#it doesn't take long before we find out about your bullshit here

[cherrywrecked]

what iffff g!p karina corrupting her innocent step sister wonyoung by playing a blindfold game whete she has to guess whatever’s in her mouth and rina takes advantage of that🫨then it escalates from there until she forcefully takes away wony’s virginity

i'm not sure about the forcefully part... i embarrassingly missed that part of the request... but here!

karina and wonyoung as step sisters would be deadly, honestly, but can you imagine being karina in that situation? a situation where the girl had been secretly crushing on her younger step sister? exactly.

it was supposedly one of their family game nights, but tonight, their parents had to leave halfway through it, being on call at work. it was just karina and wonyoung left together. the older one doesn't know what to do, she felt awkward… being alone with wonyoung like this. specially if she was just thinking of fucking the innocent girl before they went down to play with their parents? bullshit, right? the two of them were now left alone and wonyoung was obviously upset that their game had to end early.

“unnie, can’t we continue the game together? i’m bored.” wonyoung said with a pout, head resting against her sister’s shoulder as they sat next to each other on the couch. she was looking at the item in hand—a slim alcohol bottle they had in the living room. they were playing the game guess what’s on my hand! after all. maybe she was ovulating, but god… wonyoung looks utterly gorgeous tonight. was it her hair tied up in a ponytail or was it her satin pair of nightwear that made karina’s cock twitch under the throw pillow she’s using to cover her thighs? “are you that bored, wonyoung-ah?” karina says with a chuckle, one arm draping around wonyoung’s shoulder as she pulls her closer. “mhm! very. i want to continue our game earlier, or maybe make it more difficult?” wonyoung looked excited. her long hair swayed along with her body as she sat on the couch, legs crossed. “how about we play the game, but instead of using our hands, we use our mouths instead? but of course, no disgusting stuff, okay?” wonyoung was so firm with her words, it was cute and funny that it made karina chuckle. but was it really that, or was it the nervousness coming out of her in the form of giggles as she thought of something crazy?

“alright. who goes first?” karina, mirroring wonyoung’s position. wonyoung asks karina to go first and it didn’t even last long, karina guessed the item right away. “unnie! you’re no fun, how are you so good with your mouth?” wonyoung says with a pout. karina only looked at her, staring at wonyoung’s innocent face, trying to find any trace of malice from her expressions, but no. was wonyoung really really that innocent? it made karina want her more. “you’ll do better than me, wonyoung! trust yourself. alright, let’s have you wear this.” karina said as she carefully put on the blindfold on wonyoung. it was now or never.

karina asked a minute for wonyoung and the little girl only hummed, already making guesses in her brain what her unnie’s item might be. a notebook? it was easy to kiss around it… or maybe a spoon? she doesn’t know! she doesn’t have any idea at all. “alright, wonyoung-ah. open up.” karina, now naked on her lower half and stroking her slightly erected cock, she watches wonyoung open her mouth and fuck. the string of saliva against wonyoung’s teeth, her wet mouth… she wanted her pink lips around her tip so bad. “unnie, where is it?” wonyoung says, whiny as she was getting impatient. karina first brushed her tip along wonyoung’s lower lip. “mhm? that feels soft!”  wonyoung comments, eagerly kissing around the tip of karina’s cock. the older girl held her erection making sure none of wonyoung’s kisses would be missing. she was so fucking innocent, it’s funny and at the same time, pathetic. how can someone so beautiful be this innocent, pure… virgin. virgin. right! wonyoung has to be a virgin.

karina didn’t even notice wonyoung’s hands now wrapped around her length. “wonyoung…” karina mumbles and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the younger girl. “yes, unnie?” the little girl says in the cutest voice possible. “you can try sucking on it… you know, to feel it better?” karina felt disgusting. fooling her sister like that. but she can’t take it anymore. a gasp escapes her mouth when wonyoung encircles her lips around her tip, sucking on it. “unnie, what is it? i really don’t kn—” wonyoung’s words were cut off when karina unconsciously thrusted her hips and fucked her mouth. slightly choking on her cock, wonyoung pushed the girl away and took the blindfold off, eyes widened when she saw karina’s big dick in front of her. it was hard, pink, clean, and wet at the tip. “w-what are you… unnie!” wonyoung squealed, blushing as she pulled away, but karina was faster than she was. karina held her wrist. “wonyoung-ah. please. help unnie just this once, mhm?”

karina’s eyes were big and shiny, she looked desperate. wonyoung has to admit, kissing and even sucking on her unnie’s dick definitely wasn’t that bad at all… in fact, she could feel her core getting wet at the thought and sight of it. “b-but i don’t… i haven’t…” not letting her finish her words, karina sat next to her and guided her hand on her cock. “just wrap your hand around it… yeah, just like that. now move up and down slowl—holy shit. y-yeah, like that, wonyoung-ah… so good.” she fit perfectly around wonyoung’s hands. the younger girl already knew her step sister was different than her and it had always made her curious about… that. and she also already knew her sister was hot. fuck, even wonyoung’s friends are all over karina, but she never understood why they kept saying they would fuck her… until tonight. “unnie, i feel weird… here…” wonyoung, shyly points at her core which made karina giggle. ah, her innocence was driving the older girl insane.

“want unnie to make you feel good, wony?” the girl nodded rather too enthusiastically and the next thing she know, they were now both naked, karina’s lips are now on her tits, sucking on it, even leaving marks around it. wonyoung could only moan and grope on karina’s thighs as she carelessly feel for her cock. “you’re learning really well, wonyoung-ah… but this isn’t fun anymore, is it?” wonyoung looked at karina with her sultry eyes, lower lip caught in between her teeth. “how about you lay back for me, mhm? there we go, open your legs, angel.” 

wonyoung lays there with her legs wide open. karina settles in between her legs as she stroke her cock in her hand while the other caresses wonyoung’s inner thighs, bringing it up to her pussy, obviously soaked as she could see wonyoung dripping. karina uses her hand to play with wonyoung’s clit, rubbing it in circular motions while her tip teases wonyoung’s hole. karina’s cock twitches at the warmth of wonyoung’s cunt and so does the younger girl who now can’t keep her legs open. overstimulated, lightheaded, horny, all she ever wants is her unnie. “i’ll make you feel good, mhm?” before wonyoung could even reply, karina already had her tip inside wonyoung’s entrance. a loud gasp escapes wonyoung’s lips. karina stays still, waiting for wonyoung to breathe again. and she does. it was karina’s queue to push deeper.

wonyoung’s mouth was left ajar, legs slightly trembling at the pain and pleasure she was feeling. but the pain was not only for wonyoung to bear, but rina’s too. she was too tight. like her cunt was never penetrated before. a shame, if karina would think about it, but at the same time, she was glad. right now, this cunt is hers, and for her to take only. “i’m going to move, mhm? stay still, princess, just trust me, alright?” karina’s voice was deep, sexy—wonyoung trusts her. the pleasure is just too much. more so when rina’s fingers ghost atop her clit as she started thrusting her hips. “u-unnie~! h-hnng… rina unnie…” wonyoung drags her words in between the moans. 

karina focuses on her movements, her pace moderate until it increases, earning more sinful, loud moans from her younger sister. “fuck, wonyoung… you’re so tight… fucking hell.” wonyoung can’t speak, not even think… they both focus on each other. wony can feel karina’s cock getting bigger inside of her, if that’s even possible. it twitches with every thrust, hitting that same spot that gives the most pleasure to the younger girl.

there was a familiar notch forming on karina’s stomach as she approached her high while wonyoung, she doesn’t know. she doesn’t know anything at all. but it was her body telling karina everything that she can’t say. the way the younger’s body arched and her hands clench around karina’s wrists, her legs locking karina in between them—she was close. “baby, hold it in… please, baby—fuck, you’re so hot around my cock, wonyoung. i’m close…” wonyoung nodded, not really knowing what to do but to clench her pussy around karina’s dick. this was the older’s last straw. the tightness and warmth of wonyoung. karina gives one last hard push into wonyoung before releasing her cum inside of the younger. wonyoung moans loudly, screaming karina’s name as she shook under the older girl. rina groped wony’s tits as she too, rides her high. her index finger and thumb rolling the sensitive nub.

the older girl slowly pulls herself back, the sound of her cock escaping wonyoung’s tightness made the younger gasp softly before she curls her body, legs closing, making karina’s cum and her own ooze out of the girl’s tight hole. it doesn’t miss karina’s sight, and fingers, apparently. rina uses two of her fingers, coating it with their cum before pushing wonyoung back to face her. “open your mouth, wony. we’re not done playing yet, aren’t we?” karina says with a sheepish grin plastered on her face while she shoves her cum coated fingers inside wonyoung’s mouth, forcing the girl to suck them clean.

[onlyrains]

BLIND DATE & TRUTH

pairing: park sunghoon x reader | genre: slight angst, enemies to lovers (?) (not really) | wc: 1.8k | warning: sunghoon as former figure skater, mention of bully, lmk if theres more a/n: def not my best but let me know if you want a part 2! it's longer than usual, hope you don't mind it ;)

if you only could choose one thing to hate with your whole heart, that must be the time when you liked park sunghoon.

—maybe liked is an understatement. you literally idolized him… adored him… and you loved him.

you hate the fact that you had loved him for the longest time to the point where you gaslight yourself to not knowing him at all, when his ridiculously perfect face is engraved in your memory.

you used to watch all his figure skating performances on any channel you could find on the internet. you even have his schedule on your mind while he was literally your groupmate in chemistry and english literature. you knew how many medals he got—and which competition they were from—when you acted oblivious to anything in front of him. you were basically a fool.

and he thoughts so too.

the whole thing ended when he found out you were a big fan of his. his friend even spreaded a fake rumor that you had his photos all over your bedroom walls for a very inappropriate reason. the worst part was he didn't even ask you for any explanation. he refused when you tried to hit him up and let the school mock you for the rest of your year in high school. he ruined your high school days.

and a couple weeks ago, your mom suddenly begged you to go on a blind date with her friend's child. you were a bit surprised, but as an adult now, you tried to handle it in a very mature way. you managed to make her promise to let you live on your own after you attend this date. you had no choice when she finally agreed.

and today is the day. you're just a few meters away from your date and you have your mom massaging your shoulder to loosen up a bit.

“don't forget about your promise, mom.” you say before let out a long sigh from your mouth. seeing his back facing you makes it ten times more chilling then it already is. you rarely speak to someone with such a romantic intention and now here you are, on a blind date your mom forcefully encourages you to go on.

“don't worry, honey. now, shoot your shot.” you snort at her words. somehow feeling a knot forming in your chest after staring at his back for a second, quite suffocating.

your sweaty fist glued on your hips before you take a confident step towards his table. heart pounding out of nervousness, in contrast with the quiet atmosphere of the restaurant.

“hello, are—” your words hanging mid sentence. your breath stuck in your throat as he looked up to you and gave the same reaction.

there he is. the park sunghoon—adult version of park sunghoon—and more muscular version.

you squint at the prior spot of you and your mom stood. she's gone. “oh?—nevermind. i might just go.”

you don't even hesitate to walk away through the exit door but his replies make you halt halfway. “or maybe you shouldn't,” his gaze fixated on you with raised eyebrows.

“i know you're surprised—well, me too. but i think we have a bigger business to do today, don't we?”

“what do you mean?” your jaw clenched.

“i have a deal about this meetings. aren't you too?”

you roll your eyes remembering the freedom you always dreamed of.

i'm free today. i'm free today. i'm free today. you repeat the phrase like a mantra in your head.

“have a sit, please?” sunghoon voiced again and you obey him.

“well, how are you?” he asked, stacking one leg on top of the other.

you feel like throwing up. honestly, seeing his face this close is your nightmare to say at least. hearing him ask how you are is the biggest bullshit you've ever heard in your entire life. he doesn't seem like he carries guilt like you do with shame and embarrassment.

“how could my mom know your parents?” you ask sternly.

“c'mon, relax, miss. it's not like i know how they met in college?”

“they're met in college?” you repeat.

“not so good relationship with mother, eh?”

you frown. how could you love someone like him? a high schooler is indeed so stupid.

“what do you want?”

“me? eat. i'll have my lunch here.”

“sunghoon, i'm ser—”

“so you remembered my name.” an amusement painted on his face. “i thought you hated me that much.”

“i shouldn't forget people who ruined my teenage self, right?” you almost let your impulse win to leave from his sight in a heartbeat.

“yeah, that is right.”

“your order, sir,” a waiter arrived and placed two plates of pasta on your table. sunghoon take a glance at how it paused your movement.

“hope you're a fan of pasta too,” he said as the waiter finished filling his drink.

you hiss at the fact that your mom friends with his parent. why should it be him? out of all men in the world, why him? you really dressed so nice for this meetings to respect your date thinking this might be first and last time you met each other and now you regret it with all your heart. you don't need to look this fine for him. he doesn't deserve it.

“the food here is too good to be thrown out, y/n. dig in.”

your gaze still on him, hoping your sharp eyes leave a cut on his nose so he knows how much you hate him.

“have a bite. i ain't going nowhere. you can stare at me as much as you want.”

your grip on the fork tightens. he glances at your white knuckles calmly before opens his mouth. “see, i have an important deal after this meeting, y/n. we need to make this end smoothly.”

“we? so your deal depends on me?” you ask, his chewing slowed down.

he shrugs. “it wasn't like i knew i'd be meeting you and put everything on your hand. my deal is still depends on me. don't be burdened.”

“burdened? ridiculous. i'd be happy if i take a big part, tho.” you say with a pleasant voice. “meaning i have you in a palm of my hand.”

he scoffs. “well, not that much. i'm still their child afterall.”

you raise an eyebrow. “oh, the deal is with your parent? really?” a soft chuckle escapes from your mouth. “so a twenty-seven sunghoon is still begging things from his parents? where were the ace park sunghoon in high school? bet people oblivious about him being a loser now.” you swear your heart has never been so relieved before.

his jaw tenses. “and bet they haven't forget about the loser y/n. now she's twenty-seven, lonely as fuck, haven't move on from high school, and still a loser.”

you laugh, don't know why his attack tickles your stomach a lot. “that's very consider of you to observe your fan too, sunghoon.” you smile, decide to face your own ashamement, to eat your own resentment you keep for years. “i didn't know if any former figure skater do that too.”

he gulps at the reminder. it's been years since the last time since he heard the word ‘former figure skater’ being thrown to his face. that was years ago since he gave up on everything. that was years ago since he finally agreed to take a place in the company his family owns. that was years ago since he felt less stressed and had the freedom for the last time.

and you lightly bring it up after the effort he gave to bury everything down. he is indignant.

he reaches for your hand to hold it firmly. “better use that mouth for something more useful, y/n.”

“better treat me nicely for your own sake, park sunghoon.”

“you too, y/n. whatever deals that made you show up here won't end well if you keep acting like this. so shut your pretty mouth up and finish your food.” his low voice echoing your eardrums, sending chills down to your spine. the jazzy music in the background got silenced by his tensioned growl.

you slightly flinch on your chair. the air is getting hotter and the knot in your chest feels a little bit too throttling. did you cross the line? was that too mean? or is he just a temperamental jerk?

you swallow the lumps in your throat and take a sip of your white wine. “is it about your family?” you ask after mustering up courage. the mere thoughts about the deal possibly involving you are so bothersome.

he looks up with a glare that could punch a hole in your face. “you care now?” he took a mouthful.

“i'm not. just make sure that's nothing to do with me.” you are still indecisive about whether wanting to demolished him slowly or forget everything that happened today and continue your work-oriented life as usual.

he rubbed his hair with his palm frustratedly. “it is not, okay?” he sighs. “see, this is why they never liked you, y/n. you always only care about yourself. you're too self-centered. it was because of you. not me. i didn't even do anything back then.”

your breath ragged. “exactly! you've done nothing! you knew it was all a lie yet you've done nothing! you let them ruined my life, sunghoon.”

a couple pairs of eyes starting to turn to your table.

“i spent the last year of my high school in full horror. and that's because of—”

“i didn't! i've done everything i could but they were just too caught up with the story! they didn't want a fact, they wanted a new target!”

your breath hitch. almost sobbing right away from the overwhelming emotion you feel. you just hide it for too long and maybe today is indeed your free day. you want to let all your feelings show in front of him.

“then i left for the national championship,” he adds, with a lower voice. “that was my last chance. they sent me to the training center for months and i tried to do anything but training. my mind was so full of you but i was basically isolated from the outer world.” his buff shoulder drooped. a guilt written on his face.

a tear fall down your cheek.

“and i didn't make it to be a national athlete, y/n. i didn't. and i couldn't see you after graduation because i was too busy to convince myself that it wasn't your fault. it really wasn't.”

you broke into tears, your hand spontaneously covered your face. this is too much to process. you need a whole week to absorb everything you just heard.

that was nonsense, right? you can't be hating a wrong person after all this time.

you heard him stand from his chair and walk away. that's fine, you think. he has all the rights. he can leave you alone with your gorgeous red dress that hugged your body perfectly in such a nice fancy restaurant. yes, he can. he absolutely can.

your phone rings with the custom ringtone you chose specifically for notifications from your mom.

“let's go, y/n. my mom waits for you.”

[vaspider]

Okay, so I was waiting until I had more information before I said something, but this is what the last 2 months of my life has been like. Content warning for discussion of uterine shenaniganry.

In August, start having bad, random cramping, which is weird, because I'm in perimenopause! I talk to my doctor and we think it's probably just T-related bullshit. We start me on vaginal estrogen, but I'm aware that cramping can mean uterine cancer, so I push to get my pap smear six months early.

My doctor's office (not my actual doctor) fights me on it. I fight back. Originally, they wanted to schedule me for March, then December, and I said, nah, I'm not waiting, because if it is uterine cancer, that shit is aggressive. So we got the test done. Irregular findings, so we go for an ultrasound.

As this happens, the cramps get worse, until I am feeling like I'm in the early stages of labor all the time.

Long story short, I have a golf ball of a fibroid sitting in the top of my uterus, and I've since found out that my grandmother had a hysterectomy for the same thing about my age.

So, here's the advice bit:

Unusual cramping, if you have a uterus, should be treated as if it might be Something Serious. Don't brush it off. Insist your doctor take it - and you - seriously. If your doctor doesn't take you seriously, please fire them and get a better one if possible.

Ask your parents to tell you as much as they know about your grandparents' and aunts' and uncles' health. In the last week, I've found out about A Lot of things I should have known a long, long time ago. Like, the number of things I've learned that I should have known has become an inside joke with a certain circle of my friends.

Get your pap smears, y'all. The sooner you find problems, the sooner you can deal with them.

Anyway, I probably can't evict all this bullshit until January, and I'm in a lot of pain basically all the time. So y'all are gonna have to forgive me if I'm a little distant and tired.

[kasagia]

In the last chapter of Right Hand, Feyd said he could just leave her behind and take other women without any problems if that's what she wanted; forced her into a confession; never confessed his own feelings; wants to kill people she was intimate with in the past, when he still has his harpies; his bullshit with Irulan; injected her with truth serum.... He basically treated her like a glorified concubine (the woman he supposedly loves) and her reaction is to act like a retarded school girl??? But my main question is: how does she not react about him saying that he could just leave her behind and have other women without any problems? He acts like he does not give a shit about her, only that he's mad that her attention is on others.

Dear Anonymous, thank you very much for your thoughts!

I'm going to play a bit of devil's advocate here and explain the actions of our boy and reader, so let's get started.

First of all, it is worth pointing out that the relationship between the reader and Feyd is not normal. They both have attraction towards each other, sexual desire, and so on. Of course, that's not all, because they feel something for each other: attachment (to some extent), admiration, respect, possessiveness (on both sides), and they like being close to each other. Nevertheless everything that happens between them is not healthy, sugary, or an example of how a relationship should be.

But back to the answer to the main question (how does she not react about him saying that he could just leave her behind and have other women without any problems? He acts like he does not give a shit about her, only that he's mad that her attention is on others.):

"(...) Is this what you want? For me to take another woman? For me to treat her the way I treat you? For me to leave you on this damn desert? Because I can, Y/N. I can fuck the other women, become emperor the easy way, and give you damn Arrakis, but you have to look me in the eyes and tell me that's what you really want."

Feyd doesn't say he wants to do that. He says he can if the reader wants to reject him or if she is sure she doesn't want him. (So technically, it is: I love you; you are important to me; I won't force you to do anything if you don't want to; but I won't be alone forever waiting for you to decide whether you want me or not.) And he asks such questions when she is under the influence of truth serum, because he knows that she will never admit to him what she really feels by herself and willingly.

Feyd has never loved anyone before; he has never had a normal relationship. That's why he resorts to what he knows: plotting, planning, and extracting the truth by force (poor Fevas). These are his ways. The boy here is just desperate. He must know the truth; he must find out whether the reader loves him or is just taking advantage of him, because temporarily it is convenient for her to be close to him.

And the reader understands that Feyd sees no other way, that he resorts to something like this to get the truth from her. Which doesn't change the fact that she's mad at him for it, but... the reader resists him for so long; everyone must have their moments of weakness, right? And Feyd proved in this chapter that he cares about this reader (not with words, but with actions; I will give examples later).

I think he is too harmed and guarded/self-protective to hover around the reader and shout that he loves her, to allow himself to be completely vulnerable with her, and to express his love and devotion in words. Therefore, Feyd's love language (here) is actions.

"You almost died." "You're exaggerating this. I thought you of all people won't be afraid of the sight of a little blood." You respond dismissively, which only makes his mood worse. (...) "I simply don't enjoy holding your almost lifeless body in my arms. I much prefer it when your heart beats strongly against your chest... like now."

Feyd, as we know him, does not hesitate to take someone's life; he likes to hurt people. But seeing the reader's blood? Having her bloos on his hands? Hold her as she fights death? It doesn't make him happy; hurting her isn't pleasant for him if... it's not intended to increase pleasure and sensations. (I think I wrote somewhere that the boy ordered to burn his clothes and hers from that day so that he wouldn't be reminded of it.)

"Don't kill him." You ask him, knowing full well that he will refuse. But despite everything, you cling to this stupid hope, not knowing why you care so much about keeping Fevas alive. "Why?" "Because I ask you. Please." For the first time, you look at him desperately, knowing full well that all you can do is beg him to change his mind. Because if Feyd Rautha Harkonnen decides that someone is going to die, then even the Grim Reaper won't be able to save the poor man from him.

Here. Fevas was… quite tortured by Feyd, but he kept him alive. He wouldn't listen to just anyone once he had decided something, but he made an exception for the reader.

"I am a Bene Gesserit. I don't love anyone." You answer coldly and without emotion. He stares at you for a moment before pushing you away from him. He no longer looks you in the eyes, though his eyes are still glued to your half-naked form. He stays in silent reverie for a moment, then breaks it with a bitter, hoarse laugh, shaking his head. "And I am a Harkonnen. We don't obey anyone." He growls impassively and pushes you away to get to the door. He returns to the party, closing the metal door behind him with a loud bang.

Our boy's black, rotten heart was slightly hurt here. Because how can his little witch say that? So, in an act of rebellion, he went to Irulan, knowing full well that it would hurt the reader as much as she hurt him. Yes, it's not healthy, but that's Feyd: If you hurt me and show me that you don't want me, I will go and show you that I am not a pathetic guy who is head over heels in love and that you have no control over me. (He failed miserably because, immediately after her leaving, he caught up with Fevas to find out the truth about his relationship with the reader.)

"The little witch shouldn't listen to this old man. The master likes the little witch very much. He threatened to kill us if we did anything to her." You frown at her sudden confession, but you don't question why she's doing it. You decide to brush it off. "I think we both know that he... likes to break his favourite toys only by himself." "But not a little witch. When the little witch was bleeding, the master became furious. The master almost killed his uncle when he ordered him to kill the little witch. The master watched over the little witch until the doctors said that the little witch would survive. And he told us to guard her door while he went away to kill the people who hurt her."

And the last one (because it's very late and I should go to sleep xD).

Would Feyd go against his uncle for anyone? NO. He wouldn't give a damn if his uncle told him to kill one of his harpies. He would just do it. But the reader? Fuck no.

Feyd still keeps the harpies close; it's true, but it's more out of sentiment. Because they were a little close to him, but now he spends nights and days with the reader, and since... he became a little close to her (*cough* trying to fuck her *cough*), he doesn't go to them and doesn't spend time with them. He treats them rather as... useful pets. Guard dogs.

To sum up, it may seem that Feyd doesn't give a damn about her, but to me, he must be so... conservative in showing his emotions. He will do it through small actions rather than words (which the reader notices; after all, she knows him best; they communicate without words).

He is extremely jealous of the reader, possessive and paranoid, because he is afraid that she will eventually run away from him, that she will get scared and leave him when he falls in love with her. He is afraid that he will give her everything he has; he will give her his heart on a platter only for her to trample on it, chew it up, and throw it away. So, he won't do it until he's 10000% sure that the reader really loves him and isn't going anywhere.

I hope you understand what I mean and what I wanted to show. 😅🙈

Thank you very much, anonymous, for your question and I'm sorry I wrote so much! Have a nice day/night! 😊🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤

[yawnderu]

Attention — Keegan P. Russ x Fem!OC

Using my queens @moosch's OC Nameless for a trade we made! Go check out her amazing drawing of K-9 as an OC and her art<3

Life works in mysterious ways. One day you're helping kill 500 enemies with your bare hands alongside your comrades, and the next one, you're cuddling up to a tiny brat rescued from no man's land 3 years ago.

Keegan's hold tightened on her, hand running gently up and down on her back as she returned the favor, a much smaller hand tracing lazy circles on his back while they laid next to each other. It was one of the few moments of peace they could get, both as touch starved as they come and with a need to keep someone close.

His mind was blank for once, void of all the gunfire and images of the devastating non-stop war, simply focusing on what another person's warmth felt for once. His lips lightly touched her forehead as his eyes closed, taking a deep breath and holding onto her like a lifeline, making sure not to hurt her. It doesn't take long for Keegan to fall asleep, relaxation taking over his body before he realizes it.

He wakes up to an empty bed, eyebrows furrowing slightly at the realization that Nameless is no longer by his side. He gets out of bed hesitantly, stomach rumbling as he makes his way to the kitchen. A small smirk tugs on his lips as he sees Nameless struggle to get something out of the cabinet, approaching her before anyone else does.

''Hey there, little one... need help with getting this from the top shelf?'' She tenses up when his warm, big hand makes contact with her head, hesitantly turning around to look up at him. All he can do is offer him a smile so kind and nice that instantly makes red flags go off in her head, though she gives him the benefit of the doubt.

Keegan grabs the box she was trying to get, holding it close to her before pulling it out of her reach when she tries to grab it. His smirk grows wider when he sees the expression on her face, a slight grimace mixed in with frustration at his annoying behavior. He only relents once he sees the frown on her face as she she's about to turn around and go tell Elias he's bothering her again.

''Wait.'' The bastard was clearly holding back his laughter at the fuming expression on her face, a few chuckles managing to escape out of his lips even when he was trying not to.

''Here.'' He offered her the box and this time— despite the temptation— didn't pull it away. He noticed the fishing rod hanging over her shoulder and the stare she gave him for a few seconds before grabbing the box. He simply nodded his head, starting to get ready himself, a rifle thrown over his shoulder. What kind of man would he be if he's not there to protect the young girl? Bullshit, he just enjoys being annoying.

He grabbed a book on the way out, knowing he'd just let her fish in peace while he's keeping watch, making sure no enemies sneak on them despite the area being relatively safe.

''Let's go.'' She follows after him, staying quiet the entire walk and simply looking everywhere around her. The area was surrounded by nature, enough to give them privacy and cover in case anything goes down. They make their way to a lake Nameless found on one of her many expeditions, Keegan sitting down near the shoreline as he watches her remove her shoes, soaking her feet in the water.

''A young girl walked to the witness stand.'' He began reading, her attention now on him as she tilted her head, looking at the book he was reading. To Kill A Mockingbird.

''As she raised her hand and swore that the evidence she gave would be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help her God, she seemed somehow fragile-looking,'' He looked at her with a small smirk, making her roll her eyes and a small chuckle to leave his lips as she got knees-deep into the water, trying to find fish she could miraculously catch with her hands.

''but when she sat facing us in the witness chair she became what she was, a thick-bodied girl accustomed to strenuous labor.'' There's a small smile on his face as he reads to her, voice deep and leveled to make it more pleasant.

''In Maycomb County, it was easy to tell when someone bathed regularly, as opposed to yearly—'' He's interrupted by water splashing, baby blue eyes looking up just to see her holding a big carp in her hands, a bright smile on her face as she looked at it as proud as one could be.

''Attagirl!'' He put the book away, leaning closer to ruffle her hair despite her silent protest, a smile on his face matching hers. Not even Keegan being annoying on purpose could ruin her happiness at catching the damn thing on accident.

''C'mon, I'll cook it. Think you can catch another one?'' Keegan's annoying smirk was all the motivation she needed to take the challenge.

[pensbridge]

This is going to be my only post I ever do THIS. It needs to be said (if even only for me). Be warned. (& I'm totally being a little funny & unserious with my words, but I also mean it). but really I just need to be so silly for a moment..

I've been in some fandoms and every fandom goes through this, but...There's no fandom on earth that quite literally walked in with no changes to the picture of the Community meme like the Bridgerton fandom. yayyy! we made history again We are the exact same picture, because it wasn't that bad! I can nearly guarantee you, people noticed the quality change, but it literally wasn't bad like you say! Some of us truly stumbled in here like wtf, and still haven't gotten the answer. Stumbling into Part 1..was stressful, but Part 2 was actual insanity!

like, I honestly don't think some people watched it all the way (i saw something about ppl finishing in 2 hours)! If they even went back, who knows?! But the takes are just literal fables!

I actually think the blind trolls coming back from the dead & thin air for part 1 have deluded some of you into thinking that part 1 was bad (it wasn't; it was good), and as a result made you think that part 2 was worse than it is. I totally respect your differing opinion, but you're wrong!

There are 2 real "issues" with this season and the other stuff is artificial grass.

#1 The lack of happy couple moments that get replaced by boring side plots (part 1 was actually enjoyable to me, but this one I actually almost fell asleep watching Benedict before I was awoken by his bi awakening). But to be frank, it's always been an ensemble, and I find it funny that people forget: People bitched about polin season 2; they bitched about Penelope since season 1.

The fact that they don't get a full episode 8 of being happy in love was criminal (but i will admit my wrong expectation, because this is Bridgerton (what else is there to expect, lol). However they are cute! Naysayers, deny it all you want, but they are literally perfect! They are literally a cute engaged couple, the moms including Lady Danbury cannot help but squeal over them, and the only thing holding them back is that this conflict is seemingly dragged on, BUT it doesn't even go on long! (perhaps it felt that way because there were only 4 in this batch of eps). And I get you can be upset, but stop the bullshit because "WE WERE ROBBED." You are lyyyyinnnnnggggg.

He finds out in 6! Anthony was with her sister for 6 eps ... Simon....avoided her til she had to make the move at the end. If we're including Queen Charlotte, George got the most cohesive story, but we'll chalk that priviledge up to the fact that he got only 6 eps; and also don't lie, the recycle-rinse-repeat episode was boring(!!!!) minus the last scene & the visitation of his trauma (u can disagree w/this, but I was bored the first time watching and didn't ask for the copy & paste same episode).

#2 is the pacing (really the last 1⅓-ish episodes is the problem)- because I wish they made up by the end of 7, which is really more of the same of what I said about them being happier in the final one. However, (which brings me to my point) if they'd shifted him finding out earlier... (again they only had 1 episode prior to do this in (because there was no way it was happening in part 1 even if the 2 part split never existed), ...it could have fixed most likely all of this: if everything was moved up an episode (+ they switched Cressida's reveal + Colin finding out), they'd be fighting in 7 but united for Cressida's lie, then they'd make up by the end, and they wouldn't still be struggling with differences between them in the first part of episode 8 at all, thus there would be the happy couple moments from my point #1.

And I newly realized how this aspect of polin's season arc compares to the others. The conflicts of the other 2 seasons have been more heavily external obstacles preventing them from really getting together, while visiting some internal demons later after the drama; but this season is pretty much just them with internal conflict between them (if not for all of part 1 then for the entirety of part 2! (i personally think that the Debling stuff is less love-trianglry than what they've done in the past & fr he is in 2 eps really and not even fully courting her for majority of it)! Enemies to lovers does have internal conflict between them in the beginning, but it's not something actually between them that's "preventing" them from riding into the sunset (other than fake fighting like they hate each lol i say w/love 4 the characters & E2L). But since Colin and Pen's conflict is actually her (Whistledown) it maybe feels like they are more at odds than what is truly going on under the surface. Because they are established to love each other already unlike the other couples, who you are seeing the journey and getting to the end. While Part 2, you are seeing the unraveling of an established couple even though the love is there and the only important reason you need to get how they can work it out. We won on complexity and realness harder than the people w/bad takes can fathom, they have to make stuff up!

The other (kind of related for some) stuff:

The sex scenes: I get it! They lied (lol)! I hope we get them! But we know why it's lacking; they're deleted scenes; they exist! But the carriage scene - HOT. The mirror - HOT. The 30 second scene (lol) - HOT. But again: K*nthony got 2 spicy scenes their season! S*phne got a montage but it kind of sucked looking back (i'm not seriously hating but you know that it was too much, literally even then i think ppl knew) but plz don't start the ship discourse again & PLZ DO BE LOUD ABOUT THESE SCENES THO, I NEED THEM (lol)

But the love confession.....sssssssss. There were so many!!! *that book one is not good, i'm sorry (i'm being lighthearted here; you can disagree w/it but I do kind of hatttte it!)

"They didn't include..." don't know if you know but the writers make the story. Their story is not the book. You knew what you jumped into. (you can be sad but..) [i am not touching the conversation on Fran. But if we're really being real that side shouldn't wanna be grouped w/the side of The Departeds who are forever the head of online harrassers....by - now causing official pages to disable their comments (you don't have to tell me it wasn't all of you. I know 😔). it's actually kind of funny how I did not know like 95% of the actual discourse those first couple days (and there's a lot of discourse to see). but, anyway my main concern this whole post are my top 2 mcs. [ps the Departeds I meant traveling; i'm not that mean]

The misinterpretation of Colin: if you hate him, then go away! Thnx 4 the record-breaking views!

The baby? Cheers to 2 years in the future w/baby No Name! *lol* I'm not gonna say you shouldn't be upset about the name. For me, it was fine, because I knew they'd be back for s4. Also, preparation guys, I doubt we will even see the child that much if Daphne is any indication.

This show has never been comparable to your favorite Oscar-worthy film (literally obviously!), but the show is not terrible like some very widely popular of what's out there (and i'm not even talking about bad shows that everyone knows are bad). There is some depth to the characters and some ingrained-trauma to living in a male-dominated society with no autonomy, and traumas to the men as well. Re: the choices and drama every season. It's... a drama show! People need to go re-read the fantasy books if they want happy, lack of conflict all the time (and men yanking their wives by the wrists)... Go read fanfic if you don't like the show and a certain couple. Bridgerton is escapism and in some crazy overtaking of loud voices in the fandom, this fandom has been one of the least escap-ist fandoms ever. Because people will be like "*suspending my disbelief*" every 2 secs, but ...babe that's not doing what you just said. There's embellished "Based on a True Story" documentary fans that do this better than you tbh (i'm being a lil funny here, but honestly)

And I simply need to say this, regardless that it won't change, I need the acknowledgment jokes and the mental cleanse. if u don't want to read × The fandom...bro. I'm not even upset, I actually laughed at some of this - like, there's 3 types of people:

#1 offended people responding to op posts, because they don't like what they said; lol, the hypocrisy! The amount of people in my comments in this past month alone if I said something positive...abt the show, abt the characters...anything (new posts, old post) is more hatred than ever ever. The good polin fans are sensitive, but any and every bad typists in the comments are so easily offended...over positivity. Why.are.you.bitter?

"I'm bitter cause.." I literally don't care

#2 people reblogging things they hate to say what they hate. thnx for the notes??? bro, some comments on other ppl's gifs (rants on what they didn't like, crying abt a character/why they hate a character, and sometimes it has nothing to do with the scene gifed).

#3 "I'm allowed to be upset." why are you fighting for this? You can! Go in peace. Some people had no issues with what you say, but you are fighting this because you are determined to make people agree with your negativity no less. If you cared about the courtesy (i know that you don't) you'd let some ppl bask in what they weren't disappointed in & were excited to end the journey with (*and i expect nothing from the haters, but some of this was coming from inside the house lol). The reason you were wrong for this is because YOU WERE WRONG! There are ppl that liked it. You have no control; I get it. dw i'm sure you'll be fine.

Anyway, if anyone even read this far, you rock 4 that. If you got it, we're healing from this dumpster fire together; and if this even made 1 person laugh or feel better, it's worth it. I'm actually good now but it was rough that first stepping into the chaos and I had so many thoughts at first, so i wrote a lot from the initial shock those moments, [and now i'm in the laughing about this bullshit phase] so if u get it u get it (and can maybe have a chuckle) >>> This is literally just your neighborly (if ur nice here) joke!post *we're laughing thru the pain* / w/e to you (if you're not because i need to & this stuff isn't new & that one goes for all divisions of the fandom not just the main contented one of this post)

[coldfanbou]

Power Trip

Here's the mommy/principal Momo fic. I-uh kinda wrote this when I was really horny, so I apologize for any mistakes that made it through. Anyway, just a little rough sex here.

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Called into the principal's office, you sit outside waiting to be called in. The principal's office was far from any other room in the school. Students that made the long walk back from the solitary room were considered to be making a walk of shame. You sat outside her office for a few minutes until the door swung open. The clicking of high heels on the floor made you nervous. Poking her head around the door, Principal Momo looks down at you. "Oh, it's you again." She says before rolling her eyes. "Come in." You stand from your seat and follow her inside her office. Her swaying hips captured your attention before she got behind her wide desk and sat down. You sat in front of her and waited for her to speak again. "You got into a fight again? I will have to expel you; we had this talk last time." You just eyed Momo as she continued. "You can't just start fights."

"I-"

"I didn't start the fight; I know that's what you're going to say. It doesn't matter that you didn't start it; you got involved." You balled your fists, knowing that the rules were utterly ridiculous. 

"This is bullshit!" You say as you stand up and try to leave her office. Momo gets up quickly, grabs your shoulder, and spins you around. 

"You can't just leave; we're not through here!" 

"Yes, I am. I'm getting expelled; what else is there?" 

Momo repeatedly pokes your chest with her finger, "We still have to talk about what you've done, and until then, you do not leave this office." The seriousness in her eyes is focused solely on you and not letting you leave. 

"No, we're done-"

"I said we're not done here!" She yells. "Look, I'm willing to give you one last chance, but you have to be a good student."

"Fuck off," you respond, turning your back to her again. As Momo tries to turn you around again, you take her arm and pin her to the wall. Momo is shocked at your use of force against her. You get closer to her. "I said we're done." Momo closes her eyes and inches her head forward as if looking for a kiss. A second later, her eyes open again; she's flustered.

"Oh, um I-"

"Is that what you want? Is that what will keep me in school?" You press your body against hers. 

"No, I-" you press your lips against Momo's, and she accepts your kiss. Momo's soft and warm lips meet yours, and you feel her tongue trace your lips, begging for more. You place your right leg between hers and watch as she squirms. You continue to hold her against the wall while your other hand reaches for her breasts. As you squeeze one through her clothes, Momo tries to stifle a moan. You know she's feeling good. Her head tilts back, leaving her neck open for you to nip. Using your leg to rub her special place, Momo shudders as you continue your assault on her senses. "M-more, please. I want m-more," she whispers. "I'll wipe your record clean, please; just don't stop," Momo whines as she holds your head to her neck.

"Then strip for me." You command as you leave her body. Momo's chest rises, showing off her ample chest. Momo takes off her peach jacket first. She makes no show of it, instead just letting it fall behind her. Grabbing the hem of her pants, she pulls them down and steps out of them. "Turn around for me." Momo does so and continues to strip off her shirt next. You stare at the nearly bare ass before you smack it. Momo yelps and feels the sting of your hard smack. Down to a white pair of bra and panties, Momo tries to cover herself. "Don't be shy; take them off." Momo slowly undoes the clasp of her bra and slips it off her shoulder. You're taken in by her large mounds topped with small brown nubs. Momo's hands find the waistband of her panties, her eyes too busy looking at your developing bulge. Lowering your gaze as Momo bends over to get her panties off, you notice her small bush. It wasn't much hair, but it was a nice landing strip. The next thing you see is Momo's thighs glistening, wet with her nectar.

Momo continues to stand there, staring at your crotch. "Is this what you want?" You ask, putting a hand over your bulge. Momo gulps before nodding slowly. Uncertainty in her eyes, you command her to get it out for you. Falling to her knees, Momo crawls to you. Slowly unbuckling your pants, Momo can't help but run. Hand over your bulge, feeling its heat and hardness. Finally freeing your cock, it springs forward, hitting her forehead. Momo's eyes run down the length of it before you take it in your hand and smack her face with it.

"Ah," Momo whines as you smack her cheeks. She glances up to see your smirking face; opening her mouth, she waits for your cock. You trace her lip, teasing her. "Please, I want it."

At her request, you slide your cock inside her mouth. Her tongue rubs against the head of your cock before she takes in more. Your cock rubs against the back of her throat as she presses her hands against your thighs. "Do you know how many students think of you, Momo? With your body, we like to call you mommy in secret." You start to grunt as you feel Momo's throat tighten around your cock. "Oh? You like that?" You laugh, "come on, mommy, make me feel good." One of Momo's hands disappears from your thigh; it moves down to her folds as she starts to finger herself. "Oh, you're so good at this, mommy." You moan as you place your hand on Momo's head. "You're married, aren't you? What would your husband think of you sucking one of your student's cock, mommy?" 

Momo doesn't answer, continuing to focus on your cock. Her warm tongue licked at the sides as she bobbed her head quickly. Momo's fingers plunged deeper into her pussy, stirring her walls as you continued to mock her through mentions of her husband. Her hips started to thrust forward slightly as her grip on your thigh strengthened. Seeing the woman before you get off on such torment turned you on. "Whose cock do you like better, mommy?" Momo refused to answer. Instead, her fingers continued to speed up as she got closer to orgasm. You wouldn't last much longer either as your cock began to throb in Momo's mouth. You push Momo forward, keeping her at the base of your cock as you fill her stomach with your cum. While sudden, Momo has very little trouble drinking everything you give her. At the same time, her body thrashes as she brings herself to her climax. Momo's nectar sprays onto the floor as she finishes drinking your cum. 

When you let her go, Momo wipes her face, "thank you for the drink," she says, eyes half-lidded. 

You hold onto Momo's arm, helping her to her feet. You hold her close, your cock pressing against her stomach, "We're not done yet, mommy. I want to fill you up with more cum." 

"Just fuck me already," Momo responds with a smile as she goes and bends over her desk. She shakes her ass for you; watching it jiggle you come up behind her and slap it. 

"I'll make sure you feel really good, mommy." 

"Do it," you tease Momo, rubbing your cock against her folds and prodding at her entrance. She whines, "Come on, do it! Give me your cock." 

"Do you like cheating on your husband, mommy?" You ask as you ram your cock into her. You feel her pussy stretch to accommodate your size. Her walls constrict around your cock as she screams yes. 

"Oh god, yes, it's in!" Momo moans as you start thrusting into her. Her pussy refuses to let you go making it difficult to pull out, but you can move deeper because of it. You hold onto her arms and pull on them for some leverage as you slam your body against Momo's. The loud clapping of your bodies fills the room. 

"You're so tight, mommy." You moan as you feel Momo's warm walls clench on your cock. "I bet your husband never fucked you like this, right?" You let go of Momo's arms, one hand on the back of her head and the other on her ass. You run your hand over Momo's soft ass before whipping your hand back and striking it. Her moans grow louder from the strike. Your attack on Momo's body pushes her closer to orgasm. Her legs begin to shake, and feeling her pussy tighten around your cock, you slow your thrusts to a stop. "If you want to cum tell me who's better, mommy." Momo tries to press her ass against you to get the slightest pleasure to send her over the edge, but you start to pull out in response. "I guess you don't want to cum."

Momo bites her lips and closes her eyes, "You're better, alright! Your cock is so much better; just please let me cum!" Satisfied, you give Momo what she wants. Bucking your hips, you drive your cock deep inside of Momo. Momo's eyes roll into the back of her head as she feels your cock bury itself inside her. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! Keep fucking mommy! I'll be your mommy and only yours!" She shouted as she came. Momo shuddered and spasmed. Feeling her cumming on your cock Momo drove you to your climax; you didn't stop thrusting as you came inside Momo. You felt drained as your orgasm ended; you impaled Momo with your final thrust before falling on top of her.

You both lay on the desk, trying to catch your breath. "Let me sit down," Momo said. Acquiescing, you pull out. Momo sits down on her desk before beckoning to you. "Come suck on your mommy's tits." You lay on the desk and start suckling on her tits. Momo moans as your tongue runs across her nipple. "You've been a bad boy today, fucking me like a whore." Momo reaches down to your softening cock and gives it a few strokes, "but you have such a needy monster here, and I feel like I have to take responsibility. So I'll tell you what, I won't expel you. Instead, you'll come to my office every few days after school. We'll have little…chats." Momo uses her thumb to rub the head of your cock, making you moan. "Does that sound good? Mommy will make sure you can get all of your feelings out." You nod your head and continue playing with Momo's tits. "That’s a good boy." Momo checks the clock on her desk before continuing. "The next class is starting soon; get dressed."

"Yes, mommy." You get dressed slowly, staring at Momo's sweaty body. As you're about to leave, Momo stops you.

"Here, to cover up the smell as much as possible," Momo says as she sprays you with her perfume. "It'll also tell everyone you're my good boy." She says with a wink. After you had left, Momo sat at her desk; she collected some of your cum from her leaking pussy and ate it off her fingers. With a giant smile on her face, she looked forward to your next visit.

[cypionate60mg]

Hi! I love your work. It's really thrilling to find art at the intersection of philosophy, gender, and the erotic. You seem to be really thoughtful and intentional about your presentation of these pieces, so I'm curious about why you tag everything with "autoandrophilia" which IME is a pretty loaded word with a complex etymology. Would love to understand more!

Thanks, and good question. My answer is very long.

Before we go any futher, Blanchard's typology is transmisogynist bullshit. It's oversimplified, misinformed, and unimaginative. He actually abandoned the term 'autoandrophile' and has since switched to 'autohomoerotic'. More controversial online circles of trans people half-ironically identify with Blanchardian typology. For some, it's like MBTI, and for others, it's their self-diagnosis. Depends on the person.

When contemporary Western psychology began to take shape in the Wednesday Psychological Society's weekly meetings, one of the 'defects' they discussed was homosexuality. According to E. James Lieberman's biography of Otto Rank, he said in an informal setting that homosexuality is "love for one's self as seen in the persona of another like oneself whom one admires...strongly built up on narcissism. It is an ego symptom and not a sex symptom." Sound familiar? I don't think Blanchard's typology is all that different from that of early European psychoanalysis.

We see this same critique levied against trans people. That we're confusing attraction for identity, our self-love is fetishistic, and we're narcissistic neurotic perverts. But we can't just dismiss and ignore it, because we do indeed see trans people say things like "I can't tell if I want to be him or fuck him" or "become the person you'd want to date." 'Autoandrophile' starts to sound a lot like 'gender envy'. So what is actually happening here?

To even approach answering that, let's ask more questions. What does it mean to love people who look like you? If you are estranged from your own body, or if your body changes over time, is it morally objectionable to love a specific version of youself? Even a future one? It it also morally objectionable for that self-love to have a sexual dimension?

Trans people are expected to have the clarity of mind to separate who they are from who they're attracted to. (It's one of the demands society makes to ensure you are 'of sound mind' while still being suitably pathological to deserve hormonal/surgical treatment.) But if you don't necessarily identify with your body, then you already exist outside of that distinction. Like an open window, the barrier between inside (self) and outside (everything else) becomes troublesome.

Do you see now why I like the mirror metaphor so much? When you look in a reflection, that's not technically you. But it only exists because you are there to cast an image. The room's mirror image, too, is not necessarily real, but you gain insight into the room, maybe even see it in a new way, precisely because it's reflected back inaccurately. Your conception of yourself is filled out with detail when you cross-reference it with another version of yourself, one that doesn't exist in the same way you currently do.

It's some ontological quantum gender shit. And it's not unique to trans people. Cis people can experience it too, but they rely on the assumption that it's natural to have an oppositional 'counterpart', a 'complementary' partner. Somebody who completes them. Why, then, can't I complete myself?

We find ourselves back at your question. If Blanchard isn't going to use 'autoandrophile', then I will. One man's trash is another man's treasure. I'll use it to:

disrupt its definition.

challenge trans assimilationists.

discomfort cis men with my desire to be like them, or worse—to encourage them to define their masculinity.

provoke people into thoughtful discussions.

make people feel less alone.

But mostly, I use it so that when people look for the term, this blog will come up, and they'll see my porn. Or art. Or whatever they'll want to call it. And they'll start asking themselves the distinctions between any of these things.

There's so much more I could say about all this. Autoandrophilia's relationship to beauty standards, its usefulness (or lack thereof) as a coping mechanism for the limitation of transition, etcetera. But I'll stop here for now.

Much love, CYP60MG

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

His Princess 👑 🎲

You're Eddie's princess. Some people have a hard time accepting this. Eddie puts the douchebag in his place ❤️

Warnings: Jealous Eddie.

Loosely inspired by this meme

Don't reuse, copy or repost my work.

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If Eddie had to listen to this douchebag flirt with you one more time, he was going to blow.

Everyone knew you were his, granted it was more of an unspoken rule but it was well known to everyone in Hawkins High.

Then Richie the Prick, comes along and decides to test Eddie's patience. He can't blame the guy for flirting with you, you're beautiful, a goddess, Eddie's princess.

But it still doesn't stop Eddie from having the urge to rearrange Richie's teeth.

Richie was under the impression that you were Eddie's princess only in the campaigns, that you were fair game otherwise.

Most of Hellfire seemed to warn him, well except Erica who thought he was a dumbass and was looking forward to Eddie chewing him out.

Richie was finding it increasingly hard to get any time with you at all, not without Eddie glaring daggers of him, you were pretty closed off too, friendly but not giving away anything.

"So, what's Eddie's deal?" he asks Dustin and Gareth one evening, he's grown frustrated at his lack of success with you.

Eddie just sits smug as anything with you beside him, Gareth rolls his eyes at Richie's questions.

"Give it up dude, she's not interested. She's Eddie's" Richie frowns.

"You're shitting me with this bullshit right, this is just a game, she's not his princess or whatever shit he says"

Dustin laughs half heartedly, looking nervously at Eddie who hears this and his eyes narrow.

"Oh, dude. It's like you want to die or something don't you?" Dustin shakes his head wearily and hopes to god that nothing else comes of this.

He knows that it won't be long before Eddie's temper blows because of this...

Shit they warned Richie enough, maybe he really was just a dumbass. Dustin's watches the game closely and when Richie's character dies quite brutally, it's like an I told you so moment.

Eddie's smirk says it all.

❤️👑🎲

There's a knock on Eddie's door and this pisses him off, he was in the middle of something very important and he's not happy about being interrupted.

His irratation grows when he sees it's Richie who's interuped him.

"Do you mind asshole? I was in the middle of dessert?" he huffs and Richie rolls his eyes as he takes in a half dressed Eddie.

"Dude, I came here to call you out on your shit, you killed my character off! All because I flirt with" your girl" who I highly doubt is yours by the way"

Eddie loses patience by this time, draws himself to full height, towers over Richie who visibly pales.

"Let's get one thing straight. You're some rich, preppy runt who thinks he has a shot with my girl. Spoiler alert dick, you don't" Richie the prick snorts.

"Well, we will see about that Munson. You're talking shi... Richie cuts off as you come out of Eddie's bedroom.

His sheet is wrapped around you half hazardly, your lips are all kiss bitten, little love bites litter your chest and you're pouty.

"Eddie, baby. I'm cold and lonely. Come back" Richie's mouth drops and he gapes between you and Eddie.

"I'm coming sweetheart. Give me one minute okay princess?"you nod and with a smirk hold up the handcuffs.

"Okay, can't wait to use these again" You wink and head back to bed and he turn to Richie with a triumphant and cocky as shit smile.

"See? She's my princess. Just like I said. Mine. Fuck off before I get really mad" Richie rushes away with his tale between his legs and Eddie slams the door shut.

Asshole. He heads into his room and finds himself softening as soon as his eyes meet yours.

"Hi princess, he's gone now" he assures you and he strokes your cheek. You peer up at him and there's a cheeky grin on your face.

"I await instructions... Dungeon Master" You tack on at the end much to his amusement and he kisses you.

"Well, I was enjoying being between your thighs princess" you giggle as he spreads your legs wide and buries his head between your thighs.

Richie soon ends up long forgotten.

👑🎲❤️

[manjiroia]

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡ hanma shuji, sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, haitani ran/rindou + haruchiyo sanzu

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♡ timeskip!characters , fluff , petnames , crack , a little suggestive in hanma's , completely bullshited the coffee names (if they exist already, no they don't ^^)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ♡ I AM BACK!!! I'm so sorry for going MIA - this past year has been incredibly rough for me, COVID, dropping out of school, fighting depression suicide and whatnot- but I'm making my return and coming back to tumblr. now, please enjoy ♡

半間 修二 → ᕼᗩᑎᙏᗩ was honestly just chilling, your legs thrown over his lap, one of his giant hands lightly massaging your skin as the other scrolled through his phone. it was at this moment, you decided to ruin the peace ♡

"shuji, do you think you can get me a cinnamon pumpkin treat?"

"..... a fucking what?-"

"it's a coffee! and it's a new menu item at that one café I like... can you get it for me please?"

".. now? but I just got comfortable-" cue your infamous pouting face with puppy eyes

"fine fine- I'm going..."

it was fine, for about 30 minutes- until you got a phone call. "aww baby... you sent me out for a coffee that doesn't exist to play a game? how about we play my favourite game when I get back, hm?"

佐野 万次郎 → ᙏIKᙓY loved cuddling with you when he wasn't busy being the head of a criminal organization. you were his peace throughout everything happening around him- and you never asked for anything. which is why he gives you everything.

"mikey... I'm sorry, but can I get up? I'm thirsty-"

"no. tell me what you want, I'll have someone get it for you. you need to stay here with me."

"but- .... alright.. could I have a spicy apple with a double shot of vanilla? ... it's a coffee-"

"yes. you stay right there- don't move, alright? I'll be right back with it."

needless to say, it was a while till you got that coffee. what didn't take long though was mikey's voice to echo around the place- yelling at the other bonten exec's to 'find the recipe! y/n is thirsty!!'

龍宮寺 堅 → ᗪᖇᗩKᙓᑎ was in the shop, fixing up a bike while you sat pretty on a stool watching him work. it wasn't all bad, you both were spending quality time with each other (and you got to see him flex those nice pair of arms)

"ken.... do you want to take a break? I can go cook something for you?"

"hah? your not going to eat?"

"ah, no- but I am craving something. it's called a Russian twist, apparently it's a coffee-"

"no. your drinking something healthy, lets go eat lunch with water. too much coffee isn't good for you-"

... safe to say, the plan failed- but hey, now your being healthy :]

灰谷 蘭 → ᖇᗩᑎ was happily walking down the halls of the office, another day done- another happy drive home to meet the love-of-his-life and surround them with so much affection. walking out the doors to his car before he's hearing a familiar ringtone, rushedly pulling out his phone from his pockets to pick up your call.

"angel ♡ I'm just outside my car, on my way home now-"

"ran- I'm so sorry, but before you come home- can you get something for me?"

"of course doll, what is it?"

"it's called a surprise sunrise, it's a new coffee at that one place we go to for dates."

"ah, alright. I'll get it for you, I do need payment when I get home though~"

"yeah yeah... I'll see you when you get back then."

motherf*cker actually returns home with a coffee in hand, smiling brightly as he places it right in your hands. also has the gradient of a sunrise in it, 'so, about my payment-' , 'you charmed the baristas, didn't you?'

灰谷 竜胆 → ᖇIᑎᗪOᙀ was bored. insanely bored. the meeting being held had no context, he sat there with nothing to do. sanzu was popping a new pill in his mouth, his brother was talking his ear off- he just wanted an out, and thankfully- as if the heavens had heard him, your name was lighting up as a notif on his screen.

"rindou, baby ^^ are you doing anything right now?"

"no. everyone here is off the rails, please- get me out-"

"well, I do need something... but will mikey allow it? you leaving?"

"obviously yes, he's fine with it" (it wasn't a lie really, he was just sitting at the head of the oval table eating his dorayaki)

"ah, alright- well, I'm busy right now at home with unloading groceries. I completely forgot to get the new coffee I was telling you about, the hazelnut and almond crème? do you think you can go and get it for me?"

"yeah, I can do that. see you soon then" (an out!! yes!! he can get out of the unnecessary meeting and away from his brother!!)

the poor younger haitani... he spent a good 2 hours driving around Tokyo for your coffee, eventually he turned up at the house with a bouquet instead when you opened the door for him 'sorry baby... I couldn't find it.. think you might be able to accept these instead?'

明司 春千夜 → Sᗩᑎᘔᙀ was ecstatic, a day off from mikey to spend with his baby? the man couldn't be happier, he had the whole day planned out- solely and all prepared for you.

"ah, wait- can we stop at that café up ahead?"

"no no-! I just saw online somewhere that they're serving a new coffee, called the.. golden pineapple... I think? I wanted to try it-"

"why? do your feet hurt? I can carry you-"

"of course baby, anything for you-"

.... neither of you are allowed back into that café again, apparently sanzu holding the barista at gunpoint was a no-no. man was aggressively pouting for the rest of the day cause he couldn't get you that coffee you wanted :((

𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ♡

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

Jung Wooyoung Reaction

♡ Pairing : Jung Wooyoung x Reader

♡ Warnings : couple arguments, swear words, fluff afterwards. Read at your own risk.

♡ Taglist : @azriel-owns-my-heart @spoorti09 @toxicccred @cherryxsang @k-drizzle @kodzukein (please send in a request if you want to be added to the taglist.)

You slowly open the door of the KQ building's dance practice room to find your boyfriend, alone, practicing his ass off for the new comeback. You had never seen Wooyoung so pale, serious, and frustrated. You instantly walked inside the room, and to the corner to turn off the speakers. "WTF Y/n? " You heard his loud voice almost scaring you but you took a deep breath, collecting yourself as you turned around.

You walked towards him with an angry frown on your face. "Jung Wooyoung! Have you lost your fricking mind? It's literally 2 a.m." Wooyoung let out a frustrated sigh as he looked down at your figure, "For Fuck's sake we're not having this conversation again. I've told you already that I'll be very busy with this comeback."

"Doesn't fucking mean you skip your meals and sleep. Have you gone insane." Wooyoung takes a deep breath and his hands run between his hairs. "I'm not in the damn mood to listen to ur bullshit baby. Leave, Now." You could feel that his patience was running short today but you didn't give a shit about it anyway.

"Do you fucking think I'm just going to walk out of here? No fucking way." Wooyoung completely lost it at that point and the next thing is, you heard his loud voice screaming at you. "I SAID FUCKING LEAVE Y/N " You flinched at his loud voice and the way his hand jolted upwards.

The movement definitely didn't go unnoticed by him, his eyes instantly widened as all the anger in him drained out. His eyes watched the way your soft beautiful eyes slowly teared up, it made his heart feel like thousands of arrows were thrown at it. His hands shakily reached out to hold your shoulder as soon tears welled in his own eyes.

He felt horrible to even make you feel so unsafe, "Baby, Forgive me. I-I'm sorry." His voice came out almost like a broken whisper as he softly pulled you into his embrace. It completely shattered his heart into pieces when he heard your soft sobs. A tear slowly rolled down his eye as he tightened his hold on you. "P-please forgive me baby, I didn't mean to be so harsh with you." His shaky voice barely resonated throughout the room as he buried his face into your neck.

After a few minutes of staying in the same position, enjoying each other's warm embrace after a long time, you both slowly calmed down. You were the first one to pull away as your hands cup his cheeks and pull him down for a soft kiss. Wooyoung instantly melts into the kiss, as his hands pull you closer. You slowly pull away to look at him, "Now we gotta go out of this place and feed you before you pass out." Wooyoung chuckles softly as you pull him out of the dance practice room.

This was honestly so good to write and the concept I chose was something I wanted to write very badly. And truly, I was very much concerned for woo at some point in 2021 and 2022. Like there was a point where there was a drastic change in his weight and I was CONCERNED. But now that I know it's his choice and that he is healthy, eating properly, I'm the happiest for my babie.

[agirlwithdemonblood]

Breaking Free: Chapter 6- Dangerous Reunion

Pairings: AU! Mechanic Dean x Reader

Chapter Summary: After a heavy conversation with Dean and a request from John, Y/N finds herself in trouble.

Warnings: This chapter contains panic, domestic violence, anxiety, violence, abusive relationship,injuries read with caution.

Series Masterlist here!! & Main masterlist here!

-Three Weeks Later-

I woke up to a strange weight on my stomach. Opening my eyes, a smile naturally spread across my face as I glanced at Dean.

His arm was draped over me, his head nestled against my neck in a peaceful slumber. Checking the time, I frowned, realizing he was running late for work.

Leaning closer, I whispered, "Dean, wake up."

He groaned softly, snuggling closer. "Good morning, sweetheart."

His deep, sleepy voice melted me as I kissed his cheek. "You need to get up, your going to be late for work."

Dean smirked, sighing, "My dad's the boss. He won't fire me."

"But he won't be thrilled that on our first night living together, you slept in," I pointed out.

His smile faded, a troubled look crossing his face as he stared at the ceiling. Sitting up, I asked, "You haven't told him we moved in together?"

Dean sat up, taking my hand. "No. Why bother? He doesn't support us."

I sighed, worrying about Dean's relationship with his father. "Dean, I want you to have a good relationship with your dad."

"Our relationship is complicated, Y/N," he admitted, squeezing my hand. "It has nothing to do with you, or us."

Bullshit." I whispered.

I knew I was overreacting, but the thought that I might be ruining lives weighed heavily on me. All I wanted was for Dean to feel loved, especially since it was clear he wasn't getting that from his dad. Dean clearly looked up to him, and I hated that my presence seemed to prevent him from feeling that pride.

"Was the fight in the office the first fight you had about me, or was there another before?" I asked gently.

He sighed, wiping his face. "Before. The day I dropped off the car, after the Andrew incident."

I sighed heavily and buried my head in my hands. "What was the fight about?"

He sighed too, drawing closer and taking my hand in his. "Y/N... You really don't need to hear this. It's only going to make you feel worse."

Shaking my head, I met his gaze directly. "No, I need to know."

"Okay..." He hesitated before continuing. "It was because Andrew was supposed to interview my dad, but after the motel incident, we lost the opportunity. My dad was furious that I got involved in the drama between you and Andrew..."

I nodded slowly, squeezing his hand in reassurance.

Then, a memory flashed through my mind: our first date, when I noticed a cut on his lip and a bruise on his cheek. He hadn't had those injuries before he dropped off the car.

Memories flooded back—Dean's bruises on our first date. My heart raced. "Dean, those bruises… were they from your dad?"

He swallowed hard, his head bowing slightly. "Yeah."

My heart shattered as panic rushed within me. He had been hurt because of me, and that thought was unbearable, especially after what happened with Andrew.

"No, no... Sweetheart, please breathe," he urged gently.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "I-I can't believe I did this to you..."

His expression fell, pained. "You did nothing to me, sweetheart. It wasn't you. My dad and I have had our differences for a long time, and it's not the first time things have turned physical."

I wanted to hear him, to take in the words he was saying but all I could see was flashes from my past, every time Andrew told me it was my fault this was happening, now that Dean was the one getting hit, I believed it. It was my fault.

"Y-Yes, but for him to hit you… because of me… I can't…" I gasped for air, feeling like my chest was tightening, my ears ringing.

I collapsed to the floor, and Dean quickly followed, pulling me onto his lap. "Whoa, wait no, Y/N, breathe!"

I looked up into his eyes, seeing concern and pity, and I despised it. I hated feeling so reliant, like such a burden.

His hand moved soothingly up and down my back, his gaze locked onto mine as he took slow, deep breaths, silently urging me to follow suit. Without thinking, I mirrored his breathing, feeling the tension ease and the air flow back into my lungs.

He sighed with relief and then gently rested his chin on my head. "Sweetheart, I want you to know that it wasn't your fault. I wouldn't change a thing. Did I like that John hit me? No, but it's not the first time and won't be the last. It has nothing to do with you. He's just a jerk when he doesn't get his way."

I nodded, wiping my eyes. "I wish things were different for you. I wish he didn't hurt you."

Dean swallowed hard, his face becoming serious as he composed himself. When I looked into his eyes, I saw tears forming. "Dean?"

"This is the first time I've really talked about John... my dad hitting me. And it's the first time someone has cared enough to wish it was different. Usually, people just tell me to toughen up and deal with it, but they don't know about the hitting."

I held him tighter. "However you handle it, you're still a man. It's okay to be hurt by it. It's okay to hate him for it. It's okay to not be okay."

He nodded, kissing my head gratefully. "Thank you. Do you feel any better?"

"A little. I'm sorry I freaked out..."

He shook his head, helping me to stand, a reassuring smile on his face. "I understand, sweetheart. Fists, violence, abuse—it's a trigger. If it's happening to someone close to you, it can cause panic. Don't apologize... and thank you again, for what you said."

I kissed him gently and hugged him close. "Now you really should get ready before you get into trouble."

He winked, heading to the bathroom to dress. It only took a few minutes for him to get ready and grab his lunch before kissing me goodbye and leaving.

Alone, I sighed deeply. I did feel somewhat relieved, but I couldn't shake the discomfort of how violence seemed to be a common response in our town. Where had communication and understanding gone? Where was the compassion?

The day dragged on slowly. I cleaned the entire apartment and searched for jobs without any success. I updated my resume and watched TV, and it wasn't even evening yet. Dean wouldn't be off work for a few hours, and I knew I had to do something before I went stir-crazy being alone here.

I quickly got dressed and headed to my car. I figured I might as well pick up dinner or do some shopping—anything to pass the time. Just as I was about to start the car, my phone rang in the cup holder. I frowned at the unknown number flashing on the screen, but I answered it anyway.

"Hello?"

The voice hesitated, before speaking. "Hello.. Is this Y/N?"

I froze, recognizing the voice, and anxiety began to creep in. It was John.I tried to keep the shake out of my voice,

"Um, yeah, it's me. Is this John?"

"Yeah. I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment. Can we meet up?"

"Uh, sure. Do you want me to come to the shop?"

There was a brief silence, making me even more nervous.

"No, I'd rather not involve Dean in this, and you know how he gets when he's protective."

"Got it... Okay, how about the coffee place around the corner?"

"Sounds good. See you in about 10 minutes."

I hunt up the phone and took a deep breath, wondering why John wanted to meet in person. Did Dean tell him we were living together? Was he going to confront me about something?

The uncertainty made me drive quickly, spotting him already seated inside the coffee shop. I put on my best poker face and walked inside, greeting him with a gentle smile. He returned the smile, but I could tell he was a little uneasy about this meeting as he motioned for me to sit across him from in the booth.

As I sat down, the air thickened with awkwardness, and my nerves began to rise.

"So, I just wanted to apologize for how I spoke to you the first time we met. I hope you understood where I was coming from," John started.

I nodded. "Yeah, and I'm sorry I haven't left Dean. I couldn't."

He raised his hand reassuringly. "No, don't. Dean told me about you guys moving in together this morning, and I'm happy for you guys. I don't get it, but I'm happy. But I do have a huge favour to ask."

I nodded for him to continue, my anxiety growing.

"Andrew has been ignoring my calls, but I finally got through to him when I mentioned that you were dating Dean," John explained.

My heart sank as fear gripped me.

"He said he'll agree to do the interview, the review, the news segment, but only if you're willing to talk to him. Just one conversation with him, for closure," John continued.

I froze. Why did Andrew want to talk to me? Did he actually want closure? Naturally, I wanted to refuse, to tell Andrew off. But here was Dean's father asking me for a favour. This could be my chance to prove I'm a good person.

"Now, I know that's a lot to ask, but—" John began, but I cut him off.

"I'll do it," I said firmly.

He looked surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah. You're right, it's good for your business, and this drama between me and Andrew has nothing to do with you. If talking to him is the only way to clear things up and help you out, then I'll do it."

John stood up, moved to my side of the booth, and pulled me into an unexpected hug. I laughed and hugged him back. It felt good to be appreciated, even though the thought of facing Andrew made my heart race.

After saying our goodbyes, I left the diner and pulled out my phone, dialing the familiar number that always made me cringe.

"Hello Y/N." Andrew spoke knowingly.

"Hi Andrew. I just finished talking to John. I'll talk to you if you give him the interview and the segment." I replied firmly.

"Okay, deal. Can you come by the house?" He questioned.

I hesitated, "Maybe it's better somewhere in public.." He sighed and I could feel the frustration rising.

"Y/N, your stuff is still here. Come talk, grab your stuff and you can go."

I hesitated for a moment. Being at his house with no witnesses wasn't a comforting thought. But John knew my where I was going. "Okay, I'll be there in 15."

I hung up and dialed John's number immediately. He picked up quickly.

"Hello?" John answered.

"Hey, it's Y/N. I'm on my way to Andrew's. Um, I hate to ask this, but can you try calling me in about an hour? And if I don't answer, can you come by the house? Or send help?" I requested urgently.

John sighed as he paused, finally realizing maybe I wasn't making everything up after all. "Yeah, for sure. I'm sorry I asked you to do this.. and please, don't tell Dean yet, he will be pissed."

"Don't apologize. I understand, I won't tell Dean. Just please call me in an hour," I pleaded.

"I will," John assured me before we hung up.

I ended the call and started my car, heading towards the familiar house that always filled me with anxiety.

I wasn't sure why Andrew had insisted on talking, or why he'd used John as a middleman, but I knew I had to do this for him. For Dean. For myself. I needed to get closure, to say goodbye to the pain of the past. To do something big for others, and myself.

As I pulled up, I stared at the house. It looked charming from the outside and no one would suspect the nightmares hidden behind those gray walls. But I knew. I knew the darkness that lived within.

The walk to the door felt endless, each step heavy with fear. When I finally knocked, time seemed to quicken.

Andrew greeted me with a smirk. "Y/N, come on in."

I managed a smile and entered, glancing around at the unchanged surroundings. My clothes were still in a hamper, as if time had stood still in this place. Did he even live here anymore?

Sitting down on the couch, I waited for Andrew to join me. He sat across from me, his expression unreadable. "How have you been?" he finally asked.

"I've been alright... How about you?"

He smirked, avoiding the question with an angry look. "So, I hear you're living with Dean now."

I nodded, feeling the tension rise. "Yeah, for a few weeks."

He sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice. "This is getting ridiculous, Y/N. You must know people are talking."

"Talking about what?"

"About you leaving a news reporter for a mechanic. It doesn't reflect well on you, or me for that fact."

I felt anger flare up inside me. "I don't care what people say. I'm happy."

He rolled his eyes. "Are you really? Happier than you were with us?"

"Andrew..."

"No, let's talk about this. Are you really happier now than when it was us? What did I do so wrong?" Andrew's voice was edged with disbelief.

I couldn't meet his eyes, gripping my fists tightly. "You hurt me."

He shook his head, "You know, your not innocent here. You always pushed me. We fight, is that enough to throw everything away?."

I stood up, the anger boiling over. "Yes! It was enough because you beat me until your fists were covered in my blood, and then you made me believe it never happened. You made everyone think I was worthless and a liar, and that it was my fault. I'm glad I left."

He scoffed, advancing towards me. "I have much more at stake than you do, Y/N. What do you have? A family that barely acknowledges you? No friends? A mechanic as a boyfriend? I moved here hoping to build a future with you. If you slander my name, it could destroy my career. Do you not understand that?"

I lowered my head as fear flowed through me at his distance, "I understand, but I haven't gone around spreading lies about you. I've only defended myself when others accused me. No offense, Andrew, but I don't care enough about you to ruin your career."

He rolled his eyes and sat down, burying his head in his hands, pretending to be upset. This was his tactic after every major argument—break down, apologize, beg for forgiveness, make me believe it was my fault. But this time, it wouldn't work.

"Why did you want to talk to me?" I asked, my voice steadier now.

"Because I want you back. I want the rumours, the fights, the drama to stop. You and I have a history. Can't you just come back home?"

I shook my head, staring at the floor. "This isn't my home. Dean is my home. You messed up. You hurt me. You tried to destroy my life. I'm not coming back."

He looked at me, his expression hardening. "Never?"

"Never."

He nodded, standing up and wiping his hands on his pants. "Fine. Your stuff is still upstairs. Let's go get it, and I'll help you load it into your car."

I nodded cautiously and followed Andrew upstairs to our old room. He moved with intentional slowness, his behavior unsettling. Deep down, I sensed danger, but I was too overwhelmed to act on it.

Checking the time, I realized John would call in about 15 minutes. I held onto the hope that I would be safe then.

But Andrew's anger was overflowing, he was disgusted by the fact that I would choose Dean over him, he couldn't understand what he did wrong, or he didn't care.

Once we got into the bedroom, he turned towards me, a sinister grin on his face. "I've changed my deal. I'll do the segment and the interview only if you come home to me."

I froze as the anger bubbled, "That wasn't the deal. You said if I came to talk to you."

He smirked and rolled his eyes, "Yeah, becuase I needed you to come here. Do we have a deal or not?"

I didn't even hesitate, there was no way this was happening. "Absolutely not, this is done."

Turning to walk away, fear rose as I felt his hand gripping my arm tightly, "Our conversation isn't fucking done, do not walk away from me."

"Andrew, let go of me!" I shouted, horror filling my body as he pulled me closer, hand closing around my throat, squeezing the sides tightly.

I panicked and acted fast, raising my knee to kick him before I rushed out of the bedroom as fast as my feet would take me.

I reached the top of the stairs when I felt a force push me from behind. Time seemed to slow as I tumbled down the stairs, landing with a painful thud at the bottom.

Andrew stood at the top, looking down at me with a cruel grin. I struggled to move, feeling intense pain throughout my body. My legs were numb, my head throbbed, and the taste of blood filled my mouth. I feared I had broken my entire body.

My phone rang, and I strained to reach it, but Andrew was quicker. He descended the stairs, snatching it away and covering my mouth to keep me quiet. He answered the call with a falsely calm attitude.

"Hello, John. Yeah, everything's fine. Y/N is just in the bathroom. Oh, and tell Dean that Y/N decided to come back to me. I'll definitely be doing your interview. Talk later, bye."

Tears streamed down my face as Andrew ended the call. I rested my head back, praying desperately that John wouldn't believe Andrew's lies, that he would sense something was terribly wrong.

Please, I pleaded silently, please see through this. Please, John, save me.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 7 coming soon stay tuned!

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[summercreolefanfictioner]

would you like to find out pt. 2 (diabolik lovers modern college au)

pairing: ayato sakamaki x yui komori (feat. kanato and laito)

summary: everything started with a reckless, "I wanna know how it feels like to date."

themes: mostly humor with mentions of nsfw

note: part 1 here

Ayato absentmindedly playing and picking on his food was a rare sight, and it irritated Kanato as it ruins his appetite first thing in the morning. He had been doing it since the whole blonde-dream-girl-he-met-at-a-party-run-off-from-him-the-next-day-after-they-had-sex fiasco. Of course, he endured his brothers teasing him to no end, saying how he got dumped for the first time after a one-night stand (because it was rare; like hello, Ayato Sakamaki, the IT boy of Ryoutei University, the infamous college basketball champion.) It wasn't until the jokes don't sound funny anymore and Ayato wasn't eating takoyaki that Kanato and Laito believed this girl must be some serious shit.

And Kanato, being the prick he is, decided to stab his bacon and eggs so loudly in the morning, uncaring if Laito was staring between his older brothers awkwardly. While the concern was there, Kanato can't help but get irritated at Ayato's constant wistful and hopeless romantic longing.

Ugh. Love and all the neuro-shit.

"U-Umm..." Laito started, feeling Kanato's patience slip away, "Ayato-kun, aren't you going to eat-"

"Let him starve himself over some girl who dumped him," Kanato cut in, the stabbing motions not ceasing anytime soon. How dare he anger him? If that's what he wants, then that's what he'll get.

But Ayato was stubborn. Laito gulped nervously at that.

Oh, no.

Kanato slammed his fists on the table. "Okay, what do you want? Just say anything because I am getting sick and tired of your endless moping."

Ayato sighed again, stopping from his usual ministrations. "You can't help me. You don't know her."

Kanato huffed. "Bullshit. We already saw her leave the day after, remember."

"But you don't know where to find her," Ayato countered to which Laito found himself agreeing with.

To be fair, they don't know anything about this mysterious Yui Komori girl. But if they were to have first impression guesses, the girl seemed the honest yet clueless type. She also has the good girl type, the obedient one who always follows her parents' bidding because she is good like that.

However, the girl attended the party in their house and spent that one night with Ayato. That new information doesn't match their impression. Nonetheless, this Yui Komori can quite be a breath of fresh air. After all, this would be the first time Ayato flirted with a girl from the university since all his exes came from different schools.

"So this Bitch-chan has the curiosity of a cat, after all," Laito mused teasingly. "Not a goody two shoes, I see."

"I've asked random people from my course if they know someone called Yui Komori, but they don't seem to recognize one," Ayato said bitterly.

"Hmm... Ayato-kun, what if she's not really studying in Ryoutei University?"

"Nah, that's impossible." The redhead frowned. There's no way Yui would lie to him about studying in Ryoutei. Besides, the only ones invited to their party were people from the university.

"Well, I guess we could just help you look for this Yui Komori," Laito offered with a beaming smile because if this is what it takes for Ayato to stop his endless sighing over hopeless longings, then so be it. Then he turned to Kanato, giving him the "help me out here or else I'll do something despicable to your belongings" look.

Kanato only sighed in exasperation.

What a drag.

It took four days before Laito informed Ayato something about Yui Komori. It happened one day while he was seeing this one random girl he hooked up with from the Philosophy Department. After their intense sex, she mentioned something along the lines of: "I know that girl. She never skips all the classes. But Laito-kun, she's a bit boring, though? Are you sure you're looking for the right girl?"

And another fun fact: Laito had the same class with the Komori girl at 3pm every Tuesdays.

So Ayato became Laito's substitute, sitting in an unfamiliar class with brand new faces. He looked around for any sign of pale blonde hair and flower hairpins and pink until he spotted her. She was careless and lively, giggling at something her classmates said. Afterwards, the class started, the professor making his usual roll call.

"Sakamaki Laito?"

Ayato raised his hand. "Here."

The professor didn't care, but some of the students whispered, "Eh? But that's not Laito, though. It's the Ayato one."

At the mention of his name, Yui whipped her head back and saw Ayato, sitting five rows away from her. She immediately turned away and tried to shrink from his presence.

What's he doing here?

Once classes ended, Yui quickly got out of her seat and rushed towards the door, letting the crowd of students from the hallway take her until Ayato couldn't see her anymore. Ayato sighed in defeat. It was a one-time chance, and yet he failed.

"So what now?" Laito asked, munching on his salted caramel popcorn as he watched this new movie he rented with Kanato at their living room. "You'll have to wait for Tuesday to see her again."

"I don't have time for that," Ayato countered. "My practice schedule has been moved to Tuesday next week."

Kanato buried his face into Teddy's head, hugging the stuffed bear closer. "We could ask Reiji to give us a copy of her schedule. He's doing an assistant teacher job until next month," he suggested, then he remembered, "Nah. It's a bad idea. As if Reiji would let us know someone's class schedule. He abides by the rule."

"Looks like there goes your hopes and dreams, Ayato-kun," Laito remarked in despair.

Or so they thought.

Why? Because Kanato passed by Yui Komori in the hallway on Thursday. What's more? Her class is held at room 403 from 1pm to 5pm.

He knew because he skipped one of his minor classes and see where this blonde girl will move. He even approached one of her classmates and pretended he was quite interested, making some nonsensical flirtatous remarks on her because the girl looked so easy.

"O-O-Oh that?" the poor girl tucked her hair behind her ear and shyly handed out her class schedule. "Y-You can check it; I don't mind. As long as we see each other after this."

As if Kanato will let that happen.

Ayato was chugging on one of his water bottles in the kitchen when Kanato approached him and said, "I saw your dream girl today."

The redhead stopped at that, turning all his focus on the middle triplet. "Where?"

Suddenly, Kanato whipped out his phone and typed something. Afterwards, Ayato's phone beeped and when he opened it, he received a picture of a class schedule.

"I met a girl who goes to all same classes with that Yui Komori," Kanato informed. "Make sure to use it wisely or else." Because I am so tired of you being so lovesick as hell.

"O-Oh," Ayato was glad. Finally, he could see her again. "Thanks, Kanato."

"Just buy me two pints of ice cream."

"Sure."

"I want the new biscoff one and the chocolate chip cookie."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

Yui was bored. Apparently their professor for their 4-hour class this Friday afternoon was absent due to sudden cold. She sighed in her seat, contemplating where she could go since her next class would be for 6 pm onwards.

"U-Umm... Komori-san!" a female classmate called.

"Y-Yes?"

"Y-Your boyfriend's calling out for you."

"Eh? Boyfriend?"

Then she saw some of her classmates whispering to each other, glancing briefly at her before going back to their own businesses. Yui decided she should find ot who this mystery boyfriend, although there's only one person that comes to mind.

I hope he's not who I'm thinking.

"Yo, Chichinashi," Ayato greeted, the familiar smirk flashing on him. "It's been a while."

Yui blushed at the familiar nickname, the whispers behind her getting louder.

This was the start of a roller coaster story.

[girlwithonegoal]

sorry but the only reason destiel even works is because wincest did it first and also better

i've been thinking a LOT about this and want to get it all out so here it is. if dean was truly in love with cas, he would not have hesitated to tell him so when he literally knew cas was about to DIE. we don't see that. we see shock, grief, disbelief (an angel loves me!), we see him trying desperately to process his best friend is leaving him but nowhere does dean say, or imply, with his eyes, or words, that he's in love with cas. of course he loves cas - cas is family - and cas is not exactly his brother, (closest is brother-in-arms), despite his insistence in an earlier episode - but he's not in the kind of soul-crushing love that cas is with him. he's not in love with cas, and can't be, because he's already in love with sam.

when dean dies, he gets as close as he possibly can to confessing to sam he's in love with him without actually crossing the line. he would never to that to sam - he would never do to sam what cas did to him - because he would NEVER do anything to make sam lose his agency (sidebar: not that cas doesn't respect dean. but his love confession is almost wish fulfillment - i'm going to confess to dean i love him and go out in a blaze of glory and then leave without dean ever even having to reciprocate because i know he doesn't love me back. and he's absolutely right).

dean has already had years and years of not having his own agency from john his whole fucking life! john did whatever he wanted to dean and dean took it because like hell was he going to subject sam to that bullshit. which brings us to sam and dean's childhood - not much is known of their early years before sam went to stanford and that's fully on purpose. we can almost see dean as not only a brother figure to sam but also a father figure. john leaving for weeks maybe even months at a time - how the hell did dean and sam manage to survive? by dean doing whatever he had to do. emphasis on whatever.

you see, john absolutely knows that dean is beautiful. whether you read their relationship as purely abusive or abusive with a sexual component - dean definitely did questionable things to get food on the table for sam, an aspect that's more in fanon that canon but reads true to the heart of the show. sam doesn't know because dean wanted a normal childhood for him. and dean would rather die and go to hell for 800 years than force sam to make a choice, make any choice, of a romantic and/or sexual nature related to him.

back to dean's death. this is again the closest thing to a love confession that dean can make - my baby brother - take out the word brother and it would be not only romantic but stunningly true - he raised sam, this child who grew up to be a man, this child who loves him - waiting outside sam's dorm for hours - can you picture him pacing in the snow, waiting for the one thing he wants but can't have??? why does that sound familiar? oh, right, because that's what cas said but in dean and sam's case it would be actually true. how cruel and unbelievably insane it is to find your soulmate in your brother, the one person you have that you love unconditionally, not just because they are your family but because you are in love with them, and you can never have them as long as you live.

re: american gothic and soulmatism. very different from crimson peak where thomas fully realizes the unhealthiness of the codependent incestuous relationship with his sister and wants to be free and happy with edith. but sam and dean don't want to be free. in their minds, they already are free as long as they have each other and only each other. not getting in all the other romantic relationships that the brothers have with other people bc it would take too long, but they already fulfill that need for each other and don't need anyone else...like i'm sorry i love my sister but i want to get married one day to someone else. if you read their relationship as purely platonic, it doesn't work at ALL.

the kripke early seasons fully leaned into the gothic horror aspect of it all and incest is definitely a part of that...dean and sam literally cannot live without each other. they can't do it! sam dies in dean's arms and dean can't even wait five fucking minutes without making a deal with a demon lmao. he can't eat. he can't sleep. their love is a perpetual resurrection; they keep killing each other and bringing each other back to life. because they don't know how to stop. they are a singular mangled fucked up entity. i read a fic once where the author described sam as hating his own body because it was separate from dean's and dean's whole presence was a phantom pain. and yeah. just yeah. they can't live without each other because they ARE each other.

seasons 1-3 to me are spn at its soul. that's it. cas only works as a side character, if he's a brother (like, purely platonically) to both sam and dean or just unrequited romantic love for dean. the trope of an angel falling in love with a faithless man who can't pray only works if dean hasn't been in love with sam the whole time.

[roleplay-evil]

Resident Evil 7 Biohazard Starters

"You know what they say—once family, always family."

"You're part of the family now."

"Welcome to the family, [name]."

"That's family business, [name], and not your concern, understand?"

"This is my home. Apparently, I belong here."

"So, why are we in hell this time?"

"They're relying on me. Everyone is relying on me. Everyone!"

"You don't exactly seem like you're playing with a full deck yourself."

"Goddamnit, how am I gonna replace this?"

"Ah, shit! I knew I shouldn't have worn my good shoes."

"You came to the wrong house, [name]."

"I told you to stay out of here."

"Alright, new deal. We-we find [name] and we go."

"You, my friend, you are one lucky son of a bitch."

"I'm sorry... but they're, uh, they're dead now."

"Yeah, it is your fault. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna let you die."

"You kill me, and I just come right on back!"

"I'm going to enjoy watching you die."

"Motherfucker! You were supposed to die!"

"Sure as shit beats the hell outta dying."

"Idiot—you can't kill me."

"Do me a favor and stay dead."

"Leave me to die!"

"Forget that you ever knew me."

"Come on—don't you die on us now. You have work to do."

"You don't understand or is it that you just don't care?"

"Don't worry, I'm still here."

"Now, we got several calls about some missing persons lately."

"[name]! Thank god I found you. It's me. It's [name]!"

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead! It's time for supper."

"Glad I had my shots."

"You better now?"

"Well, come on. Take a chance. You never know."

"That is not groovy."

"What the fuck? That's special."

"You can't hide from me, [name]!"

"Don't you go anywhere!"

"Alright, you little cocksucker, let's get down to business!"

"I know you and [name] are plotting. I know you are scheming."

"Where'd you get yourself to, hm? Where are you?!"

"Thought you'd just slip out before dinner was done?"

"It won't be long before I find you and kill you."

"I'm gonna squash you like a bug."

"You think you can hurt me?"

"You're going to wish you'd never been born."

"I'm gonna take you for a ride!"

"This is going to be fun. Just you wait."

You're gonna die in this hole and you're gonna like it!"

"Fuck it! I'm gonna kill every one of you."

"I will find them and I will make them suffer."

"You better start running, [name]!"

"They're dead! They're all dead!"

"I can't let [name] catch me again!"

"What's wrong? Step on it!"

"You're the first I've ever seen make it this far."

"Gotta say, I'm impressed. Not only are you still alive, you have all your fingers and toes."

"You're gonna have to do better than that, [name]."

"You're wasting your time."

"Here I come."

"You need to go. I won't be able to resist for much longer."

"You gotta give me your gun!"

"Oh! Good news! I'm going to be coming home soon! Yay!"

"Who the hell else was I gonna choose?"

"Are you having fun yet?"

"You got yourself a booboo?"

"I told you, don't you fuck with me."

"Not now. We need to get out of here first."

"You were right. I did lie to you."

"You gotta earn your way, [name]!"

"What is this place? What did they do to you?"

"There's another door here. I'm sure of it."

"You're a son of a bitch!"

"Now look what you've done, motherfucker!"

"Fuck you and the horse you rode in on."

"Kiss my ass."

"Dumb son of bitch wouldn't know good if it hit them!"

"Goddamnit! I bet it's that cop again..."

"I only work with professionals."

"I'm an old man, [name]. You can't take on an old man?"

"Hey! One of those is mine."

"Why are you putting me through this?"

"Well, don't just stand there—do something!"

"I know I can't expect anything from you. Not after what happened. After what I did."

"I am sick and tired over being sick and tired of your bullshit."

"I'm tired of waiting."

"It has taken me weeks to finish this, and it is finally ready." And it's all for you."

"What the fuck are you, [name]?"

"I got the gift running all through me! All through me!"

"I don't understand you at all. This is a gift."

"There are known unknowns here, and you are not paying fucking attention!"

"Do I have your attention, [name]? You're about to see something wonderful."

"We love you... Why can't you see that?!"

"Why does everyone hate me?"

"You see, [name], not everybody wants to turn back the clock."

"This joy? Why, you can't fake this."

[cakesandfail]

Do you have any headcanons about how Vetinari ended up taking power?

Actually yes I do!

I wrote a fic about his first day in power that vaguely referenced this and while I don't have like, a fully fleshed out story, there are a few bits and pieces that I sort of bodged together from things in the books and what I personally find entertaining about him as a character:

There's a bit in Soul Music which says that there was a rat plague in Ankh-Morpork shortly before Vetinari came to power, and that his solution was "tax the rat farms". It's unclear in context whether this means he suggested it at the end of Snapcase's time in power or if it was one of the first things he did after he became Patrician. I've just gone ahead and assumed that the rat plague was the last straw for Snapcase and that actually having a good suggestion was one of the reasons Vetinari was in people's minds as a replacement

That then leads us to ask, well, what on earth was he doing there? He's been in power a fair while even by Guards Guards but chronologically must still only be in his early 40s by then, to have been in his late teens in the 30-years-ago bits of Night Watch (and he can't be older than that, because it's made fairly clear that he's in the Guild equivalent of secondary school at that time, and Vimes knows that the two of them are approximately the same age). Given his canonically hilariously long list of postgrad qualifications, he probably went straight from Assassins Guild grad school to the Oblong Office, more or less. Conclusion: he was the fucking INTERN. (or possibly working as a clerk, but calling him the intern is at least 500% funnier)

Given the running joke about him being this weird posh dude who doesn't seem like a threat until you remember where he was educated, I would imagine that his whole "ah capital jolly good here I go getting slang wrong again" bullshit started here. We know that among the Ankh-Morpork elite, pretending to be stupider than you really are is something that can both keep you safe and help you get away with a lot, because we see Vetinari and Vimes and Sybil do it. So this is where he got his practice. Bertie Wooster the FUCK out of your working day, quietly get on with the things that need to be done while nobody's looking, and nobody will realise because they just think you're Madam's weird nephew with the shit beard and the puppy

So, bearing all that in mind, picture this:

Snapcase is dead. The important people (at least, the people who think themselves important) converge on the palace. In a small room off the Oblong Office is a young man steadily working through a large pile of paperwork. Oh, yes, that's Madam's nephew, you know... Havelock, isn't it? They ask if he knows what's happened, and he says no, he has no idea, he's just been working his way through all these regulations, and gosh, they really are very dull. And... well... nobody else is here. And nobody else seems to understand the filing system, or the rest of the staff, or anything really. But he does.

This guy's had a few good ideas when he's been doing the minutes at various meetings, that makes him a plausible candidate surely? And he's so young, so he's going to need a lot of guidance from helpful, experienced folks, right? How useful. He's just smart enough not to be an obvious puppet. Very handy indeed.

And the cream of Ankh-Morpork society being what they are (truly the cream- rich and thick) they don't realise until it's far too late that this lanky goth weirdo they'd thought would do their bidding knows everything about everyone and he's been quietly furious about the result of the Glorious 25th for over a decade. And, whoops, they'd somehow forgotten that he didn't spend all of that time on Guild postgraduate courses doing resits. Oh dear. And now he's their boss.