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I love cake

gist: When I go back to my seat, I observe Beni reading a book and proceed to ask him: "What are you reading?"

"Oh, you’re done how was it?"

"Wonderful, nothing like a hot shower to make me feel better."

"Glad to hear that. I’m reading Izana, a folklore story that deals with the legend of the girls born on the year of the horse. Some sort of curse condemns their existence and the only solution as cruel as it may sound is to kill the kid to inhibit them from bringing misfortune to the village. It was a common practise of clan superiority traditions but it’s extremely nefarious so it has died down to a certain extent."

"Wow! I didn’t know you liked folkore stories like that. I’ll add that to my reading list for this month."

"It will be a wonderful read, I assure you."

"I don’t doubt it."

chapter notes:

Ramyeon*: Korean noodles my fave are kimchi and spicy from shin ramyeon.

Baguette*: French stick type of bread.

Camembert*: Smelly French cheese (some say it smells like feet…)

Cailler*, Läderach ag*, Toblerone* Lindt*: Swiss chocolate brands which happen to be my fave.

Petit beurre*: butter biscuit sometimes covered with milk chocolate or dark one. Its equivalent in the anglo saxon sphere would be graham crackers.

Quatre quarts*: Made up name place but it means pound cake in French.

bruva*: british lingo for brother (another example is how they add chew in tuesday- phonetically speaking).

rad*: crazy, mad about.

Lapis Lazuli*: a hotel name in this fic but is also a crystal often blue as well as song by the Beach House.

Jambon beurre*: literally ham butter sandwich. A very popular combo, if you ever can get a sammy at a French boulangerie, this is a classic.

financier*: a small cake (typically a finger food), can be rectangular or oval which dates back to 1865.

Je suis à Paris, les nanas*: translation Girls, I'm in Paris. Les nanas means girls but sometimes it can also mean boobs. Here is the former but the more you know…

Bukkake*: A collective jizz shower if you get what I mean…

For the pet names list: love, honey, daddy and sir for Leo.

Concerning Palais de la démesure, it is a fic I'm currently writing. Might be out towards like February of this year if work doesn't manage to knock me out first (fingers crossed)!

Cw: sex in a bathroom at the airport(do not reproduce, I Guess), benimaru is a menace, reader getting ate out, attempt to an actual handjob and blowjob but oh well she can't do much because of him, benimaru also is addicted to her so much so he's back at it again in the airplane( a menace he is), consuming porn, group chat talks are the best.

wc: 7096

c/s: this one is quite long, heh!

Blank/Ageless blogs/MDNI, I will block you!

I’ve dreamt of this moment ever since I laid my eyes on her back in uni. I have to pace myself otherwise I’ll just jizz my pants and I don’t want that for my first sexual intercourse with Y/n. Dawg, I sound like a fucking teenager who’s tryna get their very first nut! Why am I so goddam nervous in the first place. Like this is light work but I wanna impress her too…

"So," she commences "what are you going to do about your erection?"

He tells her "Brace yourself on that sink with both hands, if you will?"

"I can do that."

"That’s secure enough for you? You’re not going to do anything which requires the use of my might?"

"Maybe, who knows?"

He gets down on his knees and his hands start fumbling your backside.

I have my hands on uni's most appraised butt. What a fucking legend I am to be the one fondling it. We were little shits back then but what could a motherfucker do besides blame hormones? We were packing and matter of fact I ain’t lose none of the moves from back then. I’ll show her how a real man eats out a woman.

Memories

"Hey, you don’t know what I’d do to get my hands on Y/n’s backside."

"Same! Before I die, if god is real and can grant me one wish, I wanna rest my head on it. You can tell the joint's hella comfortable."

"What if she farts?"

"Are you dumb or you’re acting like it on purpose?"

"He is, poor thing really thought women don’t get gassy."

"You sure you passed them exams to get to uni or maybe you bribed someone?"

"What are you even saying?"

"I said what I said and it stays between us."

"You can’t be the first one who’s done it anyway."

"He’s so spot on."

"Anywho… wanna bet?"

"Bet about what?"

"I’ll touch that butt of hers before any of y’all get the chance to. I’m the best, so place it now."

"Two hundred."

"Fifty ‘cause I’m behind rent this month."

"One thousand if you do it today."

"Sold! Just watch me in action."

"Y/n!"

"Beni! How have you been?"

"Not looking as fine as you do."

"Stop playing."

"I’m just saying the truth."

"Yeah, keep at it."

"I was wondering if we could maybe go to the movies."

"Tonight, I can’t I have a due paper and need to verify some finishing touches before I hand it in but tomorrow, I’m free."

"Tomorrow at ten, then."

He mouths to them when he goes away by Y/n's side 'just watch me, you bunch o’ goons.'

"He acting like he the king or sum?"

"So fucking conceited!"

"He must be high from what he bouta get tomorrow."

Tomorrow evening

"As always, you look superb."

"You don’t look so bad yourself."

"That’s a compliment from Y/n, I’ll cherish it my whole life."

"Really?"

"Pick whatever you’d like, my treat."

"Salted caramel popcorn, butter and sprite. I wouldn’t mind having some sour patch kids…"

"Great choice."

"What about you?"

"I don’t really feel like eating so, candy will be aight."

"You like it?"

"So far, it ain’t bad."

"We’re getting to the scarier bits."

"Okay."

"You can hold me, if you want to."

"I’ll be good."

That’s what she said but her hands were gripping his bicep and her hiding her face on it says otherwise. She really was tryna act strong in front of a horror movie. You should know better!

"It’s gotten better, I promise."

She looks at the screen and the murderers are actually decapitating the victim while performing some sort of ritual which apparently could revive the dead. In answer to him lying to her she smacks his arm.

"Beni! How could you do this to me?"

He chortles so hard which earn him some disapproving looks from other folks who were also in the room.

"I thought it would be nice to prank you. Please, don't hate me. You're so pretty when you get mad."

"You're crazy Beni, on god you are."

At first you think it’s a bit odd or he’s perhaps just getting in the mood so you let him do how he feels it. He hikes up your dress, plays with your undies a little before getting a sharp inhale from the source.

He slides her panties down to her ankles and slowly but surely smooches her pearl. She smells really good down there. He’s glad he gets to taste her essence from the source right away even though licking her clean from her underwear would thrill him too.

His hands grab her cheeks to spread them in a way he can engulf fully her clitoris into his moist hot cavern.

He lets her know that eating her out is one of the many things he enjoys doing when he vibrates around her button. She lets out an almost inaudible squeal which has him struck at first to hear such a sound but women are one of a kind so he’ll try to get to know more sounds like this he’s not so used to hear. Interesting, he considered.

She grips the sink, harder. She also makes a mental note not to make too much noise because they are in a public setting. Yes, with Leo she was inside a car outside but this time things are slightly different she’s in the airport, getting it on with someone who’s had eyes on her for a long time. She doesn’t know what to expect of him in terms of what he can do to her given the current situation she finds herself in. She should be fine, she likes to think this way.

"Just like that, please don’t stop."

He asks her "you like that or you could use some more of my face?"

She spits back "you want me to ride it?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Do we have time?"

"We still have roughly eleven minutes left, so go ahead."

She grabs the back of his head, settles exactly how she feels like she should be using his face like a seat then makes a back and forth motion while trying to keep her composure because his tongue is not really giving her a break like she thought she’d get as if she were in control.

A few moments after she finds herself on her knees, riding his face while she tries to pump his erection with her bare hands, Benimaru somehow forgot how nice acrylics feel on his dick. It’s been a long time since he’s had a wild night similar to the one when he had been summoned at the Palais de la Démesure. He sometimes wishes he were summoned more often but oh, you cannot have everything you want in life now, can you?

Anytime she tries to wrap her lips around his head, he makes her jerk slightly forward with his tongue skills. When she finally does engulf him into her mouth, he lets out a sharp inhale. As she bobs his length up and down he grips her hips harder and sucks on her clit to the best of his ability one could think it has somehow become a competition to see which one of them is going to make the other come the fastest.

When her much awaited release washes over her, her first reaction is to put her hand over her mouth and she remains there, shaking for nearly three minutes atop Benimaru’s face.

"How are you?"

"Better than ever, great I must say!"

"How much?"

"We ended before the actual time so we have five minutes to freshen up, look somewhat presentable not like we were fucking and off, we are."

"I never had someone make me come like that just using my clitoris, only.

I wanna know where did you learn that."

"I can ’t tell you where or who I learned it from all. I can say is that I am thrilled to hear you enjoyed that. I would gladly give you another clitoridian orgasm whenever you feel like having one. I am at your service anytime."

"That’s so refined of you. Is that how you get women?"

"No, not my preferred method to say the least."

"Then, how do you proceed, I’m curious now?"

"Well…" he says meanwhile he buttons up his pants. "May you please remind me how I got you."

"Uhm… I don’t quite remember how that went. I could use a little help if you know what mean."

"Y/n you’re being incredibly hurtful in my opinion. How could you do this to me?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"I invited you to have breakfast with me, we talked for a bit. I made you laugh and got you on a trip abroad with me. So far, aren’t you enjoying it?"

"You’re right about that. We’ll see that when we’re finally in Paris."

She takes off her panties and discards them.

"You’re not going to wear panties during our flight?"

"They’re soaked. I’m not doing that to her plus, a little wind won’t hurt."

"You’re right maybe, I should do the same."

"No, you should hurry up. I’ll go out first and send you a message when you can come out."

"We cannot be seen exiting this room together."

"Okay. I’ll wait for the message."

On board

"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten up your seatbelts."

"What are we going to do once we land there, Benimaru?"

"For the very first few nights, we’ll stay at a hotel if all goes according to plan that is, then later we’ll go to a house that I rented. That way, we’re not permanently in Paris throughout the whole trip because it may be the city of love but it’s not able to fit all of us who wish to be there."

"You meant you wanted to move there someday?"

"I would love to but the housing situation is enough to provide me with a decent headache, I don’t need that on a daily basis."

"Oh, I get it but maybe you should try moving to the suburbs. I’m sure you’d find your happiness there."

She’s probably not wrong. I’m sure one can find a nice place within an hour difference from Paris.

Meal

"The baguette is rather stale, if you ask me. The salad’s okay, the camembert too, a glass of wine, the onion soup with and we got macarons for dessert. I think I’ll ask for a bowl of ramyeon* later in the day, I know I’ll be hungry.

"What did you get?"

"I opted for cantonese rice, a side of pickled okra, a pudding and I also have boxes of chocolate."

"How did you get chocolate?"

"Complimenting the flight attendant goes a long way…"

"You’re telling me I should do the same?"

"No, I have two boxes, one for me and the other for you."

"Can I see the goods?"

"Here you go."

"Normally, we have Cailler*, Läderach ag*, Toblerone* and Lindt*."

"Oh, how I love Swiss chocolate!"

"I know you do."

"Should we share?"

"Only if you want to."

"Swiss liquor ones or petit beurre*?"

"Why not both?"

"You’re right," she lets out "we should treat ourselves."

You both bite them. Now for the Swiss liquor, you popped one into your mouth.

"Y/n you have something on your upper lip."

You look at it, you can’t see what he’s just mentioned. He said "I’ll get it for you."

He approached your face, touched your upper lip with the pad of his finger and then kissed you. It caught you by surprise, you gave in didn’t even fight back.

"What was that for?"

"I was always told that chocolate liquor tastes better if it’s comes from someone else’s mouth so I wanted to put it to test."

"You’re trying to impress me or did I miss something?"

"We can try it again if you want to, you can kiss me this time."

"Beni～ is it because you didn’t get to do it earlier?"

"It probably is."

"We should watch a movie together."

"Then, I’ll leave the choice to you."

"That’s okay with you?"

"Of course! Why wouldn’t it be?"

"You think my seat has enough space for us?"

"I’m sure it’s the case. We should get comfy."

"Are you sure the flight attendant is not going to catch us?"

"We aren’t doing nothing illegal Y/n, just watching a movie."

"I’ll sit first, you sit on me and get the covers."

"What did you pick?"

"You’re going to see."

"Paprika or Tokyo godfathers?"

He doesn't answer. He does love how you keep asking him what you're going to watch. It's amusing for him.

Midway through the movie, your head peacefully rested on Beni’s chest while he stroke your thigh aimlessly just reeling at how much he wanted this brief moment to last.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, it’s a bit hard to follow but I think I’m getting the hang of it."

"I’m happy to hear that."

"I told you to pay attention to it and you’re getting sleepy on me. No can do."

His dominant hand snaked right into your panties while the other delicately fondles one of your boobs. You were about to protest but the way he does everything in sync makes it die on your tongue.

You feel encouraged to rub your bud against his fingers while he smooches behind your ear.

"Beni～," you managed to utter between each moan he dragged out of you.

"Yes!"

"You’re going to continue even if I stop, right?"

"By all means, my love. You’re paying attention to the movie?"

"How can I- -"

"Tsk, I told you to keep your eyes on it."

"You’re being so mean!"

"I’m not, I’m giving you some relief before tonight’s much needed rest."

"What happened to the Beni I met at my place before coming to the airport?"

"Never heard of him. We can talk about him if you want to…"

"Such a joker."

Shower

"I can shower here."

"Yes, you can. I’ll ask the flight attendant to show you where it is."

"Oh that’s wonderful. Are you going to do it too, Benimaru?"

"No I’m good, I’ll shower when we get to the hotel."

"I was wondering I think we should go to the Louvre museum."

"Oh you’d like to go there. No problem."

"You rock!"

"On the first day or can it wait?"

"Maybe on the second or the third even…"

"You’d like to go by yourself or be in company of someone?"

"You have somewhere to be?"

"No, I’m just asking."

"I would like it to be with you."

"We’ll do that."

In the shower while everything has been going perfectly well, you’re suddenly hit with a wave of sadness when you’re washing up. The goods you’re using on this flight smell exactly like ones Leo wore the first time you two ever met. It feels wrong to remember him fondly when a few hours earlier you were sitting on Benimaru’s face and he made you come like that. Is it greedy of mine to want both of them doing unspeakable things to me? I’m sure it isn’t, you laugh it off. For the time being you should enjoy your deserved time in Paris by Beni’s side. Everything else shall fall into place.

When I go back to my seat, I observe Beni reading a book and proceed to ask him: "What are you reading?"

"Oh, you’re done how was it?"

"Wonderful, nothing like a hot shower to make me feel better."

"Wow! I didn’t know you liked folkore stories like that. I’ll add that to my reading list for this month."

"It will be a wonderful read, I assure you."

"I don’t doubt it."

Bedtime

"No, I’ll make your bed for you. After all, that’s the service you paid for."

"You did, Benimaru?"

"Yes, love."

"Sorry then."

"I was wondering if can I get some infusion before bed?"

"Indeed, is there anything like flavour you’d like to have?"

"Chamomille would be wonderful, that is if you have that."

"Definitely! I’ll check but I’m ninety eight per cent sure we have it."

"Here is you infusion, would you like some sugar with it or honey?"

"Honey would be lovely."

"Here you have it. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Everything was perfect. Thank you."

"You’re welcome, please, do not hesitate."

"I suggest you rest as much as you can, we have an eventful day tomorrow."

He kisses her forehead and tells her "Goodnight love."

Breakfast

At last we get to have a proper Parisian meal which is made up of the mandatory classics like a croissant, pain au chocolat, tartine with jam and butter. A double shot espresso coffee with a dash of milk. And for the fiber, a fruit salad.

"We’ll arrive at Paris in a bit less than two hours."

"I can’t wait for it. I am so excited."

"We’re currently at the airport. We’ll most certainly eat before we get to the hotel. I ordered a few of my men to get me a car but given it’s weekday time and peak hours for traffic jams, they’ll be here in about an hour."

"Got it."

"What should we do then?"

"We can get some snacks for the time being the hotel check in is only at eleven roughly."

"Let's go to a drugstore then I have to stock up on sunblock and I should also get me some nuxe products."

"Lead the way, I’ll follow you."

"What do you think of this?"

"It smells really good, you should buy it."

"If you insist…"

Get some sheet masks because this flight dried up my skin terribly.

Perfume should I pick vanilla or strawberry? I don’t feel like choosing so get both. I know he’ll like it, anyway.

"To Lapis Lazuli* we go."

"It’s not in Paris, it’s nearby and what do you take me for a pigeon maybe?"

"Hotels in the very centre of the capital are a pain in the ass, I don’t like that type of hassle. I picked somewhere not so well know so that way in two days or so we can leave for the house I rented."

"Mother why are you trying to monitor your son who’s on a trip with the girl he loves?"

"That’s my job."

"Don’t you have more important matters to attend at the moment?"

"Like what for example?"

"I don’t know, maybe not worrying about me?"

"Okay, darling bring me some souvenirs and take care of that girl you cherish so much."

"I will, bye mother."

Someone gently wakes you from your slumber. You really don't feel like opening your eyes and he didn't want to wake you up since you were serenely sleeping. He has to.

"Y/n, Y/n, can you hear me, love? I’m so sorry to wake you up, we’ve arrived at the hotel. I know you must be knackered but try to be awake at least for the check in. As soon as we’re done with it, I’ll carry you to our room."

"Okay."

Honestly, you don’t know what came over you back in the car. One could guess the sound of the engine was enough to lull you into Morpheus soothing arms. It felt nice to rest on Beni’s shoulder, he’s such a gentleman he even covered you with his jacket.

After a little much needed nap which lasted over three hours and a half, you decided it was time to let the girls know if you made it to Paris. You let out as soon as they pick the phone up in your best French accent:

"Je suis à Paris, les nanas*!"

"I’m jealous," Marjorie said.

"I wish I were a squirrel," Theresa added.

"Lordt, what have I done to deserve this?" Bianca drammatically uttered, she continued with "Girl, where the Eiffel Tower at?"

"Yeah, let us see that," Theresa announced.

"Word!" Marjorie claimed.

"I will when I get there, I promise." you told them.

"How’s our new knight, babes?" Theresa asked.

"He’s good?!"

"Or is he," she widens her eyes, "better than Leo?" Bianca inquired.

"Uhm… hard to compare them like that." You answered.

"Oh, our girl needs time." Marjorie declared.

"Yup, evaluation period is necessary." Theresa disclosed.

"Girl is that a hickey on your pulse point?" Bianca asserted.

"Shiiit… he don’t waste time!" Marjorie added.

"Like you said, he don’t." Theresa suggested.

"He hella fast!" Bianca replied."

"A lot has occurred!" you shyly added.

Marjorie had a 'ah' moment where she smacked her fist on top of her other hand. She communicated the following thought "You fucked in the plane?"

"You living’ la vida loca, if you did. No judgement, babes. I'm not God's servant and don't plan on becoming one." Theresa highlighted.

"Oh, heck yes! Girl, you better get it." Bianca championed.

"No, he had me ride his face in the airport." You finally let them know.

"Hello 911, I would like to report depravity in a public restroom. Please, make sure to be here in fifteen minutes…"Marjorie joked about it.

The other girls are cackling on the phone way too hard and honestly you also ended up getting teary eyed with all this laughter. Good times!

"You livin’ the dream. I hope you really sat on it." Bianca implied.

"Tell us more, you ouchtea living that erotica book lifestyle!" Theresa stated.

"I swear I’m not. I feel a little lost." You uttered.

"About what?" Theresa suggested.

"Spill the beans, babe." Bianca voiced.

"We’re listening." Marjorie delivered.

"Leonard seems like a past thing now. I know I asked for a break but I can’t help and sometimes see him in Beni." You said.

"I think I know what you mean."Bianca estimated.

"You’re not wrong for thinking that." Marjorie conveyed.

"It’s not something to worry 'bout. I'm sure the future has something better in store for you." Theresa responded.

Benimaru knocks on the door. He asks:

"Y/n, we’re leaving for an afternoon tea in half an hour."

"Girls, hold on. I’ll be back in a few."

"Okay. I’ll be ready by then."

"May I come in?"

"Yes."

"I just need a few documents for a business partner who happened to come. I won’t bother you for long."

She goes back to her phone and Bianca really shouts on the phone,

"Is that him?"

"Girl, being discreet never been your forte."

"I second that."

"Yes, it is."

"Make him say hi, I’m tryna see something."

"Beni?"

"Yes, my love."

"Would you mind saying hi to the girls on the phone?"

"It would be a pleasure, honey."

"Just so you know, Bianca is the girl with curly hair, Theresa has a mullet Marjorie is the redhead."

"Okay. May you let me see them?"

"Undoubtedly."

She puts the phone in front of him and he pulls her closer to him "Hi, I am Beni, the man who’s currently taking care of your friend abroad."

"Pleasure to meet you Bianca, Marjorie and Theresa!"

"Waouh! He looks so good like that." Marjorie acquiesced.

"Is that gel on your hair or something else?" Bianca questioned.

"No, it’s wax. Thank you for noticing." And he winks at her. What is he doing?

"You’re treating our girl right, right?" Theresa inquired.

He looks at her "Am I treating you right," he grabs her chin and caresses her lips with his thumb, "sweetie?"

On the other side of the line, the girls are going off with their much awaited exclamations such as "Lord!! This is way to hot. Am I currently in the city called hell?" Marjorie said.

"Damn it gurl, he really had to pull that move on us? Called us single in many ways. I feel ashamed now." Theresa uttered.

"Jeez… I got a man but to be pampered that way is a dream." Bianca replied.

For a few minutes it was as if the girls never made part of the convo so they waited for an answer you never gave. It was him who told them.

"I’m sure I'm taking care of her fairly well. As you can see she forgot to respond you and if it’s not the case, she’ll let you know. That way you can get me back on track, isn’t that right, girls?"

Theresa: Absolutely!

Bianca: No problem!

Marjorie: Got it!

"See, your girls have your back Y/n. Now, if you excuse me.

It was lovely to get to meet you guys. I hope we can meet in person, sometime. I have some matters to attend. I wish a wonderful afternoon to all of you."

And with that he leaves, giving you a forehead kiss in the process.

"That’s how he treats you," Bianca added "you a lucky bitch, I have to admit."

"Girl… I want that lovey dovey too," Marjorie communicated.

"Let me put spirit on speed dial for you gurls, do not waver. I got you."Theresa said.

"Theresa thank you for saving us,"both Marjorie and Bianca answered.

"What’s planned for now?" Theresa questioned.

"Oh, we’ll go to a tea place later."

"Ooh, nice." Bianca blurted.

"Don’t forget the pics." Marjorie reminded her.

"Have fun!" Bianca enthusiastically yelled.

"And tomorrow, we’ll go to the Louvre museum."

"Sis! Switch places, asap!" Marjorie cried out.

"What are you saying, Marjorie?"

"Don’t listen to them, Y/n just live it up."

"I’m heading to my pilates class so, bye babes. Take care."

"You’re instructing now?"

"Yes."

"Congratulations Bianca! I knew you would make it."

"Imma doze off after being on night shifts for the month you know, tryna make ends meet…"

"I get it, you should get your well deserved rest."

"The online sales are doing a bit too well so much that I can barely keep up with orders. I’m grateful for my efforts are finally paying off."

"You’re so right, I’m happy for you. Love you."

"Me too."

"See ya!"

"Bye."

Now, I’m left with choosing the outfit. I think it’s safe to check the weather to avoid any unwanted surprises and maybe a hoodie. It looks windy out here and don’t want to risk getting sick, I’m not taking any chances.

"What do you think about this dress?"

"Whatever you put on will look divine on you."

"Really?"

"Surely!"

"You’re not really helping, you know that?"

"Sorry. I’m a simple man for a lot of stuff."

"No need to apologise."

I’ll put on boots with the fit just because it looks better. A lil’ make up nothing too extravagant and fix it with the setting spray.

"Can you twirl for me?"

"Why?"

"I just want to admire your beauty. Is that too much to ask?"

"No." You proceeded to executed what he told you to do. You twirled on your feet. When you're back to your initial position, facing him, he proclaims the following about you: "You look divine! Sometimes, I do wonder why is that I didn’t get you for me only, sooner…"

"Why is that?" You beamed with curiosity.

"Because we look great together."

You have to acknowledge him. He doesn't lie. A quick glance on the mirror facing his back and you two do look magnificent as a pair.

"We do."

"And I love to watch your body quiver with pleasure."

"You want me to tell you everything I adore about you, too?"

"If you feel like it go ahead."

"You're being cocky, stop it."

"I love being cocky. There's nothing wrong with that plus I get to watch you being under my spell. What more could I ask?"

"I think we should get going."

At the tea place un Quatre quarts*, you followed Beni and the waitress to a room he reserved for the both of you.

"This way, we’ll be on our own and have a little privacy."

"This place is so cozy. I love it."

"I am delighted to hear you do. The owner is a friend of mine whom wanted to become a firefighter because it was a job her parents admired so much but her passion was baking and watch people eat her creations. So naturally, she seized the chance to become what she was truly made for."

It’s the first time you’ve seen Beni talk about someone else with such eulogistic manner and that allows you to watch one his his many facets appear right before you. Yes, Beni’s hot and all that (without a doubt) but it’s extremely refreshing to see him being so affectionate towards someone else other than you. It almost makes you want to sit on his lap and kiss his forehead. Something that Leo never triggered like emotion: being proud of the one you’re currently with. Wow, it did render you speechless.

"We should take a look at the menu, I’m sure what they have is also really good."

"Sure. If it’s as good as you, I’ll bite."

"Earth to Beni? Beni, do you hear me?"

You waved your hand in front of his face, "Beni are you even listening to me?"

You try again "Oi!"

"Yes."

"What got you smiling like that?"

"You."

"Oh, really?

"Why would I be lying to a pretty girl like you?"

"Okay, I get it. Do you plan on embarrassing me the whole time?"

"Beautiful beings should be appreciated with all my praise. I’m making sure I don’t miss mentioning it very often."

"My handsome man."

"I’ll get a strawberry sponge cake and a dandelion tea, I think trying a financier* is good too."

"That sounds delicious. I’ll get a jambon beurre* because it’s been so long since I’ve had one. With a double shot of espresso."

"How do we get to call the waiter?"

"Press on the button present on the middle of the table, one of them will come right up."

Your both enjoying your meal you got a bite of Beni’s sammy and decided you wanted one too. You also fed him a bit of your food and he smiled with all his teeth showing. So cute, you thought.

Someone is coming to your table. By the way they’re dressed, you can grasp that they work in the kitchen of the establishment with a high hair up do, a neat rouge on her lips and a winged eyeliner trait neatly done to die for.

What’s the most striking about her face is the fact that she has heterochromia which makes her even more charming. Her left eye is blue while the right one is green. Like how can one be that beautiful? Girl I feel like rubbing my eyes to check of I’m not seeing things…

"Annelyse!"

"Benimaru!"

"How have you been?"

"Is that how you greet a childhood friend, huh? You come to Paris but don’t even think about contacting me beforehand?"

"Aw, come on don’t be so harsh on me?"

"Harsh, bruva* you don’t got any manners and you’re talking about me being abrasive on you? Revalute your choice of words for all that is deemed sacred!"

"Okay, I’ll do that."

"And much rude of you not to introduce me to the beauty sitting in front of you?"

You’re saying that about me… well, well, well, look at you? I’m starting to second guess myself about men?

"I was about to get to it."

"Then…"

"Her name’s Y/n L/n."

"The infamous university girl you were rad* about? Took you long enough to finally date her, were you scared or someone scared you? She asks him never taking her eyes off of you.

"My pleasure to meet Benimaru’s" she mouths "obsession."

"Same."

"You may ask me anything you feel like knowing about him. Please, do not hesitate."

"Annelyse! I thought you were on my side."

"I never said the contrary so… Stop imagining shit!"

"Her beauty is…"

"I know what you mean. The term you’re looking for probably is enthralling or should I say bewitching."

"More the last one than the former."

"She stole some of my high school girlfriends to let you know about the tea."

"She did that? How could…she do that to you?"

"Didn’t she have her eyes on you while she was talking to me?"

"Yes."

"What did you feel when she was looking at you the way she does?"

"Oh, that’s you you mean…"

"Exactly, that’s how she gets them."

"How many?"

"I can’t actually tell you. You’d think I’m a serial dater if I tell you."

"No, I mean it’s fine by me."

"Did you ask Leo that?"

"No, he told me without me asking matter of fact why do suddenly mention Leo You got beef with him."

No, I had a plate of seafood boil with him. If I tell her this, she'll probably sulk the whole time we're here. I better not act childish right now.

"Why are you siding with someone you’re on a break with?"

"That’s not what I meant."

"I can’t and won’t have beef with him. It would be stupid of mine."

"May I know more?"

"Indubitably! Look up Palais de la Démesure and tell me what you think about it after you’re done reading what you’ve found online. Just a warning, you might not like what you see. One thing is certain, you won’t ever ask me about me being jealous of another man, ever again. It won’t cross your mind."

"We’ll meet Annelyse later this week because there is something she wants to show you. Are you okay with it?"

"I mean why wouldn’t I be okay with what she has to show me…"

"Did you have the time to look it up?"

"Yes, a little."

"What have you learned about it, then?"

"It is a common event and matter in your life alongside Leo’s one."

"Did you look for the translation of the terms?"

"No, I didn’t."

"Wouldn’t you like to know? Curiosity hasn’t stricken you yet?"

"Go ahead and just deliver…"

"Wild Palace or the Palace of Excesses. A place where all of your wicked fantasies shall become true as there is no place for the term undoable to echo in those rooms."

"Honestly, sounds like a good time for me! How do I enter there?"

"You can’t. You have to be summoned by the person who’s the current owner of the place."

"Do you know him?"

"No, no one does. Apparently, he’s a regular man like many of us but each year brings about a new owner. Something about the constant change makes the place more modern, one could say."

"You liked the time you spent there?"

"Yes, it was phenomenal."

"I would love to hear it, sometime."

Back at the hotel

I reminisce vividly of it.

How can one forget a whole week spent with other four men and a woman whom was willing to be used as our personal fuck toy? Of course, there was no way for us to know who she was, what’s her government name or even if she was an inhabitant of the city. We were just told to please ourselves to our hearts content as long as we respect each other in an environment where pleasure and bliss are keywords.

That year, a woman of high ranking was the owner of said palace which made circumstances highly advantageous for women. I must salute her for her proactive measures. Women were the centre of attention and I personally loved that for them. She had also added another rule which was If the woman you’re currently with tends to have more sex with you than all the other guys it could potentially mean that she might want to spend a week with you only and you’ll be assigned to a private suite for such doings, of everything follows through, naturally.

Later on

While browsing on the web about what Benimaru had told me about. I fell upon one porn link. I didn’t really specify what it was or who starred in it but I could get a vague feel that it was amateur type shit, you know, the good stuff which is not staged.

On the screen I see such a voluptuous black woman getting it on with five masked men. The thing is I don’t even know why but somehow wish it were me getting thrown around like that. Yes, she’s livin’ her best life, that is certain but the way she’s on them?? Wow, teach me your ways, girl! She’s got three dicks in her, she’s jerking one with her and has another man who sandwiched his dick between her tits. Long story short, I’m not even halfway through the video that Benimaru barges in the room talking ‘bout "Have you seen my glasses?"

I throw my phone ‘cause I’m not got hide it right and act like I actually am looking for it with it.

"I don’t know," she stammers "hum, where did you leave them?"

"On the night table, normally."

"Okay, I’ll go check if it’s there."

"Is it a grey box?"

"Yes."

"Here you have it, check if it’s inside, you never know."

He does it. "Thank you love and he kisses your lips." That unexpected move really caught you off guard. And he leaves just like that.

And I go look for my phone right where I threw it. Next plan, I can see her now bouncing on three peens while the other two men jerk their manhood as she keeps her mouth open with her tongue out. So raunchy, yet it’s making your panties wet.

The end of the video is topped with a bukkake* scene but what’s new honestly, when it comes to an orgie. I’m left drier than motherfucking saltfish before it is plunged in water for its saltiness to go away.

I know I wanted more than anything a sugardaddy yet after watching this, I’m starting to revaluate my choices. I’m young after all so I should get all the fun I want. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Benimaru is fine but I don’t mind getting another man to take care of me like Leo used to.

I still have his number on my phone, it wouldn’t hurt to call him. I’m just checking how he is doing without me…

On the other side of the globe

"And that is the main reason why we should review the budget for our next big hit. Mister Burns, are you here with us?"

He doesn't really seem like he's in his element…

"Yes, as always excellent presentation Hay Linn, I will excuse myself for now.

If anyone has questions regarding the matter, please, do not waver contacting me or Hay Linn here present. We’ll gladly get back to you as soon as possible.

And with that you’re all dismissed."

Two employees chit chat about their general feels concerning their very first year working for Leonard's company:

"Did you see? Ceo Leo is so nice, I’m so happy we have a boss like him!

"Heck yes, you’re so right about that."

Look, he’s looking rather gloomy these past few days. Does anyone know what happened?

"Sugarbaby gate."

"Oh, that."

"Without a doubt. It has to be it."

"Wait, isn’t that field always like full or maybe shortage has ravaged it?"

"I don’t think it’s that simple…more like he might have to let go of someone he really liked."

"I don’t feel like talking about it anymore. Gon’ make me sad and shit."

"Same here."

Leonard Burns sits down at his desk and runs his hand through his luscious white hair. This day hasn’t been his best but he must remain focused, otherwise rumours will spread like wildfire about him and his rather blue face.

As he tries to cheer himself up to the best of his ability, his phone starts buzzing on his desk. Who could it be at this time of day? He doesn’t have any planned phone calls he quickly checked his schedule before eventually answering that phone call.

"Good afternoon."

"Hello! Am I on the phone with," she pauses before uttering the following terms, "Sir Leonard Burns?"

"Yes, the one and only. How may I help you?"

"Oh, now you’d like to help me. How gentlemanlike of you. Have you forgotten me, perhaps?"

"I’m not sure what you mean, miss. Are you sure we have met before?"

"I am or maybe I should’ve said Daddy Leo?"

"It’s you Y/n, how are you doing? Are Paris and Benimaru being kind to you?"

"I’m a little hurt because you didn’t remember me right away. I am doing well, thank you for asking. Yes, they’re treating the best they can. How are you, my Leo?"

But I somehow know you'd treat me the best as always…

"I’m doing okay, I guess…"

"I know we are on a break but I miss you. I diligently hope we can meet as soon as I land back there. There’s a lot of things I have to let you know.

And you can’t do that on the phone, am I right?"

"As always, you’re so alert."

"You planned to torture me on the phone with that mellifluous voice of yours all day long or you’re going to let me go?"

"I’m not keeping you captive, baby unless you’d like me to!"

"You’re playing with fire Y/n, I advise you not to do it."

"But what’s wrong if I like doing it with you, daddy? Are you going to spank me when I’m back? I’ve grown to like the sting I get each time one your firm hand lays a hit on my delicate skin."

The worst bit of this call is that Leonard is fighting so hard not to get a hard on because that's the last thing he would like to deal with while he's at work, in his office. Yes, people will knock on the door before entering but if he gets one, he'll have to tend to it on the spot.

"I will if you want me to."

"That’s what I like to hear. See you when I’m back then, rawr…"

"I’ll see you then, Y/n."

Chapter 6 of After all, it's not a bad idea to get a sugar daddy

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#leonard burns smut #leonar burns x black reader #shinmon benimaru smut #fire force smut #black reader smut #poc reader #enn enn no shouboutai smut

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queenharumiura · 5 months

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Dash comm thing-- I guess [x] || @whiskeysmulti

Got a lil long (2k) so readmore it is!

That reaction makes her feel like he’s challenging that. Maybe it was more accurate to say that it was his insecurity talking. It could even be his curiosity. Either way, he seemed to actually want an answer, so she’d do just that.

Was it the fact that other guys have treated her so badly that he stuck out more than the others? No, perish the thought. There were a lot of guys out there who treated her nicely, like Yamamoto or Enma for example. It wasn’t so simple as picking someone who was the strongest, or the calmest, or someone who was the kindest. The point was she thought he was the best thing to have come into her life and she stood by that fact.

“Ahhh how to begin?” She looks around and sits down somewhere and looks to him, patting an empty spot next to her for him to join her. “What I say today stays here and you take it to your grave.” If she hears people talking about it, she’ll know who it came from and then you’ll have Hell to pay. “I’m over it, so there’s no point in getting mad at anyone.”

“As we know, I had a first love that didn’t go so well. Went horribly, actually.” She chuckles quietly to herself. “It was really rough, trying to act like I wasn’t hurt every time he’d gloss over me, or every time he’d judge me for something… he’d accept it once Kyoko-chan would say something. Suddenly, ‘such a great idea, Kyoko-chan! I’m so happy you thought of me!’ I knew that Kyoko-chan only stepped up to support me, but it always made me see just how stark a difference there was in how he viewed us. I don’t know if anyone truly understood how crushed I’d feel in those moments. Still, I’d keep a smile on my face and pretend it didn’t bother me.”

She looks up at the ceiling, just focusing on the texture of it. “I’d feel invisible in those moments. Less important. Any of my efforts rendered useless in the face of him appreciating Kyoko’s involvement. Even if it were a group effort, Kyoko got the majority of the credit, or the attention.” Ah… this is why she didn’t ever like talking about this to anyone. “I don’t mean to say any of this like I was owed something, so don’t get it twisted. Haru too, tends to tunnel-vision on things, so she can’t blame him for the same thing.” It does hurt, though. “I started to wonder, was I the problem? Was I not useful enough? Was I not charming enough? Was I simply not worth being paid any attention to aside from being Kyoko’s friend or someone to look after Lambo?”

Of course, she knows that wasn’t the case, and Tsuna didn’t look at her as just someone who looks after Lambo or being Kyoko’s friend. However, at the time, that’s how she felt. “You know? One time, he asked me if the reason my lips were shiny was because I had Yakisoba prior to coming over. It was a lip gloss I’ve been using for a while up to that point. It was such a shock how little he paid me attention. He might notice when I’m hiding some of my emotions and he may ask about it, but that’s just the gist of it.” He didn’t seem to really think that deeply about why it was that she was hurting and why it was that she kept everything bottled up- for his benefit. She let it happen, and she preferred it that way, so she didn’t hold it against him.

“A lot of what I did felt like it was being taken for granted. Not many instances where it felt like I was being appreciated. I could’ve left ages ago for a calmer life. I could’ve started leading a much different life than I am now. I gave up on things that meant so much to me to stay with everyone.” Yet, she still felt like an outsider at times. She and Kyoko both. “I can’t speak for Kyoko, but I don’t like being kept in the dark. I’d rather know what’s going on. Bianchi Nee-san had explained that it’s some male pride thing where you guys want to protect us and keep us innocent, but… we also get dragged into your business.” Like the time the bloody murderous twins were after them, or when they got sent into the future with everyone. “By keeping us in the dark, you alienate us. We feel like we aren’t being considered. I can’t speak for Kyoko-chan but I felt useless and unneeded.”

It didn’t help that she already felt that way prior to them being blasted into the future… so the guys keeping them in the dark only exacerbated her negative feelings. She heaves a heavy sigh. “I doubt Tsuna-san said a word about it when he caught me, but I was crying every single day. Sure, anxiety and fear was part of it, but what really hurt was feeling like we weren’t being trusted. That because we were useless that it was unnecessary to tell us the truth. It took us going on strike to finally get some answers.” She looks annoyed when recollecting everything, like she’s reliving that moment. “I won’t go into details, but I cried more after that from the guilt.” She truly cried an entire lifetime’s worth of tears.

“The worst thing that came from everything that I’d experienced over the years… jealousy is such an ugly thing that can bring out the worst in people. There were times when even I could feel like I felt a twinge of anger because Kyoko-chan was the only one Tsuna-san would pay attention to. Silly, isn’t it? It’s not even her fault, so why get mad at her? The first time I noticed it, I couldn’t recognize who I was. I thought to myself, ‘Guess Namahage and Haru has more in common than I thought. An ugly monster’.” She stretches her arms out in front of her, her tone being so nonchalant this entire time, but her eyes would show that she felt anything but relaxed. “It’s simple enough to say, why didn’t you fall out of love then? That’s the thing, love is so illogical that it’s hard to control. Maybe if I try harder, maybe if I change this, maybe he’ll finally look at me. Maybe if I start changing parts about me, maybe he’ll like me more…” There were times she really couldn’t remember who she was originally. Love truly makes you do crazy things.

“I won’t let anyone say that I didn’t try, or that I didn’t try hard enough. I tried every single thing that I could think of, but nothing ever worked. I just… wasn’t Kyoko-chan and I never will be. I won’t lie, there were times when you’d say something that would absolutely shatter my sense of self-worth. On the days my self-love was on a low, you sometimes walked in to make it tank even further.” Good times (sarcasm).

She looks at him, figuring what would be next on his mind would be along the lines of ‘what did you ever see in me then?’ or something else. “It took me so long to recover from that first love. It really did a number on me. I don’t know if anyone ever realized how badly I was hurting, and how damaged I was coming out of that love.” She did try to act as though everything was the same. Business as usual as they say. If the majority couldn’t pick up on it, then she was doing a good job at hiding her hurt.

“When I moved on from him and started building myself back up, I felt a little lost. Where do I go from here? What do I do now? As silly as it sounds, our constant fights were comforting- as much as they were also aggravating. Routine is such a comforting thing. At one point, I started getting this notion that maybe you liked me, but then you’d say or do something that made me question that idea altogether.” Thinking back on it now, it was because Gokudera still thought she loved Tsuna.

“When I started noticing how it felt like I was special to you in some way, I felt seen. The small ways that you’d show your consideration towards me was sometimes clumsy, but also very sweet. It didn’t make sense to me at first, you know? Why like someone who was virtually invisible to another person?” It was like… why would you like someone that your boss deemed to be not good enough to pay attention to? “Still, you cared in your own way, and you paid attention to me in your own way.” She closes her eyes and breathes out heavily again, “it helped me in ways that I don’t think you realize.”

“In a way, I think, through you, I remembered the aspects about me that I used to love. I didn’t have to be embarrassed about myself. Sure, Tsuna-san basically treated like I was invisible if Kyoko was around, but that didn’t mean that’s all I could be. I have you and Lambo-chan to thank for making my journey in rediscovering self-importance easier.”

She opens her eyes and looks at Gokudera again with a smile. “So, why do I say you’re the best thing that’s come into my life? To put it bluntly, because you are who you are and I love you for that. I find new reasons to love you and being with you makes me happy. I feel loved and it reminds me that I’m worth it on the days I start doubting myself. On those days I’m feeling down, I know you’ll be there for me to cheer me up. You can remind me why you chose me of all people.” She leans against him and hugs his arm to her chest. “What can I say? Your devotion and loyalty are the biggest things that I find so attractive about you. I know that if you say you love me, you mean it. You make me feel like I’m a precious person to you, and that’s something I needed. I couldn’t begin to explain to you how much good you’ve done for me.”

Really, it isn’t like she hasn’t thought about how he could’ve found someone else. Maybe someone who could’ve had more political usage to the Vongola, someone stronger, or more beautiful. Maybe even someone who could understand him on a cultural level. It wasn’t like he would ever find himself lacking in people interested in him. Still, he chose her and she wanted to trust that. “Seeing the way you love me, it sometimes lets me see different aspects of myself that I didn’t notice. It’s very enlightening and heart-lifting. You’ve done a lot of good for me in terms of my self-confidence or my feeling of self-worth.” She won’t remind how he also had done the very opposite as well in the past. That wasn’t important.

“Maybe it’s not some grand explanation you were expecting, but that’s just how it is. I love you so much and I treasure each moment we get to share together, and being together makes be the happiest I’ve ever been. Isn’t that enough to say you’re the best thing that’s come into my life if I can wake up feeling full of love and happiness?” She thought it was, anyways.

“Emotions don’t always make logical sense, anyways. I simply feel that you’re the best for me, so that’s how it is. I won’t entertain anyone telling me otherwise, even your insecurities.” The energy right now is, if your girlfriend tells you to jump, you ask how high? If Haru is telling you that she feels you are the best thing that came into her life, you accept it as the truth.

#Whiskeysmulti #Haru dash comm #((Did I decide to work on this rather than the replies on my other blogs? yes-- ))#((Screw icons! I'm tired and too lazy))#Neo drabble #(To me you are more than perfect. Gokudera Haru)#YMTPtag

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paynnincorporated · 2 years

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Word and Connor roleswap au!!

Basically, villain / bio-engineer Connor and smalltime gear mechanic Word. Responding accordingly, Moordryd’s “destiny” as Shadow Booster is handed to him by his father, and Artha has to do his father’s bidding on Beau.

More deets on this au:

Connor sets up Penn Inc (LOL THIS SOUNDS SO DUMB) and is essentially a bio-engineer sort of mad scientist. Canon word mostly experiments with tech/gear, villain Connor does experiments on dragons and breeds for all colours.

Word on the other hand, is in Mid City, and owns a gear/mechanic business. While he does make some gear, production is very home-made, not super commercialised like in canon. Business is also in-part via providing mechanic services ie fixing gear.

Idk whether Word remains a member of the Priesthood, though I feel like it'd be easier storywise for both dads to be priesthood exiles.

Word meets Zulay, who is still the DE leader but not power hungry lol. Fira on the other hand, is as ambitious as her husband.

Moordryd is still the leader of the Dragon Eyes Crew, and like in canon, his father passes him the SB amulet upon learning Connor has managed to create the Dragon of Legend. (SB Amulet is passed down through the DEs)

Artha is the one with the redemption arc in this au, and it's largely Lance who influences it I guess. Eventually, him, beau, lance all betray Connor or something, up till Meggy turns up.

As for Parm and Kitt, they work on Artha's side for monetary compensation but eventually have a “Cain’s Mutiny esque” scenario where they cement that their loyalties lie with Artha, not his dad. Lol redemption arcs for everyone.

DEs are all good eggs, so we get to see the DEs as a crew try and make Down City safer/better. Unfortunately, Connor's dragon breeding business (in all colours) means he's highly influential amongst the crews, even if his son's racing team is "crew-less"

Both Word and Connor are priesthood exiles (just to make things easier story wise). Word does not fake his death to traumatise Moordryd into becoming the SB/start racing. He already does that as part of his mother’s legacy. So Word is around as himself to dish out all the knowhow as a past Dragon Priest. Possible tension point is discovering his father lied about his mom dying due to something related to the amulet?? Idk yet.

I think the general gist of the au is other coloured draconium vs black!

Brain going bzzz with au ideas of late, with unfortunately very little motivation to draw :’) Also! I have DB merch I’m going to make soon for a local comic convention, might open it to international orders too, but it won’t be tooooooooo serious a shop or anything. Still a big Maybe as logistics are not my forte.

#dragon booster #dragon booster au #word paynn #connor penn #moordryd paynn #artha penn #roleswap au

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somelonelywordmonger · 1 year

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Two hurtful things:

My mom says I act “more autistic” every time I watch Extraordinary Attorney Woo all because I make the conscious effort to unmask. When I think of Woo, Young Woo I remember that I am masking and that it is okay to move my hands constantly and bob my head in different ways and let my eyes wander. I relax and feel a sense of relief. And then my mother tells me that I am acting “more autistic” as if she thinks I’m being dramatic or putting on a show. When I talk to her while doing these motions and changing the way I speak along with the motions she interrupts me and tells me I am “annoying her” or “pissing her off”. I just can’t win.

I am criticized for being slow in my movements and sometimes in my speech if it is especially slow and slurring (usually happens when I am exhausted like when I come home from work or have just woken up.) “[my name] has always been slow” or “Can you hurry it up?” This often happens with my mother and sister, but when walking places with other people like friends, coworkers, and family I am often left behind. There is a large gap between me and the people walking ahead. And I could be absolutely booking it, trying my hardest to keep up and somehow I still fall way behind. People rarely look back to see if I am still there with them. I attribute my pacing in speech and movements to autism as it can affect those things.

I don’t think anyone knows how much these things hurt me. I guess I must be a robot to people since I am asexual, aromantic, agender, and autistic. “Oh I forgot, you don’t understand or know what its like” (regarding attraction or something similar.) But I have a lot of feelings, big and small. I have elaborate conversations because I have to explain every nuance so that people don’t misunderstand me and can see exactly what I see, only to still fail to get my message across as people like my mother get annoyed. “Get to the point!” This need to explain everything developed from a childhood full of misunderstandings.

My mother’s comments hurt the most. They cut the deepest. I may not truly be able to wrap my head around romantic and especially sexual attraction, but I get the gist. And I can crack dirty jokes too. I don’t think I am slow, just as I don’t know when my voice is way louder than it needs to be. I’m happy with my fidgeting and moving hands, but instead it makes her so annoyed that she can’t look at me or hold a conversation with me without telling me to stop and saying I am acting “more autistic” thanks to the show. The show I have been trying to get her to watch because it can speak for me. Just as I want her to read Sensory: Life on the Spectrum: An Autistic Comics Anthology and for her to read Gender Queer: A Memoir because so many of these experiences are so close to mine (that sometimes it is a little scary like in Gender Queer with things like the OB-GYN [if you know, you know.]) It hurts to be brushed off, it hurts to be made out to be some overly dramatic person or that just because I have done my damnedest not to show my autism for 24 fucking years, now that I am coming to terms and freeing myself it is a problem. I would love to show this post to my mom, but I can imagine her becoming mad as hell since I shared this, even if no one here would know who I was talking about. It just hurts guys. Sorry for the novel, I know, I’m long-winded.

#autism #vent #possibly triggering but idk what trigger to put #extraordinary attorney woo #asexual #agender #aromantic #masking #actually autistic #neurodivergent

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unboundpower · 1 year

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A little more information about Yu because her concept’s still fresh on the brain:

-She’s not a deity, but you wouldn’t be exactly wrong by calling her one. Power-wise she stands above the Supreme Kais, Destroyers, Angels, and Zeno because she’s more or less a personification of chaos itself: the primordial force that both surrounds and fills every part of reality. She predates all universes and lifeforms, and will outlive all of them too. She’s immune to Zeno’s erase power.

-Still ironing the lore out, but the gist is that she’s an enemy to all the gods. The Grand Priest tricked her in the past and sealed her true form & power away so Zeno could rule over creation unabated. This infuriated her of course, but because she needs her complete body to kill Zeno and his existence acts as the seal, she’s been at a stalemate that’s lasted for eons. Seeing how her existence as a whole has been forgotten (or deliberately hidden) and the other deities act like they’re in control of the universes, she hates the entire pantheon. “Guilty by association” and all that.

-She developed a hobby of observing mortals and messing with them, if she thinks it’ll be fun. This can range from innocent pranks to baleful acts of violence - namely of the psychological sort. Her temperament overall is very volatile. Yu used to be more sane in the past, but her mind has kind of slipped into madness since then because of her situation.

-Yu’s manifestations are incorporeal as her physical body is trapped. She can’t physically interact with anything, but that usually isn’t a problem because she does possess many psychic abilities. Her fake appearances vary between individuals, and she can even appear as something inconspicuous like an animal or gusts of wind, but her body resembles a three-eyed serpent that’s larger than...everything.

-I guess you can say she has god ki, but considering how I’m still figuring how to define that (and canon has given no clues at all), I’ll leave that alone for now.

Inspirations for Yu

Various symbolisms and interpretations of chaos

The concept of “Yūgen”

Uxie (pokemon)

Giratina (pokemon)

#drawing board.

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4, 12, 27, 35 + verde/takemura!!!

leah i love u sooo much im so sorry that u’ve opened pandoras fucking box i CANNOT shut up about their wedding if u can even call it that bc it’s actually the most ridiculous shit ever. anyway. madness and rambling under the cut :)

4 - First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

it was absolutely not love at first sight ASUEKFKSN He was pretty disgusted with her because he thought that she killed his boss and sort of complicated toxic father figure-esque situation, she had been shot in the head and thought he was going to finish her off, the girlies were not happy with each other. She did think he was very handsome tho. Go queen give us everything. she is nothing if not thirsty always .

Though I do wonder if he actually thought that or knew off the bat that yorino/bu did it 🤔 HA GUESS WHO NEEDS TO REPLAY MY FAVOURITE PART OF THE GAME BC I HAVE SUCH A SHITTY MEMORY and i just haven’t played it in a long time

Anyway she still stole from them and he was grieving so I just don’t think he was too happy with her period but obviously things change as they get to know each other :)

12 - Is there a wedding? What was the proposal like? Any kind of honeymoon?

OK SO HEHE. There was barely a proposal honestly it was more of them sitting on the couch relaxing and enjoying each other’s company when he was like (bashfully) “I’m fighting an impulse” and verde’s like 👁👁⁉️ AND THEN HES LIKE “I think we should get married.” (all of this rough dialogue not actually the real dialogue. u get the gist.) and verdes like 👁👁‼️ yeah let’s go get fucking married go go go

and then that same night they leave, verde gets a dress bc she wants a nice dress tyvm, and they end up going to some 24hr neon everything elvis (or maybe illegal kerry) impersonator style chapels and elope. :) And after they end up in some greasy diner for their first meal as a married couple bc it’s the wee hours of the morning at that point and it’s the only place open eating greasy ass diner food. it’s then that the adrenaline starts to wear off a little and he starts to feel a little regretful that he didn’t give her the full experience that he should have but she’s just sitting across from him in their booth eating fries, uncaring that the hem of her awfully expensive dress is getting filthy, looking at him like he’s the only man in the world that I think it quells that pretty quick. I don’t think verde would really want a huge traditional wedding anyway she’s too private for all that. She does get into a lil bit of trouble with Val and the gang for it later tho. (val later when she gets roped into a huge italian wedding like can u bottle whatever made ur man just want to elope and give it to me please for the love of god)

Honestly I don’t think they really have a honeymoon. Maybe a little later on but i think it’s mostly business as usual. them being married doesn’t really change things a lot but I think they do feel even closer than they did before. commitment rly does look good on them tbh. Tho I can see them renewing their vows at some point

27 - Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?

slap my ass and call me a romantic that never wants to deal with it myself AHAJFKFJ BUT I JUST DONT DO TRAGEDY MOST OF THE TIME. Tho I do struggle to just see them growing old in more of the sense that they’re both mercenary types and even if they get out of it to move into more. civilian/normal work they just have so many enemies that could pop up in whenever but FROM WHAT I’VE SORTED SO FAR YES they stay together for as long as they’re alive. Hopefully they grow old together.

And they do have kids :) I think the funniest thing for them is the way they catch baby fever after hanging out with val and lorenzo’s newborns twins. But it isn’t super easy for verde after all the shit her poor body has been through and continues to go through that after some failed attempts and trauma they end up adopting two and then they end up having one or maybe two ~miracle~ biological kids on accident so. they end up with a well rounded family. :) Parenthood also looks good on them. They have the range.

35 - Do they bring out the best in each other, or the worst? Do they have a fatal flaw?

They’re good for each other. They make each other feel safe, she gets to eat proper meals, he has a space with her where he can just be without the constant vigilance and games that living within arasa/ka’s like…structure brings,,, I also just can’t imagine them with anybody else AHSKFJS Their eccentricities just meld together nicely but I think if they have a flaw it’s how much they actually love each other, or their loyalty to each other. I think it could be pretty easily exploited.

#they have to be as like. chaotically domestic as possible or they will die #the kerry one actually very funny bc he’s copywritten his face so u can’t get faceplates or anything that look like him #or u will get prosecuted to the full extent of whatever law is in place in ol’ NC #oc: verde #v x t #ocstuff #trying to dodge this appearing in any tags like i’m a burglar in a laser room #Anyway hope this makes sense. Wish u could just climb into my brain and see what i see bc ITS SOOO RICH

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22nd October

It’s coming closer to Halloween, so we have one of the more... ‘spooky’ Holmes stories today (I definitely planned that and this isn’t just an accident obviously): The Sussex Vampire.

Like a Scooby-Doo episode, however, there isn’t actually any monster, and there isn’t really a villain either. But, I’ve been enjoying all vampire related content recently (blame Dracula Daily) so I’m going to include today’s antagonist, Jack Ferguson. And, yes, he’s another J villain. He’s also one of the youngest antagonists, being only fifteen.

This story is... very uncomfortable. It starts off with a tale of a woman sucking her baby’s blood, then she goes mad and becomes bedridden. Her husband refuses to believe it, until he catches her in the act so naturally wants to keep her as far away as possible from their child. Robert Ferguson, whose wife is the one going all-out vampire, has another son from his past wife, and I think you can guess the name.

Jack Ferguson is disabled- it’s not specified what the disability is, but, like any Victorian literature, it’s used to make him seem ‘weird’ or ‘pathetic’. This is, of course, plain ableism, but unfortunately that is how he is categorised.

Ferguson’s wife had reportedly hit Jack before, once with a stick and once with her hands, so they (to put it plainly) don’t have a good relationship.

However, Jack and his dad’s relationship is entirely different, to the point where it’s almost like Jack won’t allow anyone else to be close to his dad. I say ‘almost like’, but that is the main gist of their relationship, and Jack was jealous of everyone.

‘He [Jack] was a remarkable lad, pale-faced and fair-haired, with excitable light blue eyes which blazed into a sudden flame of emotion and joy as they rested upon his father. He rushed forward and threw his arms round his neck with the abandon of a loving girl. “Oh, daddy,” he cried, “I did not know you were due yet. I should have been here to meet you. Oh, I am so glad to see you!” Ferguson gently disengaged himself from the embrace with some little show of embarrassment. “Dear old chap,” said he, patting the flaxen head with a very tender hand. “I came early because my friends, Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson, have been persuaded to come down and spend an evening with us.” “Is that Mr. Holmes, the detective?” “Yes.” The youth looked at us with a very penetrating and, as it seemed to me, unfriendly gaze.’

Not even the detective and his boswell can talk to Jack’s dad.

Jack’s devotion to his father manifests in his hatred for his new baby brother. His outlet for this hatred? Poisoning him. Very extreme.

But, Robert Ferguson would never believe his son would do this, so his wife continued to beat Jack ‘privately’ (because that was definitely going to do something) and suck the blood out of her baby. Ferguson’s wife was probably reading one too many vampire novels.

Jack is never confronted, but Sherlock tells his father of his actions, and recommends a year at sea for him.

I don’t know, maybe he thought it was ‘just hormones’.

#the last bit is not my opinion #its never just hormones #jack ferguson #the sussex vampire #acd canon #acd books #ACD #Sherlock Holmes #sherlockholmes

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equusgirl-writes · 2 years

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New WIP Ramblings

@deepwaterwritingprompts is responsible for my newest idea. This prompt specifically: “We spider girls are brave. We head into the woods at night. With softly glowing silver thread, to do the job no else will.”

I was trying to worldbuild a religion for Fruits of Poison…I was just having fun! And then everything got real serious, real quick and I realized…I couldn’t possibly do justice to idea with the story I want tell in Fruits of Poison.

So now we have the Spider Goddess WIP. I’m sorry for inflicting my half formed thoughts on yall but I find the format of a tumblr post to work through thoughts extremely helpful. Plus I can access the notes from anywhere unlike when I put things in Scrivener or a notebook.

So the basic gist:

There’s a pantheon of gods, responsible for the creation of the earth and the heavens

Don’t know the effect they have on the magic of the world yet

But long ago the spider goddess went mad and she was imprisoned by the other gods

(I’m still figuring out what happened specifically but in essence the spider goddess is mentally ill, the other gods see her as a “danger” and imprison her. Don’t know exactly what “imprisonment” looks like either. Need to have a big think on that.)

Shunned by the gods, society follows suit and she’s largely forgotten about with her followers considered outcasts

But her followers remember

Her followers believe her imprisonment unjust

Going off the model of “gods only exist if people believe in them and worship them”, her followers sustain her

They care for her

The order has sunk a lot of effort into understanding what’s wrong with their goddess and as such have a unique understanding of mental illness

They also have the best understanding of how to recognize it, how to treat it

The order seeks to help those with mental illness in general society

Society generally discards those with mental illness (thank you @musical-chick-13 for prompting with the “if their goddess is an outcast are they outcasts? Do they advocate for other ostracized groups?”)

Im struggling with how to portray the spider goddess in terms of…how do her experiences translate to our modern understanding of mental illness?

Does she personify one type of mental illness? Or maybe the nature of her godhood means the presentation of her mental illness shifts? That feels like it’d be extremely hard to portray or pull off thoughtfully though

However it could explain why the order has a vast knowledge of mental illnesses rather than just one specific one

I very much like the idea that the order advocates for the those that are ostracized by society (thank you again MC13)

Like yes, their focus is those with mental illness but they also care for the outcasts of society as a whole

They don’t turn anyone away that seeks their help

If they can’t help the individual, then they find someone who can

I’m also undecided as to whether they rehabilitate the spider goddess or not

Actually

They do

I don’t quite know what this means yet but I’m going to figure it out because justice for the spider goddess dammit

Idk if she actually ever “gets better” though

I guess it’s a question of what does healing look like in that scenario?

I don’t want her to be “cured” because fuck that ableist narrative

Perhaps reconciliation with other gods of the pantheon?

Idk. Need another big think on that.

Some characters I’m toying with

The matron or leader of the order - I feel like this ‘verse is great for blurring the lines between science and magic and I’d really just love to have a character that…plays into the mad scientist archetype? Like she’s wise and knowledgeable and knows her shit but society generally regards her as being “out there”. I’m thinking she probably has what we would call bipolar disorder. Probably type two.

A young woman that’s experiencing mental illness and because of her symptoms, she experiences a lot of conflict with her family so she seeks refuge with the order. Which mental illness does she have? Dunno. Big think.

Someone without mental illness that’s just found a home with the followers of the spider goddess

Misc things

I know I keep referring to it as an order but I think I’d like it more if it were a community? Basically comprised of people that are fleeing or outcast by society at large

Perhaps there is an order within the community

I’d generally like to keep this story romance-less

Or if I do touch on romance, have it be more minor/background things

I’d rather focus on themes of community and perseverance and healing

…that’s…all? For now? Idk this WIP needs some work and lots of big thinks but I love it

Looking at this post now, I’m like what the fuck does it even have to do with the original prompt? 😂

#eg has thoughts #spider goddess wip #*peers* I really do love ensemble casts don’t I #I think it’s about the human connection #long post is long #wip rambles

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tharizdun-03 · 1 year

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Tokyo Ghoul Review

I am moving some of my Twitter threads over to Tumblr as well. This is one of them.

Tokyo Ghoul was great! Overall, a very well constructed, tightly written story that explores its premise with plenty of ingenuity and power, largely thanks to Kaneki, all culminating in an amazing final arc. Mostly really strong art too. Very excited for :re.

Favorite Characters:

1. Kaneki

2. Amon

3. Yoshimura

4. Arima

5. Touka

6. Tsukiyama

7. Suzuya

Favorite Arcs:

1. Final Arc: 9/10

2. Aogiri Tree Arc: 8/10

3. Decision Arc: 8/10

4. Lab Raid Arc: 8/10

5. Gourmet Arc: 8/10

6. Doves’ Emergence Arc: 7.5/10

7. Post-Aogiri Tree/Timeskip Arc: 7/10

8. Nishiki Arc: 7/10

9. Introduction Arc: 7/10

Ken Kaneki

Kaneki is undoubtedly the best character in the story, and it’s horrifying watching this sweet, kind person gets broken down by the cruelty of the world, to the point of madness.

Kaneki’s arc is mostly a realization of abandoning coping mechanisms and adapting the survival of the fittest mentality. There are a couple of interesting things to dig into here.

The coping mechanisms start in early childhood, with his mother working herself to death in order to financially support both her, Kaneki, and her sister. And Kaneki keeps building up this denying image of her that he’s had since childhood, that she was strong, and noble for it, which gets broken down during the Aogiri arc.

He lashes out and admits he doesn’t truly admire his Mom for it but confesses that he wishes she just chose him instead, this being reinforced by Kaneki not being able to save Shu and Haru because he stood by his mother’s ideology.

So, he abandons it, and takes on the survival of the fittest ideology instead, pushing people away, to focus on getting stronger in order to protect them.

Of course, it doesn’t go too well, his mental state keeps deteriorating cause of the trauma. And we keep peeling off layers, and just like his mother, the true reason he’s doing this isn’t to protect the people he cares about but because he’s scared of being alone.

HHust like his mother was afraid of losing her sister and becoming alone. She wasn’t kind, she was a coward, afraid of solitude. Just like Kaneki, who isn’t truly doing this to protect his friends, but more so because he's scared of loss.

I get that, but to be honest, I didn’t feel like this was communicated enough throughout the story? The whole keeping people at a distance because he’s scared of getting hurt and more protecting his friends for his own sake rather than theirs. I’m thinking of something similar, Evangelion, where that’s a core theme very integral to Shinji, for example, and immediately easy to pick up on. But this, when they revealed it, I had to think back and wonder, ”how often did he really act like that? Not a strong vibe I got from his behavior.” Maybe these are things that will be reinforced later, or I just missed cues, but I get the overall gist of it and am cool with it. But I dunno, I guess it just kinda feels like the story treats it as bigger than it actually communicated it being, at least for me. I think I'll be fine with it later. The issue with the story and Kaneki feeling aimless fixed itself later on tho, so no longer a problem at least. Either way, Kaneki's arc is mostly as good as it is because Ishida executes what does work, so incredibly well, a large part being how he draws the consequential mental breakdowns, etc. Might not be a super unique character arc, but one of the better-executed ones of its kind.

Koutarou Amon

Amon, I think, is fairly straightforward, we got the whole was raised by a ghoul, and because of that, was open-minded enough, even if subconsciously, for Kaneki to make him realize something, and a big part of his motivation after that point isn’t just to eradicate the ghouls, but to try and understand the one ghoul he knows is different. He doesn’t want Kaneki to die, not just out of some innate curiosity, but because it’d also answer why he’s alive at all, why he was spared. Amon is also instrumental in Kaneki's development, who questions him if he really wants to be like other ghouls, which is a key moment in grounding Kaneki again, appealing to his humanity. It's really neat how they both affect each other in that symbiotic kind of way almost. Amon is a character that has so much potential yet to be realized, so I don't think he’s actually dead. I hope we get to see him in :re, maybe in more direct contact with the ghouls. Would be a cool opportunity for him and Kaneki to each explore the opposite side of the conflict.

Yoshimura

Yoshimura's really just this high up because of his incredible backstory. I think the whole, fell in love with a human girl who was so in love she'd be willing to cannibalize (need that) for their baby to be born, but then having to not only kill her, but also abandon their child for her sake, and finding out years later that because of it, the child has grown up to hate this world, and when fatally wounded, to once again, protect her, he takes over the identity of the fabled Owl, that's so touching.

Going to such lengths just to protect his daughter, dreaming of one day sharing a cup of coffee with her, and it being denied. I think that’s all fantastic. Not just on its own, but how that enhances everything else, and I am very interested in where :re will take that.

Kishou Arima

Arima struck a chord with me. When the CCG had to write a will before their mission, and we learned that no matter how hard Arima thinks about what to write, he can’t ever come up with anything, so it always ends up blank, that's deeply sad to me.

He strikes me as a person that devotes so much to his job that he has no attachments outside that, a job which he probably thinks of very mechanically and might not be too invested in itself either, he just has nothing else.

His battle with Kaneki was very somber, with a certain sense of inevitability permeating throughout. I think Arima feels for Kaneki, and I think it was his decision to save him and take him into the CCG. Would love to see more of him.

Touka Kirishima

Touka is a character I just find really endearing. Her sad backstory with her bother, a sadly all too common one in this world, forces them to approach the problem in different ways, which is an interesting dynamic that I hope keeps being developed.

The chapter when she called Kaneki out on his little pretend tragic hero schtick is great stuff from her, and how she tries to balance her normal human life, muah. She was sadly absent for most of the latter half of the story tho but hoping :re makes up for that.

Shuu Tsukiyama

Tsukiyama is a character archetype that just kind of appeals to me a lot, you know, the Hisoka type, and I overall liked what he contributed. I do think after the gourmet arc that he didn't really do a lot, but him crying at the end when Kaneki leaves did give me the impression that it’s not just tears over his prey walking away, but he’s grown to genuinely care for him, having stuck by him for so long with no real short term rewards. But, I'd need more, but what we got was cool.

Juuzou Suzuya

Suzuya can't help but give a very immediate strong impression, and while I liked him, his backstory is what finally got me really intrigued. It makes sense that after all that torture and abuse, eventually, he got desensitized to it, and to cope with it, learned to get used to it, to enjoy it. But in the end, we see that he seems to have genuinely grown to like and care for Shinohara, as he mourns, a first for him.

Conclusion

I don't really feel like going through all the arcs, and honestly, a lot of the story is fairly straightforward or things I need :re to expand upon, so there's not much I'd have to say.

So, just some concluding thoughts. I do think the final arc is far and above the best one, and ending it all in, tragedy, basically, is a bold and powerful note to finish with, and I’m guessing :re will give us a more uplifting message after much struggle.

I’ve been told, and noticed it myself, that OG Tokyo Ghoul does seem to very much be set-up. It’s great, effective, fun set-up, but set-up nonetheless. There’s a lot of potential and payoff to be realized, and I do want and expect :re to get into the more complex thematics, deeper character development, and unorthodox storytelling. This very much just feels like Part 1 of a larger story. I'm ready for Part 2.

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