a slut like this to anyone else, I’d kill that fucker. 

 No hesitation. I-

 “Y/N, fuck!” I grunt while cumming in her mouth. This load is fucking heavy, but she’s trying her best to swallow every drop. 

 I groan at the sight of Y/N touching her tits and palming her pussy, knowing how much she’s turned on, too. It’s like the vibrations of her moans pulls more cum out my fucking dick.

 A mess I made on her face, but the joyful lust I see in her eyes tells me she doesn’t give a damn. 

 Good, because I’m not finished with her. 

 “All fours on the bed. Now,” I demanded. “Still gotta fill up your pussy.”

 Perfection is what I think when I see Y/N from behind, arched back, ass in the air and pussy dripping, ready for me to fuck. 

 I force an arch in her back and plunge my cock in her tight little pussy with one deep stroke. Y/N gasps in the air and I take the opportunity to pull her up by the throat and start pounding her cunt. 

 Why the fuck is she so goddamn wet? She takes cock well, bud shit, I abruptly slip out each and every thrust. 

 “Keep me inside that pussy, baby girl. Stop fucking letting go,” I gritted in her ear. She reaches behind her to hold my dick and push back into me with a tighter grip. “Hm, just like that. So fucking good to me, aren’t you?”

 “I need more dick, TJ. Fuck me harder, baby. I can take you,” she moans. 

 Begging for cock she’s already paying for… Shit, I get a kick out of how pathetically sexy she sounds. 

 I repeatedly slammed into her wet cunt, thrust after thrust, pussy creaming even further than before. If it’s one thing I can listen to for the rest of my life, it’s how Y/N sounds when she’s being fucked. 

 My name drips perfectly from her lips.

 Our skin smacking fills the air in the room along my hand striking her ass until I guarantee it’ll bruise in the morning. 

 “Look at this fat ass moving when I pound into this pussy. Fucking beautiful,” I growled.

 “Toji, please. I… I don’t care how much… I’ll pay more. Just keep fucking me like this.”

 I chuckle. “Atta girl.”

 I see why motherfuckers catch feelings when fucking pussy. I almost feel tempted to tell Y/N that I love her while fucking her. She has pussy that’ll make a fucker crazy… Possessive… Jealous.

 I applied more pressure to Y/N’s throat and pulled her against my chest. “You know who this pussy belongs to. Right, princess?”

 “God, yes, Toji. You… it belongs to you.” Her voice comes off as a faint cry and I know she’s on the verge of cumming. Especially with how her pussy is pulsating around me. 

 “Mhm, that’s right. Dreamed of my fucking dick pounding this tight little cunt, now I have you mindfucked. Huh?” I pinch her nipples with my free hand and increase my thrusts. “You’re about to come for me. Aren’t you, Y/N? I know you are. I can feel it. You should see the mess your slutty pussy is making between us.”

 “Fuck, I didn’t mean to, baby. It’s just… you feel good. So fucking good,” she whimpers, bouncing her ass back into me to meet with my thrusts. 

 “Maybe I should have you clean it with your mouth. Hm?”

 I release Y/N’s throat to shove her face into the bed and deepen her arch more than before. My single hand returns to her hips to grip, pulling her round ass back on my cock to kiss her center. 

 Can’t get over how wet—how tight and warm this fucking pussy is. The harder I fuck her, the louder her pussy gets and I grunt, curse underneath my breath at hearing the sound of her muffled moans. 

 I don’t give a fuck if one of us catches feelings after this. Actually, I want her to. I want Y/N to be dick hungry only for me. 

 I want her pussy to smell like I’m the only fucker that’s been running through her. I’m even fucking tempted to breed this pussy just so she’s mine.

 Why the fuck would I want to have sex with any other women after knowing what Y/N feels like? 

 “You take cock like a fucking pro. Look at you gripping me. Look at how this pussy is mine.”

 She spreads her ass cheeks to feel every inch of my dick. “Fuck me, Toji. Harder. Fuck me harder, I’m about to cum.”

 “Shit, me too, sweetheart. Such a perfect fuck toy. Going to fill you all the way up,” I rasped. “Fuck me back. Keep taking this dick.”

 My thrusts are sloppy. I throw my head back and swear into the air and moan her name. My balls grow heavier and heavier until I fucking but and empty my cum inside her pussy. 

 And she’s right there with me, crying my name and thanking me for giving her toe-curling orgasm. 

 Fucking enjoy hearing my pretty girl thank me for giving her cock. She just looks so damn pretty when she cums, too. 

 Dark brown skin sweating. The sight of her ruined makeup with mascara running down her cheeks. Moans sounding like a broken record. 

 Yeah, she’s a perfect fuck. 

 My favorite customer. 

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