#he thinks money solves everything and never fucking thinks of WHERE THE MONEY WOULD COME FROM

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[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

without ever touching his skin, how can i be guilty as sin?

synopsis ; you weren’t technically doing anything wrong, right? especially not when your fiance was doing the exact same thing.

cw ; afab!reader, emotional cheating, swearing, aged up characters (reader, reo, and nagi are in their 20s) thoughts of sex, mentions of poly, nagi is a nonchalant little fuck

now playing ; guilty as sin by taylor swift

you and reo were the perfect couple.

childhood sweethearts, both part of wealthy families, both always the top of the class, both so beautiful that it blinded one’s eyes just looking at them together. engaged and soon to be married, and always seeming to know exactly what to say in interviews.

everyone loved you and reo. there was no denying it. reo’s fame came much less from being the ceo of the infinitely wealthy mikage corporation, but much more from being an extremely loyal man to his fiancee. edits of you both had millions of likes, with numerous comments of “may this love find me” or similar sentiments.

you were both always stuck together like glue. holding hands and showering the other in affection or just being in each other’s presence. no one ever doubted you were both in love, not even the miserable strangers online who commented “pr relationship” on every celebrity couple’s tiktok.

until you both met nagi seishiro.

nagi was, well, for you at least, refreshing to be around. he never automatically assumed anything or you or reo or the both of you as a pair. he was always calm and tranquil about everything, no matter what you told him. he never bugged into you or reo’s business, and you really felt like you could tell him anything.

you could tell him when you felt as if reo was being overbearing. you could tell him about the times when reo was angry at you for being around other men, even if it was for school or work. you could tell him about your frustrations at reo and how he uses money to “solve” anything, as if trying to purchase your forgiveness.

and nagi just listened. occasional comments such as “wow” or “yeah”, but he usually just stayed quiet and played on his console. but at the end of every venting session, he always gave, at least attempted to give, you advice. it honestly got to a point where you trusted nagi more than you did reo.

“y’know, i can’t believe it. he does it every damn time. i get mad at him, and suddenly, he goes out for a few hours and comes back with a dozen pieces of jewelry and sends me a few million yen. i get that he wants my forgiveness, but what the fuck? it’s like he’s trying to buy my love. it’s not even cute anymore, considering how this is like, his 80th time doing it.”

nagi hummed, tapping away on his console. “well, talk to him about it.”

“i do! all the time! but he never listens. just sighs and says ‘i do this because i love you’”

nagi hummed again. “good luck then.” you stared at him, eyes trailing to his lips. he looked so beautiful, sitting here on your bed, in your room. you shouldn’t think like this; you can’t. not when your wedding with his best friend is only in three months. but you can’t help it; he makes you feel safer than reo does after all.

“miss (l/n), mr mikage has returned from his conference.” your heart dropped at the maid’s words, sighing. you turned towards nagi, who sat there limply, pressing away at the buttons on his console.

“okay. i’ll see you later, nagi.”

you still loved reo. of course you did. you would have called off this marriage long ago if you didn’t. but your love for nagi still overtook your love for reo.

reo was never sure whether you or nagi was more important.

he loved you, obviously. he wouldn’t have wanted to marry you in the first place if he didn’t. he’d be willing to spend every single penny and second of his life for you if you had asked him to. but at the same time, he can’t help but feel like a terrible future husband.

you were his one true love, the love of his life. but nagi was his treasure, the treasure of his life. both were irreplaceable, and reo wanted to live his life out with both of you. but at the same time, he always felt so thrilled whenever he was with nagi. but whenever he was with you…yes, he felt warm, but the sensation was dull compared to how he felt around nagi.

he’s known you since age 4, but these days, reo doesn’t even know how to behave around you anymore. not when most of his thoughts are consumed by nagi. his thoughts are 65 percent nagi, 25 percent you, and 10 percent stocks and business.

he doesn’t even know how to properly apologize or talk to you anymore. all he can do is go to the mall and buy you some jewelry and expensive goods and leave them in your room. does he feel bad? yes. but he doesn’t know how to act. with nagi, spoiling him with gifts and games work perfectly. but not with you.

nagi never got mad at him. never gave him the silent treatment. reo felt as if he could confide anything in nagi, and he knew you felt the same around nagi as well. he saw the way you looked at him; it was the same way that you looked at reo so many years ago, before you both met nagi, but so much more intense. you never looked at reo this way.

reo’s considered being in a polyamory relationship with you and nagi, but that would be far too controversial and might bring the company down from the drama. so it’s best to just stay quiet and love both you and nagi all the same.

reo balanced a soccer ball on his knee as he sat in his leather black chair, eyes fixated on the ball. nagi sat next to him, playing on his phone mindlessly.

“i think she hates me.”

“that sucks.”

reo sent nagi a short-lived glare before looking down and sighing. the soccer ball glided to reo’s foot, and reo shot it right to nagi’s head. “you’re not helping.” nagi made a derp like face and shrugged.

“you know what we should really do? run away for a few weeks and just live together. just us two.” reo mumbled mindlessly, now twirling an elegant ballpoint pane around his fingers.

“(y/n) would get mad at us.”

“yeah.”

[gingerteafairy]

𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐤𝐢 – 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

Dave would have nearly all the love languages, but these two fit him best. As Kick-Ass, he would go out of his way to solve conflicts in your life, often being a bit nosy. If he found out someone made you cry, that person could expect a serious conversation (a real talk—he couldn’t actually fight them). He loves hugs and never misses the chance, even when you’re busy. He adores studying and gaming with you on his lap. "Would you mind sitting on my lap? It's for my exam. Really important, okay?" #1 PDA king.

𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐢 𝐯𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐲 – 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

Alexei would be the biggest fan of long night walks and picnics, where he could admire you and take in every detail of your world, from the sound of your laugh to the subtle way your breath deepens when he gets too close. If the conversation faded, he’d simply trace his fingers over your face, memorizing the texture of your skin and every hair in your brows, cherishing even the tiny imperfections you hated. "If you ever change, i fear that stars will fall with me to the ground. you're perfect this way."

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞 – 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬

He loves holding hands and kissing, yet he’s not a fan of being overly clingy and prefers other ways to show affection. He’d write songs for you, teach you how to play bass, and share headphones with you. He’d love when you visited the shop but wouldn’t let you help with the heavy work—he didn’t want you to get overworked. "You can help the cashier. You're good with numbers, right? Always thought you were smarter than me."

𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐫 – 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬

Tom is used to being praised, he loves having his ego stroked. This carries over into how he handles romance, where he’s quick to compliment you without overthinking it. “That’s really good, you’ve got talent.” “You look great today—did you do something with your hair?” Random gifts? Absolutely. Part of it is because he had the money and liked showing off, but deep down, it was because he loved seeing your surprised smile. “This? Oh, just bought it on sale.” (5K dollar jacket.)

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 – 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

Pietro is impulsive—his actions tend to come before he fully thinks things through. If someone upset you or made you insecure, even if it was in the past, he’d probably end up in a scuffle. Too tired to go grocery shopping? In a flash, he’d grab everything you need. Forgot to thaw the meat for dinner? No problem, he’d use physics to handle it in no time. "You saw that? Only for you, baby."

𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 – 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Because his job is so unpredictable, Tangerine prefers to show affection when he’s with you. He’d sit you on his lap and listen to you talk about what happened while he was gone. It was his way of forgetting all the work chaos and focusing on how normal life could still be. He even taught you how to trim his mustache just to have you close. And of course, he’d always compliment your talents, beauty, and everything you did—with that signature dirty mouth of his. “Shit, darlin'. You’re so fucking good for me. love ya."

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[unabashegirl]

Different 13 — college hs

Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.

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TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of rape, sexual abuse and physical abuse.

“I am done” Y/N frowned as she shut her book closed. “My brain is going to explode if I continue” Harry smiled as he caressed her back gently. “Can we go get some dinner or something?” She suggested to everyone.

“Keep talking,” Mitch said as he looked up from his laptop. “I am genuinely starving”.

“Can I go too?” Sarah asked, not wanting to interrupt the plans if it was a couples-only plan and she and Mitch had misinterpreted.

“Obviously” Y/N smiled, “I know this place where they sell tacos and burritos close to campus. Does that sound good?”

“So good” Mitch had already started packing, knowing that if he continued studying nothing would stick and he would just be burning neurons for fun.

“I left my car. is it all right if we walk there? Is not that far” They all nodded and started their journey to the food truck that Y/N had pumped up so much.

Y/N had texted James and Sebastian to meet them after their gym session, so she wasn’t surprised to run into them when they arrived.

“There you are” James smiled as he pulled her into a hug. “How was the library?”

“Good” She smiled and hugged him back.

It all happened so quickly that no one in the group had a chance to react. Y/N hadn’t even been able to introduce her lifelong friends to her boyfriend when Brian walked up with his jaw clenched and his eyebrows frowned.

“Look who is here” He smiled as he noticed Harry. Their hands were intertwined, and Harry carried both of their backpacks. “Why are you here, huh?”.

“Brian. Don’t” Y/N hissed she noticed James moving up front to face him. She was nervous about how everything was going to unfold. The last thing she wanted was for a fight to break out between her friends and boyfriend against Brian.

“So, this is what you are fucking, huh?” He poked Harry’s chest harshly, emphasizing on YOU. Harry didn’t say anything and remained quiet. He had no desire to fight. He was also very serene at alarming times.

“You are a fucking idiot” James chuckled as he stepped in front of Y/N and Harry. His body was tense, and he stood proudly with his head up. James had never been a fan of Brian. They were teammates, but Brian always ran his mouth in the locker room and spoke of whomever he was doing. Brian had obviously spoken about Y/N and had referred to her as easy.

“I wasn’t speaking to you. So, I suggest you shut your mouth and get out of my face” Brian commanded him only reminding him of that night. “Before I shut it for you”.

The comment that brought him back to that night. An image and a night that still haunted him. James had been downstairs enjoying a few drinks, celebrating a victory in beer pong. He had also been the first in the room and to think that he had gone to look for them because of a hunch.

--->FLASHBACK<----

People danced against one another to the rhythm of the loud music that made the house vibrate. Sebastian walked past James too intoxicated to even notice him. Earlier they had won a football game which coherently had been celebrated with a party, organized by a sorority. They had arrived with Y/N and like every other party she had disappeared with Brian. James yanked Sebastian by the back of his yellow shirt.

“Bro” Sebastian grind, realizing that it was his best friend. “There are so many hot girls” He breathed then leaned in, “Let’s go get some” he whispered and so his breath fanned James’s face. He could smell the alcohol on him from twenty miles away. Sebastian rarely partied as hard, but he had recently broken up with a girl, which had hurt him severely. James laughed and pushed him back lightly, trying to get his breath away from his face.

“You need a fucking mint. Not a girl, man” James joked as Sebastian threw his arm over his shoulders as they looked through the crowd of people. “Have you seen Y/N?” He asked over the loud music.

“Saw her a few hours ago. She was heading upstairs with Brian. Even she is getting some!” James frowned and couldn’t keep his mind from drifting to the stories that people talked of Brian.

“A few hours?” He asked again, but Sebastian was too distracted eyeing some random girl to answer him.

Something grew within James that night. Perhaps it was an instinct of protection. So, since he was far from shy, he started making his way through people and up the stairs to the second floor. He dodged people and pushed them around in hopes to find her. James looked for her one last time when he was at the top of the stairs but there were so people, and Y/N was tiny, that it was useless.

He eventually gave up and walked up the stairs and towards the master bedroom. He didn’t need to search the other bedrooms because he knew Brian was too self-absorbed to settle for less than the biggest room in the house.

James stood outside the door and thought about it multiple times, but something in his gut told him to get into the room. So, he quietly opened one of the doors and found them.

Brian was holding her and not in the delicate matter that she deserved to be touched and handled. He held her by her hair and his fist was in the air, above her, ready to deliver the third blow to her face. Y/N was looking up at him, drowning in tears and blood. Her hands were trying to scratch her way out of his grip, but she was unsuccessful.

In a matter of seconds, James had gripped him by the back of his neck and had ripped him off her like a band-aid.

“What the fuck?” Brian slurred as he was thrown on the floor. James was finally able to get a better look at Y/N. He would never forget how scared and vulnerable she looked. His blood boiled and was quickly on Brian. James’s fist repeatedly met with his face and blood started splattering everywhere. Y/N cried and screamed as she tried pulling James off, Brian.

“SHIT” Sebastian's drunkenness evaporated in seconds as soon as he walked in. There was blood everywhere and not only from Brian and James but also Y/N’s. Her dress straps were down, and the bottom was riddled up to her waist. Her throat was red from the marks made by his tight grip on her. She had arrived in a tan bodycon dress, but now it had a huge strain covering the front and it had been overly stretched by Brian’s brutality.

Sebastian was finally able to get James off, Brian, but not without breaking a sweat.

“Enough” He yelled as he helped him off the floor. “Look at Y/N. She needs us more than ever” James looked up and noticed the crying mess that Y/N was and how broken she was.

“Is he breathing?” James asked as he approached Y/N slowly not wanting to startle her or scare her.

Sebastian kneeled down by Brian and checked that he was still breathing before nodding back at James, who was taking his jacket off just so he could take his shirt off too. He gathered it up and pressed it against her broken nose then pulled on the jacket to cover his naked torso.

“Fuck baby” he hissed as he watched her wince, “What has he done to you?” He whispered as his eyes watered, hoping that it hadn’t happened before. James and Sebastian didn’t expect an answer from her. They just helped her to pull her dress down and pull the straps of her dress up.

“Please take me home” She begged between hiccups. James nodded but stood back. He felt too dirty of his blood to be able to touch her. Sebastian wrapped an arm over Y/N’s shoulder and protected her body as they both escorted her out of the party. James also gave deadly stares to anyone that looked with the intention of asking what had happened.

“How could this happen?” James whispered to Sebastian after they had comfortably settled Y/N in the back of the car and made sure that she was able to lie down. Sebastian sighed and ran his hands through his air. Still very perplexed by the situation. “God only knows what he would’ve done to her if we hadn’t walked in” he mumbled as he started the car.

“I don’t even want to think about it” Sebastian shook his head, hating the evident pain that Brian had caused Y/N. They could tell that Y/N would never fully recover from it.

Sebastian picked her up and carried her upstairs after parking in her apartment. James made sure to prepare her a bath and they both helped her get her feet in the bath before leaving her to her own privacy. They all took their own independent showers and scrubbed their skin until it was red in the hopes that it would wash away the memories too.

“Hi,” James gave her a small smile as he stood by the doorframe. He had thrown on some pajamas that they kept in her house since freshman year.

Most of the lights were already off, except for the light that the TV emitted and her bedside lamp.

“How bad is it?” He asked just as Sebastian sat down by the feet of the bed. She wore a set of matching pajamas; her pair was wet and brushed back. Y/N was finally clean, but her nose worried her. The bruising had started forming and the blood on her lip had dried up.

“I think he broke my nose” Sebastian inhaled heavily, “It wasn’t good a noise anyway” she shrugged, knowing that her parents would probably pay for plastic surgery to get it fixed as soon as possible.

“I’ll call my dad tomorrow so he can check it out for you” Sebastian’s father was a very prestigious plastic surgeon that had applied multiple Botox injections to her mother.

“You need to get some rest.”

“Please stay with me” She was embarrassed, but she couldn’t sleep alone. Y/N made herself in the middle and cleared space for them.

James makes sure to turn off the TV and the lamp. All three lay in the darkness, but none of them said anything. However, none of them were able to catch sleep.

“Are you alright?” Sebastian asked as he grabbed Y/N’s hand.

“I don’t know” James responded and looked over at Y/N.

“You?” he asked as he ran his finger over his bruised knuckles. He knows her answer before she is able to say anything. James could tell that she wasn’t okay and that she was scared. She doesn’t respond to James but only allows the tears to stream down her cheeks. Y/N cried silently for a few minutes until a soft sob escaped her mouth.

So, James turned to his side and gathered her in his arms. None of them say anything or do anything. James just held her for hours until she cried herself to sleep from exhaustion.

Later, Sebastian woke up in the middle of the night and realized that nothing that they had lived that night had been a dream. So, he joined them and threw an arm over Y/N, hugging her and cuddling her from behind.

--> END OF FLASHBACK <---

“I thought I had made myself very clear when I told you to stay the fuck away from Y/N” James stepped up to Brian, “Were you too drunk that night to remember?”

“I could care less what you want me to do” Brian wasn’t going to walk away without causing a scene. People from the university had gathered around them and were closely listening in. Brian didn’t feel as confident to face James’s anger, but he couldn’t back down. People were watching and to Brian, his reputation mattered more.

“I swear to God that I won’t hesitate to break your fucking face in front of everyone” Their foreheads were almost touching, and Brian tried to stand tall, but James was too intimidating, “Step away and go home” he hissed.

Brian raised his eyebrow and tore his eyes from James’s stare. He noticed how many people were around them. He was considering leaving after he remembered how James had left him that night. Brian was actually lucky that James hadn’t killed him. So, he walked away, leaving them alone.

“What the hell was that?” Mitch asked completely taken back by Brian’s unfriendly behavior. “What a prick”. He laughed.

“Sorry” Y/N frowned as she finally looked up at Harry, who had released her hand midway through the altercation.

“I am James” He smiled and shook everyone’s hand, “I’ve known Y/N since birth” He added watching how uneasy Harry was. James could tell that Harry hadn’t liked something and it had been James’s closeness to Y/N. To be fair, James did have a crush on Y/N, but that was way back in high school. He now loved her, but only as a sister.

“And I am Sebastian” he smiled, “So who wants some tacos?”.

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[threewords8letters-imyours]

summary: follows lifeboats, succession 1x03

pairing: kendall roy x ofc

warnings: smut

“Have you been here before?” Kendall asks, pulling out her chair and gently guiding it in before sitting opposite her. Elizabeth’s green eyes glance over the swanky restaurant, triggering an old memory from their past. “You know I have, you brought me here, one of the first places you took me when we were old enough.” She raises a gentle eye brow at him.

“I didn’t think you’d remember.” Kendall clears his throat, reaching for his glass of water.

“I unfortunately remember everything when it comes to you and us.”

A short silence falls between them, both of them briefly lost in their shared past, before she leans back, eyes narrowing playfully. “So what are we celebrating tonight? The Stewy money? You know I know about that, right? Because I do technically work in your PR department.”

He let out a genuine laugh, setting his glass down. “Well, I wouldn’t say that I’m the man, but… if there were a man, hypothetically, he might look a lot like me.”

Elizabeth softly rolls her eyes at his pretentious comment. “You’re modest, very humble.”

“Yeah, I solved the debt issue. Private equity money.” That old gleam returns to his eyes, the same one from every time he landed something big and wanted her to see him shine.

“So yeah,” he starts to say, fidgeting slightly, tone faltering. “Uh… all this, it’s just made me think about everything. And, well, you know, like… here’s where I’m at.”

He takes a deep breath, the real genuine Kendall shining through. “I love you.”

Elizabeth softly smiles back, but she knows the man sitting in front of her. Kendall doesn't know how to not chase something, whether it’s a person, a drug, or a win. It's all the same high to him. And right now, he’s still riding the wave of saving the family company from a $3 billion collapse. He’s high on victory.

“And I…” Kendall trails off, encouraging her to say those three words back to him.

She reaches across the table, fingers threading through his. “You know I do Ken.”

“So say it?” Before she could answer, the waiter arrives with their plates. Kendall leans back, lips press together in a tight line, watching the server set the table.

As soon as they were alone again, he leans forward, his voice low, direct. “I want you to move in with me.”

“Kendall…” Elizabeth wants to say yes. But she can’t. Not when she doesn’t even know what this is between them. They kiss, they fuck, they fell asleep next to each other more often than not. But there’s been no conversations, no boundaries, no clarity. Just the vicious cycle of old feelings and familiar habits.

“I don't know why right now, but say you say you don’t want to,” Kendall says quickly, pushing past her hesitation. “And, uh, and that would make me unhappy. But, I also wouldn’t believe you, I think you do want to move in with me. But if you don’t, uh, one of us, meaning me, is going to be unhappy, I just don't see why it has to be me.” It was confident. It was arrogant. It was so Kendall.

Elizabeth doesn’t say anything at first. She leans back in her chair slowly, uncrossing her legs under the table. Hidden by the tablecloth, she removes her foot from her heel with a soft, nearly soundless movement. Kendall doesn’t notice at first, until her foot slides and grazes the fabric of his trousers, slow and deliberate. Elizabeth gleeful watches when Kendall’s fingers tighten around his glass, her eyes never leaving his. She presses the ball of her foot lightly against the hardening bulge in his pants.

“You really don’t like not getting what you want, do you?” she murmurs, voice smooth, almost amused. Her foot moves in a slow, sensuous strokes against him, and Kendall has to close his eyes for a moment, steadying himself.

“Check please.” Kendall raises two fingers to a nearby waiter.

•

The door to Kendall’s brownstone slams behind them with a hollow thud. Elizabeth barely has time to shrug out of her coat before his hands are on her, pulling her in, lips crashing against hers with a kind of desperation that makes her knees weak. Her fingers deftly unbuckle his belt, the leather becoming loose around his waist. They didn’t make it far, the stairs to the left of the door become their landing point. Kendall awkwardly presses her against the uneven surface, her fingers gripping his shoulders as he kissed down her body. His hand slips in between her thighs, stroking over the damp silk of her underwear, watching her eyes flutter as her hips arch up into his touch.

“Shit, Ken…” Elizabeth watches on as Kendall settles between her legs, bunching her dress against her lithe waist, his fingers trace along the delicate line of her stockings before finally hooking his fingers into the band of her underwear and swiftly pulling them down her legs. He gently kisses the inside of her thigh inching higher until he presses his tongue flat, slowly parting her slick folds from her opening to her swollen clit.

She tangles her fingers in his short hair, the other cradling the back of his head, holding him close, while her hips writhe and grind on his face. Kendall lets out a groan of appreciation, lapping at her sensitive nub until her thighs tremble on either side of his head. Elizabeth tilts her head back in pleasure, moaning Kendall’s name.

Despite the pleasure that was building up in her core, she needs more.

“Stop,” she murmurs, Kendall’s head instantly lifts between her thighs, his sad hazel eyes confused, the lower half of his face glistening with her essence. “I need you, inside me,” Elizabeth commands as she takes hold of his tie, bringing his mouth to hers, tasting herself on his lips. “Right now.”

Kendall effortlessly lifts her in to his arms, his pants are pooled around his ankles as he awkwardly shuffles them to the closest soft surface. She lands on her back on the chaise and he goes down with her, covering her body with his own. He pulls her dress off with even less finesse, both of them laughing as the fabric catches for a second before he yanks it free.

His mouth traces down the column of her throat as he whispers, rough and breathless, “You know we’re together, right?”

“Are we?” She whimpers, grinding her wet heat against his hardening length, his thick tip rubbing against her bundle of nerves.

He pulls back just enough to look at her like her question had stung more than he’d let on. “Yeah,” he says simply. “We are.”

She raises an eyebrow as if amused, though her eyes betray the heat that’s currently building within her. “You’re married.”

“Seperated,” he growls, lifting her suddenly. She gasps, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist when he sheaths himself fully inside her. “Jesus fuck, you feel incredible.” He whispers.

“You’re really trying to have this conversation now?” she asked, breath catching in her throat when he starts to thrust, not giving her any time to adjust to his size.

“Don’t fuck around with me, Liz,” Kendall mutters, lips brushing her jaw, her cheek, her mouth, one of his hands pressing against the column of her neck.

She laughs, low and wicked, her nails scraping down his clothed back. “You want me to say it that bad?”

“I want to hear it.”

She moans loudly as he pounds into her harder, setting a unrelenting pace.

“Say it,” he whispers again, almost begging now. “Say we’re together.”

She stares up at him, his lips are parted and his skin flushed and damp. There was something vulnerable in the way he looks down at her.

“We’re… something,” she teases against his mouth.

“Wrong answer.” The hand on her throat moves to behind her head, gripping the edge of the chaise when he fucks her harder into the cushioned chair. Her legs wrapping higher around his waist, pulling him even deeper if that was even possible.

She laughs breathlessly, breath hitching when his thick member hits that sweet spot, she tangles her fingers into his hair to pull him down for a kiss. The couch creaks under the intensity of their fucking. The pad of Kendall’s thumb rubs against her pearl in circular motions, pushing her over the edge. Her body begins to convulse in pleasure as she falls apart underneath him.

“Yes,” she cries out. “Fuck, yes! Yes, we’re together!”

He lets out a pleased groan and presses his face into her neck, biting lightly the dip in between her neck and shoulder.

“Fuck, Liz, I’m going to-” he pants when Elizabeth’s walls continue to flutter around his cock, the rhythm of his thrusts falter, his body jerking when he empties himself inside her.

Kendall drops his head to her neck, his hot breath fans against her damp skin, raising goosebumps along her collarbone. She can feel him, still half hard inside her. “I love you, Kendall,” She lifts his head, her full lips softly meeting his, a stark contrast to the desperation and frantic fucking that had just occurred. “I always have, always will.”

Kendall’s hand gently carts through her blonde hair, brushing away the damp tendrils from her face. His smile covers his entire face, his hazel eyes sparkling.

“God, I fucking love you too.” Kendall whispers. He kisses her again with such reverence, his body beginning to move again inside her, the rhythm of his hips tender, making up for lost time.

[sha-brytols]

bethany and esther's relationship is also incredibly fucking arduous for. very good reason LOL esther's so cold to her. absent father but she's your older sister. when carver died there was this moment where bethany tried to talk to esther about it, and esther. emotionally closed off and of the belief she has to be the Strong One. just said "carver's dead. he won't come back if we just cry hard enough." and walked away.

esther also wouldn't let bethany do ANYTHING for those first couple years in kirkwall. in the red iron, esther's biggest rule was bethany waits outside while esther goes in and handles the business. business in hightown? too many templars. bethany stays home. esther does everything alone, but bethany has to do everything with esther. there's a point in a fic i never finished where bethany's just shopping for food across the street, and she realizes esther's tailing her. like she wasn't even being subtle about it LOL.

buuut come the expedition, bethany starts taking on a more independent role and that's partly because everyone around them was actually treating her like a person and not "hawke's charge". varric's a big part of this, because he recognizes how smart she is and how esther's stifling her and deliberately nudges situations so bethany's more involved. so esther sees how capable she is and also that she needs bethany just as much as bethany needs her. and this actually works. bethany's the one that does almost all the talking when they're tracking anders because it turns out "nice and polite" is way better for information-gathering than esther's whole "threaten everything that moves" routine. and not only that, but bethany demonstrating that she's a mage too is what convinced the darktown refugees to trust her and tell them about the healer.

and it's because of bethany's contribution that they're even able to get the money for the expedition. and throughout this whole process, bethany and esther finally get a chance to be sisters. esther stops treating bethany like she's fragile or a child and lets her make her own choices and bethany stops being so desperate for approval that she lets esther make all her decisions for her. they're finally friends. esther's proud of her and bethany's proud of herself and it's soooo great, and you know what? mother's wrong, you SHOULD come with us! you've done just as much work for this expedition as we have! for ONCE esther gives bethany her own agency instead of just dictating what she can or can't do.

and then bethany gets blighted ❤️ and she's dying. and she looks just like father did on his deathbed. and esther's whole brain is going a thousand miles an hour because bethany's dying and it's her fault. she let bethany get involved, she encouraged her to jump headfirst into danger, she wasn't ready. and she's so desperate to fix this mistake that she takes anders' suggestion without even considering bethany's input. it was a mistake letting bethany go with her. she has to make this right. so once again bethany has no say over her own future, esther just decides to hand her off to the wardens without even a second of thought and bethany. can't say no. because how selfish would it be to choose death when there's a way to avoid hurting your family?

and it's in the wardens that all of this slowly begins to sink in for bethany. this wasn't what she wanted. esther was so eager to be rid of her that she sent her away to the first solution she could think of. she wasn't even important enough to actually fight for. and she allowed this for years, always telling herself never to add to the burden her family carried by having a mage in their house. and for years esther made her feel like she was a liability. like her existence was a constant problem that esther had to manage and solve. she spent so much of her life in constant petrified fear of the templars that she didn't even realize her own sister was just a templar without the armor. a cage with a loving warden is still a cage. and in the end it didn't even matter because she was taken from that gilded prison anyways, only now she was alone in a much darker one where her life must now be spent in the pursuit of killing and being killed. and she's ANGRY.

bethany only writes to esther once (☝️) just to tell her she survived and nothing more. and then there's that moment, in the middle of the qunari invasion, when esther and bethany reunite. and esther's so relieved to see her and she's talking a mile a minute because so much has happened since she left.

"i need to tell you about mother—"

"i know."

"...you don't care?"

"mother's dead. she won't come back if we just cry hard enough."

and then bethany just leaves her standing in the street and walks away without saying goodbye and esther is. stunned. and it hurts because she knows bethany's all she has left and she's so cold, she's never been this cold. she's the one that's supposed to be strong in the face of hardship, but bethany doesn't even look sad. she's changed. it's all her fault for letting her get hurt. she's failed her. just like carver and mother. she can't even be there for the last family she has left.

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

Madness and Evil is so Entertaining

Stephen Jay Morris

4/5/2025

©Scientific Morality

Let’s review, shall we? The chemical taxonomy of testosterone is C19 H20 O2. Why should you care what the formula is? Well, why not? The more you know, the more you can recognize the fallacies in magical thinking. For example, only violence can solve problems between rival tribes, so says God. If so, then where the fuck did King Solomon fit in the picture from the First Testament?!  I say that, in the Jewish Bible, God was an evil Lord. This gave Isreal permission to bomb innocent women and children in Gaza. And I heard that “God is love?” Whatever.

I was hoping that my left-wing contumacy would open up some minds. That’s the most I can hope for. Why did I mention the male hormone, testosterone? Because, in the superstitious mind, male personality traits come from God via a wave of his hand. But, no. Those traits come from the hormone, testosterone. All illusions of manhood and rugged individualism come from this bio-chemical.

The neo-masculinity movement out of the political right is religion-based. For decades now, commentators have been complaining about how effeminate men are. Most of the Aristocrats of the 18th Century wore powder wigs and high heeled shoes. This was nothing new. If you really investigated it, you’d know that conservatism originates from testosterone and liberalism emanates from estrogen, the female hormone. Compassion, love, peace, and charity are considered female traits, whereas war, law and order, money, football, police brutality, conformity, Authoritarianism, promiscuous sex, and masculinity are considered male. That is the source of the ideology, not commandments from a sky wizard.

 “Fear” is the perfect word for fascism. “The illegal aliens are coming to get you!  However, vote for us and we will protect you. We will protect you from woke and communism!”

 Racism is a byproduct of capitalism, as well as are sexism and ageism. One example of this is the success of the entertainment industry. For years now, the most popular movie genre has been “horror.” Why? Because violence and fear are excuses to live under a police state. Also, violence is macho. When you are in a state of terror, you are easy to control. In a movie theater, you cover your face when a serial killer appears on screen and slices off a hand with a rusty axe. It’s like riding a roller coaster at an amusement park: It’s okay to scream! Abusing women is the only way to control them. Violence solves everything. No, it doesn’t.

Americans love reading about true crime and mental illness. It’s so much fun. How about video games? Oh, by the way. Just because I have negative views on video games, it doesn’t mean I want to outlaw them. We all know that video games are marketed to adolescent males. They can be all about ancient warriors in outer space battling robots and monsters. Then, there are video games about war. The more people you kill, the more points you get. What effect will this have on young boys? Numbness to the victims of war and nonchalance about the enemies you kill. It’s all okay! You’re doing it for your country! If this is not conditioning young men to fight in war, then what good is it? To see how fast your reflexes are? Commoners like war because of the action;  Imperialists love war because it brings them more money.

I never liked violence as a child. I thought cartoon violence was stupid. Shit, I was only six years old! America loves violence because if a man can’t get laid, he kills for revenge.

Now on to my main subject: That homeomorphous commander-in-chief who belongs in a mental institution. You know, the tariff terrorist behind the Resolute Desk. Mentally ill victims who have been ignored for centuries, languish in various halfway houses throughout America. They are the lucky ones. The unlucky ones are the sons and daughters of the ruling class. They get groomed by societal leaders and owners of large corporations. Trump had a sociopathic dad who brain-washed him to be in the ownership class. After a time, Trump no longer wanted to be a real estate tycoon, so he became a reality TV host. When that career petered out, he ran for president. There has been much written about him. He uses people like Evangelicals, White Nationalists, the One Percent, and working-class whites. That latter group mystifies me. Do they suffer from willful ignorance, or are they merely enablers of a malignant narcissist?

You see, it’s not just politics, it’s abnormal psychology. Dig it!!!

[lo1k-diamonds]

Too Sweet 💜 Chapter 3 - But then you wake up for the sunrise

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x (f)reader

SUMMARY: Coming from unabashed wealth has its perks — like never having to lift a finger in your life. When that suddenly changes, you end up at a crossroads: how far will you go to have everything you want?

WORD COUNT: 8.9k

GENRE: Crossroad Demon AU (Sloth), smut, angst

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: implied trauma and abuse, including neglect growing up, unprotected sex, biting, pain mixing w/ pleasure, choking and breath play, anal play, degrading thoughts, nipple play, blowjob + face fucking, subspace and aftercare, crying, fighting

A.N. Getting attached to your demon comes with perks... and vulnerabilities. Here's to my favorite part 💜

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The high yet soothing ringing of the Tibetan Singing Bowl along with the water streaming down a gentle creek permeated your ears and all around you. You were lying face down on a massage table, naked with your hair carefully tied in a bun so your masseuse could spread the perfumed oils all over your back. As the wooden cushion striker rolled on the bowl to emit the healing verberations, you tried not to twist your nose at the recording of the rivulet. You supposed your money could get you anything but not a natural brook at that spa and resort you owned.

Your masseuse finished after removing the excess with a warm towel and bowed deeply before exiting the room. A moment later, the bowl stopped ringing as that person left as well, and you got up languidly. You let the towels that once covered you fall to the floor without much thought and reached for the warm robe waiting for you. This session had become something of a routine for you and as such, you knew exactly where to go to return to your suite up on the last floor.

You supposed you could just buy another spa and resort somewhere where there was a creek. Maybe in Tibet or Nepal; someplace untamed and breaming with healing energy. Not that it would solve anything, you mused as you got in the elevator. Those massages were good but they didn’t fix you and you didn’t believe a natural brook or even a monastery full of monks could help with that. You chuckled to yourself and brushed the bracelets around your wrists gently; you wondered how they would take the company if you ever engendered such a situation.

Truthfully, despite your searches, you were convinced that there was only one way to actually relax. To the best of your knowledge, there was no treatment or experience you hadn’t tried, and all they ever did was push the tension. You could feel it going from one corner to the other, one muscle to the next, tight within you without ever releasing. So far there had only been one way to accomplish that and you were starting to not care for any other way.

You thought getting high could have been a way but you wouldn’t make that mistake twice. After he had healed you a month back, you hadn’t touched anything but tobacco and alcohol. This was an accomplishment for you, but the real achievement was what you had found to replace your former addictions.

It started with touching your bracelets and wondering until you wished him to your presence and were startled when he came. You still remembered his piercing eyes just staring from across your suite, wondering why you would have called him when you had nothing you could possibly want.

Nothing except for him.

“I need a private jet,” you had pouted, unable to look away from him. As usual, he was all in black, looking like an executive about to have a neat whisky and fuck his secretary senseless. 

The way his black shirt stretched when he chuckled and shrugged entranced you. “You have endless money, just buy one.”

“But I don’t have endless time,” you rebutted, a sly smile ebbing as you congratulated yourself for thinking so fast on your feet. “Buying takes time, asking you is way faster.”

His eyes squinted ever so slightly as if seeing through you, “Even if it costs you?”

You grinned, “It’s a fine balance.”

He had said nothing, only stood there looking at you, but you were daring. You walked up to him, gave him a cheeky nod, and got on your tiptoes to kiss him, just like you had days before to be healed of your addictions. Your heartbeat was now as strong as then, and while you were unsure whether the warm buzz in your bones was from the excitement or the expense, you couldn’t help the fluttering inside your chest. Because he didn’t push you back, nor did he break up your kiss.

Your phone started ringing and so you parted ways yourself, only to be told that the jet purchase had finally gone through and everything had been handled. You had laughed then and thrown your arms around his neck to kiss him again, and that was the beginning.

At first, you asked for simple things, most of which just filled you with curiosity: a secret, the answer to a current dilemma, the draft or script of a book or play you wanted to have access to beforehand. Every time you would use your time as an excuse, knowing very well that by doing so, it was only making it even shorter. Yet you did it with a wide smile because it earned you a kiss every time, sometimes even more than one, until it led to the real high you craved ever since you met him.

“You’re keeping tabs, right?” You would joke immediately, before he was even soft inside you, the sting still on your asscheeks as he rolled his eyes and moved away.

Regardless of his demeanor, he’d always show, take your kiss, and deliver. And all you could do was laugh and sigh because nothing compared to that. The thrill, the victory, the validation, the sleep — everything that came with him gave flare to your existence, and nothing compared.

You strutted across your suite to your bedroom, taking a deep comforting breath. You drew the black curtains to your luxurious bedroom and opened the windows to let the warm summer breeze invade the space. Your lips twitched in a mischievous smile at the thought of screeching at the top of your lungs for the whole building to hear.

You let the robe pool on the floor before you got on the bed. You took a deep breath and bent down in a downward dog pose, stretching yourself to retain a semblance of relaxation and maybe warm up a bit. After a couple of long breaths, you lowered to your forearms before collapsing your chest and knees into a puppy pose. That was when your neck finally stretched the way you liked, and when you brushed the bracelets around your wrists with a deep desire.

“What the fuck do you want this time?”

A shiver ran up your spine, mixing with the breeze puckering your skin. Your eyes were closed but you could just imagine the scene: you, with your hair up in a bun naked over the black silk sheets with your ass up while your chest pressed to the mattress, and him, behind you with a privileged view of exactly how ready you were for him.

“What are you doing, kitten?”

“Stretching,” you voiced calmly, resisting wiggling your ass. Teasing him was a tricky game; you couldn’t risk him leaving. Even if he never had without hearing you out first, you didn’t want it to ever happen. “And waiting.”

Silence stretched aside from the breeze billowing the curtains, but you didn’t break form to turn and see. You were confident he had his eyes on you just by the way your guts started slowly churning.

“Come on,” you beckoned, voice low and seductive. “Come make me feel—”

A whimper cut you off and blended with your smugness quickly. 

Good.

You didn’t need to ask anymore; it was as if he could read your thoughts. That had to be why he was pushing a finger inside you crudely, unbothered by how unprepared you were. 

Maybe because he knew how ready you already were. “Again?”

A quiet whine left your lips as they parted, “I want to relax.”

You just knew he could feel it — the way your muscles were relaxing as though a wave was washing over them. Inch by inch, from your core to your extremities — decompressing, releasing your tension slowly as he probed your wet hole with a single finger.

“Time… is ticking,” he said calmly and you cried, toes curling with how utterly surrendered you were. He had pushed in another finger almost hiddenly until he parted them inside you to grossly stretch you. “And you still haven't lifted a finger.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks with your moan, forcing you to grab the sheets as you hid your face. It was extremely difficult to acknowledge a word he was saying when both your mind and body were screaming for pleasure.

“You speak— as though— I have no time,” your voice thinned with every movement of his fingers with your nails gripping onto the sheets.

“It’s not that you have no time,” he acceded calmly despite your loud and long outcry — he was pushing his fingers into your wet walls until you were almost curling and breaking position. “It’s that you don’t value the time you do have.”

You were starting to sweat; both the physical effort and his fingers pressing a familiar spot inside you were creating an uncontrollable fire in your gut. You parted your lips and only a breath made it out as you shut your eyes and let the blazing wave engulf you. It was easy to become adrift with the sensations, but the threat of his receding fingers pushed you to speak.

“I value it. I value it so much—” He pressed harder, maybe to break you, and you moaned, bucking your hips to both alleviate and intensify the feeling.

He hummed, “Maybe.”

You didn’t answer because you could feel the switch in his tone. It had happened before, in other encounters you two had, and it lit up a secret flame inside you. His free hand groped the swell of your ass, squeezing it roughly as you burned from his touch, his eyes, and his ministrations. You had noticed it before and you suspected it was the reason you got away with it — he wanted you. You couldn’t quite pin down why it was that he didn’t turn his back on you or that he gave you what you wanted each time, but you had the theory that he wanted it just as much. That somehow, you did something for him too. You didn’t know if it was because he got a bit of your soul every time, because you were bratty, or just because he wanted to fuck you, but you enjoyed it either way.

You let a pleasure wave shake you as you bit on your lower lip; his fingers stretching you, pressing squelching sounds out of you could only mean he was preparing you, and the thought alone melted you. That was until his fingers twisted inside you and you felt something change on the outside and press your puckered hole.

You whimpered, both wanting whatever would come next and bordering overstimulation when his thumb pressed and got in. You immediately tightened as much as possible on a reflex and he actively bypassed your efforts by pushing in roughly. His thumb settled inside up to the node all while his other fingers curled and pressed on your walls, making you jolt. You wiggled, wanting to escape only for him to slide in and out with every movement. He ended up deeper than before and you cried out with the pressure sparking pleasure that had you throbbing in a vicious cycle.

Your eyes were shut and your nerve endings were on fire as your body utterly relaxed under his touch, “Please.”

You didn’t know what you were asking for, if anything for him to continue, maybe for him to even ruin you. And as always, he seemed to read your mind.

You felt something wet and cold drip down on your ass, going around his finger only for him to take it and press it in. The sensation unnerved you and had you jolting forward despite the odd angle on your neck, but he didn’t let you go far. He gripped your hair bun with his free hand and forced you to get on your forearms and fall back into him, and that drew a guttural moan out of you.

His thumb was all the way inside you, but the rest of his hand was replaced by his cock. It was the only thing that could push into you, stretch you so painfully well in its entirety until he was tucked to the hilt. You had tears in your eyes and whimpered when he swelled inside you, purposefully pressing to your cervix so you knew what would come. And you knew and still wanted it even if you’d cry the whole time. Though you suspected you wouldn't. It turned out you loved the sting and the way you felt full and relaxed under his touch.

You were so at ease you were spasming around his dick, sighing with his grip on your hair that was keeping your back taut, and maybe he didn’t like that. He let your hair go and you didn’t slack off, but he still smacked your ass so strongly it echoed in the room. It sparked a whiny moan as the pleasure shot through you, and again and again with every hit. Your hips swung to tease him, ask for more, ablate the sting, and feel him even deeper, and he kept going. He pushed you to euphoric levels as you fucked yourself on him; it was paradise.

“Is this what you wanted, kitten?”

A laugh bubbled out of you before you could think — yes, yes it was. But as you moaned and kept going, despite the respite from his slaps, you thought you could push him a little.

“Actually— I wanted a mirror as the head of the bed or— to cover the wall— right there, you see?”

You tried raising a finger and pointing at the wall above the headboard but it fell quickly. He had snapped his hips into you as if he wanted to push your soul out, imposing the rhythm he wanted. You fought the urge to curl onto yourself, so melted by the impact of every thrust, that you couldn’t find your form. Not until he pulled you by the hair to meet his thrusts viciously, pulling your head up simultaneously.

Your eyes crossed in the mirror in front of you and your senses jolted awake. The head of the bed was now just a mirror from the mattress to the ceiling letting you see everything: you on all fours with your tits bouncing with every plunge, your red asscheeks, your hair in a ball inside his fist, his other hand busy with what you guessed was a full thumb inside your asshole, him fully clothed in black, snapping his hips to your hips to drive you nuts, and finally his eyes.

His dark piercing eyes locked with yours and they caught your insides on fire. You weren’t just a secretary he was fucking senseless, you were so much less. You were not worth getting his clothes off for, nor had a worthwhile touch. You were a body with a set of holes that he wanted to use, to make gush, and it twisted your guts, the wet sounds superposing almost to the slap of his hips. The hunger inside you to become more while knowing that he was fucking you because he wanted to use you, no matter how worthless you were, almost drew you to your peak but you waited. You waited, with eyes never parting from his through the mirror, for him to deny it, enforce it, or do something. 

Yet all he did was feed into that perversity, “Fucking greedy cunt.”

You clenched and you could have laughed if he wasn’t so deep inside you, stretching you to the point you couldn’t articulate, let alone react. Whether he was calling you a cunt or saying your core was greedy for his cock, you loved it — both were true.

You arched your back even more for him, needing to feel him kissing your sensitive cervix. It shook you with the sting of every poke, but then you stopped breathing. You stood still, letting him rut into you. He fucked you, not desperately, but without hesitation, with sweat dripping down his neck as his Adam's apple bobbed. He used you and abused you but he was right there for you.

You whimpered and got your hand to rub your clit as soon as possible before that wave could wane, and it crashed. You cried your pleasure as if you had to proclaim it to the world, with a particular pitch to account for the stinging, only to feel his hips stuttering. Your eyes shot open so you could see his squinting, focused on himself disappearing between your ass cheeks until he shot his load inside you with a groan.

Your lips curved in a smile, pleased with the way you milked him right. You sighed, letting your face hit the mattress with the relaxation finally settling, even as his cum started to drip down your thighs.

You felt him move a little but didn’t bother thinking about it. Only when something touched your lips did you open your eyes quizically. His fingers were wet with a white fluid and you stuck your tongue out immediately, inviting him inside your mouth. 

You moaned and clenched around his cock and thumb still inside you. The taste of your cums together was a unique type of drug that left you breathless and stupid on the spot. You suckled on his fingers, moaning the dopamine discharge lighting up your brain until he pulled away, and you whimpered. But not too much; you sighed to yourself. He’d keep on feeding you that unique blend — you trusted him.

“Was that all you wanted?”

You chuckled, “No.”

He cursed and rolled over; in a flash, you were lying with your back over his chest. Your ass was stretched and would slowly shrink back to normal, but his hard dick was still inside you. You chuckled as he heaved a deep breath, crossing his arms behind his head. You didn’t move a muscle.

“What is it this time?”

You pressed your lips, “Well, I was thinking about… an exotic place. An untamed, brimming with energy place. With a creek. You could get it for me.” He was silent behind you but you could feel him breathing. You chuckled, “Bonus points if it comes with a monastery full of monks.”

You jolted with the piercing pain of him pinching your nipples. You reached for his hands to incentivize him to loosen the squeeze, but he didn’t let up at all.

“Why would you need that?”

His voice was rougher and you imagined there was a hint of annoyance with your suggestion. You laughed quietly and he pinched harder, making a cold torrent tase you from head to toe. You held on to his wrists and pressed your heels to the mattress, but otherwise stayed absolutely still.

“For my meditation and healing.”

“You have money; just buy a place like that.”

“Can you imagine how long that will take? It took centuries with the jet, imagine in a foreign place like that?” You were pouting, “You can do that for me.”

One hand of his let go and you sighed and squirmed, thinking he was warming up to you. Only said hand wrapped around your throat, jolting you to press even more into him. You were even more vulnerable.

“Thought you said you valued your time.”

“And I do,” you rasped, heart beating with adrenaline. Your core throbbed around him in reaction, and you closed your eyes. He was so hard inside you. The way he was keeping you from riding him was such an unspeakable waste. “Can’t you tell?”

You tried rolling your hips and he pulled you by the neck harder, stretching you til your vertebrae popped. His hand pinched around your tits before he sank his teeth into your neck, making you writhe and moan uncontrollably. You were at the edge again, overwhelmed, unable to relax and release unless he guided you there.

He started moving and you sighed, fusing back into him without a trace of resistance. He had parted his legs and taken support on the mattress to swing his hips to fuck you slowly, stealing your breath away. You could only stay in place, whimpering and crying out your delight as he used you to his liking.

Even as he sped up, turning your insides to mush, you were still curious. Your wetness and his cum were dripping down your ass and you were burning with the lack of oxygen. The way his teeth were sinking into your skin had you gritting your teeth, and bliss was a moment away. But you wanted to feel it for yourself.

You let go of his wrist and traced down your body all the way to your core, touching lightly around your entrance only to quiver. Fuck, was he big and hard, no wonder you were burning so finely under his stretch. You moaned, both from the feeling of him pistoning inside you and the wet thick length brushing your fingers to use you, until his hand caught your attention. His fingers sank under your jawline just a bit to coax you to look up, and you gasped.

Above you, the ceiling had become a mirror and the view was breathtaking. Your sweaty and abused body was red and glowing, but what destroyed you was him. The sight of his cock ramming into your messy folds, glistening with every stab, and of his dark eyes set on you as he bit down your neck, not letting go of you, pushing you to your finish line. 

He saw it and acted on it, and you thought maybe it was the plan all along. The hand squeezing your nipple was over your clit in a second, rubbing it perfectly and with every thrust a little more, until he let the blood flood through your brain again. You burst like a firework, arching even more into him. His teeth sank deeper, as did his cock, and his fingers kept you cumming. You trashed your legs, seeing white with such bliss, unable to come down for a while.

By then, he was licking your neck, stuffed inside you to keep his cum in while he took whiffs of your sugary white raspberry scent. You could have mentioned it or thought about it, but the lethargy spreading across your body didn’t let you.

You were ready to fall asleep when he moved to have you look up at him. He was sweaty and beautiful, with an intense gaze that gave you goosebumps. His eyebrow twitched and you sighed.

“I take it back.”

Your eyes were heavy so you didn’t catch the curve on the corner of his lips, “Good girl.”

Your haze was imposing but something perked your attention, making it impossible to fade into unconsciousness. His arms were keeping you above him, and he wasn’t leaving. You were normally too exhausted to even think and would wake up in to empty room, so you didn’t know what happened immediately after. You always assumed he just vanished without glancing twice but he was still there this time, with his arms around you. 

You didn’t want to miss the opportunity. You sighed, “How did you… end up like this?” You were mumbling, fighting sleep. He stayed quiet and immobile, but you could hear him breathe near your forehead. “Were you… born one?”

You finally felt him shifting a bit under you, though his arms stayed firm, keeping you in place. “One?”

Your lips trembled before you whispered, “Demon.”

You were fearful but he chuckled, “I was born one; we all are. Reborn one,” he admitted and you furrowed your brow ever so slightly despite your closed eyes. 

“How?” You breathed. It could be a dream.

“How…” 

You didn’t dare open your eyes and break that spell; you imagined he was thinking, his mind wandering off.

“I made a deal, same as you, a long time ago.”

“How long ago?”

“I don’t know,” he smirked and shrugged. “Time has different meanings in different places.”

“Sounds interesting,” you cooed before nibbling on your lip. Your heart was beating fast with the thrill of that simple exchange.

It shook even more with his quiet laugh near your ear, “That’s because you’re ignoring the obvious.” His voice lost humour and you could imagine the detached eyes looking down at you. “None of this is good.”

You opened your eyes instantly, eager to catch that spark before it could vanish. His sharp eyes were set on yours and you almost wavered, but he had you. He was showing and saying more than ever before and for the first time in months it felt like you could have a conversation.

“How can it not be good,” you whispered, eyeing the straight line of his lips. “When it helped me so much?”

The line showed apprehension, “Are you sure it did?”

You almost scoffed, “Absolutely certain. No one has ever been so kind to me.”

“This isn’t kindness.”

You started laughing, despite your best efforts. Even though his demeanor screamed severity and his eyes showed sternness, you just couldn’t help yourself. Your laugh wasn’t mocking, it was almost jolly.

You cuddled more into his embrace, “It is. What? You’re toying with me? Of course you are, everyone is,” you shrugged, pulling his arms more around you. “It’s all everyone has ever done. Toy and use. You’re no different, but you are.” You paused, trying to put into words the nuance you had experienced only with him. “‘Cause at least you give me something in return. You’re the only one that has ever given me something in return.”

Your eyes lowered with the scattered recollections of what you had once sought to forget, but quickly they were back up. Your heart shook with what they found — there was a hint of emotion on an otherwise objective and unphased marble expression. At that moment, you were certain that your connection was not imagined.

“What was your deal?”

He didn’t even blink but you stayed put, still calm and relaxed, not just from your previous activities, but also because you were still together.

“What did you sell your soul for?”

Your insistence tipped the scales somehow because he sighed, “A way out. A way to leave and live out my dreams.”

Your eyebrows twitched curiously, “Did it work?”

He smirked and you finally saw a trace of emotions behind his eyes, “Yeah, but not really. That’s why details matter.”

Come now, kitten.

His entrancing voice still enchanted your spirit to this day. You nodded, “You didn’t know what you wanted and just said a way out?”

“I knew what I wanted,” he said, shifting under you but not with discomfort. He sounded assertive and you had a hunch that he was proud of himself. Your eyebrows twitched quizzically and he continued, “I wanted to be a musician, but I didn’t know what that meant.”

Your expression soured as your eyes lowered and you gave him a detached nod. 

Your mind was about to pull you into the very dread you had been running from for years when he said, “It was my fault.”

You frowned, looking for the reason why he was telling you this. 

The subtlest line sunk between his eyebrows, “I let myself go down that road. Others might have pushed or joined me along, but it was my life. My decision.”

You wondered then for the first time, with seriousness, if he could read your mind. Could he know your secrets? What you had been through? What you once dreamed and how it had all turned to shambles?

You pursed your lips, denying that idea. No matter how well he fucked you, that was probably impossible. Besides, it wasn’t your fault. What had happened to you, regardless of your stupidity, was not your fault. Whatever he was talking about, it was certainly only about himself.

Which made you wonder, “Is that why you keep telling me to figure myself out?”

He didn’t answer, he only clenched his jaw.

You sighed as you glanced up at the ceiling from your black silked bed. You were feeling down today and not even peeking up cheered you up. The mirrors were gone, sadly, so you could only remember how good it had been to feel him and talk to him right there, on your bed.

It had been months since you last asked for him; way more than you would have liked. It was your own doing, however. You were the one who decided to not call him so soon and actually try to do something with yourself. It turned out that it was easier said than done. There was only one thing your soul ever sought doing and you avoided it like the devil would a cross. Because of this, you were aimless and the temptation to feed your mind something else so you’d stop ruminating on old thoughts and pains was becoming hard to resist.

You missed the validation. You thought of your parents and the very little they had done for you in that regard, and it irritated you. They were something else you should avoid thinking at all costs for your well-being, and yet now that they popped up, you were annoyed. And since you couldn’t and wouldn’t ever get their validation, you thought of the one you did get.

Without words, just demonstrations — he had always shown up for you. He disagreed with your lifestyle and thought your wishes were futile and shallow, but still showed up every time. The last time had been the closest you had felt to being cared for, even though your storylines didn’t match completely. But they didn’t have to — he showed it in the way that he cared enough to prevent you from losing yet another piece of your soul. And you needed to feel that again.

You brushed your bracelets and heard a voice before your fingers lost contact, “Really?”

You sat up with giddiness, as if he had just surprised you, then got up and across the bedroom to reach him.

“What could you possibly want this time?”

There was a hint of exasperation but it didn’t phase you, “Is this really you?” You were inquisitive as you neared him, eying him from top to bottom. His typical black suit always made him look refined and now his hair was a bit longer, kept tucked behind his pierced ears. “Or is this something you show to me? Like a mask?”

You stopped in front of him and he chuckled, “Does it bother you?”

“Fuck no,” you scoffed. What kind of question was that? “It pleases me a lot. Hence, why I’d like it to be real.”

“This is the real me. I can change it but,” he shrugged and you raised your hands to cup his cheeks.

“Don’t change it, I fucking adore it.”

You pressed your lips to his and thought nothing of the way he took a second to kiss you back. It had happened before and you were just too eager to think twice. Just seeing him awakened you, talking sparked your interest, and brushing your lips together shot you up into the clouds. His taste inebriated you and the more his tongue pressed the exchange, the more the desire lit up inside you.

You buried your fingers in his hair and he reciprocated, pressing you close until your feet stopped touching the ground. He carried you back toward the bed and you sighed into his kiss — validated a hundred times over.

So when your calves touched the bed, you broke the kiss and gave him one look before switching places with him. You fell to your knees and searched for the black trousers’ zipper and bit your lip when you found it. Despite previous failed attempts at taking charge, you were pleased that he was letting you get on with it, feeding that flame within you.

You could have made it hot and slow by undressing him, pumping him softly until you closed your grip, licking softly around his sensitive balls, and maybe even nibbling on his thighs before flicking your tongue up his shaft and suckling on the tip. But you couldn’t be bothered to play it slowly when you had nearly obsessed about what he would taste like without your cum’s interference. He liked to give you that particular taste, like a last high before you fell asleep, but you had wondered how it would be if it was just him. And now you were about to find out.

You were happily getting his hard dick out and watering at the sight with your tongue sticking out when a strong grip by your hair roots stilled you in place. You looked up, batting your eyelashes innocently and quizically only to notice a hint of annoyance pulling his lip. You didn’t wonder if he wanted to stop — you knew he liked being with you and enjoyed your times together. Whatever it was, it was preventing you both from finding enjoyment in each other and you didn’t want that.

You gave him a nod and a smile, hoping he could read in your eyes how much you wanted this. You didn’t want to just fuck this time around. It wasn’t even just about learning his taste, it was so much more than that.

He released the grip on your hair and you knew that he was, as always, letting you do what you wanted. It was frankly refreshing. You set your eyes on his furiously red cock pointing at your face and nodded to yourself. For all the demon talk and lore you found online, one of the things that seemed real was that he was always honest with you. He never forced you into things, if anything he even pushed you to do better and have better. It just made you burn inside and want to give him everything even more.

And today that meant pressing your lips to the tip of his cock right before you let the hot plush skin part your mouth into an o. You knew, as you lowered your head, that you’d never take him fully. You didn’t even think you could get too much in without choking too soon because of how thick he was. But none of that was an issue for quite a few reasons: you were going to enjoy yourself and do whatever you liked, you’d look and feel hot doing it, you’d make him feel good partially just on those simple truths, and finally, he could always just use you.

You moaned with his cock sliding inside your mouth at the pace of your choosing and his grip around your hair tightened. Your tongue lapped at his tip, searching for his taste and having no qualms about getting it out of him with a bit of pressure. Your hallowed cheeks created a vacuum for just a second, yet he groaned and you tried again. His taste hit you with the force of a thousand flavors and your mouth slacked. You moaned deeply, your mind floored and overwhelmed with the sweet richness searing into your taste buds, and you drooled. Your spit was flowing down his shaft, dripping down his balls in a testament to how far gone you were. Until his nails sank into your scalp and he groaned.

That was when you tauted your lips again and decided that if his precum was a nectar, then his cum would be like an elixir from the gods and you had to have it. You cupped and caressed his balls as you got accustomed to his girth stretching your lips, tentatively sliding up and down to see how he’d react. 

You were clenching around nothing, lewdly drooling and moaning over his cock as if you had reached an oasis, but his groans got to you. They sent shivers down your spine and puckered your skin down your nape as he gripped your hair tighter without ever forcing your head. It made you only want to work harder and as you got ready with a deep breath, instantly the musky scent added to the sweetness in your mouth. It lit up your brain like a Christmas tree, twinkling with every drop of precum dissolving on your tongue, and you whimpered.

After that, things became messy. Your hands favored his round asscheeks to press him closer as you sought to have as much of him as possible. You pressed him in so hard, trying to swallow him whole, but that just wouldn’t be possible. Even then, you angled your head better, slid lower, and took him deeper, again and again with masterful control of your breath and his thrusts.

At first, you wanted to please him, but the more the idea of him using you resurged, the more you found yourself hoping he’d grip you and fuck your throat numb. You had no idea where all that unrestrained hunger came from but you weren’t sure you had ever been like that with anyone else. With him, your emotions were raw while he reached within you deeply, poking a nerve that you didn’t think anyone had access to. You craved his unrestrained care and attention, even if it bled, because at least he would come back for you. He’d hold you to sleep and come back every time.

You looked up with watering eyes to find him looking at you. His gaze was intense, completely focused on you with his lips slightly parted. A thin shin of sweat was making his forehead and neck glisten and it tightened you up even more. You wanted that m— that demon, or whatever he was. You didn’t care if you’d burn in hell for it — it was worth it to feel alive and real.

You whimpered and pressed him into your face harder and wished with your whole soul that he knew what you wanted. His nails grazing your skin made you look up and you blinked at him almost pleadingly. A low growl passed through his gritted teeth and a moment later you saw white.

You knew pain didn’t work for you the same way as it did for others, especially when sex was involved. You also knew because of him that lack of oxygen was a powerful catalyst for you and that most importantly, you were safe with him. You could have wondered why but it never occurred to you, the same way there was no point in questioning why water is wet and the sunlight is yellow. All you knew was that you were safe to feel the sting, the roughness, his scent mixed with the sweat and sheer sex aroma all around you, the sweetness of his precum mixed with the salt of your tears, everything in a whirlwind that swept you off your feet, beyond getting you to your knees. And when he finally came, it propelled you into bliss.

You moaned around him, trying to swallow every drop of his release as though you were a woman starved for a week. The more you quaffed, the more you craved, drinking until you almost choked. He pulled you back by the hair to release his cock and beyond his cum trickling down your chin, you realized you were moaning. Your mind was lit up like a billboard sign and it took you a beat to recognize that you were spasming around nothing, worn out on both ends from his release and yours.

You were taking deep breaths to rebalance yourself when they somehow became shaky. He pulled you up by the hands and you did as instructed, unable to control the trembles and sobs now shaking you.

He observed you, sliding his hands on the sides of your neck under your long strands of hair only to grab you there and press his fingers into your skin. It felt surprisingly soothing and tears started flowing from your eyes. You could only stare at him, without a thought that could justify this until he leaned in to kiss you. Then your breath hiccuped and you squeezed your eyes shut, letting the tears fall with that deep emotion. He could probably taste himself in your mouth, his cum was still on your chin, and yet he licked your lips and pushed inside your mouth without reservations. His lack of hesitation shook you and had you reaching to grab him close. You felt as though you were a ball of wool of which he had finally found the loose thread, only to pull it and watch it unravel. 

You didn’t stop crying, however, despite not realizing exactly why. You were ready to clean your face and step away, but as soon as your mouths parted, he was already sweeping you off your feet. You were in no condition to complain so all you did was hold on to his neck and let him carry you.

He had been there so many times but never to your ensuite bathroom. Still, he acted like he had been there a thousand times. He started the water to fill your bathtub with one hand before setting your feet down on the floor. He gently took your silk pajamas off as the water slowly pooled in your big tub. You watched him and let him, seeing him brush the strips down your arms and pull your shorts along with it. Your nudity didn’t bother you or him as he made sure to put everything away before he grabbed you once more and gently laid you inside the rising bath.

You didn’t let go of his hand, your heart was scared of him abandoning you. Instantly, you recognized that maybe that wasn’t the best course of action, but he surprised you. He crouched to your eye level and squeezed your hand, and you settled. You trusted him — that was the absolute truth.

You leaned back and let the warm water envelop you as he reached to grab oils and petals from the nearby counter. Your eyes were becoming heavy with the lull of the perfumes and dripping water, and when you opened them again, he was getting naked. Despite your lethargy, your heart still jumped at the sight and the implication. He did it slowly, or maybe your mind was just sluggish. You wondered why he didn’t just snap his fingers to get naked, but then you almost chuckled at the silliness of your thoughts.

The bathtub was big and could even fit three people if needed. You didn’t mind sharing it and didn’t expect what he did next — he reached around you and hugged you to him. Your last sob exited your lips then, only soothing deep breaths following suit. You were safe and you finally drifted asleep.

You inhaled a sharp breath when you woke up, startled to be immersed in water only to look up to your side with a dropped chin. He was still there, his arms keeping you firmly in place against his soft chest under your ear. He glanced at you, with your glistening sleepy eyes and puffy cheeks.

Then he raised a hand and rubbed your chin.

You blushed, still dazed not only by your nap, but by the whole situation. Was he wiping drool off your chin?

“You never told me what it was that you needed.”

His voice rasped quietly, yet your heart picked it up as if he had screamed it atop his lungs. It shook you unbearably, adding to your flushing cheeks that you pressed hastily. Water splashed lightly on your heated face and you swallowed. You never told him because… there was nothing you wanted. You only wanted to see him and be with him.

Shit.

You couldn’t possibly tell him that.

“I… wanted… a new phone,” you said slowly before chuckling and rubbing your face a bit more.

“A phone?”

His tone was dry but you were too busy making up something to notice, “Yeah, Apple has this new upcoming—”

He got up from the water, the sudden splashing cutting you off as you watched him go. The corners of your lips pulled; you couldn’t hide the sadness — you hadn’t even enjoyed that moment properly.

He gripped his hair for a second before facing you, “Why can’t you see further than this junk?”

You frowned, a bit confused, “What junk?”

“All of it,” he almost hissed, disgust clear on his features. “A jet, a building, money— I get it. You need comfort, sure, but a phone? Fuck! Why are you wasting your life away on junk?”

As he talked, you sat up straight until your lips pulled in a scowl, “Waste? Yeah, right.”

You got up, ignoring the dizziness, and stepped out carefully to reach for a towel. His eyes were so intense they could have been marking you like a branding iron.

You couldn’t have imagined how furious you were making him, “Yes, waste! You have time. Don’t you want to do something with it?”

You wrapped yourself in a towel and laughed, “Not all of us are meant to amount to something.”

He snickered, “Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, not all of you have everything money can buy, safety, and health,” he pointed out gravely and you raised your chin. 

“It doesn't matter.”

“No?” He sneered.

“No,” you said, dryly and confidently. “When you’re proud of nothing, attached to nothing, and have no meaning… you lose purpose.”

His expression softened for the first time and you looked away. You were not afraid to tell him what you felt deep down, but you were conscious about him seeing your demons. By the look on his face, you wondered if he had all along.

“You have things you’re passionate about,” he voiced simply, all anger gone.

Your mouth filled with bile, “No. I tried,” you admitted bitterly, crossing your arms over your chest. “It was maybe the only thing I tried doing for myself aside from summoning you. My parents didn’t approve. A music career is not exactly at the level of an Ivy League degree,” you smirked, shaking your head at the memory of that fight. “I thought I could prove them wrong. I thought I could become a big shot, with or without their support. I couldn't.”

You stopped talking; a huge lump in your throat was filling your eyes with tears. The memories you would like to forget were resurfacing and you hugged yourself. You could have asked for him to take them away… but you didn’t.

“They hurt you.”

You looked at him and your eyes filled to the brim. Yet you chuckled, “Isn’t that what everyone does? Use and abuse?” You rubbed your face harshly before you could break, “Isn’t that what you experienced as well?”

“Yes, but that was not what ruined me.”

You overlooked the surprise at the fact that he answered you and that you were even having this conversation. “What was?”

“Drugs and alcohol.”

You chuckled and nodded; those had been your escape and they certainly made you pliable, stupid, and vulnerable.

“But you… You’ve given up before trying.”

His voice was the gentlest you had ever heard from him but you still frowned, “I tried.” 

Your anguish was threatening to asphyxiate you, but he added, “And gave up.”

You grimaced, you couldn’t breathe, “You have no idea—”

A sob cut you off and you trembled with the unspoken agitation repressed deep inside you.

He nodded, “I know. I know it broke you, but don’t let it. You’re not defined by how a few assholes treated you in the past. You’re more than other’s opinions, more than a period you’re not proud of, more than any addiction.”

You gritted your teeth so hard as he spoke that they clicked, “How would you know that?”

“You sold your soul to me,” he said calmly, eyeing your trembling figure knowingly. “What do you think I bought?”

You quivered under his gaze and wiped your cheek off the runaway tears. Beyond the turmoil that topic created inside you, you were aware of what he was saying. Aware that he knew you inside and out, that he would own you, and that he wouldn’t have this conversation if he didn’t see more for you. But you couldn’t have hope, you couldn’t believe it. It would shatter you if you did and you weren’t ready — you had just found such a precarious balance. You couldn’t unravel and let it all go to waste.

“If not a phone, then I have another request,” your voice cracked but in a second your eyes were void of emotion as your features stiffened. You couldn’t grasp how far he could see inside you, or how much he knew you, but as he straightened his shoulders, you assumed it was a lot. He knew of your nightmares extensively, so when the thought came to your mind, he knew you meant it. His cold eyes told you he knew what it was before you opened your mouth, “I want my parents to suffer.”

As soon as you said it, anger shook your balling fists. You let yourself blame them, hate them for your circumstances, for your story, for your pain. You never asked to be born. Was it so hard to support their only daughter in this hell of a world? If they had been there—

“Destroy their estate.” You said with a stiff jaw, remembering the number of times they had chosen work over you. Every time you had gone to them to be dismissed, every time you tried voicing a dream and were laughed at, and every time after that they just let you do shit freely. “It’s time they lose the only thing they care about.”

“They care about you.”

“They threw me away,” you countered with venomous eyes.

“Maybe they didn’t expect you to summon a demon and have all of your problems swept away…” he leaned back against the sink; his air of nonchalance didn’t soothe you one bit.

You were already triggered, “They didn’t expect it?” A sardonic laugh passed your lips, “Sure, I guess they didn’t. So isn’t it weird they didn’t contact me all this time?”

“Maybe they don’t know how to.”

“They just have to fucking google my name!” You exploded, throwing your fists in the air. “They don’t do it because they don’t care!”

“Or maybe because you wouldn’t welcome them.”

Your fists fell numb beside your legs and you eyed him with bloodshot eyes. He was a demon; maybe this was part of the torture. “I wouldn’t, but it shouldn’t matter. You think they should only reach out on the premise they can be white knights and save my pathetic life? No. Caring about someone is—” Your voice shook, realizing what you were about to say to the very demon that taught you that. He waited for you to finish speaking your mind. “Letting them live on their own terms. Helping them go through it, maybe preventing them from making some shitty decisions, but sticking by them regardless because—”

Tears streamed down your face and you had to turn around. You couldn’t say those things to his face, you were afraid he’d see through you. See who you were thinking about.

You sniffled and wiped your face before turning again, “They should care. Whether I’m fucked, alive or dead, they should fucking care and they don’t.”

He took a second to consider what you said, or maybe he was just giving you time to calm down. “Caring isn’t only shown by reaching out. People make mistakes in trying to demonstrate their feelings, especially when they’re hurt and desperate.”

His dark eyes were piercing you to your soul and your tears overflowed again. You smirked for a moment before hiding your face to clean them again. This bastard was not going to make it any easier for you.

“They had my whole life to show they cared. Instead, they left me alone.”

“Why were you alone?”

You blinked your heavy and wet lashes with the memory of being shooed away. Your mother was lying on a bed with lines attached to her and with people in white coats all around her.

“My mom was sick for a long time,” you remembered. “She… she couldn’t have more children.”

You looked down; your stupidity echoed behind your eyelids.

Maybe you should have had more kids.

You heaved a deep breath and rubbed your eyes. What a dick you were. It didn’t matter that you were high, you were such an asshole. They had been bastards too for staying absent your whole life, and you guessed the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Maybe more kids would have meant you wouldn't be the only one screwed up. You chuckled, that might have been better.

You looked up at him and wondered if things could have been different. If you had summoned him earlier, you could have wished for your mother to be healthy. Maybe that would have changed everything.

His impenetrable eyes didn’t blink once while you considered all this, and you looked down again. You wouldn’t have ever been at a crossroads selling your soul if things hadn’t gotten so shitty. There was nothing you could do about that now.

“Not their entire estate. Just— A branch of the family business.”

“It will cost you.”

You nodded, “It should.”

He sighed, “I’ll see what I can do.”

[physics-of-one-piece]

All these asks make me want to talk about Doffy.

So let me tell you about Celestial Dragon Doffy.

First of all, let me make ☝🏻 one thing perfectly clear.

THAT FUCKER WOULD GET ME.

I'm actually ashamed how quick that particular Doffy would get me. He would trick me really easily, I'm ashamed to admit how easy it would be for him than say Canon Doffy. Canon Doffy, he a pirate. Immediatelly wary of that.

But CD! Doffy. I would underestimate him bcs come on, what can a Celestial Dragon do even if he seems like a normal guy 🤣 And I would severely regret it.

Somehow, CD! Doffy seems like he'd be the best at the manipulation & pretending he's a good guy but also using that "Celestial Dragon power" he has at his disposal.

I also remember how Oda said in the most recent interview with Iñaki: "adulthood is tough. We sorta lose our carefreeness/freedom we had as kids when we get a job." I actually felt kinda sad Oda saw adulthood like that bcs those responsibilities/jobs open the doors for hobbies and doing what you want bcs you have your own money - things you couldn't do because you were a kid and didn't have your own money - and having responsibilities helps you grow as a person, your mind gets sharper, especially problem solving, but... I digress. Difference of opinion and all, and probably bcs the poor guy works seven days a week drawing this incredible manga - yeah I'd feel the same as him if I did that too.

And it got me thinking. Luffy isn't the only one that is childlike and free and does whatever etc.

It's the Celestial Dragons, too. They are the literal like representation of how some not very disciplined kids are. They got no worries, much like Luffy. Except Luffy actually does grow, and he has an actual goal in life.

The Celestial Dragons don't, because everything is given to them.

So it made me kind of think Celestial Dragons act like that as a way to show that they too are "free" cus they also have no responsibilities, the money is simply there for them, and everyone kinda just goes with what they want cus you don't want ro get shot or get your entire island to be destroyed.

In a world where civilians have to flee on sight from pirates, you can't say they are stress free. They can have their entire world simply... Destroyed. In a matter if a single day.

A house they might be paying off? Gone!

Their workplace that they depend to pay their bills? Gone!

Like... And then imagine, comes that Celestial Dragon you saved in your childhood from the mob and is like "hey, I want to repay you for saving me from the mob, I never forgot what you did for me, I'll build you a new house, I'll hire you in the government in Mariejois, you can live with me until the house is built, you're the only human who hasn't hurt me" and he grew up to be handsome as hell?

Hahahaha. Yeah. I'm fucked.

Also... everyone forgets the societal pressure and societal power Celestial Dragons have. You don't just say NO to them. That's literally an insult to them? A god is offering you, a mere human, assistance, and you say no? No to his generousity? You're getting a bullet to the head if you're lucky.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - November 5th

Hey, friends! Check out everything I’ve read this week. I’d love to hear what you’re reading as well. Remember as you’re reading to leave comments/kudos if you’re enjoying something! 

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the road to hell by colourexplosion 

in which no one has super powers and Steve is Tony's PA after Pepper gets promoted.

come back, be here by complicationstoo 

All things considered, it could have gone worse. Tony has a concussion that makes him feel dizzy and a couple of large gashes in his abdomen from where the suit had caved in just a bit that required more than a few stitches. Two broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder top it off, but he doesn’t need to be in the hospital for more than a day.

He tells himself that the short stay is why Steve didn’t show.

Flirting and Fortitude by Era_Penn 

Prompt: How bout Steve/tony where Bucky comes to the tower still not quite himself but starts to remember his past self by flirting with tony. Realizes that there is more to himself than just the asset, that he is suave, clever, considerate, maybe even a bit silly. Steve sees the flirting and fumbles around making an ass of himself. The end of course is Steve getting his man. Again alphaSteve&bucky/omegaTony dynamics if possible

Beautiful, Perfect, Doll by FrankTheSnek

Sex with Steve left him feeling raw and vulnerable, exposed and torn open in a way he still could not understand. It was sex, just sex! Tony'd had more than his fair share of sex; how could Steve do this to him? Take him so completely apart with his hands and his words.

In Good Company by KandiSheek

“Give me an hour to finish this. Then I'm all yours for the rest of the night.”

Tony groaned. “That's so long though.”

“Well, you don't have to wait on my account.” Steve glanced down at where Tony's cock tented his pants. "You can do it here. I don't mind."

A Novel Idea by KandiSheek

Toni is off birth control, but she still wants Steve to fuck her bare. The solution is simple. And it's endearing how excited Steve is about trying something new.

Big Spender by KandiSheek

Steve feels weird about how much money he has after the ice. It doesn't feel like he's earned any of his back pay, considering he's spent most of his service practically comatose.

Then he gets together with Tony. And somehow, Tony figures out the perfect way to solve his problem. Steve is pretty sure that he's the luckiest man alive.

Wildest Dreams by iam93percentstardust 

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your

Wildest dreams

~

Tony twists away from him, looking out over the African savannah. Steve is so glad he insisted on shooting on location for this instead of doing it in a studio. It captures a sense of realism that could never be fully created on a painted set. Eventually, he looks back at Tiberius, dark eyes wide and watery.

“Promise me,” he pleads. “Say you’ll remember me, staring at the sunset. Say we’ll see each other again, even if it’s just in our wildest dreams.”

Tiberius bends down, breathing, “I promise,” before passionately capturing Tony’s lips with his.

Not Unless I Say So by KandiSheek

Steve has never been booked by a client as rich or as handsome as Tony Stark, especially not to pose as a boyfriend instead of an escort. So his expectations for the evening are high.

He doesn't expect Tony to surpass every one of them.

Lay It All On The Line by KandiSheek 

In addition to sometimes saving the world, Steve takes on a side job as a lineman. Tony is surprised by how turned on he is by that.

Cozy by KandiSheek 

Tony seems to have a propensity to hug Steve whenever he's sleep-deprived. Which would be all well and good, if Steve had any idea why Tony chose him of all people to be his personal teddybear.

Upside Down by KandiSheek

All of the Avengers get hit with some sort of opposite ray. Clint is suddenly timid and well-mannered, Natasha can't concentrate on anything and Steve acts on every impulse without thinking.

Tony wishes the ray had chosen any attribute other than his feelings for Steve. Because while he usually suppresses the hell out of them, now he has no choice but to act.

Happy Little Accidents by KandiSheek

Steve and Tony break a bed. Among other things. It's a good thing Tony has housekeeping.

Meet Me Outside by KandiSheek

“Keep it down,” Steve hissed, pressing his hand harder against Tony's mouth as he tucked his head in close, his other arm a steel band around Tony's waist. “Someone will hear you.”

Or: Steve fucks Tony in an alley. And Tony loves it.

Lay It All On The Line by KandiSheek 

In addition to sometimes saving the world, Steve takes on a side job as a lineman. Tony is surprised by how turned on he is by that.

timeless by Areiton

Steve keeps stealing glances at him, his face bright and eyes curious, and Tony wants to flush and he wants to preen, wants to turn into that curious stare, shameless and hungry until it caught and flickered into more.

Two-Point Perspective by FestiveFerret

Dear omega,

Congratulations! You've been selected. Alpha #95847872 has been assigned as your pre-bondee. A group bonding ceremony will take place on the 14th, unless other arrangements have been made by your alpha or their family. A valid bonding license must be submitted to Omega Services within 45 days of this letter or all services will be cancelled and any transferable benefits will not be applied to your alpha's package.

If there is some reason why you cannot be bonded on this date, please apply for an extension by calling 1-800-555-6827 within 7 days of receiving this letter.

Sincerely,

National Omega Services

Stage Five by magicasen

Months ago, just prior to the fall of Norman Osborn's reign, the attempt to reboot Tony Stark's brain fails.

Now, Steve leads a black ops Avengers unit. Their objective: to identify and eliminate threats to national security. But someone has been interfering with their operations, and the trail leads back to an impossible suspect: Tony.

[planet-crait]

A New Dev-elopement is next and I’m super excited! It sucks getting attached to Dev with kind of knowing what happens but also I hope for a season two to keep developing him.

Do these kids not normally get homework over the weekend? Lucky. Also a treasure hunt sounds fun! Not sure how that’s homework and what it’s teaching? Maybe the history of the city? Maybe? Or the clues are word problems they have to solve? Well we’ll see what they come up with for it. Kind of hilarious how blatantly everyone hurls paper at Mr. Guzman for that though.

How does the school afford tickets to the water park as prizes? Aww poor kids they’re so devastated that they’re going to be randomly paired. Ohh the heartbreak. I mean. I can’t necessarily relate I uh never had friends in my classes.

Anyways I get Mr. Guzman wants to get the kids to make new friends but I also get the pain especially for a big weekend thing. Oh no. Oh no Hazel when will you learn not to use the word Wish unless you mean it? Wanda’s horrified look was pretty funny though. But oh Hazel may or may not regret that wish I know she’s going to be paired with Dev now.

Lolz Dev and Hazels mini fight is funny but Mr. Guzman should break them up. Hazel you really don’t see why this happened? I think I’ve given up on the questioning Hazel blatantly talking to them it just. Is going to keep being yadda yaddad past. To be fair Hazel you said I wish. You can only blame yourself.

Ohh poor Dev. He can’t even play his game which has music that isn’t very loud at all. Like oof his dad blatantly says his work is a priority over Dev which. Is not an easy pill to swallow. I realize we’re not supposed to like him but he is literally a ten year old being emotionally abused at a minimum by his only parental figure in his life I will always struggle to hold any grudges against literal children especially abused ones okay sue me. (I mean good luck you’ll get like a sandwich and two pencils).

Why am I not surprised Dev wants to ditch a school activity? He seems to believe money will get him anything he wants and well…I can’t argue with the logic as fucked up as that is. I mean it’s wrong morally but it’s not incorrect because capitalism ruins everything.

Ohh so Hazel and Dev have a common book and Game in common? They seem like they could get along really well if Dev wasn’t so spoiled. But ohhh Dev does get the clues right lolz.

I just realized though making ten year plans old walk all over the city by themselves feels kind of cruel. They’re ten and it’s a big city. Also does each pair have their own clues? Like Hazel and Dev keep the post it notes how will the next pair find the next clue unless they’re all different?

Aww Dev and Hazel are having a moment that’s so cute honestly. They get it at the same time and have a little air guitar duet and are laughing. But ohhh the moment has to end. Not surprising I can imagine opening up is not easy for Dev given the glimpses of his home life we got.

He’s starting to smile though that’s progress! Oh OH! He takes off his glasses when he’s finally ready to make a connection (High giving someone) I thought maybe the glasses where like a mask for him and he takes them off when he’s ready to lower the mask and maybe let someone in. Poor kids though fail the high five and face plant hard.

Oh he didn’t put them back on and they laughed despite that oh that’s so cute. I wonder if the pizza stuff did a lot of heavy lifting for getting Dev to be willing to open up to Hazel? That would make sense honestly especially if he’s as starved for affection as I imagine he is.

Seeing him so genuinely smiling is so sweet and cute it makes my heart melt honestly. OHHH HE CALLED HER HAZEL AND NOT ANOTHER NAME!!!! They’re laughing and joking it’s so cute. Aww Hazel is praising Dev to his dad it’s so dang sweet. Oh. Oh no. Dale is brushing it off I hope Dev doesn’t shut down after this.

Oh no he did shut down. Oh poor kid. I feel so bad for him he was so happy and smiling and eager to introduce Hazel to his dad and he just shut him down and his accomplishments so hard. I cannot imagine how crushing it is to have your parent so blatantly brush off the hard work you did especially when it’s something you’re really proud of.

Hazel is trying so hard to reconnect and bring up the fun they had but oof years of emotional abuse do some damage and I’m not sure how easily that can be undone. Ohhh he has really shut down he put the glasses back on and called her the wrong name oof. I think I was right about the glasses being a mask. They hide what his eyes could show as sadness or other emotions he doesn’t want people (his dad) to see. It’s painful seeing such a young kid putting up a mask like this.

Oh I expected Hazel to cry not get mad and leave. Interesting. Also interesting to see Dev seem to immediately regret it and feel bad about it. Unfortunately abuse just. Messes with you. We don’t have any blatant abuse on screen (this is a kids show) but given the neglect Dev faces I struggle to think there isn’t also some major emotional abuse he deals with.

Hazels emotions seem all over the place her being so salty about the sushi. I have a feeling she’s trying to push down the feelings of friendship she was forming with Dev. Oh huh. Didn’t expect Dev to show up again. I guess he really connected with Hazel and just can’t admit it yet. Ohhh Devs insult gave Hazel the clue she needed I love that. Not the insult Hazels mind going back immediately to the project. I didn’t expect the paperweight to be relevant again but hey it works. Oh wow Dev looks super guilty. I kind of expected something to push him but he seems to be doing this all on his own.

Oh Dev lowering his glasses as he re opens up to Hazel. I get that though it makes sense his dad puts him down so much that he would immediately shut down. He is desperate to get something for his dad he’s willing to do a lot to try and get something I don’t think his dad will ever give him. Good on Hazel though for calling out that he hurt her. He owned up which is good but Hazel should call out she got hurt from it. HE SAID SORRY HE SAID SORRY!!!! Aww Hazel forgives him so easily and he removed the glasses again oh my heart.

Wait wait emotional growth wish????? I don’t think that’s ever come up before. Like ever.

Heist yes I love this. Lolz Dev finding doors open over and over again is hilarious. Dev joining on Hazels imagination for the heist is so cute though. And them posing for the security cameras is so funny. Oh more Dev smiles I love it!!!

Ohh I was wondering why he would demand students break into the principles office. That makes more sense and aww. Those photos are so cute. They’re adorable. Protect them at all costs. I do love the principle doesn’t care suddenly because homework over the weekend. Honestly nailed her personality there to solve the conflict.

Oh no the water park closed. Oh the kids will RIOT. THEY NAILED THEIR HIGH FIVE FINALLY!!!!!

Okay so uh. New favorite episode to be quite frank. The wish and its result made sense. The development for Dev worked and Hazel kind of understands Dev more and he’s being more open and not wearing his sunglasses anymore. Also Dev and Hazel are so dang cute. I hope we see him making more friends I need to see this child get love and support damn it. Really really solid episode absolutely loved it I hope we see more of Dev and Hazel hanging out. She clearly has a very good influence on him and he needs that in his life.

[paradoxcase]

John 3:20

THE TOWER HAS REACT

I'm trying to trace back and find out where they went off the rails on this and why, and I can't find it. Like, back when they were just scientists doing a cryo project to save humanity, I don't think they would have considered trying to get a nuke somehow and using that tactically like they are doing now. The only thing that's different now is that John has literal magic powers, which means he can do more than he could before by himself, even if no one listens to him. Otherwise everything is the same, people aren't listening to them or funding them, the trillionaires are doing trillionaire shit, etc., but it should be less critical for them to get widespread support now than it was before John gained superpowers, right? If you're faced with a hard problem, and suddenly gained some new resources or skills, the focus should be on figuring out how to use those new skills to solve the problem, right, and not on gaining international support for solving your problem that was never going to happen anyway? Like, obviously necromancy is going to pay the bills and keep the lights on, they have all of the science, I think they can independently continue work on their project now, right? John has a twitch following, and there's at least one major country that knows for a fact that his powers are real. Regardless of whether any governments publicly support his project, if they can keep the money coming they can still save all of those people

She was right. John got so caught up in being angry about trillionaires that he forgot about the whole original purpose of his project

I feel like this is actually the opposite of John's problem. I think every bad decision point of this story happened because someone made John super mad about something so he did something stupid and it's been 10,000 years and he's still like really fucking mad about this

God, I can see this happening, all the Gen Z kids grow up, and they all learned from tumblr that all the people in power are evil people and they're in power because they're evil and they just extrapolate this to "if I just become evil I'll get put into a position of power and then people will listen to me"

I'm not sure what John was expecting here. Yes, they should have investigated, but honestly, he could also have just waited until the trillionaires ran off, and then brought this stuff up (again), at which point the trillionaires are no longer around to defend themselves or protect their property from being investigated, and since they're not planning to come back they have no vested interest in keeping up appearances on Earth after they leave, and probably they would leave behind plenty of this evidence the truth would come out then. If the trillionaires leaving wasn't the end of the world for him I think it would have gone his way after they left

Apparently the root is phthisis:

and it Latin it just meant "tuberculosis".

Interesting, I thought it was going to be that some unhinged fundie accused him of necromancy and he was going to be like, oh, yeah, you got it, but obviously John is not nearly that suave, so it turns out that he just started using the word himself during his Dr. Evil phase

[spookyrobbins]

what do you think it would’ve taken for arizona to get over (for a lack of a better word) or to become comfortable with mark and callie’s friendship? and would she still want some kind of acknowledgment or understanding of the problems he caused even after he died/post divorce? i would’ve paid good money just to see callie grow up when it came to him and to actually do or say something to her girlfriend to show she was different and wasn’t the third wheel

it probably slightly depends on when we’re talking about tbh. like there’s a huge difference between arizona being okay with mark pre and post sofia. and also a huge difference after he died. i do think arizona softened on mark after his death which makes sense emotionally. but she’d still probably appreciate at least some sort of acknowledgment from callie that the mark stuff was fucked up

pre sofia, i lowkey think a lot of the mark stuff would be solved purely if they didn’t live next to each other. on some level, mark and callie are kinda like the random, semi toxic friends you make in college where you do everything together but as soon as you live apart you never speak. they’re very much proximity friends imo. very close and concerningly codependent friends but proximity friends nonetheless. if one of them left the hospital i don’t think they’d stay close. so if they literally just moved to a new building i think a lot of the behavior would drop off. and for arizona having that more well defined physical boundary would solve a lot of her stuff with mark. mark wouldn’t be sleeping over or barging into their apartment. they’d see each other at work but i think they’d be less close.

now idk if callie would ever really understand why arizona dislikes mark. and im not sure if she ever did. again, mark is like your college friend who none of your grown up friends like but you still think is super fun. callie never seemed to fully grasp anyone’s issue with mark even beyond arizona. she just has this blind spot with mark. she almost always makes excuses for him and seems to find him charming above all else. (which is sort of a reoccurring thing with callie where she finds people charming when others might not tbh)

but yeah if they moved into arizonas apartment instead of callie’s in s7, or if callie just moved out of the building herself, enough of the mark problem goes away that i think arizona would be on some level “over” the mark if it all.

however it’s a lot trickier once sofia’s born. i do think having physical distance from mark would help. but that’s probably less likely unless calzona have a second kid and need more space. i do think if mark got married or at the very least was in a very serious relationship she’d be more comfortable since mark tends to get more involved with calzona when he’s single. but if it’s not lexie there’s always the chance it doesn’t last.

i do think if callie laid out really clear guidelines of how they’re coparenting and all that, it would go a long way in assuaging arizonas concerns and creating some boundaries for mark.

of course all of the above is predicated in part on callie recognizing and admitting that her relationship with mark genuinely bothers arizona and that arizona has legitimate reason to be uncomfortable. i’m not positive that would happen without some sort of inciting incident. it could be something like someone finally pointing out how they’re like george and izzie or callie being jealous of a friend of arizonas or some sort of major blow up fight between arizona and mark where callie has to take sides. but i don’t think she’s coming to that conclusion just on her own. maybe years later in nyc when she’s overall reflecting. but certainly not when mark is alive.

[i-am-the-egg]

what was your favorite part of technical theater?

I'm so happy you sent me this! Thank you 😊😊😊

So I worked as a scenic carpenter and later as a props artisan for the majority of my contracts. Carpentry was physical, but rewarding - problem solving an issue with a structure that's half built requires math and some creativity. It was fun! also fucking exhausting at times but that's besides the point

Props was more of a variety pack. I used some carpentry as a part of building props, but I also had to do some sewing, some painting, some shopping for the right looking (basket, lamp, champagne flute, etc), some light graphic design for paper props, and some hot gluing. I liked to describe working in props as "professional arts and crafts". Which is a fantastic job to have, bc crafting scratches an itch in my brain that not too much else can touch.

But overall, I think my favorite part of the process wasn't so much the building for the shows as much as it was viewing the end result. It's really satisfying to see something you've built or otherwise put together to be used to make art and convey a story. And it's really neat to see how your role in the process can change the story as well.

My favorite show I worked on was called The Little Dutch Girl, a long dead operetta that a company I was with revived. (Last time it was put on before us was in the 1930s). It's about a German princess who decides to go through with an arranged marriage - to a prince she's never met and previously refused to marry - after her suitor woos her with love letters. He fails to show up for her wedding day, she marries him via proxy, and finds out he not only did not write the letters that wooed her, but he's also out galavanting with pretty Dutch girls, far away from his responsibilities. She decides to go find him, disguises herself as a Dutch maiden, he falls in love with her, common comedy of errors ensues.

But when she reveals herself to be the princess he jilted, and leaves to travel back to her palace, he runs after her to beg forgiveness. (And this is where the relevance to props comes back in!)

He makes it all the way to her private living quarters of the palace and we, the audience, see that her private space is just as opulent as the main hall we saw in act 1!! Some coworkers and I had to build a massive flower arrangement to place on a background table for this scene. It was 3 ft tall. There was gold trim on everything else, and it was clear from a narrative perspective that her kingdom was not hurting for money.

We could have made it drab. We could have shown her private living quarters as falling apart and that any public displays of wealth were only a front. We could have shown her kingdom in dire need of money. That would have changed the meaning of her actions completely, though. Because the princess does forgive the prince, and does decide that they can be married after all. If her kingdom was in poverty, that would have been a clear motivating factor in choosing that.

But the kingdom isn't in poverty; it's as rich as ever. It's displaying 3 ft tall flower arrangements in an area that very few people get to see. The princess doesn't need the prince or his money. But she chooses him because she wants to. She has agency in this choice.

Anyways, that's a long tangent to say props can change the meaning of the scene, they are a part of the art as well, and I think that's neat :)

[unabashegirl]

Different 12 — college hs

Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.

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She was petrified down to her core. Y/N suddenly couldn’t feel her extremities. The grip on her mechanical pencil tightened as she thought of ways to defend herself if necessary. She couldn’t understand how going to the library had turned into a nightmare.

Brian pulled out the chair beside her and sat down, incredibly close to her. He could smell her lavender shampoo and her vanilla lotion.

“Brian,” she started, but was quickly cut off by his rough, demanding voice.

“Shut up, Y/N.” He ran his fingers through his brown hair as he leaned closer to her ear. Brian knew there were plenty of people in the library who could interrupt them or, worse, overhear their conversation. Therefore, if he needed to whisper so the rest couldn’t find out his business, he would. “I am so fucking done with your silent treatment. Who the fuck do you think you are?” His tone was stern, harsh, and cold enough to make her skin crawl.

She didn’t say anything but just turned to stare back at him.

“You treat me like shit, and then I find out that you have a boyfriend? Who is it?” Brian never considered himself a bad boyfriend. He knew he had his flaws, like everyone else, but Y/N hadn’t given him a chance to redeem himself. “I heard it’s that kid you were speaking to at that fucking party you had, and I really hope it’s not him. He’s a fucking nobody.” He was jealous but would never admit it.

“Don’t talk about him that way!” She hadn’t planned to respond to him, but bringing Harry into it had made her blood boil like never before. She had never been the type to hold grudges. Her grandmother had taught her from a young age the virtue of forgiveness, but what Brian had done that night was unforgivable.

“I can say whatever I please. Are you seriously telling me that you prefer him over me? Firstly, why did you leave me?” The veins popped from his neck as his cheeks turned red. His hands ached to touch her and force an answer out of her, but he couldn’t with so many people around. So, he gripped her jaw and forced her closer to him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she hissed, pulling her face from his grip even though it hurt her skin. “The party? Where not only did you hit me, but you tried to force me into having sex with you?” she whispered, glancing at the other people in the library.

“Force you to have sex with me? You’re mistaken. I don’t remember ever having difficulty getting you into bed. You were always so willing to open your legs to everyone.” Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing he would continue to deny it.

“Fuck you,” she cursed, reaching out to start packing her things back into her tote bag.

“He’s a nobody. Your parents will never approve,” he laughed, recalling the day she introduced him to her parents. He had shown off that night. Brian also came from an affluent family, though nowhere near Y/N’s. “You’re a fucking princess, and he will never fulfill the role I left.”

“You think I’m a princess?” she retorted. “Then why would you hit me? You busted my lip, my eyebrow, and broke my nose that night.”

She still remembered the darkness of the room where he held her for almost three hours while the party continued downstairs. If it hadn’t been for her friends, who had grown worried about her whereabouts that night, he would have raped her. Y/N owed everything to James and Sebastian. They moved in with her for the rest of winter break until her nightmares finally stopped tormenting her. She eventually healed physically, but she would never forget the darkness of that room.

Brian looked away and stared off into the distance. He couldn’t look her in the eyes because, deep down, he felt guilty.

He remembered waking up in only boxers in his friend’s master bedroom. His entire body hurt and ached. His knuckles were bruised, and at first, he assumed he’d gotten into another silly fight with some random person. So, he called and texted Y/N, but she never answered. It wasn’t until he looked in the mirror that he saw his bruised face. James had almost killed him that night.

“He might not be popular or as rich as you, but I know that Harry would never lay a finger on me without my permission,” she said proudly. “I am not entertaining this conversation. For a minute, I thought you were going to apologize to me. Silly me, huh? Always trying to justify your actions, but I am done. You crossed a line that night. I suggest you find another girl to torment. You wouldn’t like the entire university to find out what happened, would you?” she retorted as she rose to her feet, but before she could walk away, he gripped her forearm.

“Are you threatening me?” Brian growled as he stood up from his seat. She yanked her arm away and took a step back.

“Don’t touch me again,” she hissed, then quickly walked out of the library.

Y/N felt drained as she walked out of the building and across campus to find a quiet place to settle down. She found a small, secluded area with a sofa and cushions, like a cozy living room, so she settled onto the couch and pulled out her iPad to watch something before her next class and her meeting with Harry.

“Doll,” a voice whispered as someone caressed the top of her head. Y/N had fallen asleep watching another episode of her favorite show. James looked down at his best friend with a big smile, amused at her ability to fall asleep anywhere. “Did you sleep well?” he chuckled, pushing some hair away from her face as she fluttered her eyes and tried to come back to reality.

“What time is it?”

“Class is already over.” James sat beside her on the couch. He had just finished his Torts class when he found her. Sebastian had actually sent him a photo after he passed her on his way to statistics.

“I have to get to Mansueto,” she groaned, checking her phone and noticing the multiple texts Harry had sent her.

“I’m actually headed that way too. I’ll drop you off on the way to the gym.” Y/N quickly texted Harry back as she scrambled to pick up her things.

On my way. Fell asleep. Sorry

“How was your day? Besides falling asleep and missing your class?” James asked as they walked toward the parking lot. She giggled but was quickly reminded of her encounter with Brian.

“It was fine.” She couldn’t tell him. She knew he would go looking for Brian and pick a fight with him on campus, which could get him expelled.

“Are you sure?” James knew her too well not to notice her strange behavior and sudden change in tone. They had grown up together. Their mothers had been friends since high school and had married within the same social circle, keeping their friendship alive for many years. Naturally, Y/N and James had gone to the same pre-K, primary school, middle school, and high school.

“Yes,” she smiled as she jumped into his Range Rover. They drove for only a few minutes before he pulled up to the dome library on 57th Street. “Thanks, bubs! See you tomorrow.” She smiled, getting out and waving.

“Let me know if you need a ride back!” James called after her as she entered the building.

“Hi!” Y/N smiled as she approached Harry, Sarah, and Mitch. “I’m so sorry I’m late,” she apologized, waving to his friends before giving Harry a quick kiss. “I fell asleep on a couch and missed my last class.” Harry chuckled, pulling her chair closer to his.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” he confessed. He had actually worried something had happened to her on the way.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” she whispered, noticing his friends had already dived into their work. “I was just tired and forgot to text, but I wasn’t going to stand you up. Plus, I’ve got lots of work to do, too.”

Harry smiled and gave her a soft kiss, letting her know he wasn’t upset and understood.

--> Different 13

[houseaeducan]

would u Please elaborate on whatever catherine and anders have going on im fascinated by them

okay so sometimes you are the oldest daughter and you are not a mage but your father was and your baby sister who is wonderful and who you would die to keep safe is. and frankly this has been a Fucking Lot to deal with and you have never met anyone your whole life outside of your family who understands it. and then you have the worst year of your entire life and you are constantly afraid for your baby sister and then you meet this mage guy. who is kind of cringey BUT he's funny and you respect his whole deal and he kind of reminds you of your dad????? and this guy is obsessed with you now because you're one of the first nonmages he's ever met who agrees with him on this stuff and he is incredibly desperate for approval. but it's not Like That because you're gay and like he gets it.

and THEN your worst nightmare happens and your wonderful baby sister does get captured by templars and taken to the circle, and even WORSE, she likes it there. despite everything you've done to protect her from it. which is basically the ultimate betrayal even if you know deep down that thinking that is kind of ridiculous. so you and your sister are NOT talking anymore and for surely unrelated reasons you find your big sisterly protective instincts suddenly turned up to 11 and projected onto your two friends who are mages. and you ask both of them to live with you because you've come into some money and have a huge mansion now and they both have kind of shitty housing situations but they both turn you down because it's weird but still end up hanging out in your house a lot and that guy your friend ends up staying there A LOT to hang out and work on his manifesto and fall asleep on your couch which is great because you cant stand to not have people in it, especially after your mom dies.

(also during all this you've become kind of obsessed with financial security as a trauma response to aforementioned worst year of your life and are deeply deeply determined to live in comfort and luxury for the rest of your life at all costs, which has led you to get into things like Capitalism and Organized Crime. but all of your friends still think you're awesome and haven't mentioned that this might be bad so you're probably doing fine)

so you're spending a lot of time with this guy and you just start to get. really codependent about each other and extremely physically affectionate around everyone. especially during this shitty three year stretch where your mom just died and you fought this scary duel to save the girl you like and then she immediately ran out on you so you're very in your feelings about that while this guy is also having a huge mental health moment. and you are CONVINCED what this guy needs to do to solve his problems is kick out the spirit possessing him (yeah there's a spirit possessing him) because you are fundamentally incapable of understanding what is actually going on with him and you do not understand that the guy you are friends with is just as much the spirit as he is the man he was before. so you fight about this a little and eventually he agrees to try and then he TRICKS YOU and murders a bunch of people instead??? and essentially jumpstarts the annulment of the circle that YOUR baby sister is at, and they do end up okay but that was a hell of a risk to decide to take??

but fundamentally this is NOT his fault because he is literally sad and mentally ill and you're sure that if he would just get rid of that stupid spirit this would all be fine, so when you flee the city (forcing you to leave behind the stability that was so important to you that you build) you tell him he can stay with you but he needs to finally get help! and your sister, who is here now, is not happy about this -- because this guy is the reason she can't go back to the place she had started to consider home and he placed all their lives in danger and there was definitely another way to go about all this, so she can't believe you're still hanging out with him. which is rich coming from your sister, who you still feel like betrayed you, so you get into another fight with her after nearly a decade of barely talking and she leaves.

anyway eventually you get set up in a nice place in antiva city doing other shady activities while your girlfriend pops in on and out in between being a pirate. your friend agrees he probably does need to get help and crashes with you for a few months but you fight and he leaves, and then a few months or a year later he'll come back and agree he's going to try to get rid of the spirit and asks to stay with you until you end up fighting again and he leaves and you worry he's actually dead somewhere and this just keeps happening again and again. and you're STILL not talking to your sister