#idek how he'd respond

[haptureratch]

but also oooommmmmggggggg this lebanese obgyn who i fucking swore wasn't real wants me to train him to be my "boytoy" and I'm like ???????????? I'm ovulating and technically single rn ???????????? Wot is goin oN ?????????? he's so fucking hot and i haven't been given any attention in a MONTH and there was a long time where I couldn't even be alone with myself

[nastyaromatherapy]

virgin ethan finally deciding to loose his virginity to reader, who he'd been dating for months now. knows shes the one who he wants to spend the rest of his life with...just super sweet smut with subby ethan and reader practically spoiling him. maybe even some aftercare at the end? hes soso greatful </3 MAYBE could take place on their first valentine's day too...

i need this boy rn

Valentine's Day (18+)

Taking Ethan's virginity on valentine's day.

pairing - virgin!Ethan Landry x fem!reader

idek what this is, js enjoy it

one shot length, 1.5k+ word fic

warnings: oral and PIV with protection, weirdly fluffy, rlly rushed

The loose powder spilled everywhere, making you groan to pick it up. It was the half way marker of your makeup routine, the same one you did for date nights with Ethan. You'd been dating him for about six months, and this would be the two of you's first valentines day together.

The boyfriend effect really affected you. After getting with Ethan you didn't invest as much time or effort into your looks because he didn't care. He always thought you looked gorgeous no matter what. For dates however, you always wanted to spend extra time looking good, especially on holidays like this.

As you swept the powder off the floor with your hands, you wondered what Ethan had in store for tonight. Would he buy you flowers? A new dress?

Flowers.

You ran into Ethan's arms at the park you decided to meet up at, his forearm extending so you didn't crush the bouquet in his hands. The fragrance of your shampoo invaded his sinuses, and he chuckled at the sent he purchased for you. “Happy valentine's day,” he softly spoke after pulling away from the embrace, sheepishly handing you the roses.

You stood on your toes to sweetly peck his lips before landing back on your heels, taking the arrangement of flora in your hands. “Thank you, Eth,” you said, smiling gently at the boy.

“Where do you wanna eat? I heard the new pastry place that opened up was good.” You nodded, liking the idea. “Donuts sound really good,” you beamed.

Donuts.

Ethan wiped the jelly and powder off your lips with his thumb, and when it didn't come off, he licked a napkin and started to scrub your face. “Ethan, gross!” You giggled jokingly, grateful for his affectionate gesture.

“This place is good,” he nodded, biting into his éclair. You agreed and leaned back onto his lap, laying in the grass at the park. The ambience was calm and peaceful. You wanted to lay at that park till nightfall, till the moon reflected in the lake and the street lamps turned on.

Until then, you and Ethan strolled around the streets, talking, drinking random drinks from places you'd never heard of. You walked in your ballet flats and sun dress, goosebumps painting the skin of your legs.

“Cold?” He asked with a chuckle, making you slap his upper arm. “Yeah,” you responded, clinging onto his arm for extra warmth. “We can go home. Actually I wanted to ask you about something.” You stopped your walking and turned to him. “What is it?” He brushed you off, “I'll tell you later.”

Once back at your place, you collapsed on the couch after kicking off your shoes, Ethan following closely behind. "So.. what was it you wanted to tell me?" You asked him. He inhaled, a little nervous, before sitting next to you. “I- you know how I'm a virgin, right?” He asked you to which you nodded in return. “I was wondering if, if you wanted to take my virginity tonight?” He asked just barely above a whisper, making your eyes open up wide like saucers.

“Ethan,” you cooed, your hand finding its way to his knee. “I'd love too.” He softly exhaled as he was holding his breath. His eyes looked up to yours as you climbed onto his lap, your hands behind his neck. You tilted your head before leaning down to interlock your lips with his as you rolled your hips against him. He groaned at the unfamiliar sensation, hands shifting from your hips, thighs, ass, and waist, not knowing where to leave them.

You giggled before pulling away and grabbing his hands to rest on your ass, letting him know he could grope it through your dress. Small grunts continued to leave his lips as you grinded against him. “I'll take care of you,” you whispered into his ear, pink from his fluster.

You climbed off of his lap and reached for your purse on the other cushion. You pulled out a condom, strawberry flavored of course, and left it in your left hand as you unzipped his jeans with your right. His breath hitched when your palm grazed his slowly growing erection through his boxers, only getting larger by your touch.

“Has a girl even touched you like this before?” You asked, looking up at him to meet his eyes. He shook his head, mostly silent to focus on what was happening to him. You kissed a line up his fabric covered shaft causing him to let out a moan, before you stuck your hand past the waistband into his boxers to release his cock. Your eyes lit up at his size, “God you're perfect,” you didn't mean to mutter aloud.

A flush flooded his cheeks from your compliment, and he bucked his hips into your touch as you started to roll the condom onto him, fitting him snug. “Thank you,” he whispered, thankful for your words and eagerness to take him.

You wrapped your fist around his base, not too tight, slowly stroking him. He whimpered when you licked a stripe up his shaft, before wrapping your lips around the head. He closed his eyes, still getting used to the feeling, but when he opened them, he didn't ever want to close them, not even for a blink, again.

He watched as you were happy to please him, pink nails wrapped around his base with another set on his thigh. Your eyes were cast with a red tint as they teared, your sinuses getting clogged. He continued to squirm from the sensation of the blowjob, which he's never experienced. The strawberry taste invaded your palate, only making it more blissful. He was soon a whimpering mess which you found cute, he hasn't even felt your cunt yet.

You pressed your thighs together and moaned onto his cock, growing more aroused by each sound he let loose. You pulled off of him, a trail of saliva stringing off your lips, before pulling your dress over your head, revealing your uncovered tits. His cock twitched at the sight, and you saw how some of the tip of the condom was already bubbling with precum. He whined at the prolonged seconds without your mouth around him.

You climbed onto his lap once more, only in your Brandy panties. “Please,” he begged, wanting to be inside you so badly. “Patience, Eth,” you spoke. You reached up his shirt, caressing his stomach, before helping him pull it off over his head, exposing his toned chest. You quickly slid your panties down to your ankles, eager to take him.

His eyes shut as he muttered “fuck, fuck, fuck's,” when you rubbed his tip against your wet folds. If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. “Oh,” you gasped when you poked the tip into your entrance, before fully sitting on him. He arched his back as your walls clamped around him, voice cracking into your ear.

“That okay?” You asked breathily. In response he nodded. “Please keep going,” he begged. You laid your hands on his chest as you bounced on his cock, mouth agape as pretty sounds erupted out. As you rode his sensitive cock, tears welled in his eyes from the intensity. He whimpered excessively as his hand found their way to your waist and breast, lightly squeezing it.

You gasped, mouth shaping into an o as he grasped your tit, making you clench around him just a bit tighter. When he noticed the correlation he continued to massage your breasts, loving the way your walls wrapped around his cock. “You're so tight,” he grunted through gritted teeth.

“Eth, try fucking me,” you taught. You lifted yourself up slightly and laid your hands on his slender shoulders. “Just thrust up- shit!” You cried when he quickly caught on and started plowing into you. “Fuck Ethan, you're gonna make me cum,” you whined into his ear as he fucked your cunt, chest heaving against yours.

He started huffing, biting his lip as he concentrated on his movements. “Fuck, oh fuck I'm gonna cum,” he groaned, leaving you little time to react before burying himself into you and releasing into the condom. Acting quickly, wanting to finish as well, your finger pads made contact with your clit, rubbing circles around it. You moaned as your pussy spasmed, finishing on his softening cock.

He quickly pulled out while holding on the base, and you helped him to remove the condom, leaving it on the coffee table to be cleaned later. You let your head rest in the crook of his neck, heavily breathing together. “Did- did you cum?” He asked after catching his breath, a rookie question. “Yeah,” you panted.

You sniffed in the musky scent of his neck, growing tired on his lap. “Thank you, y/n, that felt so good.” You sighed, “You did so good.” You cupped one of his cheeks and kissed his jawline before speaking, “How's that for a valentine's day gift?” You chuckled against his collar bone. He smiled and wrapped him arm around your waist, pulling you in close. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I love you so much,” he admitted, kissing your head lightly. “I love you too, E.”

[pseudowho]

okay soooo likeeeee. How did you tell your husband you wrote fanfiction or if you started writing after you guys were married or dating, how did he like- find out? And how did he react? Or was it just like:

You: I like fictional men and I write incredible and award worthy fanfics about them.

Him: yeah?

You: yup.

Him: cool.

I feel like if I were to tell my s/o that I have a mental hospital worthy obsession with fictional men and an addition to reading/writing about them, would they think Im weird? Creepy? Would they break up with me? Idek I'm like rlly struggling here

I will be totally honest, I think @mrhaitch went through a slew of "oh my god am I not good enough does she hate me oh well she loves a fictional man now how do I kill a fictional man with a fictional knife oh god how do I fix this--" before finally coming to his senses, when I told him.

Which went something like this, after he'd been worried about me spending a lot of time on my phone (which is where I do all of my writing):

Me: Hey, listen, so I...started writing some stories.

Him: ...stories.

Me: Mmm. Fanfiction.

Him: ...right?

Me: *clears throat* Most of them...dirty. But not all of them.

Him: ...right?

Me: ...and they're...popular.

Him: Popular?

Me: Like, thousands of followers popular.

Him: Well...shit.

Me: Shit.

Him: Shit.

*silence, tea drinking, kids burning the house down in the background*

Him: ...since when did you write?

He absolutely assumed my writing was shit because it was 1. On Tumblr and 2. Fanfiction, but eventually accepted I can write fairly well. Which is high praise from him.

Once I berated him ruthlessly for being so childish, he took some time to reflect and realised he was being childish, and has been nothing but supportive since.

My answer to you: if they think you're weird or creepy or break up with you because you spend a bit of time hyperfixating on make believe men, within the boundaries of a normal healthy relationship, or if they try to control you or make you seem small or stupid or wrong, then throw them down the drain.

Because I promise you, if they think that being nasty to you will stop you fixating, they're so categorically wrong.

Initial surprise or uncertainty is normal, I think, but it's how they respond to feeling bad about something safe or normal that makes them feel foolishly threatened, that's really important. If they feel threatened and use that to make it your fault, there's a problem there.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[wordy-little-witch]

The Addams Guild here!

Brudah, if Morticia is invited to Spa Night In by Alvida, it's gonna be a fun night.

And here Buggy thought Mihawk was mystique. But Morticia is eager to share her stories of her dearest brother growing up.

I can definitely see Alvida going her Morticia's nails, Buggy asking her for self-love advice (he's not feeling flashy in the last few days), and Morticia asking for his lipstick brand as payment. (She'd obviously would tell him for free, she just adores that shade he wears.)

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Crocodile would have a headache the size of his favorite bananawani while trying to understand how Gomez would still be rich with all the things he does. An utter enigma.

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Mihawk finding solace in the quiet company that is Lurch, possibly the only 'sane' mind in that household. Tho.. Mihawk does see a potential between the tall butler and Daz Bones. If that faint twinkle in the devil fruit user's eye upon meeting was anything to go by. (Maybe he could give a few flowers from his garden to help Lurch in his endeavor..... gods, Morticia and her husband had tainting him!)

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Gomez having his heart swell at the sight of Pugsly throwing knives at Buggy, who's not even looking up from his news coo paper.

Buggy: Pugsly, pal, bubba, you ain't gonna cut me.

Pugsly: but I wanna better my aim!

Buggy: and you are! But it's not gonna work. I'm un-cuttable.

Gomez/Pugsly: oh??

Buggy: not even Yoru could cut me. (Sipps his coffee)

Gomez (already pulling out his foil): a challenge!

Buggy: Good luck (cheers his cup before letting the two at it)

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Morticia would ask just Buggy wHY is he still single?! He is a catch! Buggy would shrug his shoulders "eh, not many see it that way after meeting the real me." He'd sigh. He actually wishes he'd had a CRUMB of what she has with Gomez (honestly? Same).

Just Morticia and Ma playing matchmaker for Buggy by trying with Crocodile and Mihawk.

Awww ♡♡♡♡ I love this!!!!!! Especially the bits with Tish, Vida and Buggy bc I can absolutely see him being more.... idk, comfortable? At ease?? With women as opposed to men. Smth smth Childhood Trauma, smth smth Women Flashy, smth smth idek.

Then the bit with Buggy being uncuttable and Pugsley+Gomez both going ham??? Adorable. Iconic. Appropriately flashy. Witchy approved exchange ♡♡♡

((Bonus I feel like Buggy and Thing would come up with weird hand shakes, little Hand Dances, etc. Also, Full on Hand Novellas btw, PEAK acting skills. It moves some people to tears))

Daz and Lurch? Was not expecting such a hot take but DAMN if it isn't there and true. They'd be a Vive together. ((Lowkey I want a series of unfortunate events, near misses and faux-pas, between them that neither even respond to while everyone else watches on in misery and/or furious grief of their failures. ((Extra points, Lurch and Daz have been married for years by this point and everyone is trying to set up an established couple))))

Poor Croc doesn't have nearly enough cigars to get himself through this cluster fuck, but he's gonna keep the complaints to a minimum - he's not soft or anything, he just.... knows.... that his partners will be obnoxious...... really, that's it. No other reason at all, nothing else, not like he finds that spark in Mihawk's eye to be so sweet and cute....... not like he has to admit the clown is actually almost sort of pretty when he smiles....... shut up, he has a reputation.

The whole Addams family is out to obliterate that reputation btw but it's fine :))

[dizzyjelly]

Better Than Him(18+)

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: Your boyfriend Derek says something offensive about your bsf Abby, you get into a fight with him then Abby comforts you. Then she spends the night and you wake up after a spicy dream and you two get up to some fun.

Cw: rude bf, fighting, cheating, smut, thigh riding, pussy eating, slight overstimulation

It was a relaxing afternoon in your dorm as usual. You'd just been sat on your loveseat, your bestfriend Abby next to you. The both of you had been sitting in a comfortable silence for a while, when your phone buzzed. Abby glanced over for a second, trying to see who it'd been. But it wad out of her view. She wasn't too worried though. You rolled your eyes with a light scoff.

"It's Derek, asking me to come over." You told her.

"Just tell him you're busy." She shrugged, continuing to scroll through tiktok on her phone.

"Yeah, yeah, already on it." You responded.

Derek: Come over? I'm bored lol

You: Sorry, can't! Abbys hanging at my place rn

Derek: fr? Wtf

You: Wdym?

Derek: nothing. I just don't like her is all.

You: wth. Why.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your brows furrowing mostly with confusion and a bit of frustration. Sure, Derek never loved Abby, but he hadn't ever expressed negative feelings towards her before. Abby took notice to your change in demeanor, but decided not to say anything. Not yet at least.

It bothered you, what he'd said. Because she was your best friend after all. You guys had known each other since middle school, and he know how inexplicably close you were.

"Derek's being weird." You announced with a sigh as he typed.

"How?" Abby asked, setting her phone down as she leaned against the back of the couch and looked over at you.

"He said he didn't like you." You explained and looked back at her.

Immediately Abby felt confused, and a little annoyed. Because what the hell? She wasn't worried you'd choose him over her one bit, but it definitely bothered her hearing this. She tried to conceal the evident change in her mood, but you noticed anyways.

"Oh." Was all she said.

"I don't know what his fucking problem is." You responded, the frustration very evident in your voice.

Abby chewed at her thumbnail quietly as you were busy reading his response.

Derek: I mean she's honestly kind of a bitch and she's clearly obsessed with u lol. Idek why you're friends with her tbh.

You: you're kidding right? That is so fucking rude she's literally been my best friend for years how could u even say that?

You: I don't even wanna talk to you. Don't text me for a while.

Derek: what? Babe ur being dramatic, I'm just telling the truth.

And with that you silenced notifications from him and closed your messaging app. A bitter scoff fell from your lips as you shut your phone off and practically threw it into your lap. Abbys brows raised at this, intrigued at what he said to get you so upset.

"What? What did he say?" She asked, leaning closer to you.

"Nothing, don't worry about it. He's being an idiot. Let's just talk about anything else, please." You rolled your eyes, not even wanting to think about him.

Abby respected your wishes of course, instead talking about one of her class assignments. She ranted about how difficult it would be, and asked if you'd help her with it. You said yes of course. Then once she was bored of that she suggested watching a movie. You agreed and soon the two of you were under the covers in your bed, backs against the headboard.

You set your laptop up on your legs, giving each of you a nice and comfortable view. Abby would only ever suggest horror so you just let her pick the movie without sny protest. She settled on a movie called Lights Out. As per usual, you found yourself resting you head on her shoulder as you wrapped your hands around her forearm.

You always seeked comfort during scary movies, and she had no problem providing you with that. With every jumpscare you'd yelp and turn so your face was pressed against Abbys shoulder. She'd chuckled lightly at your scaredy-cat demeanor, which she'd tease you relentlessly for later. The movie was nearly over when somebody knocked at your door, you thought maybe it was your floor supervisor doing a check-in.

"Babe? Come on, please let me in." Then you heard his voice.

You let out an angry huff, pausing the movie and looking over at Abby. She crossed her arms as she sat uncomfortably, watching as you got uo reluctantly to answer the door.

"What? I said I didn't wanna talk to you." Your tone was harsh as you answered the door.

"I know I just-" he stopped when he caught a glimpse of Abby, in your bed, "she's still here? And why is she in your bed? What the fuck!" He exclaimed.

"Oh my God. We were watching a movie! Now what do you even want?" You asked, already beyond annoyed.

"Well, I just came to try and reason with you." He answered.

"Ok and how are you gonna do that? What you said way completely insulting, I'm not gonna hear you out on this." You chuckled bitterly, turning around and walking into your room more.

Unfortunately he'd followed you in, Abby had moved to the edge of your bed now. She was nervous, never having seen the two of you fight before. She'd only heard of arguments from you, never actually witnessed it firsthand.

"Come on, you have to admit there was some truth to what I said!" He yelled, having closed your door behind him.

"There's really not though! Not in my eyes at least, don't you have anything else to say?" You asked, clearly expecting an apology.

"Like what? If you're looking for a sorry I'm not giving you one." He spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He stood his ground, crossing his arms as he was frozen in place. You sighed, bringing a hand to your face, resting it over your eyes. Abby stood now, coming to your side. Derek scoffed at this.

"Hey, it's fine." She whispered in your ear, a hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

"No it's not. I just want him out." You whispered back as you turned to face her, biting your lip nervously.

"Then just kick him out." She shrugged.

Your turned back around to face Derek, crossing your own arms as you stepped closer to him. He smiled at you smugly, clearly expecting something very different than what you were about to say.

"You need to leave. Get out, now." Your voice was stern.

"What? You're not serious." He shook his head in disbelief.

"Yeah, I am. Just get the fuck out. I don't want you here!" You shouted at him now, throwing your arms into the air frustratedly.

"Whatever man." He rolled his eyes, exiting and slamming the door shut behind him.

A deep sigh fell from your lips as you felt exhausted and drained. You sat on your loveseat once again, your head falling into your hands as tears welled in your eyes. It wasn't really the fact you argued with him, you just felt overwhelmed. Which was the worst for you.

Abby frowned as you started to cry, sitting close next to you as she brought an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into her almost immediately, wrapping your arms around her and she did the same. She rubbed at your back soothingly as you cried into her chest.

"Hey, it's gonna be fine ok? I'm here." She spoke softly, and you just nodded.

Eventually you calmed down, and of course because Abby helped you. She'd offer to stay the night, which you enthusiastically agreed to. You'd give her a t-shirt to borrow, and she'd just leave her basketball shorts from the day on. Then you got yourself changed, comfortable in just panties and an oversized t-shirt that was just long enough to reach past your ass.

You let her get into bed first, shutting off the light then laughing as you practically fell on top of her when you got into bed. She laughed too, feeling her cheeks burn red hot at the feeling of your body against hers in such an intimate way. Her hands found their easy to rest on the small of your back, your own resting on her shoulders.

She thanked the lord you'd shut off the light because otherwise she's sure you'd see how hard she was blushing. Or how she bit her lip so damn hard it nearly bled. After a moment, you rolled over and face the wall.

"Go to bed you goof." You whispered out, pulling your blanket to your chin.

"Good night." Was Abbys response as she lied down, facing you.

"Night." You responded, closing your eyes.

You'd fall asleep in no time, meanwhile Abby was having trouble. She just stared at your back, the way your hair fell on your shoulders. It was hard to not let her mind wander to not so clean places. Not like she's never thought about you in that way before, but this time felt different.

You two had cuddled before sure, but something about earlier felt so much more tense. The way you didn't say anything, just lied there. Then she thought about Derek. She knew you guys had sex before, but just the though of it disgusted her.

Realistically, Abby knew she could give you so much better. But she wasn't even sure if you liked girls. And if you did, why would you like her? You were just best friends after all, and making things romantic could just ruin everything. She was willing her mind to shut off now, tossing and turning uncomfortably. Then she heard you gasp awake.

"Y/n? You ok?" She asked, turning to face you once again.

"Yeah, yeah. Just had a nightmare is all." You answered, breathing a bit heavily as you turned to face her.

"Aw, sorry." She brought a hand to rest on your shoulder.

"Thanks." You brought your hand to your shoulder as well, resting it atop hers.

"Do you wanna talk about it or anything?" She asked.

"No, no. Actually would you- could you just hold me?" You asked, your voice shaking the slightest with nerves.

"Yeah, of course." Abby answered, which had a sigh of relief falling past your lips.

She pulled you into her side, and you wasted no time in wrapping your arms around her as you buried your face into her. And then, you hiked your leg up over her own. Abby swore she might stop breathing as she could feel the material of your panties against her bare leg. It was like something out of a wet dream.

She wrapped her arms around you as her mind went wild. It took all her willpower not to ask to fuck you right then and there, but she managed. The both of you fell asleep within the next hour.

Usually when you'd cuddle with Abby, you'd sleep throughout the night. But tonight was different. You woke up at nearly two in the morning, trying to catch your breath and wondering why you felt so weird. Then you realized, you had a sex dream... about Abby! What the hell!

This was new and very surprising. You wouldn't expect that in a million years. Well, maybe that's a stretch, but still. It was hard not to notice how wet you were, surely a spot had formed on your panties by now. You let out a low whine as you nuzzle your face into Abbys neck, your lips pressed against the side of it.

"Abbyyy. Abby wake up." You whined, shaking her lightly by holding onto her shoulder.

You waited as she finally stirred awake, groaning as her hand rested on your back. She closed her eyes as she talked to you.

"What?" She asked, tired.

"Abby don't go back to sleep. I- I need you." You stuttered as you spoke, feeling embarrassed.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Her eyes were definitely open now.

"Like- I need you." You let out a small whimper.

Abby soon got your message loud and clear as you started to kiss along her neck, leaving one hickey for good measure. Her breath hitched as you continued, kissing along her jaw ten making your way to her pulse point. A low moan came from her as you began to lightly suck and nip at it.

"Y/n, I don't know if this is a good id-" You put a hand over her mouth as you began to straddle her, your hair falling so it tickled the sides of her face.

"Come on Abby. Let's just help each other out. It can be a one time thing if you want." You whispered in a sultry voice.

"Fuck, ok." She did not want it to be a one time thing, but she'd be damned if she didn't let this happen right now.

Abby brought her hands to your waist, and you leaned forward to connect your lips to her own. She let her hands roam your body as you deepened the kiss, moaning into her mouth when she slipped her tongue into yours. The way she swirled it around your own drove you crazy, it felt like you were seeing stars.

You let out a sigh as you sat up, throwing your head back with pleasure as Abby squeezed your plump ass. She then moved her hands to your thighs, moving them so that you only straddle her left thigh. You bit down at your bottom lip, a smile on your face as you stabilized yourself by putting your hands on her chest.

Ever so slowly, Abby began to grind your hips. It put a delicious pressure to your clit, even through your panties. It didn't take you long yo remove them though, your bare cunt now gliding beautifully against her upper thigh. She'd flex it every so often, causing you to moan even louder than you already were. Abby smiled, letting out a small groan at the feeling of your slick gathering on her thigh.

"Fuckkk Abby~ you dont even know h-how long I've wanted th-this." You stuttered on your words as her hand remained on your hips, continuing to help you as you grinded against her.

"Tell me about it." She chuckled, admiring you as your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung open.

You brought your hands to Abbys shoulders now, your vocabulary consisting only of abbys name and a few curses. Given you weren't really talking much, mostly moaning pathetically as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release. A few more minutes passed and you knew if Abby kept going you'd cum.

"I'm gonna-" You moaned loudly, cutting yourself off, "gonna cum." You whined, gasping lightly.

"It's alright baby, go ahead. Come on, cum for me." She helped you continue as your hips stuttered.

And when you finally came, it was like you'd gone to heaven and back. You'd never felt this euphoric with anyone before. Abby smiled at you as you came down from your high, a small laugh falling past your lips.

You let out a quiet whine as you let your head fall to rest on her shoulder, her arms wrapped around you as you stayed sat in place. Abby rubbed her hands up and down your back, placing kisses along your cheek and down to the side of your neck.

"We done or did you wanna keep going?" She whispered.

"I definitely don't wanna stop." You whispered back, pulling your head up to kiss her on the lips.

Then you began to kiss her jaw, and down her neck. You went all along her collarbones, your hands running up and down her sides. You gazed up at her with a smile, brining your hands to the hem of her shirt and waiting for the ok. She nodded and lifted her arms, you pulled her shirt off and tossed it somewhere on the floor.

You brought your hands immediately to her tits, squeezing them gently then rolling her hard nippled between your fingers as you kissed down between them. You couldn’t help but laugh as you got her tummy and blew a raspberry on it. She laughed too.

"Wh- did you just blow a fuckin' raspberry down there?" She asked as she propped her elbows up on either side of herself.

"Maybe..." You answered shyly, chuckling.

"Just be quiet and let me do this." You spoke with some authority now.

"Yes ma'am.." She answered, closing her eyes as her head fell to rest on your pillows.

You'd kissed all the way down to the waistband of her shorts, looking up once again and waiting until she nodded before pulling both them and her panties off in one swift motion. Abby let out a deep moan as you licked a slow stripe up through her folds, collecting the majority of her slick onto the tip of your tongue. You groaned at the delightful taste of her.

Her moans grew louder as you wrapped your lips around her clit, sucking harshly before drawing figure 8's on it with the tip of your tongue. Then you shifted so you could bring a hand up, easily sliding in your middle and ring finger into her aching hole. Her breath stuttered as you curled your fingers, perfectly hitting her g-spot while continuing your assault on her clit.

Abbys hands gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white, and she felt that familiar pressure building in her stomach. Unable to control herself, she jerked her hips forward and grinded onto your face. You let out a small moan, the vibration sending an entire new wave of pleasure to the blonde girl.

Her thighs closed instinctively as she reached her high, and you let them. Her chest rose and fell at a fast pace as she moaned and gasped through her blinding orgasm.

"Oh- God. I fucking love you Y/n." She moaned and your heart skipped a beat.

You didnt stop even after she came, until she used a hand to push you away, the overstimulation becoming too much to handle. You listened, pulling back with a sigh.

"Mm, fuck. Get up here and kiss me." Abby spoke breathlessly.

You listened immediately, crawling over top of her as you caged her between your arms. Your hands placed on the sheet as you leaned forward and sloppily kissed Abby. She whined at the taste of herself on your tongue, brining her hands to the back of your neck and tangling them in your hair. Once you pulled away your used the back of your hand to wipe her juices from your chin.

"Abby... I love you too." You spoke as you rested your forehead against hers.

She laughed, her hands now coming to hold your face lovingly. Her laughter was infectious as ever, causing small giggles to fall past your lips as well. You continued to giggle as she kissed each of your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your forehead, and then finally your lips.

"I'm gonna go get a washcloth, mkay?" You told her, already standing to make your way tonthe bathroom.

You came back to find Abby pulling her shirt back on. She smiled at you as you walked over to her, wiping both her thigh and between her legs. Then you cleaned yourself before tossing the washcloth into your hamper then putting a new pair of panties on. Abby put her own back on, letting her shorts stay on the floor.

Abby ran her hands through her hair, waiting for you to join her back into bed. She layed on her side and held her arms out for you. You wasted no time in curling up against her, wrapping your arms around her and nuzzling your face into her neck. Abby held you and rubbed your back until you both fell asleep again.

[emkaii]

in a random thought (more like this plot bunny has been living in my head rent free since this "what if" fic started and now i cant stop myself from sharing it after so many months? years? idek)

thank you to @feynites for the wonderful fic above that i continue to go back re-reading again and again

(also tagging @wangxianficrecs even though im not sure they share scum villain fics *sobs*)

! tw: death !

WHAT IF SCENARIO

og!sj dies the night of yqy & lqg wedding because of heartbreak? (because real heartbreak can literally kill in this fanfic universe) just, like, he dies. that's it. no shen yuan to transmigrate in his body as replacement.

so, og!sj was in seclusion punishment during that night right? and he was only allowed outside to attend the wedding itself. (am i right? or if not, meh)

so shen jiu dies in his bedroom, alone. lbh tries to enter his room to help him prepare for the wedding but doesn't get an answer (bc og!sj is ded), so lbh leaves bc he's obviously afraid of entering the room without og!sj's permission in fear of punishment.

the wedding is completed without sj arriving and everyone just assumes that he's bitter about the whole thing and doesn't attend as a show of rebellion.

also, since he's in secluded punishment and the servants doesn't like him, no one approaches or even tries to enter his room. lbh tries to tell the upper servants that it has been almost a full night & day that og!sj hasn't responded to anything outside his room, but of course, they don't listen to him.

so, he tries to directly report to yqy. who at this point is feeling disappointed? relieved? (even he himself doesn't know) that sj did not cause any problems to his new wedding. so, he goes to check on sj.

he tries to ask permission to enter the room, no answer.

tries to lengthen sj's punishment if he continues to be stubborn, no answer.

tries to threaten that he will break the door, no answer.

yqy gets nervous. something doesn't feel right.

sj is not the type to stay quiet.

he forcefully opens the door.

and he finds sj looking peacefully asleep.

but there's something wrong in the picture. sj was too quiet. too still.

yqy realizes that he can't hear sj breathing. he can't see any movement. at all.

he flies to sj's bedside.

tries to take his wrist to check his condition, and whole body-flinches at the cold skin. sj's body was stiff. and as a highly accomplished cultivator, yqy knows the state of a dead body more than a few hours after death.

he whispers, "a-jiu?"

sj' body would look peaceful in death, if not for the dried tear tracks in his face.

(I don't know how to describe/write it but i want yqy's reaction to be utter devastation, something similar or worse than his reaction in this fanfic's og novel when sj died in the original timeline)

minutes or hours later (yqy doesn't know, doesn't know or aware of his surroundings anymore), after mqf arrives and checks the situation after a frantic lbh tells lqg about sj and lqg flies to have mqf at their estate, mqf states:

"his body showed signs of grief sickness. in this case, his lungs decided to stop taking in air, his mind decided to stop all functions of his body, and his heart just decided to stop beating. i can say that it occurred around 24 hours ago."

24 hours ago.

24 hours ago was when sj tried to convince yqy not to proceed with the wedding for his new husband.

24 hours ago was when sj tried to tell yqy that he'd rather die than let yqy have a second husband.

yqy ignored him.

and now a-jiu is dead.

"A-Jiu couldn’t survive his husband marrying another man. That person died the day Yue Qingyuan married Liu Qingge"

AND THIS IS THE LINE FROM THE ORIGINAL FIC THAT INSPIRED THIS PLOT BUNNY.

i really do sometimes love making myself cry with my thoughts and ideas. now im sharing these to the world. and now i want to re-read, for the 8th? 9th? time, this whole wonderful series.

[call-me-chips]

Long vent warning 🙃

So if you came here for my typical carefree content, don't feel forced to read this at all :)

Ik I won't care if you do or don't, but I just need to get this to someone

I see a lot of people talking about having no friends and having bad friends, and both are really bad and I'm not trying to put down anyone's experiences, but I feel like there's a different kind of hurt when your friends just don't like you. Like, they're good people, but they just don't like you.

Like, I have this one friend (J) where, he's the closest thing I have to a best friend (aka, we see each other once a week and seem to enjoy each other's company), but I really don't think J likes me

He always has an excuse for not hanging out. Always. My sibling and I wanted to go to a comic con and invited J and his girlfriend, K. He mentioned a few weeks before that he might not be able to go because he might have to babysit a child or something. Closer to the con, J said that he, infact, wouldn't have to watch the child, which we were happy about, but then immediately he said that he "wasn't allowed" to go to this con. The reason he gave was "My dad thinks comic cons are cults." Even though J's been to several cons, one of which was in the US (We're Canadian).

And just yesterday a group I was going to had a Halloween night, and J promised he would go. We all made plans to be there, but the night of, I texted him and asked him if he was coming, to which he responded with "I'm not allowed", even though he's at the age where that shouldn't matter at all

I asked him why, and he never got back.

Everything I want to do, everything we try to plan, he's got a reason to not go.

He says he likes me and likes hanging out with me, but I don't believe it. Every excuse he uses is bullshit.

And it really sucks because I truly thought he'd be a friend that sticks around. Every friend I've ever had has left the moment I got too close.

And it's not like I can easily make friends, as I've never gone to school and I'm not in college

My parents keep scolding me about how I have no friends and that "God designed people to need other people" and that I "can't live life alone", but I don't know how the fuck they just expect me to summon new ones.

I've exhausted all groups I'm in of potential friends. And it's not like I don't try to make friends. I've been rejected dozens of times

But I know I'm just about ready to stop reaching out to J. I'll just stop asking if he wants to do anything and see if he initiates anything. When he doesn't, at least I'll know for sure that he doesn't really like me xD

Slightly different topic, but I really feel like I can't ever open up to anyone (which is why I rant to strangers on the internet). Literally everyone I've opened up to has either left me or betrayed me with it

I shared my struggles with a licensed therapist, and she made me feel like my feelings were nothing. She told me it was a phase and refused to hear any more

I shared one of my phobias in a trusted friend group chat, and one of the dudes (W) sent me a gif of it, have me the worst panic attack I've ever had, and then W called me sensitive when I complained about what he did (I was crying non stop for 30 mins, couldn't calm down completely for the next couple days, and got triggered my a simple household item that has NEVER triggered me before. I mean like, I saw this simple thing, froze in place, started hyperventilating, and nearly had another panic attack)

And there are a few other examples, but the worst one is when I opened up to my best friend at the time (N). I opened up, shared my story, cried in front of her. She left me the following week. N suddenly started talking to her other friend more and I could barely get a moment alone with her anymore. We barely talk now

I'm just tired of people. Tired of trying. Idek what I'm supposed to do at this point. I only rant to strangers cuz it's a lot less painful if someone online unfollows you than if a friend leaves you

Anyway I think that's enough for right now, I got pretty carried away 😅

If you read all this, here's a cookie :3 🍪

[lowkeyrobin]

👀 guess who's back

Is now a bad time to request a Foosh fic?

helloooo!! ; also I'm backed the fuck up but dw I swear I'll get this shit posted LMAO ; also went for some angst cause why not (I wanted to write maze runner angst of some sort but idek I have too many reqs)

FOOLISH GAMERS ; meet you at the graveyard

summary ; you have to say goodbye to one another

warnings ; language, suicidal innuendos

disclaimers ; snow in carolina 😭🙏 forgot where bro lives for a minute, reader is 23 but can mostly be ignored ig, young sheldon reference, me venting about loss and grief kinda idek

track ; meet you at the graveyard, cleffy

word count ; 853

b/m = birth month & b/d = birth date

masterlist

Foolish somblerly walks up to the graveyard where you lay now, where you stay now. He carries a bouquet of crimson red roses in his hand, the snow under his feet making a crushing sound as he walks.

His head hangs low, the vision of the accident and your face clouding his mind as he lays eyes on your headstone. He sets the flowers down across the snow, covering the bottom of your headstone like a freezing cold blanket.

You didn't deserve this, being only twenty-three.

His fingers trace your birth date and death date fragiley, like he'd hurt you beyond the grave.

B/M B/D, 1999 - December 28th, 2022

It stung seeing those numbers like that, under this circumstance. Your birthday was something to be celebrated, bringing joy and excitement, but now it hurt. Instead of creating more fun, happy memories with you, he'd have to sit in silence and ponder, drowning in those old memories because he couldn't make any new ones with you.

He sits down, looking blankly at the grey stone, then up at the grey skies above.

He talked to you every once in a while when he visited, trying to fill the empty hole in his heart. He felt like Mary Cooper talking to you like this, still hurt and alone, just wishing it'd all get better.

"How do you ever expect me to be happy?" He asks, his tone laced with the slightest bit of anger. Anger at himself mostly, angry at the force that took you away from him. "Why isn't letting go as easy as loving you?"

Tears stream down his frost-bitten cheeks, glowing a bright red. He wasn't properly dressed for the cold, only wearing some thick shoes, jeans, and a heavy coat over a t-shirt. He'd nearly left the house wearing basketball shorts until he saw the snow in his yard.

"I can't help it, it's just the way I'm wired, I know. I just can't let go. I love you too much to even try." He shakes his head, shoulders raised as he tenses up. "Every time I see photo recaps of you on my phone, I just cry. I don't wanna cry anymore, Y/n/n. I wanna smile when I see you, but I can't."

He wipes his tears away with his thick sleeves, sniffling a bit as he attempts to keep his composure.

"You taught me so much, you gave me so many new experiences and memories and showed me things I never would've if it weren't for you. I'm here right now because of you, everything is because of you." He admits. "Getting over you feels so wrong, even if it's just trying to live with myself without you. Those words that you said before you left my house are stuck in my head like glue, I don't know what you even meant. I can't even tell between fact and fiction with it"

He thinks of it over and over again before whispering it aloud. "'See you tomorrow, maybe', what does that mean?" He questions, "What does that even mean?" He asks again, his voice breaking.

At the response of nothing, he hides his face in his hands, struggling to hold back the tears. He quickly stands up without wishing you goodbye, heading back to the front entrance to leave and get back home.

You watch as he does so, his frozen fingertips hidden in his pockets. You sat on top of your headstone, knowing he couldn't see nor hear you, hoping one day he could. You always answered his questions, responded to his statements. You'd stay there until he joined you, hoping it was later rather than sooner, if anything.

As much as you'd been waiting for him, you could wait longer. You wanted him to live the long, fulfilling life you didn't give yourself. He'd be okay without you, he just needed time to adapt.

The days flick by quickly as if they're merely seconds, showing the snow melting over time and those roses wilting. Eventually, they're fully decomposed, leaving the plastic wrapping to be picked up by a stranger visiting their loved one, as it'd blown in the wind toward them. The grass is cut again once it's warm again.

They never weed wack, but mow over the flowers Foolish left at your grave, angering him. He decided that every time he'd come, about once every two to three months, he'd plant new ones. They hadn't run over the new rose bush he'd put beside your headstone, pleasing him at least.

You watched as he grew month after month, clearly happier and healthier after each visit. They'd become more sporadic, but he'd never healed, you don't just heal after losing someone like that. You break for good, you're able to super glue the broken plate back together, but cracks and small missing pieces still remain.

His goofy laugh makes itself present one day, lighting up your whole face like you'd never smiled before. It glued together one of those broken pieces inside of you, you swore it.

"I love you, Y/n/n."

[remingtonisleithal]

Hang 'Em High

Pairing: vampire!Gerard x reader

Summary: part two of Cemetery Drive, Gerard fears for Y/N and they pair plot their escape

Warnings: the worst writing you may read. It's so full of quotes idek if it's original. Oh there's also mentions of bloody, vampires, bodies, stuff like that. TW: mentions of abuse and allusions to self harm

Word count: 1k

Author's Note: ... I know I said I'd write a part two... i did, but it's shit. Sorry. It's also a complete mix of songs and vibes with an underlying idea for a proper series I'll write later (let me know if you're interested)

It was 3 in the morning when Y/N heard the creaking of her bedroom window. A normal person would be scared. But Y/N enjoyed the shiver that went down her spine when she saw the shadow stretch across the floor as someone climbed through her window.

“I miss you, you know.” Gerard's voice was quiet.

“More than I miss you? Impossible.” Y/N responded. She climbed out of the covers and snuggled into Gerard's chest. It still felt wrong, how cold he was, that she could no longer hear his soothing heart beat.

But he was here. That was enough.

Gerard pulled out some slightly injured flowers from the inside of his jacket pocket. The flowers were dry and dead, but Y/N didn't mind. Decay was her favourite type of bouquet.

“How'd you manage these? Your new “friends”?” Y/N asked.

“Stole 'em from the cemetery. Don't worry, I guess technically they were mine anyway.” Gerard said with a wink.

Y/N blushed. He knew her so well.

“Anything to show you just how much you mean to me.” His voice was a hushed whisper. “This is kinda weird , but, no one has... threatened you or hurt you or anything recently, right?”

Y/N looked around suspiciously.

“No. ...Was someone supposed to? Is this about your new... I don't even know what to call them.”

“Pack. Some of us call each other family, as we're all we have, but I can't do it. They might look 16 but they're not teenagers, they're monsters. Murderers. Some of them don't do it to stay sane, it's become a game for them, hunting. I see them for the animals they are. We're a pack. No more, no less.”

Gerard released Y/N from their embrace and started to pace around the room.

“What's going on?” Y/N's tone was harsh, icy with fear.

“Well... there's been a problem. They're starting to get suspicious of me, where am I going and spending so many night, while still not bringing back any corpses.”

Fear made it's way through Y/N's veins as she tried to comprehend all her lover had seen since he died. All the things he'd done, lives he had to end. An image of a thousand bodies piled up made her shudder.

“They know I'm with a human. I come back smelling of blood sometimes,” Y/N started to shift around uncomfortably in her clothes as Gerard spoke. “No no, it's not your fault, honey, OK?”

Gerard sighed.

“It's just... the head of the group—call her Black Mariah—she's getting concerned, I've heard her whispering with others about me being a liability. They're thinking of doing something, I'm just not sure what. I promised you I'd never let them hurt you, it's just getting harder to keep that promise, without—”

“No. I know what you're going to say Gee, I would rather risk my life to see you every other night than be safe and never see you again.”

“You don't understand, that girl's not right in the brain!”

“And I am?” Y/N said. Gerard let out an exasperated sigh. “Wait. Did you say Mariah?”

“Yes, why, have you met her?” Gerard panicked.

All the colour drained from Y/N's face. “I think she's my new lab partner.”

“Fuck. Holy shit, goddammit!” Gerard cried, punching the air, ripping his suit jacket off and throwing it at the floor. “She knows, she FUCKING KNOWS.”

Y/N took a step back, frightened of her boyfriend for the first time. Gerard picked up on this.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just....” Gerard breathed hard, pacing around, before looking back at his girl with wild eyes. “What if we run? We could take to the highway. Just leave.”

“Gerard, I can't. I have to-”

“You have to what? Stay with your abusive family? Finish school to become a good little capitalist? You've been dreaming of running forever.”

Y/N looked around, unsure.

“Y/N/N, if you don't want to, we don't have to. It's entirely up to you. I just....” Gerard trailed off, looking out the his girlfriend's window to the pale moonlight. “I may not care if I live or die, but I can't handle the thought of you getting hurt.”

Y/N looked around her bedroom. The wallpaper falling from the wall. Her battle jacket in the corner. The leaking roof over her make-shift desk. The whole in the wall from when her father got mad.

She looked up at Gerard, a new fire in her eyes.

“What's your plan?”

“Run until it fades to black, run into the sunset.”

“Bullshit. It's not like you to just run. What else?”

Gerard looks around. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

Gerard placed something cold, metallic and heavy in Y/N's hands.

“Tomorrow. Dusk. When the sun is gone, grab your gun and meet me by the door.”

Y/N had followed Gerard's instructions to a T. When the sun had dipped below the horizon, Y/N was outside, bag packed, gun in hand, wearing the dress her ex hates, the perfect gothic date outfit. She needed to look the part, when they arrive.

The car ride was long and silent until Gerard deemed their surroundings empty enough. He pulled over and turned to Y/N.

“Tonight... Tonight isn't gonna be pretty. I just need you to know, I love you. If it goes bad, well... Don't stop, if I fall, and don't look back.”

“Gerard, don't. I can't- I can't lose you. Not again.”

“Y/N/N, please. Don't stop, bury me. Permanently.”

Y/N looked away, and swallowed the growing lump in her throat.

“Alright. Alright. But you need to promise me this. If they get me... can you stake my heart?”

“I-”

“Please. This is what needs to happen. If you die, I will run. If I die, you need to run. If they turn me... Don't let me have to live like that. I've seen the pain it's put you through. Please.”

Gerard merely brought Y/N into his arms, pulling her close, and whispered, “I'll never let them hurt you. Not tonight.”

Neither knew who he was trying to convince.

He placed a soft kiss on her, and with that, Y/N stepped in the coffin.

Taglist: @fandomfoodiedancer @smiling-girl @sab-falco @charlie-rulerofhell @positive-pessimistic-emo I really hope this isn't too disappointing lol

[fantasymindpalace]

Stacked Up - quinlar stripper au

sooo here's the first chapter of my fic. i had a good time writing it so i hope u guys enjoy <3 idek if its like any good at all but whatever lol. you can also read on ao3

A lit mirthroot blunt resting on the side of an ashtray sent small tendrils of smoke idly floating up toward the ceiling of Bryce's bedroom. She picked it up between her first finger and thumb and took a long drag. As she exhaled the smoke, her phone buzzed with a notification where it lay next to the ashtray, amid a vast collection of makeup products that she was in the process of applying. It was a text message from Hunt Athalar. 

What time are you planning on leaving for work tonight?

Bryce rolled her eyes and smiled softly. Her shift at the White Raven would start at 10 tonight and would last until around 3 in the morning. The first shift with this new 'partner' or 'bodyguard', or whatever the hell Hunt was supposed to be. Without meaning to, her mind wandered to the conversation she'd had with him earlier that day. A debrief about her "side hustle", as she'd referred to it. 

"I also work night shifts on weekends. I start at 10 tonight."

"Wait, you have a second job? Where?" he'd inquired, looking confused. 

"Yeah. It's at the White Raven. It's like, my side hustle, I guess. But I'd really appreciate it if you kept it on the low. Only Juniper knows about it." She'd replied in a mildly irritated tone. 

"Not even Ruhn knows?"

"No, he doesn't know. Literally only Juniper."

"What, is it like, a secret or something?" Hunt had asked her. 

Bryce had let out a dramatic sigh accompanied by an exaggerated eye roll, then said, "No, it's not! Well, kinda. I do bottle service there. I don't tell anyone because it would be considered like, unbecoming of the prince's cousin to work in nightlife. But, whatever. It's how I afford my apartment and all the nice things you say I have."

"You do have a lot of nice stuff." he'd replied, earning another exasperated sigh from Bryce. It was true, though. Her closet was full of designer clothes, shoes, and accessories. Her apartment was beautifully furnished. And, on top of that, it seemed as though she was constantly getting her hair or nails done. 

"Well, I have expensive taste. Something you clearly don't know about," she'd said. Hunt had raised an eyebrow at that. 

Ignoring his expression, she continued, "Anyway, you should wait on the roof for me just like you do at Griffin. Just don't come in. Under any circumstances. Send me a text if you need me. I think it might compromise the investigation if the wrong person sees us there together."

The corner of Bryce's mouth quirked up into a little smirk at the memory of their conversation that afternoon. Hunt had seemed suspicious but didn't press any further. She picked up her phone, opened the message, and started to type. 

9:15. i need to get there early to change into my work clothes

He responded quickly.

Why not just put on your work clothes now?

because the uniform is a little........revealing lol

Understood. I'll be at your apartment at 9:10.

Bryce felt a slight twinge of guilt in her stomach at the lie. There was no uniform. She'd selected and purchased all of her work outfits herself. Her stomach twisted even more as she remembered the bigger lie from earlier. She wasn't doing bottle service at all. Whatever. His nosy ass was already in her business too much anyway. After taking another substantial drag from her blunt, she began to apply several layers of mascara to her long eyelashes. 

In the dressing room of the White Raven, Bryce leaned down to fasten the ankle strap of her heel. She wore a skimpy, hot pink bodysuit with crystal fringe adorning the minimal fabric that covered her hips and breasts. Her pink platforms were seven inches tall. Her burgundy hair was straightened and pulled back into a sleek ponytail, perfect for swinging around as she danced. The other girls were chattering and the heavy bass from the music playing on the club's speakers could be heard from above the ceiling. The room smelled of blunt smoke and hairspray. Vanities with lights around the mirrors displayed an assortment of beauty products and bobby pins scattered across the counters. 

"Juniper!" she called across the room, gesturing for her friend to help her with her outfit. "I can't tie this in the back."

Juniper pranced from the vanity she sat in front of over to Bryce.

"Turn around," Juniper said softly as she tied the strap of Bryce's top behind her neck. "This outfit is so cute! You'd better get a stack tonight!" she exclaimed with a wink and a tap on Bryce's mostly bare ass. Bryce giggled and turned around, crossing her arms and cocking her hip out to the side. 

"I'd better! It looked packed in there when I was coming in. I've made a thousand marks in a night with way less people in this bitch!" she said. "Your outfit is hot as fuck too, June. I'd say we're both leaving here with a stack!"

Juniper laughed aloud at that. Bryce glanced down at her phone screen, eyes widening. 

"Fuck! I'm supposed to be onstage in like, 2 minutes. See you on the floor, sexy!" she called out to Juniper as she started to walk toward the stage entrance. Her heart started to beat faster as she mentally prepared for her stage set. In her mind, Bryce ran through the songs the DJ would play for her and the choreography to each. She arrived at the backstage door and quietly slipped through, the volume of the music increasing substantially as it opened. She remained out of the crowd's sight as she waited for the dancer onstage to finish out her set. The DJ's voice boomed over the music coming through the speakers.

"Please give it up for Roxy Onyx!"

Bryce watched Roxy blow kisses toward the crowd, then bend down to start picking up the money at her feet while everyone cheered for her. Bryce applauded her as well. From what she could see, people were tipping well tonight. So, yes, she decided, she would be going home with a stack of marks tonight. As if on cue, the DJ's loud voice echoed through the club again as Roxy made her way offstage. Bryce gave her a high five as she walked past. 

"And now, please give a warm welcome to the star of tonight's show, Starlight!"

As Bryce walked onstage, the crowd erupted into cheering and applause. A wide smile graced her beautiful lips as she sauntered towards the center of the stage, swaying her hips purposefully. As soon as she placed her pretty hand on the pole, the first song of Bryce's set started playing, and she began to dance. She circled the pole a few times as the tempo started to increase. Her eyes scanned the crowd gathered before her, winking at a few regulars in hopes of getting them to tip more. Then, right as the beat dropped, she dropped to her knees. Placing her hands on the floor in front of her, she leaned forward slowly until her ass was high in the air. The volume of the crowd grew louder the higher Bryce's ass went. She scratched the floor with her long nails as she slowly rose to her knees again. In perfect time with the music, she popped back up on her feet, but remained low in a squat, working her hips to the rhythm. With one hand, she gripped the pole for support as the other hand snaked leisurely from her ankle all the way up her leg. She grabbed her ass cheek, jiggled it, and smacked it with a demure smirk toward the crowd as the money began flying all around and landing at her feet. 

Hunt could feel the heavy bass of the music vibrating in his chest as he sat on the roof. He tapped at a game on his phone, uninterested. To be honest, he was struggling to stay awake. He should at least be able to go in and get a drink, he thought, but he'd promised Bryce that he wouldn't. He opened the text message app on his phone and began typing.

Just checking in. Still want to leave at 3?

He knew he shouldn't be worried that Bryce didn't reply immediately. He knew she was working, obviously she wouldn't be able to get back to him right away. In an attempt to keep his mind off her, he closed the app and went back to the game. It didn't work. His thoughts kept returning to when he was picking her up from her apartment earlier. When she'd first opened the door, he'd barely been able to stifle his reaction. He was fixated on her alluring eyes, which were beautifully enhanced with dark, smoky makeup. Her long, pretty lashes left him breath taken. Then, he'd noticed her seductive, full lips, which were glossy and pink. Seeing that had caused another reaction. A physical one, which was much more difficult to conceal. And, as if all that wasn't enough, her perfume was purely intoxicating. Hunt had been trying not to imagine the "revealing" uniform Bryce was wearing right now. Trying, and failing. A deep sigh passed through his lips as he set his phone face down beside him, gazing toward the night sky. For a moment, he closed his heavy eyelids. He'd almost started to doze off when his phone vibrated with a notification. It was a text message from Bryce Quinlan. 

yeah. im doing good, ty for checking in. i'll be out in 20

Cool. See you then.

As Bryce and Hunt made their way back to the apartment, he noticed how tired she looked. She kept shifting her duffel bag of work clothes from shoulder to shoulder, so he offered to carry it for her. 

"I don't need some alphahole to carry my shit for me." she quipped. About two minutes later, she wordlessly handed the bag to him. The pair continued silently until they reached the door to Bryce's apartment. As she unlocked the door, Hunt asked, "How did your shift go?"

Bryce pushed through the door and said, "It was pretty good. I met my goal for the night!" stifling a yawn as she spoke. 

"Your goal?"

"Yeah, June and I set goals for tips sometimes."

"Oh? And what was your goal tonight?" he asked absentmindedly. He was more focused on her sleepy eyes, reddened from smoking mirthroot. 

"A stack," she stated simply.

"What?" 

"A stack!" she replied, pulling a zipper wallet out of a side pocket on the duffel bag Hunt was still holding. 

"Like, a stack as in a thousand marks?" Hunt questioned her. He wasn't sure they were referring to the same amount, considering it would be an outrageous amount of tip money to make in a single night. 

Bryce beamed as she removed a thick wad of cash from the wallet. "A thousand marks!" she exclaimed and started to count the money. One thousand three hundred and twenty gold marks. Hunt couldn't believe his eyes. He was simply too tired to conceal the disbelief on his face as he gently set the duffel bag down by the door. He couldn't fathom how she did it. But, he supposed, he would tip extra too if someone who looked like Bryce was his bottle girl. In fact, if Bryce was serving him bottles in the club, he'd probably end up giving her everything in his wallet. So he could potentially see how she pulled it off. Still, it was almost unbelievable.

"What?" she teased. "This is how I afford all my nice things, Hunt."

He shrugged. "I guess that explains it." He was trying to act casual, but his name coming from those pretty lips would be his undoing, and he was becoming too exhausted to resist them.

Bryce laughed unabashedly. Hunt's heart melted. 

"Well, I'm going to bed," she said, "I work again tomorrow night, same time. Rest up!"

With that, she swiped the cash off the counter in one motion, sauntered past him, and headed to her room. Hunt, still contending with his skepticism and intense attraction, obeyed her and went to bed.

[olivieraa]

Worst night sleep ever last night cause I had a jaw ache, so that was hard to sleep on. But when I did sleep I had a FloJo dream!

Must have been bc of that fanart I reblogged. But I haven't had a FloJo dream in..... god I can't even say. Have I ever even had one?? Idk.

It was actually a really good plot ngl.

So my dream was actually multiverse related which was kinda amazing bc a) back in the day we wrote our story with the multiverse in mind (which was how they were able to meet other variants of themselves) and b) multiverse was confirmed as YGO canon in 2016

Idek how I can describe this dream. Esp since it was time travel related and I fucking hate time travel.

So in terms of how I've always viewed the multiverse, it means that every universe is different. Either slightly or majorly. Ex, in one universe, Joey is rich and Kaiba is poor. In another universe, none of the characters have ever met, in another universe Joey is a brunette and he's British. Or it could be that one universe is almost the EXACT SAME as another universe but the timeline is different.

And that's what my dream was. So the original FloJo timeline was 2012 and in current day 2024, they're divorced. But the FloJo in my dream were only recently married and hadn't reached the point of even discussing kids yet.

But somebody universe travelled! Idek who this was. Some woman lmao (maybe it was me)

But anyway, she came to the present to tell Jo that Flo was eventually going to leave him. Jo didn't believe her at all cause he has 100% faith in Flo despite how insecure Jo has always been about that idea, bc he never thought he was worthy. But she provides so much proof and evidence. Things only Flo and Jo would know and it leaves him in a state of shock.

His day was going absolutely swimmingly. Little did he think this encounter would kinda ruin his life.

More dream shit happens but ultimately he brings it up to Flo who gets angry at Jo for believing some woman over him. That their motto is "together forever", that Flo is constantly going on about how he'd basically die without Jo. Why would he ever think of leaving him?

And Jo says that everything in that previous timeline has gone the exact same as their current timeline. So this future thing of Flo abandoning him cant be the only thing that's different. That Flo will ultimately do it. And Flo is like "what possible reason would I have for ever leaving you??!" and Jo responds that Flo left the day the kids were born, and that this Flo hasn't experienced that yet. And that the Flo that left (tho they were never able to find him again and ask) must have just freaked the fuck out and bailed.

So Flo, also in a state of shock bc he realises he's kind of a piece of shit, agrees with Jo that they should probably break up.

Jo at this point had already cried till they were dried up. Flo hasn't gotten emotional yet. He's mostly just fuming. Fuming that not only did another Flo fuck up his life, but that he was gonna end up doing that in the end to his Jo. And that he'd rather not make another Jo go through that kinda suffering again.

He's so sweet in my dream I feel bad lmao He just can't believe that for someone that parades about how much he'll love and protect his husband, that he ends up hurting him in the worst way possible, more than anyone ever has. He basically kinda hates himself upon realisation, realisation that he's a really evil villain, and that he can't believe another version of him put a Jo through that and has lived for 10 years as a single dad, and he was gonna end up doing that to his Jo. He can't even imagine seeing his Jo in that much pain. And that he's the one that inflicted it? V sad.

Idk really remember how the dream ended but I think that's a good ass story ngl. Bad sleep but hella interesting dream.

If I'd to write that as a fanfic (not that I write fanfics) and continue this story, I'd probably make Flo into a bit of a stalker. Just always watching over Jo. I mean, this Flo had never made the decision to up and abandon his love. He'd never even thought about that for a second! So for Jo to just be taken from him so quickly, like, he's not gonna get over him that fast. Flo truly believes Jo is the love of his life, that he couldn't possibly ever feel that again with someone else. That the life he lived before Jo entered was meaningless, so how could he go back to that and ever be happy?

So watching Jo at least from a far is enough to keep him a little satisified. It's bad enough he doesn't get to hold, kiss, cuddle, play or have sex with him, but the idea of never getting to look at him again? Too hard. So yeah, he needs to be able to at least see Jo every if not most days.

He doesn't even know how to live in his mansion. This mansion they made a cosy home, is now just a house. Just him and his staff. (I'd have to think about what they'd do with the dogs. I know Flo would at least keep Flirt, his favourite one. But Joey in an apartment with the other 11? Miiiiiiiiight not work out. May have to only keep a couple and try and have the others adopted. Again, another heartbreak ;A;).

Actually, a canon Flo quote is--- Ok omg I went to go get the quote, and its in the same ep as Jo dueling Mako and Mako says him and the ocean broke up blah blah, and damn why are there no subtitles!! But anyway, just after the Florence scene, Joey says to Mako:

"That's why you guys ended up getting divorced, because you didn't communicate. You can't build a healthy relationship on--" And then Mako interrupts saying he'd rather kill himself than take relationship advice from Joey lmao

But yeah Flo's quote to Mar--ik is that he uses his Ring "to manipulate the fabric of time and space, bending it to my will in order to create shambling monstrosities that feed on the souls of the living. ...And sometimes I just use it to find gay people."

"Why would you wanna do that?"

"Secretly I'm very lonely." Lmao poor thing.

So yeah, he obvs brought it upon himself.

So he'd just be stalking Jo from afar.

But he's also facing a serious conundrum! In our FloJo canon, basically Flo was generally suppressing his evil side via sex. It's one thing if this was actual, but this was abridged so we came up with this idea that abridged Bakrua is just as villanous as canon Bakrua (changing the name so it doesn't end up in the search), but he suppresses it due to laziness. Like he feels urges to kill but as long as he satiates himself with something just as pleasurable, he won't kill.

And it's not like he (before Jo) cared if he killed. It was just be like "ugh man, gotta kill... effort tho. I'll just find someone to fuck." Which is why he would fuck women, cause they were easier to seduce and he just wanted a quick fuck. He went after men when he was actually looking for a good time.

And so killing or sex... it was just wtv he felt up to. But killing was riskier, so being a playboy with a harem at his beck and call was the easier choice. But when Jo came along, Jo never knew about this. And Flo ended up killing a bunch of people, including a kid, bc Joey didn't wanna have sex with him one specific time (not knowing Flo needed it at that time, cause Flo never explained the requirements). Flo wasn't gonna cheat, so he killed, thinking that would hurt Jo less. But Jo was just like, "why the fuck didn't you tell me?! I would have had sex with you if you told me it would stop you from murdering!"

And so Flo went to jail and yadda yadda.

So current Flo, without his Jo, really and truly does not want to have sex with anyone else. How can baseless sex with nobodies compare to making love to your true love? So he's getting his urges back again (that he hasn't had since that time he went to jail bc Flo and Jo had sex frequently enough to never need to do it when Flo 'needed' it. They be fuckin all the time). And so he goes out to kill one night. But thinks "I'll only kill bad guys. Then Jo wouldn't be upset. ...Not that he'll know." But when Flo's about to stab a guy, he realises killing anyone at all would make Jo upset. So he breaks the guys arm and heads for a club to pick up a hot chick to have a quick fuck.

And this goes on for a couple of months. Jo has tried his best to go back to his normal life. He doesn't live in a rundown shithole anymore (Flo wouldn't allow that), so he has a normal and nice apartment. He goes to work. He hangs with his friends. He's never been the same again. He smiles as often as he can but he's suppressing a lot of sadness (also YGO canon).

Meanwhile Flo is out fucking women and stalking Jo. Likely projecting female!Jo onto these women to make it more bearable.

And then one day Jo realises he left something important at the mansion and comes to pick it up. And when the butler lets him in, Flo is coming down the stairs with a random woman and they're both

And Jo is all

They both look at each other in shock. Jo looks down and says "I'm just here to collect some things." and walks past the two. Flo is still all

After putting Jo through so much, he didn't want Jo to ever know.

And so Jo is up getting like video games or something that he'd bought from the games room, and Flo immediately goes to his ipad to check the camera for the games room. The woman is all, "hey~~" and Flo is all "get out" as he frantically goes to check the ipad.

And he finds Jo in the room gathering up his games. But he's crying. And it breaks Flo's heart. The woman scoffs and leaves. Jo dries his eyes before gathering himself and coming back down. Flo grabs him just before he leaves and says I can explain. Jo says he doesn't have to, they're not together. But Flo really wants Jo to understand that he hasn't moved on, and especially so fast. But that he's doing it bc he thought if anything, he'd prefer Flo have sex rather than kill ever again. And Flo has absolutely no problem killing if Jo approves. But he has to do one or the other. He never learned to suppress the urges bc him and Jo fucked so much he never thought he'd have to.

Jo picks the sex. But he's obvs not happy about it. But Flo says he only ever picks blondes, and does it from the back lmao

So I was thinking about that this morning as I had breakfast hahaha see I clearly want to start writing this fun shit again. My brain is activated.

But this is just a fanfic scenario as there is no Flo around. But it was fun to think about.

[sw1mmingfoolz]

[2:15] - joshua hong

requested? Y/N

genre: fluff n joshua being a teasing little shit

wc: 904

a/n: idek what this is honestly i really do write the most minute domestic situations lmao this is just outing me as a filthy tea drinking josh arms lover 😤 this isn't proofread so if it makes no sense i'm sorry lol :') feedback is always very appreciated haha as always i read everyone's tags and they always make my day! 💞💕💞💕

Rain pattered lightly against the window, a streetlight outside sending shadows of droplets cascading down your boyfriend's face. You felt somewhat creepy, you supposed, propped up on one elbow as you admired his sleeping form. You were unable to sleep, and there was only so much tossing and turning you were willing to waste your time doing. Eventually you had relented, bare feet padding down the hall to make tea, and now you were settled again under your large cushy duvet, one hand holding the handle of your mug and the other cradling your head.

You knew if you attempted to snuggle up to Joshua he'd throw an arm around your shoulders and pull you to him no matter how deeply he was sleeping, but you didn't want to take even the tiniest risk of waking him up. You took a small, tentative sip of the warm liquid and relished in its all-consuming comfort, blooming flames in the pits of your stomach that spread to lick at every fibre of your being. You shifted your gaze to the crack in the curtains through which the white light spilled, following the sliver back to the face you so often found yourself transfixed by. His inexplicably gentle features somehow softened further when he slept, lips slightly parted and eyelashes resting daintily on entirely smooth skinned cheeks. You were struggling to fight the urge to brush back a strand of hair that had fallen across his face as you took yet another sip of your tea, the sounds of the raindrops picking up in an apparent mimicry of your heartbeat. He still had you awestruck after a year together, and probably always would.

As you finished your tea and set the mug on the nightstand he stirred, a slight groan escaping his lips as he breathed deeply. You watched him, entirely still in case you woke him fully, but in spite of your efforts it seemed he could sense your lack of somnolence.

"What time is it?" he grumbled through a thick, groggy voice. His eyes remained closed as he asked, but slowly opened after you remained quiet. "Baby?"

"It's almost two, I think," you responded with an indiscreet clear of your throat. He chuckled, bringing a large hand up to cup your face.

"Were you watching me sleep? Such a creep," His voice was as gentle as his expression was, eyes as heart melting as ever, even as he was teasing you.

"Maybe," you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "You're pretty when you sleep."

"So I'm ugly when I'm awake?" he scoffed, acting as if he were in pain when you lightly punched his arm in response.

"You know that's not what I'm saying," you giggled, nuzzling further into his palm as it again sought refuge on your cheek.

"You can't sleep?"

"I gave up trying like an hour ago," you admitted sheepishly, glancing at the mug behind you. "I've just been enjoying the rain." He hummed, a wordless agreement with the sentiment of the rain's enjoyability, and reached his other hand up to pull you down onto him. He knew you liked to lie on his broad shoulders, able to nudge your face into his neck and plant kisses on his tanned skin while his arms kept you feeling ever secure. You were as ever obvious in your love for them, which he definitely appreciated given how often he'd flex for you with an overexaggerated vanity only to laugh at the blush that crept up your neck and settled hot on your cheeks. He was a huge tease, sure, but you loved that about him. And you loved the confidence you knew he derived from it too.

As if reading your mind he tensed his biceps a little as they wrapped around you, holding you tightly against him. You felt so safe with him, a whole different kind of warmth spreading through your chest as you felt your heart skip a beat at the action but otherwise begin to slow. You giggled as you pressed your lips to his jaw, looking up to see him smirking.

"You're so easy to fluster," he laughed, not needing to see your face to know it was reddening in the dark.

"Can't help that my boyfriend is hot," you retorted, voice steady with great effort, and it succeeded in shutting him up as he too found his face heating up. You tossed a leg over his so you were lying mostly on your front, brain alternating between focusing on the slowing pitter patter of the rain and his steady heartbeat. You both laid in silence for a while, the peace comfortable, a far cry from the tension you usually felt in such a position with other people. His breathing was slow and steady, your head rising and falling with his chest as he drew patterns up your arm and over the back of your hand.

"Sleep well, darling," Joshua whispered, placing a gentle kiss to your head as he eventually felt himself begin to slip back into slumber. He laced his fingers with yours as he did, as ever wanting as much contact with you as possible. "I love you," he added, so small you could only just hear it, and as you too began to feel sleep finally overtake your body you returned his admission with the warmth he so easily blossomed within you lacing your voice.

[ok-boomerang]

zutara freed me from the tyranny of canon

It wasn't until I watched ATLA that I became a fan of non-canon ships, and let me tell you how much this has improved my experience of consuming any media, whether it's books, shows, movies, or what have you.

My first fandom, like many, was HP. And like many, until oh idk a few years ago, I thought JKR could do no wrong. I was a fan of Wolfstar (Remus/Sirius), but when it became canon that Remus gets with Tonks, I found myself doing backflips to explain how Wolfstar could still work with...Ronks? (See Idek their ship name.) Who was I to question The Word of God, even if it was...bad?

BUT THEN I watched ATLA and noticed how the subtext/themes would have led to an incredible love story between Zuko and Katara. And there was no backflipping I could do to convince myself that Kat@@ng made narrative sense. Mai.ko was even worse, since Mai was introduced to underscore how Zuko was unhappy despite having gotten everything he thought he'd want (his family, his crown, and even a girlfriend!). The last five minutes of the show simply confused me.

But the fanfiction and fanart that I've seen in the ZK community has simply blown my mind. Not only have I read fanfiction that made me think "this should have been canon," but I've read fic that made me think "oh my GOD this is BETTER than canon," in that the author developed the themes of ATLA even better than the original show did.

Zutara fans meticulously take canon apart and put it back together in a way that makes the story we know and love even more meaningful. I find myself taking this lens to many shows I watch or books I read. Was this character's actions believable? How would they respond if X happened? What would make this story more narratively satisfying? "Well this is what the author decided!" is not a good argument for why something should/should not have happened in a story. Creators may have given us the work, but it's a disservice to the creator to consider their decisions above critique.

As you might guess, this perspective has made me a much better writer too.

[pokikirapoki]

Gil toe sucker Kira???????????

[xiaosweetheart]

a sweetheart's holiday.

character: xiao

genre: fluff (and smut)

summary: xiao didn't quite understand what this "valentine's day" was all about, but he figured he could indulge you in your silly little mortal festivities anyway.

warnings: gn afab reader; domestic ish xiao (he's trying); semi lazy writing ??; praise; it was supposed to be lovemaking but 🙁 i was cut short on time; implied overstim; creampie ?; a leetol bit of teasing; mentions of drool ???? idek have fun w this yall

a/n: i gave the fuck up on this im not even gonna lie to yall i just do not have the time to go into my usual detail LFMAOAOAOOO (i def think u can see where i gave up but 🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯) // not proofread rip

xiao didn't know much of anything in regards to human customs and cultures, and so, this naturally extended to holidays as well (save for the lantern rite festival). so whenever valentine's day rolled around, xiao didn't have a clue as to why he saw more couples out n about or why everyone was suddenly so ........... what was the phrase again? "lovey dovey?" yeah, that's the one.

but when he saw how excited you were, cooing at any couples you could see from your place on the uppermost balcony of the inn, xiao found himself biting back his pride and shyly asking you what today was and why everyone was making such a big deal out of it.

"today's valentine's day!" you cheered, taking xiao's hands into your own. "it's a couple's holiday, and a celebration of love! generally you give your lover a gift — like flowers or chocolate! — and shower each other in love!"

there was a short pause before xiao simply responded with a "why?" you could see the gears turning in his head, and you saw the way his brows furrowed slightly, like he was still processing what you were saying.

"why? ah– well. hm. y'know, don't worry about the why! it's a lovely, little holiday!" you beamed, releasing xiao's hands in favor of cupping his face instead and pulling him in for a tender kiss (nearly catching him off guard).

melting under your touch, xiao still didn't quite understand what this "valentine's day" was about, but he figured he could indulge you in your silly little mortal festivities.

xiao thought that getting flowers for you would be a menial task, but with how little time he actually spent in the harbor he so dutifully protected, he didn't have a clue where to go, and he was too stubborn and prideful to ask someone for help.

after wandering around the city for what felt like hours (it was maybe fourty-five minutes), xiao let out an agitated huff before teleporting to qingyun peak, settling instead on picking the flowers him damnself.

the last thing xiao expected when he reappeared in your room of the inn was to see you sprawled out on the bed in a pretty, pink babydoll lingerie set he had yet to see you in.

seeing xiao materialize into the room out of the corner of your eye, you were quick to sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. giggling quietly at the violent blush on his face, you stood up and moved to close the distance between you and him (the way he took half a step back didn't go unnoticed by you).

"i — i, uh," he paused to clear his throat before holding up the small bouquet of hand-picked flowers, "i got these for you," he mumbled, refusing to meet your gaze. biting back a laugh that you knew would be misinterpreted, you gingerly took the bouquet from him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

to think, adeptus xiao, could be so easily flustered! tongue-tied and blushing like a mortal! you'd surely be the death of him.

"they're so pretty! did you pick them yourself?" all xiao gave you in return was a curt nod. he'd never admit it, but (not so) deep down, he had a soft spot for you — he was a gentle soul by nature, and there was hardly a thing he wouldn't do for you; so what was a lil flower picking?

"i know it's not much, but," you began, stepping just far enough away from xiao so that he could drink in your figure and see the pretty new lingerie you had bought for today specifically. "i got you this!" grinning and biting your lip at the way he gulped and how his eyes glazed over with lust (and adoration).

setting the bouquet on the nightstand, you sat back down on the edge of the bed, legs spread slightly. looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, xiao very quickly took the hint and made his way over to the bed. nudging your knees further apart, he took his place between your legs. leaning in so close, you could feel his breath fan across your face, xiao hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering across his amber eyes.

cupping his face, you pulled him in for a tender kiss, leaning back onto the bed as you did so, forcing him to follow suit.

"i love you," you muttered against his lips, fingers threading themselves into his hair. "i love you so, so much, xiao, you have no idea. my lovely boy."

there was a beat of silence as xiao processed what you had just said. your words had his eyes glossing over with tears, and sent a pang through his heart. gods, what could he have ever possibly done to deserve you?

xiao didn't say anything in return, opting to kiss you again instead, but the look on his face coupled with his rosy cheeks let you know that he felt the same.

shifting so that his thigh was in between your own, xiao smirked when he felt you grind your clothed cunt down against his leg. letting out a soft gasp, xiao took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, further deepening the kiss.

"x–xiao," you mewled as one of his hands trailed its way down your body, touch feather light. shuddering when his fingers began circling your clit through your panties, you tugged at his hair, only to let out a whimper when he bit your lip in return.

"pretty," xiao mumbled as he broke away from the kiss. his voice was little more than a whisper, and you felt your heart flutter with the way he looked at you. "so, so pretty," he breathed, eyes full of love, and a little bit of awe — like you were the most beautiful celestial body he'd ever seen, and he just couldn't look away.

leaning in to kiss you once more, your hips bucked involuntarily against his hand as his fingers resumed their ministrations against your clit.

"i've barely touched you and you're already soaked," he cooed, chuckling at the wet patch forming on your pretty, pink panties.

"i– i'd gotten myself all worked up while i was waiting for you," you shyly confessed, heat rising to your cheeks.

huffing at the smirk that curled at the corners of his lips, you smacked his arm playfully before pulling at the hem of his shirt.

"how impatient," he teased, swatting your hand away so he could pull his shirt off himself. truth be told, xiao was just as impatient as you were (if not moreso).

"aa–aah! xiao!" you whined, nails digging into the skin of his back. each one of his thrusts were slow and deep, and his cockhead hit that special, spongy spot inside you nearly everytime. the feeling was enough to leave you slack-jawed and borderline drooling as you clung to xiao for dear life.

you had already cum twice now, and xiao was working you towards your third orgasm, his own not too far behind.

"x–xiaao! 'm close! s–so close!"

"m–me — ah! me too!"

your fingers found purchase in his hair, and you pulled him down for another kiss, this one much more passionate than the rest. xiao wasted absolutely no time sucking your tongue into his mouth, your mewls and whimpers only spurring him on further.

removing a hand from his hair, you moved it down to play with your clit instead, the added stimulation pushing you right to the edge.

"hhhn l–love y— a–ah! i love you, xiao!" you sobbed out as you came for a third and final time; and your walls clamping down and fluttering around him was enough to send xiao over the edge too, pumping you full of his cum.

"aa–aah! fuck! i— i love you too," he panted, collapsing against your chest. "'m sorry, i'll pull ou—"

"n–no! no," you blurted. "don't. pl–please?" you were perfectly fine dozing off like this, with xiao, and his cum, still inside you.

"alright," he murmured with a yawn, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into your chest.

"happy valentine's day, lovely," you mumbled sleepily, fingers carding through xiao's hair, as his breathing evened.

"nnmnh valentine," was all you were able to make out, his words too slurred and muffled, and you too sleepy to really understand.

masterlist

[theomnicode]

Imagination of the universe

Someone actually made a good point on reddit.

"Imagining"? They imagined the universes inside themselves and turned each atom in the opposite direction. And then Saitama moved in time, as if he had turned the atoms in the real world. That is, has his imagination become real? Or did he really create an entire universe that was connected to real

At this point? I'm gonna say yea, to the first one at least.

That much I've made a meta about that he visualizes things and it just happens. With his cognitive powers, what he imagines happening, happens.

Bending hyperspace gates, multiply himself, multiply his arms, appear where he imagines to appear from, imagining how he can fight and dodge things by slowing down time...just one aspects of his powers. Divine power is helluva drug, you can do anything with it.

(Saitama casually bending reality meta here)

But did he accidentally create an entire inner universe by imagining it? Err...if he imagined his atoms mimicing Garou's atoms. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it means he's imagining the universe that exists in each being, the soul. Divine power. Stuff.

Not saying it would be out of his grasp though...imagining an entire universe, that is. If he can vividly imagine his own soul, which would be this in cosmological terms. He'd just need to think on bigger scale lol.

The confusing part comes from whether it means if saitama just imagined his inner universe to become real or if he imagined the inner universe that was part of him.

And... you know what guys?

I think I got what this uncanny feeling is with all these chapters.

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say what I think is happening...

Don't click if you don't want a potential surprise ruiners just btw.

Saitama is STILL imagining his own inner universe.

Saitama imagined punching monsterization out of Garou? Bam, people are suddenly forgetting the essence of monsterization.

Saitama saw Garou turn into salt? Zombieman is confused about how Homeless Emperor actually met his end.

Garou should not remember fighting Blast either in that order. But Garou who imagined his inner universe with Saitama would.

Garou too, is imagining his inner universe.

No wonder chapter 170 was so idyllic...it was exactly what Garou wanted lol.

No wonder everyone looks so weird at times too. Like Sitch is lacking his large nose from far away. It's hard to imagine all the minor details.

Like Tareo's shirt.

Or that the couch should not have a rendition of God's cube in it.

Or that Genos does not actually look like a cat. And rover keeps changing sizes depending on who is looking. Black S imagines Rover as pathetic or that's how Rover actually looks like if Black S is not affected.

All the inconsistencies and weirdness.

The road should probably be straight too, if I am all honest and not look like fata morgana, uneven and very much not straight. And the world not be full of holes after Boros's attack like the last time Saitama saw City A. Erosion might happen, but not a straight road? Idek, these roads look pretty nice to me. Hell there should be more roads, but they are conspiciously lacking. Probably because Saitama doesn't imagine them being around.

Funnily enough, even the heroes in the cafe seemingly respond like Saitama would have responded. Despite having their beepers which provide location information where the distress signal is sent from, they try locating based on the sound when they can't find their way around the place.

Then they arrive late to the scene, much like Saitama himself. A rendition of how he would imagine himself responding to a monster attack indeed.

Something happened that we still aren't privy to in between chapter 169 and 170.

Like, idk...Saitama going to fucking bed and falling asleep because he had been up for longer than 24hrs.

Either Saitama is having some wild ass dreams or his powers are messing with everyone else's cognitive thoughts or this is all some fucked up dream scenario made by OPM God sending subliminal messages to everyone and everyone is just imagining all kinds of shit happening.

Still imaginary fake stuff regardless. Someone has some really fucking vivid imagination. It's either Saitama, Garou, OPM God, everyone or all of em.

Maybe OPM God is trying to superimpose webcomic parallel world into manga verse lmfao.

Zombieman threw lampshading at God, so I'm going to point my finger there.

Iaian in redrawn chapters has this to say about it.

"Being of immense power that is the very incarnation of despair and beyond human ability to defeat."

Oh and Garou is not past Garou, pretty sure it's not. It's future Garou imagining his own inner universe, the same as Saitama.

That's why he spouts his rhetoric into a dine and dash investigation and skips the actual interrogation entirely, because he cannot imagine how that one would go for real.

The one problem though is that future Garou is still dead.

Who knows if Garou being dead means he can actually get to uh, meet this being of immense power that is the very incarnation of despair...that would be fun wouldn't it.

Imagination is getting pretty real though. A bit too real if you ask me.

What is real and what is fake anymore?

However...if one gets too immersed in their imagination, it may be too difficult to stop daydreaming to notice the dangers.

Saitama's finally getting what he wishes for too. Some actual, real and not so boring monsters I bet.

Someone has to slap him awake before it's too late.