#sir if you keep looking like that ill have to bite you

[moonchansunlix]

[homelandersbitch]

♱ ₊˚ Keep those eyes on me. ⌒⏜꒦

‎ㅤ ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏₊ ⊹ Homelander x Employee ! Reader .ᐟ

⠀⠀ ▰ 🦇 𖦹 WARNINGS : 18+ only , children go away . May include : 18 plus setting and themes , cursing , sexual actions and descriptions , kinks such as daddy kink and God worship kinks , you've been warned .ᐟ ✹

Homelander quickly walked into the meeting room of the Vaught Towers with you scurring behind him as the doors shut behind you, locking instantly. Homelander stopped at the end of the large table as you followed after him as he began to speak in his usual tired of everyone and wanting them all to die voice .

" So, y/n. How are we going to fix those...listening problems of yours .? "

You stared at him with confusion in your eyes and face , what the hell did he mean by listening problems ? You were one of the best the company has had since ashley first started and now that she was in charge you were now homelander's main assistant , which you hated especially when he had his angry moments and would shout at half of the employees and watch them cower in fear as they wondered if he was going to let them go or kill them right there , God how many times you prayed to make sure to stay on his good side and now...here you were.

" S-sir I'm sorry but , I'm not sure I follow-"

That's not what he wanted to hear , especially not from his assistant and someone who he practically spent all his days with . He walked over to you and you quickly looked up at him as he stopped infront of you and stared into your eyes . His blue eyes staring into your eyes felt like that of his lazer eyes just melting into your skull and brain.

" Get on your knees , now . Or ill fucking lazer you to death . "

You quickly gulped but got onto your knees quickly and obediently , you didn't want to die especially not in a gruesome way such as having your boss kill you because he was having one of his bitchfits and you were the victim for the day . Once you got onto your knees homelander smiled and tilted your head up to look at him and he was gorgeous in that lighting , the way it showed off the blue in his eyes and the blonde hair and his perfect skin , he was just godlike and he knew it .

" That's a good fucking girl , look at you finally listening like a good fucking girl hm? How about we have some fun while we have our break ."

You gulped at that , you knew exactly what he meant by that . He was a very secluded person and that meant having alot of pent up sexual anger and tension and now , you were his plaything , before you could even think he quickly shoved his fingers into your mouth as he gave a sickeningly dark grin .

" That's it , just like that you fucking...dirty girl . Suck it like you need it . "

He said as you continued to suck on his fingers , which caused him to bite his lip . You could see how hard he was , he needed you badly and we wasn't leaving until he got what he wanted , which you knew you'd have to give him.

" Mmm...you ready for the real deal now sweetheart .?"

You nodded quickly and he began to undo his pants and take his already hard and leaking pre cum cock out . You stared at it for a moment and gulped at the size , he'd had to be the biggest you'd seen . You can hear him chuckling at your reaction to his cock and quickly moved your head up .

" You've never seen the dick of a god before ? "

You gawked at what he said and before you could even speak he shoved his cock into your mouth as you gagged at the size , he let out a groan as he began to thrust into your mouth and down yout throat as looked down at you and chuckled deeply .

" Mmm you better suck it like you mean it , Y/N . You better make your fucking god cum all in your stupid little mouth. That's all your good for anyway ."

You stared at him , he definitely had a bad god complex and he was making sure you knew that you were going to be the one to fill his need for it . He began to tug on your hair as we went faster and faster in your mouth as you let out a soft grunt as you sucked on him as best as you knew how and it seemed he really liked it because before you knew it you had him cumming down your throat as he let out a deep grunt

" F-fuck fuck...that was the fastest some fucking slut has made me cum."

He cleaned off his tip with your tongue before he pulled his pants back up as you sat there and took in everything that happened , your boss just used you as a fucktoy and your not mad or scared or feel used ...you feel proud that you were the one that made a god like him cum , and even he liked it .

" T-Thank you..my god...you tasted amazing ..."

" Y-Yes my god ..."

You stammered out as you slowly got off your knees which hurt you after his rough thrusting into your mouth , he looked you over as you stood back up fully . He examined you and gave a chuckle as he began to walk out of the room since your shared lunch break has ended .

" You've got some of my cum on your shirt sweetheart , but don't worry about it. You'll be needed again in 45 minutes. "

And with that he smiled and walked out of the room , leaving you staring out the window with excitement in your eyes .

꒷꒦︶︶꒷︶︶꒦꒦︶︶꒷꒦꒷꒦︶︶꒷︶︶꒦꒦︶︶꒷꒦

( Maybe a part two?....hmmm if there's ever a part two I'll link that HERE.** )

[lychniis]

⚘ — SILVER FOX // JING YUAN.

i. SYNOPSIS : your lands refuse to grow your crops and the days trickle down to the last vestiges of your desperation. and so, you call upon a huli jing. ( jing yuan x reader )

ii. WARNING(S) : this is so messily written guys look away IKUHGFGH, fox spirit jing yuan, not much romance, it's pretty short to and is mostly a brain blurb spare me.

# masterlist

He comes to you quietly in the dark, after nine nights of praying — first as a small silver furred fox, then a man with moonbeams in his hair, pattering out of the shadowed corners and into your line of sight. 

He seats himself on the floor before you and you place your offering forth: one fish, painstakingly hunted from the nearest river and some unseasoned rice in a chipped wood bowl. You think of your dead lands, and the starvation and the despair and the debt slinking at the bottom like a pacing tiger and you tell yourself to be brave. There’s more to lose, turning him away with fear. There’s far more to lose, with your dead lands. 

“Pour me a cup.” he speaks up, passing you a jar of baiju, then two glasses. “And one for yourself too.”

“Yes sir…lord…” you stutter and do so, first for him, with yours after. 

The fox spirit laughs. You prickle up, staring into the clear drink with helplessness pulling at your throat. “Are you nervous? Just call me Jing Yuan.” He takes a sip before he settles with his fish and rice. “You’ve fed me, after all. I’m less inclined to eat you now.”

You shoot him a horrified look. 

“I jest.” he sighs after a few bites. “Now tell me, what do you need? You can ask me for one thing.”

You stutter. “I…” Replenish our fields. “I…I don’t know.” It feels like too much. Like an offer too willingly handed out with an air of ease. It was foolish, you think now, dealing with gods and spirits and their chaos. Foolish.

He barks, and you have a feeling that perhaps, he is unsurprised. “You humans seem rather indecisive sometimes,” he admits. “I could never understand your ways. My forests and land are mine and I simply take what I need.” The gold in his gaze reflects into the rippling baiju. It’s a sun, a fire, a molten piece of metal. It burns. He doesn’t lie. They are his, for his claws to tear and reap and devour. 

Still, you speak. “I’m not sure what to expect.” you admit, feeling stupid. Jing Yuan smiles. There’s a flash of white, the deathly glint of a too-sharp canine and you wonder if they’ve tasted blood. You might not be the first in the end. Huli Jings could be benevolent on one good day and let in abundance. On others they revel in the miseries of men. 

“Your caution isn’t uncalled for.” he muses. “But I keep my word, if that’s an assurance. I can heal illnesses, replenish your fields, win you a few battles. Maybe even spark some lightning if you like that.” he waves his hand as he rattles out his points. “And maybe I could bless you with a child. But I see no spouse and I doubt you need another mouth to feed.”

Your face flushes. “Your generosity is appreciated.” you look to the side, a little lost. The lands. The lands meant the crops could grow The lands meant the debt from those two catties of rice could be paid off. “My lands.” you finally relent. “Replenish them please, milord.”

Jing Yuan narrows his eyes. A calculating shift darkens sunny aureate to simmering amber. “Is that all?” he asks again.

“Yes.” you nod solemnly. “That’s all.”

“Alright then.” he muses. “Wake at dawn tomorrow and plough the soil. Do not stop till it’s done.” he tilts his head. “I reward hard work, and I trust you will earn it.”

“Of course.” you reply quickly. A part of you is peeved that no divine design is thrown aloft, no spectacle or show. But the unabashed authority, almost expectant in a sense, humbles that voice down quickly. It’s fair you put your salt into it. It’s fair. “I will. Thank you, milord.”

( There is always more to lose. Food, medicine, comfort for the coming winters; and what is plowing to your fields compared to the aching pangs in your stomach that scream and scream and scream for more than the meager bit of dried vegetable and rice you have once a day? )

Jing Yuan’s lips curl. He finishes the last of his fish, stifles back a sleepy yawn. You blink — and he’s gone, leaving behind the cleaned utensils laid before you.

You do what the Huli Jing asks of you. The sun bares down on your back. The plow is slippery against the sweat in your hands. Still, you work, and work, and work till you collapse into the night after the deed is done and every bit of dirt is scoured off rocks and dug into.

The next morning, you see the first signs of it.

The tiny bits of green poking out of the damp earth.

There is a silver fox within the bushes, watching you with an air of smugness. Your eyes meet and you smile at it, a little more than grateful and it stills, the tiniest wag of it’s tail betraying some contentment, at least. 

( You place another bit of fish out for him that night. An empty plate is returned to your doorstep later ).

AINE | 2024. do no plagiarize, repost or rework this piece.

[chubby-needy-puppy]

I’d invite you over to hang out and greet you warmly at the door. I’d have games set up, snacks, drinks, a lot of wine… I’d pressure you to drink, very gently though. We’d watch your favourite shows and movies and I’ll keep pouring you glass after glass. Maybe I’ll convince you to smoke some weed with me too… no… I’ll give you edibles without telling you what it is. It’ll take an hour or two before it kicks in and when it does I’ll sweetly shush you and hold you. I’ll play with your hair and tell you it’s okay, that you’re safe and you’ll be okay.

“I told you it was edibles… don’t you remember?” I’ll ask you convincingly,

“You must be too high to remember… let me get you some tea.”

I’ll put away the wine, but I’ll bring you cold peach tea, spiked. You won’t even taste the alcohol since you’re too fucked up.

I’ll comfort you and cuddle you, hold you tight and make you feel safe, then I’ll turn on some porn. Puppy play porn. Anytime you try and say something I’ll “shush” you and give you a snack, hand feed you a grape or just shut you down. My hands will start trailing along your body, up under your shirt and playing with your nipples while you’re so cross faded and out of it you can’t stop me. Maybe you’ll pull at my hands, or try to push me off, I’ll just chuckle darkly in your ear,

“Good puppy! So cute!!! I love play fighting with my cute little pup!”

One of my hands will make its way in your pants, rubbing your tdick through your undergarment.

“Good puppy. Poor puppy… can barely move… I’ll make you feel like a good pup, my puppy.”

I’ll grip you until you get wet, then I’ll undress you violently, not caring if I rip or ruin them. I’ll grab some more alcohol and hold your head up by grabbing your chin and force more alcohol down your gullet. I’ll spit in your mouth afterwards so you swallow me with it. You’ll be gasping for air and I’ll push you roughly against the couch, the cold air brushing against your bare and vulnerable skin, ill shove two fingers inside your wet hole and finger fuck you as I tower over you, the other hand around your neck.

“Fucking, whore! You love this don’t you?” I’ll grunt while I assault you. As I finger you I’ll push my knee on your tdick, holding you down and grinding you against me. I’ll finger you until you feel like you need to piss, then I’ll press my knee into your bladder and make you squirt all over.

“What a dirty pup!” I’ll growl, degrading and making fun of you.

I’ll take my throbbing cock out and drag your head to it, rubbing my cock under your nose.

“Suck it.” I’ll pinch your nose until you gasp for air and shove my cock down your throat.

“Be a good puppy for daddy and maybe I won’t rape your other holes.” I lie. I force fuck your throat and pull out when I’m bored.

“You did so good puppy!” I’ll smile smd compliment you, then drag you off the couch so I can bend you over,

“But I lied about not raping you.”

I’ll slide my wet cock full of your saliva inside your puppy breeding hole, and I’ll pound my seed into it.

“Fuck pup, you’re so tight.” I’ll groan as I slide into you,

“I can’t help it. It’s your fault daddy is so hard. You look so handsome all dumb for me.”

I’ll thrust into you,

“You shouldn’t have trusted an older guy, dumb mutt. Now look at you, you’re so wet, you’re enjoying this. You enjoy being nothing but rapemeat, just another puppy to breed, you love being my toy.”

Ill fuck you hard, holding you tight so you can’t get away.

“Ahh fuck. I’m going to cum inside you now. Gonna breed this puppyhole!”

I’ll keep thrusting while I cum, pushing my cum as far into you as I can. When I’m finished, I’ll stay inside you and I’ll move us so you’re sitting on my lap, my cock still stuffed inside of you.

“You did so good pup… you’re mine now.” I’ll bite your neck hard, bruising you as I rub your tdick.

“You’re staying here puppy, I need you to cum more times on my cock.”

We’ll stay like that until I decide otherwise. <3

Gdnvgfbv yes sir- I mean please daddy- I mean uhhhh 😵‍💫😵‍💫🐶

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Rich White Men Parties

Summary: Reader feels sick and Tony makes her go to the gala anyway. Pepper comes to your rescue.

TW: vomiting, swearing (once), fever, illness, not being believed, semi-nudity (consented)

Pairing: Pepper x Reader (platonic)

Words: 2k

A/n back at it with the marvel fics again!!!

You needed to show face. It was a fact, one tony had been reminding you of, all week. He knew you hated the gala, thats what you had skipped the last three of them. And now Tony had put his foot down.

On Tuesday he enlisted steve. The two of them had stated that if you skipped this gala, you would be benched from missions for a month

On Wednesday you had been feeling a little off. Chalking it up to a restless nights sleep you drank some more water and took a nap.

Thursday was when things started to go down hill. The water you drank had done nothing. Well … it made you need to pee more but that was it. You had a headache that would have probably taken down Thor.

By Thursday evening you felt like shit on a stick. Your head hurt, your eyes hurt, and your body ached all over. You had decided it was too much. Which was what led you to this point.

You were stood on the threshold of Tony’s lab, debating if this was worth it. You flipped the idea over in your mind like an omelette and decided to just bite the bullet.

You cleared your throat and stepped into the lab. However, that just made your throat hurt.

Tony’s eyes snapped up from his work bench. Peter was sat down on a stool nearby doing homework and his head lifted slowly to watch.

“Mr Stark?” You said timidly.

“Yes?” Tony responded seemingly already annoyed.

“I… I don’t think i can make it to the gala.” You began but he cut you off.

“I don’t wanna hear it L/n. You know the consequence, benched or gala.” He said and turned his eyes back to his work.

“But sir-“ you pressed, and he cut you off again which made you huff quietly.

“Parker? You don’t hear excuses, do you?” Tony asked peter childishly.

“Well sir-“ peter started.

“Never mind kid. Y/n the answers still no.” Tony said.

“Sir she doesn’t look so good.” Peter said taking in your sickly appearance.

“She can shape-shift Pete. If anyone can fake sickness, it’s her. Now finish your homework.” Tony said before turning back to face you.

The flush on your cheeks may have been from anger, embarrassment or the start of a fever, you didn’t know, but it was there.

“L/n, get yourself together. We all hate the media. Press conferences suck. Galas are a step up from that. You, as an avenger, have shown face the least of everyone. It’s impacting your funding, the teams funding. If you want to keep getting missions, you need to give SHEILD a reason to have you in the field more. And on top of training, you need people to like and respect you. Get yourself cleaned up and put your big girl pants on. You're coming to the gala tomorrow night or … like steve said your benched for a month.” Tony said before turning back to his project.

You knew it was over, with a pitying look from peter you nodded to the kid and slunk off down the hall.

You had spent the rest of your day wasting away in your bed. Nausea began to grow in your stomach and despite your body’s protest you forced down a meagre dinner of white rice and chicken.

You called in for an early night and hoped it would all be over tomorrow.

When you woke you felt like shit. Your eyes were tired and sore as you opened them. You dragged your gaze over to the bedside table and almost jumped out of your skin. It was three in the afternoon. You had maybe two and a half hours before the gala started.

Your bones ached, your skin ached, your eyes and your head ached. And more than anything you wanted nothing to do with the gala. But you couldn’t be benched for a whole month. But even now as you felt like hell had frozen over, did it begin seeming like a little less of an awful fate. It was better than throwing up on yourself in front of a room of rich white men in stuffy suits with models hanging off their arms and every word. God, you hated galas.

You pressed a palm to your eye in an attempt to dull the pounding ache in your skull. It did nothing to stave off the persistent form of torture.

You willed yourself to get up, taking at least three spoons to get out of bed.

You stumbled once you were on your feet, steadying yourself on the wall as the room spun and your stomach lurched violently into your chest.

You took carefully calculated wobbly steps to the bathroom before crashing to your knees and heaving. It was unpleasant to say the least. You spat out the foul taste and stood to flush the toilet. You brushed your teeth and inspected your reflection in the mirror. Lifting a finger to make sure that sick and tired looking person in the bathroom mirror really was you.

It was.

You checked the clock and decided to just start getting ready no matter how much you just at wanted to sleep despite having done nothing but sleep all day.

You grabbed the first dress you could find. A tight black number with a slit in the side that almost was something to write home about … almost.

It dipped low on your chest to show off your debt to god otherwise known as perfect boobs. It hugged in the middle to accentuate that snatched waistline and thighs.

You put it on and shivered. It was cold in the thin fabric, or maybe it was too warm. Who knew.

You sat down harshly at the vanity and put on a thick layer of makeup to cover the exhaustion and pale sweaty skin complete with deep purple eye-bags.

You slathered it on thick and fast before checking the time again. You swallowed back the growing pit of sickness in your stomach and began to tame your wild hair.

By the time you had slowly managed to look alive again it was past time for the gala to start.

You summoned your remaining strength to drag yourself up out of the chair. You looked in the mirror once more and fixed your long curly hair.

Sighing you tried to smile like you weren’t dying of a headache what was most likely the initial stages of the flu.

Deeming it good enough you stated out of gala.

When you entered the well-lit room of stuffy rich people your head wanted to split open. And you were ready to let it if it helped.

The music hurt your head, the lights hurt your eyes and the stuffy rich men hurt your soul which was fighting valiantly to leave your body.

You trudged over to a seat in the corner and sat down trying to hide from it all.

The avengers plus pepper were spread across the floor mingling. You watched them from your perch and brooded. Stupid tony and his stupid ego. He could fund the avengers single handedly and still run stark industries.

You fought to keep your head up as exhaustion rolled over you in waves of crushing fatigue.

You groaned quietly and turned to look out the window.

After a few minutes you felt the nausea returning. After a few more you knew there was no stopping the next onslaught of vomiting.

You stood and shivered, heading for the women’s bathrooms, knowing there was no time to find some real privacy.

You hurried across the floor and into the bathroom. You beelined for the largest stall, not bothering to lock it and sunk to your knees.

Your head hovered above the bowl as you gagged and tired to fight it off.

In your haste you had missed that one of the stalls was occupied. Now as you fought heart and soul to not empty your stomach into the toilet, someone was quickly washing their hands.

Then a small knock sounded on the bathroom stall.

“Are you ok in there?” A voice asked and in your fevered haze you failed to recognise its owner. You wanted to respond but you knew if you opened your mouth, it was all over.

As there was no response the door began to open as you turned around again in time to throw up.

Peppers gentle hands scooped your hair off your collar and up out of the way. She used her other hand to gently rub circles on your back.

“It’s ok Y/n/n. You’re alright. Get it out.” She hushed and when you were done you turned to face her with a weak smile.

“Thanks pep.” You rasped.

“Too much to drink?” She chuckled and you didn’t respond, instead spacing out looking at her high heeled shoes. “Y/n/n?” She prompted a frown marring her lips and a wrinkle in her brow. “Earth to Y/n.” She said and still without a response she brushed a curl from your eyes before quickly retracting her hand.

After a second, she replaced it, laid flat against your forehead.

“Oh honey.” She said looking sad. “You’re sick. You have a fever darling.” She cooed and you looked at her with tears on your waterline.

“I know.” You pouted trying not to cry. “Tony wouldn’t listen.” You sobbed.

“Oh sweetie. He’ll listen to me. You and I are going to head to bed, and I’ll look after you. You’re not well and need rest. Whatever Tony thinks, he has another thing coming. Now can you stand up?” She asked softly.

You nodded and slowly stood, swaying on your feet slightly as you did. Pepper put an arm around you and leaned over to flush the toilet.

Then she gently guided you out of the bathroom and over to the lift.

It was a slight blur but before you knew it you were sat on your bed as pepper gently used a cloth to wipe off your makeup.

“For someone who’s hands haven’t stopped shaking, you did a great job on the makeup.” She smiled and you nodded, too fevered to really register the compliment from the queen of galas herself. She looked at you sadly and headed to the bathroom.

She disposed of the washcloth and picked up a thermometer. Coming back to the bed she put the thermometer into your mouth and gently guided you out of your dress. Leaving you in a bra and panties. She slipped on a large T-shirt you slept in and braided your hair.

Then she took out the thermometer and frowned.

“Tonys a deadman.” She said and popped out two fever reducers for you.

She laid her hand on your forehead again to gauge if it was higher than before or not and clicked her tongue. “Defiantly getting these meds.” She said to herself and deposited them in your hands.

She helped you have some water and the medicine and tucked you into bed.

“I’m going to go change but I’ll be back later to check on you. Don’t worry honey, we’ll make sure you get well in no time. I’ll look after you.” She said and Jarvis turned down the lights as she sat down, promising to stay until you fell asleep and to be there when you woke up.

Pepper was like the mum you never had, and it was everything and all your little heart could handle or ever need.

[kassifieddocuments2]

alright ill bite. a little thing for @subeddieweek with sprinkles of some of the prompts. SFW, bathing, hint of possessive Steve, non-sexual intimacy, pre-relationship, Kas!Eddie, kind of accidental subspace?, Eddie calls Steve 'sir' once (tumblr exclusive for now because titles are hard)

“Eddie?” Steve called out, shutting the door behind him.

Things have been hard since the beginning of the end, as some liked to call it. Steve was trying to be optimistic, though. He found Eddie in the woods a few days ago and nursed him back to health.

Eddie had begged him to keep his return secret. He wasn't ready for everyone to know. 

In the end, he'd valued Eddie's trust enough. He wasn't going to risk the maybe-undead man running off just to stop Dustin from being mad at him once Eddie was ready.

Though he would never admit it, there was a part of him that couldn't bear the thought of telling anyone else. Eddie was his now, in a way.

Like a siren's call, Eddie's voice pulled him further inside. Guided him to the bathroom with an echo of “Steve!”

He'd clearly been out again. Blood and dirt sat under his nails and in his hair, evidence of yet another hunt.

“You need help, Eds?” Steve asked, glancing at the water running pink under Eddie's hands. “I don't mind cleaning you up again.”

I don't mind. Of course he didn't mind. He wanted to, if anything. Steve liked taking care of people. Liked taking care of Eddie.

It was nice, hearing the gentle purrs that came from Eddie when he was scratched behind his ears. Washing his hair got easier after the first time, with the caked-on grime gone.

Steve pulled him to the shower, carefully peeling off both their clothes before the water was even on. “There we go, good boy.” He praised, pressing a kiss to Eddie's forehead.

Eddie bumped his head against Steve's hand with a chirp. It's something he had gotten used to, now. The undead didn't like speaking, preferring those soft noises when he could get away with it.

Both of them were dancing around whatever was going on between them. Steve would go to great lengths to take care of any of his friends, he knew that. Would he let anyone else sit in his lap in the shower? Probably not. Maybe Eddie really was different to him. Maybe it was all some vampire hypnosis.

He didn't care. 

Not when Eddie was purring into his chest, genuinely looking ready to fall asleep in the shower. “Hey.” Steve whispered. “Wanna go to bed, hon?”

Eddie nodded, though he whined a little when he had to stand up. Steve took extra care guiding him to his bedroom, tossing him some old clothes. There was an odd intimacy in dressing together, so unlike anything he'd felt in a locker room. Maybe it was knowing that they'd fall asleep in the same bed.

Maybe it was the fact that he liked Eddie.

They'd talk about it eventually. Hopefully before their true final stand against the Upside Down.

Steve was sure that the next real battle, win or lose, would be it. They'd win or they'd die.

For now?

He could fall asleep with Eddie's whisper of “night, sir” and pretend it didn't do anything to him.

[poetthewriter]

Excuse me sir, may I have some Etho fluff? Just a little to spare.

Drink water and touch grass! -🪓anon

KitsuneEthoslab x GnReader

Cookie Kisses

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕= 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒃&𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔🌱🧄🌿

The sky is dark and the shopping district is silent as soft white snow falls down from the sky, a gently lit lantern sways back and forth as the light guides your way, heat realises its self from the tiny crackling fire but the heat is only enough to warm the frosted feeling in you finger tips. snow crunches underneath warm boots and the wind harshly snaps you face.

walking through the shops and stores a joyful smile forms on your face the beautiful blue glow reaches you as you look through the widows of the alley sanctuary, your eyes shimmer reflecting the enchanting view and from afar someone admires the charming looks that belong to you.

Etho sits like a cat on a firm branch of a spruce tree, one by one 9 tails show them self's behind his back matching the color of the freezing snow and mimicking the chilled wind, his tails resembles the tail of an arctic fox snowy white with soft periwinkle tips.

Ethos hair falls over his face as as he tilts his head onto his hand, you continue walking your cold path but a patch of ice is not so happy to let you pass on without harm, hidden under the snow you trip, slipping back onto the ice.

Holding your head soothing the flashes of pain pounding on the back of your head, a silhouette stands in front of you hold out a hand to pick you up from your pained state, "Are you alright dear" Ethos tall stance lowers as he puts an arm around you picking you up. "i would offer you some ice to help your head but i don't think you need more, already got enough ice to the head" he laughs out breathily.

As you pull your self up your friend supports you with his arm, feeling a bit dizzy still Ethos pulls you in to Scars cookie shop sitting you down to rest for a moment. "thanks Etho" you look at him with a smile and he returns one right away.

"Anytime, So Y/n what ya doing out shopping so late?" Etho responds in his quiet sweet deep voice.

"Well I'm going on a trip soon to some other servers to go scouring for some gifts for everyone I know its still quite early but I'm always rushing and I'm not to good at keeping up with getting all the gifts, I came to grab some elytra's". you respond with a embarrassed tone.

"ah I see well are you feeling alright now?"

"oh yeah, don't worry ill live"

Etho stand up and quickly grabs a cookie from Scars shop counter leaving him some cash and bringing it back over to you, your eyes question him at why he bought you one, Scars shop is fairly new and you haven't had the time to check out and support you good friends business so unbeknownst to you you didn't know the spell put on the tasty cookies.

"Oh, thank you Etho" you say to him as he hands you a cookie, slowly you take a bite out of the cookie as you close your eyes, soft and chewy and... huh? opening your eyes you see yourself teleported right Infront of Etho, of course embarrassed you go to get of of him but his hand pulls you in stroking your cheek.

"Y/n" he looks at you with loving eyes, pulling down his mask he looks at you again, "may i kiss you?" your heart strings pull tight and you feel as if the air has been knocked out of your lungs, looking as his face you stare in shock, Etho and yourself have known each other for years now he has been there and been by your side.

It was him all along, you and him. he watched over you taking care of you and being your best friend, you and him all along.

your face warms up as he awaits you answer and finally you speak up. "yes" you say to him, his face leans in and his lips are warm its only a peck and it only lasts a few moments but its full, full of love.

"That is one gift off your list" he smile holding you "may i take you home lovely?" he looks at you with a smirk pulling his mask up again, without responding you grab his hand and walk out of the shop, as the two of you walk past the spot of ice you tripped on he looks over at it and speaks up.

"What, lovely weather"

A/n-sorry it took so long hope ya can forgive me 🪓💕

[grimalkinmessor]

Okay okay okay. So. I have yoinked the translations. And here are my thoughts on chapter 407.

All For One was not born evil, he was literally just born as a baby. Do you condemn people that ate their twin in the womb for killing their would-be sibling and say that they're born evil? NO.

I very much think—especially with the rats and the river thing even though I also think that's some mythology bullshit Remus and Romulus style—that All For One and Yoichi likely weren't taken in by humans for a WHILE. LOOK AT BABY FOR ONE. NO ONE IS PICKING THAT FUCKING THING UP AND TAKING IT HOME. Do you expect children raised by wolves not to bite you? Honest to God the most surprising thing about that whole chapter was the fact that Yoichi had morals. And that either of them knew how to speak human language at all. Like,,,,Yoichi becoming a morally good person after having his twin yoink most of his nutrients in the womb, cannibalizing his mother's corpse with said twin, and then likely growing up in the fucking woods after almost being eaten by rats and drowning in a river—that's a fucking miracle!! Yoichi is the odd one here!! Where did his morals come from?? Sir where did you get those? The world sure as hell didn't give them to you because DAMN.

My point is that had Baby For One been taken in by a nice family and gotten a shit ton of fucking therapy for his apathy and feralness he might've been alright. Or—maybe not alright but definitely not the creature that we saw in this chapter good LORD. I'm now convinced that any humanity that All For One developed came solely from the need to manipulate people. Otherwise he'd still be stabbing and biting them to death in complete silence like (⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠)

ANYWAY. Their backstory very pointedly focuses only on several key, damning points in All For One's history. The sapping of nutrients from Yoichi, the eating of their mother, the stealing of her Quirk, the killing of civilians and law enforcement alike—everything that leads up to his name. All For One. And yet it doesn't answer any of the other questions! Like where he and Yoichi grew up, WHAT HIS REAL NAME IS (which. is this now confirmation that AFO named Yoichi. did i get that part right at least. did i.), how they survived beyond that initial river flood, the progression of the world beyond them. I have more questions, not less.

Plus—Yoichi was clothed. All For One was in what seemed to be rags. Yoichi did not seem to be starving or severely ill. Which means that All For One likely was taking care of his basic needs as the "stronger" sibling. Because Yoichi was one of his "things", and of course he wouldn't want his things to be overly sickly and thin and dirty. If I'm not mistaken I'm pretty sure Yoichi even had shoes, while All For One was wandering around barefoot like a little vagabond. Now, All For One definitely beat Yoichi up plenty, we can see plenty of evidence of that both in this chapter and past ones—as long as Yoichi isn't irreparably harmed then AFO doesn't seem to have a problem whacking him around to keep him in line. They were probably never openly affectionate or even emotionally close, but Yoichi was still the only person that All For One seems to see as...a person. And even then :')

ANYWAY, my point is that you can't criticize the chapter for having an unreliable narrator, because they've literally done that before. Multiple times throughout this series, there have been multiple backstories revealed ONLY TO BE REREVEALED FROM A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE. I'm fairly sure, since we get All For One's inner thoughts and not Yoichi's, that 407 is from AFO's perspective. Another reason to believe it's from his perspective is because there's no other way that anyone could've known that their mother was a prostitute and she died by the river giving birth to them, other than All For One having access to those memories through the vestige of his mother's Quirk. I think that's also why Yoichi's death scene was so vague—All For One likely blocked a lot of it out.

I think we'll get Yoichi's perspective at some point too (we BETTER get Yoichi's perspective), but for a chapter seen through All For One, it's a lot like Tomura's origin chapter. Of course All For One, the chunni asshole edgelord, paints himself as someone who was BORN evil. Who ignores the nuance to go NO I WAS ALWAYS EVIL I WAS MADE TO BE LIKE THIS BECAUSE I ENJOY IT IMMENSELY.

Tldr; 407 was AFO's perspective of his own origin, which includes an incredible amount of bias and lacks a lot of the basic answers that an origin story usually gives. He IS evil, but it's naive to say he was born that way.

[doctorgerth]

a/n: Ngl, this piece had me kicking my feet ahhh I’m down so bad for Smoker 🥰 He’s such a grumpy gus when he’s in love <3 Not sure if I really captured Smoker/Tashigi’s relationship well here, my apologies! Read to find out if Smoker gets a lil lip action or not! 😉💕

pairing: Smoker x GN!Reader

word count: 1.6k

candy heart prompt: Miss You — Missing the Other

SMOKER + MISS YOU

You’d been away on your mission for a few days now and Smoker wasn’t handling it well.

The Marines were uneasy, sensing their Commander’s own unease taking over the entirety of the base like a thick fog. Most avoided his presence unless directly commanded by him as they noticed he was grumpier than usual, enforcing mundane tasks out of frustration and rebuking his subordinates for even the tiniest of mistakes. One person was able to place Smoker’s discontent, and she only gently teased him about it.

“It seems a little gloomy without (Y/N) around. Don’t you agree, sir?” Tashigi spoke up in the quiet office as she organized a drawer in one of the filing cabinets.

He only grunted, not even bothering to look up as he continued scanning documents, scribbling notes, and signing his name. Tashigi spent a lot of time organizing papers that could keep her superior distracted enough to lessen his fussing at Marines undeserving. He preferred seclusion anyhow, that much she understood. What she failed to understand was that she was encroaching on said seclusion. Especially as she kept pushing the subject of you. Wasn’t the point of all this to keep him from thinking of you?

“I hope (Y/N) is okay. I wonder how the mission is going. Do you think they’ve met any interesting people?”

The idea of you meeting people, both dangerous and friendly, left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was fully confident in your capabilities, he wouldn’t have signed off on your mission otherwise, but the fact that he was not there to ward off anybody with any sort of ill intentions towards you made his gut twist. Smoker didn’t even want to think about the friendly ones. Who was making you laugh, keeping you company, who you might be interested in. He’s always felt a sense of protectiveness towards his subordinates, but there was something entirely different in his sense of protectiveness towards you. He’d never felt jealous in regards to his other subordinates, to put it plainly.

Tashigi was rambling while Smoker’s thoughts were once again riddled with you. Your name curved easily along a signature line meant for him as your name slipped past his mentee’s mouth in every other sentence. He mentally cursed and balled up the paper, throwing it at Tashigi’s forehead to shut her up. She gasped as it bounced off her glasses, making them crooked in the aftermath, and landed on the floor with a soft thud.

“What exactly are you trying to do here, Tashigi?” he growled. If she said your name one more time…

She glared at him as she straightened her glasses and picked up the paper, unfurling it much to his horror but he remained stoic as her eyes lit up with pure amusement upon reading his penmanship of your name, “Just trying to get you to realize that you miss them. That’s all, sir.”  

“And what good do you think that will do?” he barked out. He was painfully aware that he missed you from the moment you stepped off base. It wouldn’t bring you back any sooner, and it wouldn’t make him feel any better by coming to terms with it.

“Have you told them how you felt?” she pushed. Always pushing.

Could she see the red heat he felt creeping up his neck? “I’m not having this discussion with you. You can either leave my office or I’ll have you fired for inappropriate conversations in the workplace.”

Tashigi pursed her lips, muttering under her breath, “Well, in that case you should be fired for having inappropriate feelings in the workplace.”

“What was that?” Smoker bellowed as he stood from his chair, nearly biting his cigars in half. He felt his right eye begin to twitch and he had half a mind to throw another paper ball at her. Maybe enough paper balls from the entire stack of the piss-poor distracting paperwork.  

Tashigi waved her hands in front of her in surrender, “Nothing! What I meant to tell you is that (Y/N) is…”

“Stop saying their name!”

“I’ve only been gone for five days and you two are already bickering?” Your voice echoed down the hall and he wondered if was imagining your voice again. Yet there you were, standing in his office, not a scratch on you as you sported that comforting smile on your face he’d missed so much. He felt his shoulders relax as he exhaled the breath he’d been holding since you left.

“Returning today,” Tashigi finished, turning to you with a salute, “Welcome back, Captain.”

“It’s great to be back,” you grinned, keeping your eyes trained on the tall, speechless, white-haired Marine officer standing stiff behind his desk, “I missed the G-5.”

After a quiet moment of longing stares, his body finally began working as he discarded his cigars in the ashtray and his boots echoed heavy as they approached you. Such a simple thing, but you missed the sound of them. Now that he was standing before you, towering over you, you realized you missed the smell of smoke too, along with the warmth he constantly radiated when standing so close. Your body reacted to every sense of him. You missed him dearly.

Tashigi quietly slipped out, gently closing the door behind her as she left to finally give her superior the privacy he’d wanted.

“Didn’t miss me too bad, did you, Commander?” you teased, stepping closer, an unseen force pulling you closer to him. That same force tugged consistently at your heart for the five long days you were away.

He smiled, a notion reserved only for you, as he pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Only a little, I suppose.”

There it was, that tension between the two of you that only grew stronger with each moment you were alone. It felt near suffocating after your time apart. You knew he didn’t speak to anyone else like this, didn’t stand so close to anyone else like this, didn’t look at anyone else like this. You were something else to him, and he to you. Something beyond Marine rankings and camaraderie. As shameful as it was for a Commodore to pursue his subordinate, you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold your feelings back. You’d hoped your mission would have cleared your head, but it only drew you closer to him. Made you crave his affections even more.

Intimate touches have been exchanged in secrecy between the two of you as feelings were realized, but you needed to feel his lips against yours. To know for sure that he wanted this too. You wanted so desperately to make this agonizing yet exhilarating tension tangible. The way he continued to hold your chin up, brown eyes reflecting the loving stare you offered him, forehead colliding softly with yours, it felt as if the pieces were finally falling into place.

His eyes were first to flutter close, making your heart do somersaults in your chest, and as you followed suit, you felt the ghost of a kiss along your lips before the echoing purururu of his Den Den Mushi made the two of you jump.

Smoker’s eyes opened, staring down at you as if he was seeking your approval to ignore the call. He could care less if the entire world was ending. All that he wanted was standing right in front of him. He didn’t want to lose this moment.

“You’d better answer that.” Your hand caressed his cheek, thumb grazing across his stubble as you reassured him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He groaned loudly, like a child throwing a tantrum, and stomped over to his desk, answering the phone with distinct annoyance, “What the hell do you want?”

Silence. His furrowed brows softened, face slackened.

“Yes, sir. I understand. Thank you.”

You grew a bit worried, unable to read him as he hung up the receiver with a quick gacha. Smoker ran his fingers through his hair, making you feel overwhelmed with adoration and anxiety as you waited with bated breath.

“Is everything okay?” You were almost afraid to ask.

Another long beat of silence. You were sure you weren’t breathing at all, until he finally relayed the message with a smirk on his face.

“I got promoted to Vice Admiral.”

The happy sound you emitted was sure enough to alert the whole base as you threw your arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. Smoker squeezed back eagerly, cherishing the feeling of having you in his arms. He was unable to express it, but he hoped you knew that he was glad you were the first person he got to tell; that you were by his side when he got the news. Climbing the ranks to increase his ability to act freely has always been his goal, but the promotion felt a bit sweeter having you to celebrate with.

Tashigi returned to the room out of concern, coughing awkwardly when she caught the two of you still locked in an embrace. When Smoker shared the news, passers-by overheard and entered the office with almost hesitant congratulations. Soon enough, his entire office was full of subordinates all congratulating their new Vice Admiral. Pride swelled in your chest as he shook the hands of his subordinates and offered light smiles of thanks. So many smiles in a day — was it possible to fall even harder for him?

When everyone was preoccupied in their own conversations, Smoker bent down and whispered in your ear, “They’re hosting a banquet for all who received promotions at Headquarters. I want you to come with me.”

As if your heart couldn’t feel any fuller, you were sure to burst as you grinned from ear to ear, whispering back and squeezing his hand discreetly, “I’d be glad to.”

a/n: Soooo close! But still some happy moments here! This ending was almost entirely different (and lamer tbh) but the idea of Smoker finding out he was promoted to Vice Admiral with reader seemed like such a special moment to me and one that doesn’t *entirely* ruin the missed smooch moment. That’s another one safe until Round Two! Perhaps our next character won’t be so lucky…or will, if you consider a kiss pretty lucky. ❤️

[xchxsex]

A Night In: Mark Hoffman fic

Warning: SEVERE breeding kink like its bad and im mentally ill, mentions of pregnancy, alcohol use, praise, degradation, rough sex, oral (f and m), slapping, squirting, cervix kisses, just some rough shiz

A night in is what got me here. Normally on a Saturday night, i would be out on the town with friends, but ever since i met Detective Mark Hoffman, a night out doesn’t give as much of a thrill as just being around him. His unpredictability keeps me on edge, gives me a rush of something I haven’t felt from any man.

When i first saw him, i hate to admit that it was his cockiness that drew me to him. The way he pranced around with a “fuck you and everyone around you�� type of vibe.

I started to fall for him when one night alone, we were talking and then he did something I didn’t expect: he smiled. I felt my face heat just at the sight of it.

Ever since then I’ve been attracted to him, not knowing how to deal with these feelings. The thoughts keep me up at night. The idea of what he might look like under that blazer and baggy shirt. I know just from looking at him, he has that perfect dad bod that i long to rub my hands against.

I haven’t, but after i invited him over one night to help with cases, after he took one look at me and connected our lips. Ive had him ever since. Tonight is no different.

After having a few drinks, laughing at all the dumb shit we see around the station, it doesn’t take much to get us a little reckless.

Soon, he’s grabbing onto me, throwing me over his shoulder and taking me to his bedroom.

Tossing me on the bed, his hands are already ravaging my body, fumbling every piece of clothing on me. It’s mirroring the first time we had sex: after our kiss, he took my body exactly how he wanted to. Telling me to shut up and take it, telling me how long he’s thought of having me.

I smell the alcohol on his breath and taste it on his tongue. He practically tears the clothes off my body until I’m bare, pinned under his wide stature.

His mouth and tongue attack my chest and stomach, leaving dark bruises behind. He bites my nipple between his teeth and i wince. I reach out blindly and tug at his clothes.

“God take your fucking clothes off already!,” i groan.

My body aches for his skin against mine. I beg to kiss and lick all over his firm chest and soft stomach. That was the first thing i noticed when he took control over my body. His big tanned body, light chest hair, his wide arms. And the way it tasted, the sheer sweat that dampened his skin, the smell of his cologne mixing with it. Ugh, it was everything i could have imagined.

When i get his shirt off, busting a few buttons along the way, my hands connect to his body like metal and a magnet. I squeeze all the desired parts of him, dragging my nails gently down his chest and stomach.

“God i fucking love your body… want your stomach resting on mine when you fuck me,” i beg.

And thats what happened last time. I never expected a man with a larger gut to turn me on, but the way it made a perfect seat for me on his hips definitely changed my mind. Not being able to watch his cock slide out of me somehow made me feel it more. And fuck, the way his body cupped mine, rubbing my clit with each thrust effortlessly.

“Never had a chick tell me that before sweetheart.”

He smiles as he kisses my neck, nibbling my ear, licking a stripe along the way. His hands fondle my breasts, grabbing and tugging on the soft flesh.

“Mmph- daddy, need your cock,” i whine. I reach down and fumble his belt enough to get it unbuckled, but not before his hand wraps around my throat, pinning me to the bed.

“Now listen here you little bitch, you’re gonna lay there and be daddy’s good little fuck toy, aren’t you?”

My head goes fuzzy from him choking me. “Y-yes sir.”

He pulls off his belt with one hand, undoing the button on his dress pants. My heart is beating faster seeing the outline of his cock twitching for me. My eyes are locked on his hand as he slowly pulls down his fly. My hips squirm under him.

“Please, take them off… i need to be used daddy. Bruise my insides and make me yours,” i beg, wrapping my hands around his flexed arm.

My mouth is watering at the thought of him pulling his pants down and pulling his hard cock out.

He groans as he pulls his pants and underwear down in the front, painfully slow. His grip around my throat tightens. He gets them pulled down enough for his dick to spring up out of his clothes. God i can’t stand it anymore. I need it. I need it so bad.

My body trembles as he wraps his hand around it. “Like a dog waiting to be fed,” he smiles.

He gently pumps himself, a drop of precum falling to land on my stomach. “My cock is so full, you want to empty it for me baby? Yeah? You want to suck it?”

God, yes fuck.

“Yes daddy please, wanna suck you until you cum.”

He lets up his grip on my neck and i catch my breath. “Come suck it with that pretty little mouth until i paint your little whore face.”

I raise up and get on my knees on the bed in front of him. He runs his fingers through my hair, pulling it back out of the way. I reach my hand out and move my mouth to take him.

“Ah,” he stops me,” you gonna be my good girl and behave?”

I nod, taking him in my mouth. I feel my head jerk with a sting on my cheek. He grabs my face and makes me look up at him, drool dribbling down my lip.

“You know better than to not use your words. Daddy wants to play with his good girl, bad girls don’t get to cum as much as they want do they?”

“No daddy, i want your cock in my holes. M’ just wanna taste you.”

I finally take him in my mouth, taking him all the way down my throat. His stomach meets my face, turning my head to take the rest. I watch his eyes roll back, following his head.

“Yeah, thats daddy’s good fucking girl that he loves so much.”

My eyes water as i bob my head, sucking nice and good for him. I just want to be his good girl. My hand reaches down, palming his balls while i suck him off. Im looking up at him as much as i can, trying to please him so bad.

“Yeah? You want daddy to lick your cute little pussy when I’m done fuckin your throat?”

More than anything. I nod, using my mouth enough to prove to him that I’m his good girl. His thrusts meet my mouth deeper. I gag, blinking back tears while he uses my throat.

“Got a good little mouth on you don’t you baby? Such a pretty girl taking such a big cock huh?”

I whine against his flesh, my legs rubbing together.

“Poor thing, drunk on vodka and cock… so adorable.”

He rests one of his hands on my cheek, gently rubbing his thumb as a tear falls from my eye onto his hand. He pulls my hair back, taking me away from his cock. Gagging and catching my breath, i pump him in my hand while kissing along his v lines and stomach.

“Daddy, I’ve been such a good girl for you, please use my hole. I can’t wait any longer for your cock inside me.”

I stay looking up at him. His eyes show the power he has over me right now. He loops his thumb into my mouth and i suck it.

“Tell me darling, has a man ever made your ankles meet your ears?”

“N-no sir.” I couldn’t even imagine it; being folded in half and fucked. I don’t think I’ll have to wait very long to find out.

He lets out a satisfied ‘mhm’. “Don’t worry baby, ill show you. But not before i use you the way little whores get fucked.”

He pushes me back on the bed and flips me over on my stomach.

“Pick your little ass up right now,” he demands. I pick myself up as he places his hands on the sides of my ass. He gives a swift smack to my ass and thighs, jerking against him.

“Oh daddy,” i whine.

“Yeah?,” he slaps me again,” does it hurt?”

“Mhmph- yes.” Before i can say anything else, i feel his tongue run against my folds. I grip the sheets in front of me, fabric muffling my moans. One of my hands reaches around to press his head deeper. His tongue slips into me as my legs tighten over his head. He licks a strip up my ass before he spanks me again.

He grabs my hips and pulls me back against him. Rubbing his tip up and down my hole, i press back into him, needing to be filled. He takes my arms and pins them behind me with one hand.

“You gonna take this dick baby? Yeah? All you want to do is please daddy huh? I want that poor little head empty for me.”

Thats all i want to be right now is his personal sex toy; for him to use and abuse my body in any way he pleases.

“Mhm, fuck, please daddy. Im your little whore, only yours,” i plead.

I hear him let out a growl. “Good girl.”

He slams himself into me and I cry out in pain as his girth stretches my hole. He entangles his fingers in my hair and tugs tight, pressing my face into the bed.

He fucks into me mercilessly, unable to fight back against his movements. Im practically screaming in pleasure as he uses my hole.

“Yeah? Got a tight pussy on you don’t you baby? Whose fucking pussy is it?”

Before i can respond he slams deeper into me, hitting my cervix, shooting a pain through my body.

“It’s yours daddy it’s yours!,” is all i can make out as tears and mascara stain the sheets. He tightens his grip on my arms, balls slamming hard into my clit.

Fuck, his cock is so fucking big, pounding away at me like I mean nothing. I know i mean more to him than how he fucks me, but who doesn’t want to be treated like a princess and fucked like a whore?

I can practically hear how deep he is in me. He releases my arms and pulls me up, arching my back against his body.

“Yeah? Daddy fucking you good? You’re such a little fucking whore for me, and i love it.”

He reaches down and presses on my lower stomach and my god. I can feel him filling up my entire body almost. I cry out, my legs slamming shut before he spreads them back apart with a smack to my face.

“Keep your fucking legs open you slut. You know you like all of it, you’re just as fucked up as i am.”

I feel my orgasm brewing at my core, and i know he won’t release it yet.

“Mhm, fuck… c-can i cum?,” i ask.

“Course baby, you make a mess on my dick like a good girl.”

I relax into his arms before he squeezes my neck, his large hand wrapping all the way around.

“What do we say when daddy lets you cum?”

I choke back the saliva drooling out of my mouth.

“Thank you daddy.”

It doesn’t take long before I finish, crumbling apart into his arms. He rubs my clit, cause a liquid to spray out of me and onto the bed.

“Fuck yeah baby, squirt for me.”

When its passed over me, he lets me fall back onto the bed. He pulls out of me, flipping me on my back. Im limp against the bed, my orgasm taking all life out of me.

He pulls my legs up, folding me until my ass is in the air. He stands on the bed in front of me, slightly squatting as he slides back into me.

Roughly using me once again, he keeps my legs pinned out beside my head, hitting even deeper than before.

“Gah, daddy fuck! Y-you’re so deep inside me!”

“Shut up and take it little girl,” he growls.

He bites his lip hard, the vein in his forehead and arms popping out. He almost has a sort of anger behind his eyes, a frustration needing to be released…

And i know how to get it out.

“Please cum inside me Mark. I need your warm cum filling me up,” i whine.

He wraps a hand around my neck and squeezes.

“Shut up,” he groans, trying not to cum yet.

“Daddy- fuck please cum in me! Get me pregnant please! I wanna have your babies!,” i whine, about to make myself cum.

“Don’t you fucking get me going like that. I will flood your poor little womb until it hurts.”

I need more, i need all of his cum.

“Mhm, fuck your cum deep in my pussy daddy, breed me daddy, breed me! Mark my womb with your seed!”

He finally gives into me.

“Yeah? You want me to claim your womb with a seed for 9 months? You want my cum that bad? You want to make me a daddy?”

“Yes daddy, yes! Mhm I’m gonna cum for you again. Please cum with me, shoot your load into me!”

“Ugh, fuck, you’re such a dirty little whore begging for me to knock you up. You know how much i love that shit.”

Soon, I’m cumming again for him, not as wet this time. Then, he groans. He grips onto me tight enough to leave bruises as i feel his warmth seep into me.

“Daddy yes! Empty your balls into my hole!”

He continues to fuck into me, getting every last drop he has out.

Finally, after our highs have both subsided, he rests his legs back down, sweat falling down his forehead.

“God that was so fucking good baby, you’re amazing.”

He kisses me gently, wiping my tears away from my face. He slowly pulls out of me, not wanting to let go of him. He looks at the tainted sheets on the bed and smiles.

“How about i go run us a warm shower and we’ll get the sheets changed and go to bed?”

I smile. “That sounds nice.”

And thats what we did. He pulled me into his arms, me in one of his baggy shirts, and kissed me gently.

No matter how hard he fucks me, I’m still his special girl.

[sturnpooks]

party - ashtray

tw: sex and weed

Your pov

Me and ash were sitting on the cough smoking some weed when fez walked in " we are going to a party tonight" he stated "ok what time" ash asked " it's in like 3 hrs" fez answered.i got up not saying a thing and walked to our room and kinda slammed the door. I heard the door swing open as i was getting in the shower. I knew who it was, ashtray. " tf you slam doors for " he said sounding mad. " i didnt mean to damn" i said knowing damn well i did mean to. It was silent for a few moments, i just was trying to finish rinsing my body wash when i felt two arms wrap around my waist "Are you sure ma" he knew exactly what that name did to me. One of his hands move from my waist to my shoulder, running his fingers up and down with the water. We finish our shower, and i pick out our outfits (they are matching)

I took like three hrs to do my makeup and it looks swaggy asf (im so sorry) 

( time skip to the party cuz im lazy) We got to the party. Me and ash went to get drinks. After a couple of drinks we were drunk. I heard maddy yell "ALRIGHT BITCHES LETS PLAY TRUTH OR DARE" Me, ash, maddy, cassie, lexi, rue, and fez all were sitting on the couch. "ok ill start" cassie said "maddy truth or dare" "truth" "what is your biggest turn off" cassie asked " when they are short" maddy said giggling. "ok y/n truth or dare" maddy asked me " dare" "i dare you to give ash a lap dance" maddy told me and i did it cuz i aint no pussy. Ash whispered in my ear as i started to get up "you cant get up, you made me hard" he held me by my hips for the rest of the game. As everyone started to get up me and ash did to and ash pulled me to the bathroom.

When we got to the bathroom he pushed me up against the door and started kissing and sucking on my neck. He found my sweet spot and i made a soft moan. he started sucking and biting on that spot harder. His hand travels down to my waist pulling me closer to me if thats even possible. I can feel his hard-on against my clothed body which isnt clothed for very much longer. He slips his other hand under my shirt and makes his way to my tits. His mouth leaves my neck and we make eye contact seconds later i find myself shirtless. Both of his dark eyes make their way down to my breast, asking for permission to see them in their glory (im so so so sorry). 

(this is the set you had on btw)

i nod my head yes, His hands travel to my bra clasp and immediately undo the clasp. His eyes look as if they were the only thing keeping him alive. His lips meet my nipples and his hand meets my clothed clit and applies the smallest amount of pressure. I move my hips trying to make some friction. " needy much ma" he says full of lust. He takes his hand away from my heat and squats down to my feet and slowly takes off my shoes. He moves up to meet my face with his. Our lips meet as i palm him through his pants, he bites my lip pulling away. He takes off my pants and just admires my body. My hands meet the waist band on his pants and pull on them signaling i wanted them off, he slowly pulls them off. I take off my panties and he takes off his shirt and boxers. 

" you ready mama" he asks "yes sir" i answer. He taps on my thigh meaning he wants me to jump. I do so, he holds me up and carries me to the sink counter and sets me down. He lines himself up with my pussy. And slowly pushes his cock in me, i let out i load moan. No matter how many times we have fucked i will never get used to his size. He lets me adjust, and works his way to a harder and faster pace. The room is filled with moans and grunts.  " fuck ma" he says as he thrust in to me harder than before. "c-close" i attempt to say "hold it" he grunts out. My eyes roll back. I can feel the pressure getting harder in my stomach "i ca-cant h-h-old it" i say in between moans. "just a lil longer mamas"  he managed to say full of grunts.  After a few hard thrust he said " let it go ma" and with that i let the pressure in my stomach go. And i felt his warm cum inside of me. 

He let go of my legs and ofc they were shaking. "i like my work on you" he says being cocky. "mhm" i mumbled tired from the actions we just committed.  He cleaned me up and helped me get my clothes back on. We walked out of the bathroom and back into the room we were in before and saw everyone sitting on the couch looking at us. We made eye contact and both started busting out laughing. "yall mf are gross human beings" fez said with a wierded out face.

A/n: im sorry ik its absolute shit. But it is also my first smut. Anyway love ya babes. <3

[whumpcloud]

Delicate - Missing

content: (institutionalised) pet whump, carewhumper, heavily implied past murder, disordered eating, alcoholism, chronic illness, collars, accidental triggering, past choking, past belting, fainting, it as a pronoun

Sir hasn't outlined any rules yet, so Peter is trying to make guesses. He cleans every morning, before Sir wakes up - Sir sometimes sleeps right into the afternoon, but Peter wakes up at eight in the morning out of habit - and that seems to make Sir happy. Peter couldn't help how good he felt when Sir first praised him for how clean everything was, even though Peter noticed some rubbish he hadn't picked up immediately after and felt intensely guilty.

Maybe Sir wants Darling to ask? Or he might be the kind of Master that only explains the rules when they get broken. Peter, and he keeps forgetting but he's Peter now and he likes being Peter so why is it so hard, thinks about it as a few days pass. Sir has been so kind, too, it makes Peter worry about breaking a rule. Sir even gave him his own place to sleep! Not that Peter minded sleeping with Master, Master was warm and usually gentle and smelled nice when he didn't smell like whiskey, but Peter has never had his own space before, even if that space amounts to an oddly spacious cupboard with the only explanation being Sir mumbling something about an unused laundry room.

Still, the futon is comfortable, and Sir has given him blankets, and Sir even lets Peter do things like make whatever meals he likes for the two of them. Peter would prefer if he knew what Sir liked, but Sir never seems to mind what the food is. Most of the time, all he seems to mind is that Peter has made food at all. Sometimes he looks a little guilty or ashamed, and sometimes he just looks at it and turns away. Peter has tried to test to see if it was things he disliked, but Sir just… doesn't eat often, even if he gives Peter the okay to make it.

Well, that isn't healthy at all.

"Sir, I'm going to make lunch!" Peter smiles. "Would you like anything in particular?"

Elio fidgets with the bottle in his hand. "M'fine. Thanks for offering, I guess."

Peter can be insistent, if he must. "Sir, it's important that you eat. Not just to stay alive, but because you're diabetic. Have you checked your blood sugar today?"

"The alarm hasn't gone off, so I'm fine," Elio mumbles.

"...just because the alarm hasn't gone off doesn't mean that your blood sugar is stable, Sir," Peter says. "You shouldn't wait until you're at risk of illness."

"I'm already ill," Elio mutters.

"You know that's not what I meant, Sir," Peter says softly. "Please take your insulin and eat."

Elio hangs his head and groans. "Fine. Were you trained to be this annoying?"

Peter bites his lip, but only because Sir can't see. "Master was stubborn. He trained me to push past that."

"He must have been one stubborn son of a bitch," Elio half-laughs.

Peter isn't sure yet if that's a nice laugh. He'll learn. He's adjusting. This can be home, if he tries hard enough.

Elio pulls himself up, abandoning the bottle on the floor. He watches Peter's eyes dart to it from the kitchen doorway, then dart back to him.

"Don't judge me," Elio mutters as he walks past.

Peter steps away quickly. He's started to give Sir a wide berth, though something in him aches about it. "There's no point in your Pet judging you, Sir. I'm just here to assist however I can."

"Mhm. Right."

Peter falls silent, and focuses on making lunch as Sir languidly injects himself. At least that means he'll have to eat something now.

"...Sir, would you like me to assist in any way in terms of your drinking?" Peter asks, after a few minutes of anxious hesitation. "I could help you get sober, or help you limit the amount, or just take care of you when you're drunk?"

"I don't need taken care of," Elio mumbles. "...and I don't wanna get sober."

Peter doesn't understand Sir's insistence that he doesn't need to be taken care of. Most people can clean like Peter does, but Sir doesn't even put his mugs beside the sink. Sir doesn't eat properly, and the only time he even contemplated showering, Peter had to push him into actually doing it. Sir doesn't seem to hold down a job - in fact, he hasn't gone outside at all since Peter got here, and spends most of his time drinking or sleeping, and only ever does something else when Peter convinces him to.

So isn't that exactly what Peter is doing? Taking care of him?

"You don't have to get sober," Peter says, chipper as ever. "I mentioned other options. I could help you limit or just help you when you're drunk."

"I don't get drunk, so…" Elio leans against the cupboard, forehead pressed against his arm. "Fine. Limit. No more than, uh, three a day, I guess. Just stop me if I go for another. If you're gonna be so… insistent."

Peter nods. "I can do that, Sir."

Watching Peter do anything is like watching a well-oiled machine. He's precise and cautious and… happy isn't the right word. Content? He seems content, at least. Elio isn't sure if it makes him feel any better about this whole Pet situation.

Peter makes a plate of crackers and cheese, red grapes, and yogurt, and places it in front of Elio. "Here's your lunch, Sir. Eat it when you're ready."

Elio stares at it for a minute, before blinking back to awareness and realising Peter has turned to walk away. "Hold on, can you-"

Elio hooks two fingers into Peter's collar to drag him back and Peter screams.

The sound makes Elio jump back, but the collar is tight around Peter's neck and he can't pull his fingers free before Peter gags and crashes onto the linoleum.

Darling's eyes are wide, tiny irises flitting from the floor to Sir's feet to his own hands shooting to his throat. It's breathing too fast. It holds the breath for a moment, then lets the breath out, slowly, controlled. It's a good boy. It needs to stay completely calm.

It moves onto its knees and bows its head, hands flat on its thighs. It takes another deep breath. Calm.

"I'm sorry, Master," Darling says, quietly. Peter flinches. "S-Sir. Sorry."

"I- what are you sorry for?" Sir is just staring at it, like the only thing it's done wrong is confuse him. He! Peter is a smart Pet, why can't he remember this one tiny thing? He wasn't even always 'it' to Master, not even usually 'it' to Master, he doesn't know why he can't just make 'he' stick.

"For my emotional outburst," Peter replies, voice steady. "Please punish me to correct my mistake."

Maybe it's just because Sir doesn't like 'it'. Peter is just a bad Pet, of course he's still thinking of himself as 'it'. He deserves to be punished for that too, but he doesn't say that right now.

Elio blinks. "Sorry? Punish you?"

"Yes, Sir," Peter nods. "I could retrieve a belt, if you want. Or something else. I know I have no choice in this. Master belted me a lot, so it was the first thing I thought of."

"No, no, no, what?" Elio shakes his head and grasps desperately for something he can actually comprehend. "Stop. What did you freak out for?"

Peter's face burns in shame. "...Master used to choke me using my collar, Sir. I didn't… like it. I panicked because you've been so kind and I thought I had done something bad. I thought I had made you angry or disappointed you and the thought was a lot to handle."

Elio is barely taking any of this in. Peter screamed like he was trying to take the entire building down, and not even a minute later he was on his knees, still as a statue. Is that a trained response? To just bury all of that?

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Elio's vision is swimming for some reason. "I'm not gonna punish you for that. Don't be stupid."

"...oh." Peter resists the urge to fidget. "I'm sorry for being a stupid Pet, I shouldn't have assumed."

Elio groans. "Stop apologising for everything."

Peter balls his hands into fists. "Sir, it's unclear what I should apologise for. It's better that I over-apologise than under-apologise. You haven't given me any rules to follow so I'm sorry if I'm not up to your standards."

Elio stares at him for a very long moment. Peter covers his mouth and squeezes his eyes shut. How could he be so disrespectful? He spoke far too sharply. That must make him deserving of a punishment, right?

"You have a backbone," Elio finally says, monotone as ever. "Huh."

Peter waits, for the inevitable slap, the kick, the pulling on his hair and dragging him to be tied down and left for hours. But it doesn't happen.

"I guess I'm, uh, I'm not being fair to you," Elio mumbles, grabbing the counter suddenly. "I can't expect you to just deal with all this and be all, like, unsure about it. Especially with me being… me. I'll come up with some rules, I guess. If it'll make you feel better."

"You aren't going to punish me?" Peter's voice isn't more than a muffled squeak. "I- I talked back to you."

"Nah," Elio shrugs. "I don't care. Not gonna punish you for the collar thing either. It's clearly, like, a traumatic thing for you, so."

"...traumatic, Sir?" Peter slowly returns his hands to his thighs. "Pets don't… get trauma."

Elio snorts. "Yeah, I guess you'd call it training."

Sir says some strange things, but Peter really shouldn't be anything but grateful that Sir seems to find disrespect amusing (is amusing the right word for this?) rather than a punishable offence.

"Ah, fuck," Elio says, hissing through his teeth. "I'm gonna faint."

Peter is quick to his feet, and so Elio doesn't even fall any distance. His eyes roll back and he just goes limp in Peter's grip. Peter isn't completely surprised at how light Sir is - it proves Peter's right about how much Sir is eating. He manages to drag Sir to the sofa and sit him up, then collects the plate of food from the kitchen.

"Sir," Peter says gently. "Wake up."

"Mnn…" Elio frowns and twitches as he tries to wake up. "Uh…?"

Sir's phone isn't going off, so his blood sugar must be fine. When was the last time Peter saw him eat? It must have been… five in the morning yesterday, when he woke Peter up making that boxed macaroni.

"Sir, please eat." Peter brushes Elio's hair out of his face. "Don't make me call an ambulance because you won't eat."

Elio tries to mumble something along the lines of "so you're good at guilt-tripping too" but it doesn't come out. He just weakly nods and reaches for the plate.

After some crackers and a few sips of fruit juice, Elio sits up properly. He waves Peter off when Peter tries to kneel and lean against his leg.

"I'm not gonna, like, pet you or something," Elio says. "Can you just fuck off for a bit? I feel awful."

If Peter were an even worse Pet he'd say something like "and I wonder why that is" but he doesn't. He just nods, and smiles, and goes to the room he was given.

The smile falls as soon as Peter is alone. He sits on the futon, leg bouncing. Sir didn't give him anything else to do. Should he find something to do? But he already cleaned everything, and Sir doesn't need him for anything right now, and he's even made sure to take care of himself too, aside from bathing. He doesn't have any other clothes, and he doesn't want to ask Sir because Sir… clearly doesn't really care about him.

Not that he expects Sir to care. Sir doesn't need to care about him, only the other way around.

Peter chews his sleeve. Master would be so mad about it, but Master is gone. But Master would've pet his hair at least, even on an angry day, long fingers slowly running across his scalp. Peter wonders if Sir's hands would feel as nice. Peter wonders if he'll ever get to know.

He misses being Darling. At least Darling got to sit in Master's lap and feel loved.

But it's his own fault. That wasn't enough to stop him from ruining it all. He begs Master for forgiveness under his breath. He would take everything back. He'd live with only the memories of the blood on his hands and the knife he stole from the kitchen and the light leaving Master's eyes and nothing else if he could just take it back and curl up, playing with Master's hair until they both fell asleep.

Peter is being such a bad Pet. He should be thinking about Sir.

It wishes Sir would call him Darling with a hoarse throat and a messy kiss and make things feel right again. Peter kisses its knuckles and tries to pretend, as though they never had Master's blood on them at all.

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[silversatin2105]

Hi can i have scenarios with Mikey and Dragon going to the zoo together Mikey tries to feed a giraffe and the giraffe bites Mikey's jacket Dragon is all worried about it thank you so much if you can do this request

Hi

Yeah I can do although I will admit I had a little difficulty with this one as I had to try and imagine a reason for why they would go to the zoo so I had to bend the parameters of your ask a little, I do hope you like the outcome and if not please feel free to critique in the comments and I can write a second draft per request.

“Well that just killed the mood!”

Draken, Mikey and Emma at the zoo scenario:

From the moment Draken saw Mikeys name on the caller ID he could already feel his blood pressure rise, Mikey knew it was his day off and that Draken had important stuff to do but knowing Mikey he knew that his leader would keep calling till he answered so with a sigh Draken answered his phone.

 “Yo, Ken-chin are you free today?” the carefree voice spoke over the phone to Draken as he sighed, he knew that this could only mean one thing, the capricious nature of Mikey wasn’t unusual to the vice leader and with a mental sigh Draken responds.

“No Mikey but I suppose I am now” Draken responded as whilst sipping some water and sitting on his bed, and prepared himself for the next response from his leader and with that the day plan was about to change for questionable results, It had turned out that in a moment of wild impulse Mikey had purchased tickets to the Zoo and he already had given one to Emma leaving one free, Draken got ready and headed to the meet up point where they would travel to the zoo.

“This is sudden but thanks for coming” Emma said with a happy tone to Draken as he looked away with a blush and gave his whole, its nothing response, as they arrived and walked into the zoo, When inside the zoo Mikey took off without them both like an excited child leaving Draken and Emma together, they spent time walking and talking, generally having a good time but the good time didn’t last as more often than not outings with Mikey ended in drama.

“Hey Sir you cannot go into the enclosure with the animals, that area is for staff only” the park attendant spoke out to Mikey, whist viewing the giraffes one of the giraffes had the bright idea of dipping its head down and snatching Mikey’s jacket from his shoulders, in a bad mood Mikey decided he’d climb over the railings to retrieve his jacket and it was then that he was accosted by the park staff for his efforts.

“But that fuckin giraffe has my Jacket!” Mikey responded in an angry tone, Draken sighed, he was on damage control again and on a day that was supposed to be his day off from Toman related activates , with that Draken walked over and began to speak to Mikey and the park staff.

“Oyy Mikey don’t cause these people any trouble, they are only doing their jobs” Draken told his leader with a stern tone, as he began his usual damage control procedure.

“But Ken-chin my jacket” Mikey went on to protest, after a debate between the heads of Toman and much annoyance to Draken, he finally got Mikey to calm down and after a conversation with the staff Draken went to do his usual job of “Negotiating” for the return of the lost jacket.

After an hour or so Draken returned to Mikey and Emma’s side, the latter looking rather bored by now the jacket was returned to Mikey a little worse for wear, the embroidery was clicked, ther was a ripped seem on the left shoulder, It also smelled a little musty and had slobber on the cuffs.

“Don’t worry Mikey well get Mitsuya to repair it, im seeing him tomorrow so ill take it with me. mind you he’s not going to like this” Draken reassured the leader of Toman on that fact as Mikey just stood and nodded and with a forlorn look spoke the following.

“Thank you Ken-chin…You were keeping me right again weren’t you” Mikey approached Emma and hugged her gently, He hated that his actions in some way ruined the day.

“Its all okay Mikey how about we all go for food together?” Emma suggested with her usual happy smile, lead the way from the Zoo back to the car park to their bikes, after eating at a nearby café the three of them parted ways for the evening, the result of the day questionable as the day was ruined but the night meal made up for it.

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[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Can we get another chapter of the DI5 infection and don't tell me..did this reach where Daichi and them are!?

((Hello there anon, good morning. Hope your well today but...I'll let you read to find out for yourself. I hope you like this short chapter of this little au today. Oh and Daichi and Eito belongs to @chunibyo-x-sorcerer that's a side blog for @demon-blood-youths while the Members from Demons of Oda belongs to @demonic-x-sorcerers))

Silver butterfly mun/peahen mom

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"So let me get this straight. We are dealing with something that's caused from NYC? That's the reason some of my followers have fallen ill?" Gojo sighed hearing the leader from The Demons of Oda ask. He was looking at him from a Tv screen video call seeing him in the main room with his generals who were silent.

'Yes. As of right now; that's what we were told. Seems this infection came from NYC. We don't know much of the information but Mr. Henderson is going to send some documents over to us and we will send them to you as well to get you up to speed.' He explains this.

Of course Omida Oda was unsure on how to respond to this. Giving some sickness making some of his fellow followers fall to such a disease. Was their something else related to it.

"I see....And when can you send the documents over to us?"

'As soon as possible. We already have some being sent over by any means since it's rather dangerous to have others walk to deliver them. We will have someone deliver them to you as soon as possible and when we get them printed for you to share among your members and healer.' Gojo said but Oda sighed closing his eyes but looks to think for a moment before he reopens his eyes again.

"Understood. We'll await for the info till then...." he said before the call ended leaving Oda to his thoughts with his generals worried but they kept it to themselves.

"Sir?" Oda heard his second-in-command speak walking over to him. Torahito Aishirou wonders if he was alright but given the situation it was hard to swallow.

"............"

"Oda-"

"Torahito.."

"Yes?"

"I need you to keep me informed and let me know when the documents arrive. From the sounds of it, were dealing with some sort of sickness I'm guessing. Explaining some of the fellow members falling ill. As anyone of them tried to tell what or who bit them?" Oda asked Makou who was worried but a bit nervous.

"N..No. Right now, when I last checked with the others treating them, seems they are too out of it to tell us anything right now. I got word or studied where they were bitten. Seems to be some sort of bite. Theirs weird red veins showing around the red swollen area where they were bitten." he explains.

"And the thing that bit them?" he asked looking at his men.

"....Hard to say. They were human we assure you Oda but...they seem....ill. Not like dead looking but ill. We manage to take down the ones that were seen but..they seem to be cursed users by the looks of it." Iku said with a silent expression. Something was wrong and he didn't like it.

"Seems like were dealing with something a lot bigger Oda but...I also got word that it's happening over at the schools as well. Or from what Rioto told us." Shukakau said but he looks at his fellow brothers seeing they were silent too.

"What do you mean? The schools were hit too?" Iku asked him.

"I'm afraid so.....I don't know who was bitten but I know one from what Rioto said that our friends were hit and one of them were bitten."

"And who is that?" Oda asked now looking at Rioto who was quiet.

".......Daichi Pheon-X...." he said simply to have the others be quiet.

~~~~~~~Meanwhile at Jujutsu high school~~~~~~~~~

"So how is he Miko?" she blinks looking seeing Yuji checking up on him while the others were worried. She looks quiet then down at Daichi who was resting in bed right now.

"H..He's okay. He went back to sleep after he was awake but he was muttering something at the time. He was trying to move around wanting to help but he fell over coughing before passing out....." she said but had a wet rag to have on his forehead. He was breathing slowly while seeing this but she saw Eito hooting worried about his partner and friend.

"........."

"And has any changes happened?" Megumi asked her.

"..Nothing much...but..I did see the red veins where he got bit are still there. I even saw he has...fangs now....two sets." she said looking worried. "As for the bite area, it don't seem swollen as much like the doctors said but...he....he's been in and out of it for a while. I don't know if it's due to that curse biting him. Is he going to be okay though?" she was worried about him but holding his hand as he was breathing slowly. His chest rising and lowering.

"So you think the reason he is sick is because that curse bit him?" Yuria asked along with Hana who was worried as well. Both Jub-jub and lucky were worried. Even Wilson was there baaing worried.

"I think so..but it's too early to tell. We don't know what this will do..I just hope he's okay.." she mutters holding his hand but Yuji and Megumi sighed before Yuria rest a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry Miko, Daichi is strong. He'll pull through you know it. We'll all be here and knowing him, he'll try to fight back through this and come with us to the mission...he'll be okay." she said.

"...I..I hope so." she mutters looking at him. However, everyone else knew Gojo was speaking to the higher ups about this but he was worried about his girlfriend Jinx. He didn't know but he felt worried knowing she was infected. He just hopes she pulls through. She had to. Though, they would be ready to move out to help the others back in NYC in a few days to see the damage but he asked because he had to see Jinx. He had to be sure she was okay.

~~~~~~~Back In NYC/with Mr. Henderson~~~~~~~~~

"Good to see you two are safe and well.." Mr. Henderon was in relief happy to know two others had made it. He had some medics around after being sure Hellmare and Hiroshi were okay.

"We are alright Mr. Henderson but we are happy to see your safe as well." she was holding some water given to her but she was hoping to have tea later on.

"Yeah. We were happy to have found this place..but.....we were hoping to ask.."

"If you wish to know something of your fractions, I'm afraid they are not here. The only two that made is here as Guam's and Joshua's but he isn't here. They are resting in the recovering level right now." he said holding some coffee but the other two were worried.

"So my fraction isn't here? Their still out there.." Hiroshi said seeing Mr. Henderson being quiet. He didn't say too much but he hopes they were alright and safe out there.

"I'm afraid so....it's the same for The DBT. We did get into contact with some of them but they are still trying to make their way here....but I assure you both they will be alright." he said. "Now, I'll let you rest up after all this but if you need anything let me know." he said going to check on something to leave Hellmare and Hiroshi alone. The two said nothing but looks at the screens seeing the result of this. Their home was a mess. Bodies of the dead laying on the streets, the infected roaming looking for more to eat. Fires, places ran sacked, or some just lost. It was a painful sight to see.

".........Who would have though such a infection can cause this." she said quietly looking at the Tv's but it still was not a good feeling to have. Seeing so many hurt from this; including her friends and fraction. Hiroshi looks worried seeing her grip the cup but he looks ahead to rest a hand on her own.

"......" she felt that to look then at him.

"I know it's a lot to take in Hellmare but they are going to be okay. We have to have faith in them. They will get here safe..they will be okay." he said to her but she remains quiet to look down and carefully held his hand back.

"..I know....thank you Hiroshi.."

"Of course.." he said gently to her. As the two looked at one another they look to the screens again. Praying their friends were safe. They had to be. Even now, she held his hand a bit tight but he lets her. He had a feeling deep down she was worried. He can tell just from her eyes she was worried. Staying strong through all this but deep down she didn't show weakness. Though, looking to her, he didn't say anything before noticing something.

A slight second, almost a pained one. Was....was she crying on the inside seeing all this. Seeing how things have started out and ended. It was a worrying situation. He only feels her grip his hand harder, feeling it shaking in the grip.

However, he only assures she was keeping those to herself. However, he gently wraps a arm around her but lets her rest her head on his shoulder.

He was here for her; he would always be there to help Hellmare. "........" He didn't say anything but he knew this shows he would be. Even now, she only closed her eyes half way before closing them. That's when warm tears started showing from her eyes and running down her cheeks.

"It's okay Hellmare...just let it out. Take the time to empty the feelings..I'll be here. I'm here.." he said softly but she did. She let it all out but since they were alone, it was okay.

~~~~~~With Mr. Henderson~~~~~~

He's back in the main area checking to see if anyone else was seen but as he did, he saw some guards gone. "Where are the guards?" he asked one.

"Sir, we found another group showing up. It made him look to see them rushing to check. This got the others concerned. He goes to check it out seeing.....

"Fin!" He saw the Lupins showing up, tired and dirty from the mess out in NYC. However, he was quiet while everyone was checked. "Fin, are you all alright? Is anyone-"

"..N..No. Everyone here is not infected...some of my boys though.....they.." He didn't want to say but he knew Ahmed was quiet having a hand on his back while some were quiet. Mr. Henderson knew some of his followers were killed in the process of coming here.

"I see......come on, we can get you guys cleaned up. You can rest here; it's safe." He said as some medics helped Fin and his fraction to where Guam and Joshua's fraction was resting. He didn't say too much but seeing how pained this was he was worried.

In Fin's mind however, he was hoping to find the scumbags that caused this to happen. Because when he did, he would make them pay for it. But as soon as they were heading off...

"Sir! we see another group heading this way!" Mr. Henderson looks but he sees it was true.

"Another one? But who is this one?" He looks to check seeing the guards go to help seeing it was not one but two!

Kali was helping Rex in the doors but he was tired walking as her team was helping Rex's go inside. She was tired but walking in before helping Rex sit down carefully as he was taking his time breathing.

"Easy Rex easy.." she said but Mr. Henderson goes over.

"Rex! Kali! Are you guys alright?" he asked.

"We are fine.....well, my team is..but..." she looks to Rex holding his hand as he was resting with eyes closed. Mr. Henderson said nothing but noticed. The extra set of fangs. He was infected.

"Kali, Rex is....."

"I know....but it's not just him. His whole team is infected." she said but this made the guards hold their guns at the group as Kail glares at them. "Woah woah woah!"

"Back away from the infected!" The guard said aiming the gun at Rex and his group.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Kali shouted as she was glaring at him.

"You know we can't have infected in the base! It's already a shit of a headache trying to no one panic!" he said. "Now step away from him and his group!" One said but Rex heard to grip Kali's arm gently to keep her behind him as he glares.

"Hey please calm down!" Wes said but he saw the others in Kali's fraction worry seeing them aim guns at Rex and his group.

"We are warning you all one last time, stay away from the infected or we will shoot!"

"HEY! LOWER THEM!" Mr. Henderon said to the guards as they were nervous but shocked why they would let Rex's team inside! They were infected for fucks sake.

"But sir!"

"I said Lower them! Now.." he hissed but the guards were nervous lowering them as Kali was defended by Rex. Even if he was in pain, he would protect her. However, As soon as Fin 's fraction was heading to the medic ward they heard the shouting.

"What was that?" He asked but that's when he heard Kali's voice. "Kali?!" Right away, he goes to check it out with Ahmed following him. The two rushes to the main hub area to see but as they did, they saw what was going on. That means the others followed as well.

"I'm telling you I got it under control Mr. Henderson. Yes, Rex and his team is infected but..I been able to keep Rex under control. He's not going to attack anyone." she said.

"I know that and I believe you Kali but my guards are nervous. They saw what the infected did to demons and the people of NYC. I have to be sure they don't have to be worried." he said seeing the guards holding guns in case.

"..I know that too but please....he's not going to attack..you have to trust me on this." she said but Mr. Henderson sighed.

"I get that..but what of his teammates? Were they sustained?" he asked.

"........" Kali had no answer.

"So they were not?..Then they would either be hungry for demon blood..you know I have to-"

"Winter!!"

Mr. Henderson and Kali looks but saw his fraction standing but they were hissing slowly drooling. He sees Rex trying to move but he couldn't move.

"Stand down! Don't make us shoot!" one guard said seeing Winter, summer, fall, and spring hissing slowly wincing before they quickly rush to grab and hold the women down.

"Hey, don't rough them up!" Mr. Henderson said.

"Sorry sir, we don't want them to attack anyone in the base!"

"They won't but you need to-"

That's when someone rushes to ram the officer off of Winter and the other girls. Kali looks seeing Fin, Ahemd, Bernard, and Angel going to help one of them.

"Winter! Hey, are you okay...say something!" Fin said holding Winter but she was curled up in his arms while she was panting shaking. However, this made him worried.

"..So it's true...they were infected then.." Ahmed said holding Summer who was shaking in his arms.

"But how? How the hell did this.....even happen?" Bernard said but he was holding Fall.

Angel had no words but was worried holding Spring who was tired.

The guards keeps aiming his gun at the four even Rex but Kali was protective of him before Mr. Henderson shouts, "ENOUGH! I'm ordering you all to lower your guns! We are not shooting anyone now. Please stop and get to your posts!" he said this seeing the guards be quiet but slowly lowers their weapons to do that. He sighed knowing they were on edge right now but looks to Rex who was trying to sit up but Kali helps him.

"...I apologize for them. They been on edge since this happened...but...you know since your infected you have to be in a separated room from the others that's not.." he told him.

"...That's....understandable......" Rex mutters but he felt Kali move from behind him helping him sit up.

"Well, then I'm going with him. I have to be sure he gets blood or he might attack." Kali said.

"Then what of the others?" he asked Rex about his fraction. They were out of it again but Fin sighed moving some hair from Winter's face to look worried.

"....Hold on; what did you mean by giving blood Kali?" Fin asked.

"...It's something another demon is when they give blood to one infected. I gave Rex some of my blood and...after a while he was alright but I have to be the one to give him my blood. No one else's. I don't want him to attack anyone by mistake...." she said looking to Fin.

"Then....is that the same for Winter and the other girls?" he asked seeing Ahmed, Bernard, and Angel look. She said nothing but nods to confirm it's true.

"Then......we can give them our blood. I can give my blood to Winter. I don't want her to lose it from this thing.." Fin said.

"But Fin, what if she-"

"I don't care." he said looking to Winter who didn't move but she was resting in his arms.

"Listen man, she's one of them just like the rest of her team and leader! How do you even know she won't turn on us just like the filthy infected out there-"

"I already fucking lost some of my boys to this damn infection. I could have lost my fraction!" he shouted mad at the guard who tenses seeing his eyes glowing.

"......Even with all that shit going on; I'm NOT losing Winter to this too!" he barked but he didn't let her go while the other three said nothing holding one of the fallen maidens. Mr. Henderson didn't say anything but he sighed to close his eyes.

".....Alright. You can be but Kali will have to show you so you understand....their is a room for each of you so you can feed them when it's time. But you will have to check on them from time to time..understand?" he asked.

"I got it.." Fin said.

"Same...." Ahmed said quietly.

"I do too.." Bernard said.

"Same.." Angel said.

"*Sighs* Alright. The medics will lead you all to the rooms...the non infected can head to the main medic hub where Guam and Joshua's fractions are recovering." He said seeing them getting ready to move them but Fin growls at the guards still mad. He carefully picks Winter up and carries her himself. He didn't want the guards to touch her anymore.

Ahmed carries Summer following him. Bernard follows having fall in his arms and Angel having Spring in his. They were quiet but looks hoping the girls were alright. Kali sighed but carefully helps Rex up who grunts, following after them as Mr. Henderson sighed.

"Sir...is it really safe to have them in here? They are...I mean.."

"I know..but this gives us some idea on what the infection does. Right now, only the ones watching them is allowed to check on them. If they need anything give them what is needed." He said to the medics who nods.

"And you all.....stand guard outside. If your nervous of being in here with infected, you can be moved to another location. You are all dismissed." seeing this they went off but he looks to the cameras only seeing more fire and other things. Some were found but he was still worried.

'I hope the rest of you are safe out there....' he thought seeing this.

In the meantime, Fin was holding Winter beside him knowing the other maidens were in rooms with someone along with Kali and Rex. He looks at the tired maiden seeing Winter curled up with her head resting on his shoulder. She looked tired but dirty too. However, he held her close rubbing her arm but looks down half way.

".........." He didn't want to lose another member. His fraction was alright...but some of his followers were gone during this. Gritting his teeth, he shook only to keeps holding her.

'Don't worry Winter..I won't let them hurt you...I'll keep you safe....I'll keep my fraction and my boys safe..' he thought but he remains quiet hearing a light breeze outside during the chaos. Though, he hopes the others are okay too.

[mariana-oconnor]

The Dying Detective pt 2

No doubt you will recall that at the end of my last letter, I told you how I left the gravely ill Holmes to carry out his instructions.

If it turns out Holmes really is ill and not faking, man will I look dumb.

I'm pretty sure he's faking, though.

I stood whistling for a cab

And when it came near, the licence plate said Fresh and it had dice in the mirror.

Tonight the part of John (James) Watson will be played by Will Smith.

I was a kid in the 90s, some things are just automatic

Now back to the actual story and the weirdest, most abrupt conversation in literary history:

"How is Mr. Holmes, sir?" he asked. It was an old acquaintance, Inspector Morton, of Scotland Yard, dressed in unofficial tweeds. "He is very ill," I answered. He looked at me in a most singular fashion. Had it not been too fiendish, I could have imagined that the gleam of the fanlight showed exultation in his face. "I heard some rumour of it," said he. The cab had driven up, and I left him.

I included all of it because I find it both intriguing and hilarious. Particularly the sudden ending. Also, clearly there are two possibilities for our Inspector Morton: 1) he is somehow involved in the 'poisoning' of Holmes and is exultant that it has 'succeeded', 2) he is in on the scheme and trying to catch the dastardly poisoner and is exultant that Holmes has succeeded in fooling Watson.

Given that he seems to be someone Watson has worked with before, it would be odd for it to be number 1. Also, I don't remember Sherlock Holmes ever having a 'don't trust the police because they're corrupt' storyline off the top of my head. It's far more usual for the argument to be 'don't trust the police because they are incompetent.'

But still, just a very strange and clipped exchange between the two. Clearly it must have meaning because why else would it exist. I'm going with Holmes working with Morton to catch our villain.

All was in keeping with a solemn butler who appeared framed in the pink radiance of a tinted electrical light behind him.

I love the whole description of the house. ACD does have a gift for describing things in ways that you can't necessarily picture, but you can absolutely feel.

But the fact the guy has pink mood-lighting in his hall is amazing. Imagine walking into a house and everything being pink?

My humble name and title did not appear to impress Mr. Culverton Smith.

The judgement in that one sentence is palpable. Good to see that even when out of his mind with worry for his friend, Watson still has enough of himself to bitch about people. You can hear it. Like 'OK Mr Smith.'

I hope the butler isn't involved because I kind of like him.

Unless the butler is Mr Culverton Smith and he's just putting on some voices for Watson to overhear. In which case he's already better at conning people than Victor Spalding.

Before the apologetic butler had delivered his message I had pushed past him and was in the room. With a shrill cry of anger a man rose from a reclining chair beside the fire.

OK, fine. They're different people. But it's not like we haven't had weirder things happen in these stories. A man trained a snake to climb through a vent, down a rope and bite people, a man pretending to be his own butler would be practically normal.

I saw a great yellow face, coarse-grained and greasy, with heavy, double-chin, and two sullen, menacing gray eyes which glared at me from under tufted and sandy brows. A high bald head had a small velvet smoking-cap poised coquettishly upon one side of its pink curve.

Watson always writes such flattering descriptions. At least it's of the bad guy this time. Or at least, who I assume to be the bad guy. Love the word 'coquettishly' just popping up to be fabulous in the middle of all that creepiness.

His face is yellow, but his scalp is pink. I know that there's a connection to East Asia, but I genuinely do not know if this is a racist description or if it's just that Mr Smith isn't very well. That combination of colours certainly seems unhealthy. Watson, you should give him a check up while you're at it He might have accidentally poisoned himself. Or maybe he's just standing with one of his mood lights shining on his head from behind.

I caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror over the mantelpiece. I could have sworn that it was set in a malicious and abominable smile. Yet I persuaded myself that it must have been some nervous contraction which I had surprised, for he turned to me an instant later with genuine concern upon his features.

For someone who is so very savage in his physical descriptions, Watson is startlingly kind in his impressions of people's characters. 'Oh, it must have been a nervous contraction'. Convincing himself to doubt his own eyes. This is the second 'momentary expression' of this section, though. Watson must feel like the world is glitching on him with all these nervous contractions.

Or, alternatively, that's Watson the narrator putting his spin on things to say 'look, I saw that there was something up' at the time.

"There are my prisons," he continued, pointing to a row of bottles and jars which stood upon a side table. "Among those gelatine cultivations some of the very worst offenders in the world are now doing time."

Even if Mr Culverton Smith isn't guilty of killing his nephew, he should definitely be arrested for unsafe treatment of hazardous materials.

Watson, if I were you, I'd steer very clear.

"Tut, tut! This sounds serious. It would be inhuman not to answer his call."

That well known cry of alarm and urgency: tut tut.

Look, if I sat and told someone my friend was dying and only they could save them and they 'smiled pleasantly' and said 'tut tut' after implying that my own professional diagnosis of my friend's state was overblown and exaggerated, I would be telling them to fuck right off. Not that I'm a doctor, but if I were.

Watson shows great restraint in not shaking this man.

I have a note of Mr. Holmes's address.

Because I always remember that I have the addresses of people I have met a couple of times regarding business.

His appearance was as ghastly as ever, but all trace of delirium had left him and he spoke in a feeble voice, it is true, but with even more than his usual crispness and lucidity.

Almost as if he no longer needs you to think he's delirious... almost.

There is just room behind the head of my bed, Watson.

You're really making a grown man hide behind the head of your bed?

How far is your bed from the wall? Are you like that one tumblr post and your bed is just in the middle of the room? How on earth do you think you can stop a man coming to see you on your supposed death bed from noticing the whole-ass man hiding behind the head board? Like, you're going to be in the bed, Holmes. With your head at, I assume, the head of the bed. One assumes that Mr Culverton Smith will be looking at your face. At the head of the bed.

And it's not like Watson can just stand up, unless he's incredibly small or your bed is very tall. Apparently Holmes isn't the only one starving himself.

Why is there a man sized gap between your bed and the wall? Don't you know that's how the demons get in?

Quick, man, if you love me! And don't budge, whatever happens--whatever happens, do you hear? Don't speak! Don't move! Just listen with all your ears.

Well, that's not alarming at all. And raises another question of how many ears Watson has.

Our visitor sniggered.

Does he count as your visitor if you're hiding behind the head of the bed, Watson?

Look, I played hide and seek with my nephew the other day and I had to hide behind a sofa that was against the wall. It was one of the most uncomfortable places I have ever sat. My shoulders did not fit at all. And anyone who wasn't two years old would have immediately known where I was hiding because the sofa was at the weirdest bloody angle all of a sudden. How Watson has pretzelled himself behind this bed, I do not know.

Also, looking up sniggering to see if that's one of the words that has changed in meaning in the last century.

OK, apparently in the early 1800s it merely meant a smothered laugh, with no real implication of derision or mockery. So yes, it has changed, but not a lot. Still not an appropriate response to the situation. I assume by this point Watson has caught on at least a bit to what's happening.

Although the conceit is that Watson is writing this from the future of the story with knowledge of how it ends, therefore unreliable narrator and all that.

"Well, I shouldn't be surprised, Holmes. I shouldn't be surprised if it WERE the same. A bad lookout for you if it is. Poor Victor was a dead man on the fourth day--a strong, hearty young fellow. It was certainly, as you said, very surprising that he should have contracted an out-of-the-way Asiatic disease in the heart of London--a disease, too, of which I had made such a very special study. Singular coincidence, Holmes. Very smart of you to notice it, but rather uncharitable to suggest that it was cause and effect." "I knew that you did it."

Oh, internet gods save us from the arrogance of a man who thinks he can get away with murdering a relative using a method that he is uniquely positioned to access. "uncharitable?" it's Occam's bloody Razor.

You've literally got them sitting on your desk in jars. You absolutely could have made it look like an accident, you utter buffoon. Really, it's the incompetence that gets me. I don't doubt that Holmes would have caught him anyway, but your little desk of experimental OSHA violations is an accident waiting to happen. You're the kind of guy who would smuggle small pox home from the lab to run your own experiments on after you were refused funding for being a menace to society.

But no, you thought you were being smart, trying to keep yourself out of it. And heaven forfend that anyone think you could be incompetent.

I may be getting too into this. He's just a fictional character, after all.

"You're precious near your end, my friend, but I don't want you to go till I have had a word with you. That's why I give you water. There, don't slop it about!"

Nope, I'm right. He's odious. ACD does have a peculiar talent for writing odious little men I want to see crushed like bugs. They are utterly nauseating.

"The fellow who came for me--I've forgotten his name--"

This combined with the comment from earlier and the knowledge that Watson is writing this from the future makes me chuckle, because that comment from earlier definitely seems more pointed after this.

"You are proud of your brains, Holmes, are you not? Think yourself smart, don't you? You came across someone who was smarter this time. Now cast your mind back, Holmes. Can you think of no other way you could have got this thing?"

The condescension is dripping from this speech. Holmes, you are forgiven for being a total bitch in the last part of the story, clearly the need was great. You still need to buy Watson dinner, though.

Seriously, this guy is so overwhelmingly arrogant. He has to have his villain monologue. He has to have someone know what he's done.

"But you have the truth now, Holmes, and you can die with the knowledge that I killed you. You knew too much of the fate of Victor Savage, so I have sent you to share it. You are very near your end, Holmes. I will sit here and I will watch you die."

In 1531, Henry VIII hated poisoners so much that he decreed that the punishment for poisoning would be being boiled alive in oil.

I do not believe in capital punishment, but I can't deny that I understand the distaste for the method. There is something singularly unpleasant about choosing to kill a person in a slow, drawn out way, and watching it happen. A complete detachment of feeling is necessary, or perhaps, the opposite, an unstoppable attachment to the pleasure of having power over that person.

Or perhaps an unstoppable hatred or desperation. I believe, before women were afforded rights to own their own property and divorce became accessible, a number of women used poison as a way to get out of marriages they could not otherwise escape.

You have to really want the person dead, is what I mean.

This is a disease, rather than poison, certainly, but the principle is the same. You either have no other options or you are a specific type of evil.

"The best way of successfully acting a part is to be it," said Holmes. "I give you my word that for three days I have tasted neither food nor drink until you were good enough to pour me out that glass of water. But it is the tobacco which I find most irksome. Ah, here ARE some cigarettes."

Holmes, honestly, you're lucky you aren't delirious or dead. 3 days without water? You utter moron. But oh that nicotine addiction got you hard, huh?

You need to go to hospital for dehydration and starvation you absolute nincompoop.

Inspector Morton appeared.

Option 2 it is, huzzah.

"Good heavens!" cried Holmes. "I had totally forgotten him. My dear Watson, I owe you a thousand apologies. To think that I should have overlooked you!"

Meanwhile, behind the bed, Watson relocates his shoulders.

"I never needed it more," said Holmes as he refreshed himself with a glass of claret and some biscuits in the intervals of his toilet.

Because alcohol is the best cure to dehydration and malnutrition.

"You won't be offended, Watson? You will realize that among your many talents dissimulation finds no place, and that if you had shared my secret you would never have been able to impress Smith with the urgent necessity of his presence, which was the vital point of the whole scheme."

He might be a tad more offended by the fact you said he was bad at his job than the fact you think he's a terrible liar, Holmes.

"Can you ask, my dear Watson? Do you imagine that I have no respect for your medical talents? Could I fancy that your astute judgment would pass a dying man who, however weak, had no rise of pulse or temperature? At four yards, I could deceive you."

You literally told him he wasn't a good enough doctor to treat you. Of course he can ask. You owe him a really good dinner, Holmes. You can butter him up now as much as you like, but you still owe him.

"That pretence I have carried out with the thoroughness of the true artist."

Such modesty. Not that we would expect anything less. But it did make me roll my eyes.

"When we have finished at the police-station I think that something nutritious at Simpson's would not be out of place."

Good man.

I swear I did not know that was going to be the ending, but I'm glad that Holmes agrees with me that he owes Watson dinner.

I will share the Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle. Truly it is a story best enjoyed at Christmastide, but I am sure that with some imagination you can summon some festive spirit!

The next one I have definitely read and I remember watching the Granada adaptation of it. I remember it being pretty funny, so I'm looking forward to it.

This one, I'm not sure I have ever read, which is strange, because I thought I'd read all of the ones that are set early, just not the ones after he goes and becomes a beekeeper or whatever. It was particularly enjoyable, though. A good combination of humour and a loathsome bad guy. Once again, easy enough to see what's going on, but that doesn't spoil the fun of reading it. It's nice to be proven right.

[what-ho-internet]

 A promised update on the scheme involving Aunt Dahlia.

Success! Warranted and complete, in fact. For those who had been biting their proverbial lip for news, allow the thing to spring free.

The ordeal on Friday went something like this: all was calm, and I made the face of an eager prospective magazine-writer to Aunt Dahlia. She was quite convinced. I could tell as she had three cubes of sugar in her tea, as opposed to two. She allows this only when she is tuly excited. I can be quite the Sherlock Holmes when asked to, you see.

‘Bertie, you shall get along splendidly with the girl who writes our fashion segment,’ she proclaimed. I fought to keep my demeanour. She leaned a little closer. ‘She is not only intelligent and well-dressed –otherwise I would not have hired her– but she is not of ill-means, and has a sparkling sense of humour.’

‘Come Aunt,’ I said, attempting to conceal my rising feeling of horror. ‘I cannot have both you and Aunt Agatha attempting to marry me off. I shall have no ring fingers left to marry with!’

She did allow me a laugh at this, which severe Agatha would not have. ‘Oh Bertie,’ she said with some vim. ‘You must get married sometime!’

It was at this point Jeeves burst forth into the room, looking to me every spot the avenging angel. ‘A cigarette, sir?’ He asked me, with his usual coolness of tone and look.

‘Good lord Jeeves,’ I said in relieved tones. ‘I was just about to look around for a gasper. How do you do it, man?’

Jeeves only smiled and opened his mouth to form a rebuke, before the telephone rang out, shrilly.

���Mr. Wooster’s residence,’ he answered as he usually did. There was some hullabaloo on the other side of the phone, and I heard some crackle and a raised voice. Jeeves looked every part surprised, and nodded. He interjected but twice to say ‘I am very sorry, sir,’ and ‘I will convey in less colourful language the sentiment, indeed.’ The play-actor on the other end was so convincing as to hang up without saying goodbye.

‘Who was that?’ Asked my Aunt with a rather indecent level of curiousity once the call was over. Jeeves henceforth explained the situation, fulfiling his promice to censor some of the more untoward words which had been used. Aunt Dahlia, as genuinely surprised as I pretended, looked from Jeeves to myself. I acted every part the agonied friend, who could not fathom having hurt so great a chum as poor Bunbury.

And so the thing was done: my aunt shook her head, lamented that I had not grown in the direction she hoped I had, and proclaimed a similar situation must have been why this very blog has been ‘mysteriously deleted’ (she has not discovered the miraculous ‘block-button’ yet.) She withdrew her commission and I returned to my happy writing, which is found in this very spot.

I am sure more situations such as these will present themselves to us in time; I shall write and attest to them at further length in the future if this adventure is met with affection.

For now, adieu.