#I mean...they're not doing anything BAD exactly...

[howtobegirly]

if you mysteriously disappear in this forest, be nice to the ghosts. they are my friends. the old hag that lives near the southwestern edge of the forest...well, our relationship is a little more complicated. it isn't...bad, per se, and i'm not certain i could call her evil, exactly, but...well, i suppose we didn't really get off on the right foot when i first moved here.

well, moved may not be the best word for it. to be more precise, i was hiking here one day, on an overgrown used-to-be-path close to the eastern side of the woods, running south, and then i got stuck here & couldn't find a way back out. i don't mean that i got lost, i mean trapped. supernaturally. i made my way back down the path i had cleared--it was pretty obvious which way i had come because i had used my machete (a gift from my uncle) to cut my way through the blackberry vines--all the way back to the trailhead I had marked with a neon-pink scrunchie tied to a sharpened stick (i had planned to make a better marker later, the next time i hiked), but as soon as I stepped back out into the clearing (that led up to the abandoned road i'd found the week before, which is what started this whole thing), i...huh. y'know i actually don't know what happened then. i just remember waking up back in the witch's little hut in the woods, with her pacing around muttering to herself as she examined bottles and jars full of questionable substances. it was clear that many of them were plants, but not like anything i'd ever seen growing around here.

yeah, of course i thought she was crazy the first time we met. i couldn't tell if she had rescued me from something, or if she had kidnapped me to prevent me from leaving the woods. i still don't have an answer on that. i've asked her how she found me that day, tried to piece together what happened there at the edge of the forest, but she never answered me. always just keeps on muttering to herself as she mixes her potions of...unknown intent. i've asked about those, too, of course, and her reply is always more mumbling.

i've been able to pick out a few words here and there, mostly names. Amos, Bill, Henry, Buck, and Adela are some of the ghosts. Some of the other names, I'm not sure about. Perhaps they're ghosts i haven't met yet. you might not know this, but most of the fog around here isn't actually fog.

at any rate...we see each other around the woods frequently, being that we both live and forage here now (though nothing growing in this forest seems to match the various jarred ingredients i saw in her cottage), and things are...awkward between us. perhaps it's because i initially thought she was an evil witch (i admit, i may have judged her unfairly at first). or maybe it's just that its difficult to communicate with each other. i've tried to be friendlier, bringing her food i've made and patching up the roof of her hut. in return, she gives me mystery potions. i have no idea what any of them do. i tried one once and woke up hours later next to the stream, hair coated in mud, and having inexplicably sewn patches of moss as epaulettes and cuffs onto my patagonia fishing shirt (why did i even have my sewing repair kit in my backpack for a quick day hike? i'm still baffled by that). needless to say, i didn't try any more of her "gifts" after that.

immersed in the fog

[panicloser]

Butcherqueen dating headcanons dump cuz I have brainrot

-they bond over each others dead wives ❤️

-start dating officially some time after they got back from the wilderness and ran away from their problems together. But they started forming more of a bond after the S3 hunt since they both got emotionally isolated from everyone else.

-Lottie fell first Shauna fell harder trope. Lottie has been into Shauna for a long ass time, throughout much of their time in the wilderness, but she didn't know how to deal with those feelings normally. Shauna didn't fall for her until she embraced Lottie's shows of affection and before she knew it she was obsessed.

-they both vehemently would kill for each other.

-understand each other on a deep a level that pushes the boundaries of reality. They get to know the messiest most vulnerable parts of each other in the time they spend together.

-Can communicate without even talking. They can just look at each other in a certain way and they both know exactly what the other is thinking or feeling. They can say something completely different than what they mean and the other will understand it. It puzzles the people around them

-they like to sit together in silence a lot

-Lottie encourages Shauna to vent or take her anger out on her and Shauna gratefully does so knowing Lottie genuinely wants that

-Lottie always expresses her belief in the wilderness and Shauna for the most part doesn't believe it but theres something that makes her want to lean into it. On a good day she tries to help ground Lottie when she has her visions, on a bad day she indulges Lottie and leans into her beliefs even shes lying. Some days Lottie will just believe whatever she says and somedays they'll argue back and forth about whether 'it' is really real or not.

-they encourage each other to do fucked up things and they're like partners in crime. both feel they have a sense of control over the other in different ways, in that they would do anything for eachother

-they run a cult together, like Lottie's except Shauna also incorporates her own ideas and control too. Have also killed people together

-would probably end up having a kid because Lottie wants one and eventually convinces Shauna into it even tho they really shouldn't have one

-they both hate themselves. They both can't believe the other person is in love with them

-both of them have a limited social battery for social events. So one of them will give the other a look when they wanna leave and then the other will make up an excuse for the both of them

-When Shauna thinks something Lottie did was cute or endearing or hot she calls her weird or a freak

-don't necessarily do little spoon big spoon, they like to cuddle in a way where they're both big spoon and kinda look like they're trying to mutually envelop each other. but if one them is little spoon it's Shauna

-Shauna is better at cooking so she's often the one who does it but Lottie tries to treat her some nights and cook for her. Shauna has tried to teach Lottie's rich girl ass to get better before but always gets too impatient and frustrated. Lottie fucking loves Shauna's food though

-meanwhile Lottie does more of the cleaning, Shauna is actually a very messy person when she's not trying and usually just leaves her shit around expecting Lottie will clean it up or Lottie will get someone else to clean it up. And Lottie is the one who likes to design the interior in certain ways to make it aesthetically pleasing, she gets very into that while Shauna doesn't really care

-Everytime Lottie goes out without Shauna, she comes back with the most random ass gifts for Shauna. She loves showering her in gifts. Shauna thinks they're weird but thinks its sweet anyways, she loves any and all attention from Lottie

-Shauna shows affection through doing things for her, and doing it as quietly as possible like randomly fixing something she said was bothering her or bringing her food if she seems to have not eaten in a while or just randomly expresses some affection or care when she feels like it or looks like she needs it. Then stops and acts like nothing happened

-Lottie's the type to get pussyfisted by Shauna and confidently embrace it without batting an eye, but if Shauna does small stuff like holding her hand randomly or kisses her on the cheek she gets shy and flustered

-Shauna = coffee, Lottie = tea

-Lottie is an early riser because she likes the sunrise and she loves that its so quiet that you can just listen to the world. In contrast, Shauna refuses to get up in the morning unless she drinks coffee. Since Lottie wants Shauna to get up early with her, she'll sometimes make her coffee to coax her out of bed. A couple times she's succeeded and they'll sit together and watch the sunrise in peaceful silence

-Lottie asks Shauna cryptic questions in the middle of the night and it annoys the fuck out of her

-cuz Lottie's so tall, sometimes she'll just look at Shauna and then randomly drape herself over her like a human blanket

-Lottie spoils the hell out of Shauna until she literally runs out of cash, especially when they first started dating. Lottie loves to plan their dates, she treats Shauna like a queen

-Shauna feels a little insecure at how much richer Lottie is than her but the other side of her is proud of herself for marrying into money

-the other YJs reaction to finding out they're dating: half of them are extremely shocked and half of them are like 'sure that might as well happen'

-outside of that they don't have a lot of friends tbh, they kinda isolate themselves

-Shauna loves Lottie's stealing habit and does it with her, they've stolen from a lot of places together

-they also like to dine and dash

-they blew up a place once, if you ask either of them about it they talk about it like they bought a puupy

-when they got married they eloped even though there's literally no reason to, they just like feeling rebelious

-they in general just like to do anything thats like "fuck the rules", they'll both encourage each other if there's any doubt

-they like to debate things with each other a lot

-Lottie rage baits Shauna

-if you do something to hurt either of them, you're fucked. But if they hurt each other it's not even acknowledged.

-one time Lottie bought this super fast blender and they put a bunch of random things in there to test it out at 3am. And they like to do other similar things at 3am.

-they comfort each other after nightmares a lot. They comfort each other a lot about the grief they both have.

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NSFW

-for the most part, Lottie bottoms, Shauna tops. Shauna likes the power and Lottie likes not having it

-but in return Lottie will go down on Shauna in a worship like way, Shauna loves that

-both freaks, both kinky as fuck, they've tried some real weird shit together

-Both horny as shit, have sex after every atrocity they commit

-Shauna's hella aggressive and Lottie has an iron pain tolerance

-Lottie is naturally very quiet so Shauna likes the challenge of trying to make her loud. Same with swearing, Lottie doesn't swear very often so it's rewarding to get one out of her

-If they do wear clothes, you bet they're doing it in the clothes of their dead wives

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

This video showed up on my freaking Instagram and I don't know why........ But this was never going to go the way this woman wanted.

Consider the following. There have been a litany of videos coming out for the past 8 plus years, were the sole purpose is to belittle and dehumanize men. Often headed off by an attractive woman either at the gym or attempting to do a bait and switch interview or they're trying to catch men in a trap of being a simp.

This woman actually gets her feelings hurt at the end of the video saying that his decision to pick the money over a date with her is mean. The funnier part of the video is that she wasn't even listening to how he answered the question, and assumed that he was going to pick the date with her over the $1,000. What happened instead was that he said that he would pick the thousand and then she upped it to 10,000$ because she had it in her mind he was going to pick her.

Nowadays however a lot of men will not take the bait and just pick the attractive woman. Because why would they? Especially over money. Because really what is the value of being attractive? Because here is the best case scenario for her question. If he picks the date with her, even if it's a hypothetical, best case scenario is that the date goes well and he gets laid. (Though not likely in the slightest). Worst case scenario is that the date goes poorly and/or doesn't go anywhere at all and ends abruptly with her not liking his personality or something else because "the ick" or some other bullshit, and he ends up having to pay (probably) for whatever they did do before the date ended. And he ends up with a bad taste in his mouth because of the whole process.

Whereas if he picks the $1,000, he can do anything he wants with that money. And even had he done would she expected him to do. Which was pick her when the $1,000 was offered why would he then continue to pick her when the $10,000 was offered? That's a week-long vacation in Italy if you really wanted to do it. That's a two-week long vacation to Japan or Singapore. So the question becomes how exactly did she expect the outcome of this video to go in her favor?

Better question. How did did she walk into this hypothetical with an average looking guy not expecting her feelings to get hurt. Because it seems to me she picked the guy that she did probably because of his looks assuming that because he was average he was going to pick her instead of the money. Do I have proof of that? No. But when you watch a lot of how these interviewers operate you start to see a trend. Because it's either the average guy or the guy who is universally attractive in general. There is almost no in between.

Either way, I found this video amusing because she actually looks like she had got her feelings hurt. Or alternatively she could just be a phenomenal actor. But her facial expression was pretty hilarious when he picked the money instead. You could be the hottest woman on earth and I would still pick the money. Because that's the logical answer anyway. Why pick potentially a date that might at its best last a full day, versus picking money which could literally pay off almost half of a car payment for a car that's 25K or less.

[ilovedthestars]

i understand and appreciate the sentiment behind them but god, as someone in the process of getting an art degree and intending to pursue a career in art, those "don't get a job doing what you love because you'll start to hate it" posts are depressing

[sysig]

Somehow, the nurses always seem able to immediately rush in and break up any fight, no matter where one begins. The computer room up on the 3rd Floor has a live feed of the entire Institute at all times. How is this achieved?

👁️The Panopticon, the unmistakable, oppressive omnipresence of cameras that looms heavy day and night, and the threat of punishment if any retaliative action is taken against it, with the certainty that they'll be fully operational again the next day.

👁️‍🗨️The Invisible Eye, no matter how hard one searches there is no evidence of any camera to transmit, and yet the footage is sent regardless - the beguiling comfort of a false negative, with nothing to break, no way to stop it from sharing hidden secrets.

[roboj0e]

I'm not a man. I'm trans masc nonbinary. I never said any of this but I don't think transmen benefit from patriarchy in the way y'all keep saying and if that does why does that make them inherently dangerous?

Being trans doesn't not mean u can't be transphobic or a radical feminist identifying as anything doesn't prevent anyone from falling for dangerous ideologies. Bioessentialism is exactly how I used it. Trans men being socialized and oppressed under patriarchy before transition is somehow discarded once they transition and they now they also participate in the same violent misogyny? All trans ppl face abuse and sexual violence. I never said trans women didn't have it worse I'm just saying that patriarchy still negatively affect trans men as they still face the same violence. Saying that it's "demonstrably false" is erasing the deaths and rapes of trans men bc you decided that it doesn't count bc society values masculinity.

Yes it does but it allows women to participate in masculity up to a certain point. Trans men are treated like softer more feminine men even by the queer community.

Calling me an MRA bc I dont think that trans men should face the same scrutiny as cis men do is insane. Calling them violent mysogynists bc they are now men is fucking weird. IF YOU engaged in any anti trans rhetoric you'll see that trans men aren't even considered men. And it is bc of misogyny that they both are and aren't taken seriously. Trans women do have it bad I never said they didn't I just don't agree that trans men deserve the same scrutiny as cis men and that they are a danger to be around.

I don't agree that's it.

Also seeing the responses to ppl saying the trans men aren't even treated as men by society as well trans women are treated worse bc they're women. I see this is just oppression Olympics. That's all this is.

Yeah I'm not listening to this rad fem nonsense. Trans men who pass or don't pass are benefit from the patriarchy bc...y'all think masculinity itself benefits from patriarchy? Yeah sexual violence against trans men would say otherwise I'm not listening to this shit y'all can kick rocks and die. This is just bioessentialism. All men are inherently evil and misogynistic that even those who want to obtain masculity are at risk of being violent misogynist too??? Huh???? Yeah no.

Trans men who strive for masculity are treated like freaks who deserve to be raped into feminity. Women's striving for masculity has to stop at a certain age or a certain point for it to be valid. See the "tom boy". Trans men are not seen as honorable u dumb fucks in a wider transphobic society they're seen as sick and sexually deviant JUST THE SAME AS TRAN WOMEN.

Anytime someone says this website isn't "feminist" enough I know they're a fucking rad fem who are angry we aren't agreeing with they're weird fucking bioessentialism.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

"This thing's canon/intended to be canon"

"How?"

"Look at my piece of evidence"

"But there's little to no buildup/foreshadowing for this thing in the text that backs your statement up."

"Right, because it's written poorly."

"...You understand how it sounds when your argument is basically 'well the writing is bad so you can't prove it ISN'T canon', right?"

[strifethedestroyer]

my uncle died. hm

this is the first time i've ever reached the tag limit. the last word is meant to be funeral.

[rubys-domain]

at this point i dont even care if i get kokomi. i just want a 5 star

[kkusuka]

i would love to be john price's (141's) little bird.

(afab reader, you're lowkey a housewife, g/n pronouns, this was also a lot longer than i meant it to be-1.2k words- and i also wrote it entirely in class)

part 2

just the cute little thing he comes home to after long missions; ready to give him anything he needs to fully enjoy his time at home. barefoot and wide-eyed waiting for your bear of a husband to return from his long hard mission, keeping him fed and fucked as much as he needs. and he just loves you so much-- so much that he needs to show everyone how good you are for him.

it's not like he sets out to rub it in, but when his sergeant mentions not having anyone waiting for him at home-- john just can’t help but invite him over, you always talk about how much you love taking care of him, adding another man shouldn't be a problem! and what kind of captain would he be if he didn't take care of his subordinates?

and you aren't complaining! you love when john lets you see into his job! and gaz is just so sweet, saying please and thank you, offering to help clean the dishes, and politely refusing any leftovers even when you all know he has no food to go back to. so, you just have to keep inviting him over, night after night. and he's so good at conversations, even when he and your husband talk with all their military jargon, he makes sure you understand all of it; you just want to keep him in your house forever! so you kind of do…

you can't imagine making him go all the way home to his cold and dark apartment, it's so far and you know he's tired from his month of constant action-- so suddenly kyle has a bedroom set up right next to yours (close enough to hear how john thanks you for being so good to his sergeant, and just maybe a hand goes down below his waistband) a fully stocked bathroom and a place to put his shoes when you all come back your occasion dinners out. (they're dates, you don't think it but they do)

but kyle is not a man so stay silent about his blessings. you're too nice, too pretty to not tell soap about-- and trust john isn't going to complain, and he knows that you won’t either. 'the best roast i think i've ever had' and 'knows exactly how to make a man feel at home' and soap is not one to stray from his desires.

so you end up with your boys, and a bubbling scotsman in your dinning room with no warning. and you're upset, no one told you that you had to make more food and now there isn't enough to give everyone your usual heaping portion- and there is no way you're letting anyone go hungry in your home!

so you end up bouncing around the kitchen, trying to whip something up before the main course finishes in the oven and who but soap offers to help you out! he's got a hand on you at all times (two on your waist when you're chopping the onion, he just wouldn't know what to do with himself if you got hurt making him dinner. so he has to hold you steady, he has to run his hands over your hips keep you stabilized-- don't think too much into it, just stay focused on chopping bonnie)

and soap knows that he can talk for hours, but he can't help it when your eyes light up when he mentions his childhood in scotland and his missions around the world. and your small flinch and frown when he talks about getting hurt. their lass just can't help but worry about them. he just can't stay away from his captains sweet bird-- not when you send him off with a steaming pile of leftovers and a tight hug (pressed against him as hard as you can because you don’t want him to go)

johnny, a man to brag, never shuts up about how it took kyle three months to get a room but it only took him two. (sometimes when he comes back from the bathroom in the morning he can see into your room as you're getting ready. and he doesn't mean to do it but your panties are his favorite shade of blue and they look so amazing on you-- he wants to see them up close so bad.)

and so he tells ghost of all his troubles- unasked and randomly the next time they got sent out. and does ghost really care about johnny's playground crush on their captains bird? yes. how had he been left the only one not getting home cooked meals after being sent out? is he going to say anything about it?

not a chance.

so it takes a little while before the final place at your dinner table to be filled. but after a particularly grueling mission (and already wishing to come over), ghost is finally convinced he belongs with the rest of his team.

and you've never been happier to make extra food; you've been hearing for months about the illusive fourth man of your husband's battalion but having him stand in your kitchen with a cute little store bought dessert was certainly worth the wait. ( 'Ah didnae ken ye liked pink that much, lt' 'it was all they 'ad, can't show up empty 'anded, johnny')

and is he a little awkward and standoffish, of course-- years of military pressure will do that to a man!

and simon is just too sweet, even if he doesn't know it. he's pulling your chair out for you, and running out in the rain to collect the mail that you'd forgotten all about. he even lets you drag him to the grocery store during your weekly trips. (it's not dragging, he'd follow you into the pits of hell if you'd asked him too so the grocery store is really not a big deal.)

everything is just so perfect when all of your the boys are all in the house together!

and suddenly everything in life makes sense again. that plate that you can never reach on the highest shelf in the kitchen, a body is pressed against you as simon leans over you to grab it leaving you with a squeeze to your hip and red face. the gossip that your husband just never understood in the way he should is studently being told to kyle over coffee every morning as your other boys roll out of bed. the soap opera that you rope johnny into watching every thursday night becomes facemasks and wine time.

and john just loves it. he just loves you so much; loves the way you smile at kyles flirting, loves how you cuddle up to johnny on the couch, loves how you let simon hold you so close when you make his tea in the morning, and he just loves teasing you about it. (teasing? yes. making you face the fact that you want your husbands men to run a train on you like a whore. also yes.)

i wanna keep going but i have to let it end at some point

[sunderwight]

Headcanon that Shen Yuan was hotter than Shen Qingqiu, actually.

Like yeah SQQ being a cultivator gave him a boost to enough attributes + being in a stallion novel where everyone is either unrealistic hot or dog's butt ugly got the Shen Qingqiu body extra points, and he wasn't bad looking to begin with. Plus not being ill is vastly more important to the new Shen Qingqiu than those extra hotness points (Without a Cure notwithstanding). But part of the reason why he's kind of like, meh, at least I'm not hideous or anything, is because Shen Yuan's original body was a knock out.

I also like him as chronically ill, and, as many people know, beauty standards and sustained suffering are not as incompatible as they should be. Shen Yuan was conventionally attractive in part because conventional beauty standards seem to want everyone slowly dying all the time. But even setting that aside, the man had flawless bone structure, an appealing figure, captivating eyes, and the kind of voice that stopped people in their tracks.

All of which was a contributing factor to his antisocial lifestyle, actually. Despite the fact that Shen Yuan does enjoy company and requires a certain baseline of social enrichment for his enclosure, his internalized homophobia and closeting did not play well with overtures from interested parties (regardless of gender). The only way to minimize the odds of him being asked out on dates was to essentially become a shut-in, especially since even Shen Yuan can only make so many excuses before he himself starts to notice that he's going to a lot of effort to avoid specifically that avenue of socialization. Far better to just remove himself from any risk of it, and then vocally lament that oh no he's just too much of a nerd to get anywhere with women!

Anyway this largely doesn't matter much outside of sheer comedy potential for any situation where SY gets his old body/life back. Like imagine a reveal scenario where the System is going to transport them back to their old lives.

Shang Qinghua: well bro I guess this is gonna be the ultimate test of love, right?

Shen Yuan: what do you mean?

Shang Qinghua: our husbands are gonna see what we looked like back before we were glorious cultivators! they're going to have to track us down in our mundane, kinda shitty pre-transmigration lives! it's gonna be at least a little embarrassing, right?

Shen Yuan: *gets his old body back*

Shang Qinghua, normal human with average looks: ...

Shen Yuan, exemplary 11/10: ?

Shang Qinghua: what. the fuck?? bro what the fuck why are you hot???

Shen Yuan: don't make it weird

Shang Qinghua: make it weird??? why were you sitting at home reading my shitty novel when you could have been out there building your own harem???

Shen Yuan: stop exaggerating

Shang Qinghua: oh my god you've always been like this. this is it, isn't it? it wasn't even brain damage from the transmigration or something--

Shen Yuan: hey

Shang Qinghua: --you've just always been completely unaware, haven't you? every time I wrote a beautiful woman who didn't know her own appeal you'd be jumping down my throat--

Shen Yuan: because that's a stupid trope--!

Shang Qinghua: --JUMPING DOWN MY THROAT EXACTLY LIKE THAT but this whole time THIS WHOLE TIME it wasn't even a glow-up issue, you've just been that, personified, yourself--

Shen Yuan: look I know I'm not ugly but I'm not I'm hardly that good-looking

Shang Qinghua: YOU ARE NEVER ALLOWED TO CRITICIZE THAT TROPE AGAIN! oh my god. how many broken hearts did you leave behind when you died?!

Shen Yuan: none, I wasn't even seeing anyone--

Shang Qinghua: yeah full offense but I am nottt taking your word for that. I bet you had a harem you didn't know about in this lifetime too. I bet you had a fan club, like an anime prince

Shen Yuan: *mumbling*

Shang Qinghua: what was that?

Shen Yuan: I said... only in high school...

Shang Qinghua: oh my god

Shen Yuan: it wasn't a big deal!

Shang Qinghua: *frantically trying to see if he can find any trace of it on the internet now*

[finallychaoticeffigy]

Can you make a fic where the reader is in a mental hospital and their psychiatrist is a yandere, who purposely keeps reader unstable so he can keep treating them?

Yandere psychiatrist x patient reader

(sorry this is late, my life's falling apart)

It's been over 6 months since you've been admitted to a mental hospital. Apparently you have some sort of mental illness you didn't understand, but you trust your parents especially the Doctors. They're professional and they know whats best . You didn't like the fact that they recommended you staying here but you agreed since you didn't wanna seem crazy, the more you tried to refuse the more they'll be convinced your ill, you pondered lost in thoughts.

You hissed when you felt the needle being pressed into contact with your skin. That sharp metalic object, Gosh how you hate that thing. For some reason during your time period of staying here, you didn't seem to be getting any better. Infact you seem to be getting worse. You started thinking if it was the medicine that's making you feel worse. You softly rub your temples. 'NO' you thought. That's exactly how a mentaly ill person thinks . They all think that the medicine given by the doctors are bad news, and your becoming one of them. 

"How are you doing Y/n? " your doctor interrupted, softly caressing your hand that was placed on your lap.

Your personal Doctor is literally the hottest guy you've ever seen. You remembered first time seeing him ,your felt your mouth unconsciously dropped to the floor. That's one of the reason you agreed staying here, a hot Doctor will seriously makes you feel better.

"Um...Good, i think? " You lied, No you don't feel good. You started seeing things that weren't there. The headaches, the hallucinations, you know it wasn't normal , especially after you saw a patient walking with four legs.

It was quite a funny sight. "HAHAHA" you unconsciously laughed. The image of the woman with four legs flashed through your mind. 

You suddenly stopped and looked at the male doctor beside you already eying you carefully. He pulled out his notes and wrote something quick.

"Did i say something funny?" He raised a brow, taking your hand squeezing it.

You softly yank your hand away. He's always so touchy that it makes you uncomfortable, but hey hes a professional and hes hot so you brushed it off....but that's the least of your concern now. "This isn't what it looks like i swear. Um ..... I just thought of something funny.... I didn't like laugh for no reason.. I'm not ill" you  defensively declared biting your lips. It's not a lie, you've always laugh with your own ever since you were a kid thinking about something. Wait.... does that mean you've had mental illness ever since you were in nappies!?

He chuckled taking your hands and placing it with his. "It's fine...When I'm thinking of something, it sometimes makes me happy too" He flashed you a cute smile.

"Hmm.. i see hehe" 

"I just need you to take this medicine and your good to sleep" he muttered softly 

He takes out what seems to be a medicine and feeds it on you. "Swallow my dear " you did as he instructed . "Goodjob.. you're always so good Y/n. " He grin wider caressing your hair.

"Doc?"

"Yeah Y/n?"

"Why are you so touchy? I don't know...It makes me uncomfortable sometimes" you mumbled feeling shy, you weren't one of those types to confront others. You were used to keeping your mouth shut and just letting others do what they want, but this time you got a bit of courage.

"What do you mean? I'm not doing anything wrong y/n. This is why your not getting any better, your always overthinking stuff. You need to start trusting people especially those who wants to help you Y/n" he said ,tone changing. Is he angry? Disappointed? You can't read his expression.

"I'm sorry... Um i will sleep now . Please leave" you lay on your bed feeling comfort.

"No, i need to observe more"

"Again?" You asked, voice masked of disappointment.

"Yes y/n ,again"

You felt yourself drifting to sleep . Sleeping now was easier than before . You used to tossed and turn but with the help of sleeping pills, you didn't have to anymore.

The man watched the girl asleep. Face flushed, heart shaped pupil and heavy panting. His hands traveled to her thighs and gently squeezed it. He got up from the chair he was sitting on and lay next to her .

He was being a creep, and he knows it.But fuck he loves and craves for her so much he didn't even think about morals. He wrapped his huge arms around her small waist hugging her and sniffing her addicting scent.

"Baby... I am so sorry, i know this is wrong but I can't help myself, i love you way to much. " He whispered licking her neck.

"Poor baby, i know am practically giving you poison, but i promise it won't hurt you too bad. Just enough so you can stay here... By my side." He embraced her tighter, giving her kisses all over her sleeping face.

"Your mine. Your only mine my Y/n. Your mine" he chanted reapetedly as he bit your cheeks

You winced in your sleep, having no idea what's been happening. He smiled, happiness evidence in his eyes. 

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"What ? Is that even allowed? " You questioned clearly shock. You're gonna stay at his house for 'recovery' apparently you need calm invironment where you can be alone. You can't go home yet so your best choice was his house, others explained.

"Dude what the fridge... I don't think that's appropriate. I thought you all graduated from Harvard or something, where's your common sense?" 

"I know what it seems like dear. But your doctor suggested it and it seems like a nice idea. It's for your own good , we care alot about our patients you see" the woman about in her 30s explained 

"Clearly" you said voice toned with sarcasm. You didn't argue further, you knew you couldn't do anything especially your basically recorded as a person with mental health problems. 

The headaches and hallucinations just seems to get worse. You almost couldn't get out of bed but today your legs unusually cooperated.

The door suddenly flung open revealing a massive man in his coat. Him. He looks strangely happy , like he just won a lotto or something. 

"Y/n come now, let's go home" he reached his out his hands with a smile which you clearly ignored and walked passed him. You were upset that the home your going to wasn't your own. You missed your room. You missed staying up late just binged reading shits on your phone.

Oh well... atleast your gonna gonna get out of that white room. It makes you sick seeing nothing but White and being outside again makes you a bit excited. 

When you left the smile that he already had grew wider. He just loves you so much. He would do anything just to be with you .

[teaboot]

I've never had a cat before and I'm hoping to get one soon. Do you have any advice?

Treat a new cat as you would a new roommate. Give them space and time to settle, establish a pattern and a rhythm, and in time they may choose to become friends and spend time with you. Dont force a friendship.

Use simple words and repetition to establish communication. Words like breakfast, treat, snack, lunch, supper, dinner, food, and eat all basically mean, "I am feeding you; expect to be fed", but it's a lot for a little guy to remember. I just say "Dinner" when I mean "cat food is coming", and so my boy knows exactly what I mean when I say it. As a plus, using only one word for snack time means he has no idea what the other words mean, so I can talk about food in front of him without ruling him up.

Pay attention to body language. Cats all have different personalities, and you'll learn their likes, dislikes, and messages over time this way. Son boy here loves anything with plumbing but dislikes getting wet- his favourite blanket to chew and snuggle goes on his favourite chair, and he gives me a specific gesture when he wants me to kneel down so he can jump onto my shoulder.

Read into problematic behaviour. Cats pee in weird places when they're hurting, in distress, or have insufficient of unclean litter box space. Biting, attacking feet , and knocking things off tables often means they're understimulated and need you to play with them, or at least need some kind of enrichment or puzzle to tackle. Tail flicking can be frustration or irritation. Purring is usually good, but may also be self-soothing behaviour to alleviate pain, encourage healing, and relieve anxiety, like over-grooming.

Like children, "bad" behaviour isn't malicious- it usually means there's something you aren't seeing.

Learn how your cat expresses love. Loads of people think cats are uncaring, cruel, and indifferent, but the truth is, they're just not dogs. Spending time near you, showing an interest in tools you're using or projects you're working on, sitting the way you sit, laying on their back, rubbing on your legs, wiping their face on your shoes when you get home- these are signs that your cat is enamored with you. You're their family, they feel safe and protected around you, they're curious about things you enjoy and want everyone to know you're family.

Set reasonable expectations. Again, cats are not dogs.We bred dogs to desire our approval- cats walked into our lives themselves. They have no human-programmed need to fulfill a duty or perform a task to your standards.

Training cats to do tricks isn't as hard as people say, but the willingness or interest in doing the trick is more heavily reliant on personality and mood. Some cats will refuse all but the most basic requests- I'm lucky in that Ollie understands and is willing to do several, provided I don't abuse his trust and he's not crowded or overwhelmed or just bored of doing it over and over in a short period.

Ollie, for example, knows Up to stand on his back legs and hold my hand, Down to get to a surface I indicate, Out to emerge from a closed space, Come to find me where I am, Help? when I'm offering to let him use me as an elevator, Dinner when I understand he's hungry and am getting food, and when I put on his collar he knows to climb into his carrier 'cause we're going somewhere. And he'll do any of these about 90% of the time, either ignoring me or phoning it in when there's something interesting somewhere else, or if he's feeling anxious.

Lead by example. If you dread taking them to the vet, they'll see the anxiety in your body language and behaviour and likely learn to hate it, too. Again using my guy an example, I starred taking him on walks long before his first vet appointment, just to get used to his carrier and leash. Then his first checkup was relaxed and informal, with plenty of treats, and I let him explore the examination room with permission from the tech. Now he loves going, so I'm not stressed about taking him, so I don't stress him out in turn, and the vest doesn't have to deal with a stressed out cat slowing things down and fighting with them.

Make sure your sources are good ones, and also good ones for you. I will recommend Jackson Galaxy's YouTube channel for cat advice because a lot of what he does matches up with what I've learned and know to be true. I don't personally recommend Ceasar Milan because I personally find his methods distressing to recreate regardless of efficacy, so even if that advice was useful, *I'd* be miserable, and it'd just be trading one issue for another.

Have a person who can help. You never know when you might end up out of town overnight unexpectedly, or when your place may need serviced or fumigated, or if you may be called out of town. Before getting a cat, research reliable pet sitters, house sitters, pet daycares, whatever, just in case.

Consider pet insurance. No long spiel here, just think about it. Especially if you don't know your cats ancestry or potenyial health risks. An on top of that, fucking vaccinate them.

Dont let them free roam. At all.

I grew up on a farm with free-roaming barn cats. Do you know how many times child-me cried over having to bury them? Illness, disease, pregnancy, vehicles, other territorial cats, ticks, fleas, litter, poisoned prey, malicious humans, local wildlife, predatory birds, scrap metal, extreme heat, freezing temperatures, tainted water sources, poisonous or venomous critters, getting stuck in small or high places, tapeworms, loose nails, old equipment, falling branches...

I've seen some truly body-horror slasher-movie shit- just truly nauseating visual fuckery- and I'm telling you not to let your cat free-roam.

Leash training isn't hard. Supervised walks aren't hard. Even keeping your cat physically fit and entertained indoors isn't an impossible feat. Don't let your fucking cat fucking free-roam. Fuck

Also read up on foods and plants cats can't do, like every houseplant in existence is toxic it's insane

Anyhow yeah that's like. A couple things I guess

Here, have an Ollie Pic

[dazedantics]

Mark doesn't like pair projects.

It's not that he's better at working alone. He'd much rather have one or more people there to help get the job done since he isn't exactly the brightest.

But every time the teacher starts, "Alright, this next assignment you're gonna be in pairs." He'll sit there, gripping his worn pencil praying to himself, "please pick our partners, please pick our partners," over and over.

He isn't often so lucky.

See, Mark doesn't have any friends in this class. Or in general. So he never has the luxury to make knowing-eye-contact with that one person he knows will always partner with him for anything.

If only William were here. Then he wouldn't have to look so obviously nervous as the seconds pass.

He'll sit at his desk pretending to be busy. Mussing with his notebook, digging through his backpack, fixing his shoelaces, a weak ploy that buys him some time for someone to hopefully come over and pick him first. Or at least enough time for everyone else to pair, the moving bodies distracting the teacher away from him starting the work. Alone. In the back of the classroom. The far back where he goes unnoticed as usual.

He thought the stares the pairs next to him give, whispering as he slumps into his chair to further get out of sight, were bad enough. They knew him as the lone weirdo at this point.

But lately his tactics of laying low have failed as his teacher started asking you to invite him to join your group.

You're kind enough about it. Smiling and taking his hand as you lead him over to your desk. Neither you nor your partner mention how the teacher told you to talk to him. And he doesn't bring it up either.

He's grown a little relieved actually. Still does his lingering-by-the-backpack thing until you come and drag him over. But at least he has the peace of mind knowing he won't be solving all these confusing packets alone.

But then you start bringing your stuff over to sit at his desk instead. Setting out your notes, reading over the instructions and asking him where you should start.

"We can split up the research part to make this faster. And it's a bit like that last assignment we had, so I'm pretty sure we could just paraphrase what we already wrote there instead."

He looks over your shoulder, searching for your usual partner, thinking they're about to come and join you. But they don't.

Okay, weird. Maybe they're just not here today?

"It's due by the end of the week, so we could take turns bringing it home for the artsy parts?"

He's a bit too distracted by the sight of your friend elsewhere in the room, working with their own partner already.

"Mark?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. Sounds great. Um ... let's start?"

You work on the project together and it's not so different from doing it in a group of three. Just glad to have someone to split the work with, he decides he doesn't need to ask why you chose to go to him first this time.

Until you start going to him again. And again. And again.

You even choose to sit at the desk next to his once the teacher does that "pick your own seat" thing every quarter.

Then he just has to ask.

He watches you as your scrawl on the poster board. Hand nervously scratching his neck, biting the inside of his lip, foot tapping before he speaks.

"Why are you here?"

"Hm?" You finally look up from your work.

His stomach feels jittery. He fears for his phrasing in case you suddenly realize you had enough of him and decide to punch him in the gut.

"You know. Like ... why are you sitting with me? Don't you want to be working with your friend?"

You pause, pencil hovering above the page. "Do you ... want me to go away?"

What? He didn't just accidentally push you away from him, did he?

"No, no! It's not that at all! In fact, I'd love it if you didn't leave me ever. I mean- not like that! I just mean that, uh, you just- you never bothered to partner with me before? You know, if the teacher is making you stick with me for some reason, you really don't have too. And um, you haven't been around your friend much recently? Since you're with me."

He wasn't sure where to look as he awaited your answer.

Your sudden smile made his gut churn even more. Was that a condescending smile or?

"Well, the teacher did ask us to at first. But, you're actually kinda cool. I like working with you. And my friend has been busy trying to flirt with their crush. And I dunno about you, but I'd rather not be stuck as the third wheel for any situation." You chuckled.

His stomach seemed to be flipping. Was he feeling sick?

"So is that why you've been acting nervous this whole time, or are you really always like this?"

He cleared his throat, shifting to sit up straighter. "Um yeah, no. I, uh, that's ... that's all I ...," he sniffed. "Um, so problem five?"

You laughed again, scooting closer and placing a hand on his paper to shift it toward you.

You didn't seem as painfully aware of how close your soft hands were to his plain ones.

"What don't you understand about it this time?"

He was aware you'd gone over this certain problem over ten times already, but he was positive he wasn't going to be able to focus on it any better now that he had a whole slew of new questions to flood his mind.

You think he's cool?

Well, if you think that good about him now, what other good things do you think about him?

Do you think about him a lot when you're at home?

Could you start to?

[dilf-docs]

All Roads Lead To Rome

pedro pascal x younger fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend swears he isn't annoyed at your little surprise visit on the set of gladiator II; you might have to help him release his anger, one way... or another.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (BARK BARK BARK), smut, p. in v., bit of exhibition kink cause they fuck on his trailer, he swears he's mad but he just wants head, oral (m. receiving), he also uses his armor and skirt while at it bc its hot and not bc i totally want that to happen to me or smth!!!, brat taming, orgasm denial, breeding and daddy kink lowkey, i'm so down bad for him so there's fluff!!! + pedro being whipped cause that's exactly what i want in my men, the cast makes cameos bc i love them!!!, use of spanish (i'm latina so don't even try me)

word count: 3,519 words

side note: i'm about as FERAL and horny as much as one could be!!! damn u pedro, making me walk out in the middle of class and walk on foot to the nearest theather for an early gladiator II screening (bc they're cheaper and i'm a jobless broke student lmao) that mind u it's my first solo trip to the movies but it's okay!!!! nobody interrupt me on my horny dilf hours amirite I TELL U that cinema was almost empty: just me, pedro and hey there's a spot if u wanna join mescal (look at my blog banner IYKYK) so yeah!!!! enjoy this porn lovechild that steemed from it; my pedro renaissance that'd been asleep since tlou dropped AWAKES (u don't get it, i literally watched narcos just for him) i'm so fr i need this man BIBLICALLY!!

"Lemme guess, that's her, right?"

Pedro looks up from his phone, slightly red and embarrassed. He would blame the color on the sun, and as an actor, fake his way out.

"No idea what you're talking about, Paul"

The young man chuckles.

"I mean, every break we get, you take your chair, sit the farthest and pull your phone with the most ridiculous grin I've ever seen. I'm afraid to tell you, friend, you aren't as slick as you think"

He leans back against the chair, covering his face with his large palm.

"At least I tried" he finds no point in lying anymore, "seems like I'm addicted, but if it wasn't for y/n, I wouldn't touch it"

"I'm curious, though" Paul scoots his chair closer, "who texts who? You or her?"

"Me" he answers, but then corrects himself quickly, a bit ashamed of how that makes him sound, "but it's mostly her first".

"Right" he doesn't sound convinced, rather curious and annoyed, something he's too old and tired for, "I don't believe you"

He's about to lock his phone, but the wallpaper (a selfie with you) would probably earn him another mock from Mescal.

"Too bad I don't need you to"

Before he can do so, the irish man yanks his phone away.

"Give it back!" he shouts, earning a few glances from the crew around them, "what are you, ten?"

"No, twenty-eight" they look like kids bickering. "No need to fight me, Mr. Pascal, they haven't taught us the new fighting choreography yet" he mocks, before the phone chimes; they both stop at the sound.

"What does this mean?" Paul asks. "Malta's nice" he reads out loud, "were you talking about possible future vacations? I might have to tag along"

He doesn't follow the man's joke, instead, looking at the message on your chat. Malta's nice, says the little cryptic message, and yes―it is cryptic, because you were just talking about missing each other and some other corny stuff he'd take to his grave. Not vacations, and certainly, not about the european island, which happens to also be the place were he's filming his latest movie.

"No, we weren't" he replies confused, "what do you think it means?"

"Well, obviously, you boys don't know anything" May pops up from behind, laughing.

"Were you eavesdropping?" he asks playfully, albeit, a little offended.

"No, you guys are just too loud" she replies nonchalant. "Besides, you aren't very good at hiding it, either"

"That's what I said!" Paul backs, laughing on his face.

"Stop being misterious and just drop it"

"It means" she pauses―laughing at her own little dramatic effect, "that you're getting a visit soon"

When you met Pedro, you were working in The Last Of Us. Nothing fancy, just part of the technical cast of the show: helping with the filming and stuff.

During those months, it was easy to find yourself falling for the main star (alongside Bella Ramsey), especially when you spent months behind a camera, capturing all of his perfect features; learning them by memory until you could draw them without seeing his face.

Yes, you had fallen for the older man, because it was as natural as breathing; easy as being alive―the fall so gentle and so easy, it was hard to know when the feelings started. You just woke up one day, feeling different.

You liked to act up―always had what you wanted, and times had changed (so it's not like he had to ask first): why not? Which is why during your last day of shooting you took some liquid courage on your veins and went up his way. It was at a little gathering the crew you've grown to call family organized, while wearing your favorite and tightest dress, that you approached him.

It surprised you that he even recognized you, but that's who he was: warm, welcoming and caring.

To augment the surprise, turns out he had eyed you already, but was too shy to do anything. Yes, the worlds most famous Chilean man. It did stroke your ego, and maybe that's why you feel like most of the time, you've got the upper hand on your relationship, despite the years in between.

Still, you feel like the last message you just sent was a bit too blunt. Now you sit at the tiny airport, pondering your next move.

You know your boyfriend isn't exactly the type to scold or get mad―despite his strong figure, but going against the only thing he asked you might test him. Which is why you feel nervous, despite the happiness around you, everyone in the airport looking straight out of a picture perfect summer edition magazine.

And your theory is proven exactly right when you arrive impromptu at the Gladiator II set: making heads turn and guards almost kick you out, thinking you're a fan.

"You don't get it!" you protest, "he's my boyfriend".

"Sure", they laugh on your face. "you're not the first to say that".

"She's not lying" oh, how you love that gravely voice. But not today: not when he sounds like a parent scolding a naive child. Not when his eyes bore into you, slightly irritated.

So now he's dragging you among the set, right to were his trailer is.

"Aren't you going to introduce me?" you ask, puffing your cheeks out in annoyance. He keeps dragging you by the arm, without sparing a glance in your way. Who does he think he is? "I wanted to tell Paul he made me cry―twice. You know I don't play about Normal People and Aftersun"

"But you do seem to play about my orders" he grunts out, opening the door to his trailer. The sunlight reflects against the white, slightly bothering your eyes with its shine, contrary to your boyfriend's gloomy behaviour.

"Are you being serious right now? You're not my dad to scold me. I just wanted to surprise you" you stand still, refusing to get inside. Pedro knows your character tends to be stubborn, and thought he finds it hot to reel you up sometimes, there are other times where he can't just stand that juvenile spirit of rage you tend to have when things don't go the way you want them to. "What's gotten into you?"

"I could ask you the same" he mocks. "Get inside. Now"

"Rude" you scoff, but obey regardless, and he breathes out relieved you didn't do a scene like last time; he still can't show his face on that restaurant to this day.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me" you say a tad bit dissapointed, and Pascal feels the pissed off feelings clouding his brain start to dissipate.

"I do, amor" he sighs, "just hate to see you do things I tell you not to; waltzing in here like you own the place".

You don't see the mistake, though. What's wrong with wanting to do a little surprise? It's not like you were a stalker or something; just a very clingy girlfriend who happens to miss her boyfriend.

"So, you're not mad?" you venture, "tell me you're not embarrassed"

He looks at you, the fondness of his gaze betraying him.

"I'm not the one wearing a skirt while trying to sound intimidating" you joke while caressing the crook of his nose, knowing you always get on his good side. Being mad isn't something that lasts, "if anyone should be embarrassed, that's you"

"Are you saying I shouldn't wear one because I'm a man?" your boyfriend looks offended, "Have you forgotten the movie I'm starring in? People feared the skirt-wearing Roman army"

"Well, I'm not intimidated" you stand defiant, and something dark tints his brown eyes. You can feel the excitement begin pooling in your stomach.

"You're not?" he grips your wrists and yanks you to him, then holds your chin, tilting your head between his calloused fingers. "Well, cariño, you should be"

Your body slams against one of the trailers walls, and you have to suppress a whine.

"You must be punished for what you did today"

You give him a doe-eye look, pretending to be all innocent, as if you weren't enjoying the punishment.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've been a good girl"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about" he clicks his tongue, "don't play dumb with me"

"I just came to visit you" you murmur, voice husky against his ear. He grunts, and with the proximity, his hard-on rasps against your bare legs, only partly covered by the flowy summer dress you're wearing, "is that so bad?"

"It is. Has sido mala, cariño" his hand travels down under your dress, carresing with his large palm the silhoutte of your ass. The rings on his fingers create a shock, cold metal against your warm sun-bathed skin. "Naughty girl"

"I promise I'll be good, papi" you purr, using that honeyed voice of yours that makes it hard: hard to say no and hard between his pants.

Pedro sits on a small couch he has inside the trailer, guiding you with his hand enveloped around yours, motioning you to follow with a care so soft, you'd doubt he's about to do to you what he is about to do to you. He pulls you across his lap, smiling (God, you love his smile) as your stomach presses against his tights.

"Don't worry" he breathes low, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll make you a good girl. Tell me, aren't you?"

You swallow, "I am"

He moves the panties easily to the side, rubbing your pussy a little. He then spanks it softly, making you mewl at the sting.

Pedro continues to trace over it, "Are you sure about that?"

"N-no" you shiver in delight, resolve dissolving as quick as it came. "I'm naughty"

"It's good to be aware" he murmurs, "Dilo otra vez"

"I'm a naughty girl"

He lifts your head by your hair. "Tell me what you did"

"Disobeyed your orders, coming to the set" you whisper. He lets go of your hair, his hands traveling down again, slowly teasingly rubbing your pussy while he humms.

"You were a little brat, amor"

You whimpered and mewled in delight. "I was a very naughty brat"

He pushed his fingers inside you, plunging his fingers into your pussy.

"Look at you. You're soaking wet" he pumped his fingers in you, making you moan, "Is that why you came to see me? Couldn't wait any longer for daddy to be inside of you?"

You bucked a little, making him stop. He drags his fingers out, causing you to beg for him to go back.

"Answer my question you greedy thing" He leaned closer to your ear. "Did you need my cock this much?"

You whimper, "I do! Missed you so much"

He pushed his fingers back into you, provoking a moan out of you.

"You're always so needy for me" your core tenses, making you shiver. "How badly do you want me? Tell me"

You whimpered "Badly, papi"

"Say it" his face contorts in satisfaction at your pathethic display; crying little mess, "Who's cock, fingers and mouth make you feel good?"

You can't think at this point, your brain fuzzy and pussy hot, leaking. You kiss his lips, moaning against them, "you!"

"Just me, yes? Nobody else can make you feel this good?"

"No one!"

You involuntarily roll your hips to aid you in pleasure, yet Pedro stops you just before you can reach your orgasm.

"Little brat." he tuts, making you groan. "Did you think I'd let you? You were naughty today, baby"

You huff in annoyance, used to having your way.

"That's your punishment"

"But I'll behave" you mewl against his ear, "I promise"

“Good, because I'm planning on fucking your brains out” his hot breathe whispers in your ear seductively, trying his best not to slur the words at the drunken haze that your arousal provokes in him, "but you have to help me first"

You get on your knees, looking at the garment he's wearing. The skirt and general costume makes this all the more hot, mouth watering at the sight. You raise the skirt, glancing at the briefs; just seeing his dick strained against the fabric makes you wet in anticipation.

He sees the pleasure bore into your orbs, and before you do any dirty idea of yours, he's already warning:

"You have to take this off, what if we-"

"Alright" you cut him off, "but the skirt stays"

"Sigue, pues" he growls, voice low yet demanding, following you in your little game.

As you pull the briefs down, his erection springs out enthusiastically, slapping up against his lower abdomen. You shifted your gaze up to meet his, his eyelids heavy and his proud smirk driving you absolutely wild.

"That's right" he chokes out, "show me how much you missed it"

You give him a proud lick, and Pedro hisses at the moment his preseminal fluid goes in between your hungry lips.

Your tongue darts to the head of his cock, running over it several times before bobbing your head down, taking most of him in your mouth. He keeps praising as you pump the base of his cock with your hand. Your head bobs, yet you peek up to hear Pascal's little sounds and facial expression, a motivation so intimate in the way his brows furrow and eyes roll, mouth agape at your movements while his lip suck on those pretty lips of his. It makes you keep going. With every bob you take as much of him in your mouth as you can, before slowly moving your way back up to the tip, increasing your suction the closer to his head you got. A throaty moan escapes the man above you when you now focus on the final lick, making him closer to coming, all while maintaining eye contact the entire way through.

"Don't do that" he rasps, yanking you by the hair again, as of punishment, but he knows you enjoy it, "you promised you'd be good"

You can't answer, so instead, you reach the head of his cock again, and now his eyes roll back, mumbling profanities that sound like heaven.

"Do you want them to hear us, brat? Qué necia eres" he manages to chastise while moaning.

You feel his dick stuck in your throat, and the way he's about to come; you think that after some time dating, you know him well enough.

You're about to leave with your mouth when he stops you.

"No" your eyes open in shock, "what? Did you think your punishment is over?" Pedro laughs, "don't look at me like that. Like you have never done it before"

He keeps you in place by the hair, the rings prickling against your scalp. You feel his muscles tense up, and before you can think anything else thick and hot shots of cum invade your mouth, making it sticky and warm.

"Don't pretend you don't like it" his voice goes dark, husky. "Swallow it all. Te han enseñado a no desperdiciar nada, ¿verdad? Show me your good manners, then"

When you pull out, your throat feels raspy.

"You gotta reward me" you cough out.

"I promised, didn't I?" his fingers trace your face delicately, with adoration.

"It's all about duty, General Acacius" you purr, and the dick springs out again. Hard.

"Princess..." he warns.

"For the glory of Rome" you joke and laugh, then cough, as your throat is still sore.

"Have you been reading my script?" as you avoid to answer, he just chuckles, "ay, nena"

"C'mere" he motions, and you sit on his lap again. Pedro lifts your dress, exploring the curve of your ass. There's anticipation as he hooks his finger around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down to access your core.

"Fuck" you squirm at his touch, grinding your freed cunt against his hard cock. He grabs you by the hip, adjusting you right on his lap.

"You taste so good" he kisses down your throat, ending at the chest were your tits peak.

"Want them?" you offer, pulling your dress down. He kisses them, gently nipping at your perked up nipples.

A wave of pleasure courses through you, and with whines and moans, you show how desperate you are, the hunger making the meal taste better. After all those weeks missing him, you just want him to fuck you senseless.

His lips are rosy and swollen against yours, mouths clashing; starved of the yearned contact. Truth is, no matter how much you know how to touch yourself, it'll never be the same as having his hard cock tear through your tight folds.

Pedro easily aligns his leaking cock with your uncovered pussy, all while mantaining the kiss. He pushes down on you, your dripping cunt taking all of his rock-hard cock, fingers holding onto the soft brown grey sprinkled locs.

"Pedro" you cry out his name, full of ecstasy as the stretch burns so sweetly. His low grunts only fuel your desire.

You trace with your eyes his body, now bare without the upper part of the costume: his pecs and abs, flexing with every pump. With now free hands, your fingers travel to softly caress his stomach, even if your tits are jiggling and the pace is rather frenetic.

"I missed you so much" you pout.

"I missed you too" he whispers out, getting tired.

He's reminded of his old age, forgetting about it as soon as you two kiss, because you bring out a stamina he thinks he doesn't have anymore; almost animalistic. His bones creak and adding the tiring filming day under the hot sun, he feels his body start to give up, the orgams closer and closer.

"Missed how you look" you clash your lips onto his, the adoration translating through the smile you press against, a trail of saliva that symbolizes how interwined you are, "you always look so fucking good"

He blushes, feeling like a stupid school boy with a crush. What did he even do to deserve you? Never thought a pretty young wild thing like you would even spare a glance on his way, but now you're taking all of his cock inside with such greed yet loom into his eyes with a love he's only dreamed of.

You're real, and his.

As soon as those words leave your mouth your orgasm spills over him, some of it dripping onto the skirt, making him curse. You can't stop, still meeting his thrusts halfway, despite your trembling body after reaching your high.

"Mierda" he groans against your mouth,

You feel yourself collapsing on top of him, the weight of the jet lag catching up.

"Getting tired, baby?" he coos. "Shit, and I thought I was old"

"You are" you reply back; you can never not have the last word. And he lets you, because, God, doesn't he love you? He pretends to look offended by it, but the way your eyes shine tell him you didn't mean it that way. "You and your white hairs" tracing over his moustache, a soft hand combing through his locks, "These wrinkles... don't you know how much I love them? how much I love you?"

"And you have no idea how much I love you" he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling it coming through. "God, wanna make you mine. Sólo mía" his pace slows. It's coming, and yes, you will take it all. "Wanna make you a baby, mami. Want you to take it all like the good girl you are"

When he comes, filling you with burning hot cum until you feel like you might burst, you're numb. But there's a feeling so content that pools warmth in your chest, that you can't say anything else, resting your head against his bare chest, both covered in sticky sweat.

"No sé cómo voy a explicar esto" he speaks through ragged breathes, and you can only smirk, "a squirted and cummed roman skirt".

"That isn't my problem" he scoffs, and you feel your head rise against the movement, earning a laugh out of you, "I'm not part of the movie"

"You'd sure think so, with the way you walked in here"

You roll your eyes, face hidden against his chest, "can you let that go?"

"You're right" he pulls you closer to him, hand enveloping you behind your bare back. The quiet doesn't bother you as you lie closer to his chest, his heartbeat the only thing you need to be at peace, "I think punishment time is over. Think you've learned your lesson"

"Then, how about we go out? I've heard Malta's beaches are pretty"

"Relájate, cariño. Seems you've gotten your energy back" he quips, then kisses your forehead. "We need to wait for everyone to get out"

"That embarrased you are of me?" you joke.

"No" he can already imagine his fellow cast members making fun of him, starting with Paul and Joseph when they see you and Connie who will totally notice the fun sticky stains on the costume, "but embarrased of the explanation I'll have to give"

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif @a7estrellas

[ofekma]

The dissonance between what Noelle told Susie and how she acts around Kris (and how things look like on their side of things)

Many people, including myself, were baffled by this dialogue.

I mean, you can literally go to her room a little earlier and see a photo of Kris as one of her wallpapers.

Add that to her private blog posts that were revealed at the Spamton Sweepstakes, to her fond monologue and thoughts at the cyber city about them and at how happy she was at the weird route scene of this chapter when she thought that Kris, her real Kris, was back. Noelle is the only person who recognizes that Kris hasn't been themselves lately.

So what's this all about?

Many people thought that it was just Noelle lying to Susie so she wouldn't end up thinking that she has a crush on them, but it's still weird.

Like, why insist that they weren't even close as kids?

I think that Noelle isn't just downplaying her feelings in front of Susie, I think that she's doing it in front of herself too.

Think about it, as far as she's concerned, her dark world adventure was just a nice dream. A dream where she got to reconnect with her childhood friend and get closer to her crush. She has no reason to think that anything like that might happen in real life, she almost fainted when Susie invited herself over to her house.

Noelle hasn't seen any indication from Kris that they might want to reconnect after the fallout.

Noelle doesn't even know if they're friends now.

And I think, that lying to yourself about how much someone have meant for you, might make losing them hurt less.

After all, why should she cling to the past when as far as she's aware Kris has moved on ages ago? Better just lie to yourself and say that you were never that close in the first place so it's not a big deal.

Also, I don't think that Kris was ever that great at showing affection? Nearly all the memories Noelle brings back about Kris are them pranking her. And yes Noelle likes being scared sometimes but if almost everything someone does is pick on you you wouldn't have been sure if they even liked you, would you?

Even the piano thing, Noelle chose to see it as a private concert Kris was playing for her, but it was never a straightforward thing on their end. I think that this is a part of why she was changing her tune so much at the snowgrave route in this chapter, it was Kris showing direct, genuine care for her. Unmasked behind pranks. A part of it was her being happy that her awful dream wasn't real, a part of it was her being happy that Kris stopped acting so off and scary, but a part of it was that she didn't have to guess anymore if Kris cared or not.

The scene then continues, with Susie not exactly buying that Kris and Noelle were just neighbors.

And Noelle is dodging the question. She describes what happened back then, but not how it made her feel. And when Susie asked her if that's good or bad, she replies

It must have hurt Kris to hear that. I think that we all know that Noelle does remember how she felt here, she just doesn't want to voice it.

But now let's look at Kris.

If you give Kris Noelle tea in chapter 2 after acting friendly towards her, it heals Kris 70 hp.

It's not bad at all I think, it's even more than Ralsei tea heals at this point and I think that we all know now that Kris never hated Ralsei.

So they do care about Noelle, but the number is weird, isn't it?

Like, they've only been friends with Susie for a day at this point and her tea heals almost twice as much as the tea of their childhood friend?

I think that it's because numbers aren't a very good way to convey when someone's feelings for someone else are complicated.

Susie heals 120 hp from everyone's teas and her sentences about the flavors of each are equally enthusiastic. That's because her relationship with each of her friends are very simple: she likes them. She cares about them, she appreciates them, and thinks highly of them. Susie never had friends before and now that she has them, she's just happy.

That's how Kris feels towards Susie too I think.

While Kris never seemed to have taken to heart Susie's bullying, with them chuckling after catching the apple she threw at them and them looking shocked when she accused them of wanting her to be expelled in chapter one.

And after the bullying ended, Kris's friendship with Susie is pure and simple.

Meanwhile with Noelle, there's baggage.

Something caused them to drift apart, something that probably started with what happened to Dess.

Something that while Noelle seems to be wishing to reconnect with Kris, we never outright see the same desire on their hand.

But I don't think that it's because they don't like her anymore, I think that it's something else.

If I had to bet, I'd say that it's guilt.

Kris is hiding something. From many people, including us, and including Noelle. Something that could very well include her mother, considering how friendly she acted around them after her hostility towards Susie.

And with their desperation regarding Dess's guitar and the shelter's code being Dess's birthday, it's not out of question to assume that whatever they might be hiding has to do with Dess.

Whatever it is that they're doing is so important that even the weird route didn't deter them from.

What if Kris is trying to get Dess back?

But in that case, why hide it from Noelle? she'd want to help more than anyone else, wouldn't she?

I think that it's because they feel like they are at fault for what happened to Dess and that it's their responsibility to get her back.

And how can Kris face Noelle when they're carrying this burden with them? when they're feeling like they're the reason for her pain?