#oooh what a detailed story

[waitineedaname]

the dashboard osmosis has zapped your blorbos into my subconscious bc despite not having read a word of svsss last night I dreamed about a musical adaptation of it. thought you should know. (the dream musical kind of slapped btw)

OH MY GOD??? that sounds incredible holy shit now all I can think about is which scenes would make good songs. this is amazing omg I'm so glad my dashboard osmosis powers were strong enough to do this to you

[hofftrans]

I'm a huge fan of horror and horror short stories so I thought I'd check out an oldie and read borrasca and tbh I hope the writer eats glass for writing that amount of gratuitous, shock value csa. I'm pro talking about such difficult subjects esp as a survivor of it myself but borrasca treated the subject with no empathy or respect towards the victims and I just. I hate it. I haven't hated a short story this much like ever but I really genuinely hate it

[redshiftsinger]

what the fuck what the fuck what the FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK

What are dead man walking tornadoes? :O

it’s a multi-vortex tornado. i dont remember the tribe it originates from (i think it was cherokee), but there’s a native american legend…? saying? that goes “if you see a man in a tornado, you are about to die.”

the most infamous shot of a dead man walking tornado hit jarrell, texas in 1997

it did so much damage to the town it caused the scale that tornados are measured by, the fijita scale, undergo revisions, and it made anchoring buildings in the tornado alley region pretty much mandatory. (it took the entire town off the map. only those who had taken shelter outside of the town or in underground bunkers survived.)

two more examples of dead man walking tornadoes looking like a person are a tornado from 2011 that hit cullman, alabama

and a tornado from 1975 that hit xenia, ohio

[waywardsalt]

when i played persona 5 royal for the first time i felt that it was a great palette cleanser after the dogshit of totk, and now i gotta say elden ring fits a similar bill, and also does certain things better anyways

[slyscoutess]

paring: charles leclerc x fem!social media! reader [ has faceclaim ] summary: Strange comments started circulating about your image, your networks and even your work, all because of a viral video, now your boyfriend, not at all jealous, can no longer hide your relationship. writer: The faceclaim of choice was @ mharessa on Instagram, but there is a reason for the choice, everything here is a funny story that is kinda of happening right now in Brasil, with some modified details, I hope you like it ;3

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scuderiaferrari From the grid to your feed. 😎🇯🇵

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pipesancheez55 y/n knows exactly what we want to see. Charles and Carlos

charlooos and who's that??? pipesancheez55 she is the admin and social media for Ferrari, and close friends with both boys 55sainz_ now say it in a velvety voice: thank u yourusername

leciceecream admin I hope your metabolism is not accelerated, we are praying for you sweetie!!!

c2loover admin, do you know you are getting married???

bearbooy admin girl, i don't know how to tell you this, but it seems like you were invited to a wedding and you're the bride

carlitoswifey she needs to get a protective order leclerclnoffspring Charles please protect our mother

ln554 I think she's so cute with charles, such a shame she's going to marry that ugly

lestappenheart wtf is going on in this comment section????

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charles_leclerc 愛しています日本 🤍

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yourusername oooh how pretty are this pictures!!! who take them???

charles_leclerc annoying random girl in the last picture, think she is a stalker or something like that lechairpastry oh well, your stalker is being stalked, charlie

drawstaars16 you're neve beating the babygirl allegations

lechairbbg allegations?? that's 100% confirmed supermaxmaxmax he is the definition of babygirl

vanillaleclerc y/n in the last picture, she's hagging with her boys before her marriage

cliatalianfanclub charles, did y/n ask you to be her bestman???

scuderiafanclub charles, ask y/n if her metabolism is accelerated

pastrypapaya we alredy know she has THE called to greatness lestcarlando and the looks does match

mariaferrari ask y/n how the wedding preparations is going!!!

lestappenheart IN HERE TOO??? WTF

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carlossainz55 choose your race week face

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carlandochild when he raises his eybrows >>>>>

ascescuderia I busted 3 time confirmed scuderiacharlos soo true

sainzthinker I just know yourusername take the pictures

yourusername I actually did, and receive no credits for it, can you believe it??? xxemilian I can believe that you have a accelerated metabolism

lec16r did y/n already send you the invitation for the wedding???

beccacarlosluv so when is y/n's wedding???

love4wags you proclame yourself y/n's big brother, are you the one who's going to walk her down the isle??

carlandobaby Do you think she will lose the baby weight fast??

mickrussel are you going to the wedding or is Lewis taking your seat there too??

lestappenheart you guys are kind of impossible right now WTF IS GOING ON??

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iamrebeccad Editorial for russhmagzine

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carlossainz55 😍

wtfisakmsargeant i'm going to steal your gf carlando_mclaren so early

beccasaainz ARE YOU GOING TO BE THE MAID OF HONOR???

verstappen1655 you are y/n's friend, do you know if she have a accelerated metabolism????

yourusername Forget that spaniard, let's runaway together I BEG

iamrebeccad already packing wait a minute charloslovers y/n's fiance did you know you lose to a woman???

scuderiawaglovers is y/n a woman of god???

lestappenheart I give up honestly . . . Looking good Rebecca!!!

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yourusername Alexa, play Lost in Japan by Shaw Mendes

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babygirllechair did she leave the church??

trixpastry girl, did you asked for restriction order already??

supermaxmaxmax CONGRATS ON THE WEEDING, such a shame is not with charles

vanillaleclerc this is not very curch lady of you

sainzz55_ Charles is going to be the bestman and going to cry for the lost of the love of his life on the wedding

landonorris Please, let me be in the weeding

pastrypapaya NOT YOU TOO lestcarlando HE IS SO CHRONICALLY ONLINE

stalkerusername what a beautiful picture, it's a shame that your clothes are apparently becoming less and less cloth, but that will never take away your beauty

lestappenheart oh now I know what is happening

stories responses in instagram dm

scuderiasainzz SUCH A CUTE BABY

ynthinker I just know you were giggling like a proud mother on the bts of this

csj55_ HOW CUTE

sargeantblues Did you loose the baby weight fast after giving birth to this one?

norrizsainsz Is he the one who will take the rings on your wedding day?

stalkerusername God has blessed you with immeasurable talent, and these boys are so lucky to be with you while you are still working

charles_leclerc stories responses in instagram dm

charlieleclec I love how good of a friends you guys are, hope it keeps that way when she marries

cslestappen4 MAMA AND PAPA

maypastrylover Yes, Charlie, keep her mettabolism accelereted!!!!

druvoichmaxie She does seem to have it all in his check list

kikagaaasly Training to be best man in her wedding??

alobonorussel Saying your goodbyes before her husband makes her quit her job to be a full time church lady???

yourusername stories responses in instagram dm

xoxoleclerc SUCH A POOKIE

scuderiaicecream your future husband will not like this

tsunodagaasly going to make a quick time travel to see who you marry in the end

chaynloverrs don't make risk runaways with charlie, you have a stalker

monacopredestinado Are you speeding up his metabolism too?

scuderiawags4life DON'T GO BACK TO MONACO, I BEEEG

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charles_leclerc showing beauties hidden behind cameras 🤍

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yourusername you take more pictures of me than I take of you, and me taking pictures of you is my job

charles_leclerc some beauties deserve more attention than others lechairsainz He says this and there are more photos of Carlos

ln1644 I wanted their friendship for me

alonsovettel friendship? they are clearly dating and this is a hard launch carlandofishy okay grandma, let's take you back to bed

lecvanillaas I love her being his best friend

jorisfavwag suddenly no one is asking about her metabolism

scuderiahamilton charles ruinning a wedding

pastrypapaya such a homewrecker lestcarlando I hope her future husband knows that her and Charles' friendship comes first

cliqueleclerc future husband screaming, crying and throwing up now

lestappenheart His gallery is just her and everyone else thinking it's friendship

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lovingwags Tired of everyone calling it friendship, possessiveness or worried about obsessed fans?

Either way, Charles Leclerc just kissed Scuderia Ferrari social media manager in front of everyone during his post-race victorious celebration. We need to comment that apparently he had an unsuccessful hard launch yesterday and in recent days we saw a man saying he would marry his, now assumed, girlfriend.

When asked about the matter, Charles simply replied that they had "already taken care of it and the man would never come close to his lover, there was no saint or religious entity that would do otherwise." Charles is known for being jealous, his jealousy being one of the rumors of one of his old breakups, this may have been what sparked the fire for him to admit his girlfriend to the world. What do you think?

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verstappenmothering Delulu twitter girls WERE RIGHT

yummylechair FUCK YEAH WE WERE yncliquee WE KNEW OUR PARENTS VERY WELL

ynthinker Where were you when the photo of her sitting on his lap on the beach went viral? The photo he reposted on his launch

miniverstln MAMA AND PAPA. MAMA. AND. PAPA

lechairyourname the position of his hands, this man needs to be touching her 24/7

norrizzcunt THE CRAZY STALKER LOST IN MONACO AND SHE KISSING CHARLES IN CHINA

maziemillian SHE'S A VERY LUCKY WOMAN sainnzchair and he's a very lucky man

whatamaxemmil Thank u random dude for making my parents hard launch their relatioship!!!!!

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charles_leclerc I try one more time to make it clear, the one right there is mine 🤍 If there is anyone in this world who will marry her, it's me, the ring hidden in the closet proves it.

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yourusername I love you so much cutie patotie, pookie bear, literally the man of my life and for my life

charles_leclerc i love you way more, my princess, i love u more than italian man love me riddleleclec FUCK THAT ROME ASS AND JULI GIRL, I WANT WHAT THIS BITHCES HAVE

yourusername WHAT RING??? RUE ( joris_trouche ) WHEN WAS THIS???

joris_trouche We went out to choose around the third week of your relationship landonorris LMAO WHAT A SIMP charles_leclerc no need to expose this here

olliebearman MAMA 'N PAPA

nenasainzz OLLIE norrizlala ONE OF US FOR REAL

lewishamilton I'm happy for you both, wish all the love in the world for your relationship ❤️

sebastianvettel I'm glad you can finally show your love to the world ❤️

yourusername omg thank u, just know you are my all time favorite driver ( and ferrari driver ) and the best father in law I could ask for!!! charles_leclerc your boyfriend and bestfriend are both drivers IN FERRARI???? carlossainz55 we are catching strays here

iamrebeccad GIRLFRIEND STEALER ALERT

francisca.cgomes we need to start plan b to get our girl back iamrebeccad okay . . . but what is plan b? carlossainz55 forgetting plan b just like me, how cute cariño yourusername leave my girl alone, sainz 🫵👊 carlossainz55 That's it, I'm notwalking you down the isle anymore 😤 yourusername no need to get aggressive, let's talk ☹️

cliqueleclerc I AM A CHILD OF A FUTURE HAPPY MARRIED COUPLE 😭😭

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

oooh can u do one of those with Tom and reader where she does one of those celebrity skincare routine videos. How u go abt the story is completely up to u, have a nice day!

Vogue beauty secrets || Tom Blyth x singer!reader

A/n: I haven't post a tom blyth x singer!reader in so long, apolgies! but hope you enjoy this one :)

Wc: 577

Warnings: nonee

Divider by @pommecita

You stand in front of the bathroom mirror, ready to film your Vogue beauty secrets video. The soft lights illuminate the room, casting a flattering glow on your face. "Hi Vogue! I'm Y/n Abrams and I'm going to walk you through my skincare and my current glam-ish makeup routine!" You smile.

"So for my morning skincare routine, I keep it very simple and only use four products," you showcase the products before tucking your hair behind your ears.

Picking up a bottle of a renowned cleanser, you speak with a gentle, almost ASMR-like quality, "I first go in with this la roche possay face wash," You squeeze the contents in your hands.

"I used to have really bad teenage acne and my mum actually put me on this when I was about 14 and I've been using it ever since!" You say as you lather it up in your hands.

You lightly pat your wet face and with a confident smile, you began detailing more of your skincare routine, highlighting each product with precision. You get closer to the camera as you delicately applied a moisturiser, your voice resonating with enthusiasm.

The ambiance shifted when you transitioned to your makeup routine, showcasing the products that you use. "Most days I just keep it very very simple, using very light products on my skin," You comment as you pull out foundation.

"But for my sort of glam days I use this foundation from charlotte tilbury, it's not too heavy for me but it has great coverage." As you meticulously applied the product on your face, the door to the bathroom creaked open as you look towards the reflection of the mirror.

Tom casually strolls in, a lazy grin on his face, his eyes locking onto you. He wraps his arms around you, his warmth and affection catching you off-guard as you smile. He rests his chin on your shoulder, "Hi gorgeous," he whispers against your skin.

His eyes then move to the camera that he hadn't seen, "Oh- are you filming that video right now?" Tom seemed genuinely concerned, but instead of pulling away, he tightens his embrace, placing light kisses on your exposed skin. The unexpected intrusion caught everyone watching at home off-guard, but the genuine affection between you and Tom added an endearing touch to the video.

"Yeah, but it's okay, you can stay," You assure your boyfriend as you both lock eyes with each other through the reflection. "What's the video again?" Tom lifts his head up from your shoulder as he straightens up behind you.

"My beauty secrets with Vogue," you explain, motioning to the products on the counter. "I'm doing my makeup routine right now," almost forgetting you still had to get through the rest of your routine, you go back to doing your makeup.

Tom, seemingly unfazed by the cameras, continued to watch you with adoration with his hands resting on your hips. “You don’t need makeup, you’re already gorgeous,” he remarked. “Hm?” You look at him, “I said, you already look gorgeous, you don’t need makeup,” he repeats, his words sincere and heartfelt.

You give your boyfriend a grateful smile for his sweet words. Caught in the moment, Tom continues to watch you, occasionally leaning in to drop a playful comment or offer a sweet compliment. The chemistry between you two is palpable, and it added an unexpected charm to the video.

You wrapped up the video with Tom still beside you as he gives a small wave. You thought for sure that the vogue editing team would cut off most, if not, all the parts that Tom was in.

But little did you know, the vogue team decided to keep the segments with your boyfriend, finding his genuine affection and compliments wholesome.

When the video gets uploaded to YouTube, the internet goes wild. Both your fans couldn't get enough of Tom's unscripted, heartfelt moments. Clips of him wrapping around you, calling your gorgeous, and showering you with affection became viral sensations.

Social media explodes with comments praising how sweet Tom is and the chemistry between the two of you. Memes circulate, capturing the hilarious and heartwarming snapshots from the video.

The unexpected blend of beauty tips and genuine love only fueled the video's popularity.

[erdariel]

Maybe it's just me, but one reason I love getting comments on Ao3 that point out details of the fic that the commenter liked, is that for a moment it lets me see the fic through their eyes

Like, I have a pretty big self-criticism problem, like usually within 24 hours of posting a thing, be it a drawing or a fic or whatever, I start finding more flaws than good sides in it and feeling that actually it's a pile of shit, utterly pointless and bad and thoroughly unlikable. I know this is my issue, and something I need to work on, btw, but I just. struggle ever seeing the good sides of my own work. Even work that was an idea I truly deeply liked and wanted to see done! Even things I enjoyed working on!

But when someone leaves a comment that's like "oooh I like how [x] and I love [y] detail!!" it kind of. Let's me for a moment see past my own issues. It lets me look at the work, and the details pointed out, and go "you know what? yeah, that thing there is very good". Sometimes, on a good day, it might even give me enough time to actually re-read my own fic and enjoy it

So, readers: if you read a fic, and there's a detail you like - no matter how big or small, whether a minute detail of the description of someone's clothing, or something about the way the story is structured, or literally anything! - let the author know! If there's any detail that stood out to you in a way you liked, and you feel at all inclined to leave a comment, then please, let the author know the detail that caught your eye! It can brighten up their day so, so much!

[topazadine]

Things that immediately turn me off a fiction book

I'm pretty picky with what I read, because the time I spend reading is time that I could spend writing. I generally know if I will like a book within the first chapter, and I feel no shame in giving up if I'm not vibing with it.

And no, I don't believe in the "oooh read further it warms up" because does it? Does it really? Do I want to waste time finding out?

Frankly, at this point in life, I read more nonfiction than fiction because there's just so. many. bad. books. that are getting published. Worse than fanfictions.

Anyway, here are the things that make me give up. Maybe hearing this will help you as you write your own masterpiece.

Too Many Proper Nouns

Three characters maximum in the first chapter or two. Do not throw dozens of people at me. I will get confused and give up. Let me get to know the main character, by themself or with a few of their closest companions, before you make me remember everyone else. And go deep with those characters! I want someone to stick with!

You can reference other characters, to create a sense of a deeper world, but do not go all-in on them. Make it clear that they are just there to provide a bit of context, and we don't have to remember them yet. We should only be meeting three characters maximum.

Throwing Us Immediately Into a Dramatic Action Point

This is controversial I know, but I hate when something immediately starts with a battle. I don't care if any of these people live or die. I don't know them. I haven't grown attached to any of them.

Even just a page or two to get to know them first will help. You can have them gearing up for a battle, thinking about what's going to happen, maybe talking to their friends, maybe checking their armor, whatever feels natural for them. But do not just start with stabbing people! I don't care about them yet!

Too Many Details

Many this is just me, but I simply do not care about every piece of armor your character is wearing. I don't need to hear a play-by-play of every single color of every single thing because I don't care. Pick out a few specific things for me to focus on and that's it. Stop overloading me with colors and patterns and armor styles.

Yes, yes, you've done your research on historically accurate gear. That's great. It would be good for a movie. But if I have to look up different armor pieces every five seconds, I am glossing over it and moving on. I don't care. I'm here for the story. If I wanted an infodump about medieval armor, I would simply pick up a nonfiction book (and maybe I will).

White Space Syndrome

Tell me what the overall scene looks like instead of all these hyperspecific details of certain objects, like carts or emblems or whatever. I want to know where I am!!

Don't just say "a forest." Tell me what kind of forest. Tell me if it's a young forest or an old snarly forest or a swampy forest or a cold alpine forest.

Don't just say "a castle." Tell me if it's a bustling castle or a gloomy castle or a rundown castle.

Don't just say "on the sea." Cold sea? Tropical sea? Far far away from land or is land in sight? These are the things I want!

Too Much Backstory

For the love of god do not explain the entire history of this culture in the first chapter. The first chapter is for getting to know the characters we're going to be following. You can introduce those things slowly and carefully as the story unfolds.

I get that fiction writers are delighted by all the worldbuilding (or research, in historical fiction) they have done. But the reader does not care right away. They need to get invested before all those little specifics matter at all. My eyes glaze over and I give up because I don't want to have to remember all of that all at once. It's like you just threw a college textbook at my face.

Plus, if you're doing third-person limited, you have to remember that the character is not going to be thinking all of that! They won't say all of that either! Because they know all of that!

Even a general on the brink of a major battle is not going to go "yes, this all dates back to when we took Iuanfutila back in 181, when the brave Iuanfutilans protested the rule of our Yawwbaawnwhryr leaders ...." They are focused on the present moment, and they may discuss the backstory later. Tell us what we need to know now because that is what the character would be thinking too.

"Oh, but Topazadine, how will the readers understand the context if I don't tell them??"

There's a battle. Two groups are at war. Or something was stolen. Or two people are fighting. Whatever. We understand those things. We can get the basic gist of how things are going to play out by just showing us these things happening. Then, as we have gotten a feel for the characters, you can tell us more about the context.

If you walk into a store that's being held up by an armed robber, do you give a shit about his backstory, or do you only care once that person has been arrested and you have to testify? I think we know the answer. You're not going "ohhh why is he doing this??" at first. You're going "HOLY SHIT THERE'S A GUN WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NOW???" and then you'll care about the other stuff later.

Too Much Play-by-Play

I also do not need a play by play of a fight scene. I need to know the general movements, and then the overall atmosphere. I want to feel what the character feels rather than feel like I'm watching a football game.

Your reader will fill in the gaps if you give them enough information, but when you overload them with every single action, they're now trying to keep track of what went where instead of how this moment is supposed to feel. And now the action and drama has gone out of the writing because it's become a manual of fighting techniques.

Pointless Dumb Conversations

"Oh, could you turn around for me? I want privacy."

"Sure, of course, I'm a respectable man." Manfred knew that a lady-in-waiting would be unsettled by the presence of a strange man, so he wanted to be respectful.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Oh my god no one cares!!! No one!! We don't need this exchange. Cut it. This is stupid. Unless something is actually happening or something is meaningful about them saying this, shut up.

How to Not Write a Horrible First Chapter That Makes People Ragequit

Can you tell I'm mad today? I started and stopped three different books because they were all so bad.

Three characters max in the first chapter, with deep discussion of each. (One or two is better.) General appearance, demeanor, profession, whatever.

Restrain the urge to infodump! Dribble it out over the chapter!

Give the setting more attention than random little details that ultimately do not matter. I don't need to know the pattern of the curtains on the horsecart that's about to be burnt. Don't care.

Do not give a play by play of every single action that a character takes because it's boring and no one cares.

In media res is great but do NOT start with a big climactic intense battle or fight or whatever because we don't know these characters and don't know who to root for (or why we should care).

Your character is not going to give us a history lesson in why this conflict is happening. Do not do it yourself either. Give us just enough to get intrigued and no more. Think how your characters would think and what they would prioritize in discussions.

If a conversation is just pleasantries and has no purpose, drop it, we don't care.

[librarygarten]

Hello, i loved all your LU scenarios, specially the ones where the chain reacts to their games, they were so well written.

I was wondering if you could do some scenarios where the reader talks about some Zelda trivia with the chain, like the development of some games (Majoras mask was made in just one year and the director of Zelda don't like it, there were supposed to be more dungeons in Wind Waker) or the reception of their releases (Four swords adventures sold less than a million copies, WW was poorly recieved unlike TP for it's art style, this changed as time passed, etc.), perhaps some easter eggs or cameos (Talon and Ingo looks like Mario and Luigi, Link appears in other games as a cameo).

Okay, but why is this lowkey me 😭. My autistic ass would NOT shut up about their games, even if I was telling them stuff they didn't want to hear about.

It was a peaceful day. The chain had found an inn to stay at for the night. Nobody was injured. Supplies and spirits were high. Until Wind decided to ask you a question.

“So, if our adventures are games, does that mean you know everything that happened during them? Like everyone we met, everything we did, EVERYTHING?” Wind asked. Some of the other Links brustled, clearly uncomfortable with the question and what you might say. You smile nervously. 

“Basically? But you don’t talk in the games, so I don’t know anything you said.”

“But who made the games? How do they know about our adventures?” Wind asked.

“Oooh boy.” You scratched the back of your head, “There’s a company called Nintendo, they made most of the Legend of Zelda games. I think Four’s games were made by a different company, though. That’s why some of the details are a bit screwy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Four snapped his head up to look at you, forgetting the weapon he had been working on.

“Oh, uh…” you stammered, “Well, the other company made your games, but they didn’t use the same stories as Nintendo did, so the lore gets a bit weird. Like, your Ganon is probably a completely unrelated guy from the Ganon that Time, Wind, Hyrule, Legend, and Twilight all had to deal with. The way he randomly turns into a pig in your game after getting that trident or whatever doesn’t match up at all with how Ganondorf turns into a pig after being sealed away by Time’s Zelda in an alternate timeline where Time dies during the final battle.”

“Wait, there’s a timeline where Time DIED?” Twilight is behind you now, and you’re not sure when he got there. You turn to look at him, his face full of panic.

“Yeah, Ocarina of Time kind of broke the timeline into three different paths. The game was so popular it became, like, the most important part of the timeline. It actually sold so well that the people who made the game made a sequel to it, Majora’s Mask, in under a year, which is kind of insane. For context, Ocarina of Time took over twice that long to make.” Time raised an eyebrow at your explanation, but decided he didn’t want to know more.

“Wait, if there are multiple timelines, how can you know which of our adventures are ours and which were just really similar? The many timelines means there’s infinite possibilities.” Sky asked, reminding everyone that he was the only Link to ever attend school (and remember it), and apparently he studied multiverse theory???? Moving on.

“Well, there are some differences between languages, I guess? Like, in the English version of Link’s Awakening, there’s a quest to get a mermaid’s lost necklace, but that was just a change the translators made. In the original Japanese, the quest is to get the mermaid’s bikini top.” You chatter on, missing the blush that creeps up Legend’s neck and ears. “And some of the items in Wind Waker are mixed around between the English and Japanese versions. Like maps, heart containers, and rupees are in each other's spots.”

“Can we go back to the part where there’s multiple Ganons, apparently?” Wild gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles white. You hadn’t notice him sit down. Actually, the whole chain seemed to be listening now. Wuh-oh.

“Oh, well, not at one time. Unless the dragon cutscenes from Tears of the Kingdom happen after Skyward Sword and Breath of the Wild is after all the other games. Then, Calamity Ganon was just kind of… chilling under Hyrule Castle while Four and Time dealt with their respective Ganons. But fans still argue about where your games fit on the timeline.” You shrug, trying to downplay how absolutely terrifying dealing with two Ganons at once would be.

“Wait, why do fans argue? Isn’t there an official timeline?” Hyrule asked. You groan.

“Yes, but it was published before Breath of the Wild was released, so we need to figure out where it is on the timeline based on the stuff in game, which is hard, because there's so many easter eggs.”

“Easter… eggs?” Warriors tilts his head.

“Items or decorations that reference other games. Like, in A Link Between Worlds, Legend’s house has Majora’s Mask hanging on the wall for no discernable reason. And in Breath of the Wild, there’s areas named after places in Link’s Awakening, like Koholit Rock and Goponga Island, which makes no sense because those places were dreamt up by a wind fish. Not to mention the fact the ruins of Lon Lon Ranch can be found, but there’s no way that structure would have been in as good of condition as it is for how old it is. And Lurelin village is an almost exact copy of Outset Island, but again, the timing is just too far apart.”

“But you never answered my other question.” Wind tapped your shoulder, stopping what would have been an hour-long rant on where Wild’s games fit on the official timeline. “How did ‘Nintendo’ or whoever else know about our adventures with that much detail?”

“UHHHHHH………. OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME.” You quickly stand up from the table and launch yourself out the nearest window, escaping the conversation. (You were on the first floor. You’re fine).

[junovae]

scusi scusi

can i get genshin impact x reader

specifically neuvi x paralegal!reader and they're in a cute relationship

maybe after a case win they fuck PLEASE PLEASE PLEWAE EPLEASE PLEASP PLEASE PLEASE

OOOH THE IDEAS I HAVE FOR THIS ONE. yes :D i'd be so happy to write this.

in contempt of innocence

lawyer!neuvillette x paralegal!fem!reader ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ nsfw bonus

artwork: artwork is NOT mine. art is by @l78154477 on twitter. go check out their art if u have time T_T so mf pretty.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

summary: a collection of bullet-points spanning academic life and the dynamic of working as neuvillette’s very own paralegal at the lex fontaine.

cw: lawyer!neuvillette x paralegal!fem!reader, bullet-points post case win celebration namsayin - nsfw (MDNI), angry fucking, not so fast there's a plot beforehand, neuvillette wears glasses when he's writing, specifically rectangle frames, you also wear red rectangle frames, pining, angst, groveling for sure, academic rivals, there's still a cute relationship, he may get jealous and possessive heh

wc: storyline - 2.1k, nsfw - 4k

a.n: emphasis on neuvillette wearing rectangle frames AH. and also we are bullet-pointing this because i fear that this will make a long oneshot or a story with multiple chapters if details were elaborated on.

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𓂃 𓈒𓏸 academia 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

to your surprise, you reconnect with neuvillette at fontaine's research institute

you are both studying to become lawyers, with the eventual goal of working for the archon of justice

your families have known each other for many years. though your families were close, you barely saw him since he had been studying at sumeru's akademiya ever since you were kids

he'd still spend summers in fontaine, and during these times, your childhood crush on him began to develop, though it eventually faded away

he decided to spend his final year of school back in fontaine to gain legal experience in its environment

before the school year begins, your friends insist on taking you to the bar to loosen up and "mentally prepare." to your surprise, you meet a pair of ethereal purple eyes—an enchanting fusion of beauty and chaos

"oh, it’s you," he says, nonchalantly

the school year begins, and you and neuvillette inevitably become the top students in class, constantly competing for the highest grades and recognition

you are convinced that his position as the successor to fontaine's chief justice is getting to his head, especially since his father is the current one

you are determined to prove him wrong

“you seem to be missing the core principle here. the law is not about ideals, it's about what can be proven in court," he argues one day during a heated class debate on legal ethics. you squint and smile at him, ready to rebuttal. "your parents are lawyers, no? you think the law can be so easily distilled into mere facts? what about human justice?"

despite the rivalry, there seems to be an undeniable attraction and admiration simmering beneath the surface

during a late-night study session at the library, the two of you are working on a challenging case. frustrated by a legal loophole, you struggle to find a solution, and neuvillette offers his help in a cocky way

"why don’t you try solving this if you think it’s so easy?" you snap

"i'd be glad to, but your method of working through it is... unorthodox," he says with a smug smile. oh, you wanted to punch him so badly.

your sharp banter begins to turn into genuine collaboration

as the year goes on, you spend more time with your childhood friend, refining cases, debating, and studying for the bar exam

one night after a long session, he pauses his reading and looks at you. "i regret not studying here earlier," he says. "why? this place too easy for you?" "no. if i had, i could've gotten to know you better." betraying your rivalry, your heart skips a beat

unwanted feelings start to grow on your end, but you can’t help it. you’ve come to admire and respect him on a deeper level, and you can’t shake the feeling that maybe he feels the same way too

it's the day of the bar exam, and neuvillette is waiting for you outside the building by the fountain

he checks his watch, his eyes scanning the crowd for your face. he catches a glimpse of you. uh oh, you look sad

"i'm just kidding, i did pass!" you smile. he instantly picks you up by your waist and spins you in a tight hug. you break away, faces close to each other, smiling. you smelled like moonflowers, he noticed. his favorite

graduation approaches, and with each passing day, neuvillette becomes more elusive. you realize you're falling for him, but he's pulling away, becoming distant

one day, as you're walking to your dormitory, you overhear neuvillette's voice talking to a friend, asking about you who noticed the tension building between the two of you

"i can't let myself get distracted. my future... my family needs me to focus on my career"

in that moment, you decide to bury your feelings. it's better this way. you tell yourself you can't afford to be a distraction to someone with neuvillette's responsibilities

it's graduation day. you walk on stage, receiving your awards and degree

your eyes meet a familiar shade of purple. he holds your gaze, but nothing is there

there is an unspoken agreement between you and neuvillette: stay away from each other. don't be a distraction. from that day on, the two of you part ways and never speak to each other again

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 the lex fontaine 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

the archons have blessed you. you finally quit your job at virdictis legal group and landed a position at the well-known and well-established ✧ lex fontaine ✧

although you were offered a position as a paralegal (unfortunately, having to start from the bottom at this company), you were still ecstatic

it was your first day, and you were told to wait in the fancy lobby to be assigned to the lawyer you'd be working with

"hello, miss," a sweet melusine grabs your attention. "this is the senior lawyer you've been assigned to work with"

to your surprise, it was him. the leviathan judiciary himself. neuvillette's eyes flicker with recognition, but he maintains his professional demeanor

"i wasn't expecting to see you here," he says stoically

"neither was i," you say coolly

the melusine smiles and skips away happily. he turns around and walks off, not even motioning for you to follow him

"you're lucky with your timing. we just got assigned probably one of the most important cases in fontaine's history"

in his office, he explains the case regarding the hydro archon, focalors. just the brevity of her name sends you into hyperfocus. this case was important. you take notes

as he explains the situation, neuvillette takes you in. a lot about you has changed. you were always beautiful, but fuck, you've somehow grown even more gorgeous

he notices your red rectangular frames. stunning

moonflower

though you looked different, one thing remained the same: you still smelled like moonflowers

days go by, and you've adjusted to your new job, gathering evidence

and honestly, you were still bitter. your past feelings for him lay dormant but unresolved, all the more now that you were working under him as his paralegal

neuvillette, on the other hand, feels guilty for how he treated you all those years ago. but he's very good at hiding it behind a mask of professionalism

despite the tension, he wants to make amends with you. he knows you want nothing to do with him, but all these years, he's thought about you

in the mornings, you'd find a warm cup of coffee on your desk once you arrived at work. it was just to your liking

late at night, he'd occasionally check in on you to make sure you were doing okay, offering his guidance on difficult cases. you'd politely refuse

when commuting to meetings with clients, he'd open the door for you and offer to carry your cases. this, you agreed to

and of course, you'd notice all these things, but you don't allow yourself to take them to heart. though you two have history, you didn't want to be his distraction yet again.

on an evening when you're working late, he walks in and notices that you're exhausted

"you've been here for hours. take a break. you'll burn yourself out"

"i can handle it," you snap back, irritated from today's challenges

hours later, he comes back to check in on you. he lets out a soft, deep laugh when he sees you slumped over your desk, drooling on the paper in front of you

when you wake up, you find a soft blanket wrapped around you

during a trip, the two of you visit the maison gardiennage. a charming and ambitious man begins to show interest in you. neuvillette notices, and though he tries to remain indifferent, the jealousy eats at him

one day, he sees you laughing with the very same maison gardiennage officer. had he come to visit you at work? he watches you from the balcony, his jaw tightening

you catch him staring, but he quickly looks away. you can't help but smirk

days leading up to the trial of the century, you and neuvillette spend countless sleepless nights, reviewing evidence, strategizing, and brainstorming in intense, focused sessions. this eases some of the tension between the two of you, leaving you stuck somewhere between less than friends but more than strangers

this reminds you of your late-night study sessions

one night, the two of you are in his office, papers scattered everywhere. you both decide to share a bottle of wine to unwind after a particularly exhausting day

in a spare moment of silence, you take him in. you notice how his rectangular frames sit on the bridge of his nose as he turns the pages of his paper. he has long since shed the professional look, now dressed in a white button-up with the top buttons undone and sleeves rolled up. a strand of white hair falls across his face

suddenly, leaning back in his chair and half-smiling, he says, "i forgot how easy it is to talk to you"

you tilt your head, taunting him with squinted eyes and a half-smile. "of course you did. you distanced yourself from me, remember? i was just a distraction to you"

he's taken aback. had you really heard him say that? he quickly regains his composure, but his expression falters. standing up, he moves toward you with urgency. he was determined to make it right with you, right here and now. "i thought i was doing the right thing. i was so focused on my career that i let go of what truly mattered"

"and what could that be, hm? you can’t just undo what you did," you hum, looking up at him as he hovers over you

"i know." and without a warning, he pulls you closer to him and gently kisses you. his mouth warm and tongue waiting to be invited in. you are angry at yourself for giving in this easily. but you know that the deepest parts of you wanted this for years

when you break apart, you are both left breathless, looking at each other. you look at him through lidded eyes, and something stirs within him—an impulse to take you right there, to make up for all the years of unsaid words. but he restrains himself, knowing that's not what you truly want. he is determined to do this the right way, to earn your forgiveness

"i'm sorry. i was wrong, but you don't know how much i've been wanting to make it up to you. my heart is in your hands," he whispers, his vulnerability laid bare. gently, he places your hand against his cheek, his lips brushing softly against your wrist—a tender gesture of both apology and devotion

you stand frozen, unsure of how to respond. the walls you meticulously built are beginning to crumble, yet undeniably, you are scared of getting hurt again. vulnerability feels like walking a precarious tightrope, with the memory of past pain threatening to unbalance you at any moment

on the days leading up to the trial, you and neuvillette tentatively begin to mend your broken friendship, slowly bridging the chasm of years lost to time. cautious understanding replaces the previous distance, each careful conversation a step towards reconnection

on the day of the trial, despite nerves and fear, you and neuvillette have rebuilt a mutual respect and admiration. he moves with calculated precision, cunningly rebutting every statement thrown his way—his eloquence a shield, his intellect a weapon carefully wielded in the face of adversity

after hours of intense back and forth, the verdict finally arrives. the oratrice declares a victor, and the courtroom erupts in cheers. the hydro archon radiates pure joy, while neuvillette meets your eyes across the crowded room, a moment of shared triumph and unspoken understanding passing between you

you feel ecstatic. in this shared moment of victory, a panorama of memories floods your mind—every excruciating obstacle you both had to overcome. you can't help but look at neuvillette with a deep, familiar admiration, the same reverence you've held for him throughout your life. though a part of you remains guarded, scared of potential hurt, you now know with certainty that he would spend a lifetime making amends if necessary. in this moment, you allow your feelings to revive, your heart fluttering with tentative hope. yes, a part of you is still wounded, still hesitant—but for the first time, you are truly willing to start over

“you did it," you mouth to him

he nods at you, “we did it”

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 nsfw bonus 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

cw: unprotected sex, starts off gentle at first but then progresses, consensual, positions, jealous fucking, make-up fuck session, accidental edging, praising, foreplay on reader muaha, aftercare, you’re wearing a pencil skirt hehe

quick a.n: hi reader! i don't write much detailed nsfw often but i tried my best with this one mwehehe. also this took forever to come out, sorry. had to lock in for finals. do enjoy! "hey." a familiar voice calls your name, cutting through the hum of conversation in the court of fontaine's grand lobby. you're standing off to the side, suitcase in hand, waiting for neuvillette to finish his discussion with the high officials. right now, he's speaking with the hydro archon herself. your gaze lingers as she wraps her arms around him and places a kiss on his cheeks, a pang of jealousy stirring in your chest. before the feeling can take root, you turn toward the voice. it's the maison gardiennage garde—the one who's taken a particular liking to you.

"oh, hi! santallier, how are you?" you greet, stepping forward to embrace him in the hug he's offering.

"hi," he says, pulling away from your hair. little did you know, another pair of sharp eyes were watching your innocent encounter with the garde. "i just wanted to congratulate you on the win. not a lot of people know you played an important role in this, so i wanted to make sure you knew," he says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

you tilt your head and smile. "santallier! thank you so much, i truly do appreciate it." you go in for another hug, excitedly wrapping your arms around him, almost jumping into the embrace. you don’t notice that the skirt you're wearing rides up your posterior slightly, quickly exposing the white lace beneath. in the distance, you hear a loud cough, but you're too caught up in your own bliss to pay it any mind. "you're very kind."

"it's no problem, really," he chuckles, gently setting you down. regaining his composure, he asks, "i was wondering if you wanted to do something after this? maybe we could grab some coffee at café lutece, and then take a little stroll around the court of fontaine’s park?"

you take his hand in yours, excitement lighting up your face as you eagerly agree. "yes, let's go! i've been needing a break after all the hard work these past few months."

"really?" he says, his voice filled with excitement.

"mhm!" you nod, a wide smile spreading across your face.

"what time should i pick you up from your apartment?" santallier asks, already planning out his outfit in his head.

"not tonight," a deep, smooth voice cuts through your conversation. "she's busy tonight." you feel a larger, calloused hand pull yours away from santallier's grasp from behind you. you turn your head to see neuvillette, his stoic, unreadable gaze meeting yours as he looks down into your eyes.

"what? no, i'm not. you said i could take a break tonight," you snap at him, frustration creeping into your voice. he lets out an annoyed grumble, his expression hardening.

"you are. we still have unfinished work to do tonight," he responds, his tone firm. neuvillette turns to a now upset santallier, his expression cold. "she's busy tonight. don't bother checking up on her later. or ever."

before you could protest, neuvillette drags you away by your hand. sheepishly, you mouth an apology to santallier. he gives you a soft smile and a wave, indicating that it was okay.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸

the two of you walk through the empty office, the moonlight casting a soft glow through the window wall. neuvillette guides you to his private workroom, and as you enter, he lets go of your hand. you slam the office door shut behind you, leaning your back against it as your eyes narrow, fixating on his back.

"what the hell? you said i had tonight off," you snap, your voice tinged with frustration as you cross your arms, still glaring at his back.

he turns around to face you, his expression unwavering. "not anymore," he scoffs. "you're going to be with me tonight."

"this is tyranny! what if i don't want to be with you?" you snap back, anger bubbling to the surface as you stand your ground.

an unknown look flickers across his face. "too bad," he says, making his way to his desk. you watch as he uncuffs his watch and tosses it onto the surface, then removes his blazer, leaving only his white button-up shirt. "i don't care," he hums, his voice devoid of emotion.

you stride over to his desk and slam your arms down on its surface. his eyes narrow as he takes in your slightly bent posture and the way your arms are pushing your chest together, accentuating your cleavage. he clenches his jaw tightly and you can sense the underlying emotion that caused such a reaction - it's the same feeling you experienced when you saw focalors embracing him earlier today. "you're jealous," you tease with a smirk on your face.

his eyes snap up to meet yours, intense and unwavering. he matches your stance, hands pressed on the surface of his desk, leaning forward to face you. the two of you are now locked in a silent standoff across the desk, an unspoken battle happening between your eyes. the only sound in the room is the crackle of the fireplace by the bookshelves, adding an eerie tension to the stillness.

he leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper that catches you off-guard. "so what if i am?"

your eyes soften, but there's still caution in them as you process his words. seeing you stare at him like that, with such vexation, unsettles him. he didn’t like it. ever since graduation day, he had thought about you—about how poorly he’d handled the whole situation. his family had put so much pressure on him, and with those expectations weighing on him, he had been a bottle, just waiting to explode. and when he did, for some stupid reason, he placed the blame on you. and now, he can only himself for it.

he’s thought about how he could make it up to you, if you’d ever listen to him, that is. and like the archons had answered his yearning to fix things with you, you appeared in front of him in the lobby of his law firm, now working under him. seeing you every day drives him insane. it drives him mad how you’d ignore him when he greeted you or tried to start small talk, but would engage so easily with others. he deserved it.

it’s the regret and the desperate need to make it right that drives him now, a fire in his chest that makes him think—maybe, just maybe, he’d kneel before you if that’s what it takes to earn your forgiveness.

it started off as childhood friendship between you two. back then, he hadn’t known you well, but he always looked forward to those summer days, eager to see what new adventures you’d bring him on. when he decided to go back to study in fontaine, it was the best decision he had ever made. that’s where he got to truly know you. at first, it had started off as a bit of a rivalry, but before he even realized it, he found himself admiring your sharp wit and how easy it was to talk to you. you didn’t fall at his feet like everyone else did. you matched his banter with ease, and that drew him in.

he loved your late-night study sessions in the library, laughing with each other as the hours passed unnoticed. he enjoyed comforting you when you were stressed and teasing you for fun. he adored seeing your smile when he managed to make you laugh. he loved you.

how could he have thrown it all away?

now, it didn’t matter because when he saw you standing in front of him on your first day at the firm, he silently vowed to make it up to you, no matter what. but seeing you look at him with such displeasure now? it was eating at him. his thoughts drifted back to earlier, when he saw santallier embrace you, a touch he had longed to be the one to give. the jealousy was overwhelming. the thought of another man touching you, sharing the kind of intimacy the two of you once had—it was driving him insane.

he knows you’re upset with him, but the desire to prove that you were his and his alone was consuming him.

i love her, were the only words repeating in his head. without warning, he launches himself over the desk, catching your lips with his in a fiery, impassioned kiss, raw and filled with longing.

this caught you completely off guard. you had kissed him before, just a few days ago, but this was different. this wasn’t just a kiss—it was primal, full of unspoken desires and regrets. the anger you felt for him hadn’t disappeared, but somehow, in that moment, it didn’t matter. you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. your brain screamed at you to stop, to push him away, but your body betrayed you, pulling him closer. as though you both couldn’t be any nearer to each other, as though this moment was the only thing that truly mattered.

the taste of you on his lips is sweet, and your consent to his kiss only drives him wilder. he lifts you up by your waist and sets you onto his desk. your fingers tug at his tie, desperate to be closer to him. your arms wrap around his neck as he supports himself with his hands. with a growl, he moves down to shower your neck with hot, wet kisses. his lips reach your clavicle, and he reaches for the top button of your blouse. he grunts while lifting the article over your head, leaving you in just your bra and pencil skirt. fuck, he groans. without wasting any time, he showers your breasts with kisses, relishing in the soft moans of pleasure that escape from your mouth. as he pins you down on the desk, papers flying everywhere, you feel something poking at you, sending heat rushing to your pelvic region.

as neuvillette's hands explored your breasts and his face buried in between them, you grip onto his back, yearning to feel his bare skin. you tug at his shirt desperately, wanting it off, causing him to pause and glance up at you with a playful smirk.

"off?" he asks, teasingly. you respond with a light whimper, craving for his touch. "as you wish."

in a split second, he is now shirtless, revealing his chiseled physique. "hah," you breathe out, admiring his body. "kiss me, please."

without hesitation, he pins you down on the desk and captures your lips with his own. your head hits the hard wood but you don't care, too consumed by the passion of the moment. your tongues immediately entwine in a fiery dance as his hands travel down your body, eliciting waves of pleasure against your skin. in response, you run your hands over his bare chest, relishing in the warmth of his skin against yours. his hand slips under your skirt and travels up your thighs.

"i've been dying to take this skirt off you all day, moonflower," he whispers seductively.

you feel yourself blushing at his words. "neuvillette, i-" you can't find the right words to say, but deep down you know he's not entirely wrong. ever since your last kiss with him, you've been having inappropriate thoughts about him in the workplace.

his hands rest on your thighs as he asks, "can i?"

with pleading eyes, you nod and beg for his touch. following your approval, he pushes down your skirt, leaving you only in your undergarments. his eyes roam over you, taking in the sight of you in your white lace lingerie. you spread your legs out for him, laying on his work desk, and his thoughts become clouded with desire. he needs to taste you now.

neuvillette leans over you on the desk and gently kisses your forehead. "do you want me to touch you?" he asks once more. You eagerly nod, yearning for his hands on your dampness. and oh, it feels so good when he finally does touch you. his deep purple eyes lock onto yours as his fingers rub against the surface of your laced underwear.

"look at you, already soaking wet for me, darling."

your breaths quicken as he circles his fingers over you. by all the archons, he didn't even need to slip a finger inside to make you this wet. with every stroke, your back arches and you can feel yourself becoming lost in pleasure. his other hand finds its way to your breast, fondling with them as he watches you squirm beneath him. a slight smile forms on his lips as he takes in the beauty of your reactions. you looked like a goddess, with your fluttering eyes and parted lips. he wants you to know just how stunning you are.

as he kisses your lips, his hands slide down to remove your underwear and unclasp your bra, leaving you completely naked. he pauses for a moment to admire you. "you look beautiful, you know that?" his deep voice rumbles in your ear. you look at him with intense desire and whisper his name. he slowly kneels down between your legs, parting them as you anticipate the pleasure to come. suddenly, his tongue is on the parts of you that you didn't even know you wanted as much as this. a soft moan escapes your lips as neuvillette devours you with his mouth, making you feel divine. the lawyer buries his face deeper in you, skillfully pleasuring you until your toes curl with pleasure.

"so… beautiful," he grunts, intensifying your frenzy. as he picks up speed, you let go of any inhibitions and fully surrender to the sensations.

"you're such a good girl for me," he breathes out, admiring how you squirm under his touch.

"neuvi- i…" you see stars as his tongue continues its skilled movements in and out of your wetness, bringing you closer to climax.

"do you like that?" he asks, moving in a way that brings forth a warmth from the pit of your stomach and rises up into your chest.

"yes," you breathe, biting your lip in ecstasy. you can barely contain yourself now, overwhelmed by the pleasure he's giving you. and as you look down at him adoring every inch of your body and intimacy like it's the most perfect thing in the world, you reach your climax.

he watches as your voice echoes his name in pleasure, listening intently as you reach orgasm. he leans back, mesmerized by the way your breasts rise and fall with every heavy breath. your legs tremble slightly and your wetness drips onto his eager tongue. you shake as he pleasures you, paying close attention to every movement and meeting your gaze in mutual understanding. he wants to hold onto this moment forever.

neuvilette leans over you gently, whispering "i love you" as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face.

in that moment, all the longing and pain disappear. in this moment, you forgive him completely for the past and realize the depth of his regret. "i love you," you whisper back, gazing into his eyes.

with those words, something ignites between you both - a fiery passion fueled by years of separation and a desire to make up for lost time. he pulls you towards him, sitting up as his lips crash down on yours. the kiss is filled with raw passion, causing you to grind against him eagerly. you feel his hardness pressing against your stomach and wish for nothing more than to feel it without any barriers. neuvilette steps back to quickly remove his belt and undergarments, leaving him naked before you. your insides do a flip as you watch his hard cock spring up instantly. he was perfect for you in every way imaginable.

he playfully tilts his head at your expression and asks, "what is it?"

you quickly interject, "nothing. come here and kiss me." you grab his arms and pull him closer.

"i'll do more than that," he responds, wrapping your legs around his body. he positions himself in front of you with his erection in hand. "have you been intimate with someone before?" his voice catches, nervous for your answer. you nod yes, and his face briefly falters before becoming unreadable. "then we'll have lots of fun."

with careful intent, he slides into your wet pussy. the combination of precum and your wetness makes it an easier slide. you let out a slight gasp as he fills you up completely. this is the first time you've ever felt this full, and he truly is perfect for you. "ah~" you breathe out in pleasure.

"oh, good girl. look how easily you took me in," he praises as he looks down at where your bodies are joined. he starts to slowly thrust back and forth, not because he knows you're not used to this, but because he wants to savor every moment of taking you tonight and making you his forever. "do you see that?" he hums with self-approval in his voice. and you do see it - the way he expertly moves inside of you, gradually increasing in speed until your breasts are bouncing with each thrust. your arms wrap tightly around his neck as your hips hold onto his waist for support on top of his desk. "you feel so good," he purrs in your ear as he continues to pleasure you in every way possible.

watching him pleasure you while wearing nothing but your red frames drove him wild. your eye contact, heavy with desire, only added to his arousal as he pushed himself inside you. he couldn't get enough of the way your body fit perfectly against his, the way your breasts bounced with each thrust, and the sweat that glistened on both of your bodies. the only sounds in the room were the crackling of the fireplace and the skin-to-skin contact between the two of you. it was raw and intense, and he felt like he could stay in this moment forever.

but then, thoughts of your past intimacy experiences crept into his mind, fueling a sense of jealousy within him. he couldn't hold back any longer and crashed his lips onto yours in a display of urgency, causing you to let out an surprised "mm" sound.

"who else has fucked you like this?" he growled in your ear.

confused by his sudden inquiry, you responded with annoyance in your voice. “what?” you didn't care about your past partners or who you had been intimate with before. all that mattered in that moment was him and you.

neuvillette continued with his steady pace, pulling your hips closer to him for better access. "santallier?" he asked, increasing his intensity and hitting all your pleasure spots just right. you moaned in response, unable to form words as pleasure consumed you.

"hm? use your words," he taunted, noticing how much he was affecting you. he kept up with the same speed and pressure, knowing he had found just the right spot to drive you wild.

your back arches as you claw at his back, overcome with ecstasy. you know you're close to reaching your limit if he keeps going.

"he's been around you a lot lately. does he know you're not interested?" he asks, thrusting into you.

"hah~ i-i don't know," you manage to gasp out in response.

in one swift movement, he pulls out and positions you so that now you are bent over his desk, one leg up and your backside exposed to him. a wave of disappointment washes over you momentarily, wondering if the euphoria will continue in this new position. but those doubts are quickly replaced with pleasure as he enters you, hitting your g-spot almost immediately. this might just be your new favorite position - it's definitely going to be good.

he notices how much you enjoy this position as your back arches and you push yourself against him. "you naughty girl," he growls in your ear as he slaps your ass. he leans over your shoulder, playing with your breasts with one hand while using the other for support. "you don't know?" he asks, trailing kisses down your neck as he continues to thrust into you.

"no," you repeat, each thrust causing the desk to rock back and forth.

"does he know that i'm fucking you like this?" he demands, thrusting harder into you.

"n-no," you respond again, lost in the pleasure of the moment.

"does your boyfriend know how much you crave me? how you beg for me, bent over my desk like a good little girl?" you know that he's jealous and upset. neuvillette knows that you and santallier have nothing but a friendship going on. but yet, his words make your heart race as the sound of your bodies colliding fills the room. your moans and grunts mix together in a perfect harmony of pleasure. you can hardly contain yourself as you reach your climax, your vision beginning to blur. all that matters is showing neuvillette how good he makes you feel.

"am i still just a distraction to you?" you taunt him, moving your hips in circles on him. you know this hits a nerve, driving him crazy. he picks up his pace, his eyes narrowing with determination as if fucking away his regrets was possible. with every thrust, he vows to spend the rest of his life making it up to you until all of this becomes a distant memory. but for now, all he can do is fuck you harder and deeper, trying to make amends.

"i-i'm about to-" you manage to say before losing yourself completely in ecstasy. the sounds of his grunts and the force of his pelvis hitting against your body push you over the edge into pure bliss. he can barely contain himself either, consumed by the sight of your beautiful ass bouncing on top of him and knowing that he's the reason for your pleasure. as he feels himself nearing climax, you utter the words that release all inhibitions within him.

"cum inside me, neuvillette, please."

a switch flicks inside of him. just like that, he releases all of his load into you at the same time as you reach your peak on him; your legs shaking as a messy stream of white holds the two of you together. you both are panting, heart rates at maximum as your head collapses onto his desk in exhaustion. he leans over your bent body and kisses your head, leaving breathless kisses along your neck. slowly, he withdraws from you, a thin string of stickiness connecting the two of you until it breaks.

"come here," he says, picking you up effortlessly and holding you bridal style. you let out a yelp as he moves so suddenly, your sweaty bodies pressed against each other.

he carries you to a red velvet couch by the fire and sets you down gently. from where you lie, you watch as he walks away to get a soft blanket, admiring his form with a soft smile. he soon joins you on the couch, draping the warm blanket over your bodies while enjoying the heat from the fire. you look up at him and smile, and he returns the gesture with a soft smile before planting a delicate kiss on your forehead. a strand of hair falls in front of your eyes and he brushes it away.

you gaze into his deep purple eyes, filled with intense emotions. as he looks back into yours, with the reflection of the embers from the fireplace dancing within them, he can't help but think that you are the most beautiful person in all of teyvat - dare he say even in all of celestia.

"no, you're not a distraction to me," he whispers gently while planting kisses on your head between each word, causing you to giggle at the ticklish sensation. "let me make it up to you," he adds.

you eagerly accept his offer, feeling your heart flutter as you plant a kiss on his cheek, hopeful for the future between the two of you. "i love you," you whisper.

the smile on his face reflects that of fontaine's tranquil streams - serene yet ever-flowing. "i love you too, moonflower."

[lilaccmilk]

I’m mean, I’d love just a good m4m werewolf story, like a big tough dominant werewolf with his subby little boyfriend, I just haven’t seen a ton of m4m stuff so I’d love it, the details can really be whatever you want, as long as you like it, I’ll probably like it

OOOH! YES. I HAVE AN AMAZING IDEA FOR THIS. Hope I lived up to your expectations!

Big tough dominant werewolf and his subby little boyfriend? Yes. Amazing. Except, the big tough werewolf is a nerdy looking guy. And the subby little bf? Yeah he's the tough-looking, jock kinda guy.

In public, the jock is always teasing and troubling the nerd. But behind the closed doors? He's being fucked senseless because of the things he said in front of people.

What's more is this whole thing started when the jock tried to bully the nerd. Now the nerd bullies his cock into the jock. (so romantic)

Some days when the nerd is feeling extra mean, he'll just make the jock sit on his cock for what feels like an eternity, while the jock just lets out needy whimpers and begs the nerd to fuck him with tears in his eyes.

The nerd does listen, except now he's just overstimulating the jock. He's such a menace fr. The jock is begging him to stop now and the nerd just tsks and growls "Weren't you the one begging me to fuck you? Now that I'm actually listening you're refusing? You're such a brat. Don't worry I'll fuck that attitude out of you, love.”

After many orgasms the nerd finally stops and is cuddling him (with his knot inside the jock) and nipping and biting the jock's neck while murmuring sweet nothings.

"You were so good for me love. So pretty *kiss* so tight *lick* you're mine you know that right? All mine." The jock is so deep in subspace that all he can do is lean into the nerd's touch and whimper. After the knot goes down, the nerd cleans both of them and then makes sure the jock is comfortable before falling asleep with him in his arms.

In school, naturally many people try to flirt with the jock, now the nerd has no choice but to leave VERY VISIBLE hickeys on the jock. If someone tries to flirt with the nerd, the jock simply beats them up.

For humans the jock may sure be a top, dominant and intimidating person but for his werewolf boyfriend he's a pillow princess and the subbiest sub ever.

~if you can't tell, I have a thing for subby men whimpering.

[vorfreudevortex]

3. three can keep a secret...

a street racer!ino takuma x f!reader fic

redline masterlist // previous: chapter 2 // next: chapter 4

warnings // 5.8k words - swearing, alcohol, smoking, reckless driving (duh), all characters in college or recently graduated, mount hakone's details are not accurate for the sake of the story so pls don't try to clown me for it, mentions of weapons, mention of a car accident, injuries such as bleeding and broken bones, mention of death

✰ // the cars and the reader’s appearance in this fic are purposely kept ambiguous so you are free to have aspects look, feel, and be modified any way you’d like.

the vibes for chapter three

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takuma’s soft palms securely grip your waist as you wobble and sway. the skate park is empty aside from you two, the setting sun casts a golden filter through the trees and onto his glowing skin. it’s been a few days since he first kissed you. after finally exchanging phone numbers, you’ve been texting every day since, and stealing away time to see him when suguru’s attention is turned towards something else. he’s taken you for breezy late night cruises, let you drive his skyline, and hushed walks through quiet neighborhoods.

but today he treats you to sushi from his mom’s lovely shop, and now a crash course lesson in skateboarding at the secluded park near his home.

“i’m gonna let go!”

“don’t!” you shriek, clamping onto the cotton of his navy blue shirt even tighter.

“i’m kidding,” he giggles. “i won’t let go until you ask me to.”

you jerk back and forth on the worn out wood, trying to tighten your core like takuma told you to, but it does nothing as you struggle to find balance.

“are you bending your knees?”

“i’m trying to,” you whine as he walks beside you, guiding you forward slowly. you finally find a small center of stability, “wait, let go now.”

he steps back as you slowly roll forward, arms flailing and torso contorting as you try to hold the balance you had. takuma doesn’t leave your side. the uneasiness becomes too much for you and you stumble off the board, sending it flying behind you. he’s quick to grab you.

“that was great, you’re making progress!” he grins. you grip his arms.

“that was terrifying!”

“oooh, so when 4 wheels have a supercharged v8, it’s fine” he teases. “but when it’s 3 pounds of wood, it’s terrifying?”

“it’s so not the same!”

takuma laughs before wrapping his strong arms around you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. the contact is soft, gentle. you’ve noticed over the past few days that takuma is rowdy and rough when he makes contact with anything except you. when you’re there, his body and voice calms, like a precious glass ornament he’s afraid to break.

“we can be done for the day,” he suggests. “maybe another lesson tomorrow?”

“i can’t,” you pout. “my dad and brother said they have something planned for my birthday.”

“what?!” his eyes widen with alarm. “your birthday?”

“yeah,” you smile sheepishly. “i’m 21 tomorrow.”

“you should’ve said something! oh my god, i didn’t get you anything.”

“i didn’t expect you to,” you giggle. “you don’t need to get me anything, kuma.”

“no, no, no,” he pleads, tightly clinging to you. “i’ll get you something good, promise.”

“you really shouldn’t worry about it—”

“—sshhh,” he hushes you. “and this weekend, we can go out and celebrate at the underground.”

“i’d love that, kuma.”

“good,” another press to your forehead before quickly whipping around and hopping on his board. he pushes off, rolling fast and low as he approaches a ramp. he looks at you with a silly grin and playful eyes— it’s an addicting sight. “now watch this steeze!”

you can’t help but laugh at his goofy behavior as he lifts up from the ramp, the board twirling in the air before he sticks the landing.

it’s not the burning sun that sends warmth through your entire body, it’s takuma.

✰✰✰✰✰

that evening, chopsticks click and clatter around the kotatsu as your little family enjoys a comforting dinner. you, papa, and suguru prattle and laugh over minuscule conversation and steaming rice. but papa finds a lull through the noise, and takes the opportunity to say something that neither you or suguru were expecting.

“i talked to toji fushiguro the other day.”

ah, shit. 

you look at suguru, suguru looks at papa. you know that your brother never told your dad about the tense situation from a few days ago. and you both know that papa is still friends with toji, but assumed that he would keep his mouth shut to him. plus, incidents like that had an unspoken rule to stay unspoken, even to those who were familiar with the scene.

“and how did that go?” suguru responds, his words slow and careful. papa looks at you, his kind eyes suddenly serious. he holds a beer bottle, oil and grease buried deep underneath his fingernails.

“toji says that there’s some people who don’t like that there’s a girl running around and racing.” 

“i haven’t been racing, though,” you’re confused. you already know toji told your papa about the argument suguru had with his son. suguru stays quiet, looking down in his food with his brows furrowed.

“but you’ve been practicing to race,” you dad explains. “apparently, the local car community isn’t exactly excited that you’re here.”

“i’m just visiting,” you tilt your head. “i come here every summer, i think most people in the scene know that.”

“but you’re older now. you shipped out your car, doing mountain passes… getting more involved with suguru’steam.”

“that doesn’t mean anything,” suguru finally says. “who’s saying this?”

“i’m not sure,” papa admits. “but toji seemed concerned about it enough to come and talk to me.”

“and this was after suguru raced his son, right?” you ask.

“yes, but all that’s beside the point.”

“so what is the point?” your brother says, you can tell he’s getting irritated.

“well…” papa clears his throat. “…they don’t want a girl racing around them.”

“why not?” you ask and suguru rolls his eyes.

“it’s not like a girl’s never ran with us,” suguru scoffs. “this is stupid.”

“so, are people, like… mad at me?” you’re still confused. “they know my shelby is faster, they know that suguru’steaching me how to drift, so what? they don’t want the possibility of suguru’s sister being better than them? that’s so childish.”

“i agree,” suguru adds. “this is some bullshit. it’s just fun, my little sister wants to run around with me and race while she’s here for the summer, so she will. it’s not that serious.”

“trust me, i agree as well,” your papa looks anxious, the creases on his face seem more obvious than before. “it’s just that toji suggested that…”

“suggested what?” suguru huffs.

“he suggested that someone might cause trouble if clutch hangs around too much.”

“…is that a fucking threat?”

“i don’t know. but you needed to know, and clutch is old enough now where she should know it, too.”

“alright…,” your fingertips twitch. “so what happens now?”

suguru scarfs down the last of his food and stands up from the table. “i gotta call toru and ken.” your papa reaches over and places a reassuring hand over yours as suguru disappears upstairs.

“i’m sure it’s just talk. you shouldn’t stop having fun while you’re here,” his gentle words help you relax. “i love you, y/n. just be safe and smart when you’re out.”

✰✰✰✰✰

later, when the moon glows through the windows and the house settles into silence, you find yourself knocking on suguru’s bedroom door. you heard him come in earlier from the bar with his friends, and know he would be in bed now.

“come in.”

he lays back on the pillows of his bed with one knee propped up, scrolling on his phone. he only wears a pair of shorts and his long, dark hair is loose over his shoulders. his room is spotless, like always. against one side of the room is his bed and desk, the other a tv and dresser. they walls are covered in a tasteful array of signs and posters, the moonlight almost makes them seem alive. his dark wooden desk is littered with random silver car parts and tools, all clean and neatly aligned. his closet door is ajar, and each shirt is color coded.

you pad over and and he moves to make room for you as you sit beside him. his phone lights up his sleepy face, it’s a tiktok video of a beautiful nissan silvia.

“what’s up?” he smiles lazily, reaching up to wind his fingers through your hair. you slump into his shoulder.

“we never talked the other day.”

“yeah, i’m sorry. i got caught up working on satoru’s car.”

“it’s alright. i’ve already forgiven you.”

“well, i’m still sorry… never should of put you in that position.”

“don’t be,” you laugh. “i put myself there.”

“and i should’ve kept you out.” you sit up, his fingers leave your hair. he looks at you expectantly.

“nii-chan, you’ve never used your gun, right?” your voice is soft. “same with satoru?”

“no,” he looks directly in your eyes, he wouldn’t dare lie to you. “never.”

“okay,” you nod. “but, what about what papa said—”

“—i will if i need to,” he’s quick to respond. “and satoru.”

“i will, too.”

he lifts an eyebrow at your words. “huh?”

“i know how to use a gun,” you admit. “mom has one back home and taught me.”

“why would she get a gun?”

“i dont know,” you shrug. “everyone’s got one. so i guess she didn’t want to be the only one without.”

“you’re not going anywhere near my pistol.”

“i know.”

“seriously, don’t touch it under any circumstances. i don’t care if it's laying around in my car or something,” his voice is suddenly low and urgent. “if i get caught and they find your prints on it, it’s over for you.”

“you’d go to jail, too.”

“and i’ll be the only one going. you’ll have nothing to do with it.”

you’re both quiet for a moment before you ask your next question.

“why did toji fushiguro do that? don’t you think that was so weird?”

“i don’t know, i think just to piss me off some more,” suguru huffs. “either way, it was odd behavior, even from him. it was fucking disrespectful. he doesn’t know you like that so i don’t know why he would try that shit.”

“you still seem really mad about it.”

“because i am,” he sits up and grabs your arm. “that’s why i don’t want you anywhere near ino or any of the shadows. they hang out with some nasty people. fushiguro still does suspicious shit and i know he’s got his son in it too.”

“suspicious how?”

“fushiguro…” he pauses and glances at the bedroom door before lowering his voice to a whisper. “…fushiguro and his kid were the ones to help me get my gun. and i know exactly which nameless yakuza he sourced it from. and that kamo guy, the one with the tattoo on his nose, used to run drugs and other shit for him and toji. they ran around together in a motorcycle gang before they got busted and he came to tokyo.”

choso kamo? no way… he was so quiet and respectful towards you at the club, and he’s friends with takuma, the sweetest one of them all. same with megumi, he seemed so young and easily flustered, there’s not a chance that his own father has him sneaking around the city like that… right?

you want suguru to be lying but you know he isn’t. he’s never lied to you and his intense gaze solidifies his truth.

“you think anyone who willingly runs around with those guys can stay out of trouble? absolutely not. takuma and his boys were the first to get pistols. satoru and i thought the same as mom, we weren’t gonna get tied up someday as the only ones without them.”

“okay, i get it. but what does that mean for me?” you take a breathe. “i don’t wanna get caught in literal crossfire just because i wanna race.”

“you won’t.”

“how can you be sure? if toji fushiguro is this big and bad, i don’t think he’d make empty… threats… like that.”

“clutch, my team is more than just ken and toru,” he reassures. “sure, those two are always around, but the phantoms are bigger than you think. they’re just not around every time we’re out.”

“i kind of figured…”

“people say the phantoms run the streets of tokyo,” he continues. “everyone knows i don’t fool around. there’s a lot that happens when you’re not here. someone would be an idiot if they tried to come after us.”

“what about me?”

“us includes you, silly,” he smirks. “you’re my sister. you could beat most of them in a race after all. as long as you stay close to me, you’ll be alright.”

you can’t help but smile.

“suguru, i wanna be one of the fastest street racers in tokyo,” you admit. “at least while i’m here.”

“i think you’re pretty much there already,” he chuckles. “there’s no other girls who race with us.”

“i mean, even better than the handful of female racers around. i wanna be able to keep up with you.”

“is that so?”

“yeah. and i wanna win a touge pass on mount hakone, too. lots of them.”

“all before the summer ends?” he teases.

“yeah, before the summer ends,” you grin. “and then i’ll mysteriously disappear like i was never here.”

“oooh, kinda like a phantom?” he wears a shit-eating grin and you can’t help but laugh. “it’s late, you better get some sleep for you surprise tomorrow.”

“can you give me a hint?”

he looks up and purses his lips, faking a deep thought. “hmmm. it’s something you’ll never see coming.”

“yeah, i know,” you lightly smack him as he laughs. “that’s what a fucking surprise is.”

“i’m not telling you anything. but it’ll be a proper celebration of your 21st. it’s a big one, you’ll go home and be able to party now.”

“you act like i’ve never had a sip of liquor in my life,” you pull him in for a tight hug. “love you.”

“love you, too.”

you pull away and playfully jab your finger in his nose. “you need a soap opera on your life after the drama you caused the other night. don’t drag me into it again.” he swats your hand away with a grin.

“you shithead. get out of my room.”

at exactly 12:01 am, your phone sings:

takuma ino: happy birthday pretty girl :)

✰✰✰✰✰

your birthday flies by before you know it. papa, suguru, satoru, kento, and shoko wake you up with your favorite breakfast and gifts, including one that your mom mailed to you from back home. your bed is littered new clothes, jewelry, trinkets, and liquor at the end of the morning. suguru makes you play passenger princess in your own mustang for the day while he takes you around the city, while the others all seem to have excuses for why they can’t come spend your birthday with you.

suguru drags you all across tokyo. he takes you shopping, out for lunch, and then coffee when you get sleepy. he pays for your manicure, takes all your instagram photos for you without complaining, and to the sushi boat restaurant you’ve been wanting to visit. it’s not as good as ino family's sushi shop.

you’re exhausted by the time the sun has set, begging your brother to take you home so you can finally spend time with your papa before the night ends.

“your garage remote isn’t working,” suguru says as he fumbles with the buttons, the engine idling just outside the house.

“suguru, this has been the best day ever and i love you so much,” you start. “but i’m about to get real fucking cranky if i’m not in the house in 10 seconds.”

“relax,” he laughs. “go open the door for me and head on upstairs. i’ll pull your car in.”

you’re punching in the code when you hear suguru cut the motor of your mustang. the garage door groans open behind your back as you watch him walk up the driveway toward you.

“i thought you were gonna pull my car in?”

“i would but,” he points behind you. “there’s no room.”

your drowsiness had distracted you from realizing the shop’s lights were on when they shouldn’t have been. you look over your shoulder with wide eyes. suguru’s a fucking liar after all.

the shop is crowded with bodies that shout and holler excitedly when you finally turn around, and in the center sits your papa, satoru, kento, and shoko. between them, however, is a dark, blood red body of metal. there’s not a single scratch on the paint, and the chrome wheels gleam under the bright lights of the garage. the front license plate, brand new and snowy white, reads “CLUTCH”.

“what the fuck…”

“we all pitched in,” suguru slings an arm around your stiff shoulders and holds a key out before you. “still wanna go to bed?”

your life isn’t real. you stand there like an idiot, dumbfounded with your jaw hanging open. this is a movie— no, a dream. no, this is a prank. a sick, sick joke.

“liar,” you finally choke out. “you’re a liar. you’re lying.”

“never,” he says, finally letting a wide grin spread across his face. he pushes you into the garage and past the strangers. “i hope you don’t mind, but everyone here helped pitch in something and wanted to meet you. these are the phantoms…” he opens the driver’s door of the silvia and gently pushes you into the seat. “…and this is the newest phantom’s newest car.”

you’re crying, sobbing, bawling. you’re an absolute blubbering mess. suguru crouches down in the open door as you shakily fumble with the ignition. it roars to life and shakes the walls of the shop. the turbocharged engine sounds so good, so sweet. you wail along with it as you slump over suguru’s shoulders and wet his shirt with your tears.

you can’t stop your tears as your loved ones embrace you, it’s all so much, too much. this was much different than when your mom helped you purchase the mustang, matching whatever amount you saved up from countless hours working as a waitress from her seemingly endless bank account. the time, effort, and love that your family on this side of the world had put in just for you makes you want to burst.

you think about your papa, long hours underneath greasy hoods, meticulously tuning and fixing each motor for each client that rolled into the shop. you think about kento, serious eyes and rough hands toiling away at his side. suguru, who your father also pays for his help, and his hours flipping street cars to sell on the other side of the shop— all three of their automotive technology degrees from college being put to work constantly. shoko’s exhausting 12-hour shifts at the hospital, usually during the late hours of the night. god, even satoru, who probably poured a significant amount of his father’s bank account into this gift to make up for his constant loitering.

the nissan silvia s15 spec-r, used but practically in mint condition with only 2,500 miles on it. a 4-cylinder turbo engine with horsepower up to 250. a 6 speed transmission, of course, and 274 newton-meters of torque. 

it’s fucking beautiful.

it’s yours.

✰✰✰✰✰

it’s deep into the night when suguru, satoru, and shoko step outside for a cigarette. your papa has already gone to bed and the rest of the phantoms are gone. you had made sure to thank each and every one of them before they left. most stayed close during the evening, taking turns watching papa and kento guiding you through the foreign engine and its components. 

it was just you and kento now, gently wiping down the sparkling red paint with soft towels in the peaceful silence of the garage. you sit on the concrete, getting the low corners of the nose while he leans over the hood, carefully erasing any fingerprints and dust.

“it’s quite the ride,” kento says quietly. his eyes droop with exhaustion from running around all day with papa and satoru to get the silvia in time.

“it really is," you smile. "thank you so much again, ken."

“you’ll be cruising along with us now,” he adds. “no need to ride in our passenger seats anymore like you used to.”

you can’t help but giggle, floating high and light through your sleepiness with the liquor and adrenaline of today. you think of all the times you’ve rode shotgun with each of the boys growing up, clutching onto the handles as they’d fly around just to make you shriek with happiness. it almost makes you want to cry, knowing those innocent days have ended, but you blink away the tears.

“i’ll still hop in with you every so often, don’t worry,” but kento doesn’t respond at first, instead he crouches down to your level.

“y/n, you should know that…” his voice is low, barely above a whisper as he pauses to glance at the cracked door. in the second of silence, you can hear your brother’s voice outside. kento’s brown eyes turn back and bore into you with insane intensity.

“…i saw you yesterday.”

he sees the confusion in your face. yesterday? wait—

“with takuma ino.”

fuck.

“…y-you did?” your voice shakes. you internally panic, you don’t know what to say.

“at the skate park, didn’t i?”

oh, he’s got you now. you hesitate in how to respond, but then silently nod your head. you’ve never lied to kento, and you won’t start now.

“i thought so.”

“i’m sorry…” you whisper. your heart pounds so loudly in your chest that you’re afraid kento can hear it. his eyes soften just the slightest bit.

“you didn’t know i live in that area as well, didn’t you?” his question sounds more like a statement. you shake your head, frightful tears forming in your eyes. you can’t even imagine the angry words your brother will chastise you with when he finds out, or worse, the angry fists he'd throw at takuma. “calm down. i’m not going to tell suguru.”

“you’re not?”

“no. it’s not my business.”

he stands up on his feet once more. you swallow harshly, willing the blush on your cheeks and the beating in your chest to calm down. kento has never scared you, but as you look up at his towering stance from the floor, you’re nothing but intimidated.

“but you will tell him when the time is right. and you will be careful around ino and the shadows. do you understand?”

“i understand,” you manage to croak out. you feel like you’re being disciplined by your father, or maybe your high school principle. kento just nods and motions for you to stand up beside him.

“you will also drive safely and responsibly with this new car,” his finger taps the hood. “only your father and i are allowed to tune this engine. if you get in an accident, it will be because of your driving. i will not allow this motor to fail on you under any circumstances whatsoever. if there is even a speck of dust positioned incorrectly on this motor, i will not allow you to race. do you understand?”

“yes, i understand.”

“i know your brother has told you about what happened to yu. i won’t allow anything like that to happen to you,” his face changes ever so slightly, an unreadable expression. your heart skips a beat, you know all about what happened to yu haibara. 

you’ve seen glimpses of the burn marks on kento’s side, the ones from him pulling his childhood friend from a blazing car. yu haibara didn’t stand a chance, he had died in the initial wreck before the engine even caught on fire. kento had crawled out of the passenger seat, bones snapped in half and stabbing through his skin, before crawling back in when he realized yu hadn’t come out yet. bleeding and broken, he had cradled yu’s lifeless body on the touge of mount fuji until help finally came to him. kento has never raced since.

“thank you, ken,” you whisper. you know he's dead serious, he would never say such a thing if he didn't truly and absolutely mean it.

kento pulls you in for a swallowing hug, the musk of his cologne filling your lungs as he wraps you into his chest.

“damn,” you turn at satoru’s teasing voice. “someone take a picture, ken’s showing emotion.”

the trio enters the garage with drowsy faces, reeking of tobacco. kento lets go, you pray they only caught the last part of your conversation.

“all cleaned up, huh?” suguru whistles.

your brother steps between you to lean over and closely inspect the glowing red paint, kento stands stiffly on the other side of him. you glance at him. he has a soft, knowing look in his eyes, and dimples emerge in his cheeks as he puts on gentle smile. you have complete trust in knowing that kento will keep your secret safe as he opens his mouth to speak.

“yeah. all cleaned up.”

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all week long, you wake up early and stay up late. the boys work with you every day while your papa tinkers alongside you between his own clients. shoko stops by after her shifts for a beer and cigarette to watch the boys work. 

the first engine modifications include a better cold air intake and exhaust, while kento insists that he reprograms the ecu so your throttle response is absolutely perfect. suguru orders brand new coilovers while satoru and your papa lightly argue over which strut and sway bars will be best for you. 

the five of you spend an entire day on new tires and cambers until the angle is exactly the way you want it, and another few days installing a gorgeous wide body kit for the wheels. papa focuses on replacing the stock clutch and gear shifter. kento helps you with the brake calipers and pads. you thought you knew plenty about cars and motors, but each hour you feel like you’re being introduced to a new component or tool that you didn’t know existed. 

at the end of every night, you’re leaning against the shower wall with sleepy eyes trying to scrub the grease and oil from the crevices of your skin and the bed of your fingernails. you’re not sure the dark smell of the motor will ever leave your hair, but you slide into your bed light-headed and happy knowing your family loves you enough to provide so much for you.

you don’t talk to takuma much as week passes, only a few messages here and there. you’re too busy feeling filthy with guilt every time the boys open up a box of brand new parts for your car. but every time you start to say something, someone is shushing you. you know how expensive each part is, and on top of the expense of the car… you feel sick to your stomach just thinking about how many digits follow the dollar sign.

although you’ve taken your new silvia for a few spins, you’re itching to get out to the mountain as the week comes to an end and the car comes closer to completion. it’s all you’ve wanted to do all summer, all you’ve wanted to do for years, and now you finally have your very own vehicle to do so.

the large door of the garage is wide open and the sun is setting, shooting rays of gold into the garage and over the silvia. warm summer breezes sift through the shop. suguru talks you through properly applying a sticker on your back windshield. it’s the same one you’ve seen on all the boys’ cars; a bright white hooded ghost figure with glowing red eyes— a phantom. when you’re finished wiping it down, your brother ruffles your hair and smiles.

“let’s go to mount hakone.”

you truly couldn’t be happier. there’s no races tonight, but there’s still a few scattered cars hanging out around the straight. a few of them take casual passes through the mountain, but nothing high stakes. you recognize a few familiar phantom faces and make sure to take the time to greet them and show them your finished project, thanking them incessantly for helping your family purchase the silvia until they’re practically begging you to stop.

everyone shows respect when suguru announces he wants you to have a turn through alone. they stay back on the shoulder to wait until you come back through again, giving you supportive words as you start warming up the engine. suguru hands you the black helmet from the passenger seat for the nth time.

“where did you even get this?” you ask him as you pull it over your hair. “you’ve never even owned a motorcycle.”

“it’s for your safety,” he reaches over to make sure the chinstrap is tight enough.

“i asked where, not why,” you giggle.

“i don’t even remember. it’s been laying around in my closet for a while.”

“it’s a cool helmet! practically brand new.”

“you’re the only one to wear it.”

you fasten your new seatbelt across your chest, a red racing harness that matches the maroon paint of the silvia. suguru does the same before pulling on your straps once more.

“i got it!” you whine. “it’s tight enough.”

“i just need to be sure,” he settles back in the passenger seat. “let’s run it.”

you press the gas, making the glistening new tires spin in place against the rough concrete until your gut tells you they’re sticky enough. your foot lifts from the brake, and the car is set free. your mind thinks of nothing except redlining the engine and the upcoming turn the entire way through.

your mind has made friends with each bend, rock, and tree along the path. every time you come to mount hakone, your confident builds higher and higher. and with the silvia now in your control, you’re raring to go. each day that passes means your time in japan is getting shorter, and you want— no, need— to get faster.

back at the straight, suguru whistles as you pull the handbrake for the final time and take out the key. the engine stands still and hot, you can hear the faint tick tick ticking under the hood as you tear off the constricting helmet. your hair sticks to your forehead, damp with sweat, as you try and catch your breathe. suguru shows you his phone screen.

8:42:35

it’s nowhere close to suguru’s. although unofficial because of its illegality, all the street racers in tokyo know that your brother holds the fastest time at mount hakone— 6:48:02.

“8 minutes?” you whine, even though it’s a whopping 5 seconds faster than the last pass you completed.

“this is an insanely good time,” suguru chuckles.

“no it’s not! it’s over 2 minutes slower than you.”

“relax, clutch—”

“—and a minute and 40-something seconds slower than toru.”

“you’ve already gotten so much faster since you—”

“—and a minute and 38 seconds slower than kento!”

“cool it,” suguru warns against your rare show of brattiness. “don’t pout about it. this is still faster than a lot of racers around here.

you’re still panting. you unclasp the seatbelt, slouching as your head falls back into the black suede of the headrest and close your eyes.

“you’re right, suguru. i’m sorry,” you say softly. “i’m sorry, i’m just tense from all that. it’s a good time, i know that.”

“don’t apologize, it’s alright,” he reassures. “let’s take a break.”

you pull your car to the shoulder and practically kick open the door to get out. although the icy air you had blasting during the race kept your skin cool, the cool mountain air made you feel as if you could actually breathe again. a handful of phantoms come over to you, complimenting your improving time and suggesting helpful tips while another round of racers loudly speed into the mountains.

a pair of boys your age stand off to the side, listening closely until the others leave. the dark-haired one with sleepy eyes holds a hand out to your brother first. unlike takuma, it seems like he already knows how not to piss suguru off.

“geto-san, nice to meet you,” he smiles. “my name is yuta okkotsu.”

suguru returns his smile and shakes his hand. okkotsu and his friend turn to you with a small bow before he places a hand on the shoulder of the smaller blonde boy wearing a black mask over his mouth and nose.

“this is toge inumaki,” he continues. “he’s mute, but he can hear you just fine.”

“oh, nice to meet you!” you smile.

“inumaki was wondering if you’d like to race tomorrow night, before ino-san and gojo-san,” okkotsu explains with his eyes trained on you. you look back at him but your mind is elsewhere. you didn’t know takuma and satoru were set to race tomorrow.

“uh, me?” you ask. you’re a little surprised, you weren’t expecting someone to approach you first, especially knowing now that people didn’t want you to race. inumaki raises his hands, fingers swimming through the air as he signs to okkotsu.

“if it’s alright with the both of you,” he explains. you can see the raised cheekbones of inumaki’s smile from under his mask. “inumaki just started racing as well, he thought it would be good experience for the both of you.”

“what’s your time?” suguru asks, but he speaks directly to inumaki. the boy’s eyes dart from suguru to okkotsu, nervous that suguru won’t be able to understand him. but he raises his hands anyways, and the slender fingers start to move.

eight. three. nine.

“8 minutes, 39 seconds?” suguru clarifies, inumaki nods. he clearly doesn’t care that the boy can’t speak, he just wants to know how fast he is.

“and what team are you two with?” he asks.

“we aren’t on any team,” okkotsu answers. “we’re pretty new to the scene, we just race for fun. and we don’t race for pinks or money.”

“how old are you two?”

“…17,” the boy smiles sheepishly. your brother chuckles lightly.

“well, how ‘bout it, clutch?” suguru hums. “you wanna race this guy?”

“…can i?” you respond. you’re asking suguru if he thinks you’re ready for a true touge race more than you’re asking for his permission to.

“if you want. i think you’re ready.” you smile at your brother and turn back to the boys. you hope you don’t seem too giddy, but your heart pounds with the anticipation of your first real race.

“let’s do it, inumaki-kun!”

he puts his hand to his chin and out, thank you. then, a fist with his pinky and thumb out with a gentle shake, shaka. you giggle lightly as you mimic his hands.

“but first,” suguru steps forward, towering over the boys. “we’ll do three practice passes right now with the two of you. she’s never gone through with a second car. we’ll take it slow and easy, keep your distance from her.”

inumaki nods and your brother turns to you.

“i’ll ride with you in the first round, but that’s it,” it’s your turn to nod to suguru. “helmet on, clutch. let’s go.”

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[unhappycylinder]

I have a request!! Feel free to ignore if I missed a rule.

How about a female reader at Welton and a game of spin the bottle? 👀

Love this!! Sorry it took me a bit to respond, but here it is! Enjoy 😙

Spin the Bottle (DPS x fem!Reader)

Charlie Dalton’s plea for girls at Welton had somehow come true. Through unusual circumstances, you had found yourself in a chilly small tow in New England at an all-boys preparatory school, much to the delight of the so called Dead Poets.

The group of boys, seemingly making up a majority of the school’s outcast population, quickly welcomed you upon your arrival. Some of course were more welcoming than others...Charlie Dalton...while others couldn’t maintain eye contact with you if their life depended on it...Gerard Pitts, Steven Meeks, Richard Cameron, and most of all Todd Anerson.

On this particular night, you found this dichotomy playing out more than ever, in the form of a game of spin the bottle. What started as a joke between you and Knox had led to Charlie scouring the corners of his dorm room in search of any of the empty beer bottles he had tucked behind his furniture in secret. Once he found one, he gestured wildly for you and the poets to sit in a circle.

With a sigh, Neil reluctantly spun the bottle, smiling as it landed next to him,

“Alright Todd, truth or dare,” Neil said with a smirk.

“...tru-” Todd began through a quiet stutter.

“No, no, no. You’re playing the game all wrong,” Charlie interjected, hands gesturing to the bottle, “you’re supposed to kiss each other!”

Neil and Todd’s cheeks both turned crimson, a detail which the rest of the group seemingly missed while they collectively sighed, “ohhhh,” as Charlie shook his head.

“No offense guys,” Cameron began with a chuckle, “but I’m not too keen on kissing any of you.”

“Ditto,” Pitts groaned, with quiet hums of approval coming from the other members.

“No,” Charlie began, “but I know there’s someone here who we’re all pretty keen on kissing...” he raised his eyebrows at you.

“Oh, Charlie, come on” Neil squirmed as he whined at his best friend.

“You know what,” you weighed your options, “It’s all in good fun. Besides, whatever happens in this room, stays in this room”

The dead poets laughed, a slight blush gracing your cheeks as you looked to all of them. “To live deep and suck the marrow out of life?” Meeks toasted, to which you all agreed.

Grabbing the bottle to start the game, Charlie hoped in his mind that it would land on you, and once again his hopes came true.

“Well, well,” he smirked, closing his eyes and pursing his lips in your direction.

You giggled, leaning in to him and planting a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Hey-” he began, opening his eyes.

“Sorry Charlie,” you giggled, eyes traveling to the bottle which you were about to spin.

Butterflies filling your stomach, you spun the bottle and closed your eyes, opening them only when the boys all started oooh-ing again.

“Oh god,” Knox groaned, “this is torture,” he said as he crawled towards you.

“Just close your eyes and pretend its Chris,” Pitts joked.

“Knock it off,” Neil, the voice of reason, chimed in.

You and Knox shared an incredibly uncomfortable peck before he rushed back to his seat and your expression turned sour.

Knox spun the bottle, leading to an incredibly entertaining hover-kiss-squirming situation between him and Meeks. During his turn it landed on Cameron, resulting in someone making a ginger-on-ginger comment, making the group erupt in laughter.

Several rounds later you had found yourself in the clear, so far only sharing one real kiss with one of your colleagues, that is, until Pitts ‘s eyes locked with yours.

One of the more quiet and studious members of the group, Pitts and you hadn’t really spoken much, let alone touched. At least with Knox and Charlie that wasn’t your first time being close to either of them, but Pitts was another story.

His eyes told you he was nervous, but also excited, the kind of gaze you’d find in the eyes of a boy who had never kissed a girl.

Oh shit.

You blushed, face falling as you began to speak, “Pitts...you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

He nodded, taking in your words, “no, no I can do it” “Atta boy, Pittsie!” Charlie clapped him on the back.

With a nod, you leaned over to him, capturing his lips in a brief, but thoughtful kiss. The other boys cheered as you kissed him, pulling away to see his eyes glossy with joy and surprise.

“Thank you,” he whispered, although unclear if that was directed to you or to God.

Several rounds later, a rather passionate kiss between Neil and Todd had shrouded the game in a sense of confusion too heavy for it to continue. So, on the last round, you found the bottle in your hands, and you found it pointing to none other than Charlie Dalton.

“How about a little redemption for the first round, huh?” He joked, raising his eyebrows at you.

You sighed, choosing your next actions for three very specific reasons.

1. The importance of a good finale

2. Charlie had a point...and he was cute

3.To distract from rom whatever the hell just happened between Neil and Todd

And with those reasons in mind, you launched yourself forward and grabbed Charlie’s face, kissing him like you meant it as his hands wrapped around your back and the poets cheered. It was the finale the game needed, but it would definitely make for a very interesting school day tomorrow.

[chloessleepystories]

Rabbit Hole

Based on a true story

Zoe was slumped down in the back row of the classroom, scrolling through Tumblr on her phone instead of paying attention to the teacher. Like usual.

Oh, here’s a sexy picture to share. Here’s a gif to attach a few lines of dialogue to… She liked teasing the boys (and girls) online, and they liked teasing her. Especially when she was in class and couldn’t do anything about her rising horniness.

Oooh, a hypno story, her favorite. She checked that the teacher was droning on, and not looking her direction, and started reading. Just a couple paragraphs in, she knew it was a good one. She reblogged it to finish reading later, and to share it with her followers (her many, many followers… how had that happened?) and kept scrolling. Ooh! A spiral! Don’t get distracted… But uunnnfff, so easy to get distracted… to get drawn in…

She shook herself, sharing the spiral with a drooling smiley face, and moved on.

“I’m a little concerned, looking at your last batch of papers, that so many of you got to college without apparently learning how to punctuate a simple compound sentence, much less to fill it with original thoughts…” Miss Thompson was saying.

Zoe squeezed her thighs together, feeling the arousal spread through her body. She looked around. Nobody looking. Good. She knew she should be listening, should be taking notes, but all she could think about was her needy pussy.

The constant alerts from her phone kept drawing her back to the glowing rectangle in her hand. BUZZ. Another favorite blog had just shared something, Tumblr wanted her to know. BUZZ. Someone was tagging her in a pic of one of her favorite porn stars. BUZZ… 

She was powerless. She had to look, every time the phone buzzed. Every time Tumblr fed her more. She didn’t used to be like this, did she? She used to have, like, an attention span and stuff? Could leave her phone alone for a few hours? Now she was addicted… like she had conditioned herself to salivate at the buzzer. 

Or been conditioned, came a whisper. 

Been brainwashed. 

Cuntwashed.

Drippy cunt. Salivating pussy…

BUZZ. 

Ooh! a hot little gif that someone wanted her to see – “wanna ride me like this?” he asked, adding Zoe’s handle. Where was the teacher? Zoe knew she should scan for Miss Thompson again, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

BUZZ BUZZ. Three more guys wanting to talk to her privately. She was already keeping four conversations going…

This one, for instance, was telling her, in detail, what he would be doing to her if they were in a hotel room together right now. She was giving as well as she was getting, egging him on, hoping he was stroking to her words the way she wished she could be rubbing to his. This one was begging her to punish him, and reveling in her attempts to be domineering. And this one… oh, this one kept sending spirals, and inductive texts, drawing her ever downward (or trying to), making her sleepy, making her horny… making her a mindnumbed cockslave…

She tapped the little pencil symbol to make a public post.

“You guys are making me so horny!!!” she typed.

I’m supposed to be paying attention to the teacher right now but my tumblr feed is full of porn and 3 of you fuckers are having hot conversations with me trying to make me horny and IT’S FUCKING WORKING I’m sure my neighbors can smell me I’m so turned on I can feel how drippy I am goddammit I need to stroke I’m not gonna make it

That was a mistake, of course. As she knew it would be. The sharks smelled blood in the water, and circled.

“Just keep watching little slave. Soon you’ll be my little cock hungry whore”

“It’s just so nice to be able to turn off your brain for a while, ya know? Join me?”

“And when I say “horny bunny” you’ll have a powerful urge…”

“Mmm damn what a view! Your nice tight pussy wrapped around my cock feels so damn good. I’m going to enjoy fucking you hard, bottoming out hitting your womb”

“…And then one day you wake up and you’re an empty headed pink bimbo, with no thoughts in your dumb bimbo head but getting bigger tits and pleasing your Mistress’s pussy…”

Another public post:

Ogod now ur all piling on cumming our of the woodwork why csnt i turn off this app why do i keep lookin im not gonna make it im such a dumb hotny cow 

Sent.

And back to messaging, the words pummeling her brain –

Blank. Obedient. Responsive. Counting from 10. Letting your mind slide away. Relaxed. Empty. No thoughts. 8. Letting go….

Then, even before she could register the shadow over her desk, a hand snatched the phone from her fingers.

“You know the rules about phones in my class, Zoe,” said Miss Thompson. Zoe made a choked whimper, her fingers mindlessly twitching after the phone.

“You can get it back later. If you’re good.”

If you’re good. If you’re a good girl. Good girls obey.

Zoe whimpered again, as Miss Thompson walked away. She was going to have to sprint to the ladies’ room when class was over. The phone would have to wait. Her clit was throbbing… and she needed to obey.

*****

Later, after everyone had filed out, Miss Thompson carefully and (BUZZ) meticulously wiped clean the blackboard. She liked the board to be as neat (BUZZ) and tidy as her desk.

(BUZZ)

What on earth was – Oh. Right. That girl’s phone was still on the desk. Vibrating away, for some unknown reason.

She sat down and picked it up, turning it on. Silly child didn’t seem to have a lock on the –

A rainbow of porn leapt out of the screen and slapped Miss Thompson about the face.

Cocks going into young women’s mouths. A girl’s tongue on a pussy. “Zoe, are you still there?” Breasts, so many breasts. “Zoe, girl, look how hard you made me…” A maelstrom of dark and light flesh that she couldn’t make sense of for a moment, until she saw the caption “gangbanged fuckslut made airtight with BBC”… which, to be frank, didn’t ENTIRELY explain the picture to Miss Thompson, but it let her figure out what some of the shapes were…

Horrified, repulsed, Miss Thompson started scrolling. And couldn’t stop scrolling. Stories of incest and bondage. Lewd photos and gifs, scenes of decadence and degradation. She shook her head, her mouth open, but she couldn’t stop…

And the hypnosis. Over and over in the girl’s feed, the hypnosis! Glassy eyed girls with drooping mouths, baring their breasts… Women with spirals in their eyes, and cocks in their mouths… Flashing gifs with pictures and words, too fast to follow, telling her how she should be, how she must be, how she knew she already was, if she would just admit it to herself… Inductions, and fantasies, and more spirals, and submissive, drooling women, eager to serve cock, to serve pussy, to become slaves to their own needy cunts…

Miss Thompson hadn’t noticed how hard her nipples had gotten. She hadn’t noticed how wet her own cunt was, until she found herself dipping in a finger… She bucked against her hand, but didn’t stop stroking… just kept scrolling… 

Someone calling himself Master of Mystery – except with some of the letters replaced by numbers – BUZZed into a private message. “Getting pretty horny, Zoe? Pretty needy and desperate?”

“No,” she found herself typing. “I mean, no, I’m – I’m not… No.”

“Oh, you certainly sounded pretty desperate to me. You sounded like a little slut who needed permission to cum… A naughty fucktoy who can’t stop touching her princess parts even though she’s not supposed to…”

Miss Thompson bit her lip and with an effort pulled her hand away from her pussy. “I’m not Zoe. I am Miss Thompson, her teacher,” she typed.

She tried to pull herself together.

“And you should keep a civil tongue in your head, young man.”

“Ohhh! Naughty, naughty, teacher… Are you looking through a confiscated phone? And getting TURNED ON by someone else’s Tumblr porn? You are, aren’t you… Go ahead, you can admit it…”

“i” she typed and sent by mistake.

She cursed.

“I will do no such thing. I am… I am putting the phone down now.”

“No you’re not.”

She hesitated. He seemed so sure. She waited, panting.

“You won’t, because you would have already without saying anything. You would have before you got so horny scrolling through her feed.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Because you are horny, aren’t you? All pent-up, tied up in knots…”

“Yes, yes, I am, OK, but there’s nothing wrong with that”

“No, not at all. Tell you what. You seem tense. Let me help you relax. Can we do that?”

“Um”

“Just focus on your shoulders for a second. Feel how tight they are? Tighten them up even more, just for a second. Take a deep breath in. And then let it out, and as you do, feel all the tension go out of your shoulders…”

“what”

“Sshh shh you don’t have to say anything just listen. I’m going to count, and with each number you’re going to release a little tension, and it’s going to turn into warmth… warmth spreading through your body… 

“And then maybe we’ll look at a spiral together for a while… You’ll like that…”

*****

Zoe was feeling SO much better – though her legs were still a little wobbly – as she walked toward the classroom door. She couldn’t believe she’d left her phone behind! She hoped she could get it back quietly, without much fuss. There didn’t seem to be a class in there now. Maybe she could just slip in and grab it?

She eased the door open gently… and then almost dropped her backpack in surprise.

Miss Thompson was sprawled, nearly nude, in her wooden rolling chair! Her skirt was bunched around her middle, panties on the floor, white blouse and bra tangled on her desk. Most surprising of all, one hand was operating Zoe’s phone, and the other hand was operating Miss Thompson’s bushy cunt!

She stepped closer, sliding the backpack gently to the floor. The teacher’s breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy… and sure enough, Zoe could see a spiral on the glowing screen. She tiptoed close enough to read over her shoulder.

You want to watch

To let the spiral suck you in

To let my spiral suck away all resistance

You want to become mindless for me, because it feels so good to stop thinking

Each word you read will bring you pleasure, and each second you spend watching will make you sink deeper and deeper, until you can’t help but obey…

She reached around her teacher’s body, and cupped both breasts at once.

Miss Thompson gasped, and then relaxed with a moan as Zoe began kneading her nipples.

“How are you doing, miss?” she whispered.

“Can’t… Can’t cum. Need to… but don’t… don’t have permission…”

“Mmmm.” Zoe tweaked her nipples, massaging her surprisingly full and warm tits. “I know it’s a lot to handle if you’re not used to it. I’ve been sliding into this rabbit hole a bit at a time for months, so I’ve built up a liiiittle bit of an immunity.” Partially true, anyway. “But my feed and my followers must have hit you like a ton of bricks.” 

Zoe giggled to herself, as her teacher panted.

“Who are you talking to,” Zoe murmured.

“M-Master of Mystery,” Miss Thompson gasped, her back arching.

Ah yes, thought Zoe. Also known as Kevin.

“Tell him I’m here. And ask him what I should do to you.”

“Master…” Miss Thompson typed, and after a moment, responded.

“He says to get on your knees and lick my s-slutty, juicy c… cunt.”

Zoe smiled. “That’s what I was hoping he was going to say,” she murmured as she knelt.

After all, she thought. Good girls obey.

[bastart13]

May we allow you to self-indulgently point out some character design details/your processes with each of the L&L redesigns~?

Oooh, sure!

I had a lot of fun designing Iseul's family. First, I'm far too happy with the colour palette. I wanted to go for a variety of leaf colours so they range from dark brown to pale yellow. Also, I wanted them all to look related without looking identical. Iseul and Imohn share a similar face shape, but Iseul and Iraia share more facial features to show off their more similar personalities. Imohn essentially looks what Iseul considers to be a more responsible version of himself, with more in common with their queenly mother.

As a twin myself, I also wanted to put effort into making Sophie and Solaire look identical, but not exactly. Similar to my sister and I, Sophie is a bit more angular. As some further contrast (I haven't drawn it yet) Sophie's eyes are black opals where Solaire's eyes are white.

Saerys runs hot, so most of his outfits expose his arms or chest in some way, even in his armour. One downside of giving him markings is that I then had to cover them up with mesh in his modern outfit to be in anyway subtle.

Another fun detail is that Alain's hair has greyed/dulled since he was a child. Also the light has literally left his eyes.

(Excuse the underwear)

But finally, everyone gets scars! I enjoy adding small scars to battle-worn characters and I had a lot of fun with these guys. People have noted it, but the MC gets Lichtenberg scars from being struck by lightning at the start of the story. The Witch Queen has similar scars from her magic. Helena also has a black, magic-scarred arm. I love the way the story explores how Helena's magic both helps and hurts her, so I thought it'd be another fun way to show that pain and her duality: one arm scarred for magic, the other armoured for her swords. (On a silly note, Altea has a burn scar on her arm, not from the war, but a cooking accident. Totally not based on a real life story)

[dystopianam]

A little summary of how the fandoms of the various neighborhoods of The Sims 2 are like

(I would like to say that all the points listed were written for joking, it is not my intention to offend anyone, every neighborhood/fandom deserves love equally and I use stereotypes just for laughs.)

Pleasantview

You are probably a new player, you have only now discovered that you can also play outside the tutorial.

Your favorite family are the Burbs (for some reason) (Currently I discovered that only the Italian fandom is obsessed with the Burbs for some reason??)

You've been obsessed with Bella Goth and have been following her mystery for years. We are in 2024 and you are still looking for or making videos or posts with the title "I FINALLY DISCOVERED THE TRUTH ABOUT THE MYSTERY OF BELLA GOTH" (Spoiler: you didn't discover anything, your theory is full of nonsensical headcanons but you are convinced that it is canon)

Oooh, silly Don ☺️☺️

Dina and Nina are bad grill but they're so hot 😰😰💦💦 🥵🥵🥵

Talk about Bella 24 hours a day

Broke?? Dreamer?? Pleasant?? Who the f they are? D: (You only know the Goths, Calientes and Lotharios because you've only played The Sims 4 so far)

BRANDINAAAAAA (POWER TO WIDOWS!!!)

The only lore you know is that of Bella Goth.

Strangetown

You're a little more "cultured" as a player. You're here because you're passionate about Bella's story, but now you also love the lore of Strangetown and have enough knowledge about the lore of both neighborhoods.

Cactus and Aliens aesthetic.

Obsessed with PascNerv.

Joking about Loki face and piss jokes about Vidcund H24 (The only thing you talk about is that)

RIPP IS THE ONLY VICTIM, TANK IS A STUPID ASSHOLE!!! RIP RIPP 😭😭😭😭

Vidcund sexy man, his favorite color is yellow because he have a bladder problem.

Fans obsessed with Vidcund to the point that it turns a joke into something worrying with people actually fighting over a bunch of pixels with buck hair.

Loki and Circe do BDSM.

VERONAVILLE

The fandom has a large number of 11 members. Half of them are here just for the Tycutio.

They look indignantly at the PV & ST fandom, with a glass of wine in hand, they feel superior but they never knew anything about Shakespeare's works until now.

Ahaha Mercutio raccoon boy 🦝

Ahah Tybalt angry pussy 🐱

KENT IS OUR LORD

Everyone in Veronaville are LGBT+ except Romeo.

Ahahah Gnomeo!

Wait...what are you telling me it's Romeo & Juliet and not Mercutio & Tybalt??? Didn't Shakespeare write a gay tragedy???

Old men yaoi

Old women yuri

VIOLA EXISTS, FUCK YOU ALL, I HAVE A HUGE LIST OF COMPLETELY INVENTED DETAILS ABOUT HER THAT CERTIFY HER EXISTENCE. SHUT UP. NO ONE CAN ASSUME A GENDER FOR HAMLET. IF HAMLET WANTS TO FEEL LIKE AN AUNT AND NOT AN UNCLE YOU JUST HAVE TO STAY MUTE.

Antonio swears on his restaurant, his family and his cappuccino.

Riverblossom Hills, Desiderata Valley & Belladonna Cove

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