#therefore I can't help but feel like it was intentional

[chirpsythismorning]

Insisting that all byler evidence is reaching or coincidental (at best), when there's just certain evidence that would honestly be way more impressive if it were just a coincidence? Like, I would seriously want to get the Duffers checked for sorcery because there's just no way coincidences like this happen to these extremes.

One specific example of this, which again, I think would be a lot more impressive if it was a coincidence and not intentional, although I know even most bylers struggle to believe this one, is the CGI hearts in Mike and Will's eyes during the van scene.

Because when it comes to deciding whether a theory is plausible or not, there's obviously reasoning that goes into what determines that.

In this case, the first question one might ask is, what's the context of the scene/what's happening?:

Will hands Mike a painting. In this painting, Mike is holding a shield with a heart on it.

Okay, fair enough. But still not quite on the nose enough...

Why don't we look at the literal dialogue and see if that might support the possibility of CGI hearts:

'--It's a heart. And I know it's sort of on the nose but, that's what holds this whole party together; heart. Because I mean, without heart, we'd all fall apart--"

Then there’s the Cali poster(s):

The fact that they had individual character posters for each storyline, with the two heart palm trees visible in the Cali character posters, only to make sure both of the palm tree hearts were visible for the main byler duo poster, which was used out of maybe 6 different ones overall (1/3 couple posters), to watch Stranger Things on Netflix??

The fact that the palm tree hearts are the exact same image, just reflected horizontally???

Oh and that tweet the ST writers posted while writing s4 (the same season with the van scene):

Oh and how the first shot we got of byler in the s4 trailer was directly following the lyrics 'Here we stand, worlds apart hearts broken in two, two, two…'!!!!!?!??!:

And thats not even all? There's more and arguably even more we still have yet to discover.

Either this shit was intentional, or the Duffers are literal wizards and managed to create coincidences that even God himself would be envious of.

Because like ... WTF?

Anyways. Case closed.

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

Chapter 20

alright guys hit the showers. or the bathhouse. wait hold on i left my computer boy in there. guys wait don't open that

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

wow i wrote 10 pages for chapter 19 but i better take it easy so i dont burn out (writes 11 pages for chapter 20) anyway guess who's taking a break after this chapter

this is the one with togiri development but they're extremely not normal about it so it's almost blink-and-you-miss-it

@digitaldollsworld <- betapilled readmaxxer

Content warning tags: mild violence and injury description (non-graphic), description of depression symptoms and nausea, mild mention of eating disorder

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He’s not sure how long he sleeps for, only that he wakes up still-dressed and laid out across his bed, his mouth dry and head groggy, the bedroom lights still on. As he checks his handbook’s clock, he finds he’s entirely missed Monokuma’s morning announcement, which is a good thing; he had no desire to listen to that bear’s irritating voice, especially not today.

But, he doesn’t have much desire to do anything else either. The library no longer feels like the safe haven it used to be, and he had no interest in going anywhere else and running into anyone else, when the atmosphere was still thick with the deaths of two people, and pity that Byakuya didn’t want. Much less, the possibility of encountering Makoto, who was the last person he wanted to see, so to speak.

He lies in bed a moment longer, unwilling to move. Everything feels sluggish, like he’s moving underwater; even his head feels stuffed full with cotton and wool. It's a strange, unfamiliar feeling, and unpleasant, too.

Grief. He thinks blearily at first, before rolling his own eyes at the thought, and pushing himself up with a grunt. Such dramatics didn’t suit him. He wasn't the kind of person to spare such theatrics, regardless of his circumstances.

He showers, brushes his teeth, and half-debates whether to try his hand at shaving before ultimately deciding against it (it didn’t feel like his stubble should be that noticeable, yet). He forgoes changing into a clean uniform in favor of his pajamas, and collapses back into bed with a sigh, hand searching immediately for his handbook - but finding nothing but empty sheets.

“Hello, there!”

He jerks upright immediately. Standing in the foot of his bed is Monokuma, rocking back and forth and looking as innocent as could be. Or, would be, if not for the handbook clutched in its paw.

Byakuya dives for it without thinking, but his perception is off, and he crashes to the carpet instead with a grunt. Monokuma sidesteps him casually with a laugh. “Whoa, there! Easy partner, don’t wanna hurt yourself!” It dances around his head, infuriatingly out of reach. “Didja miss me that bad? If you wanna hug, you can just say so!”

“Give it back,” He snarls, as he picks himself up. He’s in no mood for its jokes. “Give me back my handbook!”

“Your handbook? My my, but these were all mine first, weren’t they?” It shakes a paw disapprovingly in his face. “I just need to check it real quick, after all. I didn’t expect Mister Fujisaki to go and Macgyver anything onto here, so if it’s anything malicious, I’ll have to do a quick wipey-wipe!” Byakuya makes another lunge, and it juggles the handbook out of his reach, hopping backwards with a mad cackle. “After all, if it’s anything naughty, there’s no way I can let it fall in the hands of my precious students!”

“You miserable little-” Byakuya tries to rise to his feet quickly, but he hasn’t eaten since yesterday, and a bout of dizziness crashes into him like a wave. He sways and braces himself against the mattress, one arm still reaching out clumsily to try and grab at Monokuma.

But the bear has already flipped it open, scrolling so quickly through the screens that the little automated voice can’t keep up, the words blurring together. “Schoo-Stu-App-Day-”

“Whoops, too far.” It scrolls back. “Applications, that’s what we wanna see. And, what’s this?”

Byakuya feels his blood run cold. There was only one application there, the one Chihiro had downloaded for him. Alter Ego. The app was inconspicuously named ‘Test_App’ in the interface itself, but if Monokuma opened it-

“Well well well. Let’s take a look-see!” It crows, and Byakuya’s protest is frozen in his throat. He shuts his eyes, expecting to hear Chihiro’s voice-

“Black to E5.”

He opens his eyes again. What?

Monokuma also seems confused, tilting its head as it stares at the little screen. “What’s this? A chessboard?”

“Black to E5,” Alter Ego repeats, so digitized and monotone it was nearly unrecognizable. “Would you like to review the board?”

“Is this all it is? A chess game?” Monokuma sounds almost disappointed. Byakuya, seeing his chance, surges forward, snatching the handbook back and snapping it closed. He presses it to his chest, feeling his heart thud beneath it.

“Is that a problem?” He demands, and Monokuma shrugs, shaking its head.

“I guess not, but I thought it’d be something spicy, y’know? You’re a growing boy, after all!” It reaches out to pat Byakuya’s knee, and he steps backwards just in time, lip curling in disgust. “Aw, don’t act so mean to your headmaster, you’ll give me a complex!”

“Get out.” He hisses. “You got what you came here for. Leave.”

“Oh, alright…you sure know how to make a bear feel glum...” It sighs, kicking at the carpet, before it makes its way to the door. “Take care, now! Make sure you eat something, y’hear? I don’t want any hunger strikes in this house! And-”

No sooner had Monokuma crossed the threshold, had Byakuya jumped up, and sped forward to slam the door with a resounding bang. He takes a moment to breathe, leaning against the wall, legs suddenly weak.

How the hell did that thing get inside my room? He was sure he had locked the door - or he should have locked it, at least. Looking back, he actually can’t remember, but he double and triple-checks now, suddenly paranoid. He also flips off the light for good measure, leaving the room in complete darkness before he crawls back into bed.

Beneath the covers, he opens his handbook, and squints until he can make out the pale green shape of Alter Ego’s face on the screen.

“Is he gone?” Alter Ego asks, and Byakuya relaxes, the tension flooding out of his shoulders.

“Yes.” He whispers back.

Alter Ego makes a sound like a sigh of relief. “I’m glad. I got so scared when he grabbed me.” And its voice sounds so much like Chihiro's that Byakuya feels a strange pressure behind his eyes.

“How did you know?” He asks. “That Monokuma was there?”

“I could hear it. Through the microphone.” He reaches up and touches the tiny pinprick grid of the speaker, and feels the buzz of Alter Ego’s voice against his fingertips. “I didn’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Don’t worry about me. I think he would’ve just deleted you as punishment for me anyway.” He sighs. And then frowns, as a thought comes to mind. “If you could eavesdrop from the microphone this whole time, then you already know…?”

He doesn’t finish his sentence. But he doesn’t need to. Alter Ego makes a quiet noise like a sigh. “Yes, I know.”

“I’m sorry.” And he’s surprised to find that he means it genuinely, and almost laughs at himself. Heartfelt apologies were rare for him, and here he was offering one to an AI, of all things.

“It’s okay. He knew it might happen,” Alter Ego replies, and he imagines it might be smiling, a sad, helpless smile. “There’s nothing we can do about it now.”

“No, I suppose not.”

They’re quiet for a moment. In the darkness, Byakuya can almost pretend that he’s normal - unable to see in the dark as everyone else is. But it’s also the middle of the day, and he’s too restless to sleep, too uneasy to go outside. Too tired to mourn. Too mournful to do anything else.

“Can you really play chess?” He asks instead.

“I can, along with checkers, shogi, and backgammon and more.” 

“Play a round of chess with me, then. I’m bored.”

“Okay!” Immediately, the pale blot of their face on the screen is replaced by a square. “I’ll play black. What’s your first move?”

He smiles to himself. “E2, pawn to E4.”

—

Hours pass like that. He plays chess with Alter Ego (three wins, four losses, and seven draws), and a few rounds of shogi (one win, one loss, and two draws) for good measure. And then, huddled over his desk with his back facing the camera, he pores over lines of Dostoevsky and Nietzsche until he feels too sick from staring at the letters to even hear Alter Ego’s voice, reciting the words aloud beneath a dim ringing in his ears.

By the time he’s pulled out of his concentration by the sound of a knocking at his door, he’s too nauseous to feel hungry, but his throat is stinging from lack of water and there’s a slight pulsing in his head. His immediate first reaction is to ignore it, but that proves to be impossible; whoever was on the other side was clearly, very persistent, and had nothing better to do.

Even so, he lasts a full five minutes until he finally gets up to answer, irritated beyond measure. If it was Makoto, he was going to slam it closed again, reasons be damned. He didn’t even want to think about the other boy, lest he get pointlessly enraged about it.

But instead of brown hair, he’s met with pale white. Kirigiri stands at his threshold, hand partially raised, halfway through knocking, and they stare at each for a moment in silence, as if both surprised to find the other person there.

And then he slams the door shut in her face. Or tries to - instead of the satisfying bang of wood meeting wood, there’s a sickly crunch, and then she’s wrenching the door open, heedless of the way her fingers had just been crushed in the jamb. He almost winces in sympathy, but she’s too busy pushing her way in to offer much room for condolences.

“What is wrong with you?!” He demands, trying not to be too obviously perturbed by her lack of reaction; he doesn’t think he even heard her wince. She ignores him for a moment, attention focused on her hand, as she experimentally clenches and unclenches her fingers. Apparently they’re not broken, or maybe, she just had high pain tolerance. Or she was more insane than he thought.

“We’re calling a group meeting,” She replies, without so much as a waver. “Come to the bathhouse.”

“And why should I?”

“It’s important. I can drag you there if I have to.” It doesn’t sound like an empty threat either. Somehow, she seems impatient, though he’s not sure how he can tell; and it wasn’t just because she shoved her hand into the door in order to deliver the message.

He weighs his options - on one hand, he has no desire to speak with anyone, much less Makoto, who was bound to be there. On the other hand, he didn’t exactly have anything in the way of provisions in his room, and though he was still a little too light-headed to consider eating, it’d be embarrassing to collapse from dehydration at this point. That, and it seemed that Kirigiri had no intention of letting him refuse.

“...I’m going to get dressed first.” He says shortly. If he’s going to have to meet them, it will not be while he’s still in his pajamas.

“Hurry up.”

She makes no move to leave, and he realizes with no small amount of annoyance that she was making sure he wouldn’t be able to run or shut her out again. Somewhat affronted by this, and now wanting to go even less, he grabs a clean set of clothes from his dresser and goes to the bathroom.

Routine carries his hands through the motions, so he manages it relatively quick, but it’s only after he’s applying the finishing touches, that he nearly pokes himself in the eye as he reaches to adjust his glasses. It’s a strange sensation, feeling the bridge of his nose and finding nothing, and even though his original prescription was low and they were more an accessory than anything, he feels a little like he’s lost a limb.

She’s still there when he emerges, though now standing over his desk, bent over the books he has open. She looks up as he approaches, one hand halfway through turning a page.

“What?” He asks, chin turned up in challenge.

“Nothing. Just looking.” She closes the book, and he realizes, scandalized, that it was the one he was reading earlier. It was going to take him ages to find that page again. “You have predictable tastes.”

“Shut up. Are we going or not?”

He follows her out, his hands twitching all the while, smoothing down his shirt, his lapels, his sleeves. Making sure his buttons were lined up, that his shirt was tucked; he hadn’t had the time to put on garters or even try a hand at his tie, and he feels underdressed.

“You’re fine.” Kirigiri says suddenly, and he freezes, one hand resting on the button of a shirt cuff. “Stop fidgeting.”

He scowls. He was walking behind her, so what would she know. “I’m not fidgeting.”

“I can hear you fidgeting. Your buttons are fine.”

“Oh, can you hear my buttons now too?”

It’s a petty, childish remark, one that he can’t stop himself from muttering before he can even reconsider it. She stops at that, halting so suddenly in the middle of the hallway that he almost walks right into her, and turns around to face him, her head moving in a slow tilt from up to down - scanning me, he realizes - before she says: “You look fine. Are you quite done?”

She was checking for me. He’s not sure if he should feel grateful for the courtesy or irritated by her lack of grace. “Did the sound bother you that much?” He asks instead, patting down the front of his shirt one last time.

“...It wasn’t the sound.” Is all she says, with a sort of finality that indicated that no other questions would be answered on the topic.

They enter the bathhouse, and find everyone else there, gathered in a sort of semi-circle around the wall of lockers. Asahina and Ogami, predictably, are huddled close together on one of the benches. Celeste and Yamada sit on another bench, one fidgeting uneasily, the other sitting regally with legs crossed and hands folded. Hagakure is standing next to Owada, who doesn’t even stir when they walk in, and who Byakuya ignores in turn, gaze sliding past him uncomfortably. Fukawa hangs near the back of the group, and twitches when she sees him, though makes no move to approach.

Makoto is leaning against the lockers with hands tucked in his pockets. He looks up as they enter, and stands up straight immediately. “Ah-”

“We’re all here?” Kirigiri cuts him off, casting a glance around the room. “Good. Can you catch him up, Hina?”

“R-right,” Asahina looks between Kirigiri and Byakuya, then at Makoto, and seems to hesitate for a moment. “Um, so…last night, I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d go to the kitchen to get food. But on the way there, I heard something coming from the bathhouse - like, a weird, machine-y kind of sound? - and when I went in…”

She peters off. He raises an eyebrow, “And?”

“Uh, it’s going to sound a little ridiculous...”

“You act like nothing else is ridiculous about this situation. Get on with it.”

Her face flushes dark, embarrassed. He gets the feeling that Ogami is glaring at him, but since he can’t see it - and has no reason to act like he can see it, anyways - he ignores it easily.

“Right. I saw a ghost - I know it was a ghost,” She adds defensively, as Byakuya was preparing to scoff and roll his eyes. “It was glowing green and floating in front of the lockers, and…and it had Chihiro’s face.”

“That’s-” not a ghost, he’s about to say, but he stops, suddenly uncertain. The bathhouse had no cameras, but he wasn’t sure if Alter Ego’s existence should be revealed here, now, to everyone, especially given some of the individuals present. His hand reaches into his jacket pocket, where his handbook was. “That’s…and you’re sure it was Chihiro?”

She seems taken aback by how seriously he asks that, and nods quickly. “I know it was Chihiro! It was his face and everything!” She points in front of her, at a locker less than two meters away from her eye level. The exact locker, Byakuya thinks, where Chihiro was keeping his laptop.

He wonders if Makoto was thinking this too.

“...I highly doubt the existence of ghosts,” He sighs. There was no point trying to hide it with Kirigiri around, and better to do it now than later. “Instead of being in front of the locker, I think the thing you saw was inside it.”

He turns to the locker Asahina had indicated, and moves to unlock it - before realizing he doesn’t know how. If it was unlocked by key, he didn’t have it, and if by code it was even more impossible. But Kirigiri steps forward, nudging his arm out of the way, and the locker door clicks open under her hand.

Sitting inside is the laptop, its screen dark. After a moment, it hums to life, flickering green. A round, pale shape forms, and behind him, Byakuya hears someone gasp.

“Hello,” Alter Ego says, and their voice is clearer through the computer than through Byakuya’s handbook, and sounds so similar to Chihiro’s that it’s almost jarring. “It’s nice to meet everyone!”

Hagakure shrieks, arms thrown up in fear. “A g-g-gh-!”

“It’s not a ghost,” Byakuya cuts him off sharply. “It’s a program.”

“Yes, and it looks like something Chihiro made.” Kirigiri touches the keys lightly. “This computer was the broken one from the library. And the fact that it was placed here, out of sight of the mastermind, means that it was meant for us.”

“So, this is what I saw last night…” Asahina’s tone doesn’t sound uneasy anymore, but wondering, and she raises a tentative hand as the little Chihiro in the screen waves at her. “But, what is it?”

“You just asked, ‘what is it,’ right?” Alter Ego says, almost teasingly, making her and several others jump. “The short answer is, I’m an AI program based on as much of Chihiro Fujisaki’s personality, memories, and thoughts as he managed to transcribe into data…um, but if it’s easier for you, you can call me Alter Ego. I was made to try and break through the firewall around the school’s network and to analyze the files on this computer, but it’s been taking a long time. I’m only about 25% done.”

25%? That was already more than Byakuya expected, and he feels a thin, inexplicable strum of pride.

“Crazy…hey, isn’t this crazy?” Yamada is up from his seat, and sitting as close as he can, crouching on his heels to be eye-level with the screen. “This is so- so totally sci-fi, right? Isn’t the genre wrong?” He sounds excited, overly so, and his breath is a little fevered and fast. “Hey, Chihiro! Can you hear us?”

Alter Ego doesn’t respond. Byakuya suddenly remembers the night that Chihiro was installing the application on his handbook and how Alter Ego only ever responded after the sound of keystrokes. “You have to type what you want to say in order for it to respond.”

“Move.” Yamada scurries out of Kirigiri’s way, as she drops to a crouch in front of the open locker. There’s the sound of fingers clicking over keys, and then -

“It will take me a while longer to finish analyzing everything,” Alter Ego says aloud, a little sheepishly. “I can definitely finish it though! Actually, progress is moving faster than originally predicted, so you can leave it to me!”

“My, how dependable.” Celeste remarks. “It seems that Chihiro has left us an invaluable gift, does it not?”

“It’s…pretty crazy,” Hagakure agrees, scratching his head. “Wait, uh - can Alter Ego get online? Like can we call for help from outside?”

“Hmm, probably not.” Asahina hums in thought, crossing her arms. “We’re in a bathhouse after all.”

“Then, if we take it outside of here-”

“No.” Kirigiri says flatly. “We can’t take any risks. Taking it outside might mean that the mastermind will discover it.”

“Yeah, but, I think it’s better to get help sooner than later. You know…” He pauses for a moment, tilting his head pointedly towards Owada. Throughout this whole time, the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader had been as still as a mouse, face turned downwards towards the floor. Hagakure clears his throat awkwardly. “Can’t we try it?”

There’s a sharp tap as Celeste laces her fingers, rings clicking together. “As stated earlier. We cannot take unnecessary risks. And we are not in the position to be pointlessly altruistic.” Her tone is casual, but Hagakure seems to shrink away from her, defeated.

“I…okay. Fine, sure.” He scratches at his head, then pauses. “Ah, wait a minute. Does Alter Ego, like, know…?

His question peters off, but the implication hangs over them like a heavy fog. Byakuya watches them cast uneasy glances at each other, then back to Alter Ego, as if trying to figure out who should break the news.

“It already knows.” He mutters. He’s not trying to be loud, but in the silence everyone could hear it anyways.

“...Not to say you’re lying or anything, Byakuya, but how do you…?”

Instead of answering Hagakure out loud, he reaches into his jacket pocket and withdraws the handbook, flipping it open and holding it up, screen facing them. Someone gasps.

“Yes,” Alter Ego confirms their unspoken question, and its voice echoes uncannily, doubled between the laptop and his handbook. “Master made it so I can be accessed through Byakuya’s handbook, so I could assist him with his visual impairment. I can also access the microphone function on this device, so I was able…I was able to overhear what happened”

The little, buzzing voice trails off sadly, and Byakuya suddenly feels uncomfortable, as the room grows all the more dreary. He clicks the handbook closed, suddenly irritated.

“That should explain it.“ He sighs. “Chihiro built Alter Ego to try and help find a way out of here, and at the same time gave me access so I could be self-sufficient. That’s the extent of my knowledge about it.”

He looks up and finds nearly all of them with their faces tilted towards him, and shifts, disconcerted. “What?”

“Nothing…it’s just kinda sweet that you’re, like, telling us this yourself.” Hagakure, ridiculously, sounds almost happy about this. “You never really talked to us about yourself before.”

“There’s no point in being secretive about it. Not when I was already forced to reveal it during the trial.” He sniffs. Immediately, Hagakure looks away, chagrined. From Byakuya’s periphery, he can see Makoto still facing away, his ears turning pink.

Kirigiri clears her throat. “...For the time being, it’s clear that we need to ensure Alter Ego remains a secret from the mastermind.” She says, and Byakuya watches as she types something out, a thick line of black characters. Every few keystrokes, she stops, and deletes the last word in a series of light clicks; listening closer, the sound was awkward and irregular, each press slurring into the next key. With a slight twinge of guilt, he realizes that the cause of it was her left hand - the one he had practically crushed.

After a moment’s consideration, weighing his conscience with what was at stake, he nudges her slightly with his knee. “Move. You type too slow.”

“And how would you know that?”

“I can hear it.” He replies flatly. “You type like you’re all thumbs. Move over.”

He half-expects her to stay where she is, to ignore him and continue, but to his surprise she actually complies, standing up and stepping aside. He crouches into the space she had just abandoned, sliding his hands over the keyboard until his index fingers find the tiny, tell-tale grooves of the position keys. The size and dimensions are different from his computer at home, but for a moment the feeling is so familiar that he’s almost nostalgic.

“What did you want to ask again?”

“If it has any contingency measures in place for if Monokuma - or the mastermind, or anyone suspicious - happens to find it.”

His fingers skim over the keys, clicking fluidly. A thin line of black appears at the bottom of the screen in time to his movements, but he can’t confirm if the output is accurate; judging by the way Makoto gasps behind him, and the way Hagakure whistles, he can guess that it’s more or less correct.

“Impressive,” Celeste says, in an appreciative tone. “I suppose being such an esteemed heir means you have many talents.”

He can’t tell if she’s mocking him, so he decides to ignore her, though he allows himself a small amount of smugness. He finishes typing: “Is this what you wanted to ask?”

Instead of replying, Kirigiri leans over his shoulder and clicks the ‘enter’ button. After a moment’s pause:

“Hm, to be honest, so far I’ve just been trying to be reeeally careful with when I’m active…though I guess that backfired last night, with me scaring Aoi.” Alter Ego hums in thought. “But, I do have a secret plan! If anyone comes around who I don’t recognize on my webcam…I’ll scream super loud!”

“That’s so basic!” Asahina blurts out, shocked by the simple nature of it.

“Yes, and it’s not likely to work at night.” Ogami grumbles. “The bedrooms are soundproofed.”

“Maybe we can try taking turns staying up?” Makoto suggests. “I can take the first night, I don’t mind…”

“I think such a sudden change in our patterns is likely to draw suspicion from the mastermind. Which would be rather counterproductive.” Celeste says, and Makoto ducks his head immediately. “Though, your thoughtfulness is appreciated.”

“Then it can’t be helped.” Kirigiri sighs. “I’ll leave my door open. I’m at the end of the hallway anyways, so if anything happens, I should be able to react the quickest.”

What a crazy woman. “You’d leave yourself vulnerable?” He scoffs. After all the precautions he’s seen her take, it’s hard to imagine her sacrificing herself to any degree.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take. Besides, I’m not so helpless. I have no intention of going down without a fight.” She pauses, mouth open like she’s about to say more, before she decides against it. “Anyways. We should avoid any mention or contact with Alter Ego as much as possible, to draw as little attention as we can.”

She claps her hands sharply, a sound that makes more than one person jump, and makes Byakuya almost flinch. “For the time being…let’s disperse.”

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[scentedpeachlandcreator]

"Frequently Asked Questions About the Law of Assumption”:

what is the law of assumption?

the law of assumption is a law where if you assume something and persist in it, it will harden into fact.

how to manifest?

1. decide what you want to manifest.

2. know that it's yours and that you already have it.

3. persist no matter what and ignore and dismiss the 3d.

can I manifest...?

yes and yes! everything is possible and there's no limit! you can manifest anything you imagine.

but what if I have hard circumstances?

circumstances DOESN'T FREAKING MATTER!! just know that you have it regardless of everything!

but what if I can't afford it? or it is too expensive for me?

DON'T SETTLE FOR LESS! imagination is a powerful tool, don't question “if or but”, you deserve everything and more! just fucking know that you already have it in your imagination.

but what if I have doubts or negative thoughts? will it affect my manifestation?

FUCKING NO!! it doesn't matter as long you already have your desires in your imagination so nothing matters, it won't affect or ruin your manifestation as long as you don't assume so.

what is 3d and 4d?

the 3D: is the outer world that we are currently living in, feeling it with our five senses, touching it, experiencing it.

the 4D: is your imagination, your mental world in your mind.

what is the wish fulfilled?

it is the state of knowing that you already have your desires so you don't look for the 3d for validation and you start living in the end.(read this and this and this)

what is self-concept?

self-concept is how you perceive yourself and the world around you, it is also a formation of beliefs, it also helps you with manifesting and putting yourself on a pedestal.(read this and this and this)

how do I fix my self-concept?

start off with clearing your doubt about manifestation first, secondly start embodying a person who is a master manifester, start acting like the queen you are, know your worth, and thirdly know that you are limitless and nothing is too big for you to manifest.

is manifesting superpowers and other illogical things possible?

FUCKING YES!! EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE AS LONG AS YOU CAN IMAGINE IT!!

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yes, you can, but I don’t recommend doing it because it will create a state of lack and you'll focus on time instead of fulfilling yourself in your imagination.

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stop it, please, get off of Tumblr or any other social media, and start manifesting and applying the law however you want, you know the basics of loa? right then start FUCKING APPLYING AND STOP OVERCONSUMING SO MUCH INFO!! go fucking manifest YOUR DREAM LIFE!! MAKE A CHANGE!!

can I change a person's behavior around me?

yes! You can, first of all, decide how that person's gonna start acting around you. okay now start assuming and persist in the assumption until it hardens into fact and dismiss the 3d.

can I make my crush love me? even my celebrity crush?

yes, you can! it's very easy, first start off by assuming that Sp already does love you and that you are already in a relationship with him/her, live in the end, fulfill yourself in your imagination and persist in the assumption, and dismiss the 3d.

can I manifest many desires at the same time?

yes! You absolutely can, if you don't want to list them all one by one, just make a blanket affirmation or you can even say a random word with the intention it gonna manifest all your desires.

for example the word "cinnamon roll" = your list of desires.

what is revision?

"Revision" refers to changing a past event or action that has already occurred. However, it's important to remember that the past and future only exist in our minds. Therefore, it is possible to change anything from the past and you will manifest it the same way you would manifest your desires normally.(read this and this and this and this)

can you manifest for me, please? can you enter the void state for me, please🫸🏻🫷🏻😓?

FUCKING NO!!! DO IT YOURSELF!! NO ONE IS GOING TO DO IT FOR YOU!! START APPLYING INSTEAD AND BE DISCIPLINED!!

but I can't enter the void...I tried everything and every method and it didn't work!

ASSUMPTIONS MANIFEST!! GET THIS THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULLS!! personally, I realized that assumptions are what manifest because, after 2 years of trying to enter the void state, I woke up in it with JUST A FUCKING ASSUMPTION! NO METHOD!! NO MEDITATION !!NO FUCKING BULLSHIT!! THE METHOD IS NOT THE ONE THAT IS GOING TO HELP YOU ENTER THE VOID STATE BUT THE KEY IS YOU!! IS SELF!!

[httpswritings]

unable — Alexia Putellas x Reader

Warnings: mentions of past sexual abuse (not getting into detail of how that happened) and what it leads to for reader, therefore mentions of anxiety, fear to be touched, etc. 

Word count: around 770

Summary: Second part of discovering true love. Alexia and reader get into a relationship together, and reader have the need to tell Alexia about her past. Alexia comforting reader.

A/N: I've already warned about these sensitive topics above, so please only read if you feel like you can. 

After your conversation last week, Alexia had been educating herself about how you felt, how to behave so she could help you, and what the procedures were in case you experienced a panic attack or anything related.

Sometimes she felt awful for desiring you.

Her eyes wandered throughout your body, but she stopped when she noticed her arousal grow.

You were also struggling with your desire for her.

Craving her sexually, but being too afraid of the idea of sex was driving you mad.

Alexia was sweet. Her voice tone was delicate, and her laugh was adorable.

You noticed the way she avoided touching you, just in case you felt uncomfortable, and honestly, you were grateful she was being so considerate about it.

You two kept having conversations about different topics, including your past, to get to know each other. 

As you saw Alexia interacting with friends and family, you noticed how much physical contact she held with everyone she was close to.

Some weeks passed by, and your trust in Alexia kept growing.

She didn't insist on you doing anything to or with her. There were no stolen kisses. No waist-grabbing. No second intentions. 

Your girlfriend was respecting your boundaries, and for the first time in a really long time, you felt like you were being respected.

When Alexia was kissing you, her hands stayed on her waist. 

It would probably look weird to someone who was not familiar with such a sensitive topic, but you appreciated Alexia's consideration, even if you knew she was craving some physical contact from you.

It wasn't until the third month of your relationship that you felt the desire to be touched while you were kissing.

The thought of it interrupted your make-out session, and you abruptly broke the kiss.

“There's nothing wrong, Ale. It's just... I want you to caress my waist, my hair, my cheek, anywhere that's not sexually intimate, while we kiss. Is that okay?”

“It's okay for me. Are you sure, princesa?”

Her face showed a worried expression, making you melt.

“I'm sure.” 

You looked at your girlfriend, as you held both of her hands.

You placed her left hand on your waist, slightly reacting to the contact.

Alexia looked at you worriedly, but you assured her that you were okay.

Actually, you were a little bit uncomfortable.

Her hand stayed still, but the feeling of being touched grossed you out.

You didn't know how to explain what you were feeling.

Craving Alexia's touch, the desire to feel her hands throughout your body.

Feeling as if you wanted to throw up, your body unable to be relaxed.

Alexia noticed how your breathing increased, and she abruptly removed her hand.

“Talk to me, princesa. I need to be aware of what you're feeling so you're as comfortable as possible.”

Your shame only grew faster. Alexia was so caring and supportive of you, that you couldn't bear feeling so disgusted by her touch.

“I'm so sorry, Ale.”

She didn't understand what you meant, reassuring you that there was no rush in your process.

“No, I'm not referring to that. I feel like such a horrible person because you're trying to be as good as possible, and I can't do anything but feel disgusted. I feel like a failure. As if that person broke me when they did that to me. I'm so sorry you cannot experience a normal relationship, but—”

Alexia stood up. She wanted to get your attention as you were rambling, but she knew touching you was not an option.

“Listen to me. I love you, and I'll wait for you. I know that you feel disgusted, even when our arms are touching by accident. At first, it was hard. I'm not going to lie. But knowing that it is a common trauma response, I do not take it seriously. You're not broken, nor are you a failure. You're someone who is not only so strong, but who deserves time to heal. So again, I love you and I do not regret being your girlfriend. It's true that I'm sexually attracted to you, but that's not the only reason I love you. You're funny, caring, and intelligent. You have a great ability to memorize things; we share the same favorite book and the same love for football. I could spend hours talking with you about anything, and you know that I'm not a talkative person.”

You were left speechless by Alexia. You noticed how red her face was—not out of anger but carried by pure emotion.

You held her right hand and kissed it, unable to contain how moved you were by her words.

[stinkyme]

Hello! Finally it's Chuuya's turn! :D I hope you like it and enjoy it! :)

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, jealousy (kinda), established relationship, reader is wearing a skirt for practicality reasons, semi-public sex (in the office), reader gives Chuuya blowjob & handjob beneath the table, ejaculation in the mouth, shoe riding (reader), Chuuya uses "sweetheart" because reader used it for someone else, prideful reader..kinda, reassurance & apologizing (reader), rougher sex, creampie, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

* shoe will be cleaned before, don't worry

** I didn't want to make Chuuya as mean and serious as others given that I don't think he would ever be mean to his s/o + given his insecurities and stuff, I imagine him rather shutting down when seriously jealous and hurt than anything. So, I decided to make this lighthearted and Chuuya more so "sassy" and bitter, therefore it's more chill & silly I suppose :3

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Jealousy sex || Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

"Ahh, you are the cutest!" you say loudly in front of Chuuya's office door, talking to one of your coworkers. This conversation has been going on for a while now, filled with your loud laughs, giggles and praises.

"Look who is speaking. You are the cutest one here..honestly, it makes it easier to come to work in the morning..or night." your coworker replies, so obviously flirting.

Chuuya was already losing his patience, but at this moment all he could do was remain silent as he was waiting for you. There are few parts he can't hear, but this one he hears perfectly.

"Well, thank you so much sweetheart! I will let him know, no worries at all." you say in the sweetest voice you could, making sure Chuuya heard every word.

Frankly, you just thought it would be a little bit funny to see him jealous. You had no ill or malicious intent, you just wanted to get a small reaction out of him.

You open the door, entering Chuuya's office. He was sitting down, evidently piled up in paperwork.

"They finally finished this, luckily it only needs your signature." you say in a bright, happy tone as you walk to his desk, leaving the papers on the side. Chuuya doesn't even lift his head as he speaks.

"Yeah, thanks sweetheart." he says in a slightly bitter tone and it makes you feel excited. You decide to play dumb.

"Aww, you never call me that." you say in a softer tone, observing him.

"Yeah? It seems that's what we call our coworkers here." he says in a disinterested tone, trying to play it off.

"I am more than just your coworker, you know?" you raise your eyebrow, tone barely offended. He remains silent as the sound of the pen fills up the room.

Well, there you have it.

"Okay...can you just sign those papers so I can bring them back?" you ask, losing the playfulness.

"I don't think you will be going anywhere." he says in a mixture of certainess and slyness.

"But-"

"They can wait." he puts the paper together, gently dropping them on the table for them all to line up. He finally looks at you, his expression revealing hints of frustration.

"You seem mad." you say, corners of your lips resisting a smile. You slowly walk up to him as he turns his chair a bit, making an opening for you.

"I am not mad, merely frustrated." he sighs out as you position yourself on his lap. He places his hand on your waist almost instantly.

"Yeah? Something I can help with?" you gently tilt your head as your voice drops a little bit lower. 

"Surely, maybe stop flirting with people right outside my office." he says in a lower tone as well, but not as lustful like yours.

"So everywhere else is fine?" you tease him as you wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a needy look.

"Watch your mouth." his voice is sharp and his eyes squint in momentary frustration. 

"Ahh, are you jealous?" you tease more, gently brushing your fingertips on the back of his head.

"Hah, don't make me laugh." he chuckles, but you can tell your little joke got to him. You shift a bit in his lap.

It kinda gets to you as well, knowing how good he treats you.

This was unnecessary.

You get slightly lost in thoughts. Chuuya notices and begins slowly kissing your neck which snaps you back into the moment. He gently bites on your skin before he leans his lips closer to your ear.

"If you feel bad, I am sure your mouth can do much more than just annoy me and make me laugh." he whispers, voice a bit raspy and you feel your lower tummy filling with excitement. You give him a little smile and begin gently kissing behind his ear, your fingers playing with his hair as you do. He lets out a little sigh and you can feel his cock getting harder beneath you. You lean away from his neck and get off his lap, placing a quick kiss on his lips. You position yourself beneath the table just in case someone walks in.

Chuuya turns his chair more towards you. You unzip and unbutton his pants as he lifts his hips, helping you to slide his pants and boxers down. His cock is half-hard and you wrap your hand around it, stroking it at a medium pace. Chuuya lets out a little whimper of pleasure and relaxation as his cock quickly gets fully hard inside the pressure of your palm. He keeps watching you, his gaze lingering over your face as his cock throbs inside your palm. You lean closer, your lips slowly wrapping around the tip of his cock. You place your hands on his inner thighs for balance and better access. Your tongue circles around the tip, barely touching it and Chuuya places his shaky hand on top of your head, letting out a soft moan.

You gently rub the tip of your tongue over the rubbery portion of the skin, right beneath his tip. His hips slightly jerk forward as this spot is quite sensitive for Chuuya. He begins slowly thrusting his hips and you meet his movement with your head. You gently suck in your cheeks, pressuring his length as your tongue trails over the underside of his cock. He lets out a bit louder moan as you begin moving faster, creating more vacuum-like sensation and stimulating all of his sweet spots.

Chuuya thrusts his hips deeper, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat and you slightly gag. You squeeze his thighs as you keep bobbing your head up and down, moving your tongue in zig-zag motion from time to time. He lets out a sharp groan as you keep applying more pressure and moving faster without giving him a break. You slide one of your hands over his inner thigh, gently cupping his balls and massaging them with your palm and fingertips. He lets a loud gasp, his cock twitching inside your mouth. You slightly arch your back, feeling the precum leaking and coating your panties.

You keep on twirling your tongue around his cock and make your way to the tip, again making a vacuum-like sensation as you suck on it. The tip of your tongue rolls over his meatus, gently pressing in from time to time. Chuuya lets out whimpers and quieter moans more frequently as you bring your other hand and stroke the rest of his cock. He begins quivering in his seat, hips jolting from time to time as he grips your hair slightly. You begin pressuring his balls a little bit more as your tongue slides over the sides of his tip - moving in endless circles. Your strokes become faster and you can feel him pulsing inside your palm.

"Fuck-!" he lets out a bit loudly, a gasp preventing him from speaking further. You smile as you continue your treatment, your panties soaking at this point.

Chuuya's body starts twitching more as he gets closer to his release, throwing his head back to lean against the chair back. He lets out guttural whimpers and moans as you keep up your pace, stimulating all of his sensitive parts and spots. You feel his precum melting on your tongue and it quickly turns into thicker portions. Chuuya is breathing heavily, his breath short and quick as moans keep filling up the room. You feel his tip twitch inside your mouth as he becomes silent for a moment, multiple thick portions of cum finally leaking out of his tip.

As soon as he begins orgasming, he continues letting out shaky moans, his thighs twitching. You keep stroking his cock throughout the whole length of his climax. You swiftly slide your tongue over his meatus, cleaning it as well as swallowing all the cum he released inside your mouth. You slowly let go of his balls as his body relaxes. Using an opportunity, you roughly suck on his sensitive tip a few more times, earning a few loud gasps and a sharp whimper from Chuuya. You let go of his cock as you unwrap your lips, observing his slightly red tip. He swallows, his breathing a bit more intense due to the last move you pulled.

"So, did I earn your forgiveness?" you ask teasingly as you clean the corners of your mouth with your finger. Chuuya gives you a look that was almost telling you "as if".

"You will have to work a bit harder for that." he says slightly breathless as he opens the drawer of the table. You begin slowly standing up and he swiftly puts you back down using his hand. He pushes the top of your head and you kneel in front of him again.

"Not so quick." he says in a serious tone as he takes out the wipe using it to clean his leather shoe.

"I still have paperwork to do, if you want to please yourself.." he pauses and taps his foot on the ground.

"You are mean." you say, slightly pouting.

"You are lucky I even cleaned it." he says with a bitter tone and you furrow your eyebrows at him.

"I am simply busy, sweetheart." he mimics the way you said it before. You sigh out as it seems he hasn't forgiven you yet. 

You slide your panties to the side as you spread your legs as much as possible for your clit to reach the shoe. Your arms wrap around his calf as you try to rub your clit, very unsuccessfully.

Of course he had to make it as impractical as possible. A dickhead.

"Could you at least lift it a little bit?" you ask in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Sure." he says as he doesn't look at you, his cheek resting on his hand as he uses his other hand to write. He lifts his foot abruptly which results in your pussy getting a light slap. You let out a little yelp and Chuuya doesn't even react. You begin slowly grinding on his shoe, your clit finally receiving awaited friction. Embarrassed? Of course you feel a bit embarrassed, but you are too needy to care. You cling onto his calf more as he continues doing the paperwork, not paying attention. A light moan escapes your throat as you rub against the very sensitive spot. 

However, your panties keep slipping back into place which annoys you. You let go of his calf, using one of your hands to keep your panties on the side as you use the other one to provide you support from behind, angling your hips a bit better. Unfortunately, with how cramped it is, it just irritates you even more as there is barely any proper friction. You are too prideful right now, so you keep barely riding his leather shoe, letting out a few moans here and there as you rub the right spot.

Thankfully, you are wet enough so this shouldn't take too long even if orgasm doesn't end up to be intense. You keep on riding his shoe, arching your back a bit more to find a better angle. You finally do as your clit only slides over the tip of his shoe. You let out softer moans, trying to be as quiet as possible. Your movement is quick as you are eager and desperate to cum. Chuuya suddenly lowers the shoe, as soon as your moans get louder, leaving your pussy deprived.

"I know you have evident issues with your loudness, but you will have to keep it down." he says in a serious tone as he looks down at you. 

"Funny coming from you." you say with a slightly accusatory tone.

"It's not my loudness that you have a problem with." you say irritated and he just gives you a small shrug, a little sly smile spreading on his face.

"And your pants are still down, so, you definitely don't bother thinking about somebody walking in or hearing anything." you say bitterly and he shrugs again. You know he just wants to delay your orgasm or make you beg for him.

"You saw right through me. Now what, sweetheart?" he asks in a lower tone.

"Oh will you let that go?! You are a vengeful man." you say slightly louder as you move up, almost hitting your head on the table. He just lifts his foot again, slapping your pussy once more and you gasp out. You almost immediately begin riding his shoe, in a messy and incoherent pace as you are getting annoyed.

You hear Chuuya chuckle as he watches you struggle and you slap his leg. A little "fuck you asshole" escapes your mouth before you can even think it through and your blood freezes as Chuuya's gaze becomes heavy.

"What was that?" he asks, tone low and almost threatening.

"Nothing." you reply quickly as you continue riding his shoe, now more shaky.

"Nothing?" he says as he gives you a prolonged gaze. You let out a small whimper as he lifts his foot a bit more, roughly pressing it into your cunt. You keep on rubbing your clit, quickly building up your orgasm. Your squeeze on his calf tightens as your pussy begins clenching around nothing, a warm heat spreading inside your lower tummy. Chuuya's gaze is heavy and he isn't looking away, completely focusing on you. You keep letting out softer whimpers as your thighs begin to weaken, first waves of orgasm tingling inside your lower tummy.

You are so desperate to cum; you can feel the precum sliding down your pussy and tickling your inner lips. You let out a bit of a sharper moan as you feel your orgasm fully on the edge. Your body is tense, besides your hips that keep rolling in and out, twitching more and more. Just as you are about to reach your release, Chuuya slides his foot away making your hips drop. You drop on the ground and the first thing that comes out of your mouth is desperation.

"Fine! I get it! I am sorry, please let me cum!" you say in a quick and defeated tone. Chuuya almost laughs.

"I have never gotten a worse apology...or begging." he says as he raises his eyebrow.

"...I wasn't begging." you say quietly. You feel a bit prideful, but you feel your pussy tingle with a need for release.

"...Fine..I am sorry for...flirting with that person and calling them a sweetheart, I will never do it again!" you close your eyes as you apologize, unable to look at him.

"I am sorry for calling you an asshole..and for telling you to fuck yourself." you say a bit quieter, looking to the side.

"And?" he asks, obviously amused by your state.

"...And...you are the only one for me, I truly had no intentions of hurting you or anything like that..it was just a stupid way for me to get a reaction out of you. I am really sorry." you say in a softer tone as you finally look at him. 

"Happy?" you cross your arms as you look to the side again.

"Not quite." he says as he moves the chair back, taking your forearm and pulling you towards him. You uncross your arms and finally stand up, your legs feeling sore. He gently lifts you up, holding you beneath your thighs and places you on the table. 

"There is still some frustration I have to deal with, partly because of the work and mostly because of you." he says in a lower tone as he spreads your legs with his hands. 

"But I apologized." you say slightly confused.

"You did, but that asshole, "makes it easier to come to work, blah blah", didn't." he imitates the coworker and it makes you chuckle a little bit.

"And I would rather take it out on you." his tone switches to a lickerish one that sends a quick knot inside your tummy. He gently kisses the side of your neck as he slowly pumps his cock couple of times. He lifts up your skirt and his fingers slide your panties to the side as he aligns his tip with your inner lips, quickly sliding his cock in with one fast thrust. Both of you gasp in as he picks up the pace, his hands resting on top of your thighs. He thrusts quickly, not giving a single break to your g-spot.

"Try to keep quiet, even though I doubt you will be able to." he teases, slightly breathless as his whimpers follow quickly. You narrow your eyebrows, wanting to protest but all that comes out of your mouth are soft moans. You wrap your arms around his neck, your legs too weak to move. His skin is slapping yours, producing loud and wet sounds as his pace remains relentless. Chuuya's whimpers turn into softer groans each time his cock reaches the deepest spot inside of you. You feel lightheaded and blissful as all of your sweet spots get stimulated, especially when your most sensitive one gets pressured. You let out louder moans, your breath cutting shorter and shorter as he keeps pounding into you. He presses his lips against yours, muffling the sounds. You part your lips and his tongue finds yours quickly, the two of you panting inside each other's mouth.

You move one of your hands and slide your fingers beneath his choker, pulling him closer as the pleasure gets too good. Chuuya swiftly extends his thumb, finding your clit and begins making slow circles on it, complimenting and toning down the vigorous pace of his hips. You gasp out as your tummy twirls with heat, finding strength to squeeze his hips with your thighs. You slowly pull away from the kiss, swallowing quickly as your moans get louder. Chuuya narrows his hips a little bit, reaching even deeper as he does so. You choke out a sharp whine as the sensations get overwhelming, your orgasm coming in prolonged, warm waves.

You slide your fingers out of the grip of Chuuya's choker and neck, gripping on his messed up shirt. His cock starts twitching inside of you as your pussy pulsates and warms up around him, your climax closer. Each time his cock twitches it sends a jolting sensation through your tummy and chest as it pressures your sensitive spot. Your tummy warms up even more, the heat reaching your neck and cheeks as Chuuya keeps circling his thumb on your clit as well as the merciless pace of his hips. Little gasps escape your throat, merging with Chuuya guttural groans.

Your release is on its brink, making your body shake and become weak. With a few more gentle circles and heavy, deep thrusts you finally reach your climax, eyes rolling in the back of your head. Your heavy panting, gasping and moaning drowns out Chuuya's grunts and whimpers. Your legs become weak, falling off of Chuuya's hips as your orgasm reaches its peak. His pace becomes messier as he moves his thumb away from your clit, closer to his own release. His groans and whimpers turn into heavy panting as he places his hands on your hips, squeezing them tightly. He puts his head close to your neck, leaning his cheek on yours and letting his warm, quick breath spread on your ear. It makes your pussy clench around him a couple of times and he lets out a loud gasp, twitching inside of you.

He bites into your neck as he finally reaches his orgasm, releasing a few thicker ropes of cum inside of you. The sensation sends tingles up your spine as your legs shiver, a soft moan slipping past your lips. He slows down his pace, making one last deep thrust and staying like that for a few moments. He slowly lets go of your neck, placing a soft kiss on your lips with his trembling ones. Your breathing calms down and he shakily pulls out, trying not to make a mess. You feel shaky yourself as you slowly get off of the table. As you adjust your skirt and panties, you finally speak up.

"For what it's worth, seeing you here makes coming to work easier." you say with a soft smile. Chuuya stops adjusting his pants as he looks at you with a confused and unimpressed gaze.

"We literally live together." he deadpans as he zips his pants.

"Oh." you say slightly surprised, nodding to yourself.

"And it takes five hours to drag your ass out of bed." he continues in a more playful tone.

"Hey! That's only because you-" he cuts you off with a quick kiss.

"I know you enjoy seeing me here, but get back to work before we get fired or worse." he says a bit teasingly as he hands you the papers.

"But-"

"Goodbye sweetheart, I love you." he winks as he places a kiss on your cheek as he quickly leaves the office.

You will definitely get him back for this once you come home.

The End :) <3

I hope you liked it and enjoyed it! :D <3

Thank you so much for all the love and support, it means a lot to me! :) <3

Forehead kisses for everyone :3

tags: @r-e-m-i <3 @sukiischaotic <3

[hyewka]

I was reading soobin's only voice live translations and when he read the comments, one of them said "come on soobin don't be shy, it's okay come closer to the microphone" and he answered saying "um no, if I come closer I might sound like a pervert so I'll pass" and i was like 😩😩

I find it very interesting the way he has said the word pervert referring to himself before, not just in that live, he knows HE KNOWS HE IS ONE

Ok that's all lol I'm not that good on expressing my feelings in English bc it's not my first language but i tried😩

btw good night!! hope u are okay 🥰

- 🦇 anon

warnings; perv!soobin, panty stealing, masturbation, breeding kink because...duh LOL, mentions of hentai, humping a body pillow, not proofread

a/n; he has no filter lol but soobin as a perv is sooo real might as well be a headcanon 😂

soobin who often kept to himself, his shy reserved nature not doing much but push people away from his circle. he's okay with it, came to terms with the fact that it was hard for him to reach out to others over the bare minimum, and therefore he'll naturally stay a loner.

so when you first tried getting close to him, starting small talk just because you sat by him, he expected the usual. most people gave up trying after his third unintentional curt response but you... didn't. not in the bombarding questions way but more like the next day, the same good morning, with a genuine chirpy tone. like you actually had a good morning.

you were the total opposite of soobin, it was proven time and time again- he brought black coffee to lectures, you always always brought caramel frappes- soobin was undoubtedly awkward, and then it felt like being charming came easily to you, like you were genetically coded to have people swarm around you like a bee with a flower's nectar. soobin being no exception.

soobin who found that a good morning from you seemed to always assure him a good mood. not long before he succumbed to finally asking for your number, which you happily, though a little caught off guard, provided him with. who knew that he would've been the first to make an advancement?

you got close very quickly- to you, soobin was a sweet guy who just had such a pure image, the freshness of his personality was endearing, so you liked being around him.

all intentions were pure, or at least that was what soobin chose to believe at first. the first time he thought of you as more than a friend was when you begged him to go to the frat party on thursday, oh just how fun it'd be to get trashed- all your reasons were unconvincing, but you were unrelenting, so he ended up going, meeting you at the kitchen where you texted him to find you. through what felt like a million sweaty drunks he had to maneuver, he finally found you.

soobin whose relieved instinct is to shout out your name over the music quickly die down, instead, your name coming out as a small whisper by the last syllable, his eyes honed on your dress, horny bunny can't help but look down at your cleavage, cupped and full in your bodycon, gulping at the way they looked so plush. it got even worse when you spotted him, excitedly waving him over to you- then worse when as much as he tried tuning into your ranting, people eventually crowded the kitchen, meaning you had to get closer, and closer, and then finally, he couldn't help his eyes trailing down.

poor boy who ends up sporting a boner, so anxious as he begs you to let him go home, you worriedly thinking he got too overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people, so you usher him to go, patting his back as you tell him to call you when he gets home.

he never ends up doing that, too ashamed that the moment he got home, he had his back pressed his door, too impatient, bunny's dick so hard it's painful, frantic pace on his shaft as he heaves, shut eyes picturing your cleavage once more, then the slight bounce he caught when you walked over to get another drink, oh what he'd do to see them bare, just a little peek seeing you undress-- his hand already soiled with his warm seed,, the fastest he came.

he hoped that this was a one time thing, how awkward would it be talking to you if he jerked off to you every now and then? yeah, he swore the reason he got so worked up that day was because of the drinks he had.

you often stuck to a specific wardrobe anyway so he wasn't counting on this happening again.

soobin who's right for the first few weeks, until he casually checks his feed, seeing that you posted a picture on instagram-- you had a sinister red lipstick, low cut black top, seated in a dining area, posing with the prettiest smile.. and oh god, he's reaching down his pants again, hands so hesitant and slow as they finally hold his dick, phone on the other hand, swiping left for the last slide-- a selfie.

all of a sudden, he's quick, pulling out his swollen dick in a swift motion, heavy breathing as he stared down at the picture, jerking off like crazy, your tits practically out on display-- who could blame him? pervy soobin who ends up spurting his slimy cum all over his phone screen, a strained final exhale, finally feeling the guilt pool in his chest.

soobin who now replaces the content that gets him off, often of anime girls dumbly bouncing on cock, getting their tummys filled with cum, over and over again-- dirty sight that he gives up just for an innocent selfie you took with soobin a few hours ago at the usual frozen yogurt place you hung at.

soobin who's under the protection of his sheets, his room pitch black as he bites down painfully on his lip, frantic breathing, jerking his poor dick to overstimulation at the picture on his phone screen-- it didn't even have to be of your cleavage anymore, just your face did it for him, eyes with a flutter rolling to the back of his head just at the thought of fucking your mouth.

pervy soobin who convinces himself that this was normal, he's sure tons of guys with female friends have done this, he wasn't weird. it was in his nature, right?

soobin who finally gets invited over at your flat because you were tired of always going out, preferring to stay in this time with some pizza. all is well, no pervy thoughts seeping into his rotten brain, until he asks to go to the bathroom.

"oh! you'll find it, it's like to the left-- right of you. it'll be to the right of you." you had your black frames, similar to soobin's, blanket over your legs with a pizza slice on your hand-- he knew you weren't going to abandon the comfort to show him around.

"don't take too long!" he hears you shout behind him, and he huffs out a laugh. you always seemed to get him smiling, for whatever reason.

soobin who mistakes the laundry room for the bathroom, opening it to spot the washing machine, and almost closing the door before he sees through the creak of the door the basket full of clothes. your clothes.

pervy soobin whose feet are still, staring at the abundance of clothes. his dick twitching in his pants, thinking of whether a pair of your underwear was buried in there, but then he immediately slaps himself out of it, shutting the door with a large bang. so flustered as he quickly tries to find the bathroom.

soobin who swears he has morals, who swears he'd never do it, he'll keep his dirty thoughts of you under his blankets at home, without having to raise suspicion.

he doesn't hold onto his set of morals for too long, too far gone at the thought of how you'd smell, how he'd feel to have your panties wrapped around his dick as he did his daily jerk off-- once those thoughts were in, his hands were less controlled.

when you told him that you might be late getting ready, he suggested to wait for you at your living room. which you naively didn't think of much, saying why not.

he didn't have ulterior motives, he swears. it doesn't matter, he ends up in front of your bedroom door, where you were changing, obviously locked, so his eyes trail to the sinful room.

he slowly turns the door's knob as to not cause any sound, seeing that the basket full of your clothes was still there. it's like treasure, dirty boy who's like a thief, anxiously rummaging through the basket, and finally, his hands grip onto a pink lace-- your underwear. there's a few, but he decides he can do with just one, you wouldn't know if he only took one.

hurriedly, he crumbles it in his big hands, getting up from his knees as he quickly stuffs it into his pockets. it's okay, it's just a one time thing.

his hands are sweaty when he gets home, the entire time he was hanging out with you, his hands stuffed in his pockets, holding onto your underwear in case you somehow spot it, or it falls out- both unlikely situations. but this was his first time doing this, the anxiety building up to the brim.

soobin who lives out his fantasy, the irony of him thanking god for such a sinful wish- he had hoped the laundry basket were dirty clothes waiting to be put in the machine.

the pair he picked up was in fact unwashed, just a deep sniff and he smelled you, such a scent that immediately makes him grow a boner, legs spread apart on his couch as he continues taking a whiff, moaning out your name, palming his dick over his sweats, too impatient to fully get it out, so needy, tears brimming at the shame the closer he gets to cumming, finally stuffing your underwear into his mouth in attempt to drown out his moans, but he still ends up saying your name through the restriction of your underwear, muffles as he chants your name the more he chases his high, his drool staining your cute panties, oh how dirty he was when he finally soils his pants at a flash of you on your knees, just for him.

perv!soobin who uses the pair of your underwear all night, masturbating like a sex crazed addict, spilling his seed all over them, dried cum under yet another load, then another...then another.

soobin who humps his anime girl body pillow, your underwear stained with his cum stuffed in his mouth, eyes rolling back at the imagination of having you under him, stretching you out, slamming his dick into you, with each thrust, your breasts bouncing up and down, so lewd, your mouth hung open dumbly, spit all over, begging him to give you his seed-- oh, how soobin dreams, "you wanna have my babies? y/n you wanna carry my babies? h-hah, g-gonna breed you-- gonna- gonna cum!"

hips getting more unrelenting against his poor pillow, with a final cry muffled in your underwear, thinking of spurting his load deep in your tummy, "fuckkk.." he groans, filling you up so well, the image of his seed seeping out your pussy when he pulls out gets soobin's hips to grind against his pillow just a little more before he finally gives out, so exhausted for going so long, your underwear still loosely in his mouth, drenched with his spit, as he flutters his tear stained lashes shut.

soobin who deep washes your panties, so guilty the next day, trying to scrub off with his hands the scent of his cum, but with all fail, he ends up trashing it. he won't do this again, he can't, he'll never.

...right?

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2nd a/n: ok. wow. i really am in my soobin thought dump lol beomgyu's position getting threatened 😭 i might actually do a version for all members im so into this whole perv thing

[grandlinedreams]

your writing is incredibleee, i just stalked your blog 🥺💕 but i didn't see hardly anything for my beautiful best boy, THEREFORE, i'd like to make a request please :)

how would the monster trio/eustass kid/law show their s/o that they love him OR how do they confess ? whichever one interests you more 😁 thank you !!

wlkajdflkj thank-you so much!! but yeah, it's still p new, i've only had this for about a week now!! but absolutely I can do that!!

[Heads up!: mention of animal death in Kid's]

Luffy ㅡ His love language is all over the place, much like him. But he loves very deeply and intensely ㅡ he's not one to half-ass anything when it comes to his crew, and especially not you.

"Here!" Luffy's voice is coupled with a cupcake being shoved into your line of vision and you reach up to take it, inspecting it. It's a little worse for wear than it undoubtedly started, the frosting lopsided and the wrapper peeling off ㅡ but when you look up, Luffy is beaming. "Sanji made cupcakes so I saved one for you!"

Luffy's love for food is unparalleled, so the idea of him having thought of you and saved food for you makes your heart stutter in your chest. Still, you tear the cupcake in half carefully, offering him the bigger half. "Want to share with me?"

Luffy's grin is brighter than the sun, and you've never loved anything more than you do him at that exact moment. "Sure!"

ㅡ

Zoro ㅡ "Love" in the romantic connotation is something that's still fairly new in his wheelhouse, so you have to take the way he talks to you with a grain of salt. That being said, it doesn't mean that he doesn't love you, because he does.

"Hey." You look up as his shadow falls over you, finding the swordsman staring at you with an unreadable look. "Thought you said you were gonna nap with me."

"I was, but I didn't want to disturb you," you say and he frowns before he reaches for your hand, tugging you to your feet to follow behind him. "Zoro? I didn't mean toㅡ"

"You didn't do anything wrong." He lets go of you in favor of settling in one of his usual napping spots, staring up at you expectantly until you join him. Instead of laying his head in your lap, he adjusts until your head is on his chest and his hand is in your hair, stroking lazily. "Just sleep better when you're around, that's all."

ㅡ

Sanji ㅡ At first glance, Sanji loves loudly and he loves freely. He's a flirt, everyone knows that when he can't resist giving love-struck looks to anyone who tickles his fancy.

But when he truly loves, he loves quietly and fiercely.

"You don't have to help with the dishes," he argues as you dunk your hands into the soapy water, frowning when you pretend not to hear him.

"I want to," you say after a moment. "It gets done faster if we both do it, and I don't mind if it means we get to spend time together."

Sanji stares for a long moment before his expression softens, and he moves to stand next to you. You wash and he dries, working in gentle harmony.

ㅡ

Law ㅡ love is not something that comes easy for him. He feels it but does his best not to, telling himself that if he lets things go too far, he's setting himself up for heartbreak and to lose things all over again.

But it's hard to tell himself that when you're sleeping so soundly next to him. Vulnerable in very sense of the term, trusting him to keep you safe. He monitors the tempo of your breathing when he can't sleep, counts your eyelashes, commits every feature to memory.

You curl into him when he moves closer, and his lips press to your forehead. He closes his eyes, making a silent vow that no matter what happens, he'll keep you safe. He can't lose you.

ㅡ

Kid ㅡ like Zoro, love in the romantic intention is new to him and he's a little rougher with it than expectation dictates. He's loud and he's volatile, but he's also fierce in his devotion.

"What are you crying about? Wasn't even yours." He doesn't understand why you're so upset about stumbling upon a dead cat ㅡ but he doesn't laugh or mock you, either.

Instead he lets you feel as you need to, hand encompassing your back to press you into him for comfort. When you're done, he speaks.

"...we can bury it if it makes you feel better." He follows it with a rough threat about what he'll do if you speak a word of this to any of the others on the Victoria Punk, but it's him who places a little flower ring on the cross you make for the cat's grave.

[qqueenofhades]

The thing that confuses me about the "don't vote" left (not the "I don't want to vote", I'm talking explicitly the "don't vote" left. I don't agree with the "I don't want to vote" left either but I can understand their logic) is they lose me at the final step of the logic. I've tried to connect the logic here, even if I don't agree with a political position I do try to understand where people are coming from (empathy for someones situation is not the same as cosigning it), but I just can't connect the dots here in a way that isn't deeply cruel. Does United States politics prioritize the lives of those in the US (and often white) over those in the Global South? Yes, it's a fucking atrocity. We should continue to make noise about it, cus Biden has used less drones and that shows progress, even if it's not enough. The part where I lose the plot is where the conclusion to this injustice is to let even more people die? Cus that's kinda how I see the idea of not voting: I can pick between shit and more shit, and at the end of the day, I'm picking whoever allows the most people to make it to the next day. Given Trumps stance on everything but specifically climate change, I feel like Biden is pretty significant harm reduction.

I don't think both things can't be true: that every life lost is a travesty we should not forget AND the more people we can save is worth fighting for.

The thing is, I have seen nothing among the "don't vote" far left (and I am talking here specifically about the people who both loudly announce their intention not to vote and try to convince others to do the same) to convince me that they actually care about harm reduction or stopping genocide. They only care about what makes them look the most Correct and/or superior to the Democrats. They yelled bloody murder about Obama using drones, they went dead quiet about Trump using them even more (even when he nearly started WWIII by assassinating the Iranian general Soleimani with one), and then said nothing at all when Biden reduced the drone program to almost nothing and withdrew the US from a failed war in Afghanistan it had long ago lost. Now they will yell all day about Israel/Hamas (something that Biden did not start and has had no direct military role in responding to) but they don't care about Russian genocide of Ukraine and Syria, Chinese threats to invade Taiwan, etc, because those governments are "anti-western/anti-American" and therefore should be defended. Their opposition to human suffering is extremely conditional and rests on whether they can look good out of it, and they never interrogate the hypocrisies of their own ideology.

Likewise: every country in the world prizes its own citizens above those of other countries. It's just a basic fact. Yes, the US has a grim history of intervening in other countries and causing untold civilian damage (especially during the Cold War and then in post-9/11 War on Terrorism). Yes, that legacy is complex and needs to be acknowledged. But literally none of that will be fixed, not to mention all the vulnerable people in America itself who will be punished, by Trump getting into power again. Biden is not just a grudging "lesser evil," but has done a lot of truly good and helpful things, regardless of the Online Leftists' constant lies, misinformation, and misrepresentation. If you spend all your time announcing what a champion you are for non-American marginalised people and/or those undergoing terrible suffering, and then deliberately and knowingly adhere to a course of action that will increase that suffering tenfold not only for those people but your own neighbors, friends, and family, then no, I don't believe you are a brave champion of social justice. You just want to know what categories of people you can gleefully and righteously punish and make to suffer for not believing the same things as you, that makes you just as dangerous as the right-wing fascists, and I can and will call out your ass accordingly.

[angelltheninth]

Having a Vacation Fling with Blue Lock Boys

Pairing: Yoichi Isagi, Bachira Meguru, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Kunigami Rensuke, Mikage Reo, Nagi Seishiro x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, suggestive, flirting, kissing, hotels, temporary relationship, vacations, sneaking around, beach day

A/N: I could not do this because I am way to emotional.

Isagi loves going on vacations with his team, they're the only break he gets from his career as fun as it is. He's usually not as hyper on them as he is when he's playing and therefore it can sometimes be hard to tell if he's having fun. Maybe he wasn't before he met you at the bar one night and hit it off. He sure was awkward at first, always looking to the side for his friends support before making his move and asking you to show him around some good places to eat, his treat.

Bachira sleeps the whole way to the resort so when he actually gets there he's full of energy. Energy that he can spend on you, catching your attention, showing off his skills, flirting, maybe showing how he has no idea what personal space if and enjoys a little playful back and forth as you roll your eyes at his silly antics. You've never seen him around before so you know he must only be visiting, that won't stop you from partying it up with him for as long as he's there and making some memories.

Sae keeps to himself mostly because of the press who he was trying to avoid when he ran into you and spilled coffee all over you. Great. Another thing to deal with. Well come on, let him buy you a new one, he can't be caught doing this to a lady and not at least offering to pay. Makes it clear he has no intention of any emotional attachment despite the clear physical one between you two. The only kind of bonding he would entertain past the coffee date is you in his hotel bedroom.

Rin did not want to go on this vacation and you can see it from the way he's just lying on his towel while his friends all have fun in the pools or at the little bars, chatting everyone up. You decided to try your luck with him and were met with the coldest stare in the world but he strangely didn't shoo you away. He even offered to buy you a drink when you ran out because unlike everyone else you were actually quiet. This earned you his favor and his phone number for later that night.

Chigiri tries to have a lot of fun but he doesn't want to go too crazy, he's more the one keeping everyone else in check. He does have fun though especially when he sees you all by yourself and invites you to join him cause, well he's pretty alone too, at least right now. He doesn't dance much so clubs aren't his scene. He also isn't much of a flirt, easy to fluster in fact and bashful when you do drag him to the dancefloor for a slower song. That song is the start of a whole three weeks of the two of you exchanging glances and touches before he finally kisses you the day before his departure.

Kunigami is very happy to have some time off and is very quick to approach you when he spots you. Talking with him becomes easy once you get past his initially scary stature and reveal the soft man underneath. He soaks up every bit of info you tell him, matching you story for story, fun fact for fun fact, a kiss for a kiss even though he knows it won't last long. He can't help but be swept up in these moments with you, making all these sweet and happy memories even if only for a short while.

Reo feels an attraction to you right away and isn't the least bit shy about it. He knows he only has limited time with you so he wants to spend it well. It's a little awkward when he has to sneak back into his hotel room or sneak you in for a little kissing and cuddling and flirting session but hey, its the price he pays for going on a vacation with his whole team instead of all alone. He loves his team, of course he does and he didn't count on meeting a woman like you here so what can he do? Actually, he can ask for your number and maybe you can stay in touch? Next time he promises to devote more of his time to you.

Nagi almost feel asleep in the hot sun of the beach. If it weren't for you asking him if he was okay he would have ended up with very burned back and be uncomfortable for the rest of the vacation. He has to repay you for this somehow, a drink, a meal a short walk when the sun begins to set a little. Or maybe in the early morning so his friends don't accuse him of staying up all night with a hot lady he only just met. Ah, who is he kidding, they're gonna tease him anyway, might as well have your good company along for it.

[originalaccountname]

along with the "was Chuuya or Oda more important to Dazai" debates (stupid question, why compare the impact of completely different relationships), I often see arguing over who was worst or better for him.

Putting aside for a moment that these are little imaginary guys in a fantasy setting that are vehicles for the story and themes and therefore their words and actions and their consequences are all meant to carry the story and themes, so applying 1:1 real-life logic is meaningless,

It's both. It's both, it's both it's always both. This is Bungou Stray Dogs, things are always messy and good things come from from the worst situations and good intentions create horrible dilemmas and things are unfair and people make mistakes and there is always love and perseverance and growth anyway.

Meeting Chuuya and having to fight through the events of Fifteen together gave Dazai the slightest drive to keep going, even if his reasoning ("to witness death from up close") was dubious.

Chuuya in Storm Bringer saw Dazai as a reflection of all his doubts and weaknesses. That hallucination in the lab, "you're like me, your birth was a mistake"? Those are Chuuya's insecurities projected on Dazai's passiveness that Chuuya can't stand. Dazai to Chuuya is what happens when you give up and stop fighting, and so Chuuya tends to see Dazai in a grimmer light, make a bigger monster out of him than he really is.

But Chuuya also serves as Dazai's wake up call (cue Dead Apple soundtrack) and keeps him from slipping too far. Yes Chuuya punched Dazai square in the face, but it was because Dazai was seeing an ally's death as an opportunity for him instead of a death. And it worked! Because Dazai then got into action not 2 days later to start on ending the conflict that had already been ongoing for over 2 months!

Meanwhile, in the world of death Dazai put himself into, Oda's single most important principle was not to kill. And he was such a strange man, near-impossible to guess, simply because he was so uniquely weird, even a bit stupid at times, which made him interesting to be around. He became a good friend (yes friend, not mentor or guardian) that always remained non-judgmental and asked almost nothing of the genius boy.

But Oda also saw himself as someone unworthy of criticizing anyone else. He had many thoughts about Dazai's behaviour and how he saw he was hurting, but wouldn't consider himself as someone who could do something about it. So he said nothing and did nothing while Dazai self-destructed. But he cared! When Dazai provoques the Mimic soldier into shooting him, Oda is scared! He just thinks he has no right to step in Dazai's head like that, and they come to an impasse.

And his last words. They may sound harsh, and really, they are, but they came from his own experience and were meant to force Dazai to reconsider his choices right now. It was the first time Oda spoke out on Dazai's issues, and he had limited time. No, there isn't gonna be a magic solution that will fix him one day. The time Oda was the most content was when he was taking care of the kids, that's why losing them was so hard. Saving people feels good and keeps you going. So he told Dazai to go do that, or things would only get worse. He knows his friend better than anyone else, and his friend suffers the same aimless life he was trying to escape himself.

Chuuya and Oda were both people Dazai found interesting and dragged into the mafia with him. They were both among the few people that weren't intimidated by his high mafia profile. They both involuntarily fed into his self-destruction, and they both did things that saved him in the long run. They both helped and destroyed him in different ways on their own time and it was messy and sometimes good and sometimes bad...

... but it's always both.

[lino-nyangi]

𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗼 | LMH

wc: 3.1k

warnings: mutual-pining-to-lovers, alcohol consumption (both minho and reader are of age ofc), profanity, drunk confession.

note: heavily inspired by new jeans' ditto. references to the lyrics can be found throughout the fic.

read prologue here.

long day.

long bad day at work. so tiring and shitty that even food couldn't console you one bit. you can’t wait to step back home, tears already pricking your eyes but you try to blink them away. it's okay, you're almost there. minho will also be there, having texted him to come over just now. you were thankful he didn't question it, said he was also just getting off work therefore he'll drive to your place from there.

he shows up not long after you get home, thankfully. you give him a short debriefing of how the day went when he asks, ranting about all what went wrong from the moment you opened your eyes today. minho listens intently, giving you all of his attention, but he's not sure what you want him to do in this situation. of course, all he wants is to cuddle you all night to make you forget about the bad day. but he can't do that, not when your relationship didn't have any clear labels.

it was getting tiring for the two of you alike. both wanting to be in the presence of one another yet whenever it happens, it feels like you're sitting on a bed of thorns. both too afraid to take a step further. all of it was making you dizzy, so it's only expected for you to pull out two cups and a bottle of your go-to alcoholic drink from the kitchenette cupboard.

"help yourself." you mutter to minho after placing everything on the coffee table, dropping your body next to his on the couch.

"i'm good. don't drink too much." he answers, failing to hide the concern in his soft voice. you think he's pushing it.

"in the comfort of my own home?" you raise an eyebrow at him.

"i'm not the one that's gonna be stumbling into work tomorrow with a splitting headache." he reasons. though i won't be there to make you hangover soup in the morning, is more of what he wants to say.

"fuck it," you say, gulping down a shot.

minho can't help but watch you down shot after shot in concern. it's not too much, but definitely more than a regular amount. you're home, you're safe, might regret it tomorrow but that's the worst thing that can happen. still, he's worried, that's just how he is with you. he barely brings himself to take one when you push the cold glass against his plush pink lips. maybe he too could use a bit of liquor to slow down his racing thoughts.

he sighs quietly. minho's not sure what to do to make it better that also wouldn't make him look weird. he doesn't want to come off as if he's making a move on you while you're vulnerable, he would never do that. then again, why did you call him up at this time? it's late, and you've had dinner outside already. it wasn't like you wanted him over for a meal and a movie like you usually do, you already said you don't feel like watching anything. so maybe company is all you need. company that he's so willing to offer but at the same time hurts him to sit down and watch you like this.

it's your turn to let out an exasperated sigh. it fucking sucks. not even work now, but being next to him yet not able to feel him close— burry your face in his chest or nuzzle his neck and kiss it until you fall asleep in his arms.

staying in the middle wasn't an option anymore. having already wandered off to the opposite side of platonic feelings a while ago, the line itself was already blurry. you don't just like him a little, fancy his presence. you were already in too deep in this maze to step back. he took up all the space in both your heart and mind, head clouded with thoughts of him— what he's doing or something he did that made your heart skip a beat, at any point of the day.

still, you weren't sure if he liked you the same way. if he wanted you the same way you wanted him. minho's done so many things that made you think he for sure mirrors your feelings. the way he makes exceptions in his plans and goes out of his way to do things for you, the way his voice drops in volume and grows saturated in sweetness whenever he talks to you, the way his eyes soften everytime they land on your face. it was all trying to tell you something, you think.

but no. maybe it's all you. maybe there's none of what you believe behind his behavior. maybe minho's just too infuriatingly yet endearingly nice.

it's stupid, where your delusional feelings have gotten you. why did you even call him tonight? you didn't even register how your fingers typed in the words. it's like your first instinct was to turn to him for comfort when you were feeling bad. but now that you're here, it seemed more like you wanted yourself to suffer.

maybe this isn't going anywhere, maybe you should start pushing him away in order to make your feelings fade. it was better than hanging on by a loose thread anyway.

"no, fuck that." you blurt out loud.

you can't do it. you were already in too deep, so what's there to lose? it's one sentence, then either black or white after this long night. but what's guaranteed is peace of mind, either by having him or not.

"fuck what?" minho tilts his head, prompting you to share the conversation you were having in your head with him. not forcing you to tell him but, what else could he say to that? besides, maybe he could help if you're overthinking about work, he hopes.

to his surprise and upon hearing his voice, you turn to him, as if you're just reminded of his presence in your blurry state of mind. "you—" you stumble close to him on the couch, cupping his cheeks. breathe, minho, he tells himself.

"i am—" you inhale in an attempt to collect your thoughts, "do you know how tired i am of this?"

minho just blinks at you. confused, nervous, heart hammering in his chest. you've never touched him like this, never leaned this close. his lips part to call your name but you're quick to cut him off. not intentionally, but the liquid poison running in your veins makes you less aware of your surroundings and more focused on what's in your head. how ironic for a mind reliever.

"you— you don't leave my head even for a second, it feels like i'm going insane. if you like me then say it. if you don't then also say it. don't leave hanging like this." you trail, eyes starting to well up with tears of frustration. looking at his soft features laced with worry only makes it worse for your heart. you're almost sure he wants you the same, so why? why isn't he saying anything? "it's so mean." you whisper, lower lip jutting forward as you try to hold your tears back from falling.

minho hopes you don't notice the way he gulps, mustering enough consciousness to gently pry you off him and back on the sofa, as you were practically straddling him at this point. "hey, you've had too much to drink. should've stopped you earlier." he mutters quietly, failing to keep eye contact— he's feeling both nervous from your proximity and horrible for making you cry.

"i'm not drunk!" you protest, sounding obviously drunk. "i mean, i am. but you think i could ever have the courage to say this sober?"

he doesn't answer that, instead reaching to collect the empty cups in the tray, ready to take it back to the kitchen. he hates the way his brain wants to keep him away from facing the reality of things. but you on the other hand are already done with this situation, so you hold his hands to stop him from leaving. you need to say it, need hear it.

"i like you." you announce when he looks up, "say it back." it sounds almost threatening out of context, too straightforward but you know that's what he needs to hear to take the last step out of this maze.

"you... are you sure you mean it." minho mutters nervously, so nervous it doesn't even sound like a question.

you huff. still not enough. getting closer to his face, "i fucking love you. say it back, minho." your voice cracks, not able to stand being in this vague middle any second longer. "i know all the time we spent together means something to you." you breathe, "say it back, please."

he suppresses a sigh to avoid frustrating you further, though your behavior is what's frustrating him the most. having to deal with you being a handful of a drunk that's probably saying things they don't mean. "will you even remember this when you're sober?"

he's scared, you can tell. you want to tell him you were as well, right before you decided enough was enough. "that's not what matters right now. just for now, please. i need to hear it." it sounds selfish, but you know it what he wants too, know it's the push he needs.

one more look into your expecting eyes tells minho to pour his heart out to you. drunk or not, he needs this off his chest. "i'm... also tired of this. should've asked you out properly. but i wasn't sure if you'd want to see me after that. i was... greedy, wanted to be around you even if it meant not having you all for myself. didn't want to scare you off either." he finds himself rambling, and you snap him out of it.

"then have me now. i like you."

"... ditto."

"say it, minho."

this is so stupid. why can't he just say it back? minho's tongue feels heavy but he's not the drunk one. maybe because a small part of his brain tells him this is all going to be forgotten the next morning. he doesn't want to feed a fantasy that he's not going to enjoy for longer than just tonight. he also doesn't want to make a move on you in this state for the same reason.

"you're... still drunk." he trails, "i know i just technically confessed but i need to hear it again from you later. sober."

"then stay the night." you blurt immediately, much to minho's surprise. "stay and i'll tell you again in the morning. please."

he blinks slowly at you, still processing what you just asked for. he's never stayed this late at your place, let alone spent the night.

"i... need you tonight. even as a friend, i'll take it. just, hold me. please." you ask, finally admitting the reason you called him over for— even though you knew it wasn't going to happen when you sent that text. but just thinking of him holding you wasn't enough, you needed to have him close at least, even if that was the only way you were able to have him. minho's lips part and you try your best to focus on his answer.

"i'm… gonna text jisung." he mumbles, tapping his wide jeans in search of his phone. it's his way of saying yes, i'll stay.

i won't be coming tonight

jisung: already????

minho scoffs at his nosy best friend's message. he'd told him he was meeting you tonight after he received your text and said he'll be back by midnight max. jisung had teased him for it before they parted ways, since you never invited him over this late. but now the younger has more information to work with.

jisung: do you even have a condom on you??

9am sharp. you'll be wiped.

once he puts his phone back on the coffee table, he pours you some water to drink and down the alcohol.

"better?" he asks when you place the glass down.

you nod with closed eyes, ready to sleep. "better."

"brush your teeth first, i can help if you need me."

"i got it" you grumble, stumbling on your way to the bathroom.

minho takes that time to store the liquor away and quickly rinse the cups. he's careful for any sounds coming from the bathroom just in case you hurt yourself.

when you take a bit too long, he peeks through the open door only to find you sat on the toilet stool— thankfully closed, toothbrush still in your mouth and eyelids fluttered shut while you rest your head against the wall on your side.

god, too adorable. he thinks to himself.

"hey, wash it out first then you can sleep." his voice wakes you up.

minho grabs both of your forearms, pulling you up and you stumble into him, both the alcohol and exhaustion of the day taking over you. he manoeuvres you towards the sink, standing behind you to support your body and reaching over to gently hold your jaw in place while his other hand grabs the plastic wand poking out of your mouth, moving it to brush over your teeth. he catches you watching him in the mirror and gives you a toothy smile, but it's actually just to motion you to do the same so he can work better. you flash your teeth at him in a proud grin, allowing him to move the toothbrush on your front teeth.

the sight makes minho chuckle, but it's almost inaudible— all breath. you remind him of his cats getting their teeth cleaned when necessary.

"rinse— don't swallow." he pushes the filled cup close to your lips, then guides your upper body forward to spit out the water you swilled around your mouth into the sink.

"i know." you complain about the way he's treating you like a kid, giving him an attitude that minho just chuckles at while tapping your lips dry with a towel.

"minho?" you speak again.

"hm?"

"i really like you. okay?" you mumble, trying to sound as serious as you can but it's only endearing to minho how your eyelids threaten to close.

"it's not morning yet." is all he mutters, walking you back to the living space.

after fetching a blanket you keep there, he lets you rest on his chest on the couch. your eyelids are sealed shut by now so you're quick to pass out on him, but not before you murmur once again. "minho? i really like you, yeah?" morning's too far, you want to say it now, and hear him now. maybe if you sleep in his arms, you'll dream of it.

minho just hugs you tighter against him, humming in acknowledgment. "i like you too." he's not sure it's 100% true, maybe you're sober by now. but instead of brushing it off this time, minho wants to believe it, at least for now.

he sighs quietly, taking in your sleeping figure. as much as he wants you to snuggle comfortably on the warm bed and in comfortable clothes, minho still doesn't want to come off weird. plus, staying here means he gets to hold you like this for longer.

… but that's selfish of him, he thinks. and you'll probably regret it in the morning. so he just picks you up as gently as he can, drops you on your bed and leaves to pass out back on the couch, not before tucking you in under a warm blanket.

♡

the next morning you wake up, alone, and in your bed. none of it makes sense, except the fact that you're still in your clothes from yesterday, ironically. but other than that, you slept in minho's arms, on the couch. why are you here?

naturally, you panic. where was he? did he leave last night? were you being weird because of the alcohol? did you ruin everything? was the whole confession thing a stupid dream the liquor fed you? too many questions.

stumbling out of your room though, you're greeted by a salivating smell. it's so comforting, or at least as comforting as a smell of food can get. you follow it towards the kitchen area in cautious steps, only to find minho, standing in your kitchen— cooking. his sleeves rolled up, hair a bit messy and delicate lips moving to the lyrics of a song he's humming. it's soft, everything he does is soft, just like him.

he stops in his tracks once he spots you, suddenly timid. so cute, your bed hair and morning face.

"was just about to wake you up. i made hangover soup."

"… minho?"

he's here. he never left, even after hearing what you said last night. he's still here, as sweet and thoughtful as ever.

"morning." he smiles, "you dozed off on the couch so i helped you back to your bed." he explains, seeing your puzzled expression. it's not exactly the truth, but minho thought it was a safer option. whether you meant what you said last night or not.

"my head hurts…" you grumble, stepping further into the cooking space.

"see? i told you not to drink too much." he nags, though his tone is gentle.

"had to tell you."

"… tell me what?" minho feels stupid for playing dumb after all what happened. but whether he likes to admit it or not, he's scared. he wants to know if you mean what he thinks you do first, ready to sweep his feelings under the rug if the events of last night turn out to be just a drunk mistake.

"that i like you." you snap him out of his thoughts, again, heart beating just as fast as his. you have a faint memory of what he said hours ago, enough to guess his answer would be favorable. but it's still nerve wracking.

minho wordlessly takes you in his arms, pulling you closer to him while your hands rest on his chest, feeling the outlines of his pecs even through the hoodie he's wearing.

"then you're mine."

"say it first."

he inhales, "i like you, mine."

a smile that you can't suppress spreads on your face, "ditto."

finally. both of you think at the same time. minho steals the smallest kiss on your cheek, close the corner of your mouth before dipping his head in the crook of your neck. "is it weird to call you that this early?" he mumbles, now sheepish after realizing what he'd just called you out of pure ecstasy.

"like in the morning?" is the first thing to pop up in your head, a lame joke.

you hear him sigh against your skin and you giggle, giving him a proper answer.

"not at all.” you look pull back just enough to look at him, eyes filled with an emotion he hid for so long— love. “all this time, i’ve always been."

"that’s a relief then,” minho hugs you back against him, nuzzling your hair. “mine."

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~Magic Hands~

𝓢𝓲𝓶𝓸𝓷 '𝓖𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓽' 𝓡𝓲𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝔁 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

warnings/tags: smut, massage, hurt/comfort, female receiving, v. fingering, soft Ghost, romantic tension, the room is packed with your mates so you have to keep quiet hehe

synopsis: in the aftermath of a rough mission, you find yourself unable to fall asleep due to muscle aches. Your Lieutenant offers to help you release the tension by giving you a massage, which escalates rather quickly.

word count: 4,1k.

[a/n: finally writing for my man Ghost and I'm quite proud of how this first story turned out. Now I'm curious to know what you think of it! Also, this wasn't beta-read so if there's any typo/grammatical error, let me know. Alright, enjoyyyyy 🌶️✨💀]

"You can't sleep?" 

Ghost's deep hushed voice coming from somewhere behind you makes you turn in your bedroll. The room is nearly pitch black, with only a sliver of moonlight streaming in through the half-closed window, yet providing enough light to make your close surroundings visible. Therefore, when you turn around, you can see Ghost sitting on the floor a few feet away from you, his back to the stone wall, arms crossed over his chest and legs stretched straight in front of him. The thin dark gray t-shirt, paired with the intense chiaroscuro that imbues the room, highlights the outline of his massive biceps. Your eyes linger on his arms before they meet his, which twinkle slightly as they capture the moonshine.

"You neither?" 

He hums in response.

A weary sigh escapes you as you sprawl on your back, hand flying to the nape of your neck, where the muscles tug and burn. You feel like a wreck. You knew today’s operation would have been rough, even more than the last ones and you were prepared for it, you had trained so hard for months. You've risked your own skin multiple times during the offensive, although in the end you got away with only a scratch or two; nothing major. You were still high on adrenaline as you made it back to the base camp -a dilapidated temporary facility in the middle of a thick forest- and you were even rather impressed of yourself for having handled it all so well… until fatigue came crushing on you like a double-decker bus, almost knocking you to your knees and you felt the magnitude of the efforts made in all its gravity. You tried to mask it as you dined with your brothers in arms, a scarce sorry meal that didn’t even quench a third of your appetite, then instantly dragged your 200 pounds heavier than normal legs to the storage room adapted for sleeping and flopped down on your bed roll. You thought the ache would pass, that you only needed to lie down and let your limbs rest but it has already been three or four hours since then and you haven’t been able to close your eyes not even once.

"Everything aches so much. I might have strained a muscle or something. Possibly all of them." 

Ghost hums again in understanding. A moment of silence follows; silence only interrupted by the rhythmic snoring of your mates, laying in their bedrolls all around you in the tiny room.

"Come here." 

Your head snaps up. 

"Uh?" 

"You heard me. We need to do something about those sore muscles. Can't allow them to get in the way of the mission tomorrow." 

You look questioningly at him, eyes roaming over his masked face, as if expecting to be able to read his intentions. What can he do for you? The same as he can do for himself, which is pretty much nothing; he’ll give you a pat on the back and tell you to suck it up. If only there was a medic in the facility, you could have asked for an injection to ease the tension in your body but alas, you're on your own down here, equipped with no instant medication other than a pack of analgesics reserved for battle and a pain drug; but there's no way you'd take one on a night before a mission and risk waking up as a zombie in the morning. 

You’d have to wait for a proper medical treatment when you’re out of this hell, assuming you’re still in one piece by then.

“We don’t have all night, Sergeant.”

Ugh, using your title, of course. It can only mean the Lieutenant won’t accept a refusal from you. And who are you to refuse anyway? Just a lower soldier in pain; nothing special about you.

Even though you are still perplexed about his intentions, you scoot toward him, crawling silently so as to not wake up the others. Fortunately you don’t have to step on someone’s lying body to reach your superior.

He spreads his legs to give you room to get closer and you swallow the thrill that inflames your body at the sight of that big hunk of a man welcoming you in his lap. This is not the time to give in to such fantasies. Nor there will ever be. Hard truth.

Ghost’s fingers masterly find the waistband of your cargo trousers and tug at it to make you slide closer.

"Turn around." 

His commanding voice compels you to do as he says without question. There's no room for hesitation when he employs that tone; you must obey his directives, whether you're on the field on a mission or killing time at the HQ. Nobody can stand up to it, least of all you.

You’re barely able to suppress a gasp when you feel his huge hands take hold of your hips and settle you between his thighs, your back colliding with his firm chest. You can't, however, physically stop the shiver that runs down your spine as his palms climb up your sides, sliding upward over your back, causing you to bend slightly forward as he reaches your shoulders. There, he begins to knead your muscles carefully, knowing where to apply more pressure and where to let the tip of his fingers do most of the work.

You’re too stunned to speak. Never in a million years you would have guessed this is what he had in mind to do to help you. Ghost, your Lieutenant, has his hands on you, in a room full of fellow soldiers, in the middle of the night while you are on duty. What crazy-ass dream is this?

"Ghost-," you shudder, his hands working on a particularly sore spot, "a m-massage, seriously?" 

“What?”

“They only make things worse-”

While having Ghost do it is a whole new experience for you, you've received your fair share of massages, both throughout your years of training and after you became a special agent and they never seemed to work on you. They always left you in more pain than you were in before. You could have blamed it on the medic if only you hadn’t changed so many during the past years; they couldn't all have been incompetent, could they?

"You never got one from me, innit? They don't call me magic hands for nothing." 

You frown, throwing him a sideway glance over your shoulder. 

"Nobody calls you that." 

You hear him huff and your head is forced back to face straight by a firm nudge.

As strange and unexpected as it may seem, you must admit that his hands are truly doing Lord’s work against your shoulders, easing your tensed muscles and relieving some pain, so much so that you find yourself closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. 

"See? Just relax." 

His hands scoot lower, sliding down your back and sides, resting just above your bum. The warmth of his palms rubbing that sore area in circular motions sends more shivers up your spine. In his ascent back up, he pays attention to the tensed muscles of your arms, thumbs kneading deep into them and then finally, he goes back to your neck. Your breath catches at the feeling of his strong hands wrapping around it. His firm touch appears to arouse something primal within you. You can feel heat pooling in your core right away. 

"Fucking hell. Your neck is rock hard." 

He increases the pressure, rubbing the skin and working on the knots. His thumbs slide up and down your larynx, matching the movement of his other fingers on the nape. Your head bends backward on its own, landing on his chest. 

Ghost hums again, appreciatively. 

"You liking it?" 

"Y-yes, sir-"

His chest shakes softly against your back, a light rumble coming from his throat. 

"Good girl." 

You bite back a gasp. Those hushed words only add to the growing ache between your legs. The massage is clearly starting to turn you on and you feel… conflicted. You know you shouldn’t let his skillful touch, nor his raspy voice whispering so close to your ear or the warmth of his chest pressed against your back affect you so much. However, you are basically caged in his lap, how are you supposed to not let that cloud your judgment? To not allow your fantasies to run wild in your head? Yes, you’re strong, but… not that strong. You can’t possibly stop your body from reacting so naturally to all of these overwhelming sensations. Especially when you’re so touch-starved, and having Ghost being the one to indulge your craving doesn’t help in the slightest.

 " Mh, you're tensing up again." 

Ghost swiftly resumes working on your back, placing the palm of each hand on either side of your spine and working his way up, keeping his hands parallel to one another. When he reaches the top of your back, he fans his hands outwards across the shoulders, as if outlining the top of a heart. Using a kneading motion, he returns to the lower of your back to work the large muscles on either side of your spine then presses his fingertips firmly into your flesh before quickly releasing as he works his way up. The constant pressing and releasing sends your spine tingling and you fail to hold back a moan.    

“Yes. Don’t fight it.”

If only he knew what you were actually fighting against. How can the tension leave your body if his touch and his closeness and his voice are all working so hard together to make you tense up all the more?

You feel his hands close into fists and his knuckles start to rub gently but firmly across the tops of your shoulders and then glide down your biceps, the inner part of your arms, the side of your chest... 

Inadvertently, your body jerks at the new sensation, and his hand accidentally brushes up against your breast, fingers knocking into the slight bulge in your top caused by your aroused nipple. You stifle the moan that erupts from your throat by biting your bottom lip hard, your body stiffening instantaneously. 

Silence falls into the room, coating it in tension; your mates are not even snoring anymore. You don’t dare to move a muscle, you can barely keep your ragged breathing under control. 

Has he noticed? Does he realize what has just happened? It’s so dark in here and it all happened so quickly, he may have no idea what he has just touched, he may have not caught the lewd sound that came out of your mouth, either. Your body has tensed so much, however, that your reaction must have caught his attention. Any doubt goes out the window when you feel his hands retract and his body shift uncomfortably behind you. 

Well, fuck it . You just had to make it awkward, didn’t you? For both of you! How embarrassing. He will look at you and treat you differently from now on, you know it already. You're soldiers, for god’s sake! You're professionals! And he’s your superior! These things shouldn’t happen! They should stay out of work. And to think that you've managed to get this far, despite Ghost's strong magnetic pull on you since the first time you saw him... You’ve hidden your emotions so well for months. But unfortunately, no matter how hard you try and succeed at hiding it, you can’t really control your body and how it reacts to his presence, touch, or gaze. This was bound to happen sooner or later, as much as you prayed it wouldn’t. Besides, how could you have even imagined you would find yourself in such a crazy situation at one point? Working with him every day, getting very physical on the field and still keeping your emotions at bay was already enough to drive you insane. There was no way you could have handled this and came out victorious.

But perhaps you could still salvage this somehow, or at the very least escape the horrible truth-spilling conversation that awaits you. Yes, it is possible. You simply need to get the hell away from Ghost, crawl back to your bedroll, attempt to sleep it off, and put the burden aside to deal with it another day. Easier said than done.

Your hands fumble around you, hoping to meet the cold tiles of the floor -rather than those god-like legs stretched at either side of you- and you bend forward in an attempt to hoist yourself up. 

“A-alright, this has been nice-”

A steel-strong arm snakes around your middle and forcefully pulls you back. You gasp as your spine collides with his chest once more. 

Now that you're pressed up against him, even closer than you were before, you can feel his bulge against your lower back and your mouth goes dry.

"Ghost-", your voice comes out in a loud, unsteady squick and he instantly hushes you, tightening the grip around your waist. 

You feel his hot breath caress your ear even through the balaclava. “We’re not done here, yet.”

His hands start to travel up and down your body once again, bolder this time, skimming over areas he hasn't touched before. The hand wrapped around your middle slips under your tank top, fondling the smooth flesh at your side as it raises, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin, until it reaches the upper area of your stomach. There, his fingertips tease the lower curve of your breast from above the fabric of your sports bra. Your breath catches again but you don't dare to move. He holds his palm there for a long minute. 

Is he testing you? Is he messing with you? Is he silently asking for permission to move forward? The affirmative guttural sound that rewards you as you finally throw your morals out the window and boldly place your hand over his and tug it upwards, sweeps away any doubt. His big hand instantly covers your whole breast, groping it gently at first then squeezing it decisively. His other hand comes to match the motion as they both slide inside the cups and fondle your soft sensitive flesh before turning the focus onto your erect nipples, causing you to arch your back forward and shiver. 

“Is this-”, your voice catches in your throat as his fingers pinch your nipples hard, lips squeezing together to muffle a groan, “-why they call you magic hands ?” 

You feel a light chuckle rumble in his chest and against your back.

“You catch up real quick, Sergeant…”, he whispers in your ear in that gravelly voice that makes you squirm, “...but you don’t know the half of it.” And as if on cue, one of his hands sneaks out of your tank top and slides down your stomach, skimming over the inseam of your pants and resting on your crotch, causing a warmth to spread from deep within your stomach. Two fingers push against your core, suggestively and your heart races. Your breaths are ragged in anticipation. 

“Bet you’re desperate to find out, innit?”

You don’t even realize you’re nodding in response until you feel him huff a laugh through his nose, blowing cool air right next to your ear. 

"Curiosity killed the cat, didn't you hear?" 

His palm rubs against your crotch up and down a few times before giving it a firm squeeze. 

You suck in air through your teeth and your hand lands on his thigh at your side, fingers dipping in his firm muscle. 

" Please -" 

You're not sure what you're even begging him for, your mind dazed with desire, and all you can focus on is the heady sensation of having his warm palm rest so close to your aching cunt but still denying you the touch you desperately crave for. 

Ghost doesn't need you to say anything, he clearly knows what you're pleading for and he makes quick work of unzipping your pants before sliding his hand inside. His eager fingers meet your panties which are, unsurprisingly, already soaked; a small detail that he seems to appreciate greatly. He runs his digits over the wet patch on the fabric, eliciting a loud moan from you. 

An abrupt stirring sound freezes you and your head snaps up, heart jumping in your throat, while your eyes dart across the room expecting to meet the shocked expression of one of your brothers. The thought of having been spotted however doesn't seem to stop Ghost from pushing his fingers beneath the damp fabric of your undies. You don't have time to still the violent beating of your heart as he begins to circle his way through your folds, instantly drawing back your whole attention. A harsh whine crawls up your throat when the pad of his finger meets your clitoris and his free hand immediately moves to cover your mouth. His clad lips suddenly draw close to your ear, skin tingling at the contact. 

"You don't want to wake up the boys, do you, kitten?" 

You shake your head profusely and he hums softly. 

"Thought so."

You suppress the cries of pleasure that he provokes by rubbing his fingers up and down over your slit in a slow intoxicating way, your hips shaking with each swipe. He presses his forearm against your stomach to hold your body still, squeezing you closer to him as a result. 

You wince as you hear it; the wet sound of your desire seems to be the only noise in the otherwise silent room and it only grows louder when Ghost teases your entrance, rubbing his pads around it before easily pushing two fingers inside. You screw your eyes shut and throw your head back against his chest. As he thrusts inside you in a steady rhythm, he presses his palm on your most sensitive part, and drags his hand in a firm circle against it. The feeling is dizzying and it sends lightning jolting through you. 

Ghost's hand leaves your mouth to grab your inner thigh and push it over his adjacent knee, spreading your legs wide apart to gain better access to your core and thus shove his fingers deeper inside you. In fact, his next thrust perfectly hits that sacred spot buried deep between your walls and you grasp a fist of his t-shirt and pull it against your lips to muffle your whimpers, while your other hand tugs firmly at his tensed arm lying on your stomach.

You are close, so close. You can feel the heat in your gut begin to bubble and spread, scorching and hair-raising, to the rest of your quivering body. Ghost too seems to notice by the way you tuck into him and clutch at his arm as if it’s the only thing keeping you grounded, your safe anchor. His fingers grab your chin and angle your head so that your eyes meet. 

His eyes… his big eyes. The only visible part of his face, the only part you are allowed to lay your gaze on and let it linger. And oh, how beautiful they are. Especially now, glinting with moonshine and looking down at you with a special twinkle which you can’t quite decipher but that makes your heart swell. 

You prompt yourself up in a daze, just enough to cup his cheek and pull him down to meet you in a quite unorthodox kiss. You press your lips desperately to his mask, just above his own and you feel them twitch at the contact, responding to the kiss only a moment later. 

You stay like that while his hand still works against you, faster and sloppier but hitting you perfectly with each push. You keep your lips glued to his as the coiling pleasure in your belly finally snaps, a heady wave of pleasure washes over you and makes your body jerk uncontrollably. Your cries are muffled by the fabric of his mask, even more so when his hand cups the back of your neck and presses you harder against him. He continues to slowly dip his fingers inside your fluttering walls then litter your small bundle of nerves with a few more soft teasing caresses all the while subsiding your spasms with his strong embrace. 

Your eyes are squeezed shut, your chest heaving hard, heart still racing and legs still shaking when his hand slips out of your pants and you pull back. You let your head rest on his chest as you take a deep long breath. Almost instantly a subdued ruffle of fabrics strikes your ear and you can feel a cool breath blowing on your neck before a pair of soft damp lips meet your boiling skin. You bite your lips at the shiver-inducing sensation; it feels like a vital secret shared in utmost confidence and you don’t dare break the touching moment until his lips retreat and the mask is safely put back on. Only then you chance a look up through a heavy-lidded gaze and you meet his beautiful eyes again, which in turn watch your reactions with a hazy, adoring gaze. All is forgotten; the packed room, the initial conflict you felt, the aching muscles… The only thing you can focus on is the tingling sensation abandoning your body, leaving the way to the heartening warmth of his embrace and gaze. 

“Ghost-”

“Simon.”

You gulp, nodding feebly as you reverently search his eyes. 

“Simon…” 

Saying his name feels strange but also… meaningful. Like uttering a magic word or being handed the sole key that unlocks the armored door that keeps the treasure safe; treasure so priceless and vulnerable that only a few trusted people are allowed to take a glimpse at it.

“I’m-” you fail to find the words, mind dazed and heart hammering in your chest, “that was…”

“Kitten got more than she bargained for.” 

You catch an amused hint in his voice and even if you can’t see it, you’re certain there is a smile tugging at his lips, for the corner of his eyes curl up slightly.

“I take it the massage didn't make things worse after all?”

"Well…", you shift in his embrace, turning to face him with a sheepish grin, "that was some effective massage, alright." 

You prompt yourself up and reading your intentions he closes his legs to let you settle on his lap, your knees resting on either side of his hips. His eyes never leave yours as you lean up, arms latching around his neck. 

"Nothing aches anymore thanks to you…", you grind your hips slowly down against his, relishing in the sound of his heavy breathing picking up, "...but maybe it's you now who is in need of a release ?" You bite your lip at the rousing feeling of his throbbing bulge rubbing against your still sensitive center, as well as at the rare thrilling satisfaction of seeing him crane his head slightly up to look at you. 

His hands descend on your hips, fingers almost painfully gripping the flesh, causing you to groan.

"I wouldn't mind it one bit kitten, believe me…", his lust-clouded eyes rake over your body. You see him swallow hard as he glances down where your hips meet and a long breath escapes his lips. His gaze then trails back up, savoring every inch of you, until it finally locks with yours once again. "But you should hit the sack now."

Disappointment shows plainly on your face.

"But-" 

"Besides, I'm on second watch tonight."

"T-That’s good! I can sneak out to keep you company. I'm not sleepy! Even less now than before. We can-" 

" Negative .” His tone is peremptory and it shuts you up at once. “And don’t fret. You’ll be asleep before your head hits the mat.”

" But -" 

His hands slide up your sides and squeeze your waist, pulling you down to sit on his thighs and hold you at eye level.

"We're taking a rain check, Sergeant."

The title again. His words are final, then. 

A huge sigh escapes you and you nod at last. Reluctantly, you climb out of his lap, his hands following your every movement to support you. Before you stand on your feet and turn around, you chance one last look at him. Your heart swells as you meet once more his big beautiful eyes which look at you so gently, so wistfully… you think you can catch the promise behind them.

"Don't you dare die tomorrow, Simon."

The corners of his eyes curl up again. 

"Surely not on your watch, Kitten."

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Hello! May I ask for stalker/pervert yumeko x fem!reader (sfw And nsfw)

OH HO HO!! YES Y E S YESSSS!!! Sorry I haven't been active, mental health and all, but I'm doing somewhat better and this is one of the first I'm working on to get a good bit of stuff outta my drafts. This isn't all that dark, but I'm still giving a warning. Also(to anyone that actually reads these) this started stalkerish and developed into yandere territory. I apologize, but I couldn't help myself. CNC is briefly mentioned but not gone over.

Stalker!Yumeko Jabami x Fem!reader

Now, this is a somewhat unlikely situation. Yet, somehow, it still happened. So how did this even start, why is Yumeko following you home, why does she get all antsy when she cant be around you?

So many questions, so few answers. The only way to truly get Yumekos attention is to stand out. Not in a way she has already seen before, so there are few ways to do that.

You could have beaten her in a gamble, the higher the stakes the more interested she is. You could have possibly been a kind, and genuinely good person. People like that aren't seen as much at Hyakkaou, so it be someone she is very much interested in. Maybe you're a masochist and you lost to Yumeko, seeing you happy to lose would definitely turn her on and interest her...as long as you're not creepy like Midari.

Anyway, despite whatever peaked her interest about you...yeah you're hers now. So have fun. Yumeko is the last person you'd want to defy, I mean...have you met the girl? At first she isn't obvious about her recognition of you. No, she watches you, she even has others watch you for her. You, wether you're oblivious or not, will still notice odd behavior from those around you.

Maybe some of those ruder to you are nicer, maybe vice versa. It doesn't matter, you're going to realise at some point you're being tailed. When you do, that's when the icy hot hell that is Yumeko Jabami makes me debute to you. Or well second debute.

Before you learn all about her "nefarious" plans and she's still watching you creepily. She goes after you, in more ways than one. She watches you leave ethe bathroom, and go in. Yumeko just wants to make sure you're not being privately bullied...that's all.

She also follows you home, maybe she'll buy(just a reminder Yumeko is rich as hell) a car. One that looks like an everyday car, or an exact copy of one that lives near your house. You wouldn't suspect seeing your neighbors car right behind you...right?

Yumeko is fucking crazy, let's put that out there. I've more than likely said it once, but I'll say it again if needed. She. is. crazy. So after she's is caught stalking you, she wont lie. She'll tell you straight up, she's in love, well her idea of love. Her fucked up, disgusting idea of love. Yumeko is very blunt, she explains her intentions and what she wants. At least what she things she wants.

Whether you choose to date her or not essentially decides the outcome of your little interaction. Saying yes, immediately fucks you over, she no longer has to hide her stalker tendencies. Saying no, well she'll pretend she didn't hear it and the next day at school Yumeko announces your relationship.

She's also very touchy(yes, she's a pervert too) she likes putting her hand up your skirt and will smile. Yumeko likes to hig you from behind, why? Because that means she can touch your tits. Big or small, nonexistent or very obviously existant. She loves your chest, she love you, and therefore any and every part of you.

She likes to show you off, by that I mean she'll kiss and love on you while she's gambling. You just look so cute to her, shaking and looking away in embarrassment.

I feel like Yumeko as a stalker is giving her yandere tendencies, but toned down. She goes from stalker to the well known term: crazy girlfriend. She needs you round all the time, she cant gamble without you. She can't walk home without you, she hates leaving you.

You're her lucky charm, you make things better. She can talk about her sister, how she really feels. She doesn't always need to smile and act dopey. She can be anything without worry...and if you dislike something she cant just tie you up and have you miss a few school days...

Now, Yumeko is a less than savory person when you think about it. While she does her best to love you in every way she knows. It takes her a while, especially if you said no to dating her at first. She really cant help herself, she wants to show you things...but how can she trust you?

I'd say it takes months before she finally tells you everything, well everything that you didn't know. She trusts you to tell you hoe she really feels, hoe her fucked up mind decided you were her chosen protector.

Even if she was stalking you a lot to begin with. It was all in good faith, I mean look now. You two are inseparable, not that she let's you leave her, but that doesn't matter.

In her eyes, you're perfect, no matter the horrible things she's done. No matter how much she touches you in odd and somewhat disturbing ways. You don't leave, she'd die if you did. Yumeko Jabami, current heiress to the Jabami clan.

She has put so much effort into you, into helping you gamble, helping you with debt, helping you with class work. She cant leave you...and if she has to strike a deal for a student life plan. All to keep your with her. She will.

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Sex is something else with her. Yumeko being the person she is, I highly doubt she's a virgin. No, she's had her fair share of men and women. Learning that she was particularly interested in girls help in her decided what to do with her interest in you.

Yumeko knows how to work your body. She puts on the cutesy loving girlfriend act...then eats you until you're trying(and failing) to pull her head away. Yumeko loves oral so this just makes things all the more fun for her.

Now of course just because she favors orla doesn't mean she doesn't like other things. When you two start dating she no longer needs to watch you as you go home...no she can drive you home herself. And she can also make you ride a vibrator the entire ride.

Yumeko loves humiliation(especially the stalker/pervert version of her) the idea of you crying and shaking after you been riding a toy for hours. She's been laughing at the faces you make, the whines, she'll pull on your hair and call you a slut.

Maybe take a few pictures, she loves to look through them during class when she's bored.

Oh, but seeing you all needy in public riles her up too. You're horny in public, maybe at school? Bathroom. She'll fuck you in the stall and then take a picture so she can create and album of you in the future. She likes to write the exact date and time of your little game.

Going back to the humiliation thing, if you end up doing it in a school or public bathroom. Prepare yourself, she taunt and belittle you.

You'll be so shaken up from her fucking you though, you hear very little of what she's saying. Whether that is a blessing or a curse is entirely up to you.

If it wasn't already obvious, one of Yumekos universally favorite things to do is overstimulation. Seeing you beg for mercy(that you will not be getting) after 5 orgasms is the best thing to ever grace her ears. It's an intoxicating sound, keep making it. The more you beg for mercy the longer it'll take for her to even want to stop.

Yumeko is a dominant and sadistic person in general. That goes over to the bedroom too. We see Yumeko get horny off of gambling, so she most definitely does a small coin flip or some form of small gamble.

It could decided whose on top(even though in the end you'll be bent over her knee crying her name), maybe it decides what toys you use, maybe if you win the gamble Yumeko wont punish as hard...

"So good for me, my good girl! Aww, are those tears for me? Thank you, I'm glad you know you place, sweet girl!"

She likes to mix praise in with her degradation. Calling you a mixture of darling, baby, good girl, sweetie, sweet girl, my love, sweetheart, princess(her favorite), ect. She has an extremely large variety of words for you. In and out of bed.

Stalker!Yumeko most definitely has a consent non-consent kink. I am not interested in getting into that unless specifics asked. Do with that information what you will.

Anyway, Yumeko and cat ears are like the ocean and salt. You can't really have one without the other. While Yumeko uses her money to buy you expensive lingerie sets, she also buys you cute costumes.

Maid, puppy, kitty, ect. She will dress you up with dog ears and an anal plug tail, or cat ears and an anal plug cat tail. Maybe even a bunny suit...definitely a bunny suit. Yumeko will also dress up if you ask, anything you want.

If you like the idea of a cute bunny girl dominating you until you (s)cream... Yumeko can and will do everything to set that fantasy up.

Now aftercare with Yumeko is an interesting situation. At first she doesn't know what it is, no matter if she's been with men or women. Top or bottom. She's never understood why she needed to care for someone. Mainly because she never cared for the others like she does you.

Yumeko loves you, therefore she does research into aftercare. Mainly out of fear that you'll slip into sub drop. She does her best with food and comfortable clothes, a warm bath and good television. She knows that isn't all that's required though, she reminds herself that you need to reminded you're loved.

All in all(and I do genuinely believe this) Yumeko is a good lover. Stalker!ver or not. She does love you, Yumeko shows her love to those she cares about. It's different and sometimes weird, and sometimes it's completely stupid and makes her look dumb. She does understand things better than you'd think.

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Pick a Pile | what do you need to hear right now?

Disclaimer: this is a general reading for all people, therefore only take what resonates with you and leave out what doesn't~ this is made with tarot and intuition. Enjoy and thank you for any feedback, reblogs and likes! <3

10 of wands, 9 of swords

Pile 1:

You might be going through a lot of stress right now and perhaps even anxiety. You are carrying a lot of weight on your shoulders, you might even have nightmares or insomnia those days and can't even get to sleep well. Perhaps you are being hurt by someone who means a lot to you, people taking you for granted or things just don't want to work out the way you want them to. I want you to know that you are strong and you can go through this. I know it seems right now as if you are stuck while everyone else around you is moving on, but its fine. You are strong. You will pull through this even if you think you are alone right now, you aren't,there are people that truly care about you and those who doesn't..it's better for them to leave you. It's fine if you need time to heal, time to prepare mentally for things, time for yourself and time to find the right path. It's your life and you decide the pace of it. But please keep in mind that a bad day or a bad week doesn't mean a bad life. You can do this! You should spoil yourself if you can, you should take a relaxing bath or shower, perhaps lit a nice scented candle or even just doing a nice little skincare routine to feel fresh, clean and just better, do anything that will help you ease this stress and/or anxiety, you should have your joys in your life. You are doing amazing <3

6 of pentacles, 9 of wands

Pile 2:

You might go through some financial difficulties right now, maybe you spend a bit too much or didn't get as much money as you expected which is why you might have less now than you would like. Perhaps you feel a bit left out because you want to get more stuff or more money in general, especially if your beloved ones seem to do financially well right now. You don't want to feel left out which is completely valid. You want nice things for yourself just like everyone else. There is also some people who are jealous of you and some people who want to project their insecurities on you, don't listen to those. Even if you struggle right now, it's not forever. In fact very soon good things will come your way. You just have to be persistent and stand through this. You don't need anyone else for this, you can do it alone you are capable of it! I know you already went through a lot of struggles but this might be your final challenge for this year, until you can reach your dreams. Until you get better again, stable on the ground. You have a strong personality and strong will, which is very beneficial for you. You should also listen more to your own intuition, the first thought can often be the right on. You are doing well, jeep going! Don't let anyone stop you! <3

The magician

Pile 3:

You are on the right path right now. Right now is the perfect time for you to move forward on an idea you recently conceived. You shouldn't hold back right now noir let someone else hold you back for whatsoever reason. You have to br focused and have a clear mind for this, but if you success you can reach what you long for the most. Your skills, knowledge and capabilities that you gathered along your life path have led you to where you are right now. Whether or not you know it you are ready. If you want to manifest for something to happen that's the right time, you just need a clear vision of what you will create and why before you act. But it's not enough to be motivated by ego such as money, status or fame - you need to have a soul connection to your goals and intentions. You are creative and powerful. You need to focus on only one goal for this, the one that's the most important to you and if your vision and intentions are clear enough you will be rewarded with it. Just make sure that nothing distracts you from it. You are very near your goals and especially close with your spiritual guides who are trying to help you right now. You have to believe I'm yourself and not hold back your potential anymore. You might even have some physical powers, if you know how you should definitely use them and also trust your intuition. Good things will come your way because of your skills, willpower and your intelligence! I'm proud of you for coming so far and I hope you can go even further and reach your dreams, good luck!<3

The pictures were used from a moodboard I'd @ iluvrei and none of those pictures belong to me, credits to their owner just like for the dividers!

- Hun

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love’s fiery trials

Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

Word count: 7,760

Warnings: +18 content, smut, angst, jealousy, possessiveness, toxic behavior, manipulation, slapping, hair pulling, punishment, tying, edging, ice play, wax play, knife play, blood kink, choking chain, strap on (r. receiving), fluff at the end.

Ever since she first laid eyes on you, she yearned for your presence, and now that she finally had you, she vowed to never let anything or anyone to take away who was hers. For that reason, she struggled with an overpowering sense of jealousy. It was an inherent part of her personality, and she constantly endeavored to manage and suppress those feelings.

Your phone vibrated when you were just having lunch with Wanda. It was a message from Natasha, where she was inviting you —or rather— demanding you to go to a drag show that would take place at 8 p.m.

Upon hearing the buzzing sound, she immediately glanced at your phone screen. It was a habitual action that didn't particularly bother you, as you had grown accustomed to it. That was the very least of your worries when it came to her possessive demeanor.

When she saw it was Natasha, she looked at you, raising an eyebrow, "A drag show? Do you want to go?" She asked, as you probably already knew how she really felt about Natasha. She couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy, but she wasn't gonna let this consume her. "Whatever you want, dear, you're always free to do what you want." She added, defensively.

"Yes," you confirmed. "It's a party. There will be drag queens, drinks, and the best music from the pop divas!" You commented excitedly.

Her heart started beating faster, "That's nice. You should go if you want to," she reiterated. She seemed a little bit anxious as well, but she wouldn't express it. You wanted to go, and she didn't want to engage in a dispute about it. Therefore, she felt compelled to acknowledge that you were entitled to maintain friendships.

"Thank you, baby!" You exclaimed happily. She understood the significance it held for you, and in an attempt to provide reassurance —both to you and herself— she wholeheartedly expressed her acceptance if you ever wanted to go out and enjoy yourself.

It was 6 p.m. by the time your best friend had called you, so you took a hot shower, did your makeup, your hair, and put on some accessories. The only thing missing was the stunning dress you chose to wear tonight.

She came in the room just when you were adding the last details to your makeup, "You look so good!" She complimented you. She couldn't help but proud whenever she looked at you. You truly looked remarkable. Well, in her eyes, you always appeared extraordinary.

"Thank you, darling," you replied with a big smile.

As you slipped into the dress, she widened her eyes in surprise. It was noticeably shorter than she expected, but she didn't want to come across as insecure when addressing it. Nevertheless, she still wanted to express her observation in a way that didn't undermine her own confidence.

"Are you sure you want to go in that? I mean, it's a little short," she questioned. She didn't mean this as an insult, she just didn't want you to go in that dress. There would be a lot of girls out there, so many people, and she didn't want them to stare at you.

"Oh, it's not that short," you countered, completely unaware of it.

"If you go like this, some people may stare at you, you know?" She was trying to warn you about it. She had no intention of bringing up any other matter, wanting to avoid any appearance of jealousy. Her only focus was caring for you and ensuring your safety from those other eyes.

"Don't worry, at parties like the ones I go to, there's no need to panic," you rubbed her shoulder.

"If this is what you want, I can't really stop you," she sighed, with a warm smile. Even if it hurt her inside, you liked this outfit, you seemed so confident and happy she didn't want to ruin it. "Enjoy the party, babe," she leaned in and kissed lips tenderly.

"I will, honey," you replied, hugging her waist.

As soon as you embraced her, she tensed up, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions.

"Just, please, don't wear it," she insisted. She wasn't feeling happy about the possibility of you being there with other people, wearing that dress. "Please, wear something else, dear, please," she added, with a hint of desperation in her tone. She was determined not to let the matter go. She was prepared to persistently speak out her concerns and make her point heard.

"Are we doing this... again?" You sighed, tinged with frustration as you refused to engage in another argument over trivial matters that shouldn't undermine the profound love you had for Wanda.

"Yes! I-it's way too short!" She repeated, this time sounding more upset. "Please don't go dressed like this, they will look at you."

"I can't control what other people look," you argumented. "That doesn't take away my right to wear what I want."

"Oh, yeah? Then what, would you go in a bikini to the party, then?" She questioned, as she looked at you with a serious expression on her face. It seemed like she was presenting the worst-case scenario. By discussing this particular issue, she aimed to test whether there was a line or limit in your choices, or if you truly didn't care or had any boundaries when it came to your outfits.

"Maybe! Maybe I would do it!" You challenged her. "If they find me attractive, they would be staring even if I was wearing a hoodie and pants."

"Then, fine. I dare you to go in a bikini," she crossed her arms. She resorted to this approach as it seemed to be the only way she knew how to convey her true emotions and make you understand how deeply she felt for the entire situation.

"I don't want to!" You countered. "That's the whole point. I don't want to wear a longer dress and I don't want to wear a bikini. Only I get to decide that."

"Do you really have no limits to what you're wearing?" Her voice took on a tone of increased distress. She was truly taken over by her own thoughts. The misery and self-loathing she experienced were overwhelming, as she detested the negative mindset she found herself in. "Tell me you're joking, please, I'm begging you."

"You're acting like I will go naked to the party!" You exclaimed. "It's just that short of a dress. It's just barely six centimeters above my knees."

"And you're acting like a..." she stopped herself before she could even say what she was thinking. She was seething with fury, not directed towards you, but at the situation itself. She was infuriated with herself for being unable to control the overwhelming emotions of jealousy, the insatiable need for attention and love. The mere suggestion of going naked there seemed utterly absurd to her, and yet, she couldn't escape the grasp of these irrational thoughts. "Fine, wear whatever you want. I don't care!" She resignedly accepted.

"All right," you simply responded. "I'm leaving now, Natasha already came to pick me up."

"Please, go and have fun, and be safe there," she uttered those words, not wanting to hear any further discussion on the matter. Overwhelmed by a profound sense of guilt, she believed she had portrayed herself as the villain. She despised being consumed by such negative emotions and realized she had made a significant mistake.

As you left the house, annoyance seeped through your thoughts. You considered the possibility of simply changing your dress, however, you quickly realized that such an action would open the door for her to assert control over you even more. It was a pattern that had already occurred before: she would gradually disapprove of you attending parties, and then restrict your interactions with friends. You had set a boundary, and it was crucial to maintain it in order to preserve your autonomy.

Wanda, on the other hand, wanted to stop you from leaving through that door. The mere thought of it startled her, as she realized she was displaying behavior she promised you she would never engage in again. She knew she had already made it clear that she wouldn't prevent you from going, and she intended to stick to her word.

"Hey, girl!" You greeted Natasha happily as soon as you entered the car. It only took your best friend's presence for you to forget everything that tormented you, this was not the exception.

"Heey!" She looked at you, with that warm expression on her face. "You look absolutely stunning!" With the most genuine smile adorning her face, it was evident that she was not lying. You could feel the sincerity in her expression, affirming that she genuinely believed you looked wonderful.

"Oh, and you look more than gorgeous. Look at those curls, and that dress! Wow!" You praised her back, hoping she would feel as beautiful as she made you feel with her kind words.

"I'm so glad you're here," she commented.

"Of course! I couldn't miss a drag show and Lady Gaga music for anything, could I?" You replied. "Can we go now?"

She simply giggled, and started the car.

After a few minutes of driving, you reached your destination, and as Natasha parked the car, she observed the immense size of the venue. It was large enough to accommodate a substantial crowd. Both of you were filled with excitement and anticipation for the night ahead.

As the evening unfolded, it turned out to be truly amazing. You indulged in various appetizers, enjoyed captivating performances by talented drag queens, and found amusement in Natasha's drunk state. Since you weren't a fan of alcohol, you opted for Coca Cola instead, allowing you to savor the night in your own way.

Wanda's emotional state took a sharp downturn, as she found herself consumed by sadness. A multitude of thoughts raced through her mind, as regret washed over her, wishing she hadn't allowed you to leave. The weight of her decision pressed heavily on her conscience.

"What have I done? How could I have let her go like that? Stupid!" She muttered to herself, her tears a testament to the turmoil within.

As the clock struck 2 a.m., the once vibrant space now held only remnants of the night's revelry. Natasha had disheveled hair, her makeup was all messed up, and the way she had her head over her crossed arms resting on the bar were signs of the lively evening that had taken place.

"Nat, it's time to leave," you urged, gently taking her arm and placing it around your shoulder, intending to help her in standing and walking. However, you soon realized that she was not going to cooperate as expected. "Damn it, you're heavy."

"Pfffft, I'm not thaaaaat big! Come on!" She resisted your attempt to help her stand properly, instead clinging onto you while letting out laughter. Despite her funny demeanor, it was evident that she was in no condition to remain at the place any longer.

"Come on, Nat! I can't take you to the car on my own!" You protested.

She was laughing again, "Oh come ooooon! You're strongggg, you can handle me!" She surrounded your neck with her arms, implying that you should carry her. You were aware that it wasn't a viable option. She was heavier than she looked.

You suddenly heard a distinct laughter that caught your attention. Glancing around, your gaze met with a woman sitting across you at the bar, leisurely sipping her drink. She had captivating blue eyes, complemented by her brown hair, and exuded an air of elegance with her sophisticated attire.

"Hey, if you're just gonna laugh and not help, then fuck off!" You groaned.

The suddenness of your words had taken her by surprise, leaving her in disbelief that someone would talk to her like that, especially a complete stranger. "Hey, watch your language!"

"Then don't laugh, I'm having a hard time here," you replied, quite offended.

"I-I'm so sorry," the woman walked towards you, extending her help by gently placing Natasha's arm around her, offering support. Her actions were both unexpected and kind, leaving you with a twinge of guilt for the earlier thoughts you had about her.

"Thank you so much, I truly appreciate your help," you expressed gratefully, as you began to make your way towards the car. She smiled in response.

As you opened the car door and successfully got Natasha into the passenger seat, a sigh of relief escaped from both of you. The weight of the challenging situation began to lift.

"She got a little bit drunk, right?" She commented, a little bit amused.

"Oh, for sure just a little bit," you chuckled. "I apologize for not asking earlier, but what's your name?"

"Nice to meet you, I'm Eleanor Bishop," she introduced herself with a genuine smile. From her countenance, it was evident that she possessed a remarkable kindness and generosity towards others. "And you?"

"I'm (Y/N)," you introduced yourself. "And, Eleanor Bishop as in, Bishop security?" You asked, curiously.

"The one and only!" She exclaimed, with a big smile on her face.

"This is hilarous! I know your daughter, Kate. And her friend Yelena, she's actually this one's sister," you commented, pointing to Natasha, who was sound asleep in the tilted backwards passenger seat.

"Oh, it's such a small world, isn't it?! Full of boundless coincidences that connect people in this vast world," Eleanor exclaimed, her smile filled with genuine surprise and delight.

"Indeed," completely taken aback, you found yourself in agreement with Eleanor, astounded by how beautifully she described the whole situation that took place. "You're such a cool mom, given that you're here at a drag show."

Eleanor proudly replied, "Yes, I'm so cool of a mom," her words resonated with a profound love and immense pride for her daughter. She took the role of motherhood with dedication and care, even if it meant maintaining a certain level of strictness through rules and teachings. "I hope Kate thinks the same," she expressed, eagerly anticipating the validation of their strong bond and the mutual admiration they held for one another.

"I'm totally sure she does!" You agreed, "Well, Miss Bishop, I'm actually thrilled to meet you."

"It's truly a pleasure to meet you as well!" Eleanor's friendly tone held genuine warmth. Her willingness to engage in conversation and her open-mindedness spoke volumes about her character. "And you can call me Eleanor, if you feel like it."

"Thank you, Eleanor," you replied, a hint of gratitude laced in your words. "I genuinely hope our paths cross again soon. And I'm so sorry for having insulted you at the bar. It was thoughtless of me," as you spoke, a tinge of embarrassment took over you at the fact that you had insulted none other than Eleanor Bishop, the CEO of Bishop Security and Kate's mother.

"It was nothing, don't worry about it!" She comforted you. However, she thought it was nice to see that you were willing to apologize. She held a deep admiration for those who were not afraid to take responsibility for their actions.

"I gotta go, I have to drop my friend off at her house and I have to get home," you anticipated. "Please take care and get home safely."

"Absolutely!" Eleanor responded wholeheartedly. "If you ever need any help, don't hesitate to reach out. I'm here for you, always," her friendly smile conveyed a great kindness that you couldn't help but feel deeply grateful. "Please do me a favor and send me a text once you and your friend arrive safely at home," she requested, her concern for your well-being evident in her words.

She handed you her business card, and you let out a soft chuckle. It was amusing to consider that she carried these cards with her wherever she went.

"Count on it!" You said. "Goodbye, Eleanor."

"Goodbye!" she responded, and she started to walk away.

Her graceful walk transmitted a captivating power and elegance, akin to that of a true queen in this planet. The encounter had grown a lasting impression onto you, and you felt incredibly grateful for having crossed paths with such an extraordinary woman. In that moment, you realized that you had met not just a kind stranger, but a potential friend.

When you arrived to Natasha's house, it took you forever to get her inside by your own this time. You found yourself grappling with her weight as you supported her by looping her arms around your neck and practically drag her inside. Eventually, you managed to guide her to the couch, where you gently settled her down, in a side position. You also placed a small bucket next to her in case she woke up with a sudden need to throw up, which was a fact that it would happen.

"No way in hell I'm taking you upstairs," you glanced at Natasha, who lay soundly asleep. There was no point in saying it out loud if she couldn't hear you anyway.

As the situation demanded, you had to take Natasha's car to drive back home. You felt worried as you considered how Wanda might react to your late arrival. The clock nearing 2:45 a.m.

Deep down, you knew she would be incredibly upset. You were hoping with all your might that Wanda would be sleeping, but that also was far from reality. She could never go to bed in peace knowing that you were somewhere outside at this hour.

No sooner had you stepped into the house than you were greeted with Wanda's furious demeanor.

"Where the fuck have you been?" She sounded concerned, frustrated, and tired, making it clear that she had been anxiously awaiting for you to come back home.

"I'm sorry, I had to drive Natasha to her house. She was so drunk," you explained.

"And at this hour? How could you?" She exclaimed. The weight of her disapproval was palpable.

"I... I... I lost track of time," you justified.

Your phone vibrated in your bag, making your gaze shifting momentarily to the screen when you took it out. It was a reply from Eleanor Bishop, to the message you had sent earlier when you had safely parked Natasha's car.

"Who are you texting on your phone?!" She questioned.

"No one... a woman I met at the bar who turned out to be Kate's mom," you explained. "She helped me get Natasha into the car."

"What?! And you're talking to her on the phone?" Her eyes widened, in shock and disbelief. "You are texting another woman on the phone, at this hour?!" She repeated, the tone of her voice turned aggressive.

"Well, she asked me to let her know me and Natasha were home safe!" You really did not want to start another dispute about something as simple as that. "I did so and she just replied."

"I see, I see... let me see those messages," she ordered you, and proceeded to snatch your phone from your hands.

— Hi! It's me! My friend and I are home safe and sound. And I hope you are too. Thanks for your help again.

Eleanor Bishop: I'm glad! I'm also home. As I said before, you can always reach out for help... or well, for anything. Have a good night!

Wanda's expression turned cold as she evaluated the messages on your phone, her eyes scanning every word.

After reading the message in its entirety, she handed the phone back to you, her anger still palpable. The gesture was far from any hint or forgiveness, indicating that her anger had not subsided, "I don't want you to talk to her again. Never again. Understood?"

"Oh, first the dress, now the woman," you protested.

Wanda's eyes pierced right into yours, brimming with disbelief.

"What did you expect?" She exclaimed, her words manifesting true anger. "You can't just do as you please. It's not about the dress or you talking to a woman, it's about respect for our relationship."

"I respected you, Wanda!" You immediately countered, indignant at what was coming out of her mouth. "I didn't even drink any alcohol, I rejected every single person who even tried to get close to me, I...—"

"You respected me?" She repeated your words, "And how about talking to another woman behind my back, at three in the morning, isn't that disrespect?" She questioned, crossing her arms. "Did you ask me if you could talk to another woman, huh?"

"Listen to what you're saying! It makes absolutely no sense!" The more you argued with your girlfriend, the more your patience was wearing thin. "There's at least a twenty year age gap between her and me, do you think she'd be into someone the same age as her daughter?"

"Do i look like i care?" She had been so worried about you the whole night that even the slightest inconvenience would be enough to infuriate her. The timing of the message couldn't have been more unfortunate. "No, it's not acceptable, and if you do something like that again, if you do something that's not acceptable again, there will be consequences for you." She threatened you with a look and tone of voice that sounded really intimidating.

In that moment of frustration and irritation, you felt a surge of defiance. "Watch me," you retorted, your voice trembled with exasperation.

You took out your phone, and started texting Eleanor back, fueling the fire within you to regain a sense of control, even if it meant further provoking Wanda.

Wanda's anger indeed intensified when she noticed what you were doing. She fell silent, her fists clenched, and her disapproving gaze locked onto you. "Don't you dare," she yelled. "If you contact her again, it will be the last mistake of your life."

— Thank you! It was truly a pleasure to meet someone as cool of a mom and compassionate of a person as yourself. I hope you have a restful night and sweet dreams.

Wanda's anger reached a boiling point as she snatched the phone from your hand and read the message. The furious expression on her face intensified, and it was clear that something inside her had snapped.

"I see," but her tone was so calm, it could not be something good at all. "You really want to make me mad, is that it?"

"No, I want to remind you that you don't have power over me or my decisions," you confidently replied.

"Don't I?" She snorted with q sarcastic laugh, with a look of indignation. "You'll see that i do have that power over you, that power to make you regret it." Her eyes were staring at you, to say that she was furious would be an understatement at this point.

"Yeah. Whatever. I'll go sleep. I hope you calm down by tomorrow," you were truly scared, but you didn't let that show and instead decided to be disdainful at her threats.

Wanda stood there, watching you walk towards the room, her mind filled with a whirlwind of emotions. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but the anger inside her was overpowering.

The words you had spoken pierced her mind, and they infuriated her to the core. It was unfathomable to her that her loving and caring sweetheart could be capable of such behavior. She couldn't simply let this slide. She was starting to think, that maybe, she should be doing something worse than just threaten you.

You sat alone in the room you shared with Wanda, feeling a extreme disappointment. The events of the evening had stirred up familiar feelings of jealousy and possessiveness within Wanda, reminding you of past instances when her insecurities had caused friction in your relationship. It ranged from trivial situations like a stranger's friendly smile to more significant issues like Wanda attempting to limit your interactions with friends, especially Natasha, whom she considered a threat to her place in your heart.

Thankfully, your girlfriend had made a significant progress in managing her jealousy after realizing the negative impact it had on you. You appreciated her efforts to change and the strides she had made. However, tonight's outburst had left you feeling disheartened and apprehensive, fearing that the dark days of intense fights might resurface.

You were taking off your dress... this stupid dress, when Wanda opened the door of your room.

Wanda walked inside, she was quiet and she was looking pretty serious. "Did you ever respect our relationship?" She questioned.

As you exhaled deeply, frustration coursed through your veins. You had gone to great extents to understand and empathize with Wanda's insecurities, constantly reassuring her of the unconditional love and commitment you held for the redhead. However, it seemed that no matter what you did, it was never enough to dispel her doubts.

"Wanda, drop the topic already," you summoned all your patience not to explode in tears and scream at her. "I just want to sleep."

"Do you know how much you hurt me?" She insisted, with much fury and bitterness. "Did you even care about us, even a little bit?"

"I know what you're trying to do. It's not gonna work," you simply stated. "You're trying to manipulate and gaslight me, for me to apologize for doing absolutely nothing wrong. Well, I'm NOT sorry."

"How could you even say that? If i wanted to manipulate you, trust me, I would find better ways!" She said, referring to her powers. She was so close, you could tell that the least thing could trigger her.

"Whatever you're doing, then. It's not gonna work against me," you were all too familiar eith Wanda's tactics of manipulation. There was no need of her powers, she had a innate knack for twisting situations to make you feel responsible for things that were not your fault at all. In the past, her mastery of manipulation had often led you to apologize, nevertheless, you had grown somehow immune to her attempts at manipulation.

She stared at you intently as you moved towards the vanity, her aggression still palpable in the air. The whole situation had clearly ignited a deep anger within her, and it was evident that any attempts to divert the conversation would only intensify it.

"Look at me," she demanded, stepping closer to you. Her tone was forceful and unyielding, leaving no room for evasion. "Don't try to change the subject. I'm asking you a question, and you will give me an answer."

"I do care about us, and I have respected it. It's not my problem if you think otherwise because of stupid scenes you create in your head," you did what she asked, you answered her question.

"Stupid scenes?!" She shouted. "Don't try to minimize what you did, you are so disrespectful, and you don't even notice it, you don't even realize that!" She really looked like she was about to hit you. "Just so there is no misunderstanding, I AM NOT GOING TO FORGIVE YOU."

"Oh, what am I gonna dooo?! Wanda won't forgive me for nothing I didn't even apologize for!" I said sarcastically.

And so she did.

A searing sensation erupted as Wanda's hand connected with your cheek through a forceful slap, causing you to fall to the ground. The impact sent shockwaves through your body, it felt as if the world momentarily spun around you, the disorienting mix of physical pain and emotional sorrow leaving you speechless.

"You know perfectly well what I'm going to do," her tone of voice was cold, aggressive and threatening. "You will be reminded of who I am," she warned you.

Getting up from the ground, a surge of determination coursed through every cell of your body. You refused to let Wanda's unjust actions diminish your own strength.

Your voice quivered slightly, "No, Wanda. I won't let you treat me this way. I've done nothing wrong, and you know it."

As Wanda's laughter filled the room, a cold chill ran down your spine. It was as if your words not only meant nothing to her... they amused her.

She came close to you, grabbed a fistful of your hair and aggressively led you towards the bed. The force with which she threw you took you by surprise, leaving you momentarily stunned. She was usually very loving, and very sweet, but you just made her so mad, she really didn't like it, and now it was your fault.

She reached out for something in the bedside drawer, and subsequently, she grabbed both your wrists and put them above your head to tie them with a rope.

She was kissing you very harshly, and you weren't able to do anything, you just corresponded to the kiss accepting the fate that was awaiting you. She really didn't like it when you were doing this and when you just didn't take her seriously, you just made her so mad.

"I am going to punish you so good," she simply anticipated you, as she kept kissing you.

In the midst of your anger and frustration, Wanda's kisses managed to momentarily distract you. There was a magnetic pull between the two of you, a connection that transcended every disagreement that may arise.

Her lips descended to your neck, maybe even more aggressive now, for you could feel her biting from time to time as she made sure to mark it as she pleased. You couldn't help but let out a small whimper of pain when it became too aggressive.

"Shut up," she said, as soon as she heard you. She seemed so happy and so pleased with what she was doing. She loved being in control of the situation, now you were so weak, so vulnerable, and she just kept torturing you.

Then, her mouth went down to your breasts, and you realized this was going to become even more painful, as it was a sensitive area that she was going to deal with.

She took one nipple and put it in her mouth, sucking so hard, so harshly, while she was pinching the other. Just so she wouldn't reprimand you again, you turned your tied hands into fists and shut tight your eyes to help yourself from emitting even the most insignificant sound.

She was so delighted by her current action, that even when her mouth was starting to grow tired, she refused to stop. She loved the idea of inflicting pain in you and not even having the compassion of letting you express yourself.

"I have something special, one of the many things I want to use on you," she said as soon as she pulled away.

She opened the drawer, and took out a blindfold. She wanted to try this, and she knew you'd like it. She then put the blindfold on you and you felt her absence of a brief moment. Through your hearing, you realized she opened the door and left the room, however, she came back in just a minute.

You eventually felt an incredibly cold sensation in between your chest, as you let out a gasp of surprise.

"Oh, fuck!" You exclaimed. Out of all the things, you never imagined she would do this, oh but it would be a vile lie to say that you loved when she tried new things on you.

The frigid touch of ice against your skin numbed any area it touched, causing an intense, biting sensation. It was burning you, but at the same time, your body's natural instinct to protect itself kicked in, as goosebumps formed on your skin.

And it only increased when Wanda displaced the ice cube all over your abdomen, down to your legs and thighs, in a slow pace that made it all more and more unbearable. It felt like a thousand needles piercing your skin, sending sharp jolts of pain shooting through your nerves.

She finally went up to your abdomen and then up your chest again. You could also feel the hotness of her breath so you knew she was doing it with her mouth.

When she finished, her hand moved closer to you and it started to caress your leg slowly, she was going torturing slow, and you could feel how this was very intense for her, she was enjoying this so much.

You felt two of her fingers enter you slowly, and it felt as if a cascade of splendid sensations ensued. It was a pure and simple pleasure, like a gentle embrace. The tingling sensation, the relaxation of your muscles, it all merged into a satisfying experience.

"Mmmm..." you mumbled.

"Are you feeling good, love?" She inquired. Even though you were impeded from seeing her, a warm smile adorned her face. It was too bad you couldn't see the sweet and caring look she was dedicating towards you.

Her pace slowly grew. She knew you wanted this, and she was feeling amazing while doing it as she was also so much into it. Her eyes were on you the whole time, you could feel her piercing gaze even if you were kilometers apart from her.

She was making you feel so amazing and good, as she suddenly added a third finger whilst she increased her pace. That was so unexpected that you let out a huge moan.

She smiled at your reaction, for she loved how you felt, and she also loved how your voice sounded. She felt so turned on, both by the sight that was before her, and the sounds you were making.

"Mmmm, Wanda, I think I'm...—"

"Oh? You're close?" She said with a smirk as she kept her pace.

The relief of her touch was capable to ignite your body's capacity to experience pleasure and find solace in the embrace of her fingers thrusting you deliciously. You were so close to feel it at its fullest expression when...

She pulled away in a teasing manner. All the satisfaction you were feeling at that moment, was nothing compared to the satisfaction Wanda felt when she did that merciless act of cruelty.

"Wanda... why the hell was that?" You exclaimed, growing desperate in a matter of seconds.

"Did someone just get frustrated?" She took the blindfold off you, just so you could see there was a huge smile on her face and her eyes were sparkling as well. She would not complain about a single second from all this.

"No, please, come back! Finish what you started!" You practically commanded her when she got out from the way. She arched an eyebrow, as a way to laugh at your attempt of giving her an order. "Please... I want you," you pleaded. "I could never dare to want someone else that isn't you."

She felt pretty satisfied by the fact that she didn't have to ask... you were already begging.

It only took just a little stimulation from her part to have you exactly where she wanted. Given how you were acting before, all confident, she expected at least a little more resistance. It was almost pathetic.

"Mhmm... what else?" She purred.

"Only you know how to please me, and touch me. Only you know what's best for me."

"That's right, baby. Mommy knows best," she agreed, with a very loving tone. "But you have to wait."

She grabbed your waist, and with a swift movement, positioned you all on four. Leaving you all exposed to her.

"Mmm, you look so pretty like that, baby," she praised you. Her gaze caressed your body, and she felt immediately captivated by your beauty. Every curve, every contour, every inch of your being held a profound allure to her. It was as if her eyes were tracing the lines of a masterpiece, each stroke deliberate and filled with admiration.

When you heard she went away from you, probably to get something else, you took a deep breath, prepared for whatever was coming. You were so willing to do whatever it took for Wanda to have pity of you and please you like you deserved.

She then began to pour some wax on your back, making you let out a whimper, both of surprise and of pain.

The initial contact sent a jolt of agony, making you acutely aware of every nerve of your being that screamed in protest. It was very painful, but it was still a good type of painful. Despite the fact that you were whimpering, Wanda knew... oh, she knew.

"I love to hear that, keep on taking the pain, you love every bit of it," she encouraged you.

She then entered you with just a few inches of her fingers, just a few inches, and she kept a very slow pace... torturing you, killing you, while she kept pouring the wax on your back with her other hand.

You eventually started crying. You really needed her. You desperately needed for her to finish what she started. But by the way she was behaving, it was a long time coming for that to happen.

The heat from the wax quickly spread, all across your back, intensifying the pain as it seeped deeper into your skin. The sensation was sharp, unrelenting, and seemed to magnify with each breath you took. However, in the midst of all the torture, you still found yourself enjoying the beauty of it all. The pain held a certain rawness and vulnerability that stirred something deep within.

She then blew the candle, and threw it somewhere, not caring if it broke, as if it fulfilled its only purpose so it no longer served her.

She turned you around, leaving you laying on your back again, she seemed so satisfied with the mess that she made you. Such a crying mess, needy for her touch.

"Please," you repeated weakly.

You felt a sharp cut on the inner corner your breast, and immediately felt the hot red liquid come out. You widened your eyes at that sudden action, but again, she knew... oh, she always knew.

Whenever you felt her hot tongue against your burning skin, as you stared in awe at the sight of her beautiful lips holding some drops of your blood... she was fully aware you never were able resist it. She was eager to reach your limit.

And so, you noticed how she approached the cut and with her mouth, she tasted the blood.

You really needed her, your cunt was throbbing and every inch of your body seemed to plead for her to have compassion.

"Oh, you are really a good example of what a good girl should be, aren't you?" She looked at you with innocent eyes, her mouth had blood in it, but she didn't seem to mind.

"PLEASE!" You shouted.

She then decided to put her fingers on the side of her mouth to wipe off the blood, "What makes you think you have earned it, huh?"

She did another cut, this time on your lower abdomen... really close to where you needed her the most. And again, she started to move her tongue around the cut she made.

"Damn it," you sighed. You weren't sure if you could have more of it. She knew exactly which points of your being to reach so you could have no choice but surrender to her.

You felt the coldness of the knife cut your inner thigh, and Wanda repeated the same process. She was so close, so close to your weak point.

"I need you..." you cried out, "Come on... I don't know how much of this I can take," I said. "Please."

"Is this you begging? Has mommy done enough?" She asked in a teasing tone, but she seemed really happy with that.

"I'm begging you," you said. "I'm begging you. You're the only one I want, the only one I need."

She then succumbed, she wasn't able to help herself when she heard all of this.

She looked at you and you saw the most satisfied expression you had ever seen on anyone, she was feeling so good right now, and she wanted to give you a reward for having made her feel so delighted with all your crying and pleading.

She went to the wardrobe again and she began to look for it. It was something special mommy had for you.

She put on a strap on, but it was a different one than the one she used on previous ocassions.

"Oh! Is that why you were warming me up?" You said, noticing it was bigger and thicker than anything you had ever seen before.

"Yes... is that a problem?" She questioned as she gave you a little wink.

"No, not at all," considering how desperate you were, you were willing to take anything, no matter how much it hurt, you needed her, you needed her so bad.

She moved a little bit closer to you now, "I can see you really know me, don't you?" She then said with a huge smile on her face, "You should know this is not all," she reached out to the drawer and pulled out a choking chain. She wasn't going to give you what you wanted just like that, you needed to endure just a little bit of pain if you really wanted it. And you truly wanted it, so you nodded as a sign to tell her that you would do anything if that meant she would finish what she started.

She positioned herself between your legs, took your tied wrists and lifted you so you could sit in her lap. She let go off you a little, so that, you could lower yourself and feel the tip of the huge strap entering you.

You moaned, so loud and so satisfied that you didn't care if you woke up the whole neighborhood. It was as if every cell in your body danced with joy, grateful for the exquisite pleasure that it brought.

"You are feeling it, aren't you?" She said with a sly smile. "Take your time, baby. I can wait."

You lowered yourself little by little. It still hurt, but thanks to the stretching up from earlier, and because you were all worked up, you could take it all in a matter of a few seconds.

"Oh, my darling... I'm really proud of you," she admired you with awe and adoration. With the marks that she had left in your skin, you became the embodiment of a living work of art in her eyes.

As soon as you got the whole strap inside of you, she positioned you under her so she could do all the work for you. You endured hells for it to happen, and it was just fair for her to reward you.

She started moving very slowly, but when she noticed how well you were taking her, she realized that she could gradually quicken her pace, while supporting herself with one hand as the other pulled the choking chain.

Her face was so close to you. You noticed how her pupils dilated and her eyes turned into an even darker shade of green, it was a clear sign that she was enjoying the sight before her, just your body in motion while she did her best to please you.

The way she moved, with fluidity and grace, was a testament to the beauty inherent in every gesture she made. It was as if she was a living sculpture, brought to life with a touch of divinity. You were so lucky to have her, and she was lucky to have you.

"Do you want me to go even harder?" Her raspy voice made itself present. Your moans and the way you said her name were music to her ears, and she needed to hear more of it.

You nodded.

She kept the fast pace, but her thrusts became more intense, adding way more force, making the bed make even more noise than it already was.

"Mmmm... I think I'm—" you said, barely formulating the sentence because you were occasionally being interrupted by your own moans.

"Go on... you are doing great!" Wanda encouraged you, pulling the choking chain even more. Her voice sounded more like a sigh, since she was covered in sweat and was moving so intensely she felt exhausted, but she wasn't going to stop, she wanted to please you.

"AAAAAHHHH!" You screamed as you finally came. It was an unmatched sensation, and only Wanda managed to make it unique every single time.

She stared at you. You looked so pretty, all marked and sweaty as your chest rose and fell in an attempt to recover your breath. What a masterpiece you were to her.

"How do you feel?" She asked, as she looked at you. She was also breathing very hard. This punishment had really exhausted her, and after you had realized that she wasn't going to do anything worse than what she had already done, maybe you were starting to relax too, and maybe you were starting to understand why she was so upset, before.

"I'm tired, mommy," you said. You proceeded to take the bedsheets and cover yourself. They were completely blood-soaked, however, you were too sleepy to mind. Wanda always managed to clean them and make them look as good as new.

She imitated your action, and got into the bed with you. Subsequently, with a small movement of her hand, she moved the switch so that the light was off. When there was still light invading the room, you both realized that it was already sunrise.

She took you into her arms, cuddling you, and then, she delicately held your chin with her fingers and made you look up.

She kissed you very affectionately, while she was caressing your cheeks with her slim fingers. She was trying to calm you down and to help you relax, because you really needed to, you had been punished so rough.

"I'm sorry, baby. I had to make you learn your lesson about treating me with such a lack of respect," she apologized when she pulled away from you, still breathing a little heavily.

"I'm sorry," you responded. You still hadn't changed your mind about not letting her control you, but it seemed right just to apologize for not being comprehensive enough.

"Oh, no, don't worry about that," she countered, smiling at you. "I was just a little bit angry, but it's done already," she seemed to be very happy, and she gave you one of her special affectionate kisses.

To her, you were more than just a stunning physical form, you were a tapestry of emotions, experiences, and dreams. The way you carried yourself, the kindness in your heart, and the strength in your spirit all contributed to the captivating beauty she always saw before her. That was why she was undeniably in love with you.

"My dear love," she whispered. "All mine."

[unbidden-yidden]

Hello friend!

Ahoy! You are now anonymous (because you asked so nicely and it's a valid question.)

G-d I wish I had a real answer for this. I think it depends on the person, but is this someone you feel like will be receptive to you approaching her with some vulnerability about how unsafe that makes you feel? Do you think she will listen to reason if you give her fact-based explanations for why that rhetoric is more antisemitic than it is helpful to the Palestinian cause? + your perspective and feelings on it? If so, it's worth a try if you are intent on maintaining a trust-based friendship.

If you don't think you'll be safe/you aren't really in a place to take the risk of vulnerability, I'd say you have a few choices:

Avoid her or at least talking about that with her for now, and talk to her later when some of the heat has died down on this issue. Admittedly, this is not optimal because it's way easier to apologize and backtrack when the stakes are low(er), but if you really work on it with her maybe you could rebuild some of that trust.

Stay friends but don't trust her with your safety (emotional or physical). Up to you about how you answer her if she notices and asks about this.

Cut ties at whatever speed you are comfortable with and don't tell her why. You can drift or just start avoiding her. That happens sometimes for non-political reasons.

Cut ties with her and tell her why you aren't interested in maintaining the relationship. That's obviously the most direct, confrontational version; if you go this route but don't want to have a fight about it, you could just say "hey - this really showed me that you do not value the lives and human rights of my people and therefore me, and so I no longer feel safe around you. I wish that was different, but it can't be fixed at this point because I can't trust you anymore." That's a tough lesson, but it's one some people need to learn.

Obviously none of that is ideal, but we're not working with ideal circumstances here unfortunately. Idk if other people have suggestions, but those are mine. I'm sorry you're in this position and hope that you have other supportive community no matter what you decide and how she responds.