#who is my wife now ehehe

[sashiavi]

Kent ramble incoming ehehe.. gonna be dumping all my nasty old man ideas onto you and neet cause i love how u two write him <33 (if that’s all right, that is)

But ive been thinking ab the farmer going to a free use/glory hole & Kent following her.. she’s trying to get her feelings for Kent out of her system with an anonymous fuck but she ends up getting used by him without her even realizing. He ends up giving himself away while they fuck and he makes sure she can’t do anything but take it while he admonishes her for even thinking about going to anyone else- nobody will be able to fuck her like he can ( ˋ⁻̫ˊ) Ψ

@neetily we're being fed •///• and now my brain has been sparked, whoops, I wrote smth..

Need Kent to dump his cu

Longing for Kent at the Glory Holes</3

Warnings: age gap, implied infidelity, glory holes, cum.. like a lot of it... piv, fingering, cunilingus, daddy talk, choking, general sashiavi nastiness yk how it is

Word Count - 2k

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You knew you were wrong for it. Watching the older man from across the bar, late nights at the saloon, knowing better that you shouldn't- You couldn't! You cannot be thinking about him like this.

Not when you're best friends with his son, always around the house, coming out of Sam’s room for a glass of water when you know Kent would be lounged on the couch - Just to give him a little, nervous wave. It was wrong.. skittering around his home with his family around, catching a greedy glimpse of him any time you could, eyes flicking to him at the dining table after his own wife had invited you to stay for supper.

You shouldn't eye him up like that at the luau, eyes locked on to the heavy drag of his boardshorts, weighted down with the drippings of ocean water. Just below his tummy, soft with age and fit with his lifestyle, happy trail moist and tacky against his skin as it disappears into his bottoms. The fabric runs taught on his hipbones, deliciously low before the show is over and he pulls them up with a hook of his thick finger.

You're embarrassing yourself - Wearing pretty outfits in his presence, that ditzy demeanour truly born up from the bubble of anxiety swirling in your tummy from just being around him! So nervous and stuttery, dolly eyes flicking up to Kent's hardened gaze.. Of course it works, of course he starts cracking, falling for a sweet cutie like you.

But you don't know that- So lost in your worrying, dreamy and sweetly moaning into your knuckles as your cunt squelches around your fingers, milky and gushy insides making a mess on your fingers. Crying for him, mewling out his name unapologetically as you carefully sink yourself down on your new dildo - Silky and velvet silicone, fat in width, kissing yours insides while your vibrator buzzes aggressively against your pert clit in an attempt to soothe the wild stretch.

But soon that's not enough, is it? Such fantasies carried out all alone? You needed more, but you couldn't have him... Right?

You couldn't fool around in town either - Whispers would carry faster than the wind. You needed an out.

The Calico Desert was far enough.. An elusive Casino stands with an underground secret, Red Rooms for pleasure, anonymous glory holes for those who just needed a release with no strings attached. A perfect place for your fantasies, with real partners to play with!

Especially your new mystery man..

With his weighty cock poking through the cut out hole in the wall, struggling to stand tall with the sheer thickness of it, bobbing with arousal. It was pulsey, a thick vein running up the undershaft giving a flex as blood rushed to the rosy pink tip oozing up droplets of milky pre cum, practically dripping like drool, Yoba, it was as if it was crying for you.

He was thick, girth making irony saliva pool under your tongue, swallowing proving pointless at the sight of this cock - Picture perfect for your fantasy, a thick brush of hair on his base and balls, sack hanging heavy surely filled with plenty of thick, ropey cum. Scent the perfect musk, it felt manly- One of the traits that drew you to liking Kent in the first place!

Not like the people you hung out with, those younger males that could be the picture perfect partner for you, save for just how unsure they were about everything. Or those other Bachelors.. A little older and still just as lost- Kent had a bout of maturity attached to him, life seemingly plenty figured out, stable.. And yet you wanted to break it down.

Any guilt that dared to ping in your chest didn't last long. Not with the crane of your partner's hips, forcing the head of his cock to press a wet kiss to your cheek. If only he could see the hearts in your eyes, the dribble of spit that slipped from your tongue as you licked your lips

Soon, his length was down your throat, fat and chubby tip gagging up a sweet gurlgy moan, spitty and slick from your lips, wrapped around his thick length. He played rough with you, a heavy hand coming through the hole opening, thick fingers twirling into your hair for a better grip. Forcing your throat to be a personal toy, a rough face fucking you could only dream about.

You jaw aches, stingy with the stretch of this stranger's girth, tongue sore from rough use- Your eyes roll, bleary and pooled with fat tears, looking up all crossyee at nothing, pretending you were locking eyes with the Military Man that had tugged on your heart. Soft hazels surely hardens with a scrunch of his brow, nose crinkled in hot pleasure.. You blink your tears, letting them roll down your cock filled cheeks.

Your pussy drools, pooling behind the sheeny fabric of your panties, sticky to the touch of your fingers as you rub, easily bleeding through the fabric. Your mind chants his name, over and over like a mantra, 'Kent, Kent, Kent~!' Throwing in dirty-sweet petnames into the mix, Would he let you call him Sir? Mister Military Man so strong and authoritive? Would he groan if you cried out something more? 'Daddy, Daddy! Oh pleaseee Daddy!' Begging on your knees for him, that gentle and sweet family man taking out all those frustrations on your body. You breathe against your mystery man's base, huffy and hyper, desperate to take him all.

It's so much, maybe even too much. The perfect fantasy nearly coming true! Just missing that one main ingredient..

No time to think now though, right? Not when your mystery man groans from behind his gritted teeth, fist tightening in your hair when he busts himself down your throat, a healthy dump of cum squirting rope after rope. It's a wonder you don't choke - more than you already had been - With the thick white paint of his cum load, sputtering from your cheeks with a struggled cough fron yourself. He uses it like lube, hips snapping to fuck himself through it all, long and strong, milking out Every. Last. Drop.

You don't want it to end. Wanna keep the lovely weight of this stranger's cock nestled sweetly on your tongue, wanna pepper Kisses and Kitten licks over his flushed tip, wanna imagine you were pampering your older crush, treating him sweeter than any other could.

Ah but he pulls away, forcing up a pitifully sad whine from your throat, making you swallow thickly, savouring the remnants of that musky milky cum he'd gifted you. You lament in the loss, lips pouted in a little wobble, heart hammering blood to your head, beating with the achy throb of your neglected cunt.

The hand in your hair moves to your cheek, cupped warm, skin rough, a calloused thumb tracing over your swollen, cum stained lips.

"S' your turn. Yeah?" His voice was deep. Rasped and rough with a twinge of an accent, hearty and southern, tainted with a touch of age. Yoba your heart flutters- This was too good to be true!

You dare to peek, watery, doe eyes looking up at this man woth a doll-like look, seeing the outline of his features in the dim light - God your chest pangs, a spike of embarrassment, lust, nervousness, excitement, arousal - His thumb pulls on your bottom lip, dragging the swollen plumpness before he let's it go with a pop.

"S'Get 'outta here." The corner of his mouth barely lifts into a quip of a smirking grin.

"Kent..?" Disbelief gnaws at your tone. He only hums, a short sound of agreeance, kicking his head in the direction of the more intimate rooms with a short lift of his chin.

Ooh he treats you well. Head between your legs, lips smacking at the folds of your pussy, heavy hands planted on your thighs while his battle-worn fingers wrap around, blunt nails digging into your soft and sensitive flesh. He feasts like a starved man, suckling at your supple-sweet wetness, fat lapping licks of his pink tongue, jamming the muscle into your cunt hole before he's back on your clit. You squeal and squeak, fingers tugging at his hair, weaving into desperate fists, grinding your core on his lips and tongue- Yoba he takes it too, works with your movements, following your hips in sweet tandem.

He's rough with your cunt, spitting a fat glob of hot saliva before he laps it up, hazel eyes on you as he does so before they flutter shut with a scrunch of his brow and a shake of his head- Devouring your pussy once again, nose jutting into your clit while his tongue fucks past the ring of your pussy.

You have to be ready for him, yeah? Nice and wet and gushy.. Squirting all over his face before he even thinks about sinking his cock into you.

He makes you lick it off of his lips, tongue cleaning up the mess you left on his chin and cheeks, stealing hot slick and saliva filled kisses in the mix, tongues swirling, catching and suckling against eachother as two deft fingers jam into your waiting cunt.

Your fingers were incomparable to his own, too small to reach into the depths of your sweetness, too weak to curl and finger bang the fuck out of your poor pussy, squelchy and wet despite the messy squirt of your orgasm.

"Eyes on me, Darl'.." Kent orders, voice softer than his actions. Your lips part, jaw dropped in hot pleasure, eyes going into a blurred fuzz, his features disappearing as his fingers curl and curl and curl- Until you're left empty, gasping as fingers smack lovingly on your sticky clit, spiky pain and pleasure jutting up your body.

You're not empty for long though, easily plugged up with the thickness of Kent's cock, slowly sinking into your prepped up pussy just like you always imagined with your silly silicone toy. He kisses you through it, the whines and wobbly frown, a hand coming to rest a supple squeeze on your throat, hushing you as he bottoms out.

"S'okay Darlin'.." He coos roughly, hips beginning to hump a pace, rolling grinds against your public mound. "S'What you wanted, right Dolly? Yeahhh? Pretty lil' fuck doll aren'tcha? Thaaaats right.." All coos and sweet words despite the mean squeeze of his palm on your throat and the quick snapping of his hips.

Yoba, he mounts you. Hooking his free palm under your leg, knee to ear while he pounds at your pussy. Plap, plap, plap, skin on skin, wet and slick from the thin sheen of sweat that dared to wash over your skin and the gush of fluids from your supple cunt.

This was it- this was everything you had ever imagined, your perfectly lewd fantasy finally coming to fruition, taking the Kent's thick married cock, lovingly squeezing at his girth, hearts in your eyes as you choke a choppy babble past the tenseness of his hand on your throat; "Wa..nt need- Lov- Y..ou... please- Da..ddy...~"

It's enough to have Kent groaning deep, once fast fucking hips favouring a hard Roll. Slow. Mean. Snapping. Thrusts. Breath huffed in time with his hips, teeth grit as he speaks.

"Tryana' be my Baby? Hmmm?? Daddy's. Sweet. Lil'. Girl?" Words punctuated with his thrusts, pudgy tip kissing your insides with every snap. It seems to have triggered something in him, hazel eyes blown up, pupils dilated big and black, sweat dripping from his brow. "Daddy's sweet n'- Fuck.. His pretty Dolly, yeah??" You nod, strained against the hand on your throat, his fingers guaring your jaw, movement limited, the most pathetic and eager little nod he'd ever seen.

His hand comes off, planting under your other knee and you're manhandled into a dirty mating press, cock drilling into your poor pussy from above.

You knew you were wrong for it. And you're sure he knows it too. But Yoba be dammed if you ever go back to pitiful, longing looks from across the bar after this.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 106)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57014356/chapters/158623843

N helped Uzi follow her parents back into their apartment. V being dragged away by Lizzy despite the fact she'd didn't quite look like she wanted to leave just yet.

With Uzi riding on his back and both of his kids tucked into his arms, Bishop asleep and Tera… glaring daggers at Nori like she owed her money.

Khan was taking in the moment, constantly looking over at his wife like he was expected her to poof into dust or for him to wake up from a fever dream.

When he opened the door and let her inside, she stood in the middle of the living room, eyes scanning the apartment before she turned to face them.

“You put all my stuff away.” She observed, her expression nearly unreadable.

“I… you were gone so long…” Khan wilted slightly under her gaze, shuffling his feet.

She laughed, it sounded almost ethereal.

“It's just an observation Khan. Where'd ya put it when you thought I'd kicked it?” She smiled, Khan smiled back, almost love-struck.

He pointed his thumb to the closet door, labeled Nori's Kooky Insane Stuff.

She huffed in amusement. “I made that sign for a specific box, not all my stuff!” Khan smiled sheepishly, shrugging as if saying “I don't know, I thought I'd fit.”

N watched the exchange with a small smile, Uzi watching from his back in a mixture of awe and cringe from watching her parents be all awkward around each other.

Bishop squirmed in Ns arms, making a soft little babble up at him as he squinted his eyes, it got N's attention immediately and he hummed affectionately, bringing him up closer to his visor.

“Hey B, what is it you want buddy?”

Khan blinked from his awkward conversation, turning to look at N, who was placing Uzi on the couch gently.

“Need anything sweet bat?” He asked her, bringing his hand up to cup her cheek, which she leaned into without thinking

“Oil? I lost… a lot, and some cold sounds freaking amazing right now.” She replied, taking Bishop into her arms while N carried Tera on his shoulder.

“On it.” He leaned forward to kiss her forehead before moving off into her old room to find some.

She'd left some here just in case… good thing too, because he was getting low too.

Khan made his way up to Uzi, shuffling his hands together like he was nervous. Uzi rolled her eyes.

“His name is Bishop, Dad. And yes, you can hold him.” She held up the newborn, setting him in his grandfather's arms, he tensed for a moment before relaxing.

“Look at that… he's got white eyelights! Like me!” Khan grinned, brushing some silvery hair out of the little one's visor. “And skipped the pillbaby stage… ehehe.”

Bishop squinted up at him, bringing his tail up to chew on the vial.

“No stinger either…”

“Thankfully. Nanites in your internals don't feel very good… speaking from experience.” Nori commented, making Khan and Uzi look at her with hollowed eyelights.

“What?” Nori replied dumbly.

“Just as blunt as always…” Khan chuckled to himself before Nori came around to his side to look at Bishop too.

She cocked her head, examining him very closely. “Wonder why he didn't get yellow eyes, don't all murder drones have those?”

“He's not just a dissasembly drone though, he's got worker drone too.” Khan hummed, “Maybe he got it from me!” He grinned proudly.

Uzi thought more that Bishop got it from N's worker form. But she let her dad have his moment.

“Hmm.” Nori made a thinking noise, before shaking it off. “Suppose that makes sense.”

“NO!” Tera's indignant shout came from the bedroom, dripping with as much attitude a toddler could possibly have.

“Jellybean… what's the matter?”

“NO!”

N came out of her old bedroom with three oil cans, in one arm, and Tera's kicking, yelling form in the other, she seemed like she didn't want to come back out of Uzi's old bedroom.

“Here…” He handed a can to Nori and Uzi. “I'm not sure what's up with her… she's not usually like this.” He tried to hold Tera in a better position, but she suddenly bit his hand- hard.

“OW! Tera! What has gotten into you!?” He yelped as Tera scurried across the floor back into Uzi's old bedroom with feral hissing all the way.

He sighed. “Maybe she's upset at not being an only child anymore?” N offered, and Nori seemed to agree with him.

“Just a little mad she has to share Mama and Dada's attention now, I think.” She laughed again, covering her mouth as she did.

“It's… a little weird to have a Mu- ahem, a dissasembly drone as a grandson and… son in law.” She admitted, N rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Y-yeah uh…”

Khan jumped when Bishop starts wailing, throwing his balled up little fists around. “Ah… I think someone's hungry.”

He handed him off to Uzi, who chuckled lightly. “He's gonna be oil hungry like his Dad…”

She's laughing, cause otherwise she'd cry, she was gonna go through so much oil…

She filled a bottle N handed to her, and Bishop took it greedily, little fangs digging into the rubber tips as he suckled on it. He quieted as soon as the oil touched his lips, eyelights closing.

“There we go…”

“Your room is still set up to sleep in, I'm sure you're both tired… your mother and I have… a lot to talk about, regardless.” Khan glanced over at Nori, who blushed breifly. “B-bite me Khan!”

“Uh huh… talk.” Uzi hummed with a knowing look, causing Khan to flush himself.

“YES. Talk!” He clarified, raising his finger as his daughter chuckled, nodding as they both walked off towards Khan’s bedroom

N and Uzi both looked at each other, stress on all their features, before N reached down and picks her up, embracing her tightly. “It feels like today has lasted a month…” He admitted, speaking almost directly in her audial.

“Yeah…” Uzi agreed. “Mom's back and… Bishop, Tera.” She chuckled exhausted. “Kinda feels like a fever dream.”

“It's all good things though! Maybe all our bad luck was cashed in for good luck!” N smiled, giggling as he nuzzled Uzi's visor.

“I don’t think that's how luck works… but maybe.” She laughed eyelights dimming a little as a low power warning flickered on her visor.

“Hm, Bedtime then…”

“Carry me?” Uzi suggested, blushing slightly as Bishop curled up in her arms, listening to the core he was nestled inside of for months.

N laughed and kissed her on the forehead. “Course…”

He scooped her up and walked them to the bedroom, placing her on the bed and looking around for a certain squirmy kit.

Tera popped her head out of the pillowcase, to look at her parents, though N hadn't seen her yet, she looked guilty, crawling out to place her head over the hand she'd bitten.

“There she is! You wanna tell me why you're being so bitey?” N hummed, not so much angry about the bite itself, more worried about how out of character it was for her.

She licked the already healed wound. “Sowwry Papa…”

He picks her up “It's not okay to bite, but I'm not mad at you, you won't be in trouble if you tell me why.”

Little Tera furrowed her brow. “Don't feel good…”

N held her a little closer. “You don't feel good? Where?”

“Tummy…” She replied, almost dead quiet. “Lady makes it feel bad.” She finished.

“Lady? You mean Nori? That's just your grandma… why would she make your tummy feel bad?”

Tera shrugged, and made a face N is very familiar with-

“Nonono! Not on the bed!”

“Blegh!” She spilled her guts out. Thankfully out onto the floor and not on the bed, N having moved her in time.

“Aww… poor baby…” He hummed after it's over. When he turned Tera back around though, she still didn't look like she felt better, she was sweating, too warm, and oil still leaking out of her mouth.

She whimpered, holding onto him as she starts to tremble…

“Tera?”

Next ->

[paddymoonstruck]

DEAR READER | C.L 16 (ONE)

Notes: (This involves an Original Character btw)

* English isn’t my first language and I’m still trying to get back my writing mojo ehehe

* No trigger warnings besides mentions of catcalling ??

*This was written to be intentionally a bit vague since it’s just the first chapter

next parts: TWO | THREE

THE AROMA OF FRESHLY watered plants hit her senses. She exhaled the nature-given scent, producing a wave of serotonin in her body. A hand came up to brush away the brunette locks flying across her face from the strength of the wind. Her eyes gazed upon the calm rhythmic waves of the sea, smiling as the floral fragrance mingled with the salty taste of the air.

She was aware of the consequences. The blissful silence she was feeling had a price and the piper would eventually come for the gold. Nonetheless, she chose to bask at the few moments that she had left. Later, she’d be back to scrubbing at a her boss’ expensive yacht. Getting a nice manicure had been long rendered useless at how easily they’d get chipped.

Glancing down at her hands, a grimaced presented itself on her mouth as she spotted the dirt clinging on the inside of her nails.

As she got lost in her thoughts, she raked at her fingernails to clean through the icky substances. She truly had no qualms working for the rich. Not only do they pay handsomely, they also handed her occasional gift apart from her daily salary.

The amount of times she’d been mistaken for a hooker were extremely unhealthy. She often recalls the eye rolls she’d give the old men who’d whistle at her across the port as if she’s some sort of animal.

Lucky for her, her present employer was far from the elderly rich men, sporting beer belly that prey on girls younger than their own daughters.

Her boss was not passed sixty years of age. Instead of bothering young girls, he has this lovely wife and son whom he never fails to show his unwavering devotion to.

One could only dream of a life like his.

“Natalia!”

And here we go.

“Yes?” She yelled back, turning her body to look at the direction of her boss. She watched his towering stature make its way to the harbor, steps creaking beneath the wooden surface.

He squinted at the glare of the sun behind her head. “Would you like to join us for dinner?”

Her eyes widened at the invitation, hands waving from left to right. “Oh! I couldn’t possibly intrude—”

“Nonsense. You’re not.” He silenced her worries. “Come on.” Lending an arm to assist her down the step she was standing on.

Natalia stared at him, her features conveying incredulity. “Right now?”

He peaked at her curiously, slowly tugging her away from the port, taking care not to step on her dress. “It’s passed 6 PM . . .” At his remark, she raised her arm to take a look at her watch.

The hands did indicate a 18:37. Her mouth formed into an “o” at the confirmation. She hadn’t realize she had been dilly-dallying for that long. Her break started nearly two hours prior. The thought to recharge her energy were originally to last only an hour at best.

“I’m sorry— I completely lost track of time,” She apologized, tilting her head up to her boss who simply chuckled at her hushed tone.

“It’s quite alright.” He hummed, returning her gaze. “You’ve finished everything, haven’t you?”

She nodded her head, eyes glistening with pride. “I did! The magazines are back inside the father right cabinet, scrubbed the deck and the body. And I swear— It’s so clean, I could see my reflection ever surface,”

Her enthusiasm brought joy to him, optimg to approve her hard work. “Very good, then.” Natalia spotted his wife by one of the many luxurious cars they own.

A kind smile graced her lips as the pair approached her. “Oh, look at you! What have you been doing?” The motherly scolding tone was anything but scary to Natalia as the blonde woman began to fuss over the her.

“You should really tell her to come inside when she’s done, Toto . . .” Your boss winced at his wife’s glare.

Her graceful hands worked through Natalia damp locks, untangling the knots the had formed on her head. “I must’ve gone for a short swim. . .” She released a laugh to cover up her growing anxiety at the glare she threw her way. “I’m fine, Susie! Just need a shower— if we still have time?”

She glanced up at Toto, who suppressed a playful eye roll, nodding at the smiley girl nonetheless.

“Great! I’ll be back as soon as a can!” Natalia landed a peck on Susie’s cheeks before waving a hand to Toto, running back to their estate.

“That girl. . .” Toto clicked his tongue, but the grin on his face betrayed his true feelings.

“Absolutely adorable,” Susie chipped in, eyes crinkling at her husband’s own glee. But as she stared at Natalia’s retreating form, her expression fell serious. “I thought I told you to tell her that she doesn’t have to work for us anymore,”

Toto strides along with Susie as he answered the question. “I will, later over dinner.”

Susie raised an eyebrow at her husband, arms crossing to her chest. “Dinner? The one you’re having with Fred?”

“Yes— but,” He got ahead of her disapproving look, lifting a finger up to soothe away her frustration. “I’m taking her with me to broaden her connections.”

The enlightenment brought recollection to Susie’s features, heart warming the generous gesture Toto was giving to Natalia. “It’s nice that she knows what she wants, no?”

The tall man agreed, tucking his hands inside his pockets. It had been a nearly a year since Natalia started doing minor tasks for them. In her own faith, when she arrived at their residence, a natural rhythm fell place in her actions. The chores that were usually done by the usual cleaning lady was finished by her.

In her persuading self, she tried to Toto that she could do some of the boat cleaning as well. Of course, he was quick to deny her insistence, stating that her studies are the only thing she needs to focus on.

Natalia Valle was an exchange student from the Philippines. She had passed the examination for the University of Monaco and had been staying in the dorms for the last 3 years. That was until a financial crisis arose between her parents and before she knew it, a wet sponge and a bucket of water was her saving grace to get by everyday.

Thankfully, Susie had found her by the harbor. She sat there, eyes falling close a few times. The bags under her eyes were impossible to miss, conveying her lack of rest. Her hands gripped lightly at a fishing rod. The wooden handle constricted at her hand instinctively as the pull of an object from under the water awakened her spirit.

She flinched, eyes flying open at the force. Susie remembers hearing her devastated groans as the string snapped from its hook, light splashes appeared at the large body of water, indicating the fish’s escape.

One would turn away and go on with their life, Susie would have if she hadn’t seen the distinguish cut on her palm. The one she later turned over to use her fingers as a grapple to dig for another hook and string in her bag.

Getting Natalia’s wounds treated by Susie Wolff was definitely not in her bucket list. But she sat there, trying her best not to look too nervous as Susie herself dressed the long cut on her hand.

Susie didn’t need to make small talk, Natalia thought. Unknown to her, the genuine intentions that harbored Susie’s questions.

From there, Susie struck a deal with her after hearing how she ended up on that port. Susie offered to pay off her last year as a journalism student and her dorm rent. All she wanted in return was for her to graduate.

Of course, disbelief was a natural reaction. To Natalia, she hasn’t done anything special to earn a free pass for her burdens to be lifted off her shoulders.

As she expressed her hesitance, stating that she should not leech off someone else so easily with anything in exchange. Irises expanded at her sheer assertions to at least do something for them in return. To wrap her in solace, Susie agreed to the simple tasks.

Here they were, in the present. Natalia continued to work for her allowance despite Toto’s futile attempts to take the chores off the girl’s hands.

But tonight, he’ll finally be telling him a news that would make her, hopefully, drop all those cleaning supplies.

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Natalia clenched her hands in her lap, settling on admiring the silver bracelet adorned with the crystalline diamonds given to her by Susie last Christmas. Her fingernails chipped at her cuticles, watching the car pass through a series of establishments, deliberately crating a closer approximate to their destination.

The silk of her dress wrinkled at the spot which had had enclosed on her hand, leaving the mark of her worries.

“What’s the matter?”

Toto’s voice made spring her though back, choosing to return Toto’s waiting gaze.

“You didn’t tell me Charles was coming,” She sulked, her whiny tone caught a tug at the corners of Toto’s mouth.

“I knew you wouldn’t go if I told you,” The nonchalance of his shrug expelled a sigh from Natalia.

She tucked a stray curl behind her ear, twiddling with her phone. At the silence, her thoughts scrambled into one idea. One she couldn’t let go, electing to ask it.

“Are you switching teams?”

Toto didn’t seem astonished at her rash query, solely negating her with a soft “No, I’m not.”

The furrow of Natalia’s brows relaxed at his answer, shoulders sagging in defeat. She swore she had it.

The car came to a holt in front of a popular restaurant she was all familiar with. The bright lights twinkled in her vision as the valet opened her door. She tipped her head as a polite greeting, plucking herself from the seat. Her hand drew the rest of her dress out of the vehicle, proceeding to stand her full height.

Toto came to her side, patiently waiting to get herself ready. When she did, she strode with him to the cemented steps where he lent his hand as assistance.

Just one last step to spare before they’re at the door, but heavens had other plans.

“Toto!” An accented voice came calling from below. His joyful exclamation was accompanied by a chuckle similar to his expression.

Natalia found herself turning back as well. True enough, At the bottom of the stairs stood two figures. The jolly French team principal of Scuderia Ferrari, Frederic Vasseur and the team’s golden boy, Charles Leclerc were both wearing matching smiles.

Toto mirrored their smiles, extending a hand to Fred when the pair reached them. Natalia greeted the team principal as well, shaking his hand lightly. When she let go, her eyes wondered to the green eyed individual in front of her.

“Hi,” She chipped, giving him a soft grin to which he responded with a chuckle.

“Good evening, Natalia.” He roamed his eyes through her well-dressed figure. The silk on her body hugged her curves in all the right places. Charles realized he had been staring for quite some time. Fortunately, Toto invited everyone to come inside and start dinner.

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Dinner was going fairly well. The dimly lit hall invoked an air of ease, along with the delectable dishes that have been served. The candles illuminated her face, giving off a warmth through her skin.

She would go as far as to say it was perfect if it wasn’t Charles’ eyes burning into her face. Granted, when she would attempt to reciprocate his stare, he’d look away. Her consciousness made her click unto her phone’s camera, thinking there might be a peculiar substance on her appearance. However, after a few checks every little while, she found no disarray to her make up.

Why was he looking at her like that?

“Natalia,” At the sound of her name, she snapped her head towards Fred, who sat across Toto. “Toto tells me that you need an internship . . .”

The tone of his voice dripped of knowing. Natalia blinked back at him. “Yes, I am.” Was the only thing she could manage as she studied the expression on his face.

Is he? No, surely not.

Fred inclined his body, hands clasped together on the table as a smirk ghosted on his lips. “Well you’re in luck,” No way. “Ferrari’s currently accepting interns. Would you be—”

“Yes!” A hand slapped on her mouth as her voice resounded through the space.

Charles halted the chortle that crawled up his throat, concealing it with a bow of his head.

“Then it’s settled,” Toto clapped Natalia shoulder in a congratulatory amenity, a sense of pride flourishing in his chest. “Whenever you’re ready. I’ll drive you to the Ferrari headquarters.”

Natalia could barely contain her excitement at Toto’s claim. She stood up, reaching her hand toward Fred who gladly received it with the same enthusiasm.

“Thank you so much,” The heat of her eyes were beginning to burn, signaling her near waterworks. “This is such an honor, honestly. . .”

“Actually, we’re heading back to Maranello tomorrow.” Charles joined the conversation, peering up at her standing stature. “You can go with me, if you want,”

Natalia didn’t miss the emphasis on the last words, lips curling behind her teeth at the suggestion.

“That would be great,” She nodded, shooting him a grateful look. “Is 9 AM fine?”

Trying to catch Natalia’s gaze, he kept his on her. “Perfect.”

An indecipherable expression crossed Charles’ features, leaving as quickly as it came when Natalia blinked.

This is wasn’t a well thought idea. Natalia was aware of this fact. The thought of spending four hours in a car with Charles sent rippling shudders down her back. Perhaps the yearning to commit to her life long dreams were stronger than the impending discomfort she had to endure for a few moments.

After all, they both agreed never to speak about it ever again. A long car ride shouldn’t be so hard.

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NEXT PART: H E R E

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

ᴛᴡ: soft tickles

ᴀ/ɴ: :3

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"Wah! You've grown so strong hyung!" Hyunjin exclaims as he walks by, seeing how much his roommate really had grown. He swore just a few minutes he could've been bigger than Changbin, but now his arm barely wraps around his without a little struggle. There wasn't anything wrong with that of course, he loved seeing how the elder progresses into his fitness journey, a persistent determination that refuses to give up in terms of bodybuilding. Walking towards the rapper, he kneads the plump muscle, it feels like pillows and absolute heaven, almost akin to a stress ball that he's been waiting all day to squish.

"H-Hey! I know I'm strong, but who gave you permission to do that?!" That's what he really likes about Changbin. Despite his figure, looking as if he would crush you with the smallest wrong step, his nature was bashful. Even with his loud shouting in the younger's direction, after not stopping, a pale red begins to creep up on his cheeks, crumbling apart before his eyes. Cuddling him closer, Changbin shrieks as he feels arms wrapping around his surprisingly small waist, but melts into the hug, nonetheless. Maybe being the shortest in the group has its perks.

"Do you think I need permission to touch and hold my 'wife' as I please?" Hyunjin hums, and just like he thought, no sound comes from below him, knowing damn well that he won this battle. No matter how strong Changbin thought he was, somewhere in him, Hyunjin would always know exactly where to hit to get his heart going. Maybe the other members knew too, and sometimes it gave him a weird, icky feeling at the bottom of his stomach. Friendly jealousy was always a thing, Felix said, and that's what it was always made out to be. Hopefully.

"Hmph, whatever- Ehehe! W-Whahahat gives?!" The rapper squeals as fingers suddenly begin to roam onto his belly, making futile attempts to swat the fingers away; which instead just led them to find shelter under Changbin's shirt, scribbling over the smooth surface. The taller seems to pay no mind to the playful swatting on his wrists, instead just continuing the ministrations, cooing over the way Changbin's face flushed a bright red when his strong upfront was doing absolutely nothing to phase or stun the ferret in his tracks.

"Hmm, since you're so strong, you should be able to withstand a little tickling, right Hyung? Just a little harmless tickling, no way someone as strong as you can't handle it right?" Hyunjin whispered ever so kindly into Changbin's ear, almost a sweet coaxing that would lure any unsuspecting prey right into his trap. But of course, the elder wasn't fooled, he knew behind those sugar-coated words were an underlying sense of teasing, out to get him the moment he let his walls down. And it just so happened he had done it right from the start.

"Hyuhuhuhune plehehease! I neheheed to work out!" Changbin squeals, snorting when the nimble fingers tap at his hip bones, smirking in satisfaction when they tremble and buck in an attempt to get away from Hyunjin to no avail.

"Hm hm… always working out, never leaving any time for your dear 'husband'. But fine, I'll let you go~" Hyunjin sings, releasing his grip on Changbin surprisingly easy, much to the elder's shock. Usually, he would be persistent about his need to latch onto Changbin behind closed doors, knowing their act on camera had simply just made the younger want to cuddle closer to that real life teddy bear even more; the temptation growing stronger now that they were both roommates. Leaving him alone at his call was practically a miracle, and one that Changbin wasn't going to skimp on.

However, as he worked out, it wasn't missed that when a tall figure scooped him up and tickled him for an inch of his life against the soft gym floors, maybe he should've thought twice before listening to such instructions; but what could he say, he was bad at reading the signs!

[howlingday]

Ruby: Huh?

Cardin: Listen, toots, I'm happy you got me something for my birthday, but this belt buckle is absolute donk! I want a belt buckle that sits ABOVE my pubic mound, not ON my pubic mound. This is such a thoughtless gift, practically a blight, a curse on my junk. A-And it doesn't fit! I expect a full reimbursement, but I WILL be keeping the belt buckle! Let me be VERY clear about that!

Ruby: (Drops bag) Here's your GIFT RECEIPT! (Kicks, Leg caught)

Cardin: Wow! You just gave me a great excuse to let out my rage for LIFE! (Kicks her) Oh, man, Miss Raven would be so proud! So long as she didn't see me kick a girl in her uterus.

Raven: WHAT DO I ALWAYS SAY ABOUT BOOTIN' THE UTE?!

Cardin: MISS RAVEN?! NO! YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT!

Raven: YOU ARE UNWORTHY OF MY TEACHINGS, AND YOU ARE UNWORTHY OF THIS BELT!

Cardin: MISS RAVEN, NOOO~! (Pummeled) Oogh! Is- Is that a uterus? Did a uterus come out of my butt? I have one of those?!

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Ruby: (Sobbing) That's the fifth uterus come out of a dude's butt this week~!

Yang: He had five uterussies in his butt?

Penny: That is too too many...

Ruby: I feed them! I enrich their enclosures with gifts and they STILL die on me! How is a Daddy supposed to find his indestructible kitten now, nyah~?

Yang: Have you tried lying on your back in a submissive position?

Penny: Impossible. The gravitational pull of her gazoon keeps Ruby upright and center to our beautiful black and white planet-

Yang: Could you simplify that for me? I read at a fifth-grade level.

Penny: Queen-like behavior. Must request funding for more research.

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Ruby: Is it too much to ask for a mousey, stuttering, five-foot train wreck of a boy who can take a PAWUNCH?!

Whitley: (Being bullied)

Ruby: (Sits next to him) Hey~. Those child 5 shoes you're wearing~?

Whitley: ...

Ruby: ...Forget it. I prefer it when they struggle.

Ruby: UGH! Brothers, why must you taunt your thickest thighs with the most weak-willed men~?

Whitley: I AM STRUGGLING! I'm a bookish, wimpy dude who reads tabloids FOR FUN! I had ROSACEA at three years old! My future does NOT shine bright! Does that dude have five uteruses out there?

Ruby: Oh... That's why you were getting picked on...

Whitley: OGH! YOU RESPONDED TO ME! THAT MEANS I GET TO ACCOST YOU WITH MY SPECIAL INTERESTS~! Grimm! Alternate Universes! Koikatsu and Blender erotica! This tabloid doesn't make any sense, but I LOVE it~! I even sent pictures of myself topless and they printed it~! Wanna see~?!

Ruby: My scroll battery died eight hours ago and it's STILL more entertaining than what you're saying.

Whitley: Would you believe this magazine even taught me how to cut my own hair? It's not a bad bowl cut, I swear~! IT'S INTENTIONAL!

Ruby: GRIMM don't exist! YOUR HAIRCUT shouldn't exist! AND THIS CONVERSATION is now NON EXISTANT!

Whitley: (Drops magazine)

Ruby: And that's that, boy... (Walks away)

Whitley: ...say sike right now...

Ruby: ...Sike right now. (Walks back) ...Bitch.

Ruby: Was it as good for you as it was for me~?

Whitley: (Sniffles) Thank you, Mistress~! May I please have some more~?!

Ruby: (Hands over tabloid) Hey... Is there anything about wizards in your big, dumb magazine?

Whitley: KHEK! EHEH! N-No, no, this magazine is for intelligent people.

Ruby: I WAS TRYING TO MATCH YOUR FREAK, WHAT THE FUUUCK?! I dare you- I DARE YOU to spend the night somewhere with magic, NOT a Faunus burial mound, and the deal is if you end up seeing a wizard, you have to be my squishy, little boi-wife!

Whitley: AND if you see a Grimm, which, congratulations, you're now a member of society whose IQ isn't the same number as room temperature, AND you have to be MY squishy, little boi-wife!

[claire-elvisgirl]

LITTLE SISTER

Summary: You and your big sister Emily have become Elvis’ friends and now you’re on tour with him and the guys. But suddenly he realizes he sees you as something more than just a friend.

Warnings: 18+, smut, Age gap (f 18/m 35), flirting, Elvis is facing an ending marriage (not Priscilla), cheating, sex

Word cunt: 4451

Las Vegas, Elvis’ dressing room

“What do ya think y/n?” he asked looking at himself in the mirror. You went close to him and stared from his hair to his feet. He wore a two-pieces suit, black pants and a gold jacket with black boots, his hair perfectly combed. Sometimes you forgot how perfect he was. “I think you look wonderful!” you answered gently.

He smiled and pinched your cheek: “Thanks y/n. This suit is really great, but…don’t ya think the jacket it’s too flashy?”

You made him turn around for you and you waltzed around him like a vulture on a prey: “Well, the stage is dark, you need something to enhance your figure!”

“That’s a very good point baby, I knew I didn’t waste my time keepin’ ya around…ehehe!”  he joked.

“Hey!” you slapped him on his shoulder “Don’t you dare, you know? You’d be lost without me!”

You two loved to play; you pranked each other and laughed together, even for the littlest thing. You shared thoughts, memories, bad and good moments and lately you got closer and closer to each other. You were attracted to him, but he was a married man and even if his marriage wasn’t going too well, you didn’t want to be pointed as the one who broke it definitely. You held your feelings in your heart, hoping that maybe someday, things would have changed. You were still drowning in your thoughts, when he took you back to earth.

“Maybe if it was of another colour…” he mumbled.

“I think you’re perfect! And besides, it’s not what you wear that makes the show, it’s your voice!” you reassured him patting his arm.

“Well thank ya y/n, you’re always so sweet…I’m very grateful that ya are close with my family. Aaand if it wasn’t for my wife, I swear I could have a lil’ crush on ya…” he laughed and slapped gently your butt, making you gasp.

“I…I think I better go now…” you blushed.

“Sure baby…I understand. Well, if ya ever wanna hang out, sometimes, just lemme know!” he smiled and winked, then he came close to you and kissed your cheek: “See ya around!”

You ran out of his dressing room and took a deep breath. His words took you by surprise. He put on his jacket and started to get ready for the show. He looked one last time at himself in the mirror and he mumbled: “I hope she ain’t taking it seriously…I mean, I said that I would have a crush on her if I wasn’t married, but…God, I was only kiddin’…” he laughed and practiced some karate moves, then he walked up to the stage.

You ran back to your sister Emily and you told her what happened with Elvis. She widened her eyes and couldn’t believe her ears: “Wow, it seems he has a crush on you, sis. I didn’t imagine Elvis liked you, now I’m getting’ a bit jealous! I might have to take him away from you!”

You both laughed together talking about him. You agree with Emily that he could be a little hard to handle sometimes, but he was also incredibly kind and a good friend.

“He sure is cute and I like him a lot, but you know he’s married!” you sighed.

“Yeah sis, it’s the only problem here, and it’s quite a big deal, but let me tell you something, he has a bit of a reputation with girls…if you know what I mean!”

“A good or a bad one?” you laughed; but at the same time Emily’s words made you think that he could make a move on you.

“Well, you know he’s very charismatic and handsome. Maybe he won’t do anything to embarrass you, but I would be cautious sis!”

He showed up, walking through the hallway.

“Shh, he’s coming…” she hushed you.

He came up behind you and Emily: “How’s my favourite lil’ girls? Why are y’all whisperin’?”

You smiled at him: “Oh nothing, we were just tattling about you!” you and Emily looked at each other and laugh. He looked at you both with a questioning look: “Oh really? What did ya find so funny? Tell me!” he asked squeezing your arms. He seemed interested in what you said and he laughed at himself a bit.

“Don’t worry, nothing serious…now go, or you’ll be late for your show!”

Alright, alright…” he gave you and Emily a quick kiss on the cheek for good luck “Love ya both!”

He smiled and walked away getting ready for the show.

“We’ll be in the first row!” you yelled. He laughed and after a while he was on stage, performing for his fans, doing what he loved the most. He made sure everything was set up, the band prepared and the audience was all sitting He went on stage and got an amazing response from the crowd. They cheered and screamed as he walked out. He gave them a quick wave before standing in front of the microphone. Your eyes didn’t lose him for a second while he was singing and you thought he was really handsome, more than you’ve ever noticed before. He sang his first song and he noticed you watching at him almost hypnotized. He smiled and winked at you. At the end of the show, he went back in his dressing room and you followed him. You knocked on his door: “Elvis!? It’s y/n!”

He opened the door and smiled: “Y/n, come in honey!” he let you in gladly surprised “Ya need something?”

“Well, I…just wanted to congratulate I guess…it’s been an amazing show and…” you stuttered.

“Aw thank ya honey, it means a lot that ya came back just for that!” he grabbed you and gave you a quick hug “But I hope ya didn’t come just to tell me this…” he lifted your face gently. He kept hugging you as you admired his handsome face so close to you: “I…no…me and Emily were leaving and…”

He stopped you: “You’re leavin’ already? I was hopin’ ya would stay and hang out with us, but…okay…I’ll see ya tomorrow!”

He gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek as he ran his fingers through your hair. You felt his hand running down your back and down to your hips. You pulled back from him: “Well…thank you again…bye!”

As you left his dressing room you felt strange, he never made you feel that way. You found Emily and came back to your room with her. After an hour you were almost asleep and you felt someone knocking softly on your door. “What the…who could that…”

You got up from the bed and opened the door. Your jaw dropped on the floor and you covered yourself as you were wearing just a very small shirt and panties: “Elvis!? What are you doing here? Are you crazy?”

“Shh baby…I know it’s really late, but I just wanted to say goodnight and lettin’ ya know how much I appreciate our talk today. You’re really a wonderful girl…you’re really not a baby anymore…and…”

You stood there waiting for him to finish: “I…I wanted to know if ya wanted to…to hang out with me sometimes…I-I mean…just we two…without the guys…what do ya say?”

You were about to say no, without thinking too much, but his request left you speechless. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were very attracted to him, even if he was much older than you: “Look Elvis…I was going to sleep, can we…can we talk tomorrow?”

He seemed upset and disappointed: “Why tomorrow baby? Ya can’t talk right now? What the hell…sure I can wait tomorrow, sure I’m not that important, am I?! You don’t wanna go out with me, then why don’t ya just say it!?”

“Sshh…look I didn’t say no, it’s just…this is not the right moment, I don’t wanna wake Emily up…and I’m tired too…please…” you answered whispering.

“Oh yeah, right…sorry…forget about it. I mean, I have so many women to talk to…I thought we might have been a thing, but forget it, really…” he walked away pissed.

You ran after him: “No no no…wait…wait…”

He stopped and yelled: “What do ya mean ‘no wait’? Ya think I’m playin’ games? Ya know what…I ain’t got time to waste!”

He left you there in the hallway and walked away. You felt suddenly sad, as something broke inside you. Emily got up from her bed and came close to you: “Honey what’s going on? Why was he so upset?”

You got back in the room: “Forget it, you were right about him…he’s an asshole!”

You slammed the door behind you, you buried your face in your pillow and cried all your tears out.

*

Three days after…

You avoided him for the following three days and even when you met by chance, he ignored you completely. Then you decided to try to talk to him. You went to his room and you found him relaxing in his armchair. The sunlight was peeking through the window, kissing his hair, making him look incredibly beautiful; he looked like a god. You stood in front of him: “Hi…”

He didn’t even raise his eyes and you tried to talk to him again: “Please, say something…”

Silence again. A silence as heavy as a rock. You kneeled down, almost between his legs, trying to catch his eyes. You moved a hand on his knee, but you gasped as he grabbed and squeezed your wrist and looked at you with a cold stare: “You’re in a dangerous position baby!”

You jumped back scared, but he didn’t let you go: “What do ya want y/n?”

“Look…I’m sorry for how I treated you! I just wanted to say I’m sorry, I really am!”

You knew his pride would have never let him lose, not at first at least, but you had to try. He meant too much to you to lose his friendship. He didn’t say a thing, he kept looking at you with his deep blue eyes: “First ya treat me like a piece of trash and then ya came crawlin’ back?!”

“It’s not like that…I knew you were angry and I didn’t want to disturb you. You had concerts to do and you surely didn’t have time to spend with me…after all, you said so yourself, didn’t you?!”

He jumped from the chair and towered you: “Don’t ya dare to talk to me like that, girl!!!” he whispered in gritted teeth. You swallowed hard. You never saw him that angry.

“Look baby, I’m havin’ a lil’ trouble forgivin’ ya for what ya did last night, but…” his voice softened, he took you closer to him and hugged you tight: “…I’m glad ya came back!”

He held you for a very long time, as he was afraid of letting you go. You could feel the strength of his arms keeping you safe and you felt like nothing in the world could harm you. You lift your arms and hugged him back whispering: “I’m sorry…” while a tear fell from your eyes. Without breaking the hug, he caressed your hair gently and moved his lips on your neck: “It’s okay baby…the only thing that matters is that you’re here with me…I thought I’d lost ya!”

You heard him sighing deeply, almost like he was crying, but you didn’t have the courage to check if it was true. You just enjoyed the most wonderful hug of your life, while his lips explored your neck, leaving a trace of sweet little kisses all over. Then you whispered in his ear: “I’m here!”

*

The morning after, Emily got up before you and came to wake you up. You yawned and stretched in your bed and slowly you woke up, thinking again about that sweet moment with him just a day earlier. Emily shook you gently: “Rise and shine sis, I got something to show you!”

“Oh God Emily…what could be more important than breakfast now?” you answered tired.

“Check your phone princess!” she answered throwing it at you. You grabbed the phone and found a message from him. Emily smiled and teased you: “What you’re hiding? Why now he writes you in private?”

You looked at her, unsure to tell her or not what happened. But then you thought that she was your only sister and you shared everything with her, so, why not?

“Okay can you keep a secret?” you asked her “I saw him yesterday and…he’s gonna take me out…tonight!”

Emily widened her eyes: “What???”

You shut her mouth: “Sshh…I told you…it’s a secret. Please, don’t ruin everything!”

Emily stood there in disbelief: “Are you gonna go? You never know what might happen…I mean, we know him pretty well, I’m just prayin’ he doesn’t want to take advantage of you…”

You sat on the bed: “Actually I was planning to go, but…I can’t help but think he’s married…I mean, if he’s ready to cheat on his wife with me, what could stop him to cheat on me with someone else?”

Emily listened very carefully, then she headed for the door: “You only live once, sis! You would be crazy to turn him down, besides you think all these men are all that loyal? So just put on your sexy dress and heels and go make me proud! Just be careful!”

You jumped out of bed and hugged her: “Thank you! I’ll tell you all about that tomorrow. And remember, don’t let anything out of your tongue!”

“I got your back, cross my heart!” she laughed as she left the room.

You went to fix your hair and you picked up your favourite dress, the one he loved so much. You still couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

*

When you met him that night, he smiled. “I couldn’t wait to see ya baby, ya look so beautiful tonight!” and he kissed you, with a gentle touch. You were very excited, but still you wondered if you were doing the right things.

“Thank you, Elvis…you look great too!” you answered blushing. You were excited and nervous at the same time and you didn’t know how to handle all these new feelings. “You did ask me out so gently and I treated you really bad, but now I’m happy we settled everything!”

You got in his car and as he drove away, you looked at him; he was really beautiful. You felt your heart beating faster than ever and you realized that, maybe, what you felt wasn’t just a simple friendship, but you couldn’t let yourself go with him: “Look I wanna make one thing clear…before we go any further…I hope you don’t think this is a romantic date…I mean…we’re…friends, right?!”

 He smiled mischievously staring at the road ahead: “Sure…friends…”

His answer left you speechless and you kept talking: “I mean, I’m not ready for a relationship and I think I’m way too young for you!”

“Well, you’re young, but you’re not a child…and ya make me feel things I’ve never felt before. I just can’t explain it…” he smiled with passion.

“Oh please…you’re married!”

He frowns: “Oh baby…I think it’s time I tell ya something…my marriage isn’t the same anymore…and I think we both know what is happening! Please, give me a chance!”

“Oh God, this is so weird…”

You looked out of the window and your mind raced away in a thousand thoughts. You never imagined he was going through such a pain. He never showed his feelings to anybody, but in that moment, he was opening his heart to you and you saw him extremely human and vulnerable.

He spoke again: “Please…give me a chance…ya don’t have to answer now, but I want ya to know it. This isn’t a normal date, let me show ya the way I feel and then ya decide what to do!”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“Baby I know you’re confused, I know it’s a lot to handle, but I promise ya won’t regret it!” he caressed your hand. The last thing you wanted was to ruin him and his career, but he was pressing on you so much and deep inside your heart you knew you loved him: “I don’t know…what if someone finds out?” you asked.

“Look, gimme one night…just one night and then ya can decide if ya want me or not. I promise ya won’t regret a thing, please!? Will ya do this f’me?” he asked sadly.

“Just one night?” you asked.

“Yeah y/n, just one night…and if ya should find out ya don’t love me…I’ll understand, or at least I’ll try to!”

You looked away from him. His eyes were pleading you, and you wanted to resist, but you couldn’t. If something would have gone wrong, it would have been very hard not to see each other again, as you were practically always together. After a while, you both realized ya didn’t have a choice, because the feelings that bonded you was too strong and you accepted his offer. One night. Just one night with him to really understand your feelings. You grabbed your phone and you texted Emily:

“I’m officially in trouble! He wants to spend the night together…I couldn’t say no!”

She took her phone and as she read your message, she widened her eyes. She texted back:

“What’s going through your mind? It was supposed to be just a dinner, why did you say yes?”

“I don’t know…I’ll go and then I’ll see what happens…I’ll text you later. Love u!”

Emily was worried about you. Things were starting to slip out of hand and she didn’t want you to get hurt or heartbroken. She tried to call you, but you didn’t answer. She couldn’t help but think that he was twice your age and she was scared to see you suffer. But you were so excited about what was happening, that she decided to give him a chance with you. She texted again:

“Okay, enjoy your night, but if he breaks your heart or if he tries something wrong, I swear I’m gonna kick his ass!”

*

After dinner, you drove back to the hotel and he walked you to his suite. He looked around to check no one was watching and then he locked the door. He got close to you and he hugged you: “Don’t be scared baby…I’m not gonna hurt ya! Now that you’re here I’m never lettin’ ya go, but first I wanna show ya a good time. I wanna make ya feel good. Can I have a kiss for a start? Pretty please?!” he asked you with puppy eyes.

You were scared to death, but your lips met after a while and the kiss became longer and deeper. You seemed to melt as he pulled you closer to him and you kept kissing until you fell on the bed. You kissed him passionately and you took it slow at first, but then you became more eager and he returned your kiss with passion. He pulled you on top of him and you moaned a little. You seemed to be losing yourselves into each other and your lips were moving faster.

“That’s it baby…let it go!” he whispered. He moaned and breathed heavily. He pulled you even closer and you felt your heart pounding like a drum. You became more intimate as he started to making you experience what real love really was. You kept kissing him on his neck making him moan louder. In that moment you felt the urge to touch him and you moved your hand underneath his shirt, caressing his chest. He was turned on and he enjoyed every second and every little touch you gave him. He wanted more, he wanted to take it further. While he breathed heavily, he touched your body too, feeling your waist, your thighs and your chest as he moved his hands all over you.

“Baby, I’m goin’ crazy…come a lil’ closer, move your hand down baby, make me feel like a real man, show me what ya can do!”

You obeyed and you moved your hand down, caressing him in his most intimate parts. You were nervous and you started very soft, but after a while, the sensation of feeling his member pulsing for you, gave you courage and you slid a hand in his pants, touching it, feeling it, hard as rock under your touch.

“Oh baby...ya can do anything ya want with me, I’m all yours…touch him, play with him…yeah…that’s it…”

After a while he grabbed your hand and removed it from his pants. He took you and he rolled you over, pinning you down on the bed: “Baby I can’t wait anymore, I love ya so much…” he whispered as he caressed your hair. He kissed you desperately on your neck and as you felt his body on you, you moaned more and more. You were enjoying his body and suddenly you felt him fully on you. You hugged him, pulling you closer to you and you whispered in his ear: “Elvis…I…I never thought I would feel this way, but…I love you…that’s what I need…that’s what I want…I need this, right now…”

He breathed loudly and groaned: “Yeah baby, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back…I wanna feel ya, kiss ya…I…I wanna take ya…now!”

He looked at you deeply and passionately with love and desire in his eyes. You looked back at him and you both knew what you want from each other now. The fire inside of you both was burning strongly and you didn’t want to control it anymore. He lifted up your shirt and you felt his hand on your skin, but it only turned you on more than ever. Then he started to kiss your chest making you gasp: “D’ya like that darlin’? Does that feel nice?”

You gulped, trying to think, but your mind was blown away. He got back to your lips and as he kissed you, his tongue slipped in your mouth. You let your hand moving over his body as you kissed him, your body pressing up against his. He pulled away for a moment and whispered: “Keep it up baby, that’s what I was talkin’ about…” he nodded in pleasure as you moaned and kissed him more passionately.

“So damn sweet…so good…keep goin’ baby…that’s it…God, you’re getting’ me so hot…” he was turned on as never before and with every second passing, he wanted you more and more. Suddenly he moved his hand down and touched you right between your legs, without taking off your clothes.

“Oh God…” you felt his hand caressing you, gently, sending shivers down your spine. It was just a matter of seconds and you were slowly undressing each other, enjoying the touch of your bodies one against the other.

He looked at you with love: “Oh God, just look at ya, you’re so perfect…” he sighed and put his hand back into your hair, looking down at you. He smiled at you and his hands moved down to play with the fabric of your panties. He moved them aside and his hands reached your core, but this time he was touching it directly, his fingers playing gently with your sensitive flesh. You moaned louder as he kept caressing you. He was gentle and delicate and you enjoyed every second of it, but suddenly he paced up and you felt two fingers sliding inside of you. His thumb started to play on your clit, gently pressing on it in circular motion. You were over the moon. You didn’t think you could ever experience such a pleasure.

“Elvis...please…don’t stop!” you begged him arching your back and moaning. He kept moving, but after a while he stopped and looked at you. He didn’t say a thing, but you knew what he wanted. Without answering, you nodded, giving him your consent to reach the next step. He took off your pants slowly and stood there for a while, staring at your white panties. You felt you heart beating faster and faster, but you were not afraid. It was excitement, pure love for him. He looked at you, almost as if he was afraid of hurting you, but when he saw your total surrender to him, his hands grabbed your panties and took them off. He took off his clothes too and he spread your legs apart. The sight of your trembling pussy, made him turned on even more and he leaned down, kissing your clit with passion and as he breathed and moaned on you, your excitement grew stronger. He climbed on top of you and as he did, you felt the tip of his hard cock pressing gently at your entrance. He stood there for a while, looking at you with eyes full of love.

“Baby, are ya…”

You hushed him with your finger on his lips. He perfectly knew it was the first time for you, but he knew you wanted it and so he did. He moved slowly, pushing himself inside of you, making you gasp as you felt his member stretching you.

“Oh God…”

“Sshh baby…I won’t hurt ya…don’t worry…”

He pulled back a bit, before shoving it in a second time. As he kept moving in and out, his pace increased, making you almost cry. You grabbed his shoulders, piercing his skin with your nails. The pain soon turned into pleasure and as he caressed your hair he whispered sweetly: “My lil’ baby…all mine…”

His words made you trembling. Just the thought of being completely his, sent you right on your edge. He thrusted again inside of you and every time he reached your g-spot, you let out a loud moan.

“I wanna make ya mine baby…mine forever…can I…?” he didn’t finish his phrase, as he felt a long wave of pleasure hurting him and before he could say something he came hard into you, filling you up. Feeling his cock releasing inside your body was the highest pleasure you ever felt in your life and after a while, the same wave hit you too, making your walls clenching around him. He enjoyed your orgasm groaning and then he fell on you exhausted, with his head resting on your chest. The room was suddenly silent. Your bodies were still wrapped around each other and the only sound that echoed around was your breaths slowing down. He kissed you with passion as he tried to catch his breath and then he held you tight.

“Well, I used to pull your pigtails

and pinch your turned-up nose,

but you’ve been a-growin’

and baby it’s been showin’

from your head down to your toes”

[lesb0]

oof that bi women and lesbians post reminded me of a girl i was friends with in college i hadnt thought about in years… at the time she used to say she was a lesbian and she was always saying basically those same things on your post to me bc im bisexual. then i met my girlfriend (she my wife now eheh <3) and oh my god she got so weird about it so quick, always saying in front of my friends and my gf how i was gonna cheat on her and leave her for a man bc i was adcited to dick (her actual words one time btw i wish i was joking). i eventually snapped and stoped talking to her, i later found out she almost exclusively dated weird creepy dudes and real sleezy men from our college until she eventually stoped identifying as a lesbian…. idk man the things people who are hurting will do just to hurt other people is crazy, hope shes healed now

This is crazy, bullying another woman because she doesn't have to pretend to like women is truly pathetic

[godsofhumanity]

Idk why this came to mind but

Any Huitzilopochtli-Coyolxauhqui sibling dynamic hcs?

I feel like everyone forgets Coyolxauhqui is Huitzilopochtli's sister...

HULLO. YES.

first of all. i invite you to peruse my Huitzilopochtli hc's here,, and if you are interested, also, shameless self-plug, but my visual hc's for Huitzilopochtli and Coyolxauhqui on the 2nd page (just a rough sketch ehehe but that's what i imagine!)

now.

Coyolxauhqui is the older sibling. as per the lore, Coyolxauhqui also has 400 younger brothers, the stars; the Centzonhuītznāhua.

i think, to understand Coyolxauhqui's fight with Huitzilopochtli, we have to imagine what life was like BEFORE Huitzilopochtli was born.

and i hc that Coyolxauhqui was actually quite lovely. i think she had one of those subtle smiles... not bursting out into laughter, but she'd smirk a lot and her younger brothers' antics.

i think she has razor sharp wits-- she's quick to give out witty retorts and they're GOOD.

being the older sibling of ANY family is a tough role to play-- many look up to you and you have to look after all your younger siblings. but now Coyolxauhqui has 400 YOUNGER SIBLINGS, all brothers--- i think life was pretty hectic for her.

she had to be stern and tough so that she could help her mother raise all of them.

there isn't any mention of who Coyolxauhqui's father is, but we must assume she had one since she was so furious at the method by which Huitzilopochtli was born (more on that later), but Coatlicue, her mother, is mentioned as being the wife of Mixcoatl, so i think it seems reasonable to hc him as Coyolxauhqui's father also.

now, Mixcoatl is the god of the hunt, and i think he may have taught Coyolxauhqui and her brothers a lot about fighting and hunting... i think they would all be quite good at it.

however, being the god of the hunt, i hc Mixcoatl to be away from home a lot of the time.... i think in those times, Coyolxauhqui would bond a lot with her mother, them being the only two women in the family.

as a result, i imagine Coyolxauhqui to have utmost admiration and respect for her mother. she is like; the role model of all time to Coyolxauhqui. she does everything correctly, the way the law writes things should be.

everything is PERFECT.

UNTIL. the feather-ball incident.

and that completely shatters Coyolxauhqui's image of a perfect mother. she sees it as the ultimate dishonour... in Coyolxauhqui's mind, this child conceived between the feathers and her mother is not even her sibling at all.... it's just an abomination. something which, as the eldest, it is her duty to be rid of.

that's how i think, Coyolxauhqui becomes cold and mean... fixated on only one thing; the destruction of her mother and her unholy child.

i have a soft spot for characters who uphold the law so deeply that they will even hurt their family if it means keeping their "honour".. and i think Coyolxauhqui is exactly that.

for Huitzilopochtli, his whole childhood is robbed from him due to Coyolxauhqui's attack.... he literally never gets the time to grow up and just be a kid the way Coyolxauhqui and her brothers had... i think he can be very awkward and unsociable a lot of the time because he never had siblings to play with, to share with, to laugh with... and i think that makes him grumpy most of the time. it's just one battle after the other with no break.

so in a way, Huitzilopochtli is actually sooo similar to Coyolxauhqui.

if not for the fighting, they would have been the perfect siblings.

as for Coatlicue. i think her heart simply breaks to see her children fighting. i don't hc her to hate Coyolxauhqui; she always will remain her child... there is a myth where Huitzilopochtli places Coyolxauhqui's head in the sky which becomes the moon so that Coatlicue might see her daughter every day. so that tells me she didn't hate her.

Huitzilopochtli also-- i think he would stop fighting if Coyolxauhqui did.... he only fights to survive.

as a final note; in the myths, Huitzilopochtli chops Coyolxauhqui's head off... but i like the idea that he cuts her head off, and then her head re-attaches or at least regrows, so that they are perpetually locked in a battle; a mirror of Ra's fight with Apep, if you get what im saying!

perhaps her brothers recover her head for her... in any case, i like the idea of Coyolxauhqui having a scar at the base of her neck from the number of times her head has been lopped off by Huitzilopochtli.

[damian-lil-babybat]

You, Achilles, shine too brightly for a tragedy, that it felt like the sun extinguished itself. Your weakness was never your heel, but your heart.

Quote in the fanart is from "The Song of Achilles" by Madeline Miller

“Name one hero who was happy."

I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.

"You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.

"I can't."

"I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."

"Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.

"I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."

First fanart using a new procreate 😭. Thank you for my friends for the gift! I keep thinking of what fanart to make and idk why I gravitate to him. Hope you like it po, eheh. Took me five hours figuring so many new things but its fun 🤗.

[hakusins]

With several kids Zeus has had, how would you rank them from most to least favourite story-wise? ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

i know damn well you didn't just ask me one of the most impossible questions to answer because that man has more kids than some pantheons have gods. HJBERFBEJRF so for simplicity's sake, I'll only talk about his Olympian/Godly children! if you want his demigod kids, i can rank them in a separate asks (because I do want to go to sleep at some point)

(Most -> Least)

Athena - Ares - Artemis - Dionysus - Apollo - Hermes - Eileithiya - Hebe.

however if you want to consider Hephaestus and Aphrodite as Zeus' children then this is the list:

Athena - Ares - Aphrodite - Artemis - Dionysus - Hephaestus - Apollo - Hermes - Eileithiya - Hebe.

personally i'm into the myths where Aphrodite was created by Uranus' castrated schlong that fell into the ocean and Hephaestus is a creation of Hera who tries to conceive a baby by herself without Zeus' help.

the reason why I love Athena is because of her origin myth. Originally before Hera, Zeus was married to Metis - who helped lead the charge with Zeus during the Titanomachy against Zeus' tyrannical father, Kronos and the Titans. However, when Metis was pregnant, Zeus was told of a prophecy that if Metis gave birth to a boy, the boy would overthrow Zeus. Zeus, following in his father's footsteps, tricked pregnant Metis to transform into a fly and ate her to stop her from giving birth to a boy. However, Metis gave birth anyways and one day, Zeus got a terrible headache and his head was split open to reveal the fully grown goddess Athena who introduced herself as Zeus' daughter. I dont know, to me its just so fascinating to me that on top of being Zeus' favourite daughter, Athena technically HAS the birthright to inherit the throne of the gods because of the prophecy. However, the only issue is that she's not a boy. This is why I feel so drawn towards Athena, because every single thing about her points towards her being the best heir to the Throne, its just that this is not reachable for her because she's a not a boy.

As for Hebe, she's the goddess of youth and the child of Zeus and Hera. There's nothing wrong with her! I think she's very beautiful and lovely, on top of that she's the wife of Heracles. But in terms of story, she doesn't really stand out and there's not much beyond these two facts about her. I would change my mind if I come across more stories about her but right now she sits at the lowest spot on the list!

i can be missing some because i forgot all of the godly children that Zeus may had. but so far these are the ones I can think up from the top of my head! some bonus doodles as thank you for these questions wool ehehe

[melancholitas]

Regarding Law's recent fashion choices:

What one might think

~ wearing a wife beater? He lost his grip on life (as if he even had one to begin with tbh)

~ the coat? He's an edgelord, duh

~ probably too tired and just grabbed something from his chair pile

What I think Law thought

man, it's getting chilly. I got to keep my kidneys warm. But I still wanna show off my tats. So I can't just wear my new Cora-san coat, I'm not weak to the cold! I don't wanna freeze my nips off tho. Oh, I know! I'll just wear this light thingy I found somewhere, and then drape the coat over it!

Then I look just like a hero with the cape *ehehe*

How did that even happen

It was Penguin who tossed the top out of Shachis dresser because he found it offensive. How the turns have tabled. If he knew the Captain would find it he would have burned it for good. Now he has to hype it because Law looks like an adorable drenched cat in it. Shachi won't stop mocking him as well, because the whole turn of events is sending him. Maybe Penguin will strangle him with the very same clothing later, who knows.

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Hiii!

I love your Wilson x peds story! I love how he's so in love with her... Would you be able to write how they met? I'd love to see his reaction to her ehehe

Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Let's establish first of all that James fell for peds first. Her first day on the job of Head of Paediatrics and it was lunch time and she was desperate for a sandwich. However, Cuddy hadn't gotten that far into the tour because of a 'House' emergency. So she plucked up the courage and tapped a doctor on the shoulder. He turned around and managed to lower his gaze to meet her bright eyes.

He was so overcome by her smile that he'd barely registered what she'd said.

"Pardon?" "Where's the cafeteria? I'm new see, Dr y/l/n head of peds." "James Wilson, head of oncology." They shook hands and he didn't want to ever let her go. But he eventually did when she'd registered the awkward length of the handshake.

This is when they met but they didn't actually have the joy of working together until 2 weeks into her stay.

Unfortunately, it was anything but joyful.

She had a patient, 6 year old girl, who was in for persistent headaches.

She'd done a CT scan and there had been something weird on the scan that she didn't understand, but as it was a mass she felt it safer to take it to Wilson.

He'd been so happy when she'd entered his office and suddenly became as nervous as a teenage boy. Going as far to try but fail to tidy up his desk for her. But this was all ruined when he saw the scan.

"Y/n, it's a brain tumour. It's malignant. I know that is the answer you feared. But that is what this is."

Y/n began to giggle uncomfortably as tears streamed down her cheeks. James is used to this sight now, knowing it is her way of coping. But the first time he saw it, his heart broke a little. Someone so strong and positive reduced to fragility.

In that moment he wanted nothing more than to gather her up in his arms but professionalism refrained him.

She went to leave his office, having to give the new diagnosis. But she faltered and turned back to him and her meek voice just managed to offer...

"Coul--could you c-come with me." "Of course."

And James stood right next to y/n as she delivered the news to the child's parents. Only offering a gentle touch on the shoulder when he saw her professionalism begin to crack upon hearing the wails of the mother.

After the worst was over and when she came off her shift after going through all the possible options with the girl and her parents, she once more ran into James who had sat waiting outside her office for 30 minutes.

He jumped up when he saw her. Seeing the glassy look in her eyes, he chose not to bother burdening her with the "Are you okay?" question.

Instead he chose to merely randomly shout "Pizza?".

She turned around laughing and waited for him to elaborate.

"Would you like to come round my flat for pizza and beer? Only if you want to of course, it's just that's what I like after days like today."

"I'd love that." She giggled. She grabbed her stuff from her office and joined him to walk out of the hospital.

"So does your wife take care of you with pizza and beer after rough days?"

"No, no wife. I don't usually have anyone on those nights."

"ah i see. Maybe I can return the favour next time." She winked up at him.

"I'd like that." They both found their fingers dancing towards the other and they felt the electricity bubbling in between their palms.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

a/n - sorry it's a little sad but unfortunately a peds doctor and an oncology doctor working together only means one type of case

Masterlist

Requests open - here

[hils79]

Hils Watches In Blossom - Ep 4

Ehehe! The dude who beat Yang Caiwei and reported Pan Yue now has to work for Pan Yue. Sweet, sweet justice. You know, because he's a magistrate now.

I love that this dude is just brazenly explaining to Pan Yue how corruption works in his new job

I knew that wouldn't go down well with Pan Yue

So someone explained last night that they've just done a face swap not a body swap. So she's still strong from hauling corpses around and digging graves but is having to pretend to be a weak noblewoman. Glad that was clarified or this scene would have been confusing

Although if they haven't swapped bodies why is no one confused that this frail woman who had so many cosmetic procedures she was half dead is suddenly fit and healthy

Ehehe

As hilarious as it is that they're both investigating each other I am looking forward to them working together properly. I wonder how long it will be before she tells him who she really is. Not for a while I shouldn't think

Okay, they've already teamed up to take down a man who was abusing his wife. Excellent. More of this please.

Is he writing down all the gifts he's being offered so he can accuse them of bribery later?

Oh, sweetie, I don't think that's who he was writing about

Oh my

Yes, I am definitely looking at the scar...

I knew he was faking being drunk!

[theharmonious13]

307 - Blackout

I'm so relieved it's a black out motive and not the food restraints like 99% of the fandom predicted, makes it alot more ambiguous/hard to predict who will cave into paranoia/their need for light first

And when the lights come on OOOO imagine the body discovery omg I can't wait

Table of flashlights? I bet they're going to run out of battery life fast, this is just becoming FNAF Fanganronpa edition lmao

WATARI BEING LOUDER THAN THE ALARM, THE EDITING, I CAN'T EVEN LOL

Omg Wada is going to be traumatised no... if only Tsuno was here to comfort him and stay with him 24/7 :/

The way these flashlights function is going to be very important for the murder investigation

Imagine they have to investigate in the dark though 💀

Hiroaki walking Ken back to his room!? Ojima, Ken and I are all shocked together

308 - Morning Announcements

Omg I love the morning announcement and Wada being awkward as hell about it

Hayashigeki being cool, chill and swagger in the background 😂♥️

Wada don't ask them not to kill you during the morning announcements IT'S A DEATH FLAG AND SOMEONE'S GOING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT ISTG

"Today is a Tuesday maybe" is now one of my favourite Tetro quotes lmao

309 - Bleed

My jaw dropped to the floor when it was revealed what Ojima was doing, I'm not very good with human bodily functions either so I'm feeling queasy atm

Hiroaki has to rely on Yanagi for medical stuff, ehehe 😈

310 - Healing Effect

Violently shakes torch lmao

Wait brooooo, why did it only just hit me now that a blackened could take advantage of Ojima spacing out

Ojima's lack of enthusiasm for therapy kills me 😩

Hiroaki being very stubborn in keeping an eye on Ojima, I love it

Hiroaki made a retort and Yanagi didn't bite back, character development hehe

311 - Dissection

They're taking shifts shaking the flashlight right? Everyone's arms must be getting tired oof

Wada's going to try and make the torches run off of 9V batteries? That's so genius... and a HUGE advantage if it can be done

How is changing the torches damaging school property? It's like drawing on a desk or at the very least modifying instead if destroying 🤔

"I have an appointment with the sewing room" Pop off king lol

^^^ I'm just imagining having to legitimately having to book into the sewing room and Hiroaki getting mad that he couldn't enter because someone else was 'booked in' 😂

Bro Ojima isn't a savant at everything he does guys 😭

Hasegawa not being around much this chapter will make it very hard to find out the murder time if he's the victim (Although I pray that he will be one of the survivors)

Oven light not working is really helpful ex machina 💀

312 - Overwhelming Sense of Dread

Yoooooo Hasegawa immediately in the next scene

Spoiler alert: Hasegawa does NOT sound fine

Omg THE HASEGAWA VOICE ACTING IS FIRE

Hama's just lingering in the background like he's not here lol

Yanagi has never been in contact with a mentally ill person beforeTM (He's concerned like a normal person would be)

Sidenote I love Hasegawa explaining things really quickly, bringing his fears even more to light

He's gonna be Tamba this chapter where he hunkers down in his room and has no alibi istg

Omg he's not even pronouncing words properly

Is this Hasegawa foreshadowing that he has unlocked depression? 😭

Hama WHAT-?

Omg I love Yanagi and Hama as a duo

And while this is NOT a good solution to dealing with anxiety attacks I am amused that Hama can just casually knock out Hasegawa like that

Bonus points for Yanagi freaking out and being the voice of reason

313 - Big Family

Hama's getting the Watari lore drop let's go 👏

I want lore about Hama's dad now 😭

+1 relatable point to Hama (I also don't have a father figure in my life and it doesn't bother me at all)

Watari's doing the house wife bit again let's go 😭😂

Guys hear me out: Hama and Hasegawa's sisters become friends

I want to know what Hama's sister's hobbies are rn gdi

Everyone's families have to meet up after the killing game for some grieving party or something I've just decided, a nice bittersweet social where people get to know eachother

I didn't remember Watari's confession in the confession game AT ALL, I really need to go and rewatch those games, damn

Dad didn't want the Nishino family? I'm starting a riot 😡

Hama's family ADOPT WATARI PLEASE AND THANK YOU

But on the real though how is Watari's family doing without her? It's probably a rotting mess or something

Hama really being the big brother type is AMAZING

Watari saying it's not a big deal after trauma dumping multiple times this chapter 😭

Watari deserves to be spoiled I can't describe how happy this episode makes me

314 - Permafrost

Man imagine having your career chosen before you could even walk 🤡

I love Dancer Tamba, she and Watari should dance together :3

OR three way dance with Watari, Tamba and Yanagi (If you can't tell Chary Dance is one of my absolute favourite Tetro episodes)

Ooooo better yet 4 way where they teach Mai to dance ^w^

Yanagi lore 😩

Why can't any any Tetro character live a normal wholesome life 😩

Every Tetro character poor in one way or another too 😩

Is Tamba gaslighting herself into liking gymnastics? 😭😭😭

Oh no not the toxic obsessive parent, not WEIGHING IN TWICE A DAY

Ace from DRDT and Tamba be relating so hard to eachother rn 😭

Wait PHYSICAL ABUSE TAMBA? NECK?

UNGRATEFUL??? TAMBA NOOOOOOOOO

Yanagi going to transition into being a woman at this rate with all the anti male propaganda 😭

Toxic family TAMBA DON'T MAKE ME RELATE TO YOU TOO-

Tamba's voice actors portrayal of 'What do you want me to do?' GOES SO HARD

Wait ayo safety phone number exchange let's go???

They better both survive now

I really stan how willing Yanagi is to drive any distance for Tamba because safety is priority

Wait at this rate HAMA AND YANAGI ARE THE FATHERS AND THEY ARE ADOPTING EVERYONE ELSE

315 - Panic

Oh boy this is reminding me of someone... (spoiler alert guys, it's me, these are similar to my manic crying breakdowns, I'm not beating the Wada kin allegations)

I can't even imagine voice acting a breakdown of this detail/caliber without it being genuinely real HOLY SHIT GOOD JOB VA

Why does Wada have to be in his room assumingly? Hiroaki and Ojima need to support him istg

316 - Change of Heart

Ooooo they're exchanging valuable info about Monomoko

I love how Mai is just girlbossing and cleaning the oven haha

The teleport conversation amused me, I love this three way duo all of a sudden

"Thankful for Mai showering?" Ojima LOL you Hayashigeki shipped I love you and the teasing of Yanagi 😂♥️

317 - Konfessional

I'm ready for an emotional roller coaster fellas

The Kamimura and Okazaki predecessors 😔

If there was another reason for Okazaki for doing what she did I would be absolutely fascinated

Omg it won't happen but I WISH some other student was around to hear this whole monologue... it's so deep and emotional I love it so much

Nooooo Watari please don't cry, you don't deserve this queen

[sparrow-the-tired-lesbian]

My thoughts on Episode 5

I have a bad feeling about this

Sylvie is so pretty I wanna kiss her

Bea is so pretty I wanna kiss her

JETSKIS!!!

Slippy dippy

SON

UH OH

as the world caves in~

Why is there no music

LIGHT

heavy breathing boi

Where is he

Loki? Where?

Wait is he just still there

Where is everyone else?!

Welp

Why?

Call out for the hubby, that’ll solve everything.

TIMESLIPPING

haha NO NO NO

the noises 

Slutty Tom

Slutty hair flip

This is confusing 

I don’t like the quiet

WHY IS HE SEEING HIMSELF

h e l l o

OH FUCK ITS ALL SPAGHETTI

NGEH-

oh this is bad

Prison? Why?

Casey?!

CASEY!!!

What crimes have you committed 

Alcatraz!!! 

Dude the bay waters will give you hypothermia

This is literally common sense

WHATS A FISH

oh great

Frank…?

Why is Casey so mean?

Mickey D’s

Oh no

The time theater

LOKIUS VIBES

BEA!!!

She’s so sweet I wanna marry her

OH JEEZ

JETSKI MOBIUS!!!

DON?

SON!!!

2022?! 

EHEHE WHOOOOOO

SINGLE DAD I KNEW IT

TWO SONS?!

son…?

SON!!!

oh sweetie

Sweetheart… I’ll read your book!

I like sci-fi!

Oh… it’s beautiful!

SHIT-

Oh shit

AWWW SWEETHEART

I would read the hell out of those books

HES A WRITER LIKE ME!

DOOMED

I love him so much

He’s so smart

Evolving…

With science, it’s all what and how. with fiction, it’s why. I’ll remember that.

Same, Loki

He’s trying

S c i e n c e

WHYD HE SCREAM LIKE THAT IM GONNA CRY

HE IS SO RELATABLE

Smartie pants

Handbook?

Oohoho

He’s so real

THATS SUCH A PROBLEM

where are we now?

MOBIUS!

His kids are so cute

Lokius Lokius Lokius Lokius Lokius 

This is adorable I want Mobius as a dad

Form and function!

Not the real name babe

AHAHA

WIFE LEFT YOU-

aww he’s so gentle

Eeeeee-

OB IS TRYING

your boys will be okay, baby.

HES ABOUT TO CRY

OH SWEETHEART

oh Loki just help your husband

Casey is clinically insane but alrighty

The way the camera shifted… 

Manifesting canon Lokius up in this bitch

BEA!

Oh shit Sylvie 

OH SHIT SPAGHETTI

WHAT

SHE KNOWS

OH SHIT

get in the car

TANK TOP SYLVIE

oh god I’m going to- I’m not gonna say that

Loki focusing on Mobius is absolutely bi

Oh she said “bitch yeah I’m selfish what of it” 

SHES SPITTING FACTS

what does he really want

WHAT DO YOU WANT

AND???

OH MY GOD LONELINESS

HELP ME 

Oh Loki sweetheart

Stay with Mobius!

Oh fuck

Mobius talking about his passion is so fucking cute

Bea! What’s your name!

Oh no this is hurting me

Whatcha got for us, Lyle?

That’s what music does honey.

Oh this is making me very… how do I say this without sounding like an absolute freak

Oh Sylvie I can’t even

I’m adding this to my playlist

Spaghetti!!!

Oh no

She’s just so chill about this how-

SHE HAS A TEMPORAL RING!!!

Oh sad boi

We have all the pens! The mug!

…FRANK!

oh he didn’t?

Oh whoops

IF I HAVE TO WATCH MOBIUS BECOME SPAGHETTI I WILL-

No no no

NO-!

BEA!!

SYLVIE!!!

MY WIVES! MY DAD! MY SON! THEYRE GONE!

oh good I’m going to cry

Oh thank god

You controlled the timeslipping!!!

It’s about.. how?

ITS ABOUT WHO

EPIC MUSIC

OH MY GOD WERE BACK

WAIT WHAT

WHY DID IT END SO FAST?!

[me-thal]

(bit of an unreliable narrator here Eheh <3

Lycarn belongs to @hel-phoenyx, Ether to @noa-de-cajou and Circé, Morgane and Ai/Xingtzao to @corneille-but-not-the-author)

"Lets' fun away together !" she used to say, half joking when they were just kids. Chiho would never leave her grandmother alone, they both knew it.

"I'm leaving." She still said, a violin all she gave to the girl that loved her and she loved just as much. She never came back, not for Agathe, not for her grandmother. There was hope for two years. Then Yusuke came back alone, and even with her eyes closed, Agathe could picture the look of pity he gave her.

"Take care of him, please." She tells the old woman, now that her brother is asleep. Their parents are dead, and she can't stay here. He was the one to push her to do it, to leave and explore. The old woman still weeps and begs her to come back one day, and play at her tomb. Agathe promises.

"She likes you too, you know ?" It's been years. She's older, she has friends. They've been drinking, and when she tries to talk about something else, the alcohol makes her friend insist. She hates how he, who got her love first, seems to try so hard to make the second choice happy. But he's her friend, and she loves his wife.

"Take care love." It's the last words she tells her, when their paths diverge. It's a nickname they rarely use, only when it's only the three of them. Ogami hugs her, and she hugs him back. They're around as old as her parents were when they died. And she doesn't want to see that. Maybe they're still young for humans, but she doesn't want to take the risk. Her lips touch Shira's for the last time and they dont say goodbye.

"You're doing it again." He tells her, as perceptive as ever. They spent the last fifteen years together, she taugh her nephews and nieces what their fathers couldn't. But only him, her dear brother, could see how she was, alone fixing a grave she couldnt see. His husband was dead for a year, he knew he wouldn't last a lot younger. He knew his sister, immortal and still so young, was staying for him, for "his" family. He knew she had a hard time thinking it was hers, a fear so deeply rooted in her.

"Thank you." She tells him when she leaves again, and he tells her and she hugs him for the last time.

"What do you think ?" So many people ask her, when they warm her bed or her skin. She never stays long, always tells her the truth. It's rare she dislike those girls, rare they dislike her. Yet, she always knows she's not what they wanted. She knows had their initial love not rejected them, they wouldn't have though of her for a second. And yet, they're always her first choice, her first flirt of the night.

"I want to marry you." Irène tells her, figuratively looking in eyes that are never open. She doesn't have the words, doesn't know how to react. It's been ten years, is that a normal time to marry someone ? She does have her skin tattoed like the rest of the group, does feel the need to have her lover's name on her. She hopes her name stays on Irène's face, that when she touches her face she can feel her name on her skin and prouve to herself she's loved, she's her first choice.

"You dont get it ! You can't even see it !" They never fight. It's not in their nature, despite Irène's hot-headdedness, to get into shouting matches like now. But now they are, and Agathe wants to slap the woman she loves, the woman who fears her and loves her. She just expressed how she was afraid for their fight, the next day. How she proposed to Irène to use a Symphony so dangerous she somehow knows despite never learning it, like she does her Sister Symphony. Sins and Vertues. She doesn't know how it escaladed. But she knows how it ends.

"Maybe I'd see it, if you weren't so scared of me opening my eyes !" Is the last thing they say to each other. They didn't wake her up, Irène probably looking to stop her from playing her music. And now she's dead, in Agathe's arms, cold and her blood stains the white of Agathe's outfit and wings.

"Please allow me something." She did it in a moment of panic. She didn't know what was going to happen to them, now that Morgane and Circé were gone, as were the rest of the group. She wished she could have spoke with Lycarn before, but she kissed Ether and it felt right to ask her, even if the elf wanted the empress before she wanted Agathe.

"Do you want something ?" She asked Lycarn, who was looking so, so sad. She had seen Circé's aura leave the woman, and even if she wasn't the girl's first choice, she wanted to make her happy, let her have something at least. So she took her hand, kissed her, carressed her. She felt the subtle scars, the muscles. She wanted to give enough love that Lycarn would forget how she got rejected. But Lycarn would pursue a ghost, and she knew it very well.

"Come dance with us." A hand is stretched out to her, a stick in it. Ether is asking her to court her, to date her. And she doesn't need to see to know Xingtzao, the empress is surprised, but she says nothing. She takes the hand, ignoring the voice in her head, just for a night, and dances with two women she wants to stay alive with.

"Can you describe them to me ?" It's soft, barely audible to most ears, but they're both next to her, and they have better hearing than most. So they tell her. They take her hand. She smiles to herself.

"Can I ask you something...?" It's been so long, since their quest, and yet Ai is so timid with her still. Agathe is not sure how to take it, how to dance with the woman who made her First Concubine but seems almost perturbed by Agathe's presence in the palace. Or, that's how she sees it. And she can't blame the empress, who would be comfortable to live with the woman your wife is in love with ? Even if Agathe knows Ether would choose Ai over her, and she wouldn't blame her.

"Do you need something, my moon ?" It's soft, when she asks. Lycarn is no stranger to bad dreams, but Agathe knows when her love's really shaken by one. She also knows it usually mean Lycarn's chasing a ghost that Agathe could never compare to. She doesn't resent Lycarn for it, nor does she resent Ether when she misses her deceased wife. She knows that feeling too well, has known it for years.

"I feel so... Lonely." She says to herself, when centuries have past. She's back to a village that died when she wasn't here. Can't yet bear to go look at where her loves are burried. She didn't see the Immortal King to tell him about Lycarn yet. She cries, like a little girl.

"I miss you." She tells to no one in particular, maybe hoping Death would let someone, anyone, choose her and help her, see how pathetic she is.

"I love you." It's barely a whisper.