#what have i done to deserve this...........

[formulaaddict14]

LAST NIGHT ( SMAU )

Max Verstappen x reader ( Y/N )

Summary : an unexpected break up and a messy following weeks

Author note : I reallyyyyyy like making long SMAUs but I always feel so pressured to post and that makes me make short ones lol 😭

pt 2

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f1.gossip just posted :

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Max Verstappen has arrived to the FIA gala ALONE for the first time in 6 years! Could this be a surprise announcement coming later? 👀📸

user23 : what?! She’s literally ALWAYS with him??

user45 : could this maybe be a wedding announcement or a pregnancy?

| user62 : I REALLY HOPE THEY DIDN’T BREAK UP 😭

user98 : Everyone is being too invasive what if she was just sick no need to make up rumours

user61 : Am I the only one who thought he looked really sad??

| user99 : I didn’t notice anything off 🤷‍♀️

user81 : One of Y/N’s friends just liked the post could that mean something?

user60 : I hope everything goes smoothly for them 😕

yourusername just posted :

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Life lately 🕊️🥂🤍

user55 : Gorgeous 😍��

user51 : this has to be an engagement announcement!

user49 : Why didn’t Max like? He’s always the first one 🤨

alexandrasaintmleux : We have to meet up for coffee again 💗 liked by creator

| yourusername : of course love! 💕

user09 : I don’t know if I want her or her wardrobe 😭😭

user48 : Max can’t fight all of us, right?

lilymhe : Hey queen 😋 liked by creator

user65 : WEDDING IS COMING.

F1.gossip just posted :

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@/yourusername, the 6 year partner of Max Verstappen seen moving out of their shared Monaco apartment 👀📸

user01 : someone literally shoot me

user02 : LITERALLY NO WAY.

user03 : no guys they are moving out together right 😅🔫

user04 : BUT Y/N’S LAST POST WAS LITERALLY AN ENGAGEMENT TEASER??

user05 : Lando lurking in the likes 😭

user06 : so break up announcement when 😕

user07 : they looked so in love literally 2 weeks ago???

user08 : Literally bye I don’t believe in love anymore

user09 : My Y/N Verstappen dreams are crushed 💔

max.verstappen just posted :

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Me and Y/N have decided to call off the engagement, it has been a lovely 6 years. Unfortunately our conflicting schedules and wishes haven’t worked out in a way that would be suitable for the both of us. Wishing Y/N a lovely life and we hope you understand our wishes for privacy in these difficult times.

redbull.f1 : wishing the best for the both of you 💗

charles.leclerc : my condolences, praying for peace for the both of you

user55 : Literally what.

user90 : WHAT THE HECK THEY WERE ENGAGED??

user41 : I don’t believe this conflicting schedule thing at all because wouldn’t you discuss this before the engagement?

user99 : THIS IS SO FISHY WHAT 😭

lilymhe : ❤️

user65 : Max didn’t deserve her anyway 🤷‍♀️

user91 : SO NO MORE Y/N IN THE PADDOCK?

user76 : they were literally engaged…

user33 : I’m done with life goodbye

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[ghostwitchboy]

My ex would constantly downplay the things I was most excited for when starting hrt. She explained it away as a trauma response to bad experiences in the past. That was fair to a certain degree, they were genuinely traumatic events, and no one can control what becomes a trigger.

But did she need to remind me that she might start associating me with monsters once hrt starts working and changing my voice (because all transmen sound the same to her) EVERY TIME I said I was looking forward to my main source of dysphoria potentially being lessened? Did she need to tack on "Hopefully you'll still be attractive/xyz" whenever I talked about things I was looking forward to in my transition? Did she need to remind me that I might just be stuck being a very pretty, feminine afab person for a very long time and I might just have to be okay with that?

No. Obviously not.

I had thought that, because we were both transitioning, we'd both support each other's transition like we said we did. That she'd hear the awful things she'd say about herself, see all the ways I tried to encourage her and remind her that I loved her for her, not for the man her family wanted her to be, and that we wouldn't be alone in our transitions. But she ended up being the only one who wasn't alone.

I got used to the concept of actual change in my transition being a bad thing, and I got used to it being a sword of damocles very quickly. Something that's really easy with near-constant reminders from literally everyone you talk to daily that you'll never be what they actually want. People who only respect your identity as long as it doesn't make them uncomfortable, as long as they can put caveats and emergency vetos and stops on it.

And then I broke up with her. There were other problems and theose problems had been present for years, and they weren't even tied to gender.

But I suddenly no longer had that very loud, very important voice drowning out mine. I could think. There weren't consequences to me expressing how I felt. I could be myself without caveats.

And then I met my current partner. And they celebrate my transition with me. I remember the first time I apologized for liking the more masculine form my body was starting to take and them reacting with confusion. Because they loved it too. They've been my biggest support and they've not only accepted my transition as a part of me, but help me be actively exited for it. They love parts of me I didn't know were possible to love and all done so immediately and without me begging them to see the virtue in it.

Parts of myself that I have always been self conscious of, they adore, and they do so loudly and with their full chest. I have never been allowed this amount of autonomy before, to the point I don't know what to do when I don't have to triple check before making a decision, which sometimes causes anxiety.

But I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life. I'm the most loved I've ever been in my life.

If you're with a partner and they say they'll leave you if you transition, if you start hrt, if you present your gender a specific way, or if your body changes a certain way, leave.

You deserve to be yourself. You deserve to be happy as yourself. You deserve to be loved as yourself. You deserve nothing less, no caveats, no vetos.

“but my girlfriend said she’d break up with me if I started hrt…” FUCKING LEAVE HER THEN!!

[crunchystarz]

Hello! Yesterday (the 20th) was my 17th birthday, and I wanted to know how the house wardens would celebrate the reader's birthday. Feel free to ignore if you have done this in the past or don't feel like doing this one, no pressure!

How each of the housewardens celebrate your birthday hcs

Housewardens x GN!reader

CW: none just some short and fluffy headcanons, could be read as platonic or romantic

A/N: going to admit this is way shorter and way goofier than my usual stuff but we deserve a lil fun around here okay, I got to this a lil late lol but I get to post it on Kalims birthday so yay also happy late birthday anon I hope you enjoy (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Riddle Rosehearts

*Riddle knows every birthday so of course that includes you. He was the first to wish you a happy birthday. Of course in typical Riddle fashion he was as formal and respectful as could be even if it was just a happy birthday.

* Riddle was in charge of setting up your party, it would be out of tradition if you didn't hold a party correct? So of course he set up a birthday party for you like he would an unbirthday party.

* He definitely makes sure everything is according to your liking and preferences no exceptions. He wants everything to go smoothly just for you and your big day. He even helped bake the cake with Trey (he got kicked out of the kitchen)

*Genuinely was stumped on what to give you and he even went to Cater for help. Thankfully his cheerful upperclassmen knew what might peak your interest.

* Riddle is all about rules so now you have to awkwardly sit as he has everyone sing you happy birthday because rules are rules. Sevens bless your soul

Leona Kingscholar

*Doesn't make a huge deal and throws you a casual "Happy Birthday" Doesn't mean he won't make you feel special by any means. It's your day and he'll make sure you enjoy it.

* Leona is the kind of guy who pretends to forget your birthday then brings in your gift immediately after. Speaking of gifts Leona isn't one to care enough to flex his money he won't get you anything super expensive but instead something that really means something to you.

*He won't throw you anything big like a party but he'll definitely hang around you all day "just cus" He'll offer to go out on the town or just to chill out in his dorm. Stealing you away from those loud mouths and giving you some peace and quiet. That's what he claims anywho.

*He's overall casual about it as he is most things but he still wants you to feel loved and appreciated so he does all the small things that'll make your day any better.

*A nice nap would be nice right? Come on relax you deserve it. Dragging you down to nap with him later in the evening.

Azul Ashengrotto

* Azul would try and offer you something nice either that being having the tweels be your personal butlers for the day(depending on Floyd's mood this Is either hell or a fun lil field trip) or he'll allow you to host a party at monstro longue free of charge. Not everything he does is for personal gain.

* Azul o sweet Azul had already planned out your present in advance. Deep behind his persona we all know he's just an awkward guy, he'd be so embarrassed and would feel a bit guilty if he didn't get you something you 100% liked. Thank you Jade for the research

*Constantly checking on you and everything going on because he has a reputation to uphold people!!(He just wants you to have a good birthday shhh)

Kalim Al Asim

*A big party.It's Kalim and what's one thing Kalim is known for? Parties, trust and believe he's going all out despite if you like big patties or not. He puts way too much time into planning it but at least you know he cares. It's like the complete opposite of Leona. Anything but chill and casual.

*He gives you way too many expensive gifts, could you even accept these? So much gold...damn nepo baby You're grateful nonetheless.

*Kalim makes sure Jamil makes all your favorite foods. He even offered to help but Jamil immediately shoots dow the idea of him being in the kitchen while he's working.

*Malik is following you around all day like a puppy he just wants to spend time with you honestly. It is your special day after all

*Magic carpet ride. Why? Because he wants to show you a whole new world (wink wink nudge nudge). Plus the sky is the best place to see the sunset. It'll be something to relax after a very hyper birthday.

Vil Schönheit

*You honestly think Vil forgot your birthday because he was so unusually quiet that it was until Rook is dragging you into a part of Pomefiore you haven't seen before and. SURPRISE!

*You didn't take Vil as one for surprises but here he is. A surprise birthday party just for you. Vil tells you to relax that he'll handle everything.

*Vil kinda guy to give you one of those gift baskets for your birthday and I've been standing of this thought since forever. Its full of your favorite things...and his skin care products.

*I also like the Idea of Vil treating you to a Spa day for your birthday. Again just relax and let Vil take care of you.

Idia shroud

*It takes so much effort for Idia to go outside and tell you happy birthday in person that's a birthday present in itself. He was just going to shoot you a happy birthday text and have Ortho give you the present he got you for him but he likes you too much so he supposed he could tell you in person...

*He is so awkward when giving you his gift you basically had to just take it from him because he was so scared you wouldn't like it or it wasn't going to be good enough. But he's so smug when you tell him you like it. Of course you'd like he Idia knows his player 2 more than anyone (he was terrified)

*On how he'd actually celebrate your birthday, he'd realistically do something super chill and preferably just the two of you like a movie night or just gaming. He's spending time with you regardless.

*He tries really hard to make it super special even if you two don't do much.

Malleus Draconia

*Malleus is so dramatic about your birthday. He's not Kalim dramatic but he almost gets there. There's no big party or anything but he's all over you.

*Like if he could actually work a phone like a normal person you'd get a text the second it strikes midnight with a really dramatic happy birthday text.(That or an ominous ass gif ) I Instead he's knocking at your window just to say happy birthday.

*A Picnic for your birthday is just so cute and simple and I think it's a Malleus thing to do. He'd do more but he was going over things with Lilia and according to this is the most tame thing on that list.

*Gift wise I think he'd give you a gem of some kind. He's a dragon fae and I feel like he'd give you something shiny like that as a birthday gift.

MASTERLIST

[mangostarjam]

catching roomate!sae coming out of the shower with nothing but a towel around his waist :)

when i get my hands on you!!!!!

Your mouth is dry.

Sae stands impassive, blank faced and stone still, broad and tall in the doorway. A towel is slung around his hips, haphazardly tucked in at his waist, too short and barely covering the thick muscles of his thighs.

"…what."

You try to swallow. Nothing happens. Instead you're left gaping, mouth opening and closing as heat steadily rises up your body, brain scrambling for something — anything — besides static noise.

Sae tilts his head, and your heart rate spikes. Stained glass pierces through the haze of your mind, draws you back into Mediterranean seas.

It's not any safer here, but it's familiar. You've been roommates for a long time.

"You're�� home," you manage to get out. Sae raises an eyebrow at you.

You're distracted by the droplet slowly carving its way from his temple to his chin, caressing his cheek like a lover. The ends of his sunset hair are damp, and your gaze is drawn to another droplet curving around the muscle of his shoulder, making its way to kiss the hollow at his throat.

He's shirtless, and the towel… the towel is doing its best.

Sae narrows his eyes, and you take an involuntary step back. You won't make it very far if you run — he's a professional athlete, after all — but the urge to bolt rises in your stomach and you clench your fists to stay put.

"I'm home," he agrees.

You need to say something. You need to make this — less awkward — you need to stop staring at his chest, at the water mapping out the divots of his muscles, blazing new trails along his skin, following the call of gravity and going down, down, to the edge of his towel —

"You're staring," Sae says, and there's a low curl to his voice that makes your gaze snap up. Caught.

Your roommate takes a step towards you and you take a step back and squeak as you hit the wall. You can't help it. Your heart is going to burst out of your chest if he gets any closer.

Trapped.

"You… didn't bring a change of clothes to your bath?"

Sae's lips tick up in the corner, the faintest ghost of a smile. "No."

"Oh…"

"I just finished showering, actually," he says drily. "The bath is free."

"R-right." He's so close. When did he get so close? You could count every one of his insufferably long eyelashes at this distance.

"Well?"

"Huh? O-oh. Yeah, I'll take a bath, then."

Sae plants a hand on the wall beside your head and leans closer, until you can feel the heat of him, the whisper of his breaths across your lips.

"Should we make a mess of you, first?"

[halogenwarrior]

Agreed with nuance. I love these types of arcs sometimes but I think whether the redemption or self-sacrificial hero dying is bad writing or not really depends a lot on the context of the particular character. While most people seem to hate "redemption deaths" no matter the context, I hate them when the clear narrative motivation behind them is that the character doesn't deserve to live or it would be more complicated if they lived and they don't want to deal with that narrative, especially of the character themselves thinks they don't deserve to live and the narrative agrees with them by presenting their death as heartwarming and a fitting end/the best end a character could have after what they did (and unfortunately this is most of them in fiction). And especially if the thing they are atoning for really has nothing to do with any kind of selfishness or cowardice and in fact they were the "loyal to a cause above their own lives" type even pre-redemption. However I think it can work when their arc is about being selfish or cowardly, not being willing to give up even a little happiness or power or money for other people (and importantly in no way thinks they deserve death even when they atone), in which case giving up their very life can be the most impactful thing they could narratively do to show how they've changed. Or when they very much want to live but it's not the redemption that kills them but a "tragic hero" arc where the consequences of their flaws and mistakes do them in in a way that's presented as cathartic but not fundamentally deserved and they are able to have some realization of their wrongdoing/attempt to do good on the inevitable way out. Or if they are suicidal and think they deserve death but the narrative doesn't agree with them and their death when it happens is framed as tragically unnecessary rather than agreeing that it's a fitting ending. But I feel like this nuance gets lost with the "redemption deaths are bad no matter what" takes you usually see on this website.

And likewise with the self-sacrificial hero version, I sometimes love the trope of them living I'm a sucker for a good story about a suicidal character finding through hard struggle a reason to live, but if it's done wrong it can come across as protagonist-centric morality; if the character doesn't come off as suicidal but just doing the rational utilitarian thing in valuing a few or many others over their own life, but the narrative keeps criticizing them for that because don't they know they are the main character, so their life is more important than all of those NPCs? Especially if lots of other characters die including self-sacrifices in the story without being saved and it's only the main character who gets spared like this. While finding some contrived way to let said "NPCs" live anyway so they don't have to actually deal with the moral implications in implying the protagonist's life is more important than everyone else's.

i love when characters don't get to die

[tywrites]

secrets that you keep (talking in your sleep) | mateo manta

pairing: mateo manta x gn!reader

word count: 1,267

warnings: implied smut, wet dreams, dry humping

a/n: i need this blanket viscerally. hope you fellow blanket fuckers enjoy <3

part 2

It wasn’t a rare scenario to find you in. Curled up on the couch, wrapped up in your fuzzy, yellow blanket ­- the TV on a low volume in the background, playing some overdramatic reality show. The only difference, however, was that you were sleeping.

You didn’t often fall asleep on the sofa, especially after receiving the dateviators. Knowing that every object in your house was sentient honestly made you feel quite self-conscious a lot of the time. You didn’t even want to think about going to the bathroom. Sleeping on Betty was still a bit new to you but she was so chill about it that it didn’t bother you as much. But you didn’t know Koa super well yet. Sleeping on him felt a bit… awkward.

But here you were, soft snores leaving your mouth as you laid in your slumber. The most awkward part of it was that you’d left your dateviators on. They were slightly slid down your nose, but still working. Since you’d been hanging out with Mateo, you’d had them on to be able to converse with him. But now, your head was slumped on his shoulder, the soft material of his duvet jacket acting as a perfect pillow.

Mateo didn’t mind in the slightest. He actually thought it was adorable, gazing on your sweet, sleeping form with a small smile. He gently brushed the hair away from your face, his hand stilling as you shifted. He definitely didn’t want to wake you up. After a moment, you stopped moving, now cuddled into Mateo’s chest as your own rose and fell in even, relaxed breaths. He chuckled at how clingy you seemed to be in your sleep.

“Wow, mi vida,” he said softly. “Guess the inanimals really took it out of you today,”

You’d both had a pretty busy day. All of the inanimals had needed grooming, Sinclaire had dropped off a pretty hyper Sudsy, and Davi had even done his usual disappearing act again. All in all, quite a chaotic time for you both. Mateo of course was kinda used to it. But you? Not so much.

Mateo very cautiously shifted your positions, taking great care not to disturb your rest as he moved you both to a reclining position on the sofa. He propped himself up against the arm, allowing you to lie fully down on top of him, your face snuggled against his chest. Pure comfort. He sighed in content, allowing himself to enjoy this small moment of peace with you. His eyes closed and for a second, he wondered if he could afford to take a quick nap himself.

His eyes shot open as a curious noise broke through the silence.

He looked down at you, a bit confused. He swore he’d heard you speak.

He waited.

Nothing.

With a small frown, he closed his eyes.

There it was again! It was definitely coming from you. Only, it didn’t sound like words. He observed your sleeping form, silently waiting for it to happen again.

“Mmm…”

Oh.

Oh.

A flush settled on his cheeks, turning his face a rosy red. Maybe he was wrong. You couldn’t be… moaning. Right? You’d fallen silent once again, your face burying itself even deeper into his plush chest. Once in the desired position, you let out a satisfied sigh. He tried his hardest to calm his racing heartbeat. Chill, Mateo. He told himself. You’re clearly imagining things. They wouldn’t be-

“Ohh.. fuck,”

He bit his lip as you let out another moan, louder this time and slightly muffled into his chest. Yeah, he definitely wasn’t imagining this. He suddenly felt kind of creepy, as if he was completely invading your privacy. He would never, ever, under any circumstances, want to make you uncomfortable. And if you knew what he was hearing right now… Mateo felt conflicted.

The noises were becoming more frequent and you seemed to be having a very… pleasing dream. He didn’t want to wake you up… You’d been working so hard today and you really deserved the rest! But you also deserved privacy. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the pure awkwardness that would fill the room after he woke you up.

He didn’t get that chance.

“Mm… fuck yes… Mateo please,”

He froze. Did you… did you just say his name? Blood pounded in his ears, his cheeks heating up adorably. You whined in your sleep, biting your lip subconsciously as you began to grind your hips against him, searching for any kind of stimulation you could find. All the while, you whimpered out the most erotic noises Mateo had ever heard. He couldn’t believe you were still asleep.

Mateo could barely think straight, the noises you were making going straight to his head. And… straight to somewhere else. His body ran hot when he realised just how tight his usually comfy sweatpants had gotten. His cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“Mi amor, you’re gonna be the death of me...”

He had no idea what to do. Hearing you whine his name like that… It was insanely difficult for him to hold back from waking you up to hear exactly what your dream was about. He tried to take deep, calming breaths, raking a hand through his messy locks. But then, a thought struck him. The others; his fellow objects. They could probably hear you right now. I mean, you guys were literally laying on Koa. The idea of that, of them knowing how badly you wanted him… god, it drove him crazy.

You were still going at it, practically humping his thigh at this point. He honestly couldn’t stand it any longer. If you didn’t wake up soon, he’d be giving you one hell of a wake up call.

“Mateo, I need you… please,”

Ay dios mío, the way you were begging so sweetly for him – it drove him crazy. He felt like he was ready to burst. You two had never actually… done anything before. Your relationship was sweet, romantic and caring. Not that he’d never wanted to! It was kind of an awkward thing to bring up and you both were always so busy. But knowing that you’d been dreaming about it… god, he needed you too. Badly.

He gently placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb slowly stroking it, attempting to coax you from your deep slumber. He knew you slept better when you were with him, but he’d never seen you so deep in your sleep. It didn’t take too long to wake you, your eyes slowly fluttering open, blinking in the light of the TV.

“Fuck, did I fall asleep?” you asked hoarsely, rubbing at your eyes.

He chuckled nervously. “Yeah, you did. That tired, huh?”

You smiled up at him. “Must’ve been…” You yawned, stretching your arms. “God, I had the best dream,”

His eyes widened, looking at you curiously. Did… did you know you were talking in your sleep?

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it was…” You trailed off, a subtle blush rising to your cheeks. “...good, really uh, good,”

He couldn’t hold back the knowing chuckle. “Uh huh, I could tell…”

You looked at him, confusion evident in your eyes. It was only when he purposely rolled his hips up against your own that you realised what he’d meant. The hardness pressed against you left very little to the imagination. Your mouth dropped open and your body burned all over.

“H-how… how did you…”

He smirked, cupping your chin with a soft but firm hand.

“Anyone ever tell you that you talk in your sleep?”

[yourlipstogodsears]

Punish me (Jack Abbot Smut!)

Summary: Jack punishing his girlfriend after a bad call. Will he always be mean or will he give in?

(Jack being pissed off, fingering, spanking, pussy spanking, breath play, orgasm denial, mention of subdrop and subspace, traffic light safe wording, mention of tears, mention of body hair,

Jack's fingers move expertly over his girlfriend's clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. He watches the clock on his wrist, timing each orgasm down to the second. His voice is low and rough as he speaks dirty words into her ear, making sure she hears every filthy command.

she’s three deep already, the skin on her neck blush pink with marks where he nipped at her when she didn’t respond to his question quick enough.

Jack spreads his girlfriend's legs wider, spanking her pussy lightly with his free hand while his fingers work her sensitive clit. He sees the marks on her neck and grins darkly.

Jack leans in close when she whines at the spank, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers, “Shh, baby. You know you deserve that for disobeying me.” His fingers move faster, applying more pressure to her clit. He glances at his watch, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

her thighs are quaking she can barely hold her head up against the wall of the room in the hospital

Jack grabs a handful of her hair, forcing her head back against the wall as his fingers relentlessly rub her clit. He bites down hard on her neck, marking her further as he feels her orgasm building rapidly. “Cum on my fingers, now. Make it four.”

she pants, “I don’t think I can-”

Jack's voice drops to a dangerous level, “I didn't ask if you could.” He spanks her pussy again, harder this time. “I asked you to gimme one more.”

her lips move to protest…her eyes hazy, he’s close to overstimulating and subdrop. But he can’t have her subdrop on shift, They’re still on the clock.

Jack sees the haze in her eyes and the way her body is trembling too much. He knows she's close to subdrop and they can't afford that right now. He suddenly stops his fingers completely, leaving her empty and aching. “Enough. We're done here.”

she whines, her pussy clenches and flutters around his long thick fingers trying to urge him to move em again.

Jack pulls his fingers out slowly, watching as her pussy flutters around nothing. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact with her. “That's enough orgasms for now, sweetheart.”

“I thought you wanted four.. I can give you four” now her tone has changed since he stopped she’s desperate for it again. Unlike her protest.

Jack chuckles darkly at the shift in her tone. "You were ready to pass out two minutes ago. Don't try to manipulate your way into another one." He keeps his voice firm but gentle, knowing she's still in that needy subspace.

“You’re worried about a full drop..?”

Jack nods, his expression softening slightly. "Yes, I am. I can't have you dropping too hard right now when we're still on shift. You know how long it takes for you to come back from that." He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear gently. “Besides...”

she pouts, “am i atleast forgiven?”

not a chance.

He smirks at her pouting lip, knowing she's trying to change the subject from her orgasms. "Not even close, sunshine. You were a bad girl today. think you deserve anything more than what I just gave you?"

she pouts and looks at the tile of the empty exam room, “you don’t forgive me for still doing that risky procedure without your go ahead?”

His expression darkens slightly, but his voice remains soft. "especially not that. We've discussed this. Your stubbornness could've landed you in serious trouble. And don't try to distract me with those pouty lips either." He taps her bottom lip warningly.

“You’re no fun” she grumbles, which is a total bluff but she’s just pouting because she’s not being filled anymore. “I gotta go check on patients…”

Jack watches as she straightens her clothes and runs her hands through her hair, trying to look like she wasn't just almost given four orgasms against the wall. He smirks to himself. He knows she's pouting because he won't give her more orgasms.

He finishes the punishment at home where he can make her whine and cry loud. he is manhandling her, his strong hand holding her chin and throat like she’s a prize dog at a dog show while his hips pummel into her ass as he fucks her sloppy little hole. Even if he’s her boyfriend he can’t give her special treatment at their work. He doesn’t do favorites or special treatment.

Jack has her bent over the bed, his hand wrapped tightly around her throat as he pounds into her from behind. His other hand comes down hard on her ass, leaving a bright red handprint. "You thought you could disobey me and not face consequences, sweetheart?"

she whines and yelps at the spank, “n-no”

He squeezes her throat tighter, his hips slamming into her mercilessly. "Then why did you do it, hmm? Why did you think it was okay to go against my direct order?" He leans down, his breath hot against her ear as he growls the words.

she gasps her eyes flutter and she squeaks when his cock hits perfectly. She can barely form words but she tries, “thought you’d go easy on me”

Jack chuckles darkly, his hips never stopping their punishing rhythm. "Go easy on you? After you pulled that stupid stunt today? You really thought I'd let you get away with that?" He spanks her again, harder this time, making her yelp and clench around him.

she’s wetter by the second if it’s even possible. cum pouring from her like a continuous orgasm.

He feels her getting even wetter, her walls gripping him tightly as she whines and squeaks with each thrust and spank. His hand around her throat starts to gently squeeze and release in time with his hips, cutting off her air briefly before allowing her to gasp. "Answer me,"

“Y-yes”

His anger turns to pure dominance as he realizes how much she loves being punished. He spreads her cheeks wider, going even deeper with each thrust. "You thought I'd be gentle with my naughty girl? That I wouldn't make you pay for disobeying me?" He spanks her again and again.

she yelps, “yellow”

He immediately stops moving, his hand still wrapped around her throat but not squeezing anymore. His cock is still deep inside her, pulsing with the need to keep going. "Yellow means slow down and check in, not stop completely." His voice is firm but gentle compared to his previous tone. "Talk to me." She's panting heavily, her body shaking slightly from the overload of sensations and the brief lack of air.

tears are streaming down her face now. He’s never pushed her like this. It’s overwhelming but in a good way.

Seeing her tears, Jack softens his grip on her throat and gently strokes her cheek with his free hand. He leans down to kiss her shoulder softly, his hips still pressed against her but no longer moving. “Angel, are you okay? Do we need to stop?"

“Just yellow..”

He nods understandingly, slowing down his thrusts to a gentler pace. His hand moves from her throat to her hip, holding her steady as he continues to fuck her slowly. He kisses her neck softly, his voice gentle as he asks, "Too much too soon, princess?"

she nods, “Never been that rough before”

He pulls out slowly, making her whimper at the sudden emptiness. He turns her around to face him, cupping her face gently. "I'm sorry if I scared you or pushed too hard. You know I would never actually hurt you." He kisses her softly, "Let's slow down."

“M’Not scared… jus overstimulated”

He smiles softly, gently stroking her hair back from her face. "I know you're not scared, sweetheart. You're just feeling everything..." His hands move to her waist, pulling her closer. "Want me to continue, but slow and sweet now? No more spanking or choking?"

“If you think I deserve it.” she mumbles.

He laughs softly and kisses her forehead. "You deserve it, right now you need cuddles and slow lovemaking, not punishment." He lifts her up and lays back on the bed, pulling her on top of him. "Come here, princess."

she’s sat in riding position now, his hands rest on her hips softly, his eyes meeting hers with pure adoration. "Look at you, so beautiful." He gently adjusts himself beneath her, lining up with her entrance. "Ride me slowly, baby. Just like that." His fingertips trace her sides gently.

she gently sinks back onto his cock, she whines when her achy clit brushes the coarse hair that frame his cock. He’s trimmed down there because he personally hates a jungle down there but not completely silky smooth either. He’s gets that from his military days to trim body hair.

He notices her whine and the slight shift in her expression, understanding the sensation she's feeling. He smiles softly, knowing how sensitive she is down there. "Does that feel good, baby? The little bit of roughness against your clit?" He keeps his hips still, letting her set the pace.

she nods, “no touch” she bumbles out.

He chuckles softly, respecting her request. He keeps his hands on her hips but doesn't touch her anywhere else. He watches as she slowly rocks herself on him, the coarse hair around his cock rubbing against her sensitive clit with each movement. "Fuck, baby..." His eyes roll back slightly.

it’s not a full pump just gentle grinds of her hips. adjusting his cock head to hit her spot that makes her brain melt.

His hands flex on her hips as she finds that perfect grinding spot. He can feel her inner walls fluttering around him with each gentle movement. He bites his lip to hold back his own pleasure, focusing on her and how beautifully she's using him for her own satisfaction. "Right there..."

she nods, “can I keep going?”

"Of course, baby. Keep grinding on me just like that..." His voice is soft and husky with desire as he watches her use him perfectly. One hand moves to trace her thigh, but he stops himself, remembering she doesn't want to be touched elsewhere right now.

“You can touch there just not my button.” she hates saying clit during sex. Feels clunky.

He smiles at her permission, his hand moving to gently stroke her thigh. His thumb brushes against her inner thigh close to her center but doesn't touch her sensitive spot directly. "I won't touch your button right now..." His other hand moves to her waist to help guide her movements slightly.

“Thank you-”

He cuts her off with a soft kiss, his thumb pressing gently against her inner thigh right below where she doesn't want to be touched. He kisses her deeply as she continues to grind on him, his hand on her waist helping her move in a slow, circular motion. "Shh..."

she hums and melts in the kiss her hips jerk softly as the heat rushes through her body, she’s grips tight to his bicep “Jack” she squeaks.

He breaks the kiss to look into her eyes, his thumb pressing a little harder against her inner thigh as her hips jerk. He can feel her getting closer, her inner walls starting to squeeze him rhythmically. "That's it, baby. Keep grinding on my cock..." His voice is low and encouraging.

“Can I cum?” she’s so used to having to ask with him. even as she uses him for pleasure she’s still asking permission.

His eyes soften at her question, his thumb gently stroking her inner thigh in a soothing motion. "Yes, baby. You can cum. Use my cock to get yourself off." He keeps his voice gentle but firm, encouraging her to let go and take her pleasure from him.

[julessuretries]

Seeing people call Ragatha an "abuser" post episode 5 is actually insane to me because for me, episode 5 singlehandedly sold me on her character, whereas before I was kind of apathetic.

She's not "toxically positive" - she's just got some sort of fawn response given her mommy issues and feels like she needs to be "well-behaved and proper" in order for people to like her.

One of my closest friends from college was exactly like this and it was hard to see them go through the recurring issue of being unable to break past surface-level acquaintanceships with people precisely because they were "too nice". Like, do you know how uncomfortable it is to have to explain to someone they'd probably have an easier time connecting with people if they, just, stopped being overly helpful? It's a really weird conversation to have: like, am I actually encouraging this person to be worse? I kid you not at one point I think I actually said "you'd be better of if you were meaner", but, like, no one else was willing to say it and he was desperate so I guess I had to.

But unfortunately the only person who'd ever be bold enough to do that in the show is Jax (because he's literally already done it) but it's hard for Ragatha, or anyone, for that matter, to take any advice he gives sincerely even if he's kind of right because he's already such a jerk (and might be projecting some of his own mommy issues if we're being honest).

Looking back at the pilot, Ragatha's behavior towards Pomni seems all the more depressing. She literally pounced on the opportunity to befriend Pomni from minute one because newcomers are rare and I imagine she's been lonely for a very long time. Which is why seeing Jax do a better job bonding with Pomni gets under her skin because from her perspective she's put in way more effort and therefore deserves her friendship more. That's obviously a very transactional and problematic way of viewing relationships, but isn't surprising given what we've learned about her upbringing. She's likely been taught that love is something that can be earned with enough effort and is now reaching her limit having to come to terms with that not being the case.

The best things in life come free. Genuine connections have to form naturally. While I'm not totally convinced that Jax is being fully honest in his attempts to befriend Pomni, I do think he understands something that Ragatha doesn't. People want to be friends with people they can relate to and trust. And even if Pomni isn't a jerk like Jax, she at the least can rest assured she's seen the worst of him, whereas Ragatha could reveal her "real self" at any time. It's about taking a calculated risk - even if Ragatha deep down is still a nice person (which I personally think she is), there's no way for anyone else to know that for sure. It's less risky to be friends with people who are more open about their flaws than with someone who feels like they could crack at any moment and you'd have no idea what would spill out.

Ragatha is a really tragic character but also so incredibly real. Unfortunately even if she did decide to be more "genuine" with who she was as a person she'd still have a long journey ahead of her, since I'm not very convinced she even knows who she is.

Wow this episode was good.

“We need more complex female characters”

YALL COULDNT HANDLE HER

It’s crazy that her character flaw is thinking that if she ever expresses a negative emotion everyone will dislike her and yall immediately proved her right. Goddamn.

[secretlifeofliyahh]

FLATLINE

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: cussing, angst, one kiss

↳ side note: paige comes home and sees you

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 paige bueckers x fem!reader (angst | one kiss | gxg | very long)

You weren’t supposed to see her.

Not again. Not here. Not in Minnesota. Not after she left you standing in the damn hallway of Hopkins High with nothing but a shaky breath, wet cheeks, and a heart that hadn’t stopped flatlining since the day she boarded that plane to Connecticut.

But here she was.

Back in the place she once called home. Back where it all started. Back in the grocery store parking lot at 7:47pm on a Thursday like her presence wouldn’t rip something raw and unresolved open in your chest.

She saw you before you could duck your head.

“Y/N?”

Her voice was exactly the same — soft, lilting, just enough rasp to remind you of summer nights on your porch when she'd read you poetry with a flashlight under her chin and pretend it was Shakespeare.

You froze.

Not from fear. Not from surprise.

From anger.

“You really came back?” you said, teeth clenched.

She blinked, already defensive. “I mean… it’s home.”

You laughed once. Bitter. “Oh, now it’s home.”

She flinched.

Because she knew.

She knew what she did. She knew what she left behind.

You.

She texts you later.

“can we talk?”

You leave her on read.

She tries again the next day. Then the next. Until finally, it’s Saturday night and your chest feels too heavy with everything you’ve never said, and she sends you a final one:

“i’m outside.”

You look out the window. She’s in that same gray hoodie she used to wear after practice, leaning against her car like she doesn’t know you’ve dreamed of yelling at her for years.

You walk outside.

You don't say a word.

“I didn’t know how to say goodbye,” she mumbles before you can open your mouth. “So I didn’t.”

You squint at her through the porch light.

“And you think that’s an excuse?”

“No,” she admits. “But I was seventeen. I thought if I left fast enough, it’d hurt less.”

“For who?”

That lands.

She shifts her weight. Looks down at her shoes. “You,” she says, almost like a whisper. “Me. Both of us.”

“You didn’t just leave, Paige. You disappeared. I had to find out from your mom that you were gone. You kissed me the night before and said you’d call, and then I never heard from you again. You acted like we—like I—meant nothing.”

“You meant everything,” she says immediately.

You scoff. “Yeah. Sure. That’s why you couldn’t even text back once.”

“I didn’t know how to deal with it. You were the one person who made this place feel like more than just a stepping stone. And I needed to leave. For me. For my career. But if I stayed for you, I knew I’d never go.”

“And you couldn’t have told me that?”

“I was a coward.”

The words hang in the night.

“I thought about you every day,” she continues, slower. “In dorm rooms. After games. On the court. I looked for you in every crowd like maybe you’d show up and scream at me or something.”

You finally look at her fully, throat dry. “And what would you have done if I had?”

“I would’ve deserved it.”

The porch light flickers. She’s standing so close now you can smell that same vanilla body wash she used to steal from your shower. You hate how much of her you remember.

“I didn’t just lose my girlfriend,” you say, voice cracking. “I lost my best friend.”

“I know,” she whispers. “And I’m so sorry, Y/N. You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve me—at least not how I was back then.”

You laugh bitterly. “Then why are you here now?”

She swallows. “Because I never stopped loving you.”

The silence after that is so loud it could break the moon.

You breathe, just once, before speaking.

“You don’t get to come back and say that like it’s supposed to fix everything.”

“I know.”

You take a shaky step toward her. Then another. And then you’re right there, close enough to see the shimmer of guilt in her eyes.

“I don’t forgive you,” you say.

She nods.

“But I missed you,” you add, a whisper.

“I missed you more.”

And then, you don’t know who moves first—but her hand is on your cheek and your fingers are in her hoodie and she kisses you like nothing’s ever changed, like time is a liar, like seventeen didn’t shatter everything you ever had.

Just one kiss.

One breath between two broken girls who never got their goodbye.

And maybe this isn’t a beginning. Maybe it’s not even a second chance.

But it’s something.

And for now, that’s enough.

END.

TAGLIST @2prettyyjayahhh , @24hrssofnea , @americasfavoritelesbian , @archivessofkassidee

[thesportsprgirl]

Since Lando is involved, there's of course a particular narrative that has popped up around his Monster release and which other drivers deserve it more, so I'm going to get on my professional soap box once again because oh my god shut the fuck up already.

My creds: dual BS in Business Analytics and Marketing. MA in Strategic Communication (thesis on sports PR in the social media age). MBA with a sports economics coursework emphasis. Consultant working in corporate partnerships in a variety of sports, including motorsport.

Based on what I've seen today, people have no idea how much work goes into securing personal sponsors. In order to get a personal sponsorship deal, you and your team have to pitch the sponsor and demonstrate the value that it will bring to their business through things like DATA and RESEARCH. Engagement metrics, impressions, reach, products sold, brand recognition, return on investment, etc.

If a McLaren sponsor does a personal sponsorship of Lando as well, it's because his team pitched and demonstrated that the metrics bear out that it would be worth their money. It's not like oh let's throw money at this kid bc VIBES. Or bc Zak Brown says we had to. I keep seeing people implying that they just picked him on a whim, when things like this take ages to decide, with a ton of data, a ton of research, and a ton of really smart people analyzing it before making the call.

You have to show a sponsor the reasons that they should work with you and why it's worth their money. Lando and Quadrant have done that. And it's a fuckton of work to not only get them, but to deliver the results to retain them. Some of those results are in the form of social media engagement that they've gotten from Lando and his brands likely before the drink was even contracted.

Identifying sponsors, pitching and securing their money, etc. is a multi-billion dollar industry that requires a ton of work, data analysis, content testing, focus group testing, etc. The people saying "it should have been _____" clearly either have a personal bias or don't understand the level of personal brand you have to have to get this sort of a deal.

Lando has larger reach, more engagement, recognizable brands with very passionate followings, etc. when compared to some of the other drivers people are bringing up here. He's selling out merch collection after merch collection after merch collection, and that is not true of 90% of the other drivers on the grid. He sold so many tickets to Landostand that they quite literally BUILT ANOTHER GRANDSTAND. And sold that one out, too! These are things that come with a ton of value to sponsors. Sponsors are seeking out his audience based on demographics. It's not some sort of conspiracy, it's business.

Right now, there are a couple of drivers that are LEAGUES above the others when it comes to the effort they've put into developing their personal brand, ability to drive product, and relevancy within high disposable income and retail-spending fan demographics (Lando over indexes with four key demos: young women, highly educated women, queer men, families with children). Averaged across these "big spender demos," Lando is in the top 2. I can say that based on the data I have at my fingertips.

tl;dr - Monster is looking to sell product. Data says Lando Norris sells product because people actually like him very much.

[bewitched-hours]

Forsaken | Mafioso & (His)Child!Reader (Part 2)

See part 1 here @lopfuuinhareanon @albinoxp Hope you enjoy o(≧▽≦)o

Reader gets She/Her again~

"And you're sure?" Chance asked you with a perplexed look.

"I saw them! They hesitated!" You protested, struggling against the gambler's grip with tears running over your cheeks.

Nothing you remembered in your past could've prepared you for watching your father actually kill someone. You knew he did it without question, you knew he'd sometimes come home with blood on him and need a bath before you could shower him in affection and stories from what you did with whichever goon stayed behind to watch you.

But you've never seen him actively kill someone...

And when you were the one he got, it felt even worse... Like you've done something to deserve this.

But sometimes... Even he seemed to hesitate when you pleaded with him, telling him you still believed in him even as he killed you.

Somehow... You knew he could hear you... Or at least your fear...

You figured if you just refused to give up, he would remember and win over the Spectre's hold...

"I saw dad too! He had that look again!" You tried to stomp your feet in the air until Chance hid in a building and let you down finally.

You knew he meant well, seeing as you were a bit slower with your shorter legs. Even your bunny speed can't get you so far...

You looked out carefully, watching the goons scramble to find you with an odd look to them... Like they felt guilty...

It honestly broke your heart. Even though they've killed you several times, you still saw them as family and knew you'd forgive them in a heartbeat. It wasn't their fault the Spectre made them turn against you...

You couldn't help but let out soft squeaks. Nothing like the ones you'd show when you let any of the survivors pet you but more with a sad undertone to it. Chance could only pray to his lady luck that the goons wouldn't hear it as you watched them split to look for the gambler and you.

"Kid, I know you can't control your squeaks but is there a way to muffle them at least?" He whispered nervously, trying not to sound upset.

He knew you just wanted your life back. Everyone did.

But they to focus on the present, as did you.

"Sorry..." You muttered, your squeaks quieting down until they were barely heard. You knew Chance felt bad about it though as he proceeded to lead you to a generator and help you with the puzzle so the generator would be done quicker.

By the time you've finished the round and won with Chance as the last two standing, you felt homesick again.

This time though, the survivors tried to trust you a bit more and went to make the table, simply handing you paper and crayons again so you went off to draw like usual until dinner was ready.

You learned the routine by now. Each 'day' has about 6 to 7 rounds before you were all allowed a longer break to have dinner and sleep.

You would get 10 hours to sleep and clean before it all repeated... It exhausted you mentally- wait...

There was a sudden song outside... A whistling you recognized anyday.

You looked to the other survivors and made sure they were distracted with dinner while you quietly snuck out.

"Sorry..." You whispered whilst slipping through the door to find the source of the whistling. A pit practically formed in your stomach and tears prodded through your eyelids as a lump formed in your throat.

It couldn't be a coincidence... It had to be them...

It was the exact melody they would whistle to help you sleep after a nightmare...

Hmm, should the child join the killers, I wonder~?

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[melwnst]

────── ⋆⋅☆ ILLICIT AFFAIRS, SAM WINCHESTER

summary. Being in love with his brother’s girlfriend drives Sam insane.

↬now playing| illicit affairs by Taylor Swift

⭑.ᐟshould I write a part two where they physically cheat so I can make some people cry for Dean? 🤭

word count. 748

supernatural masterlist/full masterlist

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Sam stares as his soul is being ripped apart from him for the millionth time.

He stares until he feels his heart shatter into smaller parts day after day.

He’s not sure how his heart still works.

He’s not sure he has one anymore, actually.

He stares, he wonders, he tries not to cry because surely he’s being ridiculous.

He’s probably the worst brother in history of brothers.

He knows he doesn’t deserve you.

He sure as hell knows he’ll never have you.

Maybe that part of him that hopes so much is what keeps him alive after all.

The nights spent wondering about what life would look like if only you’d chosen him and not Dean.

The countless dreams and what ifs keeping him awake constantly- wanting nothing more but to just love you.

He thinks maybe loving you from a distance will still help- because at least he still gets to- you’re still an important part of his life- at least he has that- you.

He wants to scream sometimes.

He wants to scream at Dean, because although Sam knows he loves you, you still deserve better.

Maybe not him- but better.

Maybe it’d be easier if you were with anyone else other than his brother.

Maybe he wouldn’t want to scream so much.

He wants to scream at you to wake up and see what’s right there in front of you.

He wants to show you everything he’s ever wanted to give you.

Then- loving from a distance doesn’t feel so right anymore.

It feels itchy, like it’s right there under his skin, like it’s laughing at him, playing, making him believe all this time only to hit him in the face with the reality that it’s truly never going to happen.

Surely you’ll get your happy ending.

Maybe with Dean- probably not.

Maybe with a stranger.

Maybe with Sam in another life.

Sam’s not so sure he deserves a happy ending.

Not with you.

Not with someone else- because truthfully, he doesn’t see himself loving anyone other than you, and that eats at him.

His brain plays tricks sometimes.

He swears he can see you looking from across the room.

Glancing at him and looking away the moment he catches your eye like you didn’t mean to be caught.

He sees you bite your lip when he talks like you can’t hear a single word he says, like you need him in order to breathe.

He probably imagines all of it.

The way you reach for his hand trying to comfort him- as a friend.

The way you look at him when dean’s not looking or not around.

The way your hands get sweaty around him, the beat of your heart fastening and him swearing he can almost hear it.

He’s not okay with the what ifs.

He wants to tell you.

Except he doesn’t.

He doesn’t want to be a horrible brother.

He knows his brother would kill him.

He doesn’t want to break that bond with him, drift away only because he wasn’t fast enough getting the girl of his dreams.

He doesn’t act but he wonders if you feel it.

If you feel the tension, sometimes sexual, sometimes just in the air like unspoken words eating at the both of you like torture.

He wonders if maybe, just maybe there’s a chance out there.

In 20 years.

Right now.

In another life, or universe.

He stares at the ceiling at night thinking about all of the times he could’ve acted on it before you even thought of falling for Dean.

He doesn’t know that you do the same thing.

You think about all of the times he reached for your hand and you pulled back as if you didn’t see it because you were too scared.

You think of the times he’d read to you to help you fall asleep, something Dean’s never done.

The way he’d ramble about his favorite books, geek over his favorite movies not knowing you actually love them just as much.

It’s unspoken but it’s there.

Maybe Dean deserves to know.

Maybe you don’t deserve either of them.

Perhaps the universe is sending you messages with the way you can’t stop thinking about another man.

About Sam.

A small part of you wishes that Dean would just up and leave. Break your heart so Sam can patch it up.

Maybe that makes you a terrible person.

But maybe love is there.

Maybe it’s never going away.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[gatheringbones]

the thing is: because both c and I were parentified (albeit in wildly different ways serving wildly different needs) we both have a deeply hard-won conception of ourselves as deserving to be able to grow and change and experiment and transform in our adulthood the way we ought to have been allowed to as children, but from the perspective that we’re both stunted and deformed traumatized adults who have been interfered with since we were preverbal. nobody’s saving or healing anybody from anything: we can’t be saved from what’s already happened and there’s no healing damage that runs that deep. we’re just good buddies who find it really personally satisfying when the other does something weird and unpalatable that would have gotten us stone cold murdered by our caretakers if we’d done it as kids.

[auroraapple22]

Woman is not a collection of acts, clothes or a pronoun. It's biology. It IS who you are, feminine or no. You should love your body and respect it as it is for the sole reason that it's got you this far, and when it's all said and done, your OWN mind and your OWN body is all we truly possess in this world.

You should be grateful for what you have and you should thank your body and love it exactly as it is, because it loves you and carries you through life, even though you've hated it and berated it and starved it and everything else. It continued to carry you, even when you prayed for it to die.

If you truly love your body, separate from all the expectations that come with the word "feminine," you will be happier and you will be at peace.

Your lovely body, who has carefully taken care of you from before you were even born. Before you had your first thought, your body was there. Breathing for you. It does not deserve mutilation at the hands of their keeper simply because it dared to be female.

When I decided to love my body as my body rather than hate my body because it's a woman's body and society tells us women's bodies are dangerous and dirty, my whole entire life changed. I was finally able to start LIVING as a PERSON rather than SUFFERING as a WOMAN. .

This is my greatest wish for you.

Hope that helps.

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[circeyoru]

Shadow and Void _ Part 13

[Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x Enemy Monarch!Reader]

Arc 1: Part 1 ― Part 2 ― Part 3 Arc 2: Part 4 ― Part 5 Arc 3: Part 6 ― Part 7 Arc 4: Part 8 ― Part 9 ― Part 10 ― Part 11 ― Special Arc 5: Part 12 ― Part 13 (here) ― Part 14  ― Part 15 (links will be updated when the last part is out)

You summoned a tornado of mist whirling and surrounding Jinwoo who was encased in Sillad’s ice. You knew for a fact that Jinwoo had a chance of survival because you knew Ashborn wouldn’t let his careful work go to waste. If Ashborn or even a small fraction of his being was within Jinwoo’s body or his powers, then there is a chance for Jinwoo.

One slight chance that even your human vessel didn’t have. You held onto that hope and protected Jinwoo from the others that wanted to finish the job. You can hold on until the transformation is complete, you can hold on until the true Shadow Monarch arrives.

Please… Jinwoo…

This fourth life if he manages to ascend to a true Monarch. First, as his ordinary human self, second as his weak Hunter self, third as his growing Hunter self and being the successor Ashborn was so proud of, and last would be the fourth where he takes over completely and Ashborn will be no more but a distant memory. As much as you hated the thought of it, you can’t overlook Ashborn’s will and deeds. Jinwoo is practically his pride and joy from this point on. So you’ll do everything in your power to ensure he is among the living.

But more so because Sung Jinwoo had grown on you as someone separate from Ashborn, an irreplaceable individual in your life as well.

“Step away while we’re still asking, Monarch of Void.” Sillad warned with his spearhead pointed at you. Rakan and Querehsha joined him on either side. “You are still able to join the right side, we won’t tell the Monarch of Destruction about your actions.”

You held your ground, the layer of mist thickening at your ankles, “Try and move me away.” Your grip on your weapon tightened as you gave it a swing to show your undeterred will. “I have forsaken Ashborn once, I won’t repeat my mistake.”

Querehsha laughed, “How was that a mistake? What you did was honourable. Deserving! He was too strong and ignorant. It was only right for us to put him in his place.”

A knot twisted in your form, as unpleasant as it was, you knew you deserved the suffering. For what you did to Ashborn, this was the least of your sufferings. “None of you are coming near the successor of the Monarch of Shadows.” Your eyes glowed as a wave of aura pushed everything back by a few feet, even the three Monarchs, “This oath I hereby stake, a foreshadow of the future to come. I, Monarch of Void, vow on my power as a Monarch; Sung Jinwoo will not be touched by any of you for Sung Jinwoo will prevail over all you Monarchs.”

Silver aura outlined your form and Jinwoo’s, you glared at them all as they took a step back from shock and annoyance. It was apparent why they would feel and be threatened by a mere declaration from you, for it held meaning and power unlike any other done in the universe. To stake your power meant whatever you vowed upon would come to pass. 

While you do hold the power to strengthen your allies, your main power is to create a future you foresee. The only downside was that it would not be for yourself. It must be directed at another individual and cannot be repeated. That was how Ashborn, who was the strongest, was defeated by a simple betrayal. When you wanted to bring Ashborn back, you found that you couldn’t take back what you had staked. You were a coward to bend towards the will of the other Monarchs. You were a coward for staying neutral and being taken advantage of.

Never again. Even if when you are making enemies of the other Monarchs, you will side with Ashborn, and that also applied to his successor, whom he cherishes and you love.

[TITLES OF ‘MONARCH OF VOID’ HAVE BEEN REVEALED.]

- <HARBINGER OF SUCCESS> AND <KEEPER OF OATH> 

[A SKILL OF ‘MONARCH OF VOID’ HAS BEEN REVEALED.]

- PROMISE OF THE FUTURE

[CONGRATULATIONS! ‘PLAYER’ HAS GAINED THE FULL TRUST AND SUPPORT OF THE ‘MONARCH OF VOID’.]

- YOU WILL BE ABLE TO KEEP THE MONARCH BY YOUR SIDE AS YOU WANTED.

Within the prison of ice, Jinwoo was reliving his life as if time had gone in reverse. Everywhere he looked, you weren’t there, as you only appeared when the Chairman was attacked. That was the starting point of your interactions. However, before he could search for you, he needed to build his army from the ground up. If you were anything like the first time he met, you would be extremely hostile and wary of him. Even treating him as something insignificant.

He went through the same trials. Did everything he recalled up until that point, where he dreamed of him dying. He ignored the repeated notification window where he was asked if he wanted to restart the world. He knew of your appearance, and he knew of your home. Yet when he got there, you were nowhere to be found. As if you didn’t exist.

So he called out to the void around him, “Why don’t you stop this. I know that all of this is an illusion! So stop this charade and reveal yourself!! How much longer are you planning to look down on me from above?!”

The inside surroundings of a vacant cave immediately changed to that of a black void, water ripples spread out at his feet under him. Millions of windows displaying the same repeated message surrounded him to the point it made a golden cylinder wall around him as high as the eye could see. Then they all disappeared as the clink of metal echoed and the sound of footsteps announced an arrival.

“You must be the King of the Dead that the Monarch of Void was so enraptured with.” Jinwoo’s gaze turned to the black entity that appeared. A suit of armour covered his body, then shadows cloaked him like a cape. Finally, there were neon purple eyes, hair, and patterns that highlighted his figure. “Ashborn.”

“If you wanted to, you could live in this world for eternity. It would be like never waking up from the most wonderful dream.” Ashborn spoke, neither affirming nor denying his claim. 

The thought of leaving you behind was unbearable. Right this moment… Three Monarchs were in the human realm and you were defendless without him. You didn’t even do anything while he was battling against the other Monarchs. Although it was a relief that you didn’t help the other Monarchs, you didn’t help him either. “Are you telling me to be trapped within this illusion you have created?” 

“No. I did not create this world. You are responsible for its creation.” Ashborn’s form changed to that of Song Chi-Yul. “It’s a world created by combining your desire to correct your mistakes up until now, together with my power. In other words, this is my territory.” Now it was Lee Joohee’s appearance, “This is the eternal rest…” A bloodied Kim Sangshik, “Death.” His sister, Jinah, “I have been watching you for far longer than you could possibly imagine. You, who had always been closer than anyone to death, yet so desperately resisting against it.”

“Like the Monarch of Void’s vessel… So is this where you make a vow to take my body?” Jinwoo will resist in however way he can. So long as he rejected the deal, he’ll keep his body and you will remain by his side.

Ashborn’s form changed to his mother’s. “There won’t be any vows. The Monarch of Void and I do things differently, I am sure you were informed.” The Monarch stared back at Jinwoo with a knowing look, “I am the record of your struggles, the evidence of your resistance, and the reward of your sufferings. I am death, I am eternal rest, as well as terror. I am…” Finally, he took Jinwoo’s E-Rank Hunter form with dull dead eyes that reflected nothing in them, “You.” He raised a hand and made a tree grow out of nothingness, “And within my territory, you are able to do anything you want.” His form changed to a transition build Jinwoo once took, “You are able to turn my servants into yours,” A flower formed and quickly withered to dust, “And absorb my power from them.”

Jinwoo backed up a bit as the void turned into a lush green clearing within the forest. When he looked up, Ashborn had taken the form of Cha Hae-In. “Although it’s only possible within your own territory, the power to create, destroy and change the world is an omnipotent power. One that the Monarch of Void shares but far outweighs mine.”

“Are you saying that you and I possess the same power?”

Ashborn grinned with Hae-In’s face, yet a purple glow outlined her form and her eyes glowed purple, their distance perfectly shadowed her facial features that it appeared ominous. “I’ve been waiting for the day we finally meet for a very long time now. Talking face to face and not through reviewed memories.” The scenery returned back to the void of darkness, and Ashborn appeared in all his glory. “I am the Shadow Monarch. The King of the Dead who rules over the power of death, and the administrator of the deepest part of the darkness.”

“I have a few questions… But the most pressing one is about the Monarch of Void.”

“Eager to return to the Monarch of Void’s side?”

Jinwoo glared at Ashborn, “If what you said was true and this world was made by my desires and your powers combined. Why wasn’t the Monarch of Void present at all? And why, despite taking the forms of so many that have influenced me, did you not take the Monarch of Void’s form?”

Ashborn wondered if he should answer truthfully. He has been watching, so he knew the obsession Jinwoo held when it came to matters concerning you. If he knew the truth of your being, he imagined Jinwoo would be locking you away from the world and his humanity might all be gone. “The Monarch of Void is… A being unlike other Monarchs and the Rulers.” A familiar window displaying your information appeared before Jinwoo. “Notice that the first label in the [Class] section was ‘Space’, as simple as it sounds, the Monarch of Void is space itself. They, she, he, it, have no form to call their, her, his, its own. The Monarch of Void could only appear to you in the flesh and in a solid form because of that vessel. Otherwise… The Monarch of Void will cease to exist in anyone’s memory, just as one would ignore space that covets all.”

“...” This complicated things… No wonder you always have that smoky appearance and never seem to have anything that was solid. “Why… was I chosen? The Monarch of Void said I was a vessel then I was a successor. What game are you playing?”

“I shall show you. Our beginning and end… And also, your beginning.”

Outside, you protected Jinwoo’s form from Sillad and Rakan who have changed their target to you after you had spoken your oath that guaranteed the envisioned future. If you were to die, then there was a chance that that future you speak of wouldn’t come to pass. You long abandoned your human vessel into your realm to be in your true form, even if it’s just a while, you would be invincible against their onslaught. You can’t use much of your powers, but you will be able to fulfil your goal.

“He’s dead for sure, why do you guard that?” Rakan growled.

“I make the final judgment. You stay where you are.” Your misty form resembles that of a snake, your tail curled around the ice and your upper body with a pair of arms with razor-sharp claw at the end of each finger, your eyes glowed and smokey whisps made up your threatening aura. “I will give you a chance. Leave us be.”

Black and purple lightning flashed from the ice, you and the others looked to Jinwoo, finding his right chest burning with a dark purple flame that resembled a heart. Your eyes widened as you realized what you once feared to be happening, now you were glad that Jinwoo was the one to remain even when Ashborn would be gone as a result.

“Don’t tell me…!” Sillad’s jaw clenched as he immediately summoned his spear. 

“No, we can’t let this happen!” Rakan roared as his claws elongated.

We must stop the true King from descending after the fake King has died! The two Monarchs’ thoughts aligned as they came at what you have been protecting. Once the true King descends, the fake is no more and the oath is void, but! A human is still easier to kill than a Monarch!

You briefly wondered if you should send them both into your realm, however, your vessel was left there defendless and you can’t leave Jinwoo alone. You didn’t need to do anything as a third party abruptly appeared and kicked Rakan’s face and knocked him into Sillad whose eyes widened from the unsuspected attack. You forcefully stopped yourself from laughing since this was serious, but you still released a snicker.

The third party landed and stood protectively in front of Jinwoo and indirectly you since you were wrapped around Jinwoo’s ice block. You recognized the golden outline of aura, he wielded daggers, reminding you of Jinwoo’s fighting style, his voice deep and raspy, “From here on, none shall touch this child.”

Note: Sorry about the late posting. Got a bit of work to deal with. Now... Ta da~~ The real power of Reader is revealed!! Too OP? Well, later on, it'll be explained. I hope. Hope you guys enjoyed.

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Emerald was Abused

Emerald: Jaune I'm sorry. I know I messed up and -

Jaune: *checking Emerald’s condition*

Emerald: What are you doing?

Jaune: Are you okay?

Emerald: Yeah.

Jaune: You sure? You're not hurt right?

Emerald: Yes Jaune I'm fine.

Jaune: Alright then. Come on.

Emerald: Wait, aren't you mad?

Jaune: Why? Why would I be mad?

Emerald: Because I messed up.

Jaune: How?

Emerald: Because I got caught.

Jaune: … … … Question; Um, did you get the info I needed?

Emerald: Yeah.

Jaune: Did you fold and tell anyone of your past or anything that could jeopardize our plan?

Emerald: No.

Jaune: Are you alive?

Emerald: Yes.

Jaune: Then what's there to apologize for? You're alive and I got my information. But more importantly you're alive which I appreciate even more than just getting ahead.

Emerald: Wait so you value my life? Even after everything I have done?

Jaune: I mean I will never forgive you for what you did in the past. But I am willing to give you a chance to do right in the present. That depends on you though. So until you give me a reason not to, yes, I value your life.

Emerald: … … …

Jaune: Why are you finding this hard to believe?

Emerald: …. …. …

Jaune: Has Cinder or Salem ever thanked you for anything? Mainly Cinder.

Emerald: … … …

Jaune: Okay I am getting scared to ask. What does Cinder do if you mess up? Talk out of line? Or say anything she doesn't want to hear?

Emerald: … …. ….

Jaune: Oh my god. I have another one. Emerald, do you have a favorite food? Do you want to eat out? My treat.

Emerald: Yeah… that would be nice.

Jaune: *sigh* I really need to kill that bitch. Or help Ruby, Winter or somebody do it because- oh my- the more I learn about her the more she doesn't deserve to live or breathe.