#cannot believe i am still this fucked up over this game

[darabeatha]

/LETSGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[binsito]

car sex with skz!

warning: some (if not all) include aspects of exhibitionism/voyeurism and semi public sex, unprotected sex and just horny thoughts bc i am a denegerate! do not read if uncomfortable !

bangchan: your sweet college boyfriend chan had just won a very important football game and he was high off adrenaline. you were his little cheerleader the entire game and now it was time for him to take you back home after such a big night. however, tonight you might get in trouble with your folks over your curfew. chan had pulled over and taken you to the back of his truck to fuck you into the seats, jersey still on because you thought he looked so sexy in his uniform. your hand on the window for support as he took you from behind and gripped your waist tightly. windows fogging as he panted, muscles tensing while he guided your hips. his car shaking with every snap of his hips. he'd leave your ass bruised from all the squeezing and spanking, he'd even lean over you to nip at your shoulder playfully, grinning into your skin because he knew your parents had no clue what you were up to.

lee know: halfway into the trip you two were taken, he had unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock out "take care of this" he mumbled nonchalantly, eyes on the road, acting as if he didn't just ask you to do something so naughty.

you reached for his cock shyly, giving him a few pumps before leaning over. sucking on the tip gently and humming. he had since turned off the radio because he preferred to hear you sucking his cock instead, real music to his ears. and he is such a meanie, pushing your head down and holding it still while you gagged, chuckling and claiming he only did it because there was a car next to him who might've seen (it was an absolute lie). of course you knew better than to believe him, but you pretended to be oblivious, knowing damn well that minho enjoyed making you struggle on his cock.

changbin: he was sick of your teasing at the gym, watching as some guys approached you to help with your form while he was at a different machine than you. you were purposely acting clueless and shy, glancing over at changbin with a sick little smile. once he was done with his final rep, he tugged you out of the gym and back to the car, folding your legs over your chest in the back seat. he chuckled when he saw how wet you were, a small patch forming on your shorts. you gripped on to his biceps when he pushed inside, making you take his full length without warning, hoping the guys from earlier would hear how you moaned for him, how he relentlessly he pounded you. and when he sees them leave the gym, his cock grows incredibly stiff, smirking when he sees how much it turns you on too. "you like putting on a show don't you baby?.."

hyunjin: he had just taken you out to a nice dinner, the dress that clung to your body was driving him crazy. too much cleavage for him to concentrate on anything other than your tits. and you notice that after a few glasses of wine, he becomes shameless. paying the bill and pulling you out of that damn restaurant hastily to take you back to the car. his kisses hungry as he pulled you into his lap on the driver's seat, he tried turning on the car to drive back home but he wasn't able to hold himself back. hitching your dress up, panties aside as he slipped inside with a groan, laughing when you had accidentally honked his car. it'll happen a couple more times until he finally kicks back the seat and lets you take the lead, riding him slowly just to hear his pretty whimpers.

han: han jisung just cannot keep his hands to himself. you were in the car with your friends on the way to a festival. the car was packed, music playing, people chattering and jisung just thought it would be the perfect time to tell you he was hard. you two were in the very backseat of the van and you protested, asking if he could wait until you were alone but he just gave you dumb puppy eyes. if your friends found out he was playing with your clit in the backseat, how you were pumping his cock, pretending to drop something so you could give him a lick or a suck, you would be humiliated. but the risk factor was feeling way too good for you to care at the moment. and jisung would lie straight through his teeth, telling everyone you were tired when you laid on his chest, burying your face in his neck as his arms came around to hold you in place. his cock forced its way into your wet cunt, twitching and leaking inside of you. he was dying to make you bounce but cockwarming would have to suffice for now.

felix: he got a big car specifically for this! if the back seats are folded down, he's able to fit a full size bed back there comfortably. at first it was a cute little idea so he could go off roading or camping with you. you wouldn't have to worry about tents or bugs and could snuggle in his car, but once you two actually planned a trip, he was more excited to make love with you in the great outdoors. after a long day of being in the sun, you two unwinded and curled up together. he became handsy quickly, pulling you on top of him and patting your ass playfully

"isn't this such a nice car to have sex in? hmm?.. i think so" he teases and of course you gave in to his little game. he even put on some soft music while you rode him, his hands coming up to cup your breasts as he breathed out shakily. he was definitely going to plan more trips like this.

seungmin: he's on the phone while he drives. his boss on the car's speaker telling him about the deadlines and submittals he needed to complete. he hums in approval casually while his boss asks him if he understands something. all this while his fingers are working inside your cunt. you having to stay quiet so his boss wouldn't hear your pathetic whimpers. and seungmin was setting such a painful pace, not picking it up, causing you to try and grind into his fingers faster which only caused him to pull away. licking his fingers clean while his boss asked him if he had any questions.

"no sir, i understand" he says as he leads his hand back down to pinch your clit harshly, a pinch that almost makes you cry out in pain but you knew you had to take it and not make any noise or the punishment later would be much worse.

jeongin: his car is parked in the driveway and you thank god its the middle of the night, everyone should be fast asleep. he has you over the hood of his car, his face between your legs as you slicks you up with his tongue. he wanted you dripping before he sunk deep inside you. he was supposed to drop you off at your apartment before he started kissing you, slowly turning hungrier and hungrier. you were about to get into his backseat but he shook his head, telling you he wanted you on top of his car instead. his car rocking rhythmically to his thrusts, you wrapping your legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling out. the idea of someone catching you turning you on more than you could ever imagine. and you cum embarrassingly hard over him, stifling your moans by biting into his shirt. the mess you left on his car was a token of how good he had taken care of you.

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

[fixyourwritinghabits]

Checking In

Good day my fellow exhausted creatives, it sure does be A Time we're going through. There is certainly a lot of things happening at once, and like many of you I'm struggling to stay afloat while desperately playing catch-up. I'll be honest, shit's pretty damn fucked up. Sometimes it helps to take a step back and reflect on some reminders.

Don't panic.

People are facing a lot of hard choices when it comes to what platforms to use, and I know it's pretty tempting to burn everything down. Take a deep breath and think about your options. Nightshade and Glaze aren't perfect, true, but they're open about their limitations and are still tools you can use. Look into alternative word processors beyond Google Docs that won't have AI-scraping. Take your time deciding what to do with your creative output and where to share it. I am Old, and I have seen several social media websites crash and burn. You will always have more options.

Take care of yourself first.

I've seen a lot of people burning themselves out hard over things they can't control. Gaza, anti-LGBTQ issues, American politics, it's a whole lot and it's all overwhelming. You cannot accomplish anything if you don't take the time to put your oxygen mask first. Eat, sleep, turn your phone off when you feel yourself being sucked in. This seems obvious, but it's often the hardest thing to do, believe me I know. You gotta keep yourself going before you can help others.

Small things still matter.

There's a lot of things you can still do even when you feel like you can't. You can sign petitions, you can promote the activism of others. Vote in local elections. Keep yourself informed without drowning - check your news sources once a day rather than all the time. Talk to your friends, spend time with your pets, find ways to help in your local community (a great place to find resources is your library!). Go for a walk with a trash picking tool and a garbage bag. A small difference is still a difference.

Recharge Creatively.

It can be hard to do creative things when you feel like there's so many other important things to do. But being creative - creating art, writing a story, doing a hobby - IS important to yourself and others. Sometimes you have to force yourself to do so - I have to put "watch a movie" on my to do list, or I'll never make time for it. Go to a coffee shop and make art. Play that new video game. Write that silly coffee shop AU. These things are important to you, and they will carry through with what you want to do for others.

Do what you can when you can and you will make it through.

[remusluvr]

do i wanna know? | sirius black

summary: Sirius learns the consequences of treating people he loves bad. content: negative thoughts, fighting, angst, unedited note: this is a part two to my previous fic words i used (sirius black)

Sirius cannot believe how badly he messed up.

It makes his heart ache when he sees you talking to anyone knowing that you won't talk to him. You won't even glance at him in the hallway. The dark circles under his eyes worsen with each day. You notice them, of course, you do because no matter how hard you try to forget the boy, you can't.

Not talking to him is driving you crazy. Seeing him around is driving you crazy. You hate to admit it but you miss Sirius. And Sirius misses you.

He misses you so much that his body hurts. He's weighed down in bed each morning, unable to decide whether or not to even try and get up. That's when James realizes he needs to step in. He can't let his best friend hurt like this.

"Pads?" he calls quietly, peeling back the curtains to Sirius's bed. Sirius groans, turning away from the incoming sunlight. James mumbles an apology, although he doesn't really mean it, before continuing, "Time to get up. You missed class yesterday, you got to go today or they won't let you play in the quidditch game on Friday."

"I don't care about quidditch." James knows he's not getting anywhere. He won't budge without initiative. If quidditch can't be that initiative for him, he has to find what will work.

"Can you please just go and talk to him? Please!" James begs, practically on his hands and knees in front of the table you're trying to eat breakfast at. "You know you still like him. Feelings don't go away that easily. He's so mopey without you."

"He did that to himself, James."

"I know he did but he really likes you. He messed up big time. He knows that. All he wants is to talk to you."

"He had plenty of time to talk to me."

James looks defeated when you stand up, walking past him quickly. And whilst he thinks he's lost, you're stuck thinking about the conversation. You hate yourself for considering talking with Sirius. But you miss him so much, it would be nice to just talk to him for a little bit. You don't have to forgive him.

That's not a good idea. You know that you will forgive him if he starts trying to explain himself again. You won't let yourself be hurt like that again.

Although, your inner debate lasts for days and you find yourself in a similar position to Sirius's - rotting away in your bed, refusing to talk to anyone. You're grateful that it is midday on a Wednesday because there is no one around when you finally get yourself out of bed and out for a walk.

Your feet take you to an old spot that you and Sirius frequented. There's a big oak tree that overlooks the black lake. You and him would often bring a picnic out here or you'd come out here and cuddle away from prying eyes. You hate it here now.

And you hate it even more when you get closer, crunching a leaf under your foot, and scaring the boy sitting against the trunk. Sirius jolts up, rubbing at his eyes as he adjusts to the light.

"Did you sleep out here?"

"N-not for very long, only got here a little bit ago."

You nod idly, beginning to turn on your heel to leave when he reaches out for you. His hand grabs yours and the look on his face nearly has your resolve breaking.

"Can we talk, please? Just give me five minutes," he pleads, not letting go of your hand until he sees you nod your head. You pull your hand from his and go sit down on his blanket. He joins you. It feels just like old times if you don't think about all the hurt and cruel words spoken to each other.

"I miss you so much," he starts, noticing the way your arms are crossed over your chest and you're sitting as far as you can from him, "And I am so sorry that I treated you the way that I did. I should have grown a pair and asked you out properly but I didn't. I fucked up so bad. I hate that you're not talking to me. And I hate that I deserve it. You obviously don't have to forgive me but I just needed to talk to you."

His hands are shaky as they rest in his lap. You're not saying anything and he wants to cry. You hate him and you'll never forgive him and he wants to steal a time-turner.

"You made me feel so special, Sirius. All I wanted was for you to ask me out. And when I say that is all I wanted I mean that that is all I wanted. You made me think that I would get that one day. Seeing you with other girls made me think that I was just a joke to you. I feel so stupid. And I feel any stupider that I miss you."

"If you give me a chance, I'll prove to you how much I love you. I know you have no reason to believe me but I want to show you."

"Y-you love me?" Your voice is shaky and you curse yourself. His face drops and if you weren't so shocked, you would've laughed. He doesn't try to backtrack instead just sitting there, eyes trained on the blanket pattern.

You were screwed from the beginning of this conversation. You knew you shouldn't have stayed and listened.

"If you hurt me, Sirius, you won't survive it," you threaten, pushing yourself into his lap. He can't believe it and tears sting at the corners of his eyes. He knows it's embarrassing but it feels so good to have you touching him again. "I love you, too."

[actual-changeling]

heaven doesn't take too kindly to him breaking in a second time.

aziraphale stops them, with his blood already staining their perfect fucking floors, and his hands are balled into shaking fists, his voice projecting more authority than ever. crowley waits until they're alone in the blinding corridors before allowing his body to collapse, hissing when pain flares across his back.

"crowley-" there is a shadow in his periphery, hands reaching for him, but he flinches out of reflex more than intention, taking twisted satisfaction in the strangled noise escaping aziraphale.

"fuck off." while audibly hoarse, the edge to his words is sharp.

with his palms pressed to the floor, he gets to his knees, head hanging down as he sucks in breath after breath to summon enough focus to fix himself.

"let me help-"

"i said FUCK OFF," he spits, glancing up at him through a curtain of red waves and pain. "what do you care anyway."

"of course i care," aziraphale shoots back immediately, somewhere between offended and distressed, and oh, crowley takes the same satisfaction in that, too, no matter how bitter it tastes.

purely out of spite and to regain whatever of his pride is left, he ignores the cut still sluggishly bleeding onto the floor and pushes himself upwards, managing to stand while swaying heavily. he's a fucking mess compared to aziraphale in his pristine archangel get-up, and it lures the anger out of him with ease.

"huh, considering those are your guys you really have a funny way of showing it."

they both know what he is doing, yet the guilt carved into his face is as real as the heartbreak etched into his own. someone knows he is tired of playing games, but that is all they have left now, isn't it? stupid fucking games, as if they hadn't drowned themselves in those for millennia.

"i stopped them, i didn't send them. you know that."

crowley doesn't even attempt to bite back the hollow laugh craving to be set free. it rips through him with pain in his wake, and if he doesn't heal that wound soon the blood loss will make him pass out. how annoying.

"oh, aren't you being hilarious today, archangel. none of this would have happened if you hadn't—"

left.

thirteen months and he still cannot say it. what a pathetic little creature he is, deep down, clinging to love and having nothing but anger to voice it. he understands, he must understand.

suddenly, he is very, very tired.

"i'll be on my way. not gonna clean up though, that's on you."

aziraphale stands frozen, watching, right there and warm and real. crowley barely avoids throwing up at the thought of letting it all go for one gentle touch. in the harsh light, he seems pale, his lips bitten raw, and crowley loves him so desperately it hurts. gritting his teeth, he heals the cut oozing all over his back and nearly topples over with relief. hold me, he doesn't say. help me. come back. i miss you.

"for what it's worth, crowley, i am sorry."

they look at each other, gold and purple-blue-something new. he refuses to believe in Her after everything, but he believes that they will fix this somehow. crowley swallows and his fingers twitch at his side when the light catches on the tears gathering on aziraphale's waterline. they will fix this.

they have to.

"yeah, me too."

three word sentences hiding the one they both cannot voice, yet he finds forgiveness cannot easily be forgiven, not this time.

(it still counts)

[unbidden-yidden-deactivated20240]

Ever since October 7th, the amount of misinformation and disinformation about Jews, Israel, Judaism, and even just like, basic facts about reality have been so intense that it's really dredging up a lot of my gaslighting trauma.

(No, not in the memic sense that it's been distorted into, but the kind of gaslighting that leads you to detransition and think it was your choice despite drowning in dysphoria, the kind that warps and changes and erases memories, and makes it so that you dissociate for literal months at a time to escape the pain. That kind.)

And I recognized this because I keep finding myself arguing facts and trying to reason with people who say that they're part of the compassionate left and care about working on antisemitism but yet spew the kind of antisemitism that would be totally at home on Stormfront.

It's that first arguing stage of gaslighting, where the abuser keeps saying outrageous, untrue things and you're still fighting to try and get them to empathize with you and seek mutual understanding. This:

A gaslighter does not simply need to be right. He or she also needs for you to believe that they are right. In stage 1, you know that they are being ridiculous, but you argue anyways. You argue for hours, without resolution. You argue over things that shouldn’t be up for debate — your feelings, your opinions, your experience of the world. You argue because you need to be right, you need to be understood, or you need to get their approval. In stage 1, you still believe yourself, but you also unwittingly put that belief up for debate.

(bolding mine) (source)

This is a pattern I recognize in myself in personal relationships and even within communities, but what's happening right now is a lot bigger and more diffuse. It's not one abuser or even a shitty cohort of abusive people who are monopolizing a community space. This is being encouraged in a frighteningly large number of non-Jewish progressive spaces. In the same way that stochastic terrorism adds up very quickly, this type of cultural gaslighting and stochastic emotional abuse feels like a deluge.

But if you look at history, this is not new, for Jews. This is but the latest version of a very long game of Why Won't You Just Give Up and Assimilate or Die that Jews have thus far prevailed on at great cost to ourselves.

Anyway I'm done arguing with goyim about things that absolutely should not be up for debate: Jewish history, Jewish culture, what certain religious concepts in Judaism mean, Jewish lived experiences, what is and isn't antisemitism. If you aren't willing to engage in a genuine way that seeks mutual understanding, I'm not interested. I'm done.

You are engaging in violent behavior and lying to yourself about it and calling it activism. Well I am no longer going to participate. You can lie to yourself all you want, but you are a bad person and I don't forgive you, and you can do that alone.

You are acting from a mob mentality and a mob cannot be reasoned with. You are drunk on your tiny bit of power and social capital, and years down the line you'll lie to yourself and pretend that you cared about us.

You didn't. And deep down you know it, too.

Instead of arguing with people who refuse to see facts or reason and put our experiences up for debate, I am going to work on compiling a resource for people who want to actually learn.

Everyone else can fuck off.

[theemporium]

mat and reader having a tradition? After every win they get a strawberry milkshake or something? something just between them? and maybe if reader cannot go with him, she gets someone to buy one ?

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“I miss you.”

It hadn’t been the first time he had said it since you had called him after his game, and you doubted it would be his last either. But it made your heart swoon, nonetheless. 

“I miss you too,” you murmured back, your cheek pressed against the pillow as you glanced at him on your phone. It was propped up on your bedside table, leaning against your lamp so you could lay comfortably in bed as you spoke. “But you guys are killing it on the roadie. Two wins, huh?” 

His lips twitched. “Yeah, but they’d be better if you were in the crowd.” 

“What, sitting at home decked out in Islander number thirteen merch wasn’t enough?” You teased, deciding to withhold the part where you ordered a shit ton of team merchandise from your boyfriend. 

All in all, your relationship with Mat was still fairly new. Being a hockey player with an insane schedule wasn’t ideal for starting a new relationship, so despite knowing each other for the better part of a year, it took a few months before you decided to make it official. 

And Mat had played away games since making it official, but this time it just hit harder. 

Maybe it was because it was his longest roadie yet. Or maybe it was because you finally felt like you and Mat were starting to get into the swing of things, that natural flow that clicked when the relationship felt stable enough. Or maybe it was simply because you missed the boy, because your love for him was growing with each day.

But after getting so used to sleeping at each other’s apartment, the empty bed had been particularly upsetting to return to every night since he had been gone.

“It was more than enough, baby,” Mat replied with a fond smile on his face, thinking back to the photo you sent him of you bundled up on the couch with his jersey on. “But it feels wrong not celebrating wins the proper way.” 

The proper way being with a cold, full-fat strawberry milkshake the two of you would get from a local diner—one that his trainers would definitely drop dead if they saw him stepping into. It was reserved only for wins, for a celebration between the two of you. And just like you, he knew it wasn’t the first time he won an away game and couldn’t share a milkshake with you, but it hit harder knowing that he couldn’t have it this time.

“Hm, what do you mean?”

His brows furrowed together in confusion. “What?”

“I think we are celebrating the proper way,” you replied with a nonchalant shrug, half-burying your face in your pillow to hide the grin growing on your face. 

Mat’s confusion only grew and, much to your amusement, he looked partially offended. Almost like he couldn’t quite believe you had forgotten your shared tradition. 

“I—” Mat started before he was cut off by the sound of someone knocking on his door.

He disappeared from the screen for a few moments and you used the time to set yourself up. You sat up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard and letting the duvet fall to your waist to expose one of his hoodies you had stolen from his wardrobe a few weeks ago. You waited for him to return, an eager smile on your face.

“Baby,” his voice was so sweet and fond as he returned to the camera, holding a milkshake in his hand with a cheesy grin on his face.

“Surprise!” You grinned, leaning over to pick up the milkshake that had been sitting out of shot since you had been on the phone to him. “It’s not the same as the diner but—”

“It’s perfect,” Mat finished for you, his cheeks looking a little rosier than before. “I can’t believe you set this up.” 

“I wanted to celebrate properly with my boy to show him how proud I am,” you replied simply, watching as his expression brightened at the use of ‘my boy’. 

“I can’t fucking wait to kiss you.” 

“Me too, babe. Me too.”

.

[kissoulie]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒

𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧

— NSFW, MDNI. bowling with p1harmony!

a/n: some of u may not know but hot & mysterious user kissoulie has a bowling hyperfixation!! 😭 i went bowling last night for 3hrs and i'm prob going to go again tonight 🤭 this reminded me that seob posted a pic of piwon bowling while they were on tour which is why my brain made this! this is def not my best work but i work like all week so i wanted to write a lil smth silly, short, & fun before i post my first series masterlist tmrw 💓

cws: fem bodied reader but generally gender neutral (use of "pretty"), not entirely explicit smut?? it's just not super detailed the bowling is the main focus my bad 😭, 3some (soulseob), skim proofread for readability only pls excuse all spelling/grammar errors i wrote half of this in a movie theater! that's all i believe, lmk if i missed anything ‹3

— keeho.

he definitely has an average over 125 you cannot convince me otherwise. he's a straight bowler, but knows how to hook a ball. i also think he has his own bowling ball because he's extra like that. best bowler in piwon!!! i think he kinda bowls like an old man, and still gets extremely hyped for every strike. he will def blow your back out after a bowling date though ❤️ his baby did so well!!! you even almost beat him, so he thinks you deserve a reward, and he knows for you there's no better reward than his fingers inside you while he fucks your pretty head empty.

— taeyang.

he's the average bowler for sure. i'm not entirely convinced he gets super competitive over it, i think he's just there to have fun!! definitely uses an 8, has no particular technique he just walks forward and sends it lol. assuming you're bowling at a place with couches, he for sure has you in his lap while his members go. he orders you both french fries but soul eats them all while you're distracted eye fucking each other 😭😭 he'll start feeling you up, one hand inching higher and higher up your thigh while the other presses against your middle to hold you in place. may or may not invite you to a 'bathroom' break by tapping your thigh and announcing, "i'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick" with some searing eye contact while he walks away, which will leave your stomach in knots thinking about how he's going to rearrange your insides ‹3

— jiung.

i think he's super competitive about this actually 😭 he probably practices bowling at least once a week if they go often, it's something he has a lot of fun getting better at! he hooks as many of his shots as he can, definitely a spare sniper who leaves only a few frames open per game. maybe i'm just a jiung professional bowler truther. he uses his newfound finger dexterity on you though, curling his fingers inside you perfectly while thumbing at your clit. he'll have you seeing stars in no time.

— intak.

straight bowler, averages 100, bowls with a 9. he's pretty straightforward when bowling, he's there to have a good time & look good doing it. i am also of a mind that he plays pool, specifically with you. loser gets the best head of their life (his idea). naturally, he's the one who wins and gets to have you choking around his cock in the back seat while the rest of his members wonder where you both have gone.

— soulseob.

The competitive ever. please they both want to impress you!!! seob is bowling for his life!!!! soul is just having fun!!!! (he got a gutter ball and screeched like a dinosaur.) your little giggles spur them on, "winner gets a kiss" 😭 their sibling rivalry has been unlocked, but their rivalry in bed is worse!! seob did throw 119 in the end, beating soul by 3 pins, and he wastes no time in taking you back to the dorms to get his prize. he shoves you down onto his bed while soul trails behind, "watch us, sho." jongseob holds your hands to pin them to the bed, slipping into you with a wet squelch. his body grinds into yours with desperation you didn't know he had. he fucks you nice and rough. "think he deserves a consolation prize, baby?" you nod dumbly, your eyes droopy and dilated. "poor princess." he muses, beckoning soul closer, letting him stretch you out impossibly wider, your mouth dropping open in a broken moan. ‹3

taglist: @tkooooop ♡

[yurious-george]

For those of you who don’t know anything about Hollow Knight or its upcoming sequel, Silksong, there is some drama of astronomical potential that is going to be hilarious to see how it shakes out.

Three things. First, as you may already know, Hollow Knight is one of those hardcore games that attracts a certain type of cishet “gamer guy”: I’m sure you know the type. They can be more or less overtly bigoted, but either way, they’re all kind of That Guy. Second, Princess Hornet is one of the major characters in Hollow Knight, and the player character in Silksong. Third, every character in the Hollow Knight world is a bug, and aren’t depicted as having sexually dysmorphic traits that humans have: there are no insects with tits in this game, despite being bipedal and anthropomorphic. (Despite that, Hornet is frequently drawn with tits anyway, because the aforementioned demographic is outrageously horny for her. This is important later.)

In Silksong, Hornet is strongly implied to have a rival/deuteragonist, Lace! Not much is known about Lace, except she’s described as sadistic and set up as Hornet’s rival. And gamer dudebros hate her.

Maybe not full on hate, but they don’t like her. “Too mean and dislikable,” if memory serves. If I had to guess, they’re subconsciously picking up on the subtext and being homophobic about it: Hornet is the waifu of many a gamer bro, and between the subtext and Lace’s implied importance in the narrative/sadism/independence/backhandedness, Lace does not have a lot of love in that half of the community.

(As for the other half of the community, the player character of Hollow Knight is canonically agender. There are two canon gay couples within the game, and while not required, completing their side quests is essential to 100%ing the game. Despite being a couple of Cishet Male Gamers themselves, the Hollow Knight team is gracefully supportive of the LGBT+ community, and much of the fan base is LGBTQ+!)

But back to Lace: Lace and her subtext. Lace has insane amounts of wedding and romantic subtext despite only having 2 trailers and a demo’s worth of content. Off the top of my head:

association with white & gold, particularly white roses

Lots of church imagery, especially an emphasis on ringing bells

Lace’s and Hornet’s VAs are both Japanese, and Lace is straight up wearing a Japanese wedding garment while dressed head to toe in white

Visual design and presentation wise, Lace is framed as an equal and opposite to Hornet. Lace is likely to play the rival-won-over role that Hornet had in Hollow Knight, to the point of leaving the arena the same way as Hornet when her first fight ends

Calls Hornet delicious when first introduced. Then says she likes her when Hornet tells her to fuck off

Strongly implied to have saved Hornet in the opening trailer

And, last but certainly not least: the original Silksong announcement, with Lace’s introduction, came out on February 14th.

And that’s just off the top of my head!

I don’t want to get my hopes up, much less expect anything and get disappointed, but in my heart I am hoping gamer bros take the BIGGEST L when Silksong comes out. I hope Lace is complex and engaging and still sadistic. I hope Lace is the Vriska of Silksong. I hope Lace and Hornet have so much subtext it’s practically text. I hope the good end is locked behind a lesbian wedding.

I don’t hope for that last one specifically, but just imagine. Go on, pair off the one character that cishet male fans go “hhhurngh… female character” and draw with massive balloon tits to the character they hate the most. Do it. I believe in you

But seriously: The main character of the most wishlisted game on Steam confirmed in a wlw relationship, effectively alienating half or more than half of the fan base. Hollow Knight: Silksong has the potential to be the funniest lesbian W in the universe and I cannot wait to see how it all goes down.

[chronicallycouchbound]

I refuse to call government assistance programs “welfare” or “benefits”.

I’ve been on government assistance programs my whole life. I have never lived above the poverty line.

It’s a system that doesn’t care about my wellbeing, they care about doing the bare minimum to keep people alive enough to function and work, and if you’re disabled and cannot work, they give significantly less of a fuck.

And benefits?? What benefits?

Food stamps that run out within two weeks because I am budgeting with 8$ a day with literally dozens of dietary restrictions? Or do you mean the housing voucher that I have to never even have a gift card, penny to my name, Sams club membership, phone bill, literally anything that could be “income” in order to qualify? That same housing voucher system that if I mess up even once with I not only lose all government aid for at least 5 years, it’s also mandatory PRISON time for 1 year?? “Oh but they would never do that, right?” Nope! I have several friends who are now felons for minor lease violations and unhoused as a result! Oh maybe you mean the state health insurance that doesn’t cover most treatments, specialists, and testing I need and if I tried to make a gofundme to cover, I would lose aforementioned housing? Oh and we can’t forget all the money I get for being disabled, which is exactly 0$. I’m still fighting for SSI and have been for 6 years! That’s over 6 years with absolutely zero income. ZERO. And guess what, whenever I *do* get on SSI, I will lose my housing voucher. And I won’t be able to afford my current apartment because even in subsidized low income housing it’s too expensive for the maximum SSI “benefit” amount. And on SSI you can’t have savings over 2000$. Oh and they do make housing for people who are low income where you pay 30% of your income but I can’t even be on the waitlist since I don’t have any income. And on top of all this, I can never get married because I’ll lose all of the programs.

I could keep going. That’s not even half of the programs I’m a part of.

• None of them give me cash in hand. Even for vouchers I have to provide receipts for everything.

• Food stamps just straight up won’t even cover ineligible items. Which includes hot foods.

• I genuinely don’t believe that there’s a way to “game the system” and why would you? You would gain literally nothing.

• It’s designed to keep people poor. Once you make over a certain amount, you lose all or almost all benefits. There’s no way to slowly transition out of the programs, if you’re someone who’s able to. It’s all in or all out.

• All of these barriers are made significantly worse while unhoused/homeless. I’ve been homeless for over half of my life and there’s so many fucked up rules. If I missed one night staying in the shelter, I lost my housing voucher because I no longer was “verified as homeless” even if I was sleeping outside still.

[pennyellee]

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LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU

pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au

summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.

Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.

warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, smut, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, yandere, threatening, kidnapping, partial religious behaviour, graphic violence, graphic depictions of torture, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behaviour, angst, implied non-con, minor character death, spanking, blood, gaslighting (more to be added)

word count: 655

author’s note: yaaaaaay!! can't believe I actually made it to post a fanfic I desperately wanted to write for two whole years now. I am very much excited to share this preview from one of the chapters ♥ I'm rising from the dead when it comes to writing fics, so excuse any ridiculous mistake I make, I'll always try to look into it backwards. Lastly a big thank you goes to Bex @chaoticpuff17 who not only inspired me to write but constantly showed me love and support, therefore I would love to express my unending gratitude and admiration, love you baby ♥ lots of love, 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖞𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊

m.list CHAPTER I

“You crave the throne don’t you?” she asked cocking her head and chin defiantly, her narrowed eyes fixed on him. “I want you too.” She chuckled at his response. “I'm merely a convenient excuse, am I not?” Y/N smiled too sweetly. “You’ll kill m—” he rose from his chair, not even letting her finish. Grabbing her by her shoulders in steel grip with a penetrating gaze.

The fragile cup slipped from her trembling hands and shattered on the floor, a nearby maid prepared to clean up the shattered shards. “Leave us!” he barked at the startled girl, his voice filled with anger. Y/N's eyes widened. He was even more aggressive and intimidating than before.

“I could—” his voice seething with fury, “— I could gather man and slaughter your entire clan keeping you as a trophy, a symbol of my power.” The threat hung in the air, and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Fear was coursing through her, yet she resisted letting it control her.

“Matter of fact—” he continued, his grip tightening on her shoulders, eliciting a whimper of pain from her, “—you will be a symbol of the magnitude my power has, no matter if your father and family remain alive. So it’s on you. The fate of your kin rests in your hands. Their survival hinges on your decisions and how well you’ll cooperate.” He tightened his grip again, eliciting another whimper of pain from her.

“But I will never dispose of you.” he growled through gritted teeth, his tone a mixture of possessiveness and frustration. Gathering her courage, she managed to speak again, her voice trembling but filled with resolve.

“You cannot manipulate me like this. You think I’ll fall for this fucked up scheme? I have spent my entire life under the orders of others, forbidden from making choices for myself! And you have the audacity to use my innocence thinking I will willingly crawl into your bed and love you like a devoted lover.” Venom in her voice and the desperate tone made fall for her even more.

“I've only recently met you, so spare me your attempts to deceive me that you’re being my saviour.” Y/N has enough fire to still conquer and fight him back. “I refuse to be a passive participant in this game.” She shall not take it lying down.

“I'm giving you a choice—” he asserted, his voice laced with a dangerous undertone “—either you’ll walk down the aisle to me or there will be a bloodshed. I won’t send you back to your father nor will I relinquish you easily.” His eyes locked onto hers, and she could see the darkness consuming his pupils when anger consumed him.

“Call it love, obsession, or whatever you please, but no matter what imbecile attempts you make to fight or flee, we will inevitably end up together nonetheless," he declared with conviction. Was this the fate God had laid out for her? Her faith wavered, and if he didn't provide assistance soon she shall forbid him altogether.

“You just want to fuck m—” he cut her off abruptly, his voice low and seductive.

“I can either fuck you hard or I can make love to you,” said he, whilst setting her left arm free and sliding his to her thigh, caressing it sweetly.

Breathing started to become harder for Y/N. Unfamiliar sensations welled up in her lower belly whilst his touch was sending shivers through her body. Was this attraction? Excitement? Mother told her this is how love is supposed to feel like. Butterflies in her stomach. But she certainly wasn't in love with her captor.

He sensed her confusion and distress. Leaving her fall back to the chair. Finally letting her breathe freely. Yoongi sat back to his chair, collecting himself and his three peace suit he wears today.

“Loss of words, innit?” He chuckled.

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coming soon CHAPTER I

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disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.

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[sturniololoco]

Big Game pt 3

SLS x Nathan Doe

warnings: suggestive, bruising, language, etc.

Nate’s POV

I think I'm dreaming.

How was I lying in the backseat of my best friend's car, lying across their backseat, with my head in the lap of their sister?

It felt too good.

"Nick, would you mind sitting in the way back please?" SLS/N asked her older brother, batting her eyelashes.

He rolled his eyes and grumbled "Fine" before climbing in the back.

After Matt started driving, she pulled on my sleeve, pulling me towards her, till my head was in her lap.

She took my ice pack from my hands and placed it gently on my nose. My eyes fluttered shut as she began mindlessly playing with my hair using her other hand.

"Damn, Nates getting princess treatment," Chris said, reaching back from the front seat and playfully poking me in the ribs.

Before I could react, SLS/N slapped him and away, saying,

"Hush, Chris. He's tired."

Chris looked at her with a look of shock. He placed the back of his hand on his forehead dramatically.

"I'm a little tired too you know!" He said.

"Well, I don't think you're the one with a broken nose Christopher!" She said to her brother, raising her voice ever so slightly.

That shut him up.

-

The car ride consisted of me falling in and out of sleep, still lying across SLS/N's lap. At one point, I was so tired, I felt myself turn to my side to get more comfortable.

I ended up turning my face right into her lower stomach, sighing happily.

Her fingers hesitated and she sat up a little. At first, I thought I overstepped, and just as I was about to get up, she relaxed a little and continued playing with my hair till we got home.

-

Once we were about five minutes away from my house, SLS/N" woke me up.

"Is your mom back from her business trip or are you gonna be home alone?" She asks me.

She remembered. I told her this weeks ago.

"I-uh...no, it's just me," I say, groggily, before closing my eyes again.

"Nick, can I stay over and make sure he's okay? You guys have a car video to film anyway." I hear her ask her older brother.

Just as I am about to tell her that I'm fine and she doesn't need to baby me, her brother replies with a yes, and we pull into my driveway.

-

Once inside, I threw my gear and hockey stick onto the floor and collapsed on the couch, grabbing the remote and flicking the TV on.

I hear SLS/N rummaging around in the kitchen before coming into the living room with a fresh ice pack and a Tylenol.

"You know, you really didn't have to do this," I say, taking the medicine from her and swallowing it dry.

"I know. But I wanted to." She says, looking down at her sweater paws in her lap. I see her cheeks heat up and I smile to myself, looking at how cute she is.

Feeling brave, I pull her to me in a half-hug snuggle. She leans onto my chest, relaxing. She must be tired too, after having a long school day, watching two games in the cold, then taking care of me.

we stay like this, watching a random movie that came on.

But then things changed.

She started mindlessly tracing shapes on the inside of my upper thigh. I could feel the heat rising on my cheeks as I got a feeling in my lower abdomen.

as she moves her hand up, I quickly stand up. She looks at me surprised. I flick the TV off and toss the remote onto the table.

"It's getting late. Imma go shower and then probably hop in bed. You can borrow any clothes you'd like out of my drawer, you know where my room is." I say quickly.

And with that, I run up the stairs to my bathroom.

-

When I get to my bathroom and shut the door, I can feel my pants grow tighter in the front. I quickly take them off, revealing the large balge in my boxers.

"Fuck. I cannot believe this is happening." I mumble under my breath. I then hop in the shower, hoping it will sort out by itself.

I was wrong.

I get out of the shower, not surprised by the obvious tent in my pants, even with boxers and sweats on. I sigh, opening my bathroom door and going into my room.

what I saw when I got in there, did not help my current situation.

SLS/N was lying on my bed in one of my T-shirts and a pair of my boxers. She looks up at me, smiling. She then looks down and notices my current...situation.

"what have we got here?" She says, giving me a little smirk. I look down bashfully, my cheeks turning pink again.

"c'mere Nate." I hear her say. Just the way she says my name makes me painfully harder.

I walk over to her and stand between her legs. She looks me up and down before fiddling with the strings of my sweatpants.

"Do you want some help with that?" She asks me. without thinking, I nod my head frantically.

"Well you did play very well in your game today, I think you deserve it."

And with that comment, I'm no longer shy.

I give her a devilish smile, pushing her chest till she's lying back on the bed. I pin her arms above her head and climb on top of her.

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[oursecretways]

Is this what you call self-care?

Felix × Reader note(s): I am at the point where I feel like playing 72 hours of Stardew Valley is perfectly reasonable, so I hope u enjoy my first fanfic. Also, idk about you, but I feel like he would def enjoy some Zelda 😌… also, this isn't the longest fic out there, but it is a short story after all. Enjoy!☻ genre(s): fluff, silce of life word count: 1,795 warning(s): light cursing Just a chill day with Felix, while you’re trying to make progress with your uni work

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It was a regular Saturday for you, waking up at 6 AM and feeling your boyfriend's arm around you. After you turn your alarm off, you turn to look at him, smiling. His long, blond hair fell into his angelic face. It is so hard to not say fuck it and stay in bed with Felix, but you—with the smallest of movements to not wake him—get out of bed, making your way to the bathroom to get ready. After you get yourself into some comfy stay-at-home-and-study clothes, you brew yourself a cup of coffee with some coconut milk.

You've been researching for your midterm paper for a while now. It wasn't the worst topic, but selecting what's important and what isn't is where you were hopeless.

After restarting it for the hundredth time, you heard movements from your bedroom. You peeked out of the study/gaming room to see Felix's tired face, which filled your heart with warmth. "Good morning, love. How did you sleep?" He looked back at you while he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "I slept well until some gremlin left from next to me way too early this morning." A smile crept up his face, reaching out for your hand so he could pull you in for a hug. He kept you close with one hand, resting his face on your head while you hid in the crook of his neck. His sweet scent filling your nose. "How's your university work going?" you scrunch your face, not even wanting to think about the research and writing your essay. "Well, I read a lot, but I do not know where to begin or what things are the necessities to put into my paper." You felt yourself wanting to throw a tantrum like the 5-year-old who you are at heart. He kissed your forehead, then put his pinky out. "Okay, I have a trade offer; once you're halfway done, we can play on our farm together." Your eyes lit up. You've been pretty hooked on Stardew Valley for a while now, especially since the new update, and you got Felix to play with you on his days off. Sadly, they've been pretty busy with their comeback, so you couldn't hang out as much. He usually got home by the time you were asleep, and you went to class or to the library to learn before he woke up, since it was soon time for your final exams. You only have one year back from your university, and you don't want setbacks, so it is important to get a good grade. Your parents would be pleased as well since you flew to another city to learn specifically there, so you want to make them proud. You link your pinkies together to form an unbreakable promise. "Okay, but no distractions! If you want to play, please play in the living room; we both know I won't ever finish my assignment with you distracting me." He chuckles and nods his head in agreement. You happily made yourself another cup of coffee, then went back to the study to work on your task. You still cannot believe it that you somehow snagged such a perfect man: he is supportive, understands your concerns, and can always accept your compromises. He openly talks to you about how he feels and bravely tells you if something bothers or concerns him. You honestly can't believe these past couple years have been real.

You've made a bit of progress; it helped that you talked with your old dorm roommates—you moved in with Felix about half a year now; you two realized that it would be the easiest since you went over any given chance anyways. They gave some good suggestions. Once you caught up with each other, you four said your goodbyes, since all of you have a lot of work to get done by the end of this month. After some time, you smelled a sweet scent coming from the kitchen. The door opened before you could sneak out to have a peek. Felix brought in your favorite cookies; it was a mixture of his classic chocolate chip and your oatmeal cookies recipe. You two perfected it while he got some time off, and you didn't have school just yet. His brown eyes looked at you proudly behind the plate of cookies with milk in his other hand. "How's your progress, baby?" He bent down to give you a peck on the lips. You waited until he put the plate and the cup down, then patted the ground next to you, signaling for him to sit down. He didn't waste any seconds, and plopped right next to you, happy that he could sit beside his girlfriend. Felix didn't want to make you feel pressured; he just wants to spend as much time as possible with you before he has to go back to endless dance practice, content creation, etcetera. You both know he loves doing what he does, but it can get overwhelming sometimes. They got cussed out a lot for the smallest of things, getting bullied and going as far as getting death treats. He was grateful for being able to work his dream job, and he is also happy that you understand what this kind of life comes with.

Felix watched you type your thoughts out in your document and started to play with your hair, which made you relax instantly. You couldn't help but melt into his touch. You leaned onto his shoulder, feeling exhausted. "I am almost done with half of my assignment; I just need another page, but I feel like my brain cells are giving up on me." He chuckled, placing a kiss on your head. "You got this; I believe in you." He started giving kisses all around your face, which soothed your tired thoughts. Felix eventually kissed your lips; the kiss was sweet and made you feel like you're under the sun at the beginning of the spring. You reciprocated immediately, feeling as though time had stopped—no tasks, no school, no pressure—just you and him tangled together in a complete state of Nirvana. Before it could get heated, Lixie pulled away, holding you firmly, so he kept up his strenght to not distract you further. "Is it okay if I play Zelda while I lay in your lap?" You saw a hint of pink on his face, making you smile. "Well, I am close to finishing it, so why not? I don't think it can cause any harm." Felix got up excitedly to get his switch with his headphones. He laid down and got comfortable, then started playing his game. He has been quite into it lately. The game was beautiful, and there were a lot of things to do. The excitement in him got you into playing it, asking for his help in some harder situations.

When you got done with half of your paper, you looked down and saw a sleeping Felix with a gaming console on the ground next to him. He looked so peaceful like this: his pink lips parted, his eyelashes casting shadows on his face, and his freckles painting constellations onto his features. You can't help but start connecting the dots on his face with your fingers, making his eyes flutter as he awakens. "What are you doing, gorgeous?" You lean down to kiss him as a response. You feel like you're going to explode with all the feelings inside your chest. "I am done with half of my paper; I didn't want to wake you, sorry." You pout just a little, earning a smile as he reaches for your face to caress it. "That's my good girl. Are you ready for some farming time?" You nod, knowing that you're going to end up either playing until the sun gets up again or none at all and will end up cuddling in bed.

You two made some lunch and plopped down besides each other. Your desks have been set against one another, his PC taking up one desk while yours is cluttered by notes and books for your university courses; you just keep pushing it back each time you take your laptop out instead of organizing it. Felix tried to reason with you or help with that mess, but that's how you were, looking unorganized yet knowing exactly what is where, always on point. That's what your grades always reflect: perfect or almost perfect scores, even though you procrastinate until the last minute. He smiled to himself, knowing how he and the boys wished they had this superpower.

You put on your two's favorite chill playlist and booted up the game. We made a lot of progress, stopping to occasionally show physical affection for each other or taking a quick bathroom or snack break. I didn't even notice how the time flied until you looked down on your watch, seeing that it had passed five a.m. "Yongbok, we have a problem. Have you checked the time?" He has been so into the game that he almost looked up into the corner to see the in-game time, realizing that this might become a problem in the future. "Oh shit, I didn't notice when it got this late. I mean, I am going to be okay; I won't work for a couple of days now, but when do you need to send this assignment in?" he asked, knowing damn well that you have a habit of sending in your tasks with one minute left on the clock, giving him a scare. One time, Chan got to see your study progress and felt his soul leave his body. He still remembers how he and Han watched how their leader scolded you about your academics and your attitude towards your learning, painting a picture of an overworked father lecturing his rebellious daughter, who—no matter what she's doing—will always be his treasure. It never got said out loud, but you became the younger sister of the group, with all the older members looking out for your happiness and safety. And Felix isn't sure that if you two ever break up—which, let's face it, is highly unlikely—he wouldn't get the shorter stick and wouldn't get scolded.

Once you two saved and logged off for the day, got ready for bed, you snuggled close to each other leaving sweet kisses on one another, fighting the strong urge to sleep. When he heard your breathing change, he knew that you were fast asleep, what he waited for all along. It makes him happy and calm, knowing you are asleep. He pressed a light kiss on your forehead.

"Good night, my love," and with that, he dozed off to sleep as well.

[katelynnwrites]

Maybe prompt 3 with Feli please?

illicit affairs. (prompts 3 & 13, felicitas rauch)

it doesn’t cross your mind how much you’ve hurt feli till you see her after the game.

she steers clear of you when you and your fellow teammates walk around the pitch, thanking the fans.

sara has her arm around her friend and shoots you a nasty glare when you try to approach them.

it’s enough of a warning that you relent for the moment, waiting in the tunnel for your girlfriend.

she must have known you would be there because she drags it out, taking a long time to leave the pitch.

the brunette is the last one in and she tries to brush past you.

‘liebling.’ you try pleadingly but she shakes her head, keeping her eyes downcast.

‘don’t.’

‘felicitas please. i’m sorry.’

‘no you’re not. don’t lie to me. you’ve done it over and over and i know you don’t plan on stopping.’

‘feli come on. that’s not fair.’

you reach for her hand but she snatches it away, taking several steps away from you.

‘isn’t it? it’s not a secret that i love you. don’t act like it is.’

you flinch but your girlfriend presses on, ‘i love you and you refuse to let me show it. it’s killing me inside. i’m not asking to kiss you in public but can you at least let me be proud of you?’

she’s crying now and sounds completely defeated when she mumbles, ‘i cannot change my feelings for you, believe me i fucking tried. it’s hard to love you when you don’t allow me to.’

‘feli…’ you breathe.

you never thought that your actions would make her deliberately try to get rid of her love for you. it doubles your guilt and the hurt you feel is unimaginable.

you wonder if that’s how the defender has been feeling all along.

‘all i wanted was to celebrate your goal with you, to hug you and congratulate you but you can’t even give me that.’

‘feli i am sorry. please i’m sorry i swear.’ you beg.

‘are you? because i can’t keep pretending it doesn’t cause me pain every time you intentionally push me aside in favour of our other teammates.’

you open your mouth but felicitas cuts you off, ‘sorry doesn’t fix the way you drop my hand as soon as we’re around cameras or how you barely acknowledge me during open trainings. you couldn’t even look at me the last time we did a pre match press conference together. your sorry can’t erase how i felt after that.

the brunette finally looks up at you and it strikes you precisely how exhausted she looks. it’s not physical exhaustion from the ninety minutes played but rather emotional exhaustion.

you hate that you are the one who has done this to her.

her tone is one of finality when she exclaims, ‘you say you love me but i don’t feel loved! i’m only your girlfriend in private and that’s not enough for me. this isn’t the kind of relationship i envisioned us having when we got together. it’s not the sort of relationship that i can live with anymore.’

‘are you…are you wanting us to break up?’ you hesitantly ask, fear already building in you.

feli squeezes her eyes shut for a moment.

‘no. but we’re going to have to if you can’t be different.’

you exhale shakily. maybe your relationship could still be saved after all.

‘felicitas it was never intentional on my part. i just wanted us to have some privacy away from the fans. i love you and i really am sorry for much i’ve hurt you.’

‘i know.’ the fullback nods and she doesn’t back away when you cautiously reach out to take her hand.

‘how public do you want us to be?’

feli runs her thumb over your palm as she thinks.

‘as long as it’s more than what we are now? as much as you’re comfortable with.’ she decides.

your girlfriend’s thoughtfulness and care for you catches you off balance.

you’ve been consistently hurting her and yet here she is thinking about you first. what you have done to deserve her, you’ll never know.

but you will try your best to be worthy of her.

tugging on her hand, you lead her back into the locker room and ignoring all your teammates, make straight for your cubby.

taking out your phone and unlocking it, you hand it over to your girlfriend who receives it with a very confused expression.

‘pick your favourite photo of us.’

feli eyes you in question but does as you ask.

she’s quick about it, going straight to your favourites album and choosing one from a few months ago.

you’re sitting in between her legs and feli has your head cradled in her hands. she’s pressing the sweetest of kisses onto your lips. cinny is in your lap, the brown poodle fast asleep.

you remember the moment well, it’s in your favourites album for a reason. it seems like the moment stuck in the defender’s mind as well.

when felicitas passes you your phone back, it’s easy work for you to post it onto your instagram, captioning it with a simple red heart emoji.

you give your phone back to her, your post displayed on the screen.

‘there. i don’t want you to have to hide how you feel for me because i’ve never meant to hide how i feel about you. i love you and now the whole world knows it.’

your girlfriend is speechless and you bounce on your toes anxiously as you wait for her response.

eventually she smiles widely, pulling you close by placing her hands delicately on your waist.

‘thank you liebling.’ she whispers.

‘don’t thank me. i should have done this a long time ago.’ you answer.

feli simply kisses you lightly in response.

[formulapookie]

I FINISHED IT

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Giving all of myself to you rosquez, 4.8k words

he couldn’t fucking believe his eyes.

out of every goddamn person at that party Marc had to go and talk to Dovizioso? 

the one guy who had managed to be in Marc’s bed while they were on no speaking terms?

he had even thought it was an uncalculated event, they just bumped into each other and talked like normal people.

but as soon as he met Marc’s eyes he knew it wasn’t the case.

Marc had done that intentionally, he just had to be fucking bratty every change he got.

His eyes were filled with lust, he wanted to see how far he could get before Vale came to him and snatched him from Dovi’s side to bring him back home and fuck him stupid.

Vale tried to warn him, to behave until the party was over, it was just three hours more couldn’t Marc be calm for once?

no.

He had to be a trouble and get Vale riled up and jealous in the midst of a party held by Ducati of all fucking things.

The breaking point for Vale was seeing Marc put a hand on Dovi’s bicep and squeeze it. Fucking. Squeeze it. 

Vale sent a message to Marc telling him to get in the car while he headed out, giving the excuse of being tired because he was old when his boys asked him where he was fleeing to.

He hoped they buyed it because he couldn’t exactly tell them “I’m going back home because Marc cannot behave like a normal person and I have to fuck him into next sunday”

Once Vale was finally outside he could already spot Marc leaning on his car, waiting for him with a knowing smirk.

the little shit.

Vale unlocked the car and got in without uttering a word, Marc following him and still smiling during the whole drive, neither of them saying a single thing, it wasn’t a necessity, they both knew what this night promised to them.

Vale focused his gaze on the street in front of his eyes, hands so tight around the steering wheel his knuckles were turning white, the outline of the veins on his arms clearly visible even in the dark night in Borgo Panigale.

It awakened something almost animalistic in Marc, he imagines those hands being around his throat, stopping the flow of oxygen and getting him lightheaded, just to release their grip and move down to his dick, teasing him until he couldn’t anymore.

He kept staring at Vale’s hand, biting his bottom lip and lightly brushing one of his own hands on his bulge, who was now everything but invisible.

Obviously Vale noticed, but he didn’t give in to the younger’s temptations to have him stop the car and rail him into the backseat.

Those were the longest 15 minutes of his life, having Marc make pretty eyes at him and even soft whimpers a few times, but he was set on punishing him for how he acted during the party and if meant he had to restrain himself for 15 minutes then so be it.

Vale doesn’t speak to him, not even once they arrive at the Hotel they were staying in, and Marc begins to get worried.

Did he push too much? Was it not part of their game to Vale? 

At that point they are in front of Vale’s hotel room, he looks at the older man swiping the card and the light from the door turning green, and before he can begin to apologize for his behavior because he really thinks he went overboard with it he is pushed against the wall by Vale, who goes directly for his throat, biting and licking it like a starved man.

And Marc is just deliciously easy for Vale when he acts like that, his whimpers becoming more and louder with each scratch of the man’s teeth on his throat.

He is so relieved he didn’t go overboard with the teasing tonight because the last thing he wants is for Vale to think he has other men in mind except for him, when actually Vale was the only thing with a permanent residency in his brain.

“Why do you always have to behave like a slut when we’re in public? Am I not fucking you enough? Because if that’s the problem we can solve it tonight, I think this will be enough for a while, I don’t think you’re getting out of bed tomorrow with your own legs”

Jesus. He doesn’t have time to answer because Vale tilts him and presses himself against him. He can feel Vale’s cock against the curve of his ass, making him lose his mind a little.

“Vale please” a dark chuckle comes from behind, as Vale licks a strip up his neck, making him shiver and whimper once again. 

“You are still demanding? After what you pulled earlier? I don’t think it’s really your place to demand things right now is it?”

Oh God Marc likes so much where this is heading. 

It is going to be one of those nights where Vale takes complete control of the situation, reducing Marc to nothing more than a begging whore. 

He just lets out a high pitched moan and presses himself more on Vale, feeling his own dick twitching from excitement.

He feels one of Vale’s hands tugging on his hair and pulling his head back, with just enough force to still be arousing. 

He feels hungry lips attacking his throat once more, this time leaving deep blue hickeys all over it.

Once he is satisfied with how he practically painted Marc’s throat with his marks Vale lets go of him, separating their bodies and turning around, beginning to take off his clothes.

“Get on the bed. I am gonna grab a few things and I want you to be naked and on your knees when I come back”

It’s almost pathetic the way Marc is so quickly obeying to those commands, stripping off every piece of clothing he has and sitting on the bed on his knees like he’d been told.

He’s not even embarrassed anymore of how fast Vale gets to him, how much of a hold his words have on his brain and body.

He stays there for maybe a minute when Vale finally comes back to the bedroom, carrying a bag full of things he immediately recognises.

Fuck.

He didn’t think he brought their toys along, afterall it was just a two day trip, but it gets him even more excited than he was before, his bulge starting to get painful.

Vale gets on the bed, still fully clothed, and looks at Marc, looking for any sign of discomfort or doubt, but the only things he finds are lust and need for whatever Vale decides to go for.

“Get your hands behind your back, you’re not gonna be able to touch yourself or me, got it? And since you can’t seem to act good when needed I’m gonna tie them up ok?”

Marc nods, his dick twitching again 

“Tell me if it’s ok Marc, I’m not doing anything unless you talk”

“Yes yes Vale please it’s ok”

and Vale smirks, he loves how easily he can get Marc to act all obedient in a bunch of seconds, it gives him confidence, even more than the one he already has.

Vale grabs a set of blue ropes from the bag, they’re not a lot, just enough to secure Marc’s hands together so that they don't move, and positions himself next to Marc, tying his hands together and making sure he’s not going to free himself at any point.

“Remember, it’s red to stop and yellow to slow down, green to go on. If-” 

“If I can’t talk it's one tap for ok, two for slowing down and three to stop, I know Vale”

The older man can’t help but smile, he likes this side of their relationship, especially the fact they’ve clear boundaries about it and would never actually hurt each other. 

“You’re really pretty like that Marc. It’s only a shame you always have to act like a whore and then I have to make you face consequences isn’t it?”

Marc lets out a soft sound, the mix of praise and degradation successfully getting at him, while Vale moves to be in front of him, unbuttoning his jeans.

“Unzip them for me, yes?” Marc shifts to be eye-level with Vale’s bulge, taking the zip in between his teeth and pulling it down, he can see the lineout of the man’s dick pressing against his boxers, and being the bastard he is he starts to mouth at it through the clothing, gettin Vale even harder.

It doesn’t last long, Vale grabs a handful of hair and pulls so that Marc is looking up at him, his eyes painted a dark blue, an aura of lust surrounding everything.

“Behave” and he lets go, Marc hurriedly taking off his boxers using his teeth again, and taking Vale’s cock an inch at a time.

He’s agonizingly slow at doing it and Vale’s patience has now reached its limit. 

He tentatively thrusts his hips up, fucking Marc’s mouth a little.

Marc looks up at him, letting go of his cock to answer the provocation.

“Green” and levels himself once more, opening his mouth.

Vale then grabs Marc’s head and starts fucking his mouth at a regular pace, feeling him gag from time to time and his saliva coating his dick, moaning around it to let the vibrations get to Vale.

He picks up the pace, Marc letting out obscene noises everytime it hits the back of his throat, his hands gripping onto nothing.

His eyes start to water and when he looks up Vale can see tears forming in the corners of his eyes, looking at him with a deep desire written in them.

“You can swallow for me, yes? Put that pretty mouth on silent for once and get it to do what it was made to do”

Marc moans, shivering because the position he’s in lets his cock rub between his thighs and the sheets, and Vale talking to him like that just gets him so excited it’s almost embarrassing.

Vale thrusts a few more times, sloppier than before, breathing harder, and finally comes down Marc’s throat, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

Marc is pouting now, looking at Vale with demand, a drop of cum still on the corner of his mouth, shiny and inviting.

He still hasn’t kissed Vale, he wants to, longs for those lips to be pressed against his, but Vale’s mischievous smirk suggests to him that’s not going to happen.

It’s basically psychological torture to him, the impossibility of feeling Vale that way, and Vale fucking knows, knows that for how much he can punish him by edging him to death or overstimulate him until he can’t even remember his name the thing he’s going to miss more is that.

He’s manhandled on his back, a pillow under his hips to make access for Vale easier, who before taking his shirt off goes up to Marc’s ear, biting on his lobe so lightly it’s almost imperceptible “Maybe next time you don’t act like a whore and I’ll let you kiss me, but until then I don’t think you deserve that at all”

Marc whines, but he can’t even get an answer out of himself as he feels his legs being pushed apart and onto Vale’s shoulders, who begins to lick at his thighs and bite down on the muscled flesh, leaving light marks every time he lets go.

But once he’s closer to where Marc needs him most it’s like a switch has been turned on, bites become stronger and also does the grip on his hips, keeping them pressed down against the pillow.

Vale starts biting down and then sucking on the meat of the boy’s thighs, this time leaving more and deeper signs of his presence, causing Marc to whine again, he knows Vale knows he wants more, but he can’t risk demanding and fucking his situation up even more.

“Don’t be impatient, be glad I chose to let you have me at all tonight, I could’ve simply have you suck me off and then leave you there, stay still for once and let me work ok? Don’t worry you’re going to wish you never teased me like that, I’m going to make you cum so much this room will smell like you for days”

Marc barely has time to register the words that Vale has his mouth on him, tongue pushing inside his hole and humming as if he’s tasting a delicious meal.

Marc becomes a moaning mess in a matter of seconds, head thrown on the bed, legs tensing up and his dick leaking an obscene amount of pre cum.

His hands are pressed between his back and the mattress, tied and unable to be freed, it makes him loose his mind because all he wants right now is to touch touch touch every inch of Vale’s body but he fucking can’t.

Vale doesn’t stop, he can feel Marc gettin more and more wet around his tongue and is fucking loving it. He loves reducing the other to this, and knows Marc likes it too, the masquerade of “the one always in control” he presents to the public is completely reversed once he gets to Vale’s bedroom, he gives up control as if it’s a glass of water, and Vale is so thirsty for it.

Marc is only a man after all and if you’ve got Valentino Rossi between your legs working you open with his tongue you can only hope to last enough not to make it embarrassing.

And he really tries to last, but the constant humming coming from the older tips him over the edge, making him moan in his delicious high pitched way, eyes closed and legs closing around Vale’s head as he finds his release, reducing his abs to a mess of sweat and white cum.

But Vale is not a forgiving man, and much less a liar, and he promised Marc the room is going to smell like him after he’s done, and he will honor his words.

He opens Marc’s legs again, fingers grazing his dick, already getting hard again at the slight friction he’s been given.

“Vale” comes out a broken moan, Vale smiles cruelly and keeps on teasing his boy’s dick, not really doing anything to make him feel good.

He then proceeds to lick all around the area where Marc wants him, hands running up and down his legs, feeling the smooth and waxed skin contrasting with his.

It takes him a good few minutes and a string of pleas from Marc to get him to actually take him in his mouth, playing with his head before swallowing him whole, feeling the twitch of the boy’s dick at the stimulation.

He’s quick in his movements, wanting to get Marc to come in the shortest amount of time possible, he has so many ideas on how to treat him after his stunt at the Gala he would need an entire week spent in bed to realize them all.

“Vale Vale I’m close please” Marc doesn’t actually know what he’s asking for, if it’s forgiveness, if it’s more, less, or whatever else it’s out there.

He just knows the only thing currently running in his mind is Valentino’s name, in bright blue letters, and the ghost of his hands wrapped around his neck, getting him light headed and on the edge, the longing for that specific sensation eating him whole, he wants -no, needs- that right now.

His hips move up, choking Vale in the process, but he acts like he doesn’t care, and grabs the lube he tossed in the lustful black box he took the ropes from, coating his hand while still sucking Marc off, and slowly pressing a finger inside, causing him to whine.

It’s not long before a second finger is pressed inside and that’s the breaking point for Marc, his control over sensations tumbling down as he comes for the second time, this one down Vale’s throat, who doesn’t waste time to add a third finger, scissoring them so good Marc is on the verge of crying.

“Oh crying already piccolo? We’ve just begun you know? I told you I’m gonna make sure you get a proper compensation for your actions, maybe this way you won’t act out that much”

Marc feels the punishing pace stopping for a second, horror swallowing him as Vale’s fingers leave him, just to lift his head up and feel them grabbing his hips to turn him onto his stomach, then filling him up again, while the other hand goes to tug at the ropes secured around his hands, making him shift on the bed, his cock getting stimulated once again.

His voice is now a useless tool, soft whispers reaching Vale thanks to a blessing, words spoken so quietly and mixed with moans they are incomprehensible.

“Speak up or I’ll leave you here like this”

“Fuck me Vale please” it all comes in a single breath and vale smirks, he loves gettin his boy to the point of begging to be fucked, always has, but how could someone blame him after all? 

He looks so helpless like this, bruises already making their appearance on his thighs and neck, ass practically pushed against him, all red and flustered, tears in his eyes.

“Mh since you’re begging I could think about that” the harshness in his voice feels cutting to Marc, who can’t help but cry a bit, Vale’s fingers now unmoving and not offering him a single bit of pleasure.

“Please please papi I promise you I won’t do it again pl-” he’s cut off by Vale tugging at the ropes around his hands and pulling him up against his chest, the borders of their own bodies dissolving.

“No no piccolo you shouldn’t lie you know that. We both know you’ll do it again because you just can’t help it can you? You need to be a brat and piss me off because you want me to rail you like this. you’ll probably be more of a slut next time, who are you gonna flirt with eh? Pecco? Bezz? You want me to take you apart like this right? you need it”

Vale’s words are met with a loud whine coming from Marc, who’s just so overwhelmed by the fact that Vale is right, he is going to act more like that just to gain this, he knows what buttons to push, he wants to know how far he can go.

“I swear you like calling me papi more than I like hearing you say it, you’re just made like this eh? Made for me”

If Marc could ascend to heaven right now he doesn’t think it would feel better than hearing those words because yes yes yes Vale is right again, he wants Vale to take control and loves to see how his expression changes when he calls him papi to tease him.

And on top of all Vale saying he’s made for him…oh God he could cum from that alone.

He feels some shuffling going on behind him and before he can make out what they are a soft but dark fabric is put on his eyes, impeding him from seeing anything.

“You look really good blindfolded you know? Should do that more often” and Marc would be extremely ok with it.

He’s hyper sensitive once he’s like that, all of his other senses stepping up and multiplying their sensitivity, reducing him to a pretty doll for Vale to play with.

“papi” he barely manages to say it he can already hear the cap of the lube bottle being flipped open and the liquid pouring from it.

Vale lets go of the restraints slowly, flipping Marc so that he’s facing him, even if he can’t see his eyes he knows they're full of lust for him.

He repeats the plea, more demanding this time, and Vale manhandles him onto his lap like he weighs nothing.

It always amazed Marc how Vale, despite being way thinner and lighter than him, could just move him around like that. 

“You either shut up and use that mouth to let me hear how desperate I can make you or I’ll have to gag you mh? and we know you like to be loud, so I would stick to begging if I was you”

God if this was what he was getting for acting like that he’ll do it every moment of his life. 

Marc tries to reply, but in that moment he feels Vale’s hands lifting him up and one of them guiding him on his dick, sinking him down on it so fucking slowly it should be labeled as torture.

Marc whimpers, and Vale can’t help but smile at it because how can he not when he has perfection between his hands?

He thrusts his hips up, gaining a muffled sound from Marc, who’s biting his lip trying to keep a bit of dignity.

Vale starts moving with a steady pace, holding MArc’s hips in his hands and running his fingers around them, just because he knows how sensitive Marc gets once he’s blindfolded, and wants to break him. He deserves it after all. And he knows Marc enjoys it, both the teasing and the punishment part.

“God please I want to kiss you, please just once, please Vale” he sounds desperate, and he is, he dreads for Vale’s lips on his, he feels like he can’t survive without them.

“If you cum again while riding me I’ll let you kiss me, what do you say mh?”

“Yes yes I’ll do it just promise me”

Even through the blindfold Vale knows tears are forming in Marc’s eyes, and if it wasn’t for the oversensitiveness he would’ve already removed it.

“Then come on Marc, give me a show”

And Marc is eager, he wants those lips on his at all costs, so he adjusts himself to be a little bit more comfortable and starts bouncing on Vale’s dick with a regular pace, but with no support other than his legs and Vale not helping it’s fucking difficult.

He tries so hard to do it on his own but after a little he feels his thighs giving out, soft pleas escaping his mouth.

“Want me to help you, bimbo? What is it you can’t cum on your own?”

Marc cries, he needs it so fucking bad and needs Vale to take him apart right now to feel their mouths against one another.

“Didn’t hear you tesoro, what did you say?” Vale is a dickhead and Marc knows it, he’s just as hungry for this as Marc, but he has control of it, he’s the one guiding this whole thing.

“Please help me I need you papi” he goes all in, tries to sum up begging and submission and Vale’s really fucking strong daddy kink to get him to do something and it works.

Vale grips on his hips and starts moving them up and down, meeting his thrusts, Marc just becoming a babbling mess, useless words coming out of his mouth without a string of coherent thought.

“You feel so good fuck, nobody can have you like this eh? Just me fuck” Vale is groaning and biting at Marc’s collarbone not to be too loud but he’s just as on edge as Marc, going crazy for how putty the boy now results in his hands, practically moldable to his will.

“You liked being a slut earlier? Do you think Dovizioso could make you feel like this? Or anyone else? Would you beg for their cock inside you like a pathetic whore?”

it’s so much, it’s so much teasing for poor Marc, he’s wetting the blindfold with tears, he can’t even answer without sobbing from overstimulation.

“No Vale only you -god- only you can fuck me this good no others, I only want you I swear I am good”

It’s so empowering for Vale, he feeds himself on it, it’s like oxygen to his brain.

Vale doesn’t want to lose the possibility of seeing Marc’s face when he cums, so he slowly moves one of his hands up to his head and unties the fabric, Marc blinks a few times to get adjusted and then directs his gaze towards Vale 

Marc’s dick stands hard between their bodies, sliding up and down Vale’s abs, precum smeared all over them.

He has tears in his eyes, so beautiful and lost, glossy and big, begging Vale for something, anything.

“Come on Marc cum for me, I want to see you while you do, you look so good” Marc whines again, more tears rolling down his cheeks as he tries to match Vale’s thrusts, then he finally cums, a lot,, all over Vale and himself, a loud moan interrupted by Vale’s lips on his, fucking finally, Vale is hungry for the kiss too, he bites at the boy’s lips, grabs the back of his neck with one hand while the other goes for his dick, pumping out the last drops of cum he still has in him.

Then he orgasms too, buried so deep inside Marc he loses contact with reality, filling him up so good Marc whimpers again, lips not leaving Vale’s.

It’s a mess of tongue and teeth and it feels so good he doesn’t want to let go.

It's the older one who breaks the kiss first, Marc trying to chase him.

“Fuck wish I could breed you, that way no one would get close to you right? I’d brand you with myself inside you”

And Marc is almost fainting because what the fuck he didn’t even know Vale could talk like that, not that much, but he loves it, he thinks about Vale making him his forever, and there’s nothing he’d want more than that.

Vale slides out of Marc gently, a huge contraposition from what he had been doing up until now.

And this is the good part, knowing that even during these moments Vale loves him and cares for him, getting up to go grab a water bottle and a snack, alongside a washcloth from the bathroom.

He slowly unties the ropes holding Marc’s wrists together, which are red and have deep signs on them and Vale worries for a moment.

“i told you if it hurted to tell me, this signs shouldn’t be this deep amore” he sounds genuinely worried, massaging his lover’s wrists with fondness and making sure he is ok

“They didn’t hurt too much, they were just a bit too tight, but I promise I wasn’t hurting Vale”

Vale doesn’t believe him, first because even if he didn’t feel his wrists hurting they most certainly were, given the high pain tolerance Marc has and the general disregard for what happens to his body, and secondly because he knows Marc wants to please him, and telling him it hurted would’ve made Vale feel bad.

“Let me get some massage oil, you're not sleeping until I see those marks getting better ok?”

Marc wants to answer but Vale’s words are more of an affirmation rather than a question, so he stays on the bed, waiting for the other to come back with all he needs.

“Thank you” it’s a whisper, and Vale barely catches it, but it makes him smile, how Marc still trusts him even after all he did.

Maybe that’s why he’s so soft now, he knows he’s hurt Marc in the past, a lot, and he wants him to know he’s never going to do that again.

He massages the boy’s wrists for a good ten minutes, until he can see the other drifting to sleep, giving him a pair of clean boxers and making sure he at least drinks some water.

Marc’s eyes are heavy with sleep, and Vale is not doing any better, but he wants to make sure the other falls asleep first, just to indulge on his beautiful face a bit more.

“Buonanotte amore”

“Notte”

Marc finally falls asleep, nestled in Vale’s chest, his face in the crook of the man’s neck.

Vale has a soft smile painted on his face while he strokes Marc’s hair, his eyes tracing every feature of his boy, asking himself how he got so lucky to have a second chance at life shaped like him.

“Giuro che ti sposo” he whispers before falling asleep as well, his thoughts drifting to the velvet box stored in his bedside table in Tavullia, a bright diamond ring shining inside it.

The promise of a lifetime together.

[bellaxgiornata]

Honestly I cannot believe that I've been on tumblr for just over a year now and somehow there's already so many of you wonderful people here that are reading, enjoying, and supporting my silly little fics. When I jumped over here from AO3, I had not anticipated how much fun I was going to have getting to chat with all of y'all while also sharing my stories with those of you who aren't on AO3. I've definitely made some wonderful friends this past year because of tumblr and I just want to say thank you to everyone for the support. I always mean it when I say y'all are the reason I keep writing these stories 💖

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