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[juniperskye]

Chewing Gum

Summary: Eddie gets gum in his hair, so Steve takes him to his favorite salon to get it out. The events of season 4 did not happen.

Eddie Munson x Hair Stylist (Fem)Reader (she’s kind of sunshiny emo lol also she’s described to have colored hair, tattoos, and piercings)

Fluff

Word count: 1474

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, no use of y/n, language!, Jason Carver being an ass, half assed salon info, let me know if I missed any!

not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Jason Carver is a dick. He treated Eddie and the boys like shit and went out of his way to make sure they knew they were “freaks”.

Eddie saw Chrissy get bumped by one of the other basketball players. They were messing around in the halls like a bunch of Neanderthals and Chrissy got struck in the crossfire. She was body checked into a locker and her books went flying.

“Here.” Eddie offered Chrissy her science book that had slid across the hall.

“Thanks Eddie.” Chrissy smiled.

Eddie nodded back to her and moved toward his homeroom, but not before Jason stormed over, purposely bumping Eddie in the process.

“Let’s go babe.” Jason said, pulling Chrissy along with him.

This had been a pretty tame reaction from Jason…or so Eddie thought. Eddie made it through homeroom and history no problem, it was when he got to lunch that all hell broke loose.

“Woahhh dude! You have gum in your hair.” Garreth said to Eddie.

“HA HA very funny Garreth.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Oh shit! Ed, man he’s not joking.” Dustin informed the older boy.

With that, Eddie reached to the back of his head and brushed his hand over his hair. As he shifted from the top of his head down towards the nape of his neck, he felt the sticky wad of chewing gum, causing his curls to tangle up.

Laughter erupted across the cafeteria, as Eddie’s gaze shifted to the disruption his eyes met Jason’s who shot him a smirk and a wink. Further proving Eddie’s theory that the asshole that was Jason Carver had, in fact, been the culprit of this incident.

“Eddie, I could call Steve, his hair guy could probably fix you right up.” Dustin offered.

“Hell no. The last thing I want to do is get help from Steve.” Eddie scoffed.

“We could just cut it out.” Mike shrugged.

“Fuck it. Call Steve.” Eddie conceded.

Dustin and Eddie made their way to the school’s payphone. Dustin was quick to dial the number and explain the whole situation to Steve once he picked up. Steve had offered to take Eddie to his hair guy, but only if Eddie asked nicely and said please…which he reluctantly choked out over the phone.

“I’ll come pick you up.” Steve told Eddie, before hanging up.

Fifteen minutes later, Steve pulled up to the school in his burgundy BMW, yelling at Eddie to “hop in”. The drive started off in an uncomfortable silence. This was the first time Eddie had hung out with Steve alone, not that they were hanging out.

“So, listen Eddie, nobody, and I mean NOBODY, knows that this is where I get my hair done and honestly I’d like to keep it that way.” Steve explained.

“Okay…you’re freaking me out. Where is this place?” Eddie said as he looked around the unfamiliar neighborhood.

“Just up here on the left.” Steve said, pulling up in front of a hair salon.

Eddie initially felt confused, he figured that Steve would go to a barber, like any other guy from school, but this actually made a lot of sense. Steve cared about his hair the way any girl would and he’s very particular about it so naturally he would go somewhere that would take better care of his hair.

As they made their way up the curb, Eddie was able to get a better look of the inside. It was painted mostly black but there were bright pops of hot pink and teal around the place. There were pink velvet couches and those smiley face daisy pillows strewn about them. There was only one employee in the place, and she was currently blow drying some girl’s hair.

Eddie’s eyes scanned the hair stylist, you were beautiful you had pink streaks in your hair, dark tattoos littering your arms and a nose ring. You took Eddie’s breath away.

“Steven Harrington you better not be back here to ask me to cut your hair shorter. You made me take so much off last time and I still haven’t gotten over it!” You shrieked.

“Would you relax! I’m not here for a haircut, I’m here with my uh, my friend.” Steve said, glancing over at Eddie.

“Hi Steve’s friend! Oh, my goodness your hair is beautiful! Please don’t tell me you want me to cut it off!”

Your theatrics were making Eddie’s heart sing. The compliment had him blushing.

“God no! I don’t want to cut my hair, that’s actually why I’m here.” Eddie exclaimed.

“He got gum stuck in his hair.” Steve replied waving him off.

“I didn’t get shit stuck in my hair. That asshole Jason Carver spit gum in my hair.” Eddie explained.

“Ugh the Carver boys are all terrors. I remember being a sophomore when Michael Carver was a senior and if he wasn’t the biggest douche bag, then I don’t know who was.” You said, shaking your head. You shifted your gaze over to where Eddie and Steve were sitting. “Wait a minute! I know you, Eddie Munson, we had freshman English together!” You said, reintroducing yourself to him.

“I knew you looked familiar!” Eddie smiled.

You told him that you’d be with him in just a minute, you wanted to get your client finished up and checked out. He watched in awe as you effortlessly sectioned and styled her hair, led her over to the register and cleaned your station quickly. He noticed you gathering a few things, which he could only assume would be for him.

“Okay come over and sit!” You gestured to your chair. As Eddie made himself comfortable you began explaining what you were going to do. “So, I am basically going to load your hair up with oil which should allow the gum to slide out. I will wash your hair after too, so you don’t leave here looking like a greasy mess. I have a reputation to uphold!”

“Okay, thanks.” Eddie said, pushing his bangs out of his eyes.

“If you want I can trim your hair too, just clean it up, make it so your bangs aren’t in your eyes so much.” You offered.

“Oh um, that would be great but I uh, I don’t have any…”

“It’s on the house Eddie. Just a favor for a friend.” You said quietly.

Eddie nodded slightly and you got to work, slipping on some gloves, and pouring the hair oil into your hands. You started working it into his hair, really targeting the areas around the chewing gum. Slowly but surely the gum started to untangle itself from Eddie’s chocolate tresses. Once the gum was completely out, you led Eddie over to the shampoo bowl and proceeded to wash his hair. You couldn’t help but smile down at the soft expression he wore on his face. His eyes had fluttered shut and you thought he truly could have been asleep the way his face was relaxed. After washing, conditioning and finally rinsing his hair, you gently grasped his shoulder.

“Eddie, you ready for me to cut your hair?”

“Huh? Oh yeah.” Eddie said, carefully getting up and heading back to your chair.

Eddie sat and you and him chatted back and forth as you trimmed his hair. You had made sure to communicate through every part of the process, which products you were using and why, the way you were cutting his hair and adding in some natural layering to help with the bulk, trimming his bangs a little shorter than he was used to so they wouldn’t be too long so quickly. You pulled out the hair dryer and attached the diffuser, explaining what it did to Eddie and letting him know that blow drying definitely isn’t necessary for him to do.

Steve couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that plastered its way on his face at the interaction playing out before him. He had never seen Eddie sit still this long or listen this intently to anyone. Steve couldn’t help but think that Eddie had better thank him for bringing him here.

“Alright Eddie you are all set.”

“Thank you so much, seriously! I really appreciate it and I don’t think my hair has ever looked or felt this good.” Eddie said, admiring your handywork.

“Of course! And by the way if you ever get gum in your hair again, peanut butter or cooking oil can get it out, it just takes a bit of work.” You explained. “But know that you can always come here, and I can help too!” You couldn’t help but mentally facepalm.

“Yeah. That sounds good! You know, I would need your number…you know to get a hold of you..” Eddie smirked.

He couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of thanks toward Jason Carver…he had brought you into his life, all with a piece of chewing gum.

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[carionto]

The duality of Man, or triality? quadrality?

Alien to Human about New Human: Correct me if I'm wrong, but they appear abnormally large for your species?

H: Yea, he's a biggun alright, even without the EV suit I'd say... 7'3'', 310 pounds, bet he power lifts.

A: Umm... not to be rude, but, uhh... he seems, well... how should I put this...

H: Intimidating? Terrifying? Evil? Yea, if this station didn't have high screening standards I'd be totally pissing myself if he started walking towards me. The mohawk and eye tat totally make me believe he could snap me in two with a single glare.

A: I feel ashamed that my instincts are telling me to flee. I wish nature were easier to change.

H (shouting at NH): Hey buddy! Could you come over here for a minute please? You look awesome by the way!

A (whispering nervously): what are you doing?!?

H: Gotta overcome those fears somehow, I believe the best way is a direct confrontation.

NH approaches, somewhat slowly, looking around at all the other aliens in the station that are chatting, waiting around, or doing some work. He finally approaches A and H, and in a very deep and husky voice says: Um, hi, hello. T-thanks for the compliment, I, uh, was a little worried I would stand out too much here.

H: Oh you totally do, my friend over here is practically about to pass out from how much like a gothic viking of death metal you look.

NH: Oh no, I'm so sorry, I-I just grew up in Sweden-Delta and both my parents were huge into classic local music, so I just, uh... it's complicated. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare anyone.

H: Hey, relax pal, we're all good people here. Anyway, what you here to do? I'm planning on starting a bakery, still testing out what kind of flour most species here can actually stomach. My friend here is on the team working on Moon theft preventative measures.

NH: Oh, that's cool. I'm here as an exchange student with the department of applied astrophysics. If all goes well, I can finish my Bachelors degree remotely and stay here as an intern with the head researcher.

H: Oooh, that's cool. (so cool yea that you're apparently half my age but oh well guess I'm a big fat time waster like my father before me and oh god change the subject before I get depressed in front of strangers) That's a real big bag you got there, carrying some super secret science things, eh?

NH: Oh, that... uhh... guess it can't hurt to tell, security vetted it already anyway.

NH proceeds to unzip the bag and hold up a large white piece of clothing with light blue rings and accents, alongside a strange white cap with what looked like small fins, and a curious little backpack.

NH: It's uhh... um... my... Ika... musume... cosplay.... (oh gods I can't believe I said it out loud again)

After a moment of awkward silence, NH slowly puts on the backpack and presses a button on it's strap, and suddenly numerous light blue colored tentacle-like appendages sprout out from the backpack and move in line with NH's movements.

NH: I, uh..., got my engineering friend to make them articulate and interface with my contacts. I can make them do all sorts of things, like make various shapes and animals with them, though works best as a shadow theater.

H:...

NH:...

A now frozen out of confusion than fear:...

H: That's so

NH: (oh I know it's so lame, but I love that show)-

H: COOL! I don't know what a ika musume is, but those things look amazing. You said articulate? How precise can they be? I'd love to have something like that instead of my useless assistant. Poor lad can't make a piece of toast if his life depended on it...

NH: Y-you like it?

H: I LOVE those things. My daughter does cosplay too sometimes, but she makes her Dreadnought suits herself from scraps. One time the military came to our house and installed a limiter on the gauss cannon she found in a crash site, said it would otherwise start to generate small doses of radiation if used too frequently. But she replaced it with a handmade rail gun before the next convention. Do you go to those? Did you see a 7 meter tall hulking metal monstrosity with a bunch of candles all over? That was her.

NH: Oh, I think I've seen video of that, but no, not in person, I go to smaller events. I don't really like big crowds.

H: Oh yea, I get ya, you do seem a bit on the shy side now that we've been talking for a bit. Hey, no worries, like I said, we're all good people here.

NH: T-thanks, but I think I should be going now, the teacher is calling me over.

H: Oh yea, go ahead, didn't mean to take up so much of your time. Have a fun stay and I'm sure you'll ace that paper or theory? Or whatever astrophysicists do, you seem like a solid kid.

NH: Oh, uh, thanks. Good luck with your bakery. And you with stopping those weird people from stealing more moons. Bye.

H: Bye bye, come visit, don't be a stranger now, I'm set up just a short bit from the main lift on floor 14.

NH: R-right, I'll, uh, be sure to stop by soon.

A is finally able to process what they just heard and says: What was all that just now?

H: What? Just a friendly chat with what is apparently basically a kid. Man, this kid's got so much going on, while I'm almost 50 and I have an oven. Life, man, it can go in so many ways. Anyway, let's go grab a drink, I'm parched.

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[whatdoeseverybodywant]

SORRY - Chapter 4

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As Dominique was walking towards the Gorilla position, she ran into Trinity and any other day Dom would have given her a friendly wave but today Dominique couldn’t help the glare that made its way on her face.. Trinity immediately held her hands up. 

“I come in peace.” She tried to joke, but Dominique didn’t find it funny, she pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. “Okay..” Trinity muttered before clearing her throat. “I just wanted to say that nothing happened between me and Jon. He was drunk and came to my hotel room this morning, but nothing happened.” 

Dominique let out a sigh and dropped her arms. “Good to know. Listen, I have to go..” She tried to walk past but Trinity grabbed her arm. 

“Wait, he’s really sorry. He told me what happened at the club and while it was very stupid of him, he’s hurting and - “ Dominique didn’t want to hear anymore. She snatched her arm out of Trinity’s grasp. 

“I have no problem with you Trinity. Let's try to keep it that way.” Trinity scoffed. 

“I’m not the enemy -” 

“No, you are the enemy” Dominique cut her off. “ Just because shit didn’t work out with y’all doesn’t mean that you can try to swoop in and try to get him back while we’re having a rough patch.” They were now in each other’s face, with Dominique slightly towering over her because of her high heels. 

“Ladies , Ladies relax.” Randy called out as he grabbed Dom but her shoulders and gently moved her back from Trinity.  “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing, I was just leaving..” Trinity answered, giving Dominique one last glare before walking away from them. 

“You alright?” Randy asked as he turned Dominique towards him. “I never knew y’all had beef.” Dominique cracked a smile. 

“We don’t have beef.” She said, rolling her eyes. “I saw her with Jon earlier and -” She shrugged and sighed. “Just rubbed me the wrong way.”

 Randy winced. “Damn you caught him with his ex-fiance..” Dominique shrugged and wrapped her arms around herself. “How bad was it?” 

“I mean they were just standing there, when the elevator doors opened but look, it was bound to happen anyway right?” Randy had a confused look on his face. “When I first started working here they were THE couple and only broke up over a misunderstanding so why wouldn’t he go back go her?” 

“Because he loves you.”

“Not as much as he loves her apparently. You didn’t see how close they were earlier. It was like I interrupted an intimate moment between them.” Dominique said, her voice slightly wavering at the end of her sentence. Randy noticed and pulled her into a tight hug. 

“Imma tell you the same thing I told you last night, Jimmy loves you, talks about nothing else but you hell, he even finds ways to bring you up in the conversation. Whatever him and Trinity had was years ago, so get those thoughts out of your head.”

Jon stopped walking and caused Josh to bump into him. “What the hell Uce,?!”  Jon didn’t respond, only titled his head and squinted his eyes and if it was going to make his vision clearer, because he knew damn well that wasn’t his fiance down the hall in the arms of Randy Orton.  “Oh shit.” Josh winched. “I’m sure it's a good explanation for this Uce.” 

“I’m sure it is,” Jon whispered before shaking his head and walking in the opposite direction of Randy and Dominique. 

It was finally time for the main event of the night which was Randy and his partner Matt Riddle versus Jon and Josh… which was ironic as fuck to her.  She stood near the corner of the ring as both teams made their entrances, She moved to the side as Jon and Josh posed in the corner, she frowned as Jon glared at her as he walked past her. 

While she was introducing the teams she noticed Jon wouldn’t even look in her direction. He kept his eyes locked on Randy. When Randy looked over at Dominique, Jon snapped and walked into Randy’s face. “You stay the fuck away from my fiance.” Jon gritted out through his clenched teeth while  pointing his finger in Randy’s face. 

“Oh shit.” Dominique whispered as she was ushered out of the ring by the referee. Josh and Riddle were trying to separate Randy and Jon. 

“Chill Uce!” She heard Josh yell at Jon while he was pushing him back in their corner. “Relax, be professional!” All Dominique could do was watch with wide eyes as Jon glared over at her once again. 

“The fuck did I do?” She whispered, confused as hell. She should be the one glaring at him! What the fuck was he so mad at?! 

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[magidoggie]

A LOOK INTO SHI/HIR PRONOUNS AND THEIR ORIGINS

So I’ve seen people claim that shi/hir pronouns are intersex exclusive (mostly intersex people), and others say they aren’t (mostly non-intersex people)

As an intersex person, I've been confused about this for a while, so I decided to look into it

THIS POST WILL CONTAIN NSFW TOPICS, FURRIES, TALKS OF FETISHIZATION OF INTERSEX BODIES, AND INTERSEX SLURS!

Most of the users of these pronouns seem to be non-intersex people, but there are also intersex people who use them.

I've seen a decent amount of intersex people say that shi/hir pronouns are only ours to use, as they were used against us (like a shortened version of he-she). This would make them basically slurs that only we can reclaim.

I've even seen some claims that Geoffrey Chaucer himself coined these words?? (The chaucer thing, I haven't been able to find a source for. Even so, it is most likely just an old spelling of "she/her")

I’ve seen people say it originated on 4chan. It'd be hard to verify, as 4chan is known for not keeping threads up for long. There are 4chan archives, but I've tried my hardest to look for any combinations of things like "shi" and different terms that could work with it like "intersex" "freak" or "hermaphrodite" . I don't doubt it's been used on 4chan, but I can't find much, and archival sites don't go back far enough.

Regardless, the pronouns seem quite old. One thing I did find under the search of ""4chan" shi hir" on Google, was a.. descriptive post on a furry porn website called e621.net

Okay, 13 years ago, that's a start. It certainly contains the word "herm" (short for hermaphrodite), and the word intersex used with this pronoun.

Godspeed TheShadowfox42 I hope you found the image.

Using Google's "Before:(date)" feature, I searched "shi herm before:2010", and unsurprisingly, I found a lot of furry porn.

Stories on sofurry.com, a furry website that looks to be from at least 2007, if not older. I'll spare you the details, but indeed, there, they use shi/hir pronouns for their "herm" characters. Did these pronouns originate from.. furries?? I put that though aside for now, to look further into other uses.

As it turns out, the journey does not end at 2007. Urban dictionary has an entry from 2003

No slurs here, it looks like a neutral usage. Again, going back to Google. Now, search terms "hir "gender neutral" before:2004"

Many results show up now, now articles rather than furries. American.edu (seems to be a university), Swarthmore.edu (this is a college), both from 2001. jstor.org with a journal article from 1999. Unfortunately I can't read that one, as I have to pay a whole $63 to purchase it. I even found a PDF file from 1994 by core.ac.uk

But, what I've realized now is this is not usage of shi/hir pronouns. All of these use Ze/hir pronouns. I don't know if there is any link, but the last pronoun looking the same must've obscured the results.

From the american.edu article on these pronouns. You can see the usage of "hir" alongside "ze", and below it, the usage of ze/zir pronouns, which seem to be used more today.

Shit.. Doing the search all over again with the pronoun "shi" yields.. very few results apart from people talking about Chinese words.

Wait what about those furries from earlier? The tvtropes.org article does include this:

Chakona space? Chakats? Pronouns he came up with? Admittedly I kept seeing these centaur feline hybrid characters come up quite consistently during this dive, but I had to look into it further.

Oh buddy what did I get myself into. This is from 2001 best I can tell, so we're getting quite old here. I scroll down on the page.

And lower down.

Now this is all very interesting speculative biology, but what I'm focusing on is again, the usage of "hermaphrodite" together with the pronouns "shi/hir". Did a furry artist named Bernard Doove come up with these pronouns.

It gets yet older.. New search, "chakats "shi" before:2001"

Again, Bernard Doove's art from 2000, 1999, 1998,

I find a website called yerf.metafur.org It has furry art, dating all the way back to the mid 1990's, but here, on December 23 1998, is the first appearance of these pronouns on that site.

This Bernard Doove person has been at this project, with these pronouns for a while.

From what I can tell, many of his art pieces, they seem to be quite sexual beings. Quite fetishistic of hermaphroditism at times. (or intersexuality, take your pick)

The other thing I found with my search was a website, furry.org.au/bosshoss/

My search says it's from September 14 1998.

That's certainly some information, but it might come in handy. So Chakat Goldfur provided this website? Who is that? Looking into it, that seems to be a character created by Bernard Doove, that acts as an alter ego. Further down, the person running this website lists some other websites they enjoy. One being "Proxima Centauri", which seems to be another furry artist.

"I met this one at ConFURence 8. Very interesting. (Did I mention shi is a hermaphrodite uni-centaur?)"

(For context, ConFURence is a furry convention held in 1997)

Again, the usage of hermaphrodite, and the pronoun shi. At this point, the website being linked to is long gone, but the wayback machine provides help. The website, http://www.spots.ab.ca/~unicorn/main.htm has been captured all the way back to October 8th 1997.

At this time, the website was under construction. No images are willing to load and haven't been archived, but the description is intact.

So this person uses shi/hir pronouns for their hermaphroditic character all the way back in 1997. There are links to other places where this person used to host their works, but they are all down and haven't been archived. The thread is running thin..

Back to Bernard Doove, the Chakat creator. There must be something more to this. Turns out, there was. On the "yerf" website, I actually found several art pieces that were not picked up by Google.

Febuary 22 1997. Getting yet older. In some art pieces, Bernard references "Forest Tale" and "forest tales", so I went looking for whatever that was.

1995?? you've got to be kidding. It's an adult story involving these "chakat" beings, and sure enough, down the page

Shi/hir pronouns used over and over again.

With the use of hermaphrodite.

But.. This is kind of where it ends. I couldn't seem to find anything older, and I'm not going to contact Bernard Doove over this. Even something as old as 29 years is impressive to me. Bernard Doove states his characters were inspired by other furry artists' creatures of the time, but since it's 1995, there isn't much left for me to find here. Anything before that time is probably lost.

With all the information I have been able to gather, it looks to shi/hir pronouns were created by Bernard Doove who is a furry author and artist. Shi/hir were made to be a midway between "she" and "him" in some way, to be a gender neutral word for hermaphroditic genetically modified beings called "chakats" in his stories. As an intersex person myself, I don't enjoy the use of "hermaphrodite" in such a way, as it's a slur for us. But these types of characters also seem to be very old, and we, and our struggles, were completely unknown to the vast majority of people, even moreso than nowadays.

If you use those pronouns for an intersex person who doesn't use them, it is indeed intersexist, as you are implying we are hermaphrodites.

But as for whether only intersex people can use them? I'm not sure. The original intent doesn't seem be directly linked to intersex people. You could argue that these hermaphroditic characters are fetishized versions of how many people see us, and have seen us for a long time. Afterall, hermaphrodite was, and still is, a common slur for us.

I don't doubt some people have used these pronouns as slurs against us as well, but I also haven't found anything specifically that supports that. It always seemed to be for specific fictional characters that COULD be based off specific intersex attributes

I'm not going to argue one way or the other. This was just me trying to find what I could about these pronouns and their history. Just be mindful of how you use these pronouns, and the connections they have to fetishes revolving around the common misinterpretation of intersex bodies (as in, "having both parts")

Thank you for reading.

I hope you learned something. I know I did, and I now have a headache.

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[bbarnesbby]

Through the back door

Pervy!contractor!Joel Miller x fem!reader

(photos from pinterest, and not an accurate representation of how the reader is perceived in their appearance)

Summary: A fresh faced personal assistant catches Joel’s eye whilst working on his current job, and who can blame him for going after what he wants? Even if it takes some convincing…

Words: 2k

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dark!Joel Miller, Joel is VERY crude and pervy here, he's also very forward, creepy men, catcalling, groping, coercion, lots of sexual innuendos, but no actual smut, my lil brain knows nothing about construction sites or contractors and it shows<3, my dyslexia lol

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The repetitive click of your heels on the dusty pavement below you seems to be the only thing you can hear over your laboured breathing as you rush to get back to the office building, the place that could only affectionately be described as your own personal hell.

When you'd first gotten the job, the ambiguously labelled title you had been assigned did confuse you at first. However, now as you grip the holder for four coffees in one hand, and a bag carrying a series of different flavoured salads, sandwiches, and kinds of pasta in the other, you realise it was all to cover up what you'd really be.

A bottom-of-the-barrel personal assistant.

The job itself isn't one you would complain about, everyone has got to start somewhere after all, especially coming straight out of college. It's just the assholes you work for that make you long for an escape.

Young men with no degree, making them easily less qualified than you, having the audacity to make requests that must be completed in unrealistic time frames seem to be the bane of your existence. The fact they have the power to do so only down to the fact they have family working the important positions in other branches of the company.

That and the thing hanging between their legs.

Pushing your thoughts of distaste aside, you glance at your wristwatch as you round the last corner of your journey before the building is in sight. You notice you've got a good five minutes before you're eligible for a scolding from your boss and let out a sigh of relief.

But as you get closer to your destination, you notice construction tape seems to have materialised around the walkway to the office building in the fifteen minutes you were gone, men already drilling into the ground you need to walk over to get where you need to be.

As you hurry to the now construction site, you stand for a moment confused, huffing as you look around for anyone who could help you in your predicament.

Your eyes scan a group of men standing by the bed of a pickup truck, presumably talking about their job at hand. You walk along the makeshift fence made up of scuffed traffic cones and more construction tape until you're near enough parallel to the truck, not crossing the tape out of concern you may disrupt whatever's going on.

"Excuse me?" Voice loud enough to be heard but still polite, you gain the attention of a couple of the men, their averted gazes prompting those who didn't initially hear you to look over too. A small but friendly smile pulls at your lips but soon falters when a few of them let out their renditions of low whistles and unsavoury comments towards you.

"You alright, pretty lady?" One of them smirks, dark, invasive eyes giving you a once over as he runs his hand over his dark brown, almost black, hair.

Was this building a magnet for sleazy male stereotypes or something?

"Um, I work here." You stumble over the statement slightly, the discomfort you feel under his penetrative stare affecting your speech as you weakly point at the building behind them.

"Yeah, no shit." The same man darkly chuckles along with a couple of the other workers, eyes raking your form, clad in a blouse and pencil skirt. But you feel you might as well be naked in front of them, stuck there like a deer in headlights as they continue to ogle your body. Before he can make any other comments, he's lightly pushed to the side as another man approaches.

"Shut up, Tommy..." His voice is deep and commanding but has a playful nature behind it, the two of them clearly well acquainted with one another.

He looks to be older than the men around him, broad frame imposing as he comes to where the tape separates you from him. Although, the way he carries himself suggests he's probably in a position where he could do whatever he wanted with the equipment on the site, but have no one to answer to for it.

"How can I help, sweetheart?" He sounds friendly enough but has that dirty, smug look on his face that tells you he's not any better than the men who'd previously been eyeing you like a piece of meat.

Despite the sickly feeling that swirls in the pit of your stomach when looking at him, you realise he's probably your best shot at getting you where you need to be.

"I need to get back in the building," your voice is timid as you try to avoid the burly man's gaze, opting to look back to where men are starting to pull up the concrete slabs that once made up your path back into your workplace. Though the pause after you've spoken prompts you to glance back up at him, catching him looking down the gap between your chest and slightly unbuttoned blouse, "I work here-"

"Yeah, you've said that." he cuts you off with a smirk, taking in your mortified expression before looking over the construction site with a huff. "Well my boys are pretty deep in their work now, and I can't have ya walking through here when we've got equipment running," he gives you another once over, "don't want a pretty girl like you getting hurt, do we?"

He's smiling again, but you see straight through it and tense at the realisation these men will be working here for god knows how long.

"What should I do then?" You ask with furrowed brows, readjusting your hold on the coffees that now uncomfortably weigh down your hand.

"I mean I could carry ya over," he laughs as though it's a joke, but first impressions tell you he'd jump at the opportunity to get his filthy hands on you -- no matter the circumstance, "how bout I take you in the backdoor?"

The way he worded the innuendo didn't fly over your head the way you wish it did, and the combination of his comment and the way he's now running his pink tongue over his bottom lip making you feel sick in multiple ways.

You reluctantly nod, just wanting to get back to work and away from this man. The obnoxious nepo babies that unfairly dominated your field of work suddenly felt like prince charmings in comparison to the man now stepping over the flimsy barrier that once separated you. But as he came that small distance closer, you couldn't help but feel some attraction to his broad frame and tan skin. And those arms...

His slight chuckle pulls you out of your thoughts, wide eyes snapping up to meet his leering expression as prickling heat floods your face in embarrassment.

"C'mon, I'm Joel by the way," he tilts his head, gesturing for you to walk in front of him. It's a request you realise most likely has ulterior motives, but you do so anyway after muttering your name in return.

Rounding the corner, you falter for a moment as the cluttered alley comes into view. Your gut instinct is screaming at you to tell Joel that he can fuck right off back to wherever he came from, but you figure that would cause more commotion than the slim possibility he'd try anything in broad daylight.

But as you carry on down the alley and squeeze past a particularly cluttered area of multiple dumpsters and bins, you become more uncomfortable as he spews another innuendo about how 'it's real tight, huh?'

His irksome behaviour soon becomes less of an annoyance and more of a concern though.

Once you're past the worst of the clutter you soon realise that it wasn't just an obstacle, but also serves as a wall -- blocking any further view for anyone passing by.

Turning around, you merely stand there as Joel comes closer. His daunting frame becomes more intimidating in the dim light of the narrowing lane you now find yourself trapped in, helpless.

"Doors just there," he mutters while pointing to the slightly beaten-up side door to the left of you, a twisted attempt at making you believe you still have any control over this situation.

Not trusting your voice, you simply nod at him with your eyes still locked. You'd prefer him to leave before you turn your back to him, but when he makes no move to do so, you quickly rush to the door in the hopes you may be faster than him.

But faster you are not.

First, you feel the heat radiating off of him, and then you feel the hard chest, the wandering hands, the grinding hips. As he invades your space and presses himself against your back, you try to squirm away, but only end up pinning yourself between the door and his imposing body.

"Where you tryna go, sweetheart?" His breath is hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine and to places that make your body hot with shame. "You really wanna go back in there? Where those people are just gonna treat you like shit?"

His hips continue to grind into your ass, becoming more calculated rather than ravenous, as though his words and body are working as one to persuade you.

"I know those guys, they'll chew you up and spit you out." His words become harsh and his rough hands harsher, beginning to untuck your blouse from your pencil skirt, reaching up until his fingers are splayed across your stomach. The skin-on-skin contact is undeniably thrilling, as he now caresses it with finesse.

"So fuckin' soft," he mutters into your hair, inhaling before releasing a rumbling groan, "I'd treat you like the sweetest thing, baby."

You grimace at his words, far too much commitment behind them, leaving you spiralling into another panicked frenzy. You squirm again, this time having more success as you're able to turn to face him, although not fully able to escape his unrelenting hold yet. Facing him, you see how dark his eyes have become, set on you like a predator eyeing its prey.

His hair is slightly tousled, the way he'd previously been ravaging your body having that effect. You realise there's no way you can persuade him to stop his pursuit of you, so you decide to cave, at least you hope he thinks so.

"Let's not do this here." You say it quietly so as to not come off too demanding, peering up at him through your lashes in a way that you hope looks innocent enough for him to believe it. "Wouldn't you wanna do this someplace comfier," your voice switches from scared to sultry, “hm?”

He quirks a brow at this, slowing his assault on your body to a stop, but not yet taking his hands off of you, “you wanna do this somewhere else, sweetheart?”

The pet name still irks you, but provides some ease in telling you your comment hasn’t pissed him off at all. Trying to run along with your manipulative escape, you nod up at him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and pushing your own crotch closer to his. You tell yourself it’s all for the bigger picture, but you can’t ignore the way your body has come more accustomed to his touch in such a short period of time.

"Mhm,” you’re nodding again, placing a hand on his firm chest, and slowly, teasingly, sliding it lower, “do this where you can take real good care of me… Show me what I'm missing?"

There's a pause, his expression unreadable as he continues to penetrate your façade with his stare. His lack of response has you rethinking your words, brows twitching as more sick scenarios of what could ensue consume your thoughts. But then a dark chuckle fills the tense silence, Joel shaking his head as he smirks down at you. Stepping back, he tucks his hands into his pockets and gives you one last once over before nodding his head and making his way back down the alley.

"I'll keep an eye out," are his last words before he disappears past the trash and clutter, out of sight.

But maybe not quite out of mind...

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First fic done! All likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated and I am open to requests on future fic ideas you may have<33

#joel miller x reader #dark!joel miller #joel miller #joel miller x female reader #the last of us #pedro pascal #pervy!contractor!joel miller #pervy!joel miller #joel miller fanfiction

[coldalbion]

"And in many ways, that complaint has only gotten louder over the decades. Stop talking to each other and start buying things. Stop providing content for free and start paying us for the privilege. Stop shining sunlight on horrors and start advocating for more of them. Stop making communities and start weaponizing misinformation to benefit your betters.

It’s the same. It’s always been the same. Stop benefitting from the internet, it’s not for you to enjoy, it’s for us to use to extract money from you. Stop finding beauty and connection in the world, loneliness is more profitable and easier to control.

Stop being human. A mindless bot who makes regular purchases is all that’s really needed.

Over and over again since that prodigal moment of shame and hurt and confusion, I’ve joined online communities, found so much to love there, made friends and created unique spaces that truly felt special, felt like places worth protecting. And they’ve all, eventually, died. For the same reasons and through the same means, though machinations came from a parade of different bad actors. It never really mattered who exactly killed and ate these little worlds. The details. It’s all the same cycle, the same beasts, the same dark hungers. [...] And while Twitter hurts, I’m not sure anything will ever hurt as much as Livejournal did. It feels like no one even remembers anymore what happened to lovely, flawed, dog-eared, wacky old LJ in the twilight of the aughts and the dawn of the tens. Even though in this year of our lord 2022, when there are some pretty fucking good reasons to remember it, and learn its lessons...

So when Livejournal was sold, not to Viacom or Google, but to SixApart, a company no one had ever heard of, it was confusing. As was its refusal to develop anything like a usable mobile app. When fanfic communities started getting banned for gay content in the name of “protecting the children,” it was alarming and confusing. When it started going down regularly due to constant DDoS attacks, the new owner accused the community of trying to blackmail and destroy him for questioning what the hell was going to happen to all of us, when the Russian Prime Minister was commenting on fucking Livejournal, and when Russian users started put posts in English to let others know what was going on…we all just felt so helpless. It was sold to SUPMedia, a Russian company, and by 2016, had moved its servers to Russia and changed the entire site to conform with that good old very free and inclusive Russian law, but by that time, the community had long fled. Which was the point. Make it unusable and unreliable, bleed off the Westerners and the eye of Western media, and use the database to find and shut down dissenters.

And as hard as it was for us to lose that space where so many of us found family and work and connection, I cannot begin to imagine what those brave dissidents lost. What Russia lost. What they are still losing.

It was a small piece of what was to come. Like Gamergate and the Puppies, an experiment to practice taking apart a minor but culturally influential community and develop techniques to do it again, more efficiently, more quickly, with less attention. To lay out a reliable pathway to commit harm and lie about it for so long and in so many ways that by the time the truth is available, it doesn’t matter, because the harm is a foundational part of the system we’re living in. The harm is the new status quo.

Lather, rinse, repeat."

As someone who's been online nearly 30 years (I'm 18ish months younger than the author) who cut his teeth on dialup BBSses, Fidonet et al rather than Prodigy, I cosign this and beg you to read the whole thing.

#catherynne m. valente #elder millennial #internet history #fandom history

[aerkame]

Welcome Home Finfolk AU Headcanons Part 1

Just some headcanons on the characters so I can come back to this later for writing/reference. And a bit of a tease for some people eager for Finfolk/selkie stuff. Warnings: Implied kidnapping. It's kind of a given considering that in Orkney folklore finfolk often kidnap people they like/love.

Original post:

(I guess this takes place in a puppet world? Like humans are just humanoid puppets so it's not as confusing to make Welcome Home characters complete puppets but finfolk versions.)

Eddie Dear:

A complete sweetheart of a captain that's a bit clumsy. While Wally can steer the waters himself, he'd much rather have Eddie be the captain on most of their ships, having found that the much larger man knows the waters better than himself and Home.

Eddie is so sweet that most don't even notice the unusual way his felt skin slightly changes colors when it rains, the small finned ears tucked under his captain's hat, or the tiny teal scales that grow under his arms when he's stressed. Maybe he's a lot more clever than people realize. Using that sweetness of his to distract others from what's happening...nah, he's just a clumsy sweet guy, right?

Instead of having shipments in, it's usually Eddie that helps bring in most of what the island has when it comes to strange items. They're still a bit stuck in the 70s so sometimes Eddie brings back boatloads of lost shipments with up to date everyday items.

Wally Darling:

Wally Darling is a true finman at heart. He keeps all those he is close with very close on this island he made so long ago with his and Home's own magic. He may or may not have helped kidnap a few of the neighbors with Home and others, bringing them here.

Sometimes Wally will find himself in looser fitting clothing on warmer days. But usually he keeps a suit worn with his pompadour being well-kept. Everything at Home must be perfect.

Unlike most finmen, his powers have gone far beyond what is normal. While most can control the ocean waters through waves and small rain showers, Wally has little to no trouble making storms, hurricanes, giant whirlpools, and changing the very currents of the ocean to his favor.

Making Home was probably his greatest feat yet. Creating an island wasn't uncommon for his kind. But creating a giant, living, sentient island hidden within a vale of sorts in the middle of the ocean that not even other finmen could reach was something otherworldly. It's like he's creating a whole new world.

He will sometimes crash planes and ships far out in the ocean if they so much as get too close to the world they reside in. Of course he ensures that Eddie, Howdy, or Barnaby goes over to the crash sites to wipe away any memory of where the passengers have been, just in case...and maybe he should start up a rough storm or two in that area for good measure. You can never be too sure.

Of course Wally never expects anyone to actually make it to the shores of Home, but if someone ever did, well...that would be quite the impressive feat! You'd have to not only get past the others sensing your presence in their waters (coupled with oncoming storms), but also get past the vale their world resides in.

Truly, Wally just wants everyone in Home to be able to live happy and free here. He often creates more and more islands and small peninsulas along with the others just to explore and have fun. And they do have fun and joy, almost everyday! Though he needs to slow down on the island-making, he often gets lost on his own creations sometimes.

Barnaby B.Beagle:

At first glance he's just a big ol' fluffy dog with a big personality, but when it rains or when water is doused on the guy? He really tends to grow in size.

Unlike the others, Barnaby tends to have a completely different form when he lets loose. Instead of scales, he grows smooth and cool skin, and instead of pointy fin ears he grows side gills and one large triangular fin on his lower back. (Poppy often needs to help fix his clothes for this reason.) All this topped with giant rows of sharp teeth. Very shark-like indeed.

Due to his size and sharp features, it's no wonder that Barnaby often accompanies Eddie or Howdy when taking care of people that are getting too close to Home, or when someone on the mainland is getting a liiiittle too close to pinpointing where Home's vale is. You could say he's a bit like a giant guard (shark?)dog.

Sometimes Frank wonders if Barnaby is even a finman like the others or if he's some kind of hybrid...or possibly a subspecies?

This big guy is friendly and loves cracking jokes, but he isn't dumb, and he definitely isn't letting anyone hurt his family.

Wally and Barnaby go way back to when he was just a pup (get it?), having been washed up ashore on what was a lonely Home at the time. Wally was the first person to ever treat him so kindly and not judge him for how he looked in his original form. Most finmen hated it.

Barnaby so far has been the only one to ever make it to Home on his very own. Maybe it takes something special to get here. Or maybe it was Home who invited him that time and not Wally's invitation.

Frank Frankly:

Quite frankly the most nerdiest guy at Home. Not only is Frank's house neatly organized with specimens of insects everywhere, but that has evolved to specimens of fish and many books on mythical sea creatures, something that started all thanks to Eddie and Home.

Frank remembers his first time here clear as day. He was so skeptical that finfolk were real or that any mythical creature was real. It took a lot of convincing and quite a few magic tricks to finally get him to open up his eyes about that.

The man has been obsessed with the life that resides in the ocean since he first learned about finfolk. You could ask him about any, and I mean ANY sea creature and he'd probably know everything about it.

One of his keen interests is that of finfolk and selkies. They had similar traits but were vastly different in many ways. Finfolk he could research on however long he wanted considering he was living with them. But unlike finfolk, selkies weren't seen as much anymore. Stars, selkies were even considered on the verge of going extinct according to other finfolk and sea creatures, something about selkies getting their coats stolen too often? Frank would shake his head at that thought. Some people were just too cruel.

Sometimes Frank will feel a pang of loneliness when studying on his own, but usually Eddie is there to cheer him up, or Julie, even if she was a bit too much.

Both Julie and himself are the only residents at Home that are not finfolk, just some ordinary people that found their way here, though they don't remember how or when...

You(Suprise short fic! Hahahaha-):

There was something off about this part of the ocean. You have never ventured this far out before, always staying close to coasts and peninsulas, but it was like you were just drawn to a force here.

You perched yourself onto the small deck of the tiny sailboat you owned and crossed another spot out on the map. There was nothing here either, just like the past few miles you checked. No islands or signs of land in sight...and yet you could sense that something was indeed there. Call it an instinct, but your body was refusing to leave you alone until you satisfied your curiosity.

Looking down into the deep waters, you debated on going back down there to take a second look...nah. You were still soaked and the fur would take forever to dry off again. That, and the skies continued to darken as if it would rain any second now. Actually, a nice swim and a quick look seemed like a good idea.

The fur hood slipped over your head as you buckled the inside of your jacket to keep everything secured, the last thing you needed was a current to take away your seal jacket, you put too much time and effort into making your seal fur a real set of clothes.

You jumped in as soon as thunder roared right behind you, feeling the tingling feeling of bristles and fur wrapping around your felt skin. There wasn't supposed to be a storm yet...

The currents began to change, almost pulling you towards the place of interest from earlier, it was far too strong for you to swim against even as your flippers swished back and forth as hard as they could. Before you could turn your back to face another direction, rough waters ripped your body from left to right, up, and down, until everything felt too dizzy to gather your surroundings. Your vision was such a blur that you did not notice the sailboat you were once on begin to sink down towards you. A long metal object suddenly made contact with your head and everything went black.

I had this finfolk-selkie hybrid OC for the longest time and every time I looked at selkie OCs no one seemed to make it into normal-ish clothing. Like imagine being a selkie in the modern world. Having a seal coat turned into the softest hoodie or jacket would be the best thing ever. You could take it anywhere with you in plain sight and no one would even know.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home fanfiction #welcome home wally darling #wally darling #selkie reader #selkies #finfolk #finfolks #fanfiction #welcome home eddie dear #eddie dear #welcome home barnaby b beagle #barnaby b beagle #welcome home frank frankly #frank frankly #reader insert #x reader #Finfolk AU #welcome home finfolk au #welcome home au

[theladyregret]

Wow, I...vastly underestimated how much you guys would vibe with the whole The Walking Dead in Space thing lol ok well...now that I have a day off from work here's some of the ideas I've been thinking about while bored this week.

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Human Diplomat: Hey, is there a reason all the water access areas don't allow humans anymore? Don't you guys know we have high water requirements?

Alien Space Station technician: Oh! No one told you?

Human: Told us what?

Alien: Sorry, they were supposed to tell you. Our apologizes, this must look terrible.

Human: Tell. Us. What?

Alien: Our bio filters detected the disease you all carry in the stations water supply after you visited last. Our scientists ran some tests and found that it can survive almost indefinitely in water and is highly resistant to our water treatments. We had to purge and decontaminate the entire system. We created a separate system for your use that is more isolated. You can use those....I....uh...are you ok? Is this sufficient?

Human, frantically writing in a log book: Oh? Yes, fine...that's fine!

Second human: I think you guys just solved a centuries old mystery for us.

Alien, looking confused: What mystery?

Second human: How our species all became infected so quickly.

Alien: You never found out?

Human: It wiped out 99% of our population during the initial outbreak...the how and why of it kind of stopped mattering after a bit, you know?

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Galactic News Reporter: Tragedy today after the recent excavation of the lost human mining crew in sector 92. Against human recommendations, rescuers continued their efforts throughout the week. The human deceased, commonly referred to as Walkers, attacked and killed several rescue parties before the site had to be bombed by air support military. Diplomats from several species met once again today to discuss the risks of open contact with the Humans and whether stricter protocols need to be put in place.

Video feed cuts to a human diplomat standing in a room full of multiple different aliens: We told you what to do! You didn't listen! You never listen to us! If you had, none of this would have happened!

Alien Politician: You recommended that the tunnels be collapsed before any excavation be conducted prior to the time frame denoted by safety regulations which would have condemned any potential survivors-

Human, hitting the table in front of him with his fists: YOU'RE STILL NOT LISTENING!

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Transport ship pilot over PA system: Our ship is currently on approach to the Human home planet of Terra. Be aware that we will be passing through the debris field left over from the Human Colony Wars which will require us to drop out of FTL. Our ship is specially equipped for this journey so rest assured we are in no danger from the debris. It is recommended that any windows be shielded for the duration of this time, thank you.

Human passenger pulls the shade down for their window with a sigh.

The alien next to them looks curious: Why do the windows need to be covered?

Human: Some people find the...debris...disturbing. *the way they said debris sounded sarcastic*

Alien: ...humans find broken ships disturbing?

Human: You didn't do very much research before coming here did you?

Alien just looks confused.

Human reaches over and opens the window cover. They pass close by one of the wrecked ships and at first it looks like any other debris field...then something moves and they realize it's a body. A human body floating in space. It jerks and twists as they pass by. Mouth opening and closing. The alien jerks back in surprise.

Human: The vacuum of space means they don't decompose so...all those people who didn't die properly...they're just out there...like that. Thousands of soldiers. Ships just full of Walkers.

They pass by another ship. This one looks intact and newer.

Alien: That's not human...

Human: Pirates...scavengers. Sometimes they try to come in and take metal from the ships...but...without the proper shielding.

They pass to the other side and there's a hole torn into the side of the ship.

Human: Just another corpse in a field of corpses. Food for the dead.

Alien looking horrified: Why not clean it out?

Human: Why take the risk? Besides...it keeps out the unwanted.

They pass by the corpse of an alien floating in space that still has a walker clinging to it, idly chewing on what still has flesh attached to it. This walker looks more decayed then the other one had. The alien looks like they might be sick so the human shuts the shade again. They don't talk the rest of the way.

#The Walking Dead #The Walking dead in space #humans are space orcs #zombies in space #humans are deathworlders

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Here, Kitty, Kitty (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnilingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: If T*mblr flags this chapter, I swear I'm gonna have a stroke. I had a request fill flagged already & I may just have to post it on Ao3. Anyways, stay safe & wear y'all masks cuz the air is trash rn! Also, this isn't proofread so I'm sorry if some of the grammar is shit lmaoo. If you read it on Ao3, it's better -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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FIFTEEN.

Hours into the night, the energy in the club finally dies down and Nemuri is passed out with her head in Mic’s lap and her hair in her mouth. 

“Now she knows not to ever try to drink with Mirko,” you giggle. That bunny girl can drink anyone under the table. You swear that her lungs are made of steel. “You sure she’s gonna be alright?” You worriedly glance up at Mic who has a land on Nemuri’s head, stroking it gently. 

“With me?” Mic chuckles. “She’ll be more than alright! I’ll make sure this beauty makes it back safely.” Nemuri groans softly, earning a quiet laugh from Mic. It is the end of the night for you which is usually signaled by aching feet from dancing and the need for sleep. The club is still jumping, but you’re in need of a hot shower and your soft bed to end the night off strong. 

“You just worry about gettin’ yourself home, okay?” Mic tells you over the music. “I know you’ve got those claws, but still.” He peers at you worriedly from behind his shades that sit perched on his nose. 

You smile at his concern. Always the worried wart, he is. “Don’t worry, Mic; your friend is going with me.” You nod towards the door where Aizawa waits for you, scrolling through his phone and looking incredibly sexy while doing it…or maybe that’s just the alcohol talking. You couldn’t believe it when he offered to walk you back to the dorms when you announced to the group that you were tired and wanted to go home. 

However, not once did you protest or deny his kindness. After being so close to him tonight, you are more than eager to hopefully get closer to him tonight. Even a silent walk side-by-side back to campus will be enough for you tonight. He’s like a drug to you–you just can’t get enough of him. 

Mic looks between Aizawa and you, shocked. “Aizawa’s walking you home?” he asks in complete awe. You slowly nod, wondering what the big deal is. He then cackles, joyfully slapping his knee. “That sly flirt! I knew he was coming out tonight for you!” 

Your heart picks up speed at his words. “What do you mean?” you ask, confused. Mic’s joyful smile turns into a secretive smirk, a glint in his eyes. “Ask him,” he chuckles, nodding over at his friend standing patiently by the door. You make a confused scowl at him, wanting to shake the truth out of him. Aizawa couldn’t have possibly came out tonight just for you. It just doesn’t make sense to you in your boozed-out mind, like a purple sky. 

Nemuri groans sleepily from Mic’s lap and her eyes peel open to meet yours. “Hey, honey,” you coo, gently stroking her hair. “Mic’s gonna take you home later, okay? Don’t worry; Shouta is walkin’ me back to the dorms.” 

Nemuri pulls a sour face at this new information. “Tell him if even thinks about hurting you, he’s dead,” she grumbles, abruptly sitting up. “I mean it! I’ll knock his ass out with my quirk, strangle him, hide the body, then…” She pauses, pressing a hand to her forehead. “Too many cocktails,” she groans in anguish before plopping back down onto Mic’s lap. He looks at you with a smile, patting Nemuri’s back. “Get goin’,” he chuckles. 

And so you do. After saying goodbye to the rest of the crew, you walk over as best as you can on tired feet to Aizawa. He immediately pockets his phone and stands at attention when he sees you. “Ready?” he asks. You nod, giving him a smile. “Absolutely.” 

He keeps a hand on your lowerback as you walk out of the club, the feeling of his warm palm making your tail curl excitedly. Once you’re outside in the late-night air, you and Aizwa begin slowly walking in the direction of the UA campus. During the walk, you two don’t talk much, but you don’t have to. The silence is comfortable and peaceful, making you feel content in just feeling his presence next you and sneaking glances at him now and then. 

You enjoyed being with him tonight. He revealed a different side to you that you’ve never seen before–one that is more laidback and carefree than the usual grumpy, standoffish, and sarcastic person you’re so used to. He was extremely protective toward you, always sitting near you or somewhere close by to keep an eye out while you enjoyed yourself. It wasn’t at all overbearing to you. If anything, it was so fucking hot how he refused to keep his guard down around you. 

Even when he was enjoying himself. At one point, he did a shot contest with Mic with some kind of sour mango concoction and Mic nearly passed away on his fourth shot. And then there was that dance…that dance you can’t seem to get out of your mind. The way he held you; twirled you; moved your body this way and that to the music while staring deep into your eyes. You can still smell his cologne on you and feel the warmth of his hips pressed flush against yours. 

Need coils inside of you as you walk beside him, doing your best to calm yourself. You want him. You want him more than anything, and it isn’t just the alcohol talking. You would think tonight would open the door for something new between you; something you may both want. ‘That would mean you’d have to tell him everything,’ a nagging voice in your head hisses. ‘You sure you’re ready for that?’ 

You push the voice away, not wanting to go down the road. Even if something is to happen tonight and you do invite Aizawa into your bed, or vice versa, there is no need for talks of dating or romance. Tonight could just be about the attraction you both feel for one another. That’s it and that’s all. But even as you try to think of tonight going that way, you feel sick. You don’t want to be just a booty call, and you’d be lying if you said you’d be okay with that. 

You want more with Aizawa. You want him now, tomorrow, and longer after that. You don’t care how long it could last. You just want him for the time he’ll allow. But you need to hear that from him. You need to know with unwavering certainty that he wants the same thing as you. These wandering, pestering thoughts finally take the backburner when you arrive at the faculty dorms at UA. Aizawa walks you to your dorm first after telling you he plans to pick Eri up in the morning. “It’s too late,” he explained. “Shinso needs his sleep.” 

When you finally make it to your dorm, you finally break the silence that has now turned awkward without the serenity of nature and the city views keeping you company. You turn to Aizawa, smiling and clutching your purse. “Thanks for walkin’ me home. I would’ve just taken a Lyft.” 

Aizawa shakes his head, standing at a good distance from you. “Nah, I wouldn’t have let you do that. Lyfts are pricey at this time of night, especially on a Friday. Not to mention that I was plannin’ on leavin’ early anyway and we both live in the same building, so…” He pauses, putting a lull in his stream of consciousness spilling from his lips. “I’m rambling,” he sighs, looking absolutely embarrassed, his cheeks flushed red. 

“It’s okay,” you giggle, just as bashful and melting at how damn cute he is. “I appreciate it either way.” You awkwardly toe the floor with your heel as silence falls around you again. You don’t want to go in just yet. You don’t want tonight to end. “I had a lot of fun with you tonight,” you softly confess, peering up at him through your lashes. 

He stares at you in awe as if he can’t believe what he just heard. Then a genuine, soft smile curls at his lips. Those lips you desperately want to feel against yours. “I did, too,” he replies, the warm tone of his voice making your stomach flip. 

For a while, you just stand there in the hall, silent and both burning with questions left not asked. You want to ask him to come in. Or have him ask you to follow him to his dorm. Would he even want either? Would you be okay with that kind of disappointment? Other than arousal, the truth is also burning a hole in your stomach. Maybe you should tell him now while you have liquid confidence and privacy. You can’t keep him in the dark forever. 

Aizawa clears his throat, snapping you back to reality. “Well…I guess I’ll leave you here.” With his hands still in his pockets, he turns and begins to walk away. The truth begins to bubble inside of you, desperate to be released. 

‘Tell him! Tell him now!’

“Shouta,” you say, your heart leaping in your chest. The pro stops and looks at you over his shoulder. Ignoring the way your hands shake gripped around your purse, you swallow your pride.  “Do you wanna come inside?” you ask. Aizawa’s eyes flash with something unreadable, but it’s there. Was he hoping you’d ask him? 

“For some tea maybe?” you softly add, hoping that will make this sound less suggestive. Still, he holds that unreadable expression as he slowly turns towards you. The air has completely changed between you. It’s charged and tense; stiff with desire...at least on your part. “Do you want me to?” he asks, raising a tentative brow. 

“Well, I’m usually very particular about who I let into my private space…” You bend down to take your key from under your welcome mat. “But I suppose I could make an exception for you,” you purr, giving him a smile before unlocking your door. “Come right in.” You open the door wider, revealing your spiffy dorm room that smells of vanilla Yankee Candle spray. You mentally pat yourself on the back for cleaning your dorm before you left tonight. 

Aizawa hums as he steps into the living room, looking around at your little home. “Cute place.” You shut the door and come up next to him, tossing your jacket onto the couch as you do. “By the way, you were wrong about my scratching post bein’ in my office,” you say, nudging him with your hip. “I moved it in here along with my catnip.” 

You nod toward your window overlooking your favorite cherry blossom tree where, sure enough, your scratching post sits along with a plastic ziplock baggie of catnip on the top shelf of your bookcase. A chortle bubbles from Aizawa’s chest, making you laugh along with him. It’s so contagious. “That. Is. Adorable,” he chuckles. “And absolutely hilarious.” 

Glad to have the ice finally melted, you wander into the kitchen. “Take a seat and I’ll get you that tea.” Aizawa does so, taking a seat on your couch as you rummage around in your kitchen preparing tea. Once you get the kettle going, you dig into your box of assorted tea bags for the right one. “Which kind would you like?” you call to him. “I’ve got green, black, oolong, chai…” 

“Black, thanks,” he says. You snort to yourself. Of course, it’d be black. 

After brewing him a mug and fixing yourself some green tea with extra honey, you bring the two mugs over to him on the couch. “Here you go,” you say, holding his mug out for him. As he takes it, your fingers brush against each other, sending your heart into a frenzy. Why the fuck did you think bringing him here was a good idea? 

You have no choice but to sit next to him, noticing how the couch dips slightly because of his weight. You eye him up and down as he silently sips his tea, realizing how tall he actually is. Even sitting down he is still a head taller than you. Your giggle, slightly influenced by the drinks you had earlier, makes him look over at you, a questionable smile on his face. “Sorry; you just look so big sittin’ on my couch. You make my dorm look like a dollhouse.” 

Aizawa smirks into his tea, breaking through that tension more and more. “Sorry about earlier,” he suddenly says. You stare at him, confused. “You know, with that Snapshot guy. I know him, and he just seemed like a douche from where I was standing.” You roll your eyes at the mention of Kenji. “C’mon, he was a nice guy!” you protest. 

“Yeah, just to get in your pants,” he grumbles sarcastically. “Nemuri’s words, not mine. She sent me over there to get him away from you, but the dancing wasn’t a part of it.” Then, just like that, the air begins to change again. It is different and tense with unsaid words, the desire rising in your body with every second you don’t ask him what you’re dying to know. 

Finally sick of waiting, you lower your mug down on the table in front of you and cross your legs to stamp out your arousal. “You know, Mic told me to ask you something,” you blurt. Aizawa’s eyes flicker to yours. “Apparently, he thinks you came out with us tonight just for me.” 

With the question now out in the open, the silence transitions to one of awkwardness again. You laugh to yourself, hoping to ease the tension surrounding you. “He’s just being silly, right?” you awkwardly giggle. 

But Aizawa doesn’t agree or explain himself. He barely even moves. Instead of at you, he stares at his mug and the contents inside of it. You blink at him, confused and a little scared (that damn alcohol!). 

“Shouta?” you squeak. Your ears point backward, unsure of what’s happening and if you should be alert. Did you go too far? Did you anger him? 

Suddenly, he lowers his tea mug next to yours and turns to look at you. As soon as he does, you understand everything that he must have been feeling for you the entire night: desire. It is pure, it is molten, and it is there in his hooded gaze that he pins right on you. You’re speechless, your tongue heavy and mouth dry. His hand sneaks across the couch to meet yours, his thumb caressing your knuckles. “I’m not good with words as you probably already know,” he breathlessly says, “so if it’s alright with you before the liquor wears off, I’d like to show you. Is that okay?” 

There are so many things you want to say to this man, but the one word that you’re able to choke out is the only one that is clear in your mind that is hazy with need: “Yes.” Instantly, you find yourself wrapped in Aizawa’s arms and his lips are finally, finally, on yours. His lips are soft and plump. You can feel the prickle of his facial hair and taste the faint hints of alcohol and mint gum on his tongue. Unable to stop yourself, you moan into the kiss and press a hand to his cheek, feeling his soft skin and beard against your fingertips. 

Aizawa snakes a hand in your hair, cradling the back of your head as his lips dance with yours. It feels so, so good. Better than you ever could’ve dreamed, and you have dreamed of kissing him many, many times. You want to moan more into his mouth. You want to whimper; beg; scream for him. You want to let him know how desperate you’ve been for him. How touch starved you are for only his hands and skin. 

You get the green light to do so when he suddenly pulls away from you to soft whisper through heavy pants, “I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted you for months.” He sounds just as hoarse with need as you feel. Overwhelmed with joy and arousal, you press your other hand to his face and bring him in for more heated kisses. “M-Me too,” you breathlessly stutter against his plump lips. “Kiss me more, Shouta. Show me that you feel the same that I do for you.” 

And he does. After gaining your permission, Aizawa lets out a throaty groan as he snakes his big, muscled arm around your waist and yanks you closer to him. You giggle through the kiss, even more turned on at his strength and ability to switch from soft to rough at the drop of a hat. You are now pressed flush against him with one leg thrown over his lap. If you are to shift just a little bit, you’d be sitting in his lap. Aizawa’s hands drift down to your hips to cup your ass but he doesn’t fondle or squeeze it like you want him to. 

He pulls away, his charcoal eyes concerned. “Is this okay?” he whispers. “We can do whatever you wanna do. I don’t care; just as long as I get to keep you here like this.” He hugs you closer to him, pressing a kiss to your jawline. You smile at him, filled with happiness and feeling hot all over. “And you say you’re not good with words,” you purr before diving in for another kiss, slipping some tongue between. 

Aizawa moans in surprise at your boldness but isn’t displeased either. You can tell by how he eagerly begins to swirl his tongue with yours, chasing and dancing with it. The wet sounds your lips and tongue as you continue to kiss makes your panties wetter. You need more of this. More of him. So after pulling away, you take the initiative and slowly climb into his lap, straddling him. You softly gasp as you feel his hard-on pressing against you from inside his pants. 

Aizawa stares up at you, lips parted and eyes hooded. He wants you. That much is clear from his molten-hot look as if his bulge doesn’t tell you anything. “I know we don’t know each other all that well,” he huskily says, “but I’d be lying if I said wasn’t extremely attracted to you.” He grips your ass in his hands, making you softly moan and your tail curl in pleasure. “So if you don’t want somethin’ to happen tonight, you’d better tell me now.” 

He sounds so sure that there’s a possibility that you don’t want anything to transpire between you two tonight. Does he see how hot you’re making him? Do you need to show him? Obviously, you do, so you take his hand from your ass and slide it underneath your dress to press against your panties. “Shit,” Aizawa hisses at the feeling of the wet fabric. His fingers begin to slide against your panties without your assistance, rubbing against your sensitive clit. 

“Does that answer your question?” you softly moan, shamelessly grinding into his hand. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close. “We can get to all of that ‘getting to know you’ stuff on a second date…‘cause I want that second date.” Aizawa chuckles at your answer, the soft sound making your pussy pulse against his fingers, and he presses another passionate kiss to your lips. Christ, can he just fuck you already? You can feel the cat inside of you growing impatient as her heat increases, desperate for something. 

Aizawa must sense it too because he asks you, “Bedroom?” while still peppering your mouth in kisses. You make a noise of protest and pull away, vigorously shaking your head. “No,” you whimper. “Right here is good for me.” He looks unsure of this, but any protest or argument you stop when you nibble on his bottom lip, gently pulling the flesh between your teeth and letting it pop back into place. “I don’t care where we are,” you whisper. “I just want you.” 

A noise similar to a gasp leaves Aizawa’s lips as he devours your mouth again, his hands moving along your back and ass, squeezing to his delight. “Grind into me,” he growls. “I know you want to.” And so you do. You begin to grind your hips down into his bulge, your fabric-covered pussy gliding across his hardened dick in his jeans. You’re practically teeming with need at this point, especially when you feel his hand brush against the base of your tail. 

He immediately moves it as soon as he touches it but you’re not letting that slide. “You wanna touch it?” you breathlessly ask. “You can if you want. My ears too.” You hope he sees the need in your eyes as you stare into his. ‘Please!’ they beg. ‘Please touch me, for fuck’s sake!’ He seems to take the hint though because his hand moves back to your tail, his skin brushing at the soft fur. “J-Just be gentle,” you plead. “They’re a bit sensitive.” 

Aizawa moves his lips across your neck and jawline, peppering them in intoxicating kisses. “Tell me how to touch you,” he murmurs to you. You can barely speak as you shift in his lap, arching your ass up a bit to meet his hand. “Start lightly stroking my tail with your index and middle finger. You can do the same with my ear.” 

He nods and does so, taking his index and middle fingers to your tail where he begins to lightly stroke it up and down. Your mouth opens agape as pleasure zings through your entire body, starting at your tail. With his other hand, Aizawa begins to lightly pet one of your ears, paying attention to your body language and reactions as he does. You’re in pure heaven right now. His hands feel so good that the pleasure they emit should be illegal. “Ohhh, that’s good,” you moan, unable to hide the pleasure you’re feeling right now. 

“Yeah?” he teasingly asks you, his voice in your ear making your clit jump excitedly. “You like that, kitty?” As soon as the pet name leaves his lips, he swears and your ears perk up at the new, foreign word. “I’m sorry. That just slipped out.” He looks sheepish, still slowly stroking your tail and ear. 

The nickname brings something out of you: the desire to be that “kitty” for him. To want to submit to whatever he wants. It shocks you but it also excites you. “Don’t apologize,” you giggle. “I like it.” And you do. You fucking love it. You place your hands against the hard plains of his chest, wanting to feel him. “Could you call me that again?” you pleadingly ask, hands stroking up and down his chest, indulging in the hard pecs beneath his shirt. A twinkle appears in Aizawa’s dark eyes and his hand moves away from your tail to squeeze one of your ass cheeks. “I’ll call you whatever the fuck you want,” he softly growls. “Just keep touchin’ me.” 

You’re happy to oblige. You’re even happier to make your touch more direct. You slip your hands underneath his shirt to press your palms to his warm skin and hard pecs. You can feel his heart hammering against your hands, making you realize how excited he is for you. It makes you even wetter than you already are. You lean in, pressing your lips to his pouty ones. “You’re wearin’ too much,” you purr against his lips. “I am, too.” 

With a heart-stopping smile, Aizawa helps you down off of his lap and proceeds to help you undress him. You’re only able to get his top off because his hands are already grappling for the zipper to Nemuri’s dress. He pulls it down in one swift motion and the piece of clothing comes tumbling off of your body to reveal your lace bra and panty set. Aizawa’s eyes widen an inch. “Jesus,” he exhales, drinking in your naked form. “If you would’ve gone home with Snapshot, I would’ve pulled up and strangled him.” The sudden brashness of his comment makes you laugh hysterically, the awkwardness of being semi-naked in front of your crush melting away. 

He pulls you to him so you’re standing between his thighs and he sits up straighter so his face is eye-level to your breasts. He doesn’t hesitate to pull down the bra straps on your shoulders, causing the cups to your bra to slowly slide down your stomach and reveal your naked breasts and hardened, brown nipples to him. 

His fingers brush against the sides of your breasts, emitting a soft moan from your lips. He takes one hand away and replaces it with his lips, softly sucking and nibbling at the tight nipple. 

Your mouth falls open and your hands move to his head, caressing and running through his soft, black locks. The sounds coming from you–so eager and desperate–egg him on, leading him to pinch your nipple with his other hand. A spark of pleasure shoots through you, making your panties sodden wet with your arousal. His mouth and hand switch positions, his lips now latched on the nipple he was tweaking with his fingers before. 

You grip his shoulders, your claws threatening to jut out and sink into his skin from the sheer pleasure. His mouth and fingers just feel so good! Your pussy throbs and gushes in your panties, wanting to receive the same treatment. “Shouta,” you softly moan. His lips make a suckling sound as he continues to suck softly on your nipple, his tongue swirling around and around the hardened peak. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums in acknowledgement. 

You pull yourself away, causing him to stare up at you in confusion. “Touch me,” you plea. “Right here.” You take his hand and press it between your quivering inner thighs, right up against your mount. A wolfish grin appears on Aizawa’s lips as he stands, taking your hands in his and kissing them. “I can do more than that, kitty,” he responds, his voice but a low whisper that makes your pussy gush into your panties. “Sit here and just relax.” 

You do as you’re told, sitting down on your couch and lying back against one of the pillows. Aizawa stands before you, looking like a piece of art in the moonlight that cuts through your window as if he was carved from stone and sculpted like one of those naked renaissance era sculptures. His muscles ripple as he kneels down, his eyes still on yours, and pries your thighs apart with his big hands. He leans in and first begins to kiss your panty line, his lips giving the thin fabric open-mouthed kisses. Every time he does so, his nose nudges against your clit which sends sparks coursing through your body. 

You don’t need to beg him to take your underwear off. After a few short kisses, Aizawa loops his fingers through the waistband of your panties and, with your help, takes them down your legs to expose your wet, glistening cunt to him. He verbally swears, his gaze growing darker and more lustful as he gazes at your sex like it’s a piece of the finest dessert. “S-Shouta,” you softly stammer but you can’t say much when he leans in and proceeds to dive straight into your pussy. 

You thought Aizawa was a great kisser but he’s even better at eating pussy. His mouth alternates between using his lips to suckle gently on your pussy lips and clit to using his tongue to slowly flick the inside of your walls. He takes his time, his movements deliberate and methodical, taking each moment to draw a moan or a whimper out of you. You’re losing it. You toss your head back against the pillow and grip the couch, your claws jutting out and digging into the couch’s fabric. “Oh, God, Shouta!” you shout to the ceiling. How the fuck is he this good with his mouth? 

Aizawa looks up at you, his eyes shining from between the V of your inner thighs. “I want your hands on me and nowhere else,” he demands, his voice like a vice to you. “Touch me, kitty.” Quickly retracting your claws, you do as he says and grip his shoulders as he keeps his hands firmly placed on your inner thighs, pinning them to the couch. Such strength. Such dominance. 

‘Control yourself,’ you think, forcing yourself to keep your claws in. The last thing you need is Aizawa catching you and asking about them since you told him don’t have any. But fuck, is it hard, especially when he swirls his tongue around your clit and dips into your little wet hole to pay attention to you there. He slurps up every ounce of you, not leaving a single drop to waste. 

You hope he’ll be able to handle it when you cum because you can already feel it rising. That chord in your core is about to snap with how soft his lips are and the way his nose constantly keeps nudging against your sensitive little button. “Shouta,” you moan in a warning. “I-I’m gonna–” 

“I can feel it,” he groans into your pussy, still lapping away. “Cum on my face, kitty. I wanna taste all of you.” He grips your thighs and moves his jaw faster, coaxing you further toward that edge, his tongue flicking mercilessly against your clit. “Cum for me,” he demands. “Don’t fuckin’ hold back.” 

And you don’t. The strength in his hands pinning your thighs open and his wondrous mouth push you over the edge. You begin to grind your hips into Aizawa’s mouth, chasing that orgasm like a high. Finally, with a mewl-like moan and your eyes screwed tight, you burst all over Aizawa’s mouth and the couch cushion beneath you. Your orgasm crashes into your body, making it shiver and shudder with aftershocks as Aizawa continues to softly lap at your pussy. He groans appreciatively at your taste, eating you up like an hungered animal. Your mind is hazy and your body feels as light as a feather as you begin to come down from your high. It is by far the best orgasm you’ve had. 

Finally, once he’s sure you’re cleaned up and way too sensitive for more, Aizawa removes himself from between your thighs. His chin and mouth are shiny with your cum and his saliva, the sight making your overly-sensitive pussy twitch excitedly. “Mmm,” he hums, licking his plump, pink lips free of your juices. “I was right: you taste absolutely delicious.” 

You sit up on your elbows and take every inch of him in. Seeing his abs and pecs glistening in the moonlight, the lust in his eyes, and the hardening bulge in his jeans from pleasing you transform you into someone else entirely. All of that shy shit goes out the window. You want him and you want him now. 

“I still need my taste test,” you boldly say, quickly moving off of the couch. He watches you, confused, until you give him a look that has him sitting back down on your couch. Though he is taken aback by your boldness, you can tell you have him right where you want him when his hard cock begins to twitch in his jeans. 

You find yourself salivating for a lick. You gently push him back against the couch with your hand, giving him a sexy smile that curls onto your lips. “Just relax,” you purr, lowering to your knees between his muscular thighs you just can’t help but stroke and kneed. He moans at your touch, his cock twitching impatiently. You work quickly with his belt and zipper, having both loosened and unzipped as fast as a wink. Aizawa chuckles at your impatience but he is just as eager when he helps you take his pants and underwear down his thick, muscular thighs. 

Your eyes leave his only for a moment to revel in the gorgeous dick in front of your face that has haunted your dreams for weeks now: thick; veiny; curved upward and dripping with precum from the pink, bulbous head. The gorgeous shaft protrudes from a patch of trimmed, black locks that trail up to a delicious-looking happy trail and a V-line. He has quite the dick, and it’s all yours for tonight. He makes that very clear to you when his eyes demand yours to look at him. “I’m all yours,” he breathlessly says. “Take what you want from me, baby.” 

And you do. With a fire igniting inside of you, you wrap a hand around the base of his dick, biting your lip at the fact that you can barely fit it all in your hand. You start by spitting a copious amount of spit onto his cock and stroke it up and down his shaft, making him shine with your saliva. Aizawa groans softly at the feeling of your tiny, soft hand wrapped around him, his head tilted back and eyes closed. You love seeing him so relaxed. You want to give him more of this feeling because he deserves it. 

After lubing him up, you lean in and press small kisses along the head of his dick, throwing some kitten licks in the mix. He loves that. His toes curl and his hands clench at his sides as more porn-worthy sounds drift from between his lips. After gaining enough courage, you finally open your mouth wide to accommodate to his size and take him into your mouth. “Fuck!” he grunts as soon as your lips and tongue make contact with his dick. You begin to bob your head up and down along his dick, sliding him in and out of your mouth. You stroke in time with what you can’t gobble down, making sure to keep a secure grip along his slick, wet cock. 

He tastes good. He smells good. He feels good. He sounds good. All of your senses are completely taken over by him as you suck and gag on his dick, hollowing your cheeks and opening your throat to take him deeper. “Such a good girl,” he groans, one hand curling in your hair. “Takin’ me so deep. Such a good kitty.” 

His lewd words encourage you to take him deeper, so much that you start gagging because of how thick he is. He practically fills your throat, making you nearly choke on it. But you never give up or stop. You’ll be damned if the first blowjob you give him is the worst one he’s had. You take things slow, allowing yourself time to get used to his size as you slide your head up and down, up and down, along his dick. His moans get louder, his grip tighter on your hair as you gag on his dick like no one’s business. Saliva drips from your mouth down his heavy balls, and you find yourself wanting to suck on those too. 

“Stop,” he suddenly groans, attempting to pull your head off of him. “Stop, kitty, or I’ll cum.” You pop your mouth off of him with a wet pop and glance up at him. “You don’t want to?” you timidly ask, confused. Doesn’t he want to cum deep down your throat? You know you want him to. You want to taste every creamy ounce of his cum in your mouth. 

“Of course, I do,” he growls, looking down at you with the most intense stare you’ve ever witnessed. “But that can come later if you still want it.” He takes your hands into his and coaxes you to stand before bringing you over to stand between his open thighs. “If I’m gonna cum for the first time with you, I wanna be inside you first…if that’s what you want.” 

You blink down at him, baffled as to how the fuck you managed to get him. Is that what you want? Does a bear shit in the forest? “Hell yes, that’s what I want,” you practically gasp before grabbing his face and pressing a passionate, wet kiss to his mouth that he absolutely appreciates judging by his dick twitching against your thigh. 

“Bedroom?” he mumbles against your lips. You moan in protest before pulling away to stare into his eyes. “No,” you answer. “Just do me right here.” The smile that curls onto Aizawa’s lips could make even the most uptight woman’s panties drop in a flash. 

Speaking of in a flash, he has you on your back and underneath him as soon as you tell him you want to get fucked into your couch by him. You squeal, giggling as he scrambles on top of you and yanks you closer by your legs. ‘Godddamn,’ you think in awe. He’s just so strong and attentive and everything you want in a man. At this rate, you’ll cum again before he’s even inside of you. 

“You got a condom on you by any chance?” he asks as he kisses down your stomach. “I don’t have one.” He flushes as he says this, a nervous look in his eyes. “It’s been a while for me.” You don’t know how long ‘a while’ is, but you could care less when you’re the first girl he’s had sex with in a hot minute. 

“Me too,” you softly say, running a hand through his soft, black locks. A small, happy smile stretches across his handsome face, making your pussy gush. He’s just so damn pretty. “I’m on the pill though, so don’t worry.” 

“I’m gonna worry anyway,” he murmurs as he presses a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. “‘Cause I want you to feel good when I do this.” He takes his cock in his hand and proceeds to stroke it up and down your pussy, so tantalizingly slow that you can feel yourself losing every single strand of your composure that is left.

“Can you do that for me, kitty?” he asks. You whimper, beginning to lift your hips to take him in but he isn’t having that. He takes his dick and slaps it against your clit, emitting a whine from you. “Answer me,” he softly demands. 

“Yes!” you whine loudly. “Yes, I’ll do anything, Sho! Just please fuck me already!” Aizawa grins down at you, happy by your answer and your eagerness. “Such a good kitty,” he chuckles. “Well, if you insist…” He then takes his dick in his large hand, lines it up with your entrance, and slowly juts his hips forward, sinking his tip into you first. 

Though it’s just the tip, you feel a stretch and a slight sting that comes with it. You’re glad he gave you that first orgasm because the man is thick. You gasp as soon as he’s in you, gripping his shoulders. He looks down at you, alarmed. “You okay?” he murmurs. “Is it too much?” 

“N-No,” you softly stammer, shifting your hips. “Just need a minute to adjust. You’re kinda big.” He chuckles at the compliment, earning a smack on his shoulder. He patiently waits for you to adjust, rubbing small circles over your clit that definitely help. After a few moments of deep breathing and clit stroking, you give him a nod and a reassuring smile. “Okay,” you whisper. “You can move.” 

Aizawa looks uncertain but does so anyway, moving inch by inch inside of you and out again. He repeats his process with every new part of his shaft that slides inside of you, emitting gasps and whimpers from you. He continues to rub your clit with his thumb and fingers, switching between each every time his hips grind against yours. With every pulse of pleasure that his ministrations give you, your pussy adapts more to his cock, stretching to accommodate his length. 

“You feel so good, kitty,” he groans, his black locks hanging in your face. “So damn good…” Every muscle in his body tense. He’s holding back for you, trying not to rail you into the couch. You can feel it in his shoulders. You press a hand to his handsome face, clammy with sweat, and coax his eyes to meet yours. “It’s okay,” you whisper to him. “You feel good too.” 

You lift your hips to meet his, emitting a luscious moan from him. “Fuck me, Shouta,” you murmur. That’s all it takes for Aizawa to lose all composure. When you lower your hips to the couch, he takes one of your legs and tosses it over his broad shoulder. The new position causes his cock to sink deeper inside of you, causing you to gasp and clench the pillow beneath you for dear life. He’s so, so deep! You can feel all of him stretching you out and stroking your pussy walls that clench and pulse around him. 

“Oh, my God!” you shout, unable to hold yourself back, especially when Aizawa begins to rock his hips into you. He smiles down at you, his pearly whites glittering and strands of his messy, black hair falling loosely around his head. “That’s it, kitty,” he encourages you, still flicking your clit. “Lemme hear you. Lemme hear how good this dick is makin’ you feel.” 

His words only make your pussy clench and gush even more, causing him to groan and roll his hips a little faster. It’s enough to make your titties jiggle and your breath come out in desperate, urgent huffs as he fucks you into his couch. Your eyes shut at the feeling of him stroking your pussy walls, filling you up to the brim with himself. He feels better than you ever could’ve dreamed. “Look at me,” he demands, a growl in his voice. “Look at me while I fuck you.” 

You do as you’re told, your eyes little slits due to the sheer pleasure. But when he suddenly shifts his hips and hits your G-spot, your mouth falls open on a gasp and your eyes widen, blown from the ecstasy. Aizawa’s eyebrows knit together slightly and he stares down at you in a way that makes you feel insecure. Does he not like how you look? “What?” you breathlessly ask, confused as to why he’s looking at you like that. “What’s wrong?” 

He begins to slow down his thrusts though still rocks against you, strokign your clit every single time. “Your eyes…” He trails off, still staring at you as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Your heart begins to thump, anxious. “They what?” you timidly ask. 

He pauses, blinking rapidly, his mouth hanging on unspoken words. Finally, he presses a kiss to your foot. “Nothing,” he assures you, stroking your thigh. “Nothing, baby. You just look so pretty right now, I almost don’t wanna flip you over.” 

He takes your leg off of his shoulder to avoid hurting you and leans down to peck you on your lips. “I wanted to stroke that cute lil’ tail while I make you cum,” he murmurs teasingly, his cock still pulsing inside of you. You nearly cum right there from his words. 

Quickly, you nod your head, agreeing to his nasty little desire. He slides his cock, wet with your juices, out of you only to slide it back in when you turn around on all fours, ass and tail on full display for him. When he bottoms out inside of you and begins to roll his hips, you swear you see stars. Everytime he thrusts, his cock strokes your inner walls so nicely and his balls hit your sensitive clit that is nearly reaching her breaking point. 

You can’t help it: your mouth falls open and your tongue hangs out from the pleasure. It’s almost too much for you, especially when Aizawa’s begins to stroke your tail from base to tip. “I see that tongue, kitty,” he chuckles. “C’mere…let me taste it.” With a mewl of pleasure, you turn your head to meet his and his mouth envelopes yours in a sloppy, wet kiss. Tongues swirl, moans travel from one mouth to the other, and his hips continue to bump against your ass again, and again, and again. 

He gradually gets faster, so much so that the couch begins moving and your ass bounces against his lower stomach. You’re a moaning, gasping mess, gripping the cushion below you. Your arms turn to jelly and you find yourself planting your face in the couch while your ass stays up, getting gripped and massaged by Aizawa’s big hands. You can feel your second orgasm of the night quickly approaching, your pussy clenching and your clit swelling every time Aizawa works both. 

“Shouta,” you whine. “I’m close! S-so close!” He grips your ass harder, no doubt leaving handprint marks, and rocks his hips a little faster, coaxing your pussy to explode all over him. “Go ahead,” he grunts. “I’m close too. Please cum with me, kitty! Don’t hold back!” 

You grip the couch and let the motions take you, falling farther and farther into the sea of bliss Aizawa drags you under. You can feel his cock pulsing and swelling inside of you, warning you of his oncoming orgasm. You desperately toss your ass back into him, meeting his desperate thrusts, and bringing you both to an orgasm that knocks the shit out of you. When you cum, you cum with a high-pitched moan and a string of swears that would make even a sailor blush. The fur on your ears and tail stand on end as pleasure courses through your entire body, even in your fingertips and toes. 

“Fuck, kitty!” Aizawa groans, his hips stuttering slightly as he cums inside of you. He grips your hips for dear life as he pauses, letting out a long, loud moan that would no doubt have the neighbors calling the cops. You feel his cum stream inside of your cunt, filling you to the brim. You do nothing but gasp at the feeling, especially when his nut begins to drip down your inner thighs. 

But he doesn’t stop there. He continues to slowly roll his hips, stroking your pussy walls and coaxing out the rest of your orgasm until you’re moaning in protest. Your pussy does the same, pulsing and throbbing around Aizawa, begging him to stop. With a soft moan, he slowly slides out of you, causing the rest of his cum to drip down your thighs. You softly whine at the loss of him. He then presses a kiss to your back and coaxes you to lay down on your side on the couch. 

You do so, your body exhausted and limbs feeling like jelly. You feel Aizawa position himself behind you, one arm snaking around your midsection and stroking your skin. You smile tiredly at his touch, your orgasm sedating you. “Oh, my God,” you softly sigh. “That was…that was…oh, my God.” 

Aizawa chuckles softly behind you. “Glad I left you speechless,” he hums, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “It was amazing for me, too. I’ve wanted to do that for you for months.” Your ears perk up at his confession. Slowly, you turn around to face him and sit up on your elbows. “How come you never said anything?” you softly ask, peering down at him. 

He stares up at you, his eyes soft and soft, black hair a mess. You reach down to run your hands through it. “Didn’t know how you’d react,” he mumbles, shrugging. “Plus, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to be the partner for you that you deserve with me bein’ a dad and all. And there’s other stuff…” He adverts his gaze from yours, alluding to some secrets he’s keeping, but you don’t push it. You don’t even ask. After all, you have your secrets too. 

His eyes flick back to yours, serious and so vulnerable that it leaves your speechless. “Sure you can handle someone like me?” he asks, sounding so sure that you’ll refuse or even reject him. The fact breaks your heart. Does he realize how long you’ve wanted him? Does he understand how much you’ve craved him? 

Slowly, you lean down to show him these emotions by pressing a soft kiss to his lips. You then lean up an inch and suck on his bottom lip, emitting a gasp from him, before moving to nuzzle his neck. “I can handle anything you throw at me,” you purr. “I like it rough.” Aizawa groans as your lips make contact with the sweet spot on his neck. “So you’ve shown me,” he chuckles, his hand moving to grab a handful of your asscheek. “Wonder what else you can handle.” 

He suddenly lifts himself up on his powerful arms and tosses your legs apart. “Maybe this?” he teasingly asks before pressing a kiss against your overly-sensitive clit. You gasp at the feeling, your back arching. “Or this?” His tongue juts out to slowly swirl around your clit and along your pussy lips, his tongue making lewd, wet sounds in the process. 

You grip his hair, your body shaking at his evil work. “S-Shouta, please,” you whimper. “I’m sensitive!” 

Aizawa just chuckles, moving his lips away to allow his finger to stroke down your lips. “Thought you said you could handle it, kitty,” he softly growls from between your inner thighs. “Should we find out with a second round?” He peeks from between the V of your thighs, his dark eyes glinting with heated promises. 

Two rounds turns into about five. 

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You awaken hours later to the blaring sound of police sirens outside your window. 

Your eyes peel open as soon as you hear the sound of them and your heart begins to beat in anticipation against your ribcage. You’re staring at the ceiling in the darkness of your bedroom, but you’re not alone. That you know for sure, and you welcome it. 

You turn to your right side, finding a sleeping and very naked Aizawa sleeping peacefully on his back. His broad chest, sinewy with hair, rises and falls with every calm inhale and exhale as he sleeps next to you. The sheets are low on his hips, giving you a peek of the well-defined and yummy V-neck that trails down to a place you could spend the rest of your life in. 

You twist around to stare at him, your eyes making note of each beautiful imperfection on his face and body–the small scar under his eye shaped like a moon crescent; the dark circles under his eyesockets that seem indented there; the messiness of his hair because he forgot to tie it up; the ghosts of bruises and scars surrounding his skin and during across his muscles from years of fighting. He is quite beautiful. And he is yours…at least for the time being. 

The police sirens get louder, causing your ears to perk up straight on your head at the blaring sound traveling through your open window. The spring air wafts through, causing the drapes to billow in the warm breeze. Slowly, you get out of bed, careful to not wake Aizawa, and tip-toe across the floor to your open window. You peek out of it to find the police car zooming by, its siren wailing in the quiet night. 

‘Follow them,’ your body tells you as it gravitates towards the window. ‘They could need you.’

Despite the fact that you’re completely naked, you know you could shift into cat form right now and pick up your hero gear before following the police car with the crime tracking app on your phone. The urge to do so is strong, filling your entire body with shivers. 

A soft sigh comes from your bed and you abruptly turn, your heart lurching into your throat. Aizawa is still asleep but is turned onto his side, his back to you. You can now see every ripple of his back muscles and the dip into his hips that you remember digging your nails into hours before. 

Your excitement for the hunt for crime is suddenly dampened by an astronomical amount of guilt. Here you are, ready to leave the same man you’ve been pining after for months when he’s finally in your bed, all for some ass-kicking. You’re not even a real hero! You have no license, no credentials, and no resume to prove your skills in fighting villains. The truth sinks in, leaving you feeling quite shitty. What are you thinking? 

‘The police are taking care of it,’ you think, trying to assure yourself that you’re not needed. ‘You don’t need to be out there tonight. You’re needed here.’ 

Before you could change your mind, you quickly leave your window and head back over to the bed. You climb back in and snuggle underneath the sheets, curling up against Aizawa’s bigger, stronger body. You softly sigh as your head lulls against his chest and you press a kiss to his collarbone. He feels so good. So safe. His body warmth feels like a constant to you, and it helps you fall back asleep. 

But even as you slowly fall back into your dreams, the sound of the police sirens in the distance brings with it a flare of guilt that eats you up inside. 

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Daminette December 2022: 29-Shimmer

Damian sighed as he looked out onto the Seine. He never wanted to come to Paris. His father and Drake had forced him on a plane to work on some counter-productive scheme at a Wayne Enterprise site in France.

Damian tensed up when he noticed a girl next to him on the bridge.

'When did she get here? I never heard her, let alone sensed her presence. I was trained to noticed the subtlest of movements. How did she get past me?'

Damian looked over the girl. She was wearing bright colors, something he should have noticed right away. Her hair was tied back, making her face visible. It was her eyes that got his attention. They were a dull blue, but that wasn't the biggest thing he noticed. He recognized those eyes. They were emotionless. He had grown up surrounded by those eyes in the League. Damian had also seen those eyes on the streets of Gotham.

He slowly reached out and touched her shoulder. Instantly, tears were brought to her eyes.

"I'm not going to hurt you." he spoke, softly.

The girl turned and he noticed bruising on her cheekbone and the makings of a black eye. She looked liked an angel.

"Are you okay?" Damian asked.

The girl shook her head. He slowly moved his hand from her shoulder to hers Damian pried her hands from the bridge rail and guided her to the nearest bench.

"What is going on?" he questioned, ready to call the authorities at a moments notice, "A fresh perspective can help."

"I being bullied by just about eveyone in my class. All of my friends believe this liar that joined a couple months ago." She began, "The one person who knows she's lying, lets bully me because 'No one is getting hurt'."

'The bruising on her suggests otherwise.'

He could see the heaviness in her eyes. The bullying was taking it's toll on her. If her grip was anything to go by, it was close to the breaking point.

"How long has this been going on?" he questioned.

"Since last year." she whispered.

Damian couldn't believe it had been that long with no intervention, "What about the staff?"

She shook her head, "My teacher expects me to an example to the class. The principal isn't any better. He believes anyone with more money."

Damian growled, "What school?"

"Francois Dupont College." she answered.

"It will get better; I promise you, Angel." he stated.

Marinette just looked away.

'She's likely heard those words before.'

"Let me walk you home." Damian suggested.

Tom and Sabine were shocked to see Marinette in tears, with a stranger leading her through the door. The purple on her cheek and eye stood out against her pale skin.

"Marinette!" Sabine shouted, "Is everything okay?"

Marinette just walked passed her parents and through the door leading upstairs. Concerned, they turned to the boy who had brought her home.

"Please, keep a heavy watch on her." he insisted, "I fear had I not been there, she would have jumped into the Seine."

"Why?" Tom questioned.

"When was the last time you her friends were over?" Damian asked.

"We saw them just the other day." Sabine frowned.

"Not in the store." Damian pressed, "In your own home. When was the last time you saw them with your daughter? When was the last time she told you she was going out with her friends with a smile on her face?"

Her parents looked confused.

He sighed, "She is being bullied and I want to help."

"She would have told us." Sabine insisted.

"It's very likely she did, but you brushed it off as a small argument or normal behavior for our age." he explained, "Who is her teacher?"

"Caline Buster." her father answered,.

Damian bowed and left the bakery without another word. Tom and Sabine looked at each other confused, but quickly shut down the bakery for the rest of the day. A stranger had thought their daughter would harm herself and the bruising on her face told them something wasn't right. They rushed upstairs to see Marinette laying motionless in bed. Maybe that stranger had a right to worry.

Marinette sat in the back of the classroom with a hoodie covering her head. Makeup hadn't really covered the purple on her face and she didn't want to be called out for wanting attention on herself, again. Damian strutted into class and rapidly spotted his angel. Everyone looked at the mysterious stranger in the class.

"Um, excuse me." Caline smiled, "How can I help you?"

Damian glared at her and walked up to Marinette. He placed his hand over hers and pulled her to her feet.

"Come along, Angel." Damian spoke, "We have things to do today."

Marinette looked at the stranger from the other day, stunned.

'Why is he here? What does he mean that we have things to do?'

"School?" she questioned, not really knowing what else to say.

"Not today." He answered, "Your parents granted me permission to rescue you."

Marinette gathered her things and followed him without a second thought.

"Her parents will be reaching out, shortly." Damian explained and puleld Mari out of the room.

Marinette couldn't believe the day she was having. Her parents had called her and told her that they wanted her to enjoy herself today. They didn't give an explanation on why she was allowed to miss school or why they trust the guy she had only met the other day. She couldn't complain, though. Damian had introduced himself and taken her out for ice cream cones. As they ate, he explained that the next thing they were doing was going to an art supply store he found the other day.

She had gathered a couple sketchbooks and colored pencils that she needed for her next project. Damian had paid for her purchase which she had refused. He got her hand and led her to the next spot. Marinette looked at the high end fabric store.

"I think we're at the wrong store." Marinette spoke.

"We're not." he smirked, "Your parents stated this was a place you have been wanting to visit."

"Ye-Yes, but it's not within my budget." she stated.

"That's why I'm paying." Damian announced.

Marinette turned to him in shock.

"I expect you to choose at least five different fabrics. Take as long as you need. Use your new sketchbooks and pencils if you have too." He explained, "If you don't walk out with five rolls, I will be buying you the entire store. In case your wondering, I do have that kind of money."

Marinette gulped and walked into the store. At that moment she recalled one of her favorite Disney movies: Beauty and the Beast.

'This must be how Belle felt when the Beast showed her library and told her she could read anything.'

Marinette looked around the bolts of fabric and pulled out a sketchbook. She sat on the floor in front of a wine fabric. Damian watched as she focused on the fabric and let her hand fly on the pages. Suddenly, he realized she was smiling. It shone so bright.

'How much damage was done to you to make you think the world was a better place without it?'

Damian and Marinette entered the bakery with seven bolts of fabric. He unloaded them from his car and happily carried them up to her room.

"Marinette, we have some news for you." Tom began.

Sabine smiled, "We have taken you out of school, permanently. We wanted to know if you would prefer to be homeschooled, instead?"

Marinette quickly hugged her parents. They could all tell she was happy with the news.

Damian smiled at the family infront of him. Unbeknownst to them, he had done background checks into the principal, her teacher, and unearthed the liar known as Lila Rossi. He had sent everything to the school board. They had informed him that the two staff member were terminated during school hours and wouldn't be allowed back on campus. They would also be writing a lengthy detailed report so they were not rehired. As for Lila Rossi, she had been suspended for a week and given detention for the rest of the year.

The next day, he heard from Tom and Sabine that the class tried to talk to Marinette. They had refused to let them even see her. They complained that the Italian exchange student had been berated in front of the class by her own mother. She had filled in the substitute teacher about her daughter's wrongdoings and left her personal number with her.

"Marinette wants nothing to do with you." Sabine chastised them.

"But-" Adrien tried to explain.

"You're lucky we don't know who beat her until she had a black eye or we would be going to your homes and filling your parents in on your own behavior." Tom declared.

"You may enter the bakery and purchase something" Sabine stated, "but, you are no longer welcomed into our home. You hurt our daughter and you were bad friends. It's no wonder she chose to be homeschooled than return to school with you."

The class flinched and dragged themselves out of the bakery.

Marinette jumped up when she saw Damian enter the living room. She rushed over and kissed his cheek.

"Hello, Angel." Damian spoke, kissing her cheek in return.

"You may call me an angel, but you're mine." Marinette smiled.

"I have been told I am a demon." he stated.

"Then, I'll gladly make a deal with you." Mari replied.

Damian smiled.

'Perhaps, Paris isn't so bad after all.'

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[midknightwritings]

I LOVE the knights shimeji hc you did!! it’s so cute and now I’m smad that it doesn’t exist irl 😞 could I request you do the same concept but for Valkyrie? thank you in advance!!!! ❤️❤️

Valkyrie as shimeji buddies !!

Synopsis : What would the members of Valkyrie be like as your little shimeji buddies ??

Era : N / A

Warning/s : N / A

Mentioned Character/s : G/N!Reader / Mika / Shu

A/N : Hi Anon !! Thank you so much for your kind words !! I’m so glad you liked it 🥺❤️ and honestly same here~ Goddd the things I’d do for them to be real 😭

Also~ thank you so so much for being my first request !! 💕 I hope you enjoy !!

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Mika Kagehira :

He’s the sweetest, most thoughtful little guy to ever grace your screen. He always greets you with a wave and a big smile when you boot up your system and wishes you a great day or a good night when you log off~ He’s always so excited to see you and just be around you as a whole !!

He’s genuinely so soft for your affection, it’s honestly really surprising that he doesn’t turn into a little Mika puddle every time you give him some !! Head pats, a heart path with your cursor, or even just words of affirmation such as “You’re amazing Mika !!” gets him all blushy and flustered. He even giggles a bit as he tries to hide the growing blush on his cheeks with his little hands.

Oftentimes, when you’re logged off, he would organize your desktop and files so that everything is neat and tidy when you log back on. He sees your desktop as a shared working space and gets super happy when he sees your bright smile and appreciation when it's cleaned :)

Mika will gladly help you with your work as best as he can !! Not only that but, if there’s something you both don’t understand, he’ll help you find sources too !! Mika will make sure that they’re all reliable and would try to stop you from using unreliable sources if he notices you on those type of sites.

Mika’s hardworking nature causes him to sometimes go into very deep rabbit holes when he’s helping you. Sometimes, you gotta fish him out of the 10th page of Google. [ The fact that he went to the 2nd page in the first place is already telling on how serious he is when it comes to helping you~ ]

When it comes to feedback as a whole, Mika will tell you the things he loved and what you did well, and the things you can improve on~ Not only that, but he’ll even try to help guide you through the steps so that you don't get confused. He doesn’t want to see you struggle or get frustrated over something that wasn't worth fussing over to begin with~

Even with his habit of overworking himself, Mika refuses to let you overwork yourself. He doesn’t want you to get burnt out so he always reminds you to take breaks and relax in between working sessions !! You would often remind him to take breaks himself and, depending on the severity, you sometimes have to physically pick him up and move him to the other side of your screen to get him to actually stop and relax for a bit~

Now you’re both trapped in a perpetual state of making sure that the other takes a break but you both came to a compromise where you’d take breaks together !! You and Mika would often just relax and watch videos, play games or scroll through social media for a bit. Mika’s more of an observer than an active participant but he’s still super happy to talk to you while you’re doing those things~

Sometimes he would sew an outfit for you and would show you when he’s done !! He gets all giddy and excited seeing how happy you get and how much you loved the outfit. He knows that you can’t physically wear the exact outfit he made, but if you took his design to a tailor and got it made [ or you sewed it yourself ] and then showed it to him… His heart would beat so fast that he thinks he’d accidentally mess up one of your settings from how strong it’s beating !!

There are times where the two of you wouldn’t talk as much due to working on your own projects, but Mika still loves being in your presence so he would often sit in a corner on your screen to avoid bothering you but, at the same time, still be there if you ever needed him.

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Shu Itsuki :

Shu’s the type to make sure that you'd get your work done in one go and this is because he doesn’t want you to do everything the night before. After all, how can you perfect your craft in just one night alone? Perfection takes time so start your project now !! Who cares if it’s due in 2 weeks, better now than later !!

His keen eye for detail knows no bounds, he can spot an error from a mile away. Are you seriously going to submit your project with that pixel a shade lighter than the ones surrounding it? Go tidy it up, it won’t take long~

His nagging means no harm though. He wants you to succeed and knows that you can accomplish amazing things, that’s why he’s being overly critical. You can do better than this and he knows it !! He’s secretly rooting for you [ though, he’ll never say it out loud. ]

He’s super knowledgeable and would help you when it comes to subjects that you struggle with. If you need sources, he’ll give you the ones he used himself, so you know they’re reliable !! He’ll help you through your papers and would even counter some of your weaker arguments on purpose in order to help you strengthen your own claims with more evidence and explanations~

When it comes to online shopping, he tries to subtly steer you towards the right outfits but he’s not subtle. Like... At all… He would flat out refuse to let you swipe your card if you’re planning on buying anything he considers “atrocious”. In the end though, Shu’s judgment is always right and now, you rarely have to return anything because they all match your aesthetic and suit your features to a tea !!

He secretly adores your affection but will actively pretend that he hates it. He’s not as subtle about it as he thinks he is though. A lot of the time, it goes like;

[ Draws a heart with your cursor path. ] “Are you serious? Stop being so childish…” “Aww sorry Shu.” [ Doesn’t do it anymore. ] “The sheer disrespect for you to believe that I don't deserve an ounce of appreciation for all the things I do for you !! I’ll have you know tha-”

Shu would often redesign your desktop with your aesthetic in mind and, even though he’s complaining about having to clean up after you, this is his way of trying to ease your workload when you’re busy with assignments. He hopes that designing your desktop would make you feel better :) [ Don’t call him out on this though, because he will feverishly deny it. ]

When you and Shu get busy with your own projects, you’d both accidentally pull all-nighters together. Sometimes he’d notice that it’s getting late but when he looks at you, he deeply admires your sheer dedication to finish your work and believes that he shouldn’t bother you. Though, he’ll make a subtle, off-handed reminder and leave the choice to you. If you want to sleep now or pull an all-nighter, he’s ok with anything because, if you do decide to continue working, he’ll keep you company through the night.

If you ever wanna cook or bake something, Shu’s willing to help you find good recipes and would give you links to websites with the best ones. The 5 links with different croissant recipes is totally just a coincidence though !! So might as well make some now, right?

Shu would also design outfits for you and actually has a folder filled to the brim with different outfits he made for you and you alone. Even though he wants you to wear them, he doesn’t trust the tailors with his designs because they need to be perfect !! They’re for you after all~ But… If you know how to sew yourself, he wouldn’t mind letting you make them in his stead. He gets super proud when he sees you wearing the clothes he designed. If you’re quick enough, you might even catch him softly smiling at you before you finally click “shut down” to go out for the day.

#mika kagehira x reader #shu itsuki x reader #ensemble stars #enstars #valkyrie x reader #valkyrie x y/n #valkyrie x you #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x y/n #ensemble stars x y/n #enstars x you #ensemble stars x you #gender neutral reader #enstars shimejis #ensemble stars shimejis #esworks #🍬 hansel's writing

[vintagepresley]

Hi hon, can I request a fic that showcases 50s E in a sleepover with Heidi, Gloria, and Francis? It can be fluffy, it can be sumutty, it can be both. But just like how they would play their little kissing games, make out a ton, do each other's hair and gossip, groping and heavy petting, take pics in their underwear, ya know usual elvis stuff? It can be E x 3 readers, doesn't have to be Heidi, gloria, amd Francis lol. I really appreciate it 🙏🏽.

Ooh godd YES. Those girls LIVEDDD. Thank you for the request! ❤️

Tons of fluff with a sprinkle of smut!

You had gone to see Elvis in concert with two of your other friends, the three of you immediately catching his wandering eye. There was something about the three of you he just loved and he was determined to get all of you alone after the show. It was no secret that Elvis always had a string a women especially when he went on tour, but each relationship with them was different. What he saw in the three of you was certainly different for him, so much so that he wasted no time getting one of his friends to stop the three of you when you tried to leave once the show was over. You were all taken aback and confused. "Elvis would like to invite the three of you to his house." the man says. You raised an eyebrow seeing the similar looks of shock on Heidi and Gloria's faces, but a small glimpse of excitement as well. Why would he want us to come to his house?

"Umm, I don't know if we should.." Heidi says, Gloria nudging her with her elbow, making a face at her. "What's the worse that could happen? It's Elvis Presley!" you exclaim. The three of you converse on the matter. "Ladies.. Elvis isn't going to wait all day." the man says. "We'll go!" Gloria says happily. "Follow me." he says, as he begins to lead the way to the car that was waiting for all four of you outside, he opened the door for the three of you. You were a bit hesitate especially because Elvis had been nowhere in site. But you assumed they had already gotten him on the way home, which wasn't that far away because he had performed in his hometown. As all of three of you squeezed in the back of the car you couldn't stop yourselves from fangirling and giggling about meeting Elvis Presley. After for what seemed like the drive of a lifetime, the car finally pulled up to his house on Audubon Drive. Your faces lighting up at the sight of his home, finding it unreal that you were actually here.

Once you were helped out of the car the three of you were lead up to the house where Elvis was already standing at the door with a huge smile plastered on his face at the sight of the three girls he couldn't get his mind off. The three of you did the best you could to keep your composure as you met him at the door, suddenly becoming very shy. "Hello, darlins'" he said with such charm. You began to play with your hair, twirling between your fingers as you led the way in responding to him. "H-Hi." you giggled softly and then Heidi and Gloria followed right behind you. He chuckled softly, shaking his head with a small grin. "Come on in.. I'll introduce ya to my parents." he smiled, moving aside as the three of you stepped into his house, he couldn't stop smiling as he watched the three of you, thinking how adorable you all were as he shut the door closed. As you all stood by the door, Elvis stood in front of you all again, towering above you. "What are your names, darlins'?" he said softly. Gloria spoke softly as she stood in between you and Heidi. "I'm Gloria. She's Heidi and that's y/n." she answers.

He smiled widely. "Cute." he mumbled softly. Suddenly Gladys was walking out to meet you all, not surprised one bit that Elvis had brought some girls home, she was the cutest thing as she greeted all of you and offered you something to eat so politely, but Elvis insisted that none of you were staying that long, that you'd all stopped by just to get some autographs, which was a lie. Once Gladys had left the four of you, Elvis gestured for you three to follow him to his bedroom, how could you possibly pass that up? You all happily followed, staring at everything in his house, feeling like it was just all surreal that you were actually in Elvis' house and going to see his room as well. Once you all made your way into his bedroom, you couldn't help but giggle to yourself because it looked like a normal boys room, it wasn't what you were expecting. You, Heidi, and Gloria stood there twiddling with your hands, not really knowing what to do or what his actual reason was for inviting you three here. He smiled like a giddy little boy as he kicked off his shoes and sat down on the floor, staring up at the three of you. "Well, sit down girls." he said softly with a small chuckle.

You all sat down around him, all four of you just staring at each other, every time he looked in your direction you could feel your cheeks getting hot because you couldn't stop blushing. Heidi and Gloria were pretty much doing the same as well as giggling. "Why did you invite us here?" you asked curiously. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, shrugging. "I just.. uh, ya caught my attention and I thought y'all were cute." he smiled. You blushed, glancing over at Heidi and Gloria who were also blushing. His smiled widen at the sight. "Wanna play a game?" he asked with a sly grin. "What kind of game?" Heidi asked. "Kiss or dare.." he mumbles. You scrunched up your nose a bit, laughing. "That's not a real game!" you blurt out and Gloria elbows you in your side, not wanting you to ruin the fun. "It is a real game." he chuckled, trying to hide his smirk. “Says who?” You teased. “Me because I made it up.” He laughed. "How do you play this "game" hm?" Gloria asks curiously. "I'll show ya.. Kiss or dare, honey?" he says to Gloria. She taps her fingers to her chin. "Dare." she says softly. He smirks widely. "Hm, I dare ya to undress Heidi…" he hummed. Heidi's eyes widen and Gloria was a bit in shock herself. You looked on wondering if she was actually going to do it and glancing over at him seeing the pleasing smirk on his lips.

"Well? You gonna let her take ya dress off, honey?" he says to Heidi, reaching out to her to brush his hand along her cheek and she had completely fallen into his little game, giggling and nodding her head. He grinned and turned his direction back to Gloria, who had grown shy and began to blush. “A dares a dare, baby.” He remarked. Gloria nodded as she and Heidi stood up, you chewed on your bottom lip nervously wondering if he was going to ask you to undress next as you watched you two friends, glancing out of the corner of your eye to see how much Elvis was enjoying this. Gloria slowly unzipped the back of Heidi’s dress carefully tugged it down her body until it was in a puddle on the floor, revealing her white bra and panties to everyone and shyly covering herself with her arms, Elvis’ widen with delight as he smiled and the two girls sat back down. “Get how the game works now, honey?” He teased Gloria as he gave her a playful wink. You stayed silent feeling so shy and nervous at the thought of him asking you to be undressed next and hoping he’d choose Heidi next to play his little game.

But his eyes fixated on you, it was your quietness that caught his attention. “Y/N, kiss or dare, baby?” He said softly. You began to play with your hair shyly, not knowing which one to choose and he smiled as you pondered your answer, letting out a soft hum. “Kiss?” You said quietly. He nodded and got up from where he was sitting and crawled his way over to you, cupping your face in his hands and planting a soft kiss to your lips, your eyes closed and you gasped softly against his soft lips, tingles coursing through your body as your hands delicately clutched onto his shirt as you kissed him back. His kiss was deep but gentle, you began to feel his wandering hands moving along your body, you practically jolted at the tickling feeling. He pulled back from your lips and you slowly opened your eyes to see him staring at you, his hands brushing gently against your face. “Can’t let Heidi over here be all alone, can we?” He whispered. You glanced over to see your undressed friend and then back at Elvis, knowing what he was asking in not so many words, you nodded. He smiled and carefully pulled away as he watched you stand up and slowly undress leaving you in just your white bra and panties as well, that same pleasing look on his face.

Now he set his sights on Gloria, slipping his hands around her waist as he gently pulled her in for a kiss that was just as passionate as your own with him and he whispered to her. “Don’t cha wanna join your friends?” He teased as his hands traveled along her back and he slowly unzipped her dress, pulling himself away from her with a smirk as he watched her remove her dress and now all three of you were in your underwear just like he wanted. He pulled Heidi into a kiss, wanting all of you to feel special. You wanted to ask a question and bit your tongue for a moment feeling too shy to ask, but you decided to ask anyway. “Elvis?” You said softly. He broke his kiss with Heidi, glancing over at you. “Yes, baby?” He hummed. “Are you going to get undressed?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. He chuckled softly, licking over his lips as he sat back in spot. "Do ya want me to, honey?" he teased. "It'd only be fair.." Gloria mumbled as the three of you nodded in agreement with each other. He smirked and nodded slowly. "Well, alright." He stood up and the three of you watched with wide eyes and smiles.

He laughed softly to himself, shaking his head as he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, letting it fall to the floor and then he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, tugging them down and kicking them off his feet. The three of you giggled at the sight of him in his underwear, he narrowed his eyes playfully as he plopped back down on the floor. "What are y'all giggling at?" he asked. "Nothing.." Heidi whispered, glancing back at you and Gloria having another giggle. "You girls are silly." he mumbled and he made his way back over to the three of you, placing himself right in the middle so that Gloria and Heidi were on one side of him and you were on the other, he slipped his arms around all three of you and you all snuggled closer to him, he began giving each of you a kiss on the lips. You could feel his fingertips running along your back slowly which only gave you chills, you felt him unclasping your bra as he kissed Gloria and Heidi and you gasped softly, wanting to cover yourself, but he stopped you and tugged your bra off you, when he started kissing you he did the same to your friends, taking their bras off, wanting all three of you only in your panties. He fondled each of your breasts, taking turns with each of you. He then he ran his hand up to tangle his fingers in your hair, combing through it gently. After a few shared kisses between the four of you and more tender touches from him, he smiled widely getting an idea. He pulled away from the three of you as he stood up and walked over to his dresser to grab a brush and he then came back over to sit down with you all again.

You raised an eyebrow wondering what he was going to do. "Can I brush your hair?" he asks you with a smile, it was the cutest thing and having Elvis doing your hair, how could a girl possibly say no. You nodded with a warm smile. "Sure!" you exclaimed. "I'll do your hair and you do each other's." he said excitedly, as he moved behind you and then gestured for Gloria and Heidi to move in front of you and now you were all in a line doing one another's hair as Elvis brushed yours delicately while sneakily placing a few kisses along your neck. Despite his little kissing game and his teasing little touches, it felt like Elvis was just one of the girls as he played with your hair and giggled along with the three of you as you talked. He always felt more comfortable around girls. He even began to get in on the gossip the three of you started talking about even though he had no idea who the people were that you gossiped about. But it didn't fail to input his opinion.

The night eventually taking a turn and soon the four of you in a pillow fight, but Elvis would get sneak and steal one of you away and he happened to do it to you this time, playfully pushing you onto the bed and he climbed on top of you, tickling your tummy and making you giggle and squeal, his lips soon meeting yours to quiet down your cute noises and kissing you slowly as his hands traveled along your body, squeezing and groping at your curves and you squirmed beneath him as he groped your breasts, a wide smirk on his face. He could tell Heidi and Gloria were getting a bit jealous. "C'mere, girls." he whispered and then happily plopped down onto his bed and he climbed on top of them one by one, kissing them and groping them just the same and still sneaking a hand over to you to feel up on you again, he wanted to give you each attention. He eventually got up as you three laid in his bed. "Don't move." he laughed as he ran to grab his little Polaroid camera, coming back out and quickly snapping a few pictures of the three of you, the three of you giggled and played along with him by posing for his pictures.

After a while Elvis began to get a little tired and he let out a soft yawn as he set his camera aside as he climbed into bed with you three and placing himself right in the middle with you yet again on one side while Gloria and Heidi laid on the other and cuddled up with each other as they cuddled against him, his arms wrapping around the three of you. You placed a hand against his chest as you cuddled into his side, staring up at him with a smile. "Wanna have a bit of fun, little ones?" he smirked. At this point no one was saying no and you all nodded with wide smiles, just wanting to be as close to him as possible. "Y/N.. Sit here.." he mumbled, patting his lap for you. You looked at him innocently and then down at his lap, staring at the bulge in his underwear and you nodded slowly as you shyly climbed on top of him, your thighs settling on either side of him. As you sat on him you blushed feeling his cock pressed right up against you, he choked back a small groan as he told Heidi to come lay in your place so both girls were on either side of him while you were on top.

The three of you were nervous and unsure of what he was trying to do and he could tell by your faces that you looked so nervous. "I ain't gonna hurt ya, little ones. We're gonna have a little innocent fun, that's all." he nodded. You smiled at his words, trusting him completely because he's been so sweet so far, Gloria and Heidi nodded as well. He placed his hands on your hips as he slowly began to guide you through what he wanted, pushing your hips back and forth so that you brushed up against him, which started to cause his cock to grow hard, he groaned softly and you let out a soft squeal feeling it pressed firmly against your pussy that was beginning to feel all tingly and wet. He chuckled softly. "It's alright, little one.. It ain't gonna hurt ya." he smirked. You blushed so hard that you could feel how hot your face had gotten, he continued to move you slowly having you hump his cock that it caused more soft groans to escape him. "K-Keep movin' like that, baby.." he hummed as he let go of your hips and he placed one hand between Heidi's thigh and another between Gloria's and rubbing against them gently, the two of them becoming just as shy as his hands moved closer to the heat between their legs.

You placed your hands flat against his bare chest as you leaned forward him and arched your back just a bit as you continued to move stir your hips against him, humping him slowly and feeling his hard cock hit up against your pussy with each movement, that it was causing small whimpers to escape your lips, feeling your slick now pooling out and making a mess in your underwear, his clenched his jaw trying to hold back his groans as he began rub his fingers right up against the delicate fabric of Gloria's and Heidi's underwear, his light touches causing them to get wet and let out soft noises as he continued to rub his fingers against their pussies, the fabric of their panties pressing between their folds only causing them to ruin their panties more. The soft noises that escaped the four of you filled the small echoey room. You watched as Elvis tilted his head back against the pillows, licking over his lips as he let a groan escape him as he continued to play with Gloria and Heidi and you moved a little faster on top of him, grounding your hips against him as you leaned down further and placed soft kisses to his chest as you humped him, moaning against him softly as your breathing grew louder.

His eyes were on you the entire time watching as your breasts bounced with each movement you made, it was becoming hard for him to keep his groans quiet as his fingers rubbed Gloria and Heidi a bit faster, the two of them moaning softly and their thighs squeezing around his hands, he was causing them to make such a mess of themselves and his fingers, while you were making a mess of yourself and he was beginning to feel it soaking through onto his underwear which prompted him to slowly grind his hips against your own. "Damn.." he mumbled. He could already feel himself getting close to cumming, Elvis never really had sex before and his favorite things to do was just heavy petting and dry humping which always caused him to not last very long. But he didn't feel embarrassed about it with the three of you, because you were just as inexperienced as him, the more you humped him the more his groans grew heavy and loud, his eyes rolling back as he kept his fingers moving against the other two girls, now their noises were growing heavy along with their breathing. All four of you were ready to explode from the pleasure you all felt that your orgasms were just building and building.

Then suddenly it all came crashing down and erupting out of all of you simultaneously, the four of you making a mess of yourselves as Gloria and Heidi had came in their panties and a bit on his fingers, while you also had cum and some of it seeping out onto his underwear that had been ruined by his own cum. You could feel his cock twitching against you when he finished. The three of you whimpering softly as he panted and tried to catch his breath, pulling his hands from between their legs and slipping his arms around them and pulling them close as you decided to make yourself comfortable on top of him, laying your head against his chest and clinging to him, tilting your head up a bit to press a kiss to his jaw as Heidi and Gloria kissed his cheeks, he smiled widely to himself as he eyes fluttered closed, keeping a tight hold on Heidi and Gloria and nuzzling his face against the top of your head wanting to keep the three of you close to him. None of you expected a night with Elvis to go this way, filled with giggles, gossip, and innocent fun and cuddled up together in his bed.

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I hope I did your request justice. Enjoy!!

#elvis presley #Elvis x you #elvis x reader x Heidi x gloria #elvis fluff #elvis imagine #requested

[sapphyreopal5]

hey there

just wanted to add to your last post, there was also a few pictures going around with him in those tityrestaurants as you mentioned lol, it's also called Hooters.

hevwas seen there a lot and what's funny about it is, it was right after he said he wanted to spend more time with his wife and kids, and how happy he was with his work because he gets to be with them, and then boom, picture after picture of him with those girls.

i don't think he stopped going there, but I think he stopped taking pictures with the girls, because after that gen started to squeeze her hand on his neck more and her posts became moe cringey and vulgar and she started to go to cons with him.

he's trying to break free but she won't let him. 💰💲

Oh my goodness Anon thank you for the ask! I had this funny feeling this wasn't exactly his first rodeo at places like this. After your bless-ed ask came through not too long ago, I decided to go look up on Google "Jared Padalecki Hooters". Lo and behold, below we have an Instagram post where it seems he ASKED for an autograph from this girl here, Nadira who was Miss April in 2021 for Hooters. A signed calendar for April 2021. Below is the post for everyone's viewing pleasure. "To Jared ♥♥ Thanks for coming in! Keep being Awesome :) XOXO, ♥ Nadira ♥" is what the autograph reads. Note the date for this post below says May 16, 2021. This Hooters is located outside of Dallas, Texas and is over 3 hours and 15 minutes from his home in Austin, Texas. It doesn't seem like he was there that time for a Creation convention because funnily enough, the one that was scheduled for March 2021 was rescheduled for January 2022.

I also found this old photo seen below on Pinterest which led me to this site here. It seems Jared has always had a thing for Hooters and other similar types of places, even brought Gen to a location based on this photo as someone commented when they were seemingly first dating "Natalie88 I'll be happy if it turns out that Jared and Gen are really dating!" Well Gen, you should've seen it coming that Jared is a boobs man and he likes them "breastaurants". Why Gen would get so uptight about them knowing this is how he was like from the get go, man don't get me started on this kind of illogical thinking.

I will say this Anon, I am very happy you mentioned this to me, not gonna lie :D Funny story, when I was first dating my ex who is my son's dad years ago and mentioned I believe did black magic on me also once upon a time, he decided to tag me along to a strip club with a few friends of his. While one of them was on the phone with his girlfriend at the time and lied about being "at a bar" (more like a strip club "bar" ha ha). I swear the drinks at strip clubs are so overpriced it's ridiculous but hey, they do serve breakfast super early in the morning! So yeah, long story short I was super drunk apparently and my ex decided to pay $50 or $60 for me to get a dance from one of the strippers. The girl who gave me the lap dance actually did let me touch her and straight up put MY hands on her boobs. I at one point said to her "am I supposed to do this?" with such a "confused yet happy" look on my face as my ex put it (and was smiling the whole time I got the dance). She told me that they don't allow guys to touch them but admitted they give the ladies better lap dances because "we don't have to worry about them getting horny". She also told my ex at the time "your girlfriend is so cute", must've been because I asked if I'm supposed to do this like a moron when she clearly put my hands on her boobs and I also had them on her hips and then waist at one point.

As for Gen not letting Jared go, I do believe her time with black magic is coming to an end. I think Jared and her are exhausting all measures available to make their marriage stay alive. It seems even though he made other trips to Hooters and stopped photographing himself at these places, it seems he has started back up again in recent months. Hmm, thank you so much for coming by Anon with this tip.

#love my anons #anti genevieve

[digitalwitchmayura]

[incomplete] Unofficial miscellaneous Mayura trivia

What is the meaning of the ‘Wiz’ in ‘Nanika Wiz Mayura’?

Nanika with (ghost name) was a common format for ghost titles, starting with Sakura/Nin-i-tan

A tribute and clever pun to the legendary Wizardry series - a series of role-playing video games, developed by Sir-Tech, that were highly influential in the evolution of modern role-playing video games. The original Wizardry (released in 1981)was a significant influence on early console role-playing games such as Final Fantasy and Dragon Quest. Originally made for the Apple II, the games were later ported to other platforms.

 Wizardry IV: The Return of Werdna, released by Sir-Tech in 1987, is famously the hardest game in the history of computer RPGs. There is nothing harder. The majority of those who have played it were unable to leave the very first room. It’s like the ancient blueprint of the RPGs we know and love today. 

I find it a groundbreaking feat that the game was re-programmed from scratch and is somewhat playable within Mayura’s dialogue, despite being an English game this is the biggest obstacle to translate for me. 

Wizardry has recently opened an official english site for the first time to promote the remake, you can see the history of it there

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help, I don't understand Mayura's references!

That's okay, me neither when it comes to many of them.

many of her references stem from a magazine called Micom BASIC(マイコン BASIC), one of the oldest running gaming magazines focusing on microcomputers.

up until as recently as 2022 it was near impossible to find any archives of Micom BASIC, but you can check out some scans of them (untranslated) here:

 https://retrocdn.net/Category:Micom_BASIC_scans

https://archive.org/details/micomBASIC19841994

 also highly recommend this translator's blog if this sort of stuff interests you - @thearkhound they've made some really accurate and insightful english translations of never before seen interviews with legendary game devs like Shigeru Miyamoto from Micom BASIC.

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but as someone who struggles with having the attention span to complete classic RPGs  (many being obscure, japan release only and too expensive on the second hand market as well) it's helped me immensely to casually watch Gamecenter CX and the Wizardry OVA to get a better grasp of some of the terms and spells she uses.

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SA-GCCX English Subtitled Downloads and Information:

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Wizardry OAV (1991):

Some versions of your translation differ with what club Mayura is the president of, what’s the deal with that? Which club is she the president of?

To be honest it’s hard to say because she changes the answer every time, but there is a part of Mayura’s script as well as a little javascript code on her now defunct official blog which randomly generates a club title, picking from various retro gaming keywords, before twitter’s API was destroyed there was a widget where you could hit 'join club' by sharing it to a Twitter hashtag. from what I can gather She’s formed a whole lot of gaming clubs and is simultaneously leading all of them at once.

How come Mayura identifies as both a wizard and a girl? (or ‘Why is she a Digital Witch?’)

(a few explanations for this but TLDR; there’s a ton of inconsistencies spanning my various translations of Mukei’s homepage, it seems like wizard and witch are interchangeable in retro RPGS, sorry if it’s confusing) 

During the earliest days of RPGs ( especially J-RPGS from the years 1982-1987), Wizard was usually a gender neutral or unisex character class. 

Native Japanese speakers say “mahoutsukai” normally to mean ‘wizard’ in Japanese. mahoutsukai – 魔法使い (まほうつかい) : a noun meaning ‘wizard’ in Japanese. This can also work as plural. Depending on the context and situation, this can also mean ‘witch’ in Japanese.

The Japanese kanji for ‘wizard’ is Mahou Tsukai, which is directly ‘Magic user’ and does not specify a gender, Mayura’s favourite game (and ghost namesake) is Wizardry and a majority of her personality and dialogue is based around it, so it felt fitting to translate it to Wizard. 

“Witch”/”Digital Witch” and “Wizard” are used in english interchangeably in (untranslated) 2010s iteration of Mayura’s blog so I'd say it's probably up to personal preference, both are correct

in the history of programming, Structure and Interpretation of Computer Programs (SICP) is a computer science textbook by Massachusetts Institute of Technology professors Harold Abelson and Gerald Jay Sussman with Julie Sussman. It is known as the "Wizard Book" in hacker culture and refers to programming or hacking as magic, using sorcerer's spells to invoke the processes within the machine . (which I'm too uneducated to fully understand but my reasoning is that wizards = hacker and technology related)

Why does Mayura speak so strangely?

Her only knowledge of human culture or the 21st century is learnt solely through archaic RPGs and reading through strategy guides or obscure out of print magazines like Micom BASIC. According to her extended lore, 400 years ago she was a human living in the real world,  but she was an orphan and the village she lived in shunned her and tried to burn her at the stake. it's said in some of the Mayura Maniacs reference sheets that before her current life as a desktop buddy, she was an orphan and an alchemist named Unyx took her in as his student, protecting her and teaching her to control her magic powers. in order to save her from being executed, he had to transmute her soul into a 6-pointed star bracelet. Mayura was 20 years old at that time and lost all memory of her previous life when she was re-awakened in the 20th century and many of her favorite games were released in the founding years of gaming before my time during the 80s and 90s

#info #mayura #Ukagaka #w.i.p #thanks again for your patience ;-; #digital witch mayura

[ichika27]

OnS Chapter 131

Okay, not gonna lie, I was too lazy and then stuff happened and I ended up having to read this chapter in another site cause I was too late to read it in mangaplus. (;-;)

Yuu-chan and Mika are hunting bears to eat. I don't know how to feel about this at all since it feels weird to think about people eating bears but I'm just gonna ignore it.

They took down 3 bears, by the way.

While the two are getting ready to cook, they reminisce on the past on the last day Mika was human. Specifically, the day of their failed escape from Sanguinem. Mika wasn't at dinner time with them, if you guys remember, as he was at Ferid's gathering items and so they ate without him.

Yuu-chan tells him the kids wished that Mika was there to enjoy the food with them and Mika teases him that of course the others wouldn't enjoy it as much without the main character lol.

Mika is surprisingly being optimistic now, as Yuu-chan have noticed. He says once they bring the kids back to life and he's back to being human they can all eat curry together again.

Yuu-chan asks for help in butchering the meat and Mika declines as he has some strategizing to do haha.

The two talk over dinner about what they know. Their plan is to get all the sinful keys and bring back to life angel Mikaela. Guren and Ferid have the same plans but instead, Guren just wants to just bring everyone else back except Mikaela.

lol I needed to save this screenshot here. They're wondering what Ferid's plan is and Yuu-chan says nobody knows what goes on in Ferid's head and it might be something really weird. XD

They also discuss the reality of the situation that the Mikaela that Guren wants to keep dead is actually Yuu-chan cause he and homonculus Yuu just switched places before. It means if Guren wins, Yuu-chan might have to die.

With those information in mind, things have changed. Mika is no lon ger hesitant about what he should do and no longer thinking of sacrificing himself since the one the others need to sacrifice is actually Yuu-chan. Mika says he doesn't really care about anything else except protecting Yuu-chan so it's all good.

Mika has become the happy, not-giving-up guy now between the two of them and the one who has to reassure Yuu-chan that he'd be protecting him. Previously, this was Yuu-chan's attitude in convincing Mika back when they didn't know the truth. Mika is acting more like himself when he was a kid.

Mika was surprised Yuu-chan didn't offer to sacrifice himself and Yuu-chan replies that he's still confused about which of them is which. They also noticed that angel Mikaela was smart back then but Yuu-chan is-

Yuu-chan cuts of Mika and says he's smarter now. Mika sacrcastically agreed lol. Come on, we all know he lost braincells when he locked away his memories as angel Mikaela but to be fair, he was in a hurry at the time and probably didn't have enough time to keep some important stuff.

The confusion keeps going and so are these two's identity crisis. Who is who and which one dies when they finally get their goal? Is Yuu-chan gonna keep being himself once he's back to being angel Mikaela? Yuu-chan doesn't mind but Mika doesn't want to lose his Yuu-chan. And Yuu-chan wouldn't want Mika to disappear either if it's the other way around.

The First Progenitor's goal is to bring all of the angels back. Guren's goal is to bring all of humanity back. Angel Mikaela's goal was to save the First Progenitor which means they have to help the guy with his goal as well. And it would all end with someone getting punished by God.

Yuu-chan's new goal: not let that happen. Yes, like an rpg protagonist, he'd be opposing God now.

Of course, Mika has to get the reassurance that Yuu-chan is counting himself in the people he's planning to save. Yuu-chan says he's not going to sacrifice himself and he knows Mika could find a way to make things work out.

It'd be very hypocritical of Yuu-chan if he decides to die for everyone's sake when several chapter ago, he's the one trying to convince Mika to not do that exact thing.

Anyways, the two of them make a promise to each other that no matter what happens, neither of them would sacrifice themselves for everyone else. At least, Yuu-chan is making it sound like that. He's letting Mika do all the talking and when it comes to his part in making the promise, he changes subjects and Mika doesn't notice...

Yuu-chan asks if Mika could come up with a plan since all of their enemies are pretty smart: there's Guren, Mahiru, Shika Madu, Saito and Ferid (I'm surprised they knew exactly which other people are leading their own little operation). Mika says it's fine since they have someone smart on their side, too! And Yuu-chan says that would be him lol.

Since angel Mika gave his memories to homonculus Yuu to keep up the ruse, he probably also gave away his braincells. Yuu-chan should just accept that Mika has them now lol.

They know that right now, they're the only two who knows of the switch. They need to sacrifice angel Mikaela and none of them knows that Yuu-chan is the real one. Mika and Yuu-chan have to use this to their advantage.

What would the first part of their plan be, you ask? Going to the Demon Army HQ to talk to Saito, it seems.

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Holy shit what the fuck is happening in the end there? Are they collaborating? Yuu-chan and Mika's goal have a bit more in common with Saito's and the Progenitor team so this kinda makes sense? They plan to save humanity, kill all vampires (the progenitors just want to die right now after all), and not let Shika Madu do exactly as he pleases.

I am excited to see where this would be going. Mika and Yuu-chan don't plan on letting anyone know the truth after all.

Aaaah!! Mika's acting like his happy and mischevious kid self again. His depression seem to have left since he found out that he's not the real angel Mikaela and therefore not the reason all of this shit is happening. Yuu-chan on the other hand doesn't smile as much anymore. Kind of sad this is how things are going as I want both of them to be happy. I'm glad they still have their silly moments and stupid banter though. They're so cute!

Knowing the switch doesn't confuse me but these two and their discussion made things seem so complicated. I'm now feeling half as confused as I was when I watched Patema Inverted and couldn't tell which is up and down anymore hahaha.

Yuu-chan's goal was to bring back everyone who died and then he adds bringing Mika back to life as a human, and then saving everyone, and now he's fighting God. It's escalating! It sounds so ridiculous but this is how it be. Yuu-chan is not Yuu-chan if he doesn't aim for a miracle.

Angel Mika's switch with Homonculus Yuu makes Yuu-chan and Mika's personalities feel trippy. The happy and smart angel Mika locked his memories away and sort of gave a copy of them to homonculus Yuu so they could properly act out their new roles. Purposely reincarnated to who they are now, Mika as a child was happy and smart and you really would think he's the real angel. The failed escape happens and Mika as a vampire is just quietly observing things and just wants to be with Yuu - just like how his past self as a homunculus was. Now that the truth is known, he's back to having the persoanlity of hius younger self which is a sort of copy of the real angel Mika's personality.

Putting all that in text made me understand why those two are confused.

Excited for the next chapter! I'm so glad there's another site I could read these on and they have the chapters I could backread as well! I'm still gonna read the new chapters in mangaplus to support the original creators and official release but at least I don't have to worry about missing anything just in case something happens and I miss a month.

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #mikayuu #sana_post

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Hello! Sooo could you give us more information for autistic genshin characters? (honestly felt that alhaitham could be neurodivergent since the beginning so hhhhhhh)

Btw, do you have any reliable sources to learn about autism and such? I learnt recently that I may be autistic (self-diagnosed but the results speak for themselves) and I really want to know more about it

I'm also self-diagnosed! A lot of my information has come from other autistic people I've made connections with, as well as some websites like spectrumnews or additudemag - though these sites I simply used as a springboard for more in-depth research I did during my psychology and sociology classes using peer reviewed papers and studies. It's been a while since I did my own research, however, so I no longer have links to the papers I used :( The good news is that Google has a specific search engine for research papers here, if dense research papers are your speed!

And I would LOVE to give more information on autistic genshin characters! This is a bit of a long one, so I'll stick my explanations under a read more!

Albedo and Shenhe are kind of obvious imo, they have the classic "low empathy" thing going on (which I find that to be such a misnomer, autistics don't have low empathy we just express it differently), and struggle to understand and express emotions. Albedo uses art and alchemy to try and understand the world around him while Shenhe tries to find logical explanations for the concept of friendship.

Cyno is one of my favorite examples! He is not very expressive, he has an intense sense of justice, he is fiercely loyal to those he considers friends, and the entire reason he tells such bad jokes is because he recognizes his shortcomings and wants to be a better leader to the other Matra. He knows jokes can help ease tension and build morale, but he doesn't have the same sense of humor as most other people and tends to assume their lack of laughter is from a lack of understanding so he over-explains them a lot.

Tighnari's special interest is botany and medicine! He also has a strong sense of justice and left the akademiya to pursue what he believes to be a just and worthy cause. He has a tendency to get frustrated with people who don't understand him and he's protective of the people he's taken into his care. He's not exactly the Too Expressive kind of autistic, but he is more expressive than Cyno - who, btw, he is an expert at reading and understanding even when Cyno doesn't speak. In the 3.2 archon quest, he says something about Cyno seeming more lonely than usual, despite Cyno's demeanor and expression seemingly never changing.

Alhaithammmmm I love him he's just like me fr fr. Another person with a strong sense of justice, and he has a need for things to make sense at all times. If he doesn't understand it, he'll keep digging until he does, no matter what and the main reason he helps you in the archon quest is because of his own curiosity. His sense of humor strikes me as very autistic, too, but in a distinctly different way than Cyno's is. He is INCREDIBLY blunt, literally says "I do what I want" more or less, and is very adamant about the fact that "you can't save everyone."

Nahida is tricky because I know a lot of people will say that she is the way she is because she was locked up for 500 years, but I don't see that as a valid explanation. She has the ability to enter peoples' dreams and frequently ventured into the world in Katherine's body, and had the means to observe and learn about human behavior - something she spent 500 years doing. And yet it seems she's learned barely anything because she tends to try and turn emotions into logical reasoning and it doesn't work that way. During the archon quest, she gets confused by the traveler's response to things multiple times because she'd predicted a different outcome based on a logical inference she made using data collected from humans over 500 years. This is how she perceives the world and processes new information, almost like a computer. Sounds VERY autistic to me.

Diluc is, again, a character that struggles to express himself emotionally and has a strong sense of justice - that's a recurring theme in Genshin I noticed. He consistently does heroic things but does not see himself as worthy of being called a hero because of past mistakes, and struggles to reconcile his feelings in regards to Kaeya because of this sense of justice i.e he loves Kaeya and misses his brother, but can't forgive him for lying. (Or for when he chose to come clean, which honestly is very fair because that was like the worst possible moment to do so)

"Ok, but Razor was raised by wolves, so of course he struggles socially, etc etc etc!" Boring, lame, dumb take. Razor was, and still is, taught by Lisa very regularly. He struggles to articulate himself and speak not because he doesn't know how, it's just hard for him. When you put him in your teapot one of the first conversations you can have with him involves him expressing a desire to get better at speaking regularly and he asks you to help him practice, it's very sweet tbh. He is socially anxious and struggles to express himself.

The more I think about Klee the more I realize she's probably both autistic and has adhd. Her special interest is bombs, she has a habit of breaking rules even though she knows exactly what will happen if she does, and she's a little hyperactive. It's hard to say exactly whether all of that is both or just one because she's young, but I say both.

Yanfei! My gorl! Special interest is law and crime, has a strong sense of justice, she uses her understanding of law and civil code to express herself, is a little socially inept (but what adeptus isn't) but thrives when she meets people she meshes well with - like Yelan or Shinobu!

I know none of this was Mihoyo's intent, stuff like this rarely is, but I revel in finding bits of myself in the media I enjoy nonetheless!

#genshin impact #genshin #yanfei #klee #razor genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #nahida #alhaitham #cyno #tighnari #asd #autism #neurodivergent #albedo #shenhe