About the story I've asked people on Tumblr to send me photographs of Seth MacFarlane and I would write one-shots concerning that picture. And one-shots in my mind always are raunchy, sexy and kinky stories. Expect nothing less from this story, aside from poor English. This precise picture (as you can see from the cover) has been sent in by Ashley, my dear pal who's also known as Yelhsamonet on the big famous blogging website.

So, originally, this was supposed to be an one-shot and in a way, it still is. I'm just too impatient to wait until I finish the story, so that I can finally upload it and show it to you wonderful people, with one of you particularly. I still see it as an one-shot: I will not name my chapters, I will not write above ''chapter 2'' or whatever. Fudge that all. My impatience comes from 9 days ago. Oh, yes. I should've had this done by then, I wanted to be done by then, but I failed.

Ashley, without further ado, I do hope you enjoy this story even though you know its sick purpose (= for those who are not on Tumblr, it's not a romantic story whatsoever. Really). I'm so sorry for being so freakin' late and being heavily silent on and concerning your day of birth. I just wanted to get it done and present you this (and be adorable as I do so at the same time), hence all that. Seeing as I may be a long way from finishing, I blame my perfectionistic streak for details, I'm just posting it now.

Happy belated birthday, honey! Hope you had a good one.

Have A Tit

I absentmindedly straight out my hair with the straightener. My gaze is directed at my reflection in the mirror, but empty eyes are staring back at me. Today was just another day, like any other. Day in and day out, it is always the same old thing. Over and over. I sigh to myself and suddenly feel a warm, hot and burning sensation at the right side of my face, making me jump up slightly.

"Shit!", I abruptly shout as I place the straightener on the towel that's comfortably placed upon my wash table. I stand on my tippy toes, face cocked to one side as I lift my brown hair from my ears, looking at myself in the mirror as I do so. My right ear is turning into a faint shade of red.

"Nothing too bad", I mumble to myself. I look at the time on my cell phone. 09:30 am. "He's going to be here soon",I think to myself, jumpstarting my following actions to finish getting ready.

09:45 comes around and a loud ringing is heard throughout the whole apartment.

"Coming!", I shout as I make my way downstairs, grabbing my sneakers from the flight of stairs in the progress. Hastily, I put them on, nearly falling over and run towards the front door. Another loud ringing fills the silent atmosphere of my living room as I open the door, "Has anyone ever told you that you're extremely impatient?".

"All the time", the man in front of me says, smirking widely. He greets me by placing a kiss on each cheek, "You ready?".

"Yes, let's get out of here", I say as I follow my colleague with waving long hair to his car. It's a classy roadster. A grey Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG Roadster, to be precise.

"Show off", I mutter as we get in and fasten our seat belts.

"Hey, if someone very, very important comes along for a photoshoot, you want to look the same and feel important as well", he says, smirking as he puts his sunglasses on and starts the car.

"You are important", I pause and frown, questioning his fashion sense for a few seconds before shrugging it off, "Who are we having over today, anyways?"

"Seth MacFarlane", he says, speeding off.

"Oh", I say impartially, not actually giving a damn but knowing this particular man has been in the spot light for quite some time now. I clutch the dashboard tightly, fearing for my life as my colleague kicks it up a notch.