#i fully told him that i was doubling down to fuck with him and dont actually give a shit

[monsterhospital]

the best part about being a Girl Who Knows A Lot About Star Wars is that you can fuck with dudes so much. no guy has ever been able to refute my backed claim that moff tarkin canonically had sex with a stormtrooper. why? because doing so would force them to admit they've never read 'of mouse droids and men' and therefore know less about star wars than me: a girls' girl who thinks that luke skywalker and the mandalorian "are probably in an open relationship".

[babygirlispunk]

Summer Fling - PART THREE

Pedro Pascal x f!Reader

summary: meaningful words are exchanged and built up tension between you and Pedro is released... kind of.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dry humping/fucking, fingering.

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: keeping this one sweet and simple, thank you so much to everyone who has commented, shared and liked the last two parts. means so much and motivates me, didn't think I'd be posting three parts within a week 🫶

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The uber ride to his hotel was silent. You both hadn't spoken a single word since you got into the elevator. You weren't sure what was going on in his mind either since you were avoiding eye contact with him, feeling shy at the idea of what is likely to happen when you reached his hotel room. Apparently liquid courage had a time limit because you certainly weren't feeling as bold as before. If anything, your eyes were getting heavy and sleepiness was taking over.

The only thing keeping you conscious right now was Pedro's touch keeping you present in the waking world. The sloppy kisses along your neck in the elevator down, his hand wrapped tight around yours when waiting for the uber, the trail he'd slide up and down with the tips of his fingers along your thigh while in the car, the way he hugged you from behind with one arm while his other hand found its way to the hem of your dress and lifting it so his fingers could ever so gently caress circles on the fabric of underwear as you both watched the numbers on the elevator ascend...

As you stood at his door while he rummaged through his pockets to find the key card, you took out your phone to let Syria know you're okay. You struggled to type as your body starts to feel tired and you were seeing double of the screen.

You: I dint dish. With Ped at hoteel.

Syria: Will u be ok?? I'll come get u if you don't want to sleep with him??

You: of corse i want to sleeep him text you tomoz

Syria: ur drunk as fuck, are you 100% sure??

You: dont cock bock me pls

Syria: be safe baby girl xx

You look back up from your phone and Pedro is waiting for you at the door way, looking concerned.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You grin back at him for reassurance though he doesn't look convinced.

"You were just typing really slow on your phone... and you're swaying on the spot."

"Oh." you laugh nervously. "Did drink quite a bit."

He cocks his head to the side, frowning. He sighs then taking your hand, he leads you inside. You're hoping he's going to take you the bed but instead he sits you down on a massive couch facing the floor to ceiling windows. While he walks off, you try to take in as much of your surroundings as you could. You realise that he had a studio style room.

As a celebrity you were fully expecting him to have a massive multi room penthouse or something but instead his chosen to stay in something more fitted for one person. Although it was bigger and fancier than something you could afford, and this couch was basically as king single bed in itself, it still felt humble for someone of his status.

Pedro appears in front of you again and hands you a cold water bottle, motioning you to drink it. You do as your told and he kneels in front of you. Watching with a side eye as you sip on the bottle, he's situated himself in front of you and is on his knees. Staring down intently and biting his inner lip. You follow his line of sight and you feel your core pool with arousal realising he's looking at your exposed lacy underwear. Your dress had hitched up your hips, exposing your lower half.

The longer his eyes linger, the wetter your felt yourself get. His eyes are met with yours. He licks his bottom lip, lowers his head and kisses your knee, not losing eye contact.

"Keep drinking the water." he says low and slow.

"Yes sir."

You do so but keep watching him as he places one hand on your calf and uses the other to unzip your boot. Sliding it slowly off your foot and placing it to the side, he moves to your other leg to do the same but slower. You listen as each hook of the zip undoes itself as he pulls it down. This time he raises your leg higher to his chest height, sliding the boot of your foot. You're losing concentration as water starts to spill the sides of your lips and run down your chin and neck.

His eyes had not left you once and you see him take in a deep inhale watching the water drip down you. Placing the Achilles of your foot on his shoulder, he softly places kisses on your leg. Closing the lid of the bottle you chuck it away and lean back into the couch wanting to have a full view of him making his way up your leg. He kisses, licks and nibbles his way down your thigh, beard and stache tickling against your skin, you throw your head back and the room is spinning but you whimper, begging him to hurry up and reach your pussy already.

But he stops.

You stare at the whirling ceiling waiting for him to continue, but he doesn't.

Bringing your head back down, you see him resting his cheek against your thigh, staring at you with those damn puppy eyes.

"What am I going to do with you..." he whispered as if it slipped from his mind out his mouth.

Impatient and slightly annoyed, you reach for his top and pull him to yourself. Kissing him hastily and humming into him, you reach your hand down to his crotch and palm him as desperately as you can through his jeans. He was already hard under your touch and you could really get a grasp of how big he could be, the thought of it increasing your already flooding wetness. You were so ready for him, to take him whole.

As you attempt to undo his pants, fingers struggling to undo his belt buckle, the kiss is broken as he pulls back. You stare at him, mouth open and disoriented, he shakes his head 'no'.

"When you're sober." he says sincerely.

"I am sober!" Your slurred words say otherwise.

"I'm going to change, stay here okay?"

You nod begrudgingly and he gets up onto his feet. As he stands in front of you, his crotch is eye level and you basically drool at the sight of his large bulge, frowning when he walks away.

Waiting for him to change, you get comfortable into the couch, watching night life bustle below. Sparkling lights, honking cars, people walking along the wharf, even the stadium lights where beaming bright into the stars.

Pedro drops himself next to you on the couch and when you look at him, you swear he's teasing you on purpose. He changed his jeans for a pair of sweatpants and of course they're grey. You squint at him for his audacity and he returns the look with a wink and pats his lap.

You lie your head down on his lap, sad that his hard on had gone down. He sweetly moves the hair that's fallen onto your face and tucks it behind your ear. He continues to pat your head, soothing you and building up your sleepiness.

"So what are you doing down under anyways."

"Just having a break. It's cold up north so I thought I would try somewhere different. My brother, Nico, suggested Australia and just went along with it and brought him and a few friends along too."

Thinking back you realised the guy he was talking to at New Year Eve and back at the bar must've been his brother.

"And how are you liking it so far?"

"Well this city reminds me a lot of New York, except hot. And the people are pretty chill for the most part. Nicer too. You guys certainly know how to party, I'll say that. Crazy but in a good way."

"Thanks I think." you laugh.

"I actually went west after the music festival. Gorgeous sites and beaches. Felt like a massive country town despite being a main city, but something... something was pulling me back here."

Pedro moves his hand to your shoulder and strokes your arm. Your mind lingers on his last words. Was it self-centred to think you were that 'something'. That kiss you shared was intense and did hold heavy for you but you couldn't imagine it was enough for him to come back in hopes of finding you in a city of millions. You just had to ask, not directly though.

"So... do you usually bring back women to your place after a night out or..."

You feel his stomach bump against the back of your head as he chuckles.

"No, not really. Its been awhile since the last time I've slept with someone. Been too busy to. I've been working so hard to get where I am but my siblings could see it take a toll on me. They basically held an intervention." You feel him take a deep breath. "Sorry, off track... I do- have slept with people I meet out but only if I really feel like I've connected with them in some way otherwise I just get to know them first."

You feel your heart skip a beat. You didn't expect an answer any deeper then a yes or no, but you were grateful he felt comfortable enough to speak openly like that though it makes you question where you stand on that spectrum of 'connection'. You turn onto your back so you're able to look up at him. His face is solemn, looking out the window but scrunches a smile at you.

"And what happens to these connections?" you ask hesitantly.

"I chicken out and let them go...or they were simply one sided." his voice trails off and he looks away. You clearly had hit a soft spot.

Was this a one sided connection? You obviously were connected to him sexually, he was your celebrity crush and anyone would take that chance. You have probably shared more kisses and touches then you have words but you couldn't think of anyone else who had made you feel this way, an unexplainable pull that has brought you back into his arms by some miracle.

Or you're just majorly overthinking e v e r y t h i n g and were the exception. A simple hook up.

"I have to know..." you wanted to lighten the mood, so you figured you'd tease him a little. "How do you reeeeeally feel about being the internets Daddy?"

He looks down at you, eyebrows raised and amused. You stick your tongue at him to make sure he knows you're playing around.

"It's fun with the fans, not so much when it's all interviewers ask me to get clicks and reactions. So I just play dumb for the most part."

"Understandable. You're handsome but you're also really fucking talented. A shame you weren't recognise earlier."

"A fan are we?" he teases, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks into a fishy face.

"Don't act like you didn't know old man." you say through fishy lips.

"Ouch." he uses his valley girl accent and you both giggle.

He leans in for a quick kiss, soft but heavy, making your cheeks flush at the suddenness of it and how loaded it felt. You try to get a read of his face but all you can pick up is a quick flash of anxiousness in his eyes.

"What was that for?"

"Just felt like it." he shrugs. Something was bothering him.

"What's on your mind."

He's eyes become heavy, his mouth is twitching nervously, bending and hyper extending his thumb. Looking through the window, you can tell his mind is running and is contemplating sharing his thoughts. Eyes darting back to you, he takes a deep jagged breath.

"Without trying to sound like a crazy person, before we even kissed, when I saw you for the first time after you bumped me, I just felt something. A pull. I couldn't stop looking at you. Your energy and smile reminded me of someone special to me. We kissed, then you were gone. I tried not to dwell on the feeling and you're so... young, I thought I was being that stereotypical creepy guy... But I found myself back here. Seeing you again was like finding a needle in a haystack, yet there you were, at the bar. Admittedly I was scared to approach you first, I didn't want to come off as some crazy stalker. But I couldn't let you get away this time. You rejected me of course." He chuckles softly remembering how you pass him up. "But I think that pull brought you back to me."

Butterflies erupt in your abdomen, not quite believing what you were hearing. It felt like a camera crew was going to jump out of no where and tell you you're getting punked. Or did you drink so much at the bar you passed out and dreaming this all up?

Pedro desperately searches your face for an answer. "I sound insane don't I?"

You reach out and cup his cheek, caressing it with your thumb. He nuzzles into it, kissing your palm.

He was real. This was real.

"I'm glad you found me." Was all you could say while feelings and words jumbled in your brain not being able to translate it into a coherent deeper sentence.

You both just stare deeply into each others eyes, no words being able to describe the feeling that was being shared between you two. You start yawning and all strength you have left to keep your eyes open is gone. He continues to stroke your head in his lap, whispering a song and lulling you to sleep.

Me complace amarte Disfruto acariciarte y ponerte a dormir Es escalofriante Tenerte de frente, hacerte sonreír...

Eyes slowly open to the view of the dawning city. Sunlight reflecting off building windows and the river. A pair of glasses sitting on the coffee table in front of you. You're still on the couch. As your brain catches up with your body you are able to feel and make sense of your surroundings. It's silent in the room except for the slow breath blowing on the back of your hair.

A warm body is pressed against your backside, legs tangled together. An arm is tucked underneath the crook of your neck, wrapped around your chest while the others is draped over your waist. You listen to the hum of his shallow breath. It seems like he moved some pillows and a blanket from the bed to the couch. You can't help but smile at his kindness and at the fact he didn't ditch you for the bed.

You carefully turn around as to not stir Pedro awake so you can look at him. Hair tousled, face relaxed, he almost looks younger than he is, as if all the worries in his world have left him. Last nights words echo in your head and those butterflies return.

Like instinct, you can't help yourself but kiss the along the ridge of his gorgeous nose. Tickling him, he twitches and scrunches his face. His eyes slowly flutter open, slightly blinded by the light from the window. Blinking away the sleep, he sees you and places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Sorry." you whisper.

Another small kiss, this time on your nose.

"Good morning Soleada." his voice is husky from sleep, sending a tingling down you and waking your body up from inside. "Hope you don't mind that I stayed on the couch with you."

Dipping your head onto his neck, you give wet kisses to answer him. He groans softly as you make your way up to his ear and nibble it. Slipping your hand underneath his shirt, feeling up his lean back and wrapping your leg over his hip to bring his pelvis closer to yours.

Unlike his jeans you are able to get a better feel from his sweatpants of his cock twitching and growing against the fabric of your underwear.

You whimper while you suck on his ear lobe as you eagerly rub against him, the friction of the fabric building the heat. A hand suddenly slaps onto your ass and you let out a yelp at the sting that is muffled by Pedro's lips crashing onto yours. He didn't waste a second to dive his tongue in your mouth and you opened for him letting your tongue find his.

If the slap wasn't going to bruise, his death grip on your ass certainly would. The pain adding to the arousal, you needed to be closer to him. You use your free hand on his back to fiddle with your underwear trying to get it down without breaking the kiss. Realising you're struggling, Pedro helps you pull them down far enough that you're able to kick them the rest of the way off.

Hitching your leg up, Pedro rolls on to his back bringing you with him now resting on top straddling him, blanket slipping off you two and onto the floor. Now able to put your full weight down on his cock, you roll your hips deep into him and stimulate your clit.

"Fuck." He moans against your lips. "Need t-to get this off n-now."

He swiftly takes his own top off, only just now breaking the kiss then grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it up to get it past your head. You sit up to put your full body on display for him to devour with his eyes as you keep rolling your hips and you admire his sun kissed skin and broad chest and shoulders rising and falling, begging for air. His stomach is plush but still lean. He bites onto his bottom lip, eyes darting at every point of your body.

"So beautiful. God how did I let you go the first time. I could have had all this 2 weeks ago." he says it so breathlessly and sweet you can't help the whine that slips out your mouth. You need to feel every inch of him so bad, reaching for his sweat pants to pull them down but he stops you, gripping tightly around your wrists.

"Keep riding." he growls, eyes intense.

"But-"

"I said, keep riding." the dominance in his voice makes you blush not expecting this part of him but you don't think twice, placing your hands on his chest and harden your glides against the outline of his dick. With the help of his hands on your hips bringing you back and forth, you're able to get a consistent rhythm. Slowly a tightness builds in your lower stomach and you can't hold back the sounds escaping your lips.

"Don't be shy now. I need to hear you beautiful. I need to hear how good you feel."

You do as you're told, letting yourself be more vocal as each roll of your hips brings you higher, watching him through slitted eyes as he looks back and forth from your face and your clit grinding against him. With growing intensity, your arms are getting weaker and your arms begin you shake, losing your momentum. Pedro notices. Sitting up and holding you tight to his body, he swivels his with you around so that his back is resting the back of the couch.

He takes one of your boobs in his mouth and laps his tongue around your nipple, throwing your head back and grabbing his face to bring him closer to your chest.

"Ah! Pedro!" you moan out loud as he nips and bites at your nipple and slips a finger from behind into your pussy making you grind faster.

He pumps his fingers in and out, in and out in rhythm with your rolls, mouth sucking on your tit, your legs are starting to shake. You're so fucking close you can't stop moaning his name, pleading him to get you to the finish line and his hungry growls vibrate along your chest. He sticks in not just one but two more fingers, stretching you wide and massaging your walls inside. You're so wet the pain is pleasurable.

He moves away from your nipple and connects his forehead to your sweaty one, eyes staring deep into each other desperately trying not to close them from aching pleasure. There is so much yearning in his deep coffee eyes, you're almost lost in them if it weren't for his fingers, knuckle deep, each pump getting harder and faster helping you reach the edge of bliss as they hit in just the right spot.

"You feel so good like this beautiful, you're gonna feel so perfect on my cock."

With his sweet words, it sends you over. Your pussy pulses violently around his fingers, hips bucking and your stomach tightens making you keel over and scream out Pedro's name pressing hard against his forehead. Murmurs of your name and praises against your lips, he moves his fingers and rubs circles on your already over stimulated clit prolonging the orgasm, yelping out in pleasure and making stars in your vision as you squeeze your eyes shut tight.

"Good girl." He coos in your ear as the last of your spasms subside.

Shaking and breathless, you hug around his neck and your body slumps into his, feeling the hot touch of his chest and body, still straddling him. He brushes his fingers up and down your back, soothing you with hums as he kisses you on your cheek. You stay seated there in a breathy silence, regaining your energy back while listening to him continue to hum whatever song he was singing last night.

As you're mind comes back to reality, you begin to feel a cool wetness spreading against your inner thighs. You straighten up and look down at Pedro's lap, shuffling a little back to see the stark and massive wet patch on his sweats taking up the whole of his lap.

"Fuck." wide eyed, you meet his eyes and he only looks pleased with himself, a self-gratifying grin plastered across his face accentuating his dimple. Before you can say another words, he has your face cradled in his hands, showering your face with kisses.

"I like seeing and feeling how wet you are for me." He leans back and slides his hand under the elastic of his sweats and you watch him palm himself, letting out small grunts of delight. Your not surprised you can feel yourself getting excited again already, he is just so gorgeous and undeniably sexy in his actions and words. "Soaked right through Soleada."

Practically salivating and wanting to taste yourself on his cock you finger at the elastic of his waistband wanting to rip them off but of course he stops you, tsk tsk-ing at you. You pout in response. When will he let you finally touch him, like actually touch him skin to skin?

"Lets have breakfast and go beach." he says nonchalantly like you aren't butt naked in front of him and he's not soaked with your juices.

"You're kidding me. You get me naked but don't even fuck me? At least let me give you a blowie." you whine exasperated.

"Blowie?" he says imitating your accent.

"Blowjob." you mock back in an American accent.

He laughs out a wheezy laugh and its hard to stay mad at him with how adorable he sounds. Pouty lipped, he brings you in and pecks at your neck, seemingly his favourite spot on you, really not helping the growing arousal building up again deep in you.

"I'll make it worth the wait. I promise."

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[jmvore]

» WARNING › nothing, just fluff, jimin’s stressed, guitarist! Jimin, indie!Jimin, he and darling are on a mini-vacation, hint at Jimin going to therapy. bruised up!jm » SONG PLAYING › I don't wanna by jagged edge, promise by jimin » A/N › this takes place one week after that other ask. I wanted to write something else for it, didn't want to leave it on a sour note but, this is simply Jimin trying to cope with his injuries.

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[05:45pm] You wake to an empty bed, unsure of where Jimin is or what he is up to. Things have been hard for him since the incident that happened last week and you wanted to help take his mind off of things. It kills him not being able to dance with his students. Forced to sit on the sidelines and not being able to pressure on his foot until it fully healed. Needing help from other teachers just to teach his own class.

You see the toll it’s taking on him every time he comes home. It hurts to know you can’t do anything about it but to console him when he does break down because no matter how many times he says he's fine, his actions say otherwise.

So with the children’s quarterly break at the school and your firm’s available cases slowing down, you decided to make plans for the two of you. It gives you the chance to take a much-needed vacation. A place accessible but secluded. A place where it could be you and him without any interruption. A place he doesn't have to think about anything, just simply relax.

You sit-up to rub the crust from your eyes and shake yourself awake. The chords of strings linger from a distance and the thought of why he's up so early crosses your mind. That is until your ear pick up the sound of rain. Jimin loves the rain. He once said that rain cleanses you from unwanted ties and vibes.

Another strum of chords and you're up to find him. If you know him by now, you know he’s either by the sliding glass door in community room or by a window watching the rain fall.

You swing your legs off to the bed to slip on your houseshoes before grabbing your purple silk robe to wrap around your body. You follow the sound of the noted he pluck.

"Petal?" You call out to him as he mentions he's by the patio door. “Hey.”

"Hey… Did I wake you?"

"No." You stand next to him as he continues to play in small increments. His brows scrunch together and you can tell he's concentrating on something. You can see his foot lying on the cold floor, turning to grab the pillow from the dining chair and placing his foot on top. "I was just wondering why you were up. checking on you."

“Ah,” He smiles but it doesn't reach his ears. Something that's been happening as of late. “Thinking. Playing…”

You hum, “Anything I can help you with?”

"No, it’s okay, darling.” You frown but nod, knowing he's not going to -. “I, um, I re-wrapped my ankle bandage so you didn't have to."

"Baby..." You sigh, sliding down the wall to sit next him as he tries to avoid eye contact. He's doing what he can to help. You know that but you dont mind helping him too. "I told you, you didnt have to."

"I wanted to."

You nod, letting the silence fall around you. You hate not knowing what he's thinking.

Instead, you change the subject.

“It sounded pretty.” You glance at his trembling hands, placing your own on his thigh. “Can I hear it again?”

He nods, holding the guitar to begin strumming the notes he has on the paper. You listen intently as he sings the words given to him. His voice delicate and sweet, it makes you feel as if youre in a trance.

"It sounds so good."

He puts the guitar aside and smiles, holding his arms open for you to move into. Youre careful not to bump his ankle but you lean back to fast and accidentally bump into his ribs.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry!" You turn over to apologize, frowning as he double over. "I forgot about your ribs baby im sorry."

"I-It's okay."

"No its not." You frown, standing up to help him to his feet. "Lets go to the couch."

He nods, trying his hardest to hop beside you as to not mess with his ankle. The sooner it completely heals, the better.

You sit first, hiking your left leg up and leaving your right off the couch to accommodate him. He lays down between your legs and sighs, happy to be off his foot.

"Do you wanna watch something?" He asks, reaching for the remote.

"We can. Or we can talk."

“I don't wanna think.” He shakes his head as he turns to lay on your stomach. “Please…”

You turn on something random as the both of you get comfortable. You don't say anything, simply watching him as he watches television, carding your fingers through his hair. It doesn't take long for the rain to do its magic once the box of you fully relax into each other.

And eventually, sleep began to invade you.

"I love you, Darling,” He whispers the moment you kiss his forehead. Holding his left hand out for you to enclosing yours within. He gives it a gentle squeeze and you cant help but reiterate the words back.

"I love you, Petal."

You know it's going to take time to heal (and maybe some additional help) but you're willing to help him. If he wants to help himself.

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[schizodiaries]

hi! i saw the ask about delusions vs ideas of reference and hope it's okay if i give some input. i have cotard's and genuinely know (not believe) that i'm dead. i am chronically ill and diabetic meaning i have to do daily medical upkeep, but even that does not dissuade the undeniable knowing down to my bones. i can double bookkeep to an extent when it comes to how i refer to myself in general conversation, doing the medical stuff, still eating, etc, but no proof that i am alive will convince me of that. i will think its fake, or the tests fucked up, or they dont know how to read the results of a dead man thats still talking to them, or theyre lying. i wonder if people with these consistent monothematic delusions can sometimes present as having that insight (or believing proof even when we dont) just because we know others won't believe us? or because it's necessary to present as "normal", so our double bookkeeping can come across as groundedness or insight into the "fact" that our delusion(s) dont line up with general reality? i hope this makes sense eheh

Hi there, thank you for sharing your experiences with cotard’s syndrome. From what I could gather it’s a rare and not fully understood disorder so it’s very enlightening to hear from the perspective of someone who has it.

When it comes to insight and double bookkeeping, I think a lot of the time, things get lost in translation between the person experiencing the delusions, and whoever is observing them. The observer may think the delusional person has more insight than they do because they act “normal” about it, when in actuality they might just be hiding their delusions or found a way to appear more grounded than they are.

I can recall a time in the hospital when I gained insight into one of my delusions, and in my next meeting with the psychiatrist, I told him I had “lied” about the delusion. (This isn’t really the case. People experiencing delusions aren’t lying about them. I just felt guilty that I said something I later realized wasn’t true, even if I didn’t know it was a false belief at the time.) The psychiatrist knew not to blame me as I was psychotic and experiencing delusions, but I later read in his notes that this insight was sign that the psychotic episode was reaching its end. Thats where I first learned about the term “insight.”

[eulchu]

IDK it seems illogical to me that Sapnap doesn't know. I think he's got more emotional intelligence than we give him credit for, he's a smart guy who just happens to mind his business but that doesn't mean that he doesn't know Dream and George well by their proximity. And I don't think DNF have been hiding or concealing it from him because they already have to do that to the public all the time, why would they also go through the stress of doing that at home? I don't think they've sat him down all like "hey buddy we have something to talk to you about -" but I don't think that they've gone out of their way to hide it at all in any aspect. I'm certain Sapnap can deduce that those songs are about him even if he was never told, that DNF are fucking raw, they share hotel rooms with one bed, etc etc. I think he also just knows that they aren't out explicitly and also thinks it's fun to make fun of them and present impossible scenarios like George getting a wife. I don't think George has ever come out to him but I'm sure he knows that Dream is queer either from Dream's own mouth, or from the Internet. DNF also lie about stupid shit all the time, I think it makes sense for Sapnap to also hound on George for not having a wife knowing full well that he's fucking Dream day in and day out.

eh no i dont think they hide it at home but i dont think they go fully at it either + some times i feel like all three of them are playing a double blindsided game of who's gonna crack first and they all keep pulling strings to see what happens. but again that's just my impression

[ariesbilly]

Sometimes I get so mad that Billy antis watched season 2 where Lucas stalked Max and then he, Dustin and Mike got offended and angry when she told them to stop then watched Billy while he implies to Max that his dad beat him for having of color friends and warned her not to hang out with Lucas after he watched Lucas follow her for an entire day (I would also tell a younger sibling to not hang around with someone who yells at you for setting personal boundaries and makes out that you're a bad person for not wanting those boundaries violated but that's just me) and decided that Neil isn't racist and Billy is? I don't see any of them complaining about the fact that Lucas was made a villain for half of season 4 or that someone tried to murder him with their bare hands or that a guy was sent to r*pe and murder Erica. No one called out Mike for his racist jokes in S1/2 they don't complain about the fact that Dustin is often overly rude to him or how they thought he was weird for taking what happened in s2 to heart and changing how he treated Max offscreen. Why didn't we get to see Max and Lucas' relationship develop but we get Mike losing it over Eleven developing interest in being something other than the girl locked in his basement. No Billy yelling at Lucas after he accidentally helped Steve kidnap Max and pretending that he would run over him is the worst thing anyone has ever done to Lucas. We all know the Duffer brothers doubled down on Billy being a racist after everyone called them out for Lucas's storylines and how they made him behave in season 2. It wasn't exactly subtle timing. Sorry for ranting.

i dont know that anyone was out here tryna rape erica. granted i did not watch season 4 but.... i dont know that that was what was happening

but regardless of that, its lack of media literacy on the audience's part. everyone has failed english and fully bought into the notion that so long as a protagonist says its correct, then so it shall be. like this is precisely why so often old media is looked back on and we're like "oh, hey, this was kinda fucked up actually". its perspective. and the stranger things audience lacks the hell out of it.

contrary to popular belief, the writers are not god. and you actually have to take into consideration WHY they chose to frame things the way they did. billy is a character thats written because they needed a villain. they literally said themselves they wanted a "human villain". and it was supposed to be steve but that failed so they created billy. and thus decided to put all this shit on him, despite it actually making no narrative sense and you dont need a microscope to see it. like its laid out plain as day. there is such a lack of follow through and blatant contradictions between how billy is meant to be viewed and what is actually taking place in his interactions with other characters. antis are just willfully ignorant. must be nice going through life that stupid but i dont share that experience so fuck me i guess.

[tornad001]

so i've been thinking about Israel, as one is wont to do following a terrorist attack from Hamas. this post is really not gonna sit well with a lot of my family but i can't sit by and continue to say nothing, to keep my mouth closed. to work under the double standard where they can praise Israel and shit-talk Palestinians freely, knowing Austin and I dont agree, but if i provide any pushback or counter-narratives, I'm the one being loud, pushing an agenda, making things political, causing trouble, etc. They use their connections as Jews with family living in Israel to justify their bad politics, but think me disingenuous when I claim my position is driven by the same connection. theirs is fine, cuz it leads to their politics, but i must be lying or mistaken or i don't really care about them for real or whatever bullshit they say at that time. but im gonna say what i have to say and they're welcome to ignore it if its too much for their political fragility.

there's a phrase i've been really into lately - informed simplicity. the world often gets more complex the more we know about it, and dealing with historical contingency is one of the better examples of this. but i never learned about it growing up. i was taught history as a series of "this group did this thing and that guy did that thing" rather than as a rich tapestry of political struggles and factional infighting and, yes often violence. but while history is complicated, where we're at is at times quite simple. yeah there's endless complexity to delve into the region's literal millennia of history, but thats then and this is now. Israel is wrong. its that simple.

but what makes it simple? it comes back to power and who has the ability to effect change, and in every single meaningful way, Israel has the political power, both locally and internationally, to change things and have intentionally denied Palestinians this political power. Gaza doesn't even have control of its own water supply, food sources, they have no freedom of movement, its the largest population density in the world and its ALL ghettos. meanwhile, the Israeli government has been pushing a project of settler colonialism to try and slowly wrest back control all for itself. take into account Israeli politics, the rise of Jewish Fascism, the frankly outright eliminationist rhetoric, the fact that its been decades now since there was any real push for peace or compromise, and where does that leave Palestinians?

the problem is that Israel has signaled time and again that it is fully committed to the eradication of the Palestinian people. to support this, i direct your attention to my mom and grandma (ill leave grandpa out of this for now) who I have heard with 0 reservations or qualifications say that all arabs could drop dead instantly and that'd be ok by them. and that's unfortunately not a radical position to hold if you poll the Israeli public. its actually outrageous how fucking bloodthirsty they are as a society and how open and honest they are. at least american Nazis have the good sense to not (usually) just outright say they wanna do Holocaust Part II Electric Boogaloo. and when they do, they're shunned by other Nazis for being bad optics. in Israel however that kinda rhetoric is just par for the course, with politicians regularly calling for increasing horrors to be inflicted on the palestinian people with no political consequences for them, they're just allowed to say that.

lemme relay a story i was told by an IDF officer while on birthright. him and his squad were sent to a Palestinian house at 3 am on what he admitted was not solid enough evidence for a warrant. when they got there they knocked, wait no they bashed the door down and rushed in with guns aimed. the family was about 8 ppl, 2 of whom were children. after arresting the 2 adult men, they proceeded to "tear up the place" (again this was his words, not my editorializing). they found nothing to give any indication anything bad was going on, but they still arrested the men "just in case". as they're leaving to go, he sees one of the kids, a young girl around 7 who was torn from her bedroom out of nowhere in the middle of the night and he personally had overturned her entire room, all her belongings. he explained that he had no choice but to step on her stuffed animals to make sure there wasn't anything inside. but he did feel a bit bad about stomping a kids toys right in front of her, and thats when it got wild for me, listening. he starts on about how he had this moral dilemma where he didn't know if he should bend down and clean up some of the room HE just DESTROYED, but came to the conclusion that he couldn't do that, cuz it would expose his back to (again, his words) "the enemy". the enemy here being a little girl, her little brother, and 4 women (cuz they already arrested the men, remember). oh and the 6 women and children here were being held at gunpoint with their hands above their heads, very scary group, i know, you're quivering how could u not. its just... something else to see someone so clearly and repugnantly warped by their hatred and fear of this group of ppl that hes describing an unjust raid on innocent civilians in this way. the paranoia on display was incredible and his inability to understand why the Palestinians might, ya know, HATE him and his ppl for what they've done and continue to do was even more so. thats the kind of brain-rot that this political rhetoric engenders.

lets look a bit at the Jewish Fascism tho, especially in contrast to Christian Fascism in america. just as the problems did not begin with donald trump but have been building in american politics for over half a century, the same is true in Israel. Netanyahu's far-right government isn't a bug, its a feature. The fate of the Israeli far-right has always been tied to the success of radical Islamic jihadis AND THEY KNOW IT. thats why they helped and funded Hamas, along with other extremist groups, and have to this day. because terror justifies and drives people towards reactionary right wing fervor. you have the perfect setup for fascism in terrorism, almost necessarily. its the perfect example of a threat which is everywhere and overpowering, but also weak and ineffectual. cuz terror attacks kill a lot of people and scare even more, but what they don't do is fundamentally challenge the status quo - its political violence that doesn't actually threaten to change anything. its a natural outgroup to other and spread hate about. in the US we usually default to immigrants and queer ppl, but Israel has a built-in "enemy at their doorstep" narrative to call upon

to talk about what actually happened tho, lemme draw a comparison to 9/11. i like to be provocative in saying that "america deserved 9/11" but what do i mean by this? i DONT mean that its good or acceptable for civilians to be hurt in a terror attack or that any individual americans deserved anything that happened that day. however, america caused 9/11 to happen through its foreign policy choices, and so any blood toll from that day, i place on america's head. our reckless disregard for others caused us to engage in geopolitics that all but insured right-wing religious extremists gained power, then we go all shocked pikachu face when Al-Qaeda lashes out in a futile attempt to stick it to American hegemony abroad. and would you look at that, it somehow turned out that the anti-american terrorism actually... helped the then GOP president. right wingers LOVE terrorism cuz they know it engenders rught wing sentiment and grows their political power. i mean does anybody think we would've gotten the prriot act without 9/11? obviously not. and the Israeli right is also aware of this

i think this is where i should address my views on Hamas itself, cuz i don't like them, at all actually. i think they're actually kinda evil, as much as im comfortable using moralizing language like that. but they make sense, politically speaking. when you take away people's hope, u doom yourself as well as them. political doomerism is rampant and it always drives people to radical politics. cuz if you see no possible route for change in the future, why not join hamas? at least they're doing something. the problem tho is that Hamas ISNT a revolutionary group, they're fundamentalist conservative religious extremists. they don't stand for palestinian liberation, they stand for their own power and religious edict, and they don't care who gets hurt in that pursuit, not even their own people. they're authoritarians who regularly abuse their own population to crack down on dissent.

but again, Israel caused Hamas. their blood toll is on Israel's head. and you can spin it whatever way you like, there's only 2 paradigms of solutions - unification or elimination. unification doesn't necessarily mean a 1-state solution, but even a 2-state solution will require unifying your goals and action. the only alternative is elimination in some form or other. its unfortunately clear that Israel has chosen the path of apartheid, ethnic cleansing, and genocide. so no, i dont condone rhe attacks by Hamas, i mourn the dead and those rhat must live on alike. but this moment cannot be about a single terror attack, it has to be about solutions. and there will NEVER be a solution as long as Israel is violating international law so brazenly, defiantly, and with the financial and military backing of the US.

i find it incredible how opposed people can be in one breath to the idea of an ethnostate and then in the next breath they're cluelessly talking about Israel, not even realizing its definitionally an ethnostate. who had the great idea post-WWII, "ya know that whole Aryan ethnostate thing was pretty bad, lets make a safe place for a persecuted minority by giving them their OWN ethnostate (and by give we mean the forcible displacement of a million Palestinians from the land they've held for generations)". some fuckin genius, thats who, obviously.

i don't claim to have a perfect solution. there is no solution i can see that doesn't involve mass immiseration and many people left disappointed. but that doesnt give Israel the right to maintain an apartheid state. its another example of how neoliberal thought processes and a lack of systemic analysis are the death of progress. people look at this terror attack killing a few hundred people and they rapidly clutch their pearls to their chests cuz oh my what a disaster. but the conditions of the 2 million citizens in the gaza strip, that they take as a given, something that just is the way it is and be patient change will come, we promise, dont look at our actual policies and see that we absolutely have no plan of changing anything.

its a pattern of institutionalized pain and suffering being made invisible. think back to the demon in human skin that is Raegan. if any president "killed" as many people as raegan did with the queers suffering with HIV, they'd be put on trial. but his plan wasn't to "kill" them, it was to "let them die" a very different thing indeed. its how the US can justify the millions we killed and displaced in Afghanistan over the 2000 ppl that died in 9/11. oh but speaking of a 9/11's worth of deaths, covid at its peak was killing more people PER DAY than 9/11, but we don't do anything to hold anyone accountable for Trump's mishandling of the pandemic response. his pandemic deaths, Raegan's AIDS deaths, the millions of deaths in Afghanistan, these were all institutionalized, so they're fine.

Israel is the one with the political power to change things, not Hamas, not Gaza, not the Palestinian Authority, and not the palestinian people. any and all blood is on the STATE OF Israel's head and as long as they continue in their eliminationist statecraft, it will continue to be so. Israel's policies will continue to get Jews killed because the more desperate things get for the Palestinians, the more it'll look to people like their only slim hope of change is through the extremism of Hamas. i mean they call the Palestinians terrorists when they do advocacy, peaceful protest, or politically morivated violence, so if the rhetoric about them is the same no matter what they do...? its time to let it go. stop the institutional violence on the Palestinians, give them their human and political rights back, and stop making things worse through your stubborn clinging to fear and hate. and if you dont let those go, then the future terror attacks and tensions are also on your head. the blood of every single jew is on your head as well, and i can only pray its a greater burden than you can bear.

[survivor-trinidad-and-tobago]

Episode 12: "michael and alex and i are FULLY FUCKING VIBING like can we just get an escape pod to leave the game together"—Kaleigh

In this round: Michael is considered a traitor for flipping on an alliance where nobody asked for his input; Champ goes all the way in Masochism, earning her a slew of disadvantages, including the reveal of her Hot Giiiirrrlllzzzz alliance with Zee and Jack; Zee gets immunity by proxy; an anesthesia-addled Michael shares the details of his chaos idol with his alliance a half hour before tribal and they manage to decode it, using it to flip the vote onto the majority alliance; eman tries to vote herself but in lieu of that, volunteers to go to Purgatory

Eman

Earlier today, I sent the following message to the VL.

"Ugh, the ETHICS of it all!"

I was torn between three votes: Michael, Alex, and Colin.

Michael was the obvious vote - he betrayed EVERYONE (on our side).

Colin was the strategic vote - and also an absolute snake-in-the-grass.

Alex - Alex was the vote causing me angst. I wanted to keep my word to him. I did. Not just because I don't like striking first (which is terribly gendered behavior and I need to get over it) but also because I just do. As I've said before I wanna play a heroes game.

But here's the deal, yo! And I've said it before.

I'm not gonna strike first, but I will strike back. (And this goes double when it's someone I care about)

Now, obvs. I forgave Jack for two reasons. 1) Cuz he's playing to my ego and calling me 'auntie' and I'm a superficial slut and 2) because I truly believe the guy doesn't have a malicious bone in his body and he got played.

I will also add that I obviously would've had an issue voting against (for?? what preposition works here) Kaleigh as well even if she hadn't been immune.

(SIDENOTE - Fuck me with a rusty pocket knife I just read the challenge)

But - Kaleigh and Alex voted against me here . . . and that means all bets are off. I didn't write their name before, and I wouldn't've, but I have no problem doing so now. Probably moreso Kaliegh than Alex as she stole my 1/2 an extra vote (albeit Alex told her about it).

I like when previously difficult ethical dilemmas are rendered easy. So thanks, ya'll.

Alex

I am 0 for 3 in trusting my gut this week and if I were even 1 for 3 I would be in such a different spot in this game. So that kind of sucks to think about. Kaleigh has an idol and if I was right with my intuition on Eman MAYBE there's still hope but it doesn't feel like anyone from the other side is gonna try and shake things up (or talk to me today LOL) who knows what will happen. Whatever. The chat between me, Kaleigh, and Michael last night was the most fun I've had in this game so far so I'm glad that happened before one of us potentially goes.

Jack

Kaleigh

god this game.. zee got a steal a vote and stole michael’s vote and jack lied and said he didn’t have a vote (i think he’s lying cuz tony said he didn’t have a vote and jack claims he found out DURING the vote, which i do not see being something the hosts doing). michael and alex and i are FULLY FUCKING VIBING like can we just get an escape pod to leave the game together LMFAOO i fully would!!! so i’m gonna have to tell the boys that i have a steal a vote, probably tell michael i have an idol… idek this game is giving me brain worms. i dont know who to vote for tn bc A) two people are gonna be immune (probably on their side) and whoever wins immunity is probably going to have some unknown slew of disadvantages, one of which may be losing their vote. SO. i have to be careful about how i play STEAL A VOTE. and i have to try and figure out if i can use my idol in a smart way. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!! maybe i should ask my host chat if i can build a spy shack á la tony in cagayan.

i love alex and michael, i’m saying that straight up so JOT THAT DOWN FOR THE EDGIC. champ i feel uncertain about, i know she has lied to me about multiple things, zee i WISH i could work with again but i don’t think we’ll ever be able to trust each other. but who knows man. we chatted yesterday and she lied to me about some shit and may have been honest about some shit. she said she didn’t know about emans advantage that i stole LMAO but idk idk. eman i don't feel good about at all. god fuck, i do not wanna go home tonight! i need to be able to talk to alex every day or i will die!! i need to be able to talk to michael about tv!!! well we can’t actually scheme until we know who’s immune so. time to let go and let GOD

Tony

Things are getting dicier as the game continues on. I’m gonna have to make a choice to flip but tonight is not the night to do it especially with the amount of disadvantages I’ve got going on. Michael has saved me once so I feel like I owe him at least to know if folks are gunning for him.

Zee

See, people think I'm not perceptive, or that I don't notice things, but my anxious ass is constantly thinking. I'm pretty sure that I'm the one being left out of the most conversations happening in this game right now. The only (active) alliance chat I'm in right now is Hot Girlz, but it's late in the game, there's definitely more Alliance chats out there, and aside from the fact that I need to step up my game, it's kind of making me think about who's aligning with who. Right now I'm pretty sure Tony and Michael are working together still, it's smart too since nobody would expect them to be working together, and it means Tony would have the power to flip whenever he wants. Eman and Champ and Tony i think are working together closer than she's leading me to believe, but only because nobody but Champ told me about Tony losing a vote, so she had to know somehow. This has got me thinking that I'm gonna have to step up my gameplay and maybe choose my loyalties a bit better. Obviously Kaleigh Michael and Alex are working together still, but everybody kind of knew that already.

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I think i need to put in more work with the rest of the tribe, and maybe get some alliances going, since I'm not in a great position right now. I'm honestly not in too many alliances and that's kinda upsetting. Kaleigh and I have a weird Romeo and Juliet thing going on where we're both in opposing alliances but we're still talking tea about past shit or cool stuff the others have done during tribal or just in the game in general. I'm hoping maybe there's the chance for she and I to start working together again, but who knows.

Eman

Okay, let's think this through because I have nothing else to do between now and my 9AM flight and I may have had one-too-many cans of wine.

Given: There's no way to win this challenge.

Proposition: I have to get the least worst option.

We are now at 8.

People I am pretty sure are "on my side"™️ - Zee - Champ - Tony

People on "the other side"™️ - Michael - Alex - Kaleigh

Here's where things get interesting. Jack is a free agent though I think he's burned his bridges mostly because he was played and who would like that. BUT at the same time he might be aware he's on the bottom on his alliance.

And Colin is in purgatory and I wouldn't put it past him to send a disadvantage if not to me to my side.

So, what's a human to do.

Option A - fuck immunity, pray you wind up in purgatory where you can either send advantages to your side or fuck up the other side because you sure as shit don't wanna wind up on the jury, but at the same time it's pretty certain you're going to be voted out if somehow "The Other Side"™️ can garner enough votes.

Option B - Fight like hell for immunity and take whatever stacked disadvantages come with it. Even if those stacked disadvantages mean losing your vote. Even if those stacked disadvantages mean potentially fucking yourself over for future rounds.

Now. . . wouldn't it be funny if "The Other Side"™️ knows that you're fighting like fuck for immunity . . . because, after all a) you need it and b) you're the type of person who will fight like hell and c) you're also the type of person who will fight like hell for their people and the prospect of a SECOND immunity is extraordinarily tantalizing.

So, in order to try to rob you of that advantage someone on "The Other Side"™️ also steps up.

And wouldn't it be funny if I didn't.

And they have, in so doing basically thrown one of their own to the wolves because only one is not immune.

Wouldn't that be funny.

Anyway, I haven't decided what I'm doing yet - because mostly I have to decide where the line between martyr and criminal mastermind lies (somewhere south of "never go up a Sicilian when death is on the line")

And also because then I'll have to immediately decide to whom I'm giving the immunity - a long time ally or a chaotic choice that also seems rational (perhaps Jack as a reward for sticking with me?)

And whether I'm willing to have potential disadvantages from Colin stacked on top of whatever disadvantages I earn in exchange for immunity.

Holy hell.

I think I may have just calmly and rationally talked myself out of going for this immunity. There may actually be far more to lose than to gain, and a lot of my day job includes trying to convince people to not fall for the trap of short-term-ism, which is what this challenge is.

But it's not scheduled until tomorrow afternoon, so I have more than enough time to try to argue myself into another decision . . .

Champ

Again doing confessionals so last minute, anyway LMFAO kinda iconic for 2 immunities right away but yeah I’m for sure Screwed going forward. Hopefully this next vote goes according to plan and there’s not any extra votes or steel votes honestly I would love for a rock draw because I’m safe the end so let’s spice things up. Anyways hope I’m not getting too cocky cause I’m definitely not next.

Tribal Council

Tony: Jack (I hope we get to play again together someday!)

Michael: EMAN (We didn't really get to play together)

Alex: Eman (Again, genuinely a testament to your game that this was the extent we had to go to take you out. I'm glad I got to be a  hero with you for a little while.)

Kaleigh: EMAN (i hope u enjoy ur tripp)

Champ: Eman 

Zee: Eman (as you wish, your sacrifice will not be forgotten)

Eman: Jack (I hope this doesn't work. I wasn't allowed to vote for myself)

Jack: eman

[qiiuusoup-xo]

✧ ━━ mommy issues, sanzu.

summary: l/n y/n drank a drug called wolf's bane and even though she despises sanzu haruchiyo, he's certainly the only one who can give her the antidote. problem is, it's side effects aren't that easy to deal with.

warning: dom!reader, hoplophilia (gun penetration/kink, katana kink), sadism, dominance, cunnilingus, hospital sex, queening, drugged sex (aphrodisiac), vaginal fingering, spitting, spanking, blowjob/handjob, rough manhandling, pegging, edging, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, sixty-nine, asphyxiation, bondage, graphic smut.

word count: 6.8K. dont repost/translate. masterlist. wattpad.

WITH WRINKLED EYEBROWS, KEEN GLOWER, AND ARROGANT DEMEANOR, the luminance of Sanzu's emerald eyes peered down on y/n who's just nonchalantly resting in her hospital bed - arms down, inept on doing a single movement, null joints, and unable to speak up for what happened nor even tell the executives a single thing about it. If not for Rindou's presence around the pygmy tale's corner plus his good deduction and story-making skills, y/n's skin won't surely feel the sun's warmth anymore.

After all, she only have two hours utmost before the venom takes full effect of her whole. Lucky for her and Ran that Bradbury is located in the nearest hospital possible in the whole of California, they got all of the preceding injury undercover in less than an hour.

"Ran is still undergoing surgery to remove the double ammunition who pierced through his back. He took the two shots that was supposedly for you and now he's in a critical state as well," He explained, patting his fingers atop the nearby table to at least keep the serene inside his brain, "The whole event was staged to find out who are they really going for and it turns out to be you."

"You are their one and only target. Too bad for Ran because he fucked their plans up by catching the bullet that was supposedly for you. This time, we've fully known that they're still gonna go for who's the weakest link amongst us and now they found you, y/n. There's no way in hell that Mikey will let this slide so you better get yourself ready." He added.

They. If only she could speak or move atleast an inch, y/n would've already asked just who in the world is Sanzu talking about since awhile ago but sadly, she's far from doing the latter. But later on will do - if the elixir that Sanzu made will really work on her, she will ask him on who is he referring to.

"So just who in the goddamn fuck told you that wolf's bane is a good soup and you should drink it?" Acknowledging the fact that she can't answer him, Sanzu didn't halt in his hour by hour lectures and queries regarding y/n's irrationality manner on drinking a very lethal poison since it evidently stuffed her into nothing but a drastic and miserable state - one that made the executives fed up and frightened at the same time since it was a first time that y/n was put into such condition.

Despite of that fact, it wouldn't stop Sanzu to still want to kill and make the lady crawl away from him in bed or physical violence, either way will do for a psychopath like him.

On the other hand, y/n's e/c eyes remained enervated as it stared at Sanzu's sturdy frame. Light cerise-hued hair down, it remained disheveled together with his white suit who got tainted by y/n's sanguine blood when she passed out two hours ago. His posture and gander as well never changed as he was the only one who got tasked to guard and make a prescribed vitamin for her illness, that's a direct order from Manjiro himself.

"You're lucky that I'm good with drugs even though I didn't study anything scientifically nor study anything related to biology and forensic. If Mikey didn't give me any commands, I will never help you anyways." He sneered, rolling his eyes in such irksome gander before stirring his sleeves up to the gutter of his forearm.

The paraphernalias he needs were all neatly placed beside y/n's hospital bed, all neat, sterilized, tested, and set solely for y/n to consume. He was quick in experimenting, that's a given, or more like he already performed mise en place beforehand - nobody knows.

Not like I have any choice either. Y/n thought, almost puking in her own remarks. Who wouldn't be disgusted when your sole dedicated foe is right there standing before you to give you medication for your imbecilic acts? No one, of course.

"Your whole body's paralyzed except for your eyes. If I inject the antidote I made right through your veins, your body might not gonna be able to take it's baneful side effects. Your throat's never an exception as well since the backfire of the aconitum burning a part of your pharynx is severe. Professionals need to take a few test after this."

"Thus, the only way for you to consume this elixir is if I ingested it through you using CPR or might as well say, I'll take the liquid in my mouth and put it in yours. Mind you, there's another counterpart that this drug of mine may cause you - specifically through your dopamine. Are you ready for it?" He asked, waving a small bottle of an unknown turqoise-hued liquid.

Dopamine, a mild feeling of lust. Surely, it's just nothing but a coincidental series of events since Sanzu isn't the kind of man who'll surely manhandle her once she mend herself in the abominable sex drive caused by the elixir he made. The thought of Sanzu alone easing her from the lust is ostensively making her agitated for some reason, it may be unforeseen considering the fact that he's a drug enthusiast. Nonetheless, again, she doesn't have any choice but to agree.

"Move your eyes to the right if it's 'no', and to the opposite if it's 'yes'." Sanzu confirmed, not like it's his character to do so. Consent was never in his vocabulary after all.

Thoughts subside, contemplation wheeled y/n's nerves for a second. All she has to live is two hours before the poison completely takes half of her body. Nevertheless, she's at least grateful and stupefied that Sanzu was quick in making the antidote right before she told him what kind of poison did she injected in her body.

With that, she dilated her sight towards the left - detaining 'yes' in her words, making sure that it will cause her something that's far from being malevolent.

Side of his lips moved into accord of her choice, forming a roguish grin as he attained himself with the vitamin that she should take in order to recover. Containing the obscure liquid in his mouth, Sanzu stood up from the bach before leaning towards y/n's open lips, taking it's plump like it's his everyday possession as he gently gush out the substance he took in his mouth towards the lady's soft mellows. He made sure he was careful not to waste any amount of the vitamin as well as certainly made it evident for her to sense just how lascivious his kisses are.

As the cold liquid trek down inside y/n's mouth, Sanzu entangled his tongue with hers, slinking it pass her labia to lick the soft flesh of her mouth. Their tongues collided and because of y/n's paralyzed whole, she really couldn't control her body much until the vitamin that Sanzu gave will take full effect. And since the case of hers is that complicated, she fully let the latter maneuver his lips to kiss, nip, and suck her lip. Whatever he does to her mouth, she fully went with it's flow.

"If something were to happen, will you let me take care of it?" The strawberry-head queried amidst their kisses, gently brushing his lips towards her unmoving ones, "Eyes to the right if it's yes and the opposite if it's no."

Answering with a shift of her eyeballs to the right, Sanzu nodded before checking his Rolex Paul for the time. Like it was also an in sync moment for her stomach to feel very warm - fervid utmost if she was to describe it clearly. It's warmth spread to her thighs in between, abdomen, lungs, navel, and libia or if y/n can feel it clearly, it was her whole body that felt so utterly searing right now.

"Is it hot?" He said with a smile as y/n's chest started jolting up from the intense crave of sexual passion. Her hands flew to touch herself but before she could even do so, Sanzu slapped away her touch and the contact that their skin had made her shudder in response.

Closing her eyes, her mind wander through a whole lot chimera of thoughts and when she opened it, Sanzu was still there standing while watching how she ravished from the burn. Her thighs tensed against each other as she breathed heavily, blinked simultaneously, and clenched her hold on the matress due to the blistering and throbbing lust.

The numbness she's feeling awhile ago faded - leaving only a melting sense of desire and there's Sanzu who's witnessing all of it.

"Of course it would be hot because I'm here," Sanzu cackled, "Just kidding. Anyways, you gave me your consent so I'll be easing you using your and my own pleasure as well. I will not hold back and you shouldn't do it, too. Let it all out and tell me what should I do in order to worship you, got it? So say, I'm your genie. Tell me what you desire, mio." He added, removing his shoes and socks before plopping himself to the hospital bed, specifically atop of her.

Resting his right leg amidst y/n's thighs, he moved to gently scrape his knee in her clothed cunt while he's patiently waiting for a response from her. With one stalwart arm to fix his hair towards the side, Sanzu then grasp her left hand and placed it beside her head as he leaned over and carefully planted a prolonged kiss on y/n's soft ones, "I'm waiting, mio. Gently and patiently waiting for you."

As much as y/n wants to disregard his comment, it sounded like it has tons and tens, a lot and thousands of definition - coming from Sanzu who's good at living mixed signals and imprudent tease every fucking single time. With that thought, she licked her frenulum teeth before darting him a seducing gaze.

"Undress and fuck me until I'm unable to walk out of here. That's what you want to hear anyways, right?" Boldness embeded in y/n's pitch together with her remarking those words between their kisses, placing her palm on Sanzu's cheeks, her thumb left a trance of concupiscence in his skin as she draw small circles around his scar whilst the only thing that Sanzu could react is give her thumb a small and translucent lick.

"My pleasure, mio." He whispered, licking her right cheek, placing his head on the crook of her neck, kissing it before unbuttoning her hospital dress one by one, leaving her navel barely on his view as her stomach slightly clenched on the frigid waft. The room's glacial temperature cleaved to her naked exterior as she laid denuded under him, lacking the ability to identify a single thing to do or say because of the pleasure that her body's been searing hot for.

"You're not even a drug, how did you got me so addicted?" Sanzu's voice came out rasp like he was preventing an intrusive thought or feeling to express which cued for y/n's hand to move and slink pass his nape - urging him to snog in her neck deeper as the numb feeling of her body faded along.

He groaned lowly upon feeling how her fingertips massaged the softness of his hair. His scrabous palm landed to knead her copious breast behind the bralette, squeezing its softness while he's busy nudging butterfly kisses on the side of her neck using the roughness of the diamond scar beside his lips.

"I was never a drug, Sanzu. What got you addicted towards me is your own desire to take a taste of a poison that you're not wary about, thinking that it'll bring you to another cloudnine. It's my time to ask now, do you still remember the first time we met?" Breathless and containing herself in the edge, y/n managed to ask - containing the phantasm of their undainted encounter whilst shutting her eyes tightly was all she could ever respond to the luscious feeling of Sanzu's tongue trailing on her bare neck, "You said my scent reeks of red spiderlily, a flower of death to be exact. But what exactly does it smell like, Sanzu?"

"Spiderlilies have a pretty sweet fragrance; however, it still do represent death at the very least. And you are just like that, not just similar but almost a mimic of that flower. You looked so pure yet that little ooze of killing intent you have is reeking. It never escaped my eyes and smell," He uttered in a whisper way, tracing circles using his point fingertip on her clothed nipple, tempting her let out all the eccentric sultriness that she's concealing. "That's why, I'll gladly take the poison if it's you."

Y/n's breathing hitched upon hearkening his retort but she quickly discarded it as soon as she felt his other hand trailing in the gutter of her inner thigh whilst he's busy pleasing her by a slow glide of his wondrous tongue from the pulse of her neck towards her collarbone. As his calloused palms took it's trek towards her clothed mound, her grip on his hair tensed, causing for Sanzu to smirk in between his kisses.

"Sanzu..." Y/n mewled, curling her toes upon feeling how he slowly rubbed his finger on her clothed slit, obviously to mock how she contained her bearings not to let out a single noise.

"It's Haru. Call me Haru. Nobody besides you can get me to call that so consider yourself lucky, mio." He remarked before standing up to loosen his tie and discard his belt, putting all of it above the lady's head. Y/n's gazes went from his face towards the pistol tent found amidst his thighs, he's fucking big. It was visible enough just by seeing the bulge and all the man could do is just grin upon seeing how she stared intently at it while blinking as if she's quite astounded by it's size and mass.

Cute. He chuckled. He quite has an enormous amount of confidence when it comes to his dick and skill to pleasure women, obviously.

Ignoring the freaky thought, he then hovered himself amidst her almost stark-naked breast before licking his scar, setting himself to ravish and worship the ethereal celestial before him.

Lifting the fabric and revealing her neat chest, Sanzu wasted no time to devour her nipple and let his mouth's scalding temp coaxed around her pebbled flesh while he's promptly sucking and twirling his tongue around it.

His free hand squeezed the other, tweaking her hardened nub repeatedly. Looking up to see her reaction, he smirked upon seeing how she parted her lips from the intense pleasure and how her hands pulled his hair more tightly than before.

"Hmm...tasty." He moaned through her nipple, sending shudders towards her whole as she taut her thighs together but failed soon enough when the hand that Sanzu used to squeezed her other boob gently hound inside her panties.

Sliding his middle finger amidst her slit, she exhaled raggedly upon feeling how delighted he is on sucking her nipple whilst busying his middle finger on playing with her clit - up and down motion, adding more pressure to keep her wet and ready for him. His veins became prominent and broad as it started picking up a pace on rasping her wet clit, not even stopping even if her hands were already out slapping his touch away.

"Ha...slow down." Hands flew to pull Sanzu, the latter didn't listen and went even much faster than the usual momentum he has. Inserting one finger in, his lips left a hitching sound as he stopped sucking her nub to see himself how she couldn't even utter a single salient word because of the brisk pace he's doing on rubbing and fingerfucking her.

"God...ngh! Fuck!" Throwing her head back, her walls clamped around Sanzu's fingers as he started inserting his ring and middle finger in, sensing gratisfaction upon feeling how it glided with no trouble because of how slick her hole is. Pulling his fingers out and probing it back in, her breathing jagged from the contact of his fingertip in a delicate spot inside her, again and again and again - non-stop and quicker until she's found lamenting beneath him.

"God? Right, I'll bring you to heaven and beyond," He whispered, leaving a peck on her lips before withdrawing his fingers to grab the tie above her head, "I wanna do something really bad and vicious so please do wear this as a blindfold and pick a number from one to six."

"How bad is it?"

"Really really really bad since..." He paused, clinging into his wants to obviate her from seeing anything by putting his clean tie above her eyes and tying it behind her head, "We're gonna play russian roullete with a probability of 1:6."

"What?"

"Russian roullete. A game in which a revolver's rotating cylinder which mostly contains six bullets will solely be filled with one bullet shell. By then, the free player will rotate the gun's cartridge and pull the trigger against the head of the other player. You spin every time before a player takes a shot. And the chance you have to live is one over six, depending on how many bullet does the revolver's gun have." He explained.

The evident cecity of her eyes caused by the tie he put on her were followed by a strident sound of a gun's barrier pulling away from it's safety and by the moment that y/n heard a gun's cartridge rotating one by one - a speculation arose inside her.

"Fuck." Fully realizing what he wants, y/n's eyes widened behind the cloth and when she tried to squirm away from his touch, a metal clunk loudly on the room's four vertexes. Both of her wrist felt a frigid iron, indicating that she was all cuffed up on the hospital bed's metallic rim. He was brisk and quiet enough not to let her feel or hear anything, a baneful act that she didn't expect from him. It's a dead-end.

With her mind reminiscing around Sanzu's unduly noxious figure, y/n's heart beamed rapidly inside her as she was clamored with thoughts that the play that the hombre suggested might give her an abhorrent and illogical corollary or much worse is death. How could she forgotten a fact that Sanzu Haruchiyo is certainly not a gentle nor amiable person?

"There's no letting you go, mio. Now pick a number from one to six because I'm going to rotate the cartridge according to the number you chose, put this gun inside you then pull the trigger. You might be lucky if it's empty but if it's not then...boom." Eyes glistening in compassion, Sanzu pointed the gun's end on his temple before acting like he shot himself in the open. The malicious expression he has never even alternated.

And all could y/n do is sighed rashly, still squirming from the grip of the whatever he used to tie her wrist. He really plans on inserting the gun on her and pull the trigger? He's not sane anymore. He really fucking lose his wits. He's a fucking lunatic. A damn fucking crazy man who only likes the thrills of seeing other people screaming in either pain or too much pleasure.

Never understimate Sanzu Hauruchiyo, y/n could've wrote that in her priniciple beforehand but now that she's all manacled and powerless against the latter - she can do less or never than what she oaths to do. She was too impotent against him now and she's quite aware that it was imbecilic enough for her to fully let herself comply on the drug's corollary, specifically on the one the Sanzu gave.

Even if she's unnerving, she could feel how the virulent executive trail the gun's cold end from her chest down to her still clothed pussy, poking and tracing her slit's dampness who doused through the thin fabric of her panties. The gun's safety was unlocked and y/n fully acknowledges the fact that it's menacing enough if Sanzu accidentally pulls the trigger; however, the thrills inching through her innards is severe than the fright that not even her could cease it from turning into pleasure. She wanted what he's doing as well.

"A gun pointed towards this pussy of yours. What a sight to behold indeed. And with this slickness, will you gonna be able to handle a gun inside you?" Sanzu suddenly asked before lifting the blindfold that he had put on the lady - letting her see how he pursued and pressed the gun's frigid end on the cloth of her garment. His dull expression stared right through her soul as y/n only reputed with a breathless gasp and flabbergasted expression. Can she even move? Sans.

"No..." With knuckles tightening it's hold on the bed's cold rim, y/n managed to answer - a trance of regret sufficed inside her veins the moment she ascertained that she can't loiter the same look and actions that Sanzu gives towards her. There she realized more that he is not just a plain dominant man, he's more than that. He's tainted by the devil himself, if she may say.

Unlucky for Sanzu since he's facing one as well.

"If I get out of here, consider one of your leg buried six feet deep from the surface, Sanzu." She remarked, earning a smirk from the hombre.

"Are you sure? Certainly answering me with a no, mio? But you know me as someone who doesn't likes nor accepts rejection, right?" Doubling the size of his smirk, his dominant hand flew to intercept her from breathing as his palm gripped the pressure points of her neck hardly - knocking down her senses, plunging her peer into the dusk, and fully making her conciousness fade into the unknown just by tauting his hold. His words rang repeatedly into her notice as she parted her lips to shout at him but failed - his hold was just too tough to budge to begin with.

Before she loses all bearings from his choke, her eyes just freely wandered around his visage. His bright forest green-hued orbs reflected the pygmy luster of the sun as the cerise cloud of his hair weaved slightly with the thin waft around the room, his lively complexion and robust jaw complemented every angle of his face, eyes diverting her a rather insulting and cocky stare, the usual Sanzu.

Removing his hands on her neck, he got himself a countless gasp and cough from y/n as he caught the rim of her panties and pulled it away, ripping it in half and showcasing her bare and swollen cunt before slapping it, causing for her stomach to clench but this time in delectation.

"I have always wanted to disrespect you in the most respectful way I can. Provoking me will do you no good." Sanzu said, putting the gun away before pulling something from the bed's rear. He then simpered to show y/n how he uncovered his katana from it's sheath, landing it's tip on her hardened nubs before tweaking it softly. He traced the katana's keen tip on her chest down to her navel and hips until it reached her swollen clit. Cerise lips curving, an unpleasant idea sprouted in his mind.

With a low whistle, he dropped and softly rubbed her clit side to side using the sharp edge - trying so hard not to bruise her pussy using his blade's piercing end. Y/n's lips quivered in response while feeling how Sanzu's sword flit on her bare cunt. First, a gun and now, a katana? Just what scale of craziness can the pink-haired executive reach?

"You're not gonna insert it in, right?" The lady spoke.

"Silly, of course not. But how about the handle of my katana? Surely the length of this thing will poke your intestines." Ignoring her plead, the number two executive stopped on his acts before completely lifting the fabric that's concealing her sight - letting her see what's happening as she blinked to repute and adjust from the radiance. Her glance on Sanzu's visual shifted to the thing between his hands, adding it with a slow nod - eager to end what kind of session are they having even if it equaled to ruining her own body.

I'm already messed and wrecked enough. There's no complaining. Those are the words inside her head as she agreed on Sanzu's wants. Or was it her alter self?

"Good girl. Do it yourself." Sanzu retorted, unlocking her from the shackles with an impish grin plastered in his cerise lips. He then handed the katana towards the hombre who refused to accept it. Instead, she smirked. Spreading her legs, two of her fingers landed on her wet and overstimulated cunt, rubbing it in a circular manner while staring lusciously at the man in front of her - seducing him or that's how they call it.

This isn't me. Y/n thought. Was it the side effect?

"More like why don't you do it yourself, Sanzu?" The woman challenged him, leaving him in awe and thrills as he let out a humiliated laugh.

"Hold on to the headboard then. Once you let go, you're dead." He retorted, putting his blade back on it's scabbard before lubricating its slim handle with a jelly-like sticky and distinct liquid - maybe to help it glide smoothly inside her.

Upon seeing him plopping a seat amidst her legs, she followed his remarks. Laying her back flat on the headboard, her hands caught it's wide rim as she spread her legs wide and open in front of the man and that's a cue for Sanzu.

Setting the katana handle's head on the entrance of her hole, Sanzu grinned before raggedly pushing half of the katana's handle length inside her - making her squeal when the tip and body propped in the utmost part of her cervix, stretching and filling her emptiness out. The obscure liquid he spread on the handle also felt algid inside her, temptingly mixing it with the warm palms of the man who's gripping her inner thigh, preventing it to close.

"Play with yourself, one hand only." Sanzu smiled when he noticed her pained expression - it added nothing but making him more excited, a lunatic indeed.

Abiding his commands with a ragged breathing, her other hand flew to fasten her usual pace on rubbing her slick slit as the hand of Sanzu's katana that he's inserting in her cavern glided smoothly in her needy spot. With a relentless whimper from the pleasure, the stimulation of her fingers rubbing her clit and the handle's small gears penetrating her cervix made her eyes roll back, pleasure conquered her furthermore whilst fully knowing that she already had several orgasms at once. Neither did she obviate him from striding as for her; his or her hands, Sanzu's unprinciple behaviour, or the handle that he's slamming inside her wasn't the least bit enough for the blaring burn to dissipate.

"Sanzu...please." She whimpered, her free hand cramped on the thick sheets, feeling how he probed the sword's handle with more brisk. Her orgasm came nearer but it didn't even changed the sinister expression of Sanzu who's just watching how she lament in pleasure and affliction before him.

"My katana's handle is more useful than me, ain't it? Why don't we move it a little bit faster?" Sanzu suggested while bluntly staring at how the woman extended her legs wider in front of him, giving him more access whilst he striding the sword non-stop inside her. The keen part of the handle had already grazed her skin but she paid no bearings towards the pain as it added more pleasure in her veins, it's tip glided on a spot inside her that made her lose all wits.

She was so lost. Can she even come back?

Brutally latching his rough palm onto her thighs, Sanzu brought it to her bouncing breast - flexing her as his other hand moved to thrust the katana's handle inside her in a dizzying pace. Her wetness aided the length to probe it more smoothly, adding it with the glee of how quick she snagged her cunt. The delectation spread through her whole, causing for her legs to shake, moans pour out of her carmine lips, knot building up inside her stomach.

"Faster!" Y/n squirmed, parting her lips, hooking her legs on Sanzu's shoulders as the latter thrusted the handle raggedly inside her - abiding her wishes. Crooking over, he licked the woman's legs who's resting atop his shoulder, the roughness of his scar grazed on y/n's skin, tormenting her more in response. But the usual Sanzu just paid no fret on how her body complained and jolted up from the intensity of the throe.

"Rub yourself faster. Let me see just how much of a slut you are." He commanded, twisting and thrusting the thing inside her for a couple of times - in sync with how fast her fingers rasp her clit until she screamed his name loudly upon reaching her high. The pleasure is utterly unbearable, maybe either due to the drug or how Sanzu expertized at this kind of intimacy - y/n doesn't really know which one.

"Sanzu..." Panting, y/n's half-lidded eyes closed for a second as she took the time to rest. With her call, the lad's face remained devoid of any emotion as he withdraw the handle. Throwing it above her head, he looked up to the door to check for any perturbance - a wrong move for him indeed.

Upon seeing him dilating his attention- y/n stood up through sheer strength, grabbing ahold of the keys beside his pants' belt before bringing it to unlock both of his arms using the same manacles he used on her. She spared no second to kick the hombre off the hospital bed and used the affliction he's feeling to grip his weakened arm. As she took a seat on his stomach, she locked him over the rook and completely reciprocate the same affliction she's been through awhile ago by obviating him from doing a sole movement - cuffing him up.

"Now, let's see." She panted - puffing her vexation out by smirking at Sanzu's frame who's all tied up on the floor with her weight above his stomach, "We have a gun here and a katana but we don't have a lube. Thankfully, we have this...what the hell is this?" She asked, lifting the bottle with no apparent label.

"Special lubricating jelly." He sighed, sighing whilst completely thrilled by what y/n is planning to do. Even when he was tougher and robust than her, he clearly just went with what y/n wants to do by not fighting back the latter. But nobody can even identify if that's the right decision.

"What's this for?"

"Baby ultrasound."

"And why is it here?"

"I don't know."

"Were you planning to use it on me?"

"Hm...sort of? I already did on the katana." He cackled, loud enough to sting her ears.

"It'll be the other way around now though." She smirked, filling the gun's barrel with the lubricating jelly before standing up to hold both of Sanzu's legs firmly - separating them. Unbuttoning his pants, she discarded it off of him together with his undergarment whilst completely denuding his hard erection. Its tip yelled angry pink, prominent veins marked beside his erection as it stood up hard and girthy enough for her to devour or the other way around.

"Hmm.." Humming in a lown tone, y/n inspected his cock while grinning the same way that Sanzu does awhile ago, "How does pegging sound, Haru?"

"You're kidding, right?" A strain of uncertainty bottled up in Sanzu's face, completely rendering him from speaking any further as the antsiness inside him rose up to the maximum.

Ah, how she would love to see the tables turning.

"It's a miracle that you're not squirming though." She commented. And right, why isn't he budging? All she shackled after all is his hands. His legs were free and yet, he does nothing more than flowing with her sexual and out-of-this-universe schemes.

"I know you want a payback so do whatever you want. I'm not gonna halt you away, mio. As what I've said awhile ago, I'm not gonna hold back and you should do the same. I'm loyal when it comes to my words." Lies. She can see through his nervous expression but then again, he quickly discarded it with a pout - not letting her see a single point of his said loyalty. And the lady just redeemed it as a cute reaction from someone who's all assertive from a minute ago.

Sanzu Haruchiyo is pouting. What a duck.

"Don't you have any condoms?" Y/n queried.

"I do have plenty inside my pockets. Why?"

"Good boy," She complimented, patting the crown of Sanzu's hardness using her point finger before bringing it inside her mouth to savor it, "Hm, bitter. You should eat veggies a lot and refrain yourself from drinking too many drugs."

"Said by the one who consumed wolf's bane while thinking that it's sweet." He said, rolling his eyes in such irksome manner.

And is that a sarcasm? Y/n doubts that.

Completely sober and out of the drug's tipsy feeling, she sneered in response to Sanzu's claims. Grabbing his pants from the floor, the condom brand he usually used immediately shown through the pocket and upon seeing it, y/n teared two and placed one for his cock and one for the gun that she's holding. Whatever she's planning, Sanzu knows himself that it'll do him no compassion since he's sure that y/n will payback and return whatever he did on her.

"Since the katana's done. I'll use the gun instead and let's play russian roullete. You wanted that, right?" She said - proving his thoughts right. Standing up from his stomach, she plod closer to Sanzu before placing herself amidst his lower extremity, between his legs. Firmly gripping the back part of his left knee, she brought it up to her shoulder before lubricating the revolver he used to threaten her just a few minutes ago - filling it with the same special jelly that he utilized.

Using one of her foot, she stretched his right leg further from the minimum - fully opening his ass hole and balls on her view. Slitting another plastic of condom, she inserted it in her middle and ring finger before filling it in with another set of the same sticky jelly.

"Is this your first?" Containing her arouse sense, y/n pat his inner thigh before staring right at his eyes.

"Did you really think that I'm submissive?" He laughed off.

"Yes," Y/n answered with a smile, "Only for me though." Adding it with a click of her tongue, she positioned and slowly shoved two of her fingers inside his ass, making his airway hitch, teeth gritting in dismay upon feeling how her fingers stretched his tightness out. With a load of curse passing through his lips, y/n's other hand palmed on his cock - adding more stimulation to the burn that he's starting to sense inside his ass.

"Shh. Don't tense up. Relax. I'm finding for it." She laughed, scissoring her fingers inside him, stroking his walls in unison of how her other hand jerked his hardness off. With a quick thrust of her fingers to a seemingly soft wall, Sanzu's cock twitched in her hands, hips buckling up from the floor with him whimpering in shudder as her fingertip unconciously poked a sweet spot.

That reaction of his earned a smirk from the woman, "Found it," she whispered, pulling her fingers out before probing it back in - hitting the same softness once, then again and again, quicker than the past pace until he was found drooling to the blistering lust. His body couldn't react less from the contact of her fingers inside his ass. Baring his breathing, his eyes rolled back in pleasure, back arching in delectation. And as y/n saw how messed up his reaction is, she draw herself closer towards him before sticking her tongue out to lick off the saliva that's dripping out of his mouth. Spitting it back towards his parted lips afterwards.

"Feels good?" E/c eyes looking straight at the hearts inside Sanzu's green ones, y/n queried even if she is fully aware that the hombre couldn't even spit out a single senile word.

"Ahh..more, mommy. Please. More." Drunken and far from abstinent, Sanzu started jerking his hips up, urging her to continue.

"Fuck me all you want, mommy." Sticking his tongue out, it's visible enough that he's lost. So lost that he couldn't even contain his own sanity anymore.

"Mommy?" Y/n scoffed, withdrawing her fingers before ramming it back with full strength, "Master. It's Master, Haru."

"M-Master? Master...fuck me. Please? Please..." Countless eagerly nods, whimpering in response with his hands shaking from the manacle and tremor he's in, Sanzu's eyes found stars and dusk as it rolled back. He wanted to touch himself so bad but as his hands touched his throbbing hardness, y/n would only wack his hands away - evidently edging him from reaching whatever peak he wants to grasp.

"I can't hear you saying it. Louder, Haru."

"Master, please ruin me. Master..."

"Hm? Louder, darling. Ruin who?"

"Me...please. I'm begging you, y/n...y/n-sama. Please, master."

Eyes gleaming in compassion, y/n let out a ragged breathing upon seeing how the dominant from awhile ago whimpered and cried from wanting to get railed so bad, getting ruined or messed up by her and her only. The number two executive of Bonten named Sanzu Haruchiyo, a most-respected person from a highly-esteemed organization, is found begging and pleading below her to get fucked by her fingers over and over again. And thus, she never expected such reaction from him, not from the pernicious Sanzu Haruchiyo.

"I heard you load and clear. Now, pick a number." She uttered, following it with a ghost of chuckle. Holding the gun in her other hand, she withdraw her fingers and briskly replaced it with the firearm - sluggishly pushing the barrel inside Sanzu's hole and as she propelled it fully inside him, the taffy-haired let out a loud mewl, not minding whoever in the goddamn fuck can hear his cry. He swore he saw heaven and angel's halo lying beneath him - the different is he's unable to determine whether it was real or it was just his mind's idiotic hallucination from the abominable lust.

"F-four."

"A number of death, huh?" With it's safety lock off, y/n's lips curved together with her instinct pulling over. Revolving the gun's cartridge four times, her point finger slinked pass the trigger to pry it backward. The revolver's clamorous sound reverberated to the still ambience - shooting no bullets to the latter's ass and fully redeeming his luck to be effective.

Sanzu won the Russian Roulette. A lucky fellow indeed.

Holding the revolver in the same posture, y/n moved to ride Sanzu's hips. Directing herself above him, she held his cock before emplacing it to her leaking hole. In a leisure pace, she lowered her hips and let half of his erection slithered in her depths whilst the double stimulation of the gun and y/n striding her hips above him had the strawberry-head moaning like a wild and untamed cat. And as the lady started bouncing her ass, the glee inside him towered more than he expected but as someone who covets for the hysteria, Sanzu edged himself from reaching his acme - gaining a prolonged mewl from y/n as his cock pulsated inside her whilst she's pacing on his hard cock rapidly.

"Fuck...so go -."

"Nobody allowed you to talk." Prodding three of her fingers inside Sanzu's mouth, he gagged from the sudden nictitate of her fingertip plunging through his reflex. Sloping towards him, y/n's breast jiggled on the momentum of her mounting Sanzu's cock like it's her everyday incarnation.

"Good boy," she chuckled, "Now show me that pretty face of yours." Gripping the side of his cheeks, y/n made him face her excited expression as she slow herself up on riding him, "Say ahh, darling."

"Open wide since that face of yours surely deserve getting suffocated between my thighs." Withdrawing her fingers, y/n commanded in a stoic pitch whilst picking up her ripped panties from the bed before shoving it inside Sanzu's parted lips as soon as he complied to her orders. Standing up, the feeling of leaving his cock tingled her legs as she walked above his unmoving body before kneeling right on his face, letting him smell the reeking ambrosial of her pussy as her cunt met his nose. Facing the bottom extremity of Sanzu. y/n took his face as her new chair, suffocating and blocking his airway by hardly bestriding her wet pussy right on top of his lips.

Grinding her hips forth and back softly, the laddie scorned a moan on y/n's pussylips as the lady asphyxiated his head between her inner thighs.

Leaning to his chest, she rest her hips comfortably on Sanzu's face before setting her head right on his hardness. She then spared no second to hold it's girthy and big frame whilst staring right through the cum's glist who's gleaming through her eyes. Sticking out her tongue, the warmth of her taste buds laid freely on the tip of his dick as she held them in her hands whilst licking it off from the crown.

"Hmmp! Ngh!" He whined through the weight of her hips and the rapture of her blowjob. Flaunting his tongue out, he inhaled her intoxicated scent - sensing it better than the vitamins he ravaged himself in. Letting out a lown chuckle, he then set himself to ravish her cunt the similar way of how her warm thumb circled around the crown of his erection adding it with how her tongue glided up and down in him. Licking the body from the base up to the end, y/n moaned and laughed through his tip upon feeling how Sanzu tried squirming from the cuffs while he's sucking her pussy real good. What more is the gun's still inside his ass hole, one that made him more feral for the double pleasure that he's feeling.

She's such an expert, bound to be his fucking slut if he's the one in charge right now. Sadly, he's not since at that very moment happens a rollercoaster of playing darts with y/n as the gamemaster.

Grazing his cum on her half-opened plump, she slowly moved to enter his cock inside her argent mouth. Her tongue slid smoothly on the base, trying to take him whole but failed soon enough when the gutter of his cock pulsed in the back of her mouth - reflexing her throat but she nonetheless hollowed her cheeks and sucked him good while she's still rasping her ass on his face. With a set of pre-cum dripping through her chin, it helped his cock on slipping more smoothly inside her mouth. Bobbing right into him, he closed his eyes when he felt how her mellows glissade in his hardness smoothly, in and out, up and down.

Y/n swore she could feel how he smiled while he's eating her out. Pushing his hips forward and back for once in a brutal manner that it made her pull over for a second. Y/n's keen e/c gazes went to Sanzu's mocking ones as her hands flew to obviate his hips from snapping back into her mouth. Scraping her teeth on the skin of his dick, Sanzu threw his head back not in pain but in pleasure and satisfaction. Pain curled him up even more.

"Fucking masochist." She commented, pulling out before getting up for a second to see how his face turned bright cherry by how her hips probed it's way above him. Stretching out her limbs' numbness, the strain that's holding her back faded. Well, the position that they're in awhile ago is quite hard, y/n herself thinks the common. She should surely never underestimate sixty-nine.

"I haven't come yet!" Sanzu complained.

"Oh, you haven't? Goodluck pleasing yourself then. I'm do-."

Suddenly, the door swung open - cutting y/n off from her further statements as the white entrance revealed Rindou's staid frame and crimson-hued, all puffy face. His chest jolted up and down to inhale and exhale, breathing heavily as if he was indulged in some type of pain and discomfort. What more is he's hard. So hard that it might even wreck his pants open and much to y/n's surprise, it really did. As the button of his pants flew away from the thread, the purple-head's peers immediately darted at the h/c lady who's all bared in front of him with Sanzu in the same posture below her - all denuded as well.

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[marcnutz]

could you do a poly!dt x afab reader, where y/n is being a brat and gets punished by having to watch dom!sapnap and dom!dream give switch!george all the attention

hi! i dont rly write for afab reader so i made it gn since the readers genitals weren't rly important to the story, hope that's ok!

sorry for being mia but im slowly starting to get back into the groove of things, probs not gonna be fully back till august tho since that's when i move out :) I've just been rly tired from life stuff

18+ MINORS DNI

Tags: poly!dteam x gn!reader, ~900 words, dom!dtream, sub!reader, degradation, voyeurism, orgasm denial, double penetration

"No."

That one damn word is what put you in this mess. You were normally so good and obedient for your doms, doing everything they say and taking such good care of them. However, you finally slipped up today. All you wanted was for Sapnap to touch you, but when he told you that you needed to please George first you got upset. It wasn't that you didn't love George or didn't want to please him, he was just too gentle. You didn't want to talk from how hard you got your throat fucked, but now that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

"I hope this teaches you a lesson, whore." Dream spit out at you as he finished tying your hands to the headboard. All you could do was try and squirm against the restraints.

Both of you looked over to the other side of the bed where George had let out a loud moan, Sapnap taking his cock in his mouth down to the base.

"Look at George, he was good and now he gets to have fun. You were bad so you don't get that. Hopefully, this will be a good reminder to you so you know how to act in the future."

With that Dream crawled over to George, kissing his forehead before moving to make out with him. Dream groaned lightly as he pushed his tongue into his mouth, gripping at his jaw.

Sapnap began to notice that George's thighs were beginning to twitch, the tell-tale sign that he was getting close. He slowly pulled off of his cock with a pop, before running his hands up George's thighs.

George was not happy with this and whined at the loss of stimulation. "Why'd you stop?" He asked, pulling away from Dream, who growled and forced their lips back together.

"Gogy you know you can't come yet, Dream and I haven't even gotten to the real fun yet. Go on, lay on your stomach." Sapnap said as he began to help flip the smaller man over.

Dream and Sapnap began to undress, looking over at you to make sure you were still watching. It was impossible not to. The need you felt in your core was almost painful, yet all you could do was struggle against your restraints and rub your thighs together in an attempt to get SOME kind of stimulation.

Sapnap laughed at you as you struggled, "Aw, look at our dumb whore. You know it's your own fault you're here. If you were good like Gogy you wouldn't be tired up." Sapnap turned and let a firm slap to George's ass, who just pushed his face into Dream's hard chest. Sapnap grabbed his cock from the base and began to push in. "If you were good like, George, ugh, you would get to be fucked." He bottomed out inside George with the last word, who let out a loud moan at the sudden stimulation.

After a few moments, Sapnap grabbed Dream's dick as well, applying more lube to it. Once they deemed he was properly slicked up, Sapnap pushed the cock inside George next to his. Once inside, they gave George a moment to adjust to having both of their cocks inside of him at the same time.

"What a good boy, George. Shame that dumb bitch had to be mean to us that I had to share with Sapnap, though." Dream said as he began to slightly rock his hips up into George. "I bet you like taking both of us, though."

You had to look away, the sight of George being stretched out by Sapnap and Dream's cocks was too much to handle. Sapnap was the first to notice that your eyes had been taken off them. Admittedly, it had taken him a few minutes as he was focused on slowly fucking into his best friend.

"Hey! Fucking slut, look at us! You can't look away or we're going to stick a vibrator inside of you and make this a hell of a lot worse." Sapnap said before setting a rougher pace into George. Your disobedience angered him. You didn't want George to suffer because of you (even though you knew he was enjoying himself) and you didn't want your punishment to get worse either, so you continued to watch.

You could tell George was close by how loud he was being, tears streaming down his face as he held onto Dream's shoulders for dear life.

"Ugh, fuck baby," Dream moaned, "You close?" George could only nod in response. "Go ahead and cum for us, baby. Cum all over our cocks."

It only took a few more strokes for George to do just that, and the sensation of his hole getting even tighter around the two cocks quickly sent Sapnap and Dream over the edge as well. Their cum shot inside of George, filling him up, before spilling out onto the bed below.

The three laid there for a moment before your whimpers brought them back to reality.

Dream chuckled, "Aw, did seeing us cum make you want it too? What do you think Sap, should we let the disobedient bitch cum?"

Sapnap looked over at your squirming form, an evil smile forming on his face. "Nah, let's leave 'em there. I think we should get the vibe too."

Dream laughed once more, "Oh you're too evil."

You were going to have a long night.

[thekingofwinterblog]

It’s all for his sake - Endeavor and the Sunk Cost Fallacy

My hero academia 301 is a pretty interesting chapter, but for me, the most notable piece of it was how Endeavour reacted to the realization that Touya couldnt surpass All Might.

upon realizing that his son might not be able to do it because of inborn physical limitations, he immediatly stopped his training, which frankly was the responsible and adult thing to do. 

This stint of real parenthood did not last long however.

After taking the matter to a doctor, he is flat out told that not only cant Touya achive what endeavor wants, but it is a direct result of his incredibly selfish and irresponsible attempt to play god, by trying to breed the “perfect” hero into being.

It is how you react when you lose however, that shows who you really are, and endeavor illustrates that very, very well.

Upon being told in no uncertain terms that his attempts at Breeding an heir failed magnificently, producing a child that was not capable of resisting his own immense power, but also admonished by his doctor for even attempting it, and adviced not to try again, Endeavor instead doubled down, while focusing on the child he screwed over from the start with his attempt at genetic manipulation.

It was all for him you see. Endeavor doesnt use those words, but that is how he spins it here. it was all for Touya, all for his sake. if i stop now, then Touya was all for nothing, a mistake, im doing this for my son.

if im doing this for my son, then im not responsible for any of this.

his wife however, calls him out on it, as she understands Touya much, much more than endeavor does. or rather, she sees him fully as a human being, instead of as a thing, a weapon, a failed attempt at an heir.

Unlike Endeavor, Rei is able to see the way this all is affecting her son. She is able to see, and understand that Touya has fully accepted what Endeavor wanted him to be. a stronger, and better version of himself. however, unlike Endeavor, she only cares about him as a person.

Endeavour by comparison isnt completely uncaring about Touya. like most abusive parents, he does possess love for his offspring, but it is forever tainted by the fact that however much he might care, or not care about Touya, any familial love he has for his son is tainted by the fact that to Endeavor, he is a failed experiment, a failed heir, not his child. 

He is the golden child that Endeavor was building up as his true and only heir, who he breed, trained, and molded to for that single purpose, and now that he’s reached a point where he cant continue that legacy.

so, its time to abandon him, and start over new, despite literarily having just learned how stupid this plan was, and that it can, in fact, go completely wrong, with a quirk that will fuck over the person he brings into the world.

Of course, Endeavor doesnt use those words to frame it. there is no way to pretend to be a hero, if you phrase it like that after all. Intead, this is the words he uses.

this is a very important series of panels for a great number of reasons, some that can be debated, argued, and we will probably never know the full truth to the questions because this is a series published in 2020′s shonen jump, and there are things that probably wasnt gonna fly with Hori’s editors, if it was the case.

but lets start with what can not be debated. Endeavor’s words here.

“If we want him to give it up, then we have no choice... Touya... Cant surpass him.”

These are very telling words, and however you believe The third and fourth children of the Todoroki family was concieved, there is not denying the meaning of what he’s saying here.

The only way that my son will stop being an idiot and fall into line, is if we have another baby. that is the only Right way to move forward. it is morally right, because if we dont do this, then he’s going to destroy himself.

there are two ways to interpret this scene.

The charitable way is to read it as the fact that he used Rei’s oldest son’s mental state as a justification of guilting his wife to have a third child, to give this attempt at a superpowered breeding project another shot, despite the fact that they now know that this can lead to a child who is essentially born crippled from his own powers, and despite the fact that Rei obviously understands the effect of them continuing this insanity will have on their oldest son.

the uncharitable way to look at it, is that he used this as justification for flat out raping her, and forcing a third, and then later a fourth child on her.

I personally believe the last one, given a number of factors shown in this chapter(the way this page is framed, the fact Rei obviously didnt want a third child, given she predicted exactly how touya would react, the way her eyes would latet turn when she looks at who is presumably touya which really brings to mind how she would later react to her youngest son’s face after her mental breakdown, etc.), but i’ll frankly admitt that withouth a direct quote from Hori, its impossible to know for sure one way or another. 

either way however, this is a very good example of Endeavor both being influenced by, and using Sunk Cost Fallacy to justify bringing another potentially crippled child into the world for his own, selfish goals.

sunk cost Fallacy, is a mental reaction to when you invest more time and resources into a project, that you becomes so emotionally invested into said project that you will continue to invest into it, even if it reaches a point that it becomes clear that the resources you put into it, far, far outweighs the potential gains you can achieve.

because if you give up after having invested years, and years of effort to breed, raise, and train a kid, and then all that effort was absolutely wasted. hence he choose to keep going, despite having learned what a terrible idea this is.

He doesnt care about the fact that his next child might be even more crippled than his firstborn, he doesnt care about his son’s actual wellbeing. he cares about the fact that if he doesnt continue this insanity, then not only will he not achieve his dreams, but everything he did to get to this point was for absolutely nothing.

and endeavor cannot accept that. and so long as he can justify breeding more children into the world, and there being any chance they might inherit both quirks perfectly, he doesnt care about anything else.

and the moment he realised that this kid wasnt gonna cut it either, he did it again. it is not a coincidence, that the age gap between Endeavor’s second, third, and fourth children were all 3-4 years apart. because thats the age where you can usually tell when a quirk will manifest or not, as established earlier in the series.

While she isnt brought up directly by Endeavor as a justification, it is very telling that Endeavor decided on having a third child, only after his second child was old enough that he could tell that that there was no chance she could take the place as his heir instead.

So, he had his third child, and as time passed and it became obvious that he wasn’t gonna be able to fulfill Endeavor’s goals either, he dumped him, and instead breed a fourth child into existence.

and finally, he struck gold. he did it. he produced Shoto.

everything was finally worth it, and now, everything would be absolutely fine. the cost fallacy had reached its end, and it was now all full sails ahead.

except of course it wasnt.

His oldest son, now in middle school, had been raised from birth to believe he would surpass his father, only to be thrown away, and getting to see his father try to replace him, not once, but twice.

frankly, this scene is probably my favorite in the chapter, because it goes to show Endeavor’s mindset. Natsuo made a point that their father completely ignored his older children. and he did... from Natsuo’s perspective. however, having a more thourough picture of things, we can clearly see that this wasnt the case with Touya.

Endeavor genuinly cared for Touya, enough that once he got that child he tried to breed into existence 4 times, he genuinly wanted him to just abandon trying to be a hero. he genuinly thinks of himself as a good dad here, wanting his son to abandon the mission he set out for him before he was born. of course, with context, this heartwarming scene is incredibly sad and insidious, because we understand why Endeavor got so attached to his oldest child. because he WAS the golden child. he was the child Endeavor genuinly cared about, and invested in, and trained personally with great warmth and enthusiasm.

And not only did he abandon him as a failed project the moment he realized he wasnt gonna live up to his ridiculous standards, but he literarily created 2 more kids to try and replace him, just as his oldest son was old enough to understand what exactly his dad was doing. over the course of this chapter, we get to see Touya’s start as a 5-8 year old, his deteriorating mental state over the years, until he finally seemed to reach the breaking point with Shoto’s birth sometime in his middle school years 12-15. 

Endeavor is in this scene, just not capable of understanding why Touya so desperately wants to become a hero, when obviously he isnt physically able to do so. he isnt able to understand that he is 100% to blame for the fact that his son is having a full emotional breakdown after literaly being replaced by his siblings. 

In other words, Endeavor genuinly think’s he’s a good person. a person who has made a few mistakes along the way sure, but a person who was always justified in the end, and now that he’s having to face the fact that as dabi would later say “The past never dies” and has to face the aftermath of his inane attempt to play god for the pettiest of reasons, things simply arent going to work out.

He isnt going to have a happy family, who can now put the awful early years behind them, he put way too much effort, caused too much suffering and sacrificed too many years of his life for this not to work out as he wants.

after all, if he walks away from this project now, and lets Shoto have a normal childhood, and decide for himself, with no pressure from him, wheter or not to become a hero, then the sunk cost fallacy will have reached a negative end. it will all have been for nothing.

and we know he did eventually double down on this mentality, literarily beating into Shoto that he WAS going to become a hero, and there was not but’s or no’s about it.

there was no way that Endeavor was EVER going to let things be for nothing. His treatment of his older children could not be for nothing. His treatment of his wife could not be for nothing. His treatment of Shoto, and the way he beat him black and blue to train him, could not be for nothing.

Because if it all was for nothing, if everything he feels guilty about was for absolutely nothing, then he was in fact, a bad, bad person, who had no justification for anything he ever did.

[nationsss]

tying up dream and what causes george to dom seems p cool

Dream smirked and roughly grasped your hips, slamming you further on his cock. You shot him a glare for ruining your rhythm and fought against his strength to still yourself with his dick shallow in your pussy.

He raised a brow at you and you glared harder, "Stop doing that, I'm going to make you cum the way I wanna make you cum."

"Oh, come on," he rolled his eyes, not pushing his hands on your hip, but instead bucked his own upwards.

There was a lewd noise from you dripping cunt and he grinned, "How about I just fuck you right now and you can try this whole being on top whim later?"

His carefree attitude made something inside snap and you roughly pressed your hips down to sit fully on his cock. The chair beneath you two creaked slightly but you paid no mind to it. It had survived many other sessions so you weren't worried about it's integrity. He sighed appreciatingly tapping your sides as a silent command to get up. You grabbed his face roughly and scowled at him.

Your thumb and pointer finger hooked on either side of his jaw you gave him a serious look, "How about I tie you up and make you behave?"

His face showed no emotion but his cock betrayed him. Deep inside your pussy, you could feel his sex twitch in interest. You grinded your hips in a circle then slowly got up until his dick fell out and landed heavily against his stomach.

For such big talk before he seemed quite complacent, or rather shell-shocked that you were going all in as you grabbed a few old scarves and ducked behind him to tie his wrists.

"Oh..." he blinked when you made the first knot to the back of the chair, his arm immediately flexed to test the restraint, "Holy shit, this is happening?"

"You know the safe word," you knotted his other hand and gently tapped his wrist, "Feel good?"

"I'd feel better if you were between my legs..." he side stepped the question.

You moved in front of him and rolled your eyes, "Maybe I should gag you too..." you joked.

After that he was quieter, you took the opportunity to fist his cock a few times and suck some hickeys into his skin to get him hard again. Soon enough he was breathing heavier and pulling against the old scarves unconsciously. It was only then when you started to ride him again.

"Hey, c'mon," his words slightly strained, "I know you wanna go faster."

You sighed happily against his neck, causing him to shiver, "I think I know what I want, dreamy boy."

"Ngh," he yanked the restraints, "Fuck." You squeezed around him and he froze. When he wasn't in control he was so much more expressive. Both him facial features, body language, and sounds.

"Fine."

You started to speed up, the chair squeaked everytime you ass met his thighs. Rough and fast, just like he liked it. He gasped quietly but jerked hard against you, "Yes, yes, yes...!"

His moaning quickly doubled in quantity and the yes's slowly morphed into small gasping, "Oh, shit, wait..."

"What's wrong? Huh, baby?" You mock, ignoring to strain in your thighs as you ride him with reckless abandon, "I told you that your gonna cum when I want you too."

His voice shook, "Fuck, that's gonna be now if you dontーah shh-shit, slow down!"

"Cum, then."

So, then he does, loud and powerful. His jizz flooded your pussy and leaked down his balls and he gasped for air. In total bliss you watched him lose control and tumble into pure pleasure in such an embarrassing amount of time.

"That's a good boy."

"Oh, fuck."

[ethanesimp]

LET ME GO // V. D. A.

Pairing: Servant! Victoria De Angelis x Royal GN! Reader

Summary: You're cornered into making a decision that won't only break your heart but Vic's too.

Request: Maybe something that makes me cry

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death threats and death, arranged marriage, swearing

Word Count: 3.1k

Masterlist // Taglist link in bio

Taglist: @superchrystaldrug @reputationdamiano @ethaneskin @dont-let-me-drown-in-you @bidet-and-legolas​

A/N: I hope this is sad enough nonnie and that you like it :) It's my first time writing for Vic so I hope y'all enjoy reading as much as I did writing it! And yess, we’re still continuing this angst fest :)

Love was a double-edged sword.

That was one of the first things you learned in your life. You’d see people in pain, crying and destroying themselves for it. It took you a long time to understand why one would do so much for a person, what was so special about them to sacrifice so much?

It took Victoria for you to fully understand. She was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful, energetic, and sweetest people you’d ever met. Those gorgeous blue eyes and endearing laugh made you fall head over heels for the girl you often saw around the castle ever since you were little. 

Ever since you shared your first kiss with her at the back of the stables while your friend Thomas looked out for guards, you knew your relationship was going to live on borrowed time but had always refused to dwell on the thought too much.

You were aware the circumstances you lived in were like a ticking time bomb stuck to your back. It was far too obvious and you’d be too naïve to think otherwise considering you were a member of royalty and the kingdom would eventually be your burden to carry. However, what you weren’t aware of was how easily things would fall apart or when, or how quickly. 

You’d already spent three years of pure bliss next to Victoria, sneaking around the castle and stealing moments and memories only the two of you knew about. You couldn’t deny that you’d always longed for more, to be able to show all your love for her in public and ask her to rule the kingdom by your side, but no amount of dreaming or wondering about what if’s would ever make your situation any different.

Six words were all it took for your bubble of denial to finally burst. Those six little words kept on repeating inside your head over and over again as you held Victoria in your arms. Her pretty eyes were looking into yours and a sad smile adorned her face as you brushed her hair back with your fingers. You could see the tears in her eyes and knew she could see yours, but neither of you dared to comment on it yet.

It was a delicate subject and neither of you wanted to talk first in fear of triggering an argument, even if you were both aware it was coming soon and there was no way to stop it. So you just sat there together in complete silence. The only thing that could be heard was the sporadic sounds of the window creaking because of the wind and the soft crack of wood burning on the large fireplace. 

You placed a soft peck on her lips and caressed her cheek delicately with your thumb, also removing the tears from her rosy cheeks. You pressed your forehead against hers and tightly closed your eyes as you smelled the sweet scent of flowers that hung in the air because of the small flowers woven into her light hair. 

Her arms were tightly wrapped around your body as if she was afraid that you’d suddenly vanish in the form of smoke and would slip from her fingers. You held her closer as a form of reassurance and sighed when you felt her once quiet sobs turn so violent they’d shake her whole body. 

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled and rubbed circles on her exposed back. You wanted nothing more than to take away all the pain she felt and let her know things would be alright, but you didn’t want to lie to her either, “I’m so sorry you had to see all that amore.”

She shook her head and buried her face against your chest as she cried harder. Victoria had always been so strong, so unbreakable, yet those six little words had just broken her and her heart into a thousand pieces. 

You’re getting married tomorrow. No questions. 

You’d been set to marry the heir of a nearby kingdom ever since you were a little kid, promised away to the other royal in exchange for resources to save a dying kingdom and they’d told you all about it in front of your friends… and your girlfriend. 

Your father had made you meet them right in front of her. The young royal, ignorant to your situation, had even gone as far as to kiss both your cheeks and quickly peck your lips. You had all been so taken aback by it, but no one commented on it because it would look suspicious. 

Even though all you wanted to do was take Victoria and run as far away as your legs would take you, the conversation you’d had with your father just minutes before the announcement stopped you from even trying. 

He looked exasperated, angry. You’d tried to browse your mind for anything you’d done wrong as of late but couldn’t come up with anything. There was no reason for him to be as mad as he seemed. 

“I seem so stupid to you, don’t I? You ungrateful child,” He’d spoken, tone sharp and voice laced with venom. You had flinched at how harsh his words sounded, still clueless as to what he was talking about, “I could put up with you not giving a shit about the Kingdom that will soon be yours because you’d have to stop that childish behavior of yours. But sneaking around with a maid’s daughter? That’s just ludicrous!”

Your heart fell to your stomach right then and there. He knew.

“I have tried so much, given you every single thing you wanted to hopefully get you to listen, but I’m tired of playing nice. You’re getting married tomorrow. No questions. And don’t you dare try and run away unless you want all her friends and family killed the second you step foot out of this castle.”

 She thankfully hadn’t heard your father’s words and you weren’t planning on telling her a thing. You knew for sure that if she’d heard, you would’ve already lost her. She had always been one to stand up against things that were wrong, and that time wouldn’t have been an exception. Unfortunately, your father was anything but lenient and you had no doubt that if she even thought of raising her voice at him things would end in chaos. 

“This is so unfair,” She murmured against your chest as more sobs escaped her lips. You stroked her head gently and nodded, “I know it is, I know.”

Then, she raised her head and looked at you with excited eyes as she wiped her tears away. She had an idea and you had a feeling you wouldn’t like it, “Let’s run away, Y/N. Right now. I have an aunt who lives far away in a kingdom where they will never find us! And we can be happy.”

Your gaze softened at her words. There was nothing you wanted more than to run away with Victoria, far from your parents and the responsibilities you’d been born into. You would’ve tried it too had your father not threatened to kill her family and friends if you did so. But you weren’t going to say a thing. 

“Victoria… We can’t- I can��t,” Her smile fell the moment she heard your words. She pulled away and left your embrace, making you instantly miss the warmth of her body pressed against yours.

Victoria sat down next to you, her eyes focused on yours as if she were trying to read your mind, “What do you mean you can’t? This hasn’t been the first time we’ve talked about it and you’ve always agreed to do it if we ever needed it, which we do now. What’s changed?” 

You had to look away after hearing just how hurt she sounded. You didn’t want to see her cry again because you knew you’d end up telling her every single thing your father told you. Anything would’ve been better than having to tell her, so you decided to say something that would not only break her heart but yours too, “I just can’t, okay? Vic, we were being childish! I cannot just flee the kingdom and expect no consequences. That was a stupid idea that would never work. I need to serve my duty, not run off with some servant’s daughter and forget all about my responsibilities here!”

She moved even further away from you. Victoria didn’t even try to hide the hurt caused by your words, “Oh, okay. I get it now,” She nodded and laughed bitterly as she turned around and gathered all the clothes that had previously been scattered all over the room, ”All this time I’ve been nothing but a fool...

“You know, when this all started between us, my friends kept telling me you were just using me for your amusement,” Victoria spoke. Her tone almost made you flinch because it just had as much venom laced in it as your father’s had earlier that day, “I never believed it, you know? I thought you loved me! But no, you’re just as hungry for power as all those fucking bastards, and I was nothing more than just your little game.” 

Her words felt like agonizingly painful stabs to the heart. You didn’t give a shit about power, about the kingdom, about anything but her. However, you weren’t selfish enough to be driven by your desire to be with her, a desire that was almost a need at that point. At least not after knowing everything that was on the line. Her family… her friends, friends who had become your own too. 

Oh how much you wanted to cave in. You wanted to reach out to her and wrap your arms around her frame while you told her just how sorry you were, how much you didn’t mean those words. But you stayed quiet instead and listened to her insults, took them in, and tried your hardest not to flinch or shed a tear, as much as it hurt to do so.

You didn’t stop her either when she ran out the door, tired from crying and screaming at you. Instead, you waited until she harshly shut the door behind her to finally cry. You cried and cried for what seemed like an eternity, got up from the bed, and tore the room to pieces out of pure frustration and hatred to both the universe and your parents for doing this to you. 

It felt like everything was moving in slow motion as you smashed the mirror to pieces with your shoe and tore off the blue wallpaper from the walls. Then, with weak knees and a heavy heart, you slid down the wall and sat on the floor.  You pressed your forehead to your knees and placed your hands over your face as you cried some more. 

Eventually, you fell asleep, exhausted from all the crying and heartbreak you were feeling, wanting nothing but for it to stop. Not too far away, Victoria was being held in the arms of her best friend, who held her while she cried and fell apart in his embrace. No one who was with the two knew what to say. Contrary to what Victoria had said in an attempt to hurt you, all her friends believed you were head over heels for her. Everyone knew you’d do every single thing she asked, but they had all been proven wrong. 

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There was an instant the next morning when you woke up, everything still foggy, where you forgot everything that had gone down the day before. You should’ve held onto those seconds tighter, but your brain didn’t let you as it brought back all the memories from the previous night like violent waves breaking into the shore, so painfully you had to hold your head with your hands.

When a servant walked in, he didn’t question the broken glass scattered all over the wooden floor, neither did he comment on the bare walls and the fact that you looked terrible. He didn’t because he was one of Victoria’s closest friends, Damiano. He silently pieced the story together in his mind and felt his heart break for his two dear friends.

He’d once described you two as a melody. A beautiful one that seemed to flow smoothly and left everyone around them speechless because the force in it was something that no one ever expected from such a quiet-sounding and delicate piece. You loved each other with everything you had, kissed each other like that time would be the last, and now, when you needed all that power and force, you weren’t using it. It made him sad and he couldn’t help but compare you two to an instrument that had gotten out of tune during an important solo. 

Minutes before entering the room, he’d been ready to lash out at you for breaking his sister’s heart, but the mere sight of you made him reconsider. Especially when you looked at him with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. You looked into his eyes with so much panic and desperation as you spoke up, voice hoarse and barely inaudible, “I’m so sorry.”

He crouched down to your level and didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your body and hold you like he’d held Victoria the night before. Damiano, for the first time in a while, was out of words to say. He wanted to understand what had happened because Victoria had been so distraught the night before that her words had come out in, mostly, incoherent mumbles that not even Thomas or Ethan could catch. 

“What happened Y/N?” He asked in the sweetest, most delicate voice he could muster. It caught him off-guard how you started crying even harder at his question and gripped the collar of his shirt so tightly he was afraid of getting choked by a heartbroken you.

After a few sniffles, you spoke up. Thankfully, your words were much clearer than Victoria’s had been, “I fucked up, Damiano. That’s what happened,” You hiccuped, “I’m nothing but a coward. When my father threatened to kill her family I just stood there looking so fucking stupid. I just nodded along to everything he was saying.”

Damiano’s brown eyes opened wide as he processed your words, “He did what?” You brought a hand to your face and pulled at your hair in frustration at the realization that you had let those words slip. No one was supposed to know, especially not the person who was so close to her that he was basically her brother.

But the secret you’d tried so hard to hide was now out and it felt like a breath of fresh air after being close to suffocating, so you told him everything. All the words spilled out of your mouth and you didn’t even try to stop them. In fact, the exact opposite thing happened and you told him everything with as much detail as possible to the point where a little movie seemed to be playing inside your head.

He didn’t say a word until you finished talking. By that point, you had already calmed down enough to only sniff every once in a while, which was nothing compared to how distraught and shaken up you’d been minutes earlier. That’s when it dawned on him that the only thing you needed was to talk, it also explained why Victoria had been so heartbroken. She didn’t know about it…

It was like you were able to hear his thoughts, because the moment he opened his mouth to speak, you interrupted him, “No. I cannot tell Vic and neither can you. I know you love her just as much as I do and you know how she’d take this… Look, I can live happily if I know she’s out there, safe. How would I ever live with myself if she was gone and it was all my fault?”

His heart broke at your words, but he truly had no clue what he could ever say to make you feel any better, so the only thing he did was hold you closer and let you cry some more.

-

He eventually had to leave before another servant walked in to help you get ready for ‘the big day’. The other servant didn’t question the looks of your room either and stayed quiet as they helped you into the outfit that had been selected for you to wear to the wedding. You almost wanted to chuckle, you had no choice on who’d be there at the altar by your side and it seemed like you had no choice in what you’d be wearing either.

To anyone who’d seen you walk down the halls of the castle would’ve easily mistaken your frown for nothing more than being nervous at the thought of getting married. Hell, Damiano had even told you that a rumor had spread around the castle quickly after everyone found out about you being engaged. 

It was, apparently, no secret to any of the servants that you were seeing someone. Anyone who didn’t know any better had thought it had been the other royal you were set to marry. That you’d spend blissful hours sneaking around the castle, eager to finally unite and live together forever. They weren’t exactly wrong. You did wish for that with everything you had, but not for the person who was already anxiously waiting at the altar for you to walk in.

No. You wanted all that with the blond-haired girl that sat at the very back, with her hair neatly braided back and a few flowers adding a pop of color to her head. You almost wanted to chuckle when you saw she wasn’t wearing a dress. Ever since you were little kids and she’d started working around the castle, she’d begged your father to let her wear a pair of jeans instead of the skirts maids would wear. He hadn’t seen it as a huge deal and ever since he allowed her to do so, you’d never seen her in a skirt, ever, much less a dress. 

As you stood at the altar, you often looked for her in the crowd. Thankfully enough, she’d stayed with her eyes glued to the floor for most of the ceremony and hadn’t caught you staring, not once. Everything that followed seemed to happen so quickly you spaced out over most of it. It hurt, but Damiano’s reassuring smiles and just looking at Victoria gave you enough strength to keep the tears in.

You never thought that’s how your life would go, but you were thankful because at least she’d be safe. She’d have the chance to find someone else and fall in love one day. You only hoped that eventually, when many years had passed, Damiano would tell her all of the truth and maybe, just maybe, she’d find it in herself to forgive you for it all. 

[brelione]

Marvel Movies (Rafe,Topper,Kelce X Reader)

This takes place about a month after this.

Mentions of choking,fighting,Captain America Spoilers,Kelce being a Disney Hoe

Series Masterlist

You could hear the sound of “Lost In The Woods” from frozen two along with the sound of a car door shutting.You grinned,looking outside your window to see Kelce walking up to your front door.He had been obsessed with the sound track since you,Rafe,Topper and him had watched it last weekend.He swung open your door,pointing at you. “DONT YOU KNOW THERES PART OF ME THAT LONGS TO GO INTO THE UNKNOWN!”He sang,swinging his arms to the tune of the song that was now playing from his earbuds.

You smiled,taking out your phone to record him. “Kel,what are you singing?”You giggled,zooming in on his face. “Bitch,you already know!!!”He said it to the same tune,making you bite your lip to hold back a snort as you saved the video to your snap chat memories.He sat down nexto to you on the couch,pulling out his earbuds. “Rafe and Top are late?”He asked.You shrugged,checking the groupchat to check what time Rafe had left his house. “Kind of but like its fine.Its my night anyways.”You reminded him.Kelce nodded,pulling his legs onto the couch and resting them across your lap. “What are we watching?”He asked,looking up to see nickelodeon on the TV.

You smiled,telling him it was a surprise before throwing his legs off you and going into the kitchen to snack prep.He followed you,not wanting to watch nickelodeon. “Hey,do you remember those brownies we ate when we were little?Like the ones with the colorful chocolate things?”You asked,opening a bag of doritos and pouring the chips into a large bowl.His eyebrows furrowed as he thought about it,grabbing a capri sun from your fridge. “Debby Ryan brownies?”He asked.You turned to look at him,the empty chip bag in your hand. “Do you know who Debby Ryan is?”You asked,laughing at him.

The realization hit him,making him laugh too. “The girl from tik tok!The meme one!”He answered.You nodded,throwing the empty red bag away.You grabbed the bag of sharable m and m’s,pouring the colorful candies into a bowl as well before bringing them both into the living room and setting them down on the table.He somehow ended up laying down half on top of you,the back of his head resting on your stomach.You didnt even hear Rafe pull up,the door opening with him standing with a paper bag in his hand.You missed the way his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at the sight of Kelce laying on you,he quickly covered it with a smile.

Topper was right behind him,you turned your head to look at the blonde.You immediately burst into laughter upon seeing the pink,purple,yellow and green striped shirt he was wearing. “That’s gotta be the ugliest shirt ive ever seen.”You grinned,running your hand over Kelce’s curly hair.He rolled his eyes,sitting on the floor while Rafe put the paper bag down on the table next to the M and M’s,pulling out the contents.Sour gummy worms,dark chocolate chips,werthers caramels and a can of your favorite soda.He held the can,sitting at the end of the couch by your head so you could rest your head on his lap.He held the cool can to your forehead,knowing that you liked the feeling of the coolness.

You removed your hand from Kelce’s hair,putting on Disney Plus. “OOH-are we watching Winnie the Pooh?”Topper asked.You laughed,shaking your head as you went down to the row of Marvel Movies.Rafe had only ever seen Iron Man 2 so he wasnt very familiar with the films.Kelce preferred DC and Topper just sucked.You eventually came to The First Avenger,pressing on it.You squealed as the movie started,excited to annoy your friends.

 “I have a husband in this one too.”You smiled,remembering your huge Bucky phase in sixth grade that Rafe couldnt quite understand.He had only seen your Winter Soldier hoodie so he didnt really have a good idea of who Bucky actually was besides the fact that you loved 

him.During the scene where Steve received the Serum Topper had sat up,glancing between Steve and Rafe. “Am I the only one that sees a resemblance?”He asked.You sat up slightly,Kelce moving off of you so you could turn and look at Rafe properly.

He blushed,turning his head and looking away so you had to cup his face and get him to look at you.He bit his lip slightly,looking down at you.Topper rolled his eyes,regretting bringing it up in the first place. “Steve is more handsome.”You grinned,returning to your place on his lap.Kelce broke into laughter along with Topper,Rafe just a red mess as you continued watching the TV. “Isnt Spencer your husband?And 10K?”Kelce asked.You nodded,still watching the movie. “I thought Spencer was the love of your life?”He waited for your answer.You rolled your eyes. “I can have multiple loves of my life.”You answered,still watching the movie. “Can you pause this?”Topper asked,looking up at you from the floor.

You paused it,a bit annoyed. “What?”You asked.He opened a bag of sour gummy worms,popping one in his mouth. “How many husbands do you have?”He asked.You bit the inside of your cheek,thinking about it.Spencer Reid,Newt,Draco,Percy Jackson,Jack Frost,Peter Pan,Zuko,Prince Eric,Kristoff,Aladdin,T’Challa,Killmonger,Dallas Winston. “Uh...16.”You answered.Rafe laughed,fingers brushing against his chin as Kelce just looked up at you with wide eyes. “Who?”He asked.You blushed,counting off on your fingers. “Spencer,Newt-”Topper interrupted you. “Who is Newt?”He asked.You glared at him. “Do you not pay attention on Movie Nights?Eight months ago we watched The Maze Runner,the handsome blonde boy with the british accent.”You explained.He tried not to laugh at your passion for the topic.

 “Draco Malfoy,Percy Jackson,Jack Frost-”You were interrupted again,this time by Kelce. “The animated dude?The albino one?”He asked.You sighed,nodding.Rafe’s eyebrows knit together,frowning down at you. “You have a crush on an animated albino?”He asked.You sat up,looking between the boys. “You’re gonna tell me hes not cute as hell?Dont even act like you’re not a simp for Meg,Rafe.You too,Kelce,I saw the way you looked at Elsa when she let her hair down!”You reminded the boy.Topper laughed,forgetting that you knew all his secrets. “Dude,you were in love with Ariel when you were 10!”You exclaimed,making the boy shut up. “Who else?”Rafe asked,still curious. “Um...Peter Pan,Zuko-”You were cut off once again. 

“Birth mark dude from Avatar?”Rafe asked.You huffed loudly,stealing the bag of gummies from Topper and eating one. “ITS A BURN!”You nearly shouted. “You have such terrible taste in men.”Topper rolled his eyes.You glared at him,biting hard on your lip. “Get out.”You told him.He bit back a smile,looking up at you. “What?”He laughed.You pouted. “Go stand in the rain for two minutes.”You told him.He shook his head until you got off the couch,grabbing his hand and dragging him to the door. “You’re being mean so you have to stand in the rain.”You told him,opening the door.

He blushed,stepping outside and into the rain.He would never do this for anyone else but the smile on your face was worth it.Rafe looked outside the window,recording Topper standing in a T pose as water drenched his ugly shirt and hair.Once the two minutes was up you opened the door again,letting the wet boy come inside.He smirked before hugging you tightly,getting you completely wet. “TOPPER!”You shouted,pulling off your wet t shirt. “Dammit.”You huffed,pulling off your wet shorts and leaving yourself in just your bra and underwear. Dancing in bikinis multiple times so it wasn't that big of a deal but you didn't notice their wandering eyes. You turned to walk upstairs to change into new into new pants while top or just stood a blushing mess. 

At this point you'd forgotten about the movie and you were more focused on annoying your friends.Topper  knew better than to sit on your couch in wet clothes but unfortunately he hadn't brought a new pair to change into. So when you return downstairs in a tank top and pajama bottoms you saw topper in just his boxers sitting on your couch watching the movie.You went to sit on the couch,being pulled into Topper’s lap.When the scene of Bucky falling off the train came along Kelce had become attached,standing up to shout at the tv while you started crying a bit,Topper kissing your forehead lightly. “WHERES THE NEXT ONE?”Kelce asked.You grinned,grabbing the remote and moving on to Winter Soldier. 

“Theres like a ton of movies between these two but like we can watch those eventually.”You shrugged,ending up wedged between Rafe and Topper,Rafe’s fingers twisting your hair and tracing figure eights along the back of your neck. “On your left!”You spoke at the same time as Sam,grinning.Kelce grinned. “So thats why you always say that!”He put the puzzle pieces together.When Nat pulled up you saw the way Topper’s jaw dropped,you smiled. “I know,right?Shes like really fucking pretty.”You grinned,head against Rafe’s chest.Topper had began to doze off when Bucky came on with his metal arm,waking up fully again when he heard you whisper “He could literally choke me with his metal arm.”under your breath.He burst out laughing for a reason that Rafe nor Kelce could understand,plotting to use it against you in the future.

Somehow Topper had managed to fall asleep against your leg while Rafe had gotten you onto his lap,your head in the crook of his neck as you watched Steve get the living shit beat out of him.Kelce was on the edge of his seat,completely invested in the story. “Can we watch the next one?”He asked.You smiled,pleased with his excitement. “Tomorrow morning,okay?”You asked.He huffed but nodded,grabbing the blanket he usually used.Rafe pulled a blanket over the two of you,allowing you to sleep on top of him.The four of you must’ve slept in pretty late,waking up to your 1 P.M alarm that told you to take your daily vitamins.You groaned,attempting to move but being held by Rafe.

You yawned,seeing Topper in his deep,drooling double-chin sleep.You flicked Rafe across the head so he’d wake up,the brunette waking with a grumble. “Rafe,you gotta let go.”You smiled,kissing his nose tiredly.He grinned,letting you off his lap.You shook Kelce’s shoulder as you walked by,your shorts riding up.Kelce got up with a groan,the blanket rolling around his body like a burrito as he stumbled into the kitchen.You got yourself a glass of water,putting your four vitamin pills into your palm.He watched as you took them,grinning at you. “Good girl.You want breakfast?”He asked.You shrugged,still tired.Topper walked into the kitchen,wiping his face of drool and carrying the bowl of m and ms.

 “Hey,do you still have those frozen strawberries?”He asked.You nodded,watching as he grabbed the bag of fruit from your freezer along with almond milk,whipper cream,hot fudge and banana. “Where’s Rafe?”Kelce asked,his question being answered by the universe when the Steve Rogers look alike walked in,turning on the keurig.Kelce put some bread in the toaster,taking out the eggs and a frying pan and starting to make some scrambled for Rafe,some fried for you and an m and m omlet for Topper.Speaking of the blonde,he was pouring frozen strawberries,fudge,banana slices and almond milk into the blender,switching it on and dancing to the sounds of the strawberries being crushed.As the eggs began to cook Kelce quickly handed Rafe his mug before grabbing a glass,putting a layer of m and ms and whipped cream at the bottom,adding two spoon fulls of sugar,some milk and mixing it all together until it was a colorful slop,pouring ice in the cup before brewing some italian coffee to top it off.

As it brewed he rushed to flip the eggs,cursing when he realised the edges were burnt.He tossed it onto a plate,sprinkling some italian seasoning on it and taking the toast out of the toaster for you.He grabbed a jar of your favorite jelly,spreading a thin layer on both slices,reaching over Rafe’s head to hand you the plate.You thanked him,ripping the slice of toast in half.Topper turned off the blender,pouring its contents into a glass and making a huge mountain of whipped cream before sitting across from you.You smirked,reaching your fork over to get some whipped cream.He gasped,jaw dropping as he stared at you. “So you’re gonna put me in the rain for two minutes and now youre taking away my whipped cream?Do you wanna fight?”He asked,leaning forward.

You used your fork,knocking over the mountain of whipped cream before getting up and running down the hall.He ran after you,grabbing you by your wrist and pinning you against the wall of the guest room,panting.You two stared at eachother for a while,his bare chest pressed against you.His eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips,leaning down so his forehead was pressed against yours.So much was happening at once,you couldnt even comprehend it.But then from the kitchen you heard an argument starting,Topper letting go of your wrists as they two of you went back to the kitchen. “The third one is the best!” “FUCK YOU IN THE ASS,BITCH!”You walked in,looking between the two boys. 

“What is going on?”You asked.Kelce looked over at you,spatula in hand. “Which Descendants film is better?Two or Three?”He asked.You shook your head,sitting back down to eat your toast. “Fuck-dammit,Topper!You made my toast untoast!”You exclaimed,waving the uncrunchy bread.Kelce frowned,eyes softening. “Do you want me to make you more?”He asked.You shook your head. “No,its fine,Kelce.”You grinned,taking a sip of your coffee.It was sweet and creamy and pretty good,somehow Kelce always made the best coffee no matter what he put in it.Rafe looked between you and Topper,sensing that something had happened in the room.He hoped that Topper wouldnt intentionally hurt him like that,hoping Kelce wouldnt either.A plate of scrambled eggs was put in front of Rafe along with a bottle of barbecue sauce,making you stare at him in disgust. “I cant believe you put barbecue sauce on your eggs.”You shook your head,taking a bite of the toast and getting excited when you heard a crunch. “Oh-hey,dont worry!It didnt untoast”You grinned,enjoying it.

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[mightbewriting]

So I came to W&H and B&E in an odd way. I'm a long time Dramione fic reader who like many of us doubled down on in 2020 to find comfort in a bananas year. I kept seeing W&H on everyone's rec list, but for whatever reason kept putting it off. Then I heard about the prequel and decided to wait for that to be finished, read it, then do W&H. But once it was finished, I saw you recommended W&H first so I was like okay I'll do that. I struggle with impulse control but am trying to do better so when I saw the audiobook for W&H I was like perfect, I'll listen rather than read that way I won't gobble it up in a day. Ha well that did not work, I listened to the first 3 chapters (at that time those were the only chapters they had recorded) then instantly ran not walked to A03, reread said chapters, then continued on. At Chapter 4 of W&H, I thought hmm maybe I'll read them simultaneously. I continued that way maybe through Chapter 13 of B&E and Chapter 7ish then fully committed to W&H first. I cannot imagine reading these fics in real time because reading them in full, back to back was the most intense glutenous binge and it's taken over my life in the best way. I have been living in your fictional universe for the past two weeks. I started a list of all the parallels and callbacks and eventually had to call it because they are innumerable. I'm awed. In literal awe. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Your writing - the individual words of your vast vocabulary, the way you string said words together into hilarious, heart breaking, heart stopping, beautiful, and visceral feelings is astounding. It's hard to explain but even good writers (and/or an intriguing plot) sometimes do not create an overall immersive feeling. But the feelings your words evoke are all encompassing and truly universe building. Like it's not just the wording or the plot or the charters but all of it together come to make something even greater than the sum of their parts. Your writing, your universe of W&H, S&S, and B&E live in my mind and heart and in an embarrassing amount of screenshots of passages on my phone and in voice memos to myself as I don't have anyone irl to fan girl with. When I think of your words and the world you built, I'm reminded of a Taylor Swift lyric: "it cut deep to know you, right to the bone". That is how I'd describe your writing's effect on me, but in the best way.

Your brain's capacity to plot, plan, and flawlessly deliver W&H THEN B&E? Idk how you kept all the threads and plot points and moments and timelines in check. My head aches just thinking about how you wrote these stand-alone but also inextricable works of art. Like how does one's brain function in such a level? And it's especially telling in B&E because we knew where we were going but I still gasped, screamed, squealed, giggled, had to put my phone down, clutched it to my heart, fist pumped, stopped half way through just for a minute to breath and take it all in, and overall looked and acted as an utter idiot during each and every chapter because while I knew where we were going I also had no idea! I'm just floored you managed to keep us at the edge of our seats with a prequel? Who does that? You do!

The texts in the final chapter of W&H devastated me, literal chills. I think about that daily. It's exactly what H and we needed. Just like a reminder of what they went through. It reminded me of Chapter 41 of B&E. Like a summary of where they had been and where they are now.

The other thing that rattled in my brain is the motifs of choice and time, life kind of boils down to those two things huh? But choice especially. It's funny because choice is so prominent but at the same time how W&H and B&E give off soulmate vibes even though this is not a soulmate fic (also are the rumors true...?!) because despite time turners, breakups, and lost memories, they always come back together. But more on choice: it's just as Draco says - in a million scenarios he'll always choose her and he feels lucky she chose him just once. But of course with W&H, she does it twice. And she does it in both timelines of B&E, and of course that's the problem when Draco realizes he has not done the same hence heartbreak 1.0. And just god - he wants her to have a choice with the potion, a choice with her memories, and stops the timey wimey madness by realizing he's taking her choice (and in a way H started it by taking away his choice and leaving the first time). And then those parts about how he chose her, she chose him, but they could not chose each other. This motif, these callbacks. I'm flabbergasted. It's just hitting me now that you extend the choice to us as readers - we get to choose whether H get her memories back or not.

Theo in all your Wait and Hope universe, but especially S&S broke me. Blaise asking who is taking care of Theo when he's taking care of everyone else? Theo's literal and figurative demons? Yikes. Those were unpleasant looks in the mirror for me. I'm glad Theo has his Blaise. Where's mine haha? Also just shout to your underrated Blaise. The fact that he might be my favorite of the Slytherians in your stories says a lot since he doesn't say a lot haha. But he packs such a punch in all your works.

Okay, after singing your well deserved praises and fan girling and marveling at your works (god this is so long, I'm so sorry!), at long last my ask. I still cannot get this out of my head: what did Theo mean in Chapter 1 of B&E when he suggests to Draco “I know that. Maybe you could—tell her some of—” some of what? I zeroed in on this as soon as I read it and it's been rattling in my brain ever since.

um. hi? holy shit. i dont know how to process this. i am resisting the impulse to cringe away from the level of praise happening here because i really need to learn how to take a compliment but oh my god? i am not...this is just...wowzers. you are very literally too kind to me. i have melted into a puddle of feelings in my reading chair here. 

so, first things first: thank you. these are some of the nicest things i’ve ever heard about my writing and i can guarantee i will come back to this ask when I'm feeling like i suck and need a motivation boost. i can’t deny...it feels really nice to know that at least one person out there caught and appreciated some of the insane attention to detail i forced upon myself lol. so thank you. truly, thank you so much for saying such amazingly kind things that have short circuited my brain!

and im sure my friends at @etl-echo-audiobooks will be over the moon to know that their recording work was such a hit! your trajectory reading these stories is so fun and hilarious and probably the most unique reading experience i’ve heard so far xD

also, please be advised that your analysis on choice in these stories is probably going to live in my head rent free for the rest of my life. i feel seen, you know? you just...picked up what i was putting down and it feels really nice to know that it worked for you! 

and ok. your question. that little dash of ambiguity i was planning on leaving open ended. but let it be known i can be plied with compliments. i can’t just *not* give you something in return for such a lovely and kind and thoughtful dose of joy you had absolutely no obligation to give me today. 

so, in my mind, after draco’s house arrest ended and before he went abroad for his mastery, he and theo had an extensive (most likely drunken. also blaise was probably there too) night of reflection where they kind of just looked back at their childhoods and the war and the history of blood purity and just sort of went: “what the fuck?” i imagine draco probably confided in theo that when he went abroad, he planned to just try and pretend like none of it mattered, to see if that was really true. and draco probably kept him updated via owl (even though draco did not write enough and theo had feelings about that) so that by the time draco returned and we have theo asking that sort of trailing question, the implication at the end is “what if you told granger some of your realizations about it all?” so...not all that exciting? but there you have it!

in conclusion: thank you! you are too kind! i appreciate your thoughtful commentary SO much! i’m so happy you enjoyed these stories. and i hope the explanation of what theo was going to say wasn’t too underwhelming.

[angelicmichael]

Pretty Please

Jim Mason x reader

Summary: Jim and Reader decide to throw a christmas party but get distracted while trying to do so. Christmas fic!!

Words: 2.5k+

Warnings: Hella sexual tension, no smut but almost smut?? Very sexually suggestive hehe, fluff with no plot basically, SO much fluff its gross

A/N: based off this prompt I found in a christmas prompt list 'Making out under the christmas tree because the lights reflecting in their eyes just looked too ethereal for them not to kiss them until they lost their breath' sorry I cant find the specific prompt list this came from. Jim and Reader are both 18+, and this is kinda canon rewrite?? Basically as if the ending in ttopv didnt happen and Jim actually lived.. and got a gf haha. ALSO loosely based on the song 'pretty please' by Dua Lipa. Enjoy 💖 read the tags for more thots

You felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you once you entered the apartment.

The minimalistic decorations that once adorned the small apartment you and Jim owned were now paired and even doubled with new, shiny, Christmas decor. The last thing you were expecting to come home too was christmas decorations, to be completely honest. You knew the decorations were new because prior moving in together- you two had nothing.. christmas decoration wise anyway.

Saying that Jims childhood and even high school years were rough was definetly a understatement; you were thankful you didnt have to see him in that state and that you met him after that time.

You only met his parents once; well his mom anyway and almost immeadietly you knew why it took him so long for him to introduce you to her.

She was a fucking nightmare.

She told you immeadietly about Jim's dark past, probably in a lazy attempt to scare you off. She told you about Jim's father, the drugs, and even the drug overdose that nearly killed him. That didn't scare you off - but what it did do was break the final fucking straw for Jim who happened to overhear everything she said.

He hadn't talked to his mom since.

Medina frequently came over, she was practically your best friend and stayed incredibly close with Jim. In fact, you were supposed to see her in roughly a hour... along with a handful of other Jim and yours close friends.

With Christmas being so soon you and Jim decided to have a spontaneous christmas party. The idea was to decorate together but.. apparently Jim had other plans.

There was a wreath on the front door for one, and multi colored lights and Garland that were kept nearly on every surface of the house. Smaller christmas related knickknacks were placed too on the dining and coffee tables. It looked beautiful. You couldnt believe Jim would do this all for you, you meant to help but work unfortunately ran short so you had to cover a coworkers shift.

The entire living room was kept pretty dark and dim, only candles and the soft lighting from the christmas tree lights allowed you to see at all- but it was still enough. It was romantic if anything.

Jim didnt say anything as he came out to the living room to greet you. He stayed silent, watching you and your reaction as you spun around - trying to admire the apartment from every angle possible.

As you continued to keep walking in the apartment and admiring Jim's work, you couldn't help but dumbly giggle.

"Jim; dont get me wrong, I love the apartment but why didnt you just wait for me"? You marveled.

He smiled shyly, a light blush coating his cheeks.

"I wanted to spend as much time with you that I could when you got back before people started to show up for the party". He admitted, sounding slightly bashful and shy as he spoke.

He approached you, and you couldnt help but to feel butterflies at the closer he got. You dont know why you were suddenly starting to feel nervous at doing a act so simple; like kissing your boyfriend. Perhaps it was because normally when you two kissed or showed affection it was done so quickly and without second thought; it wasnt 'special'. You weren't blaming Jim for that either, you knew that was typical in long term relationships. However - tonight he was actually taking the time to be with you. It was beyond romantic.

He looked delicious. His hair wasnt messy but it wasnt kept up enough to look like he brushed it recently, yet it still managed to look so soft. You were yearning to run your fingers through it.

Once you were within arms reach, he quickly enveloped you in a hug. Forcing you to inhale his scent while you quickly buried your nose in his jacket, trying to take him all in.

He smelt like a hint of weed, but mostly like the ocean. You suspected he must've went surfing a while ago.

Even though the apartment was decorated for christmas and it was currently Winter; the air was still warm, maybe even a little muggy. The sun had finally decided to set, just sinking below the far off treeline - making the sky in a state of in between. Not dark but not quite light out either.

In the part of California you and Jim lived in, it only dropped about 10 degrees in the winter. You wore a warm cardigan since you came just home from outside; along with a pair of jeans and cozy boots that seemed to be your go to outfit in the winter.

Jim on the other hand wore a tight fitted dark navy shirt under his typical Jean jacket which you gently clutched onto.

"I missed you. I hate when you have to work during the holidays". You heard him softly grumble, which made you giggle.

You slowly moved, you backed your head up just enough so that your faces were now right next to each other. You bumped noses - you considered kissing him for a split second but you chose not too. Instead ghosting your lips over his; and gently resting your forehead together.

"Why? It's not like today is a holiday or anything". You asked, a playful tone apparent in your voice.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Jim's lips inch closer, you could nearly taste his breath. Minty mostly, and warm on your lips.

You suddenly were itching to kiss him, unconsciously moving forward to ease the growing tension between the two of you. You jumped a bit when you felt a hand start to rub your back, quickly relaxing when you realized it was just Jim being handsy. You heard Jim's voice, even though you were incredibly close to him, it was so soft you could still barely hear it. A quiet, sultry whisper.

"It doesnt matter if it's a holiday or not". Jim started, he backed up a bit.

Just enough to make eye contact with you, now gently cradeling your face in his hands.

"This is the first Christmas season I've had where I'm not in between my parents trying to break up a fight. I'm so thankful I get to spend it with you, I just wish I had met you sooner". Jim said, with a shy blush starting to dust his tan cheeks again.

By the time he finished talking you were beaming. Pure happiness and joy was coursing through your veins as you stepped forward and fully enveloped yourself in him, your hands grasped his shoulders to steady yourself while your lips feverishly and slowly met his.

Jim's hands quickly adjusted, moving from your face down to your waist. His fingers gripped your skin tightly; the slight pain made you moan. It didnt really hurt persay but you knew your skin would be purple and sore tommorow. However, in this moment you didnt really care about how your skin would look - you just wanted him.

Jim kissed you menacingly slow; his lips working against yours so slowly in a deliberate attempt to make you frustrated and it was working. Your fingers flexed into his shoulders as you let out a throaty moan. You broke the kiss and let out a hiss,

"Stop fucking teasing". You spoke, titling your head slightly and arching your neck out - trying to hint to Jim that you wanted him to start kissing down your neck.

However; that's not what he fucking did.

Instead of feeling Jim's soft warm lips on your neck, you felt his wet tongue lick a fast stripe down your neck - most likely tracing a vein. You yelped and jumped, only realizing after how stupid you probably looked for getting startled. Jim was laughing too, fucker.

"What the fuck, Jim"?! You asked, laughter mixing in with your voice.

Jim giggled before quickly leaning in and stealing another slow kiss from you before mumbling against your lips;

"As much as I would love to sit here and make out with you all day.. we have business to attend too".

He pulled back suddenly, his lips up turning in a smile as if he knew what exactly he was doing.

"Business"? You mused.

"Yes. We have company coming over in 30 minutes, love" Jim reminded you.

You rolled your eyes, completely unamused.

"Do they have to come"? You whined.

"Yes. They do. Now c'mon make yourself useful". Jim said.

He turned around, grabbing a box that sat idly in the living room which you didnt notice previously. Opening it, he pulled out a ornament. You dumbly smiled, knowing exactly what this meant. He approached you, ornament in hand with a corny smile on his face.

"I decorated everything but the tree. I wanted to save something for us to decorate together". Jim stated.

"Your such a sap". You said fully laughing.

You grabbed one of the ornaments out of the box and walking up to the tree. You felt dumb for not noticing how bare the tree was before. No ornaments, no lights, no tinsel.. nothing. Well, nothing execpt for the one shiny ornament that you had just hung on one of the branches right center in the tree.

The one ornament on the tree quickly doubled, and then tripled until the tree was fully adorned with ornaments. You and Jim (mostly Jim) hung a string of lights around the tree. Making the already ambience scene in your living room even more cozy and romantic.

"This was a good idea, babe". You said, quickly kissing him.

You quickly checked the time, there was still 20 minutes before anyone was supposed to show up.. An idea popped up in your mind.

A wonderful, awful idea.

You were already standing comfortably close to Jim; you turned casually around and place your hand square on his chest.

"Its too bad we finished decorating so early, hmm"? You purred.

You didnt dare take a step forward; you knew Jim would make the next move and sure enough he did. He took steps closer to you.

You cheeks were slightly rosy, with the slight embarrassment you felt from suddenly taking the reigns and being in control. Needless to say this wasnt something you were really used too.

"We still have the tinsel to put up, you know". Jim chuckled lightly.

You looked down for a split second and looked back up into his circealean blue eyes, batting your eyes at him.

"Or.. you know, theres something else I can think of we can do that's less boring". You said.

You let your hand slip and travel from his chest up to his shoulder, feeling the muscle that lie underneath your hands as you took your other free hand up to his other shoulder. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard Jim groan.

It's not like you two have never been intimate before; that was far from the issue. Even though you knew Jim for fucking ever and you two have had sex countless of times - he still managed to give you butterflies.

That's how you knew he was the one for you. Even after all this time he still seemed to make you nervous and blush.

"Is that what you think"? You heard Jim say. His voice lowered in a husky manner.

You felt his arms quickly grab you as he gently pushed you onto the ground. He pinned you on your back; his hands on your shoulders as he softly panted above you. His face hovered right above yours - and his legs on your thighs. Not that you were complaining but you certainly couldnt leave or escape even if you desired too.

You merely giggled beneath him at this realization, not really wanting to switch from this position at all.

It sounded incredibly corny but you honestly wouldnt be surprised if you had took a brief visit to heaven. You felt pure, unfiltered ecstasy as you looked into Jims eyes.

The aroma from the pine tree that was directly above you and Jim filled your senses; the smell along with the candles set the atmosphere perfectly. Ornaments hung directly above you two, the rainbow lights from the tree reflecting in Jim's light blue eyes.

Because of the nature of how light Jim's eyes were, typically seeing reflections of other objects or anything really in them was close to impossible... but, maybe it was the already dark lighting in the room or a bit of christmas magic that made seeing the lights in Jim's eyes possible.

It made the already beautiful man look nothing but ethereal. You were left speechless as you could do nothing but stare, and get lost in his eyes.

You couldnt help but feel how lucky you were to even be in this situation, how lucky you were to be loved by him.

You could do nothing execpt for smile cheesily and blush at your new realization. Instead of craning your neck awkwardly to reach his lips, you chose to be smart and innovative instead, by taking one of your hands and pushing his head into yours - gently of course.

His lips met yours and you nearly moaned from the anticipation. You kissed him slowly, relishing in the feeling of being on the floor with non other than Jim Mason. You knew for a fact you would never do this with anyone else, nor did you even want to spend the time thinking about doing so.

His lips were warm and soft - not chapped in the slightest. They danced perfectly with yours; making separating for air almost a painful and undesired act.

When you separated, Jim still didnt let up off of you. He remained on top, breathless. His lips were swollen and pink, and were his cheeks. His eyes still looked beautiful, but even more so now that his pupils were dilated.

You heard him let out a soft, shallow growl. Bending down swiftly, almost animalistically, to the side of your mouth to give you a quick kiss. His lips ghosted and drifted down over your jaw; until you felt them meet your neck in gentle soft kisses.

Your mouth fell open, your fingers gripping the soft tree skirt below you that was riddled with tree nettles.

"Jim, wait". You spoke, barely even able to get the words out of your mouth without moaning.

You saw his head immeadietly snap up, those gorgeous blue eyes meeting yours again.

"Arent we having company over in like.. 10 minuets"? You asked, laughing.

You noticed Jim let out a brief chuckle as well before replying.

"Ugh, your right but if only I could bring myself to get off of you, baby". He spoke, gently attacking your neck in slightly more aggressive kisses than what you were typically used too. Although, you certainly weren't complaining.

You felt Jim slightly push his hips into yours, you automatically opened your legs - wrapping them around his waist and lower half. He gently started to grind into you; and there was no point in even trying to bite down or mask your moans at this point. All you felt was pure, unfiltered love for the man who was on top of you.

"I love you, Jim".

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