#I am asking for privacy during this difficult time

[mysweetcheesemygoodtimeboy]

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[st4rfckerz]

Church Mouse | Priest!Anakin Skywalker x reader

word count: 4.0k

warnings: MDNI 18+, blasphemy, age gap (reader is in her 20s), mild manipulation, infedelity, pet names, dubcon, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, virginity loss, rushed ending dead dove do not eat

summary: After confessing your sins to the priest, he encourages you to talk to him privately.

The sun shone brightly outside the church windows, casting warm rays across the peaceful town square. Birds sang melodiously in trees lining the peaceful avenue leading to the church building. Inside, candles flickered gently, casting warm light on the ornate wooden pews filled with devoted parishioners.

Many attendees wore their finest clothes as they listened intently to Father Anakin's sermons, occasionally whispering prayers under their breath or reaching for their rosaries. The scent of incense mixed pleasantly with perfume and cologne wafting through the air.

"Today's lesson is about finding solace in our faith during difficult times, we have all faced trials and tribulations throughout life, but remember that God is always with us, guiding us through these dark moments," he paused dramatically, letting the words sink in before adding. "Just like how I am here for you all, If anyone needs guidance or support outside of church hours, please don't hesitate to visit me personally."

The crowd applauded politely, some even raising their hands in praise.

Anakin stood tall and proud in front of his congregation, his hands resting gracefully atop each other in prayer position. "But first, let us pray," he began solemnly. Everyone followed suit, kneeling on their knees, and bowing their heads in unison. He led them in a heartfelt prayer asking for strength and guidance throughout the week ahead. Your eyes were closed tightly as you prayed fervently, the beads of you rosary clicking softly in rhythm with each breath you took.

The prayer ends and you raise your head. Anakin's warm eyes met yours briefly before returning his gaze to the congregation. "Remember, my dear friends, if you ever need someone to turn to in times of trouble or doubt, I am here for you. Now, let us proceed with the sermon." He said softly yet firmly.

Anakin's sermon lasted well beyond the usual hour mark, his words resonating deeply within you. He talked about sin and repentance, forgiveness and redemption. Each sentence seemed tailored specifically for you, hitting hard at places you didn't even know existed. His voice was mesmerizing, lulling you into a trance-like state where all you could think about was him.

After thanking everyone for attending church today, Anakin announced that confessionals would remain open for anyone who needed to speak with him privately. He urged those waiting outside the confessional booths to enter one by one. People started lining up outside the confessional booths, waiting patiently for their turn to unburden themselves.

You hesitated briefly, unsure whether you should go or not.

Finally, mustering up courage, you walked slowly towards the nearest booth, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

You couldn't help but notice how many women seemed particularly entranced by Father Anakin; they hung onto his every word during sermons and lingered longer than necessary after Mass ended. Some even approached him directly after services, seeking personal guidance or counsel.

When it was finally your turn, you nervously stepped inside the dimly lit booth. The thick wooden panel separated you from him, giving you some semblance of privacy. You hoped no one could hear what you were about to say.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned." You begin timidly.

You could hear his soothing voice responding softly, "What is it my child? Remember, here you can speak freely without fear of judgment." His deep baritone reverberated through the wooden walls, making your knees tremble slightly.

Unsure of how to begin, you struggled to find the right words. Your voice trembled slightly as you managed to spit out the confession that had been weighing heavily on your mind for days now.

"I had an encounter with a boy and it was wrong," You explain. "He touched me Father." The admission felt like a heavy stone being lifted off your chest, but also brought forth a wave of guilt and shame.

Your heart raced faster than ever before, and you could feel sweat forming on your palms as they clutched tightly onto the confession railing.

Anakin's eyes narrowed slightly, a slight frown creeping onto his otherwise serene face.

His warmth radiated off him like a furnace, making you feel as if you were melting in his presence. "And did you enjoy it?" he asked bluntly, his tone laced with curiosity rather than judgment.

Slightly taken aback you respond meekly, "No sir."

After a brief pause, he continued, his tone becoming more commanding. "Meet me in my office once everyone has left." With that cryptic statement, you hear his door open, signaling the end of confession time. After gathering yourself, you cautiously left the booth and returned to the previously vacant pew.

As everyone else left the almost empty church, you sat in silence and waited. The sun casted a warm, golden light through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the pews surrounding you. It was only you and a woman only a few years your senior. The woman's eyes lingered on Anakin hungrily as she waited for him to acknowledge her presence

The woman, dressed in a somewhat modest dress and heels, stood in front of Anakin. They engaged in conversation for several minutes, their voices low enough that you couldn't make out what they were discussing. Anakin gave you a small nod towards the hallway leading to his office, indicating you should wait outside while he finished up with the other woman. Reluctantly, you stepped into the empty hallway, trying to calm your racing heartbeat. Every step felt like walking on eggshells, and every sound echoed loudly in your ears. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you reach his office.

With haste, you slip inside and shut the door. You sat nervously in the chair, trying to compose yourself as you waited for Anakin to finish his conversation with the woman. The office itself was tastefully decorated, featuring a large wooden desk with numerous religious trinkets and pictures of Jesus Christ adorning the walls. Bookshelves lined one wall, filled with volumes on religion, philosophy, and psychology. A large cross hung prominently above his desk, casting eerie shadows across the room.

The door creaked open, and Anakin stepped inside, closing and locking it behind him. His long legs striding confidently towards you as you remain sitting in your chair. Reaching out, he gently caressed your cheek with his warm palm, his fingers brushing against your jawline. His touch sent electric shockwaves through your body, making it hard for you to focus on anything but him.

"Did you enjoy today's sermon little lamb?" He asks softly.

"Yes Father," You managed to croak out, your voice cracking slightly. "It was very moving."

Anakin walks over to his desk and sits down across from you, his presence nearly overpowering as he leaned forward in his chair. His large frame loomed over you, making you feel small and insignificant yet simultaneously drawn to him.

"I noticed how attentive you've been during my sermons," he admitted with a slight smirk. "It's quite flattering, actually." You couldn't help but blush at his candid admission, feeling a strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement wash over you.

"Now, tell me more about this encounter you mentioned during confession," he said calmly, leaning forward slightly. His presence was suffocating yet strangely comforting, making it difficult for you to form coherent sentences. "What exactly happened between you and this boy?"

"W-well the other day me and this boy were studying together, and then he kissed me." you admitted sheepishly.

"Is that all he did?" Anakin pressed, his eyes boring into yours. His question caught you off guard, and you hesitated before answering truthfully.

"No sir, when we kissed he put his fingers...inside me." Your face flushed even brighter at your confession, and you felt heat rising in your chest. Anakin's expression remained unchanged, but you could feel the heat emanating from him intensifying.

"Was it consensual?" he asked bluntly, his eyes boring into yours.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. On one hand, you knew what you had done was wrong, but another part of you couldn't deny the thrill and excitement it brought you

"Yes Father," you whispered softly, barely audible above the ticking clock on his desk. You hung your head low in shame, tears threatening to spill over at the thought of betraying your faith. "But I didn't...you know." Anakin's brow furrowed slightly, his eyes searching yours intently. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze intensifying. Anakin paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully.

"You didn't have an orgasm." He stated bluntly, his tone devoid of judgment. You shake your head quickly, too embarrassed to speak again.

He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk, his forearms resting on his knees. His icy blue eyes bore into yours, searching for some hidden truth that you refused to admit. "It's natural for a young woman like yourself to be curious about her body and sexuality," he said matter-of-factly. "But remember, these desires must be channeled appropriately. God created us with these urges, but we must learn to control them."

Anakin rose from his chair, towering over you as he extended a hand towards his own seat. "Please, sit," he commanded softly, his voice carrying an underlying command that left no room for refusal. You hesitantly stood up and walked tentatively towards him, your heart racing wildly in anticipation of what was to come.

Anakin stood behind you as you sat in his big, leather chair. He opened a large, leather-bound Bible on the desk, flipping through the pages until he found a particular passage. "Read this passage aloud for me," he commanded softly, his hands resting lightly on the arms of the chair. "I believe it might resonate with you." You cleared your throat and began to read the passage about self control, giving it your best effort despite the heavy breathing behind you.

"2 Peter 1:4 Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature, having escaped the corruption in the world caused by evil desires." You read quietly. Anakin listened intently as you read the passage, his fingers lightly tracing circles on your nape and down your spine. With each touch, your brain became foggier, making it difficult for you to concentrate on the words written centuries ago.

"That's beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky. Anakin leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. "Do you understand what these words mean?" he whispers.

"Yes Father." You reply quietly. Anakin's fingers traced lower, brushing against your cleavage through your top. "Good girl," he praised, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Now, I want you to close your eyes and imagine that these words are being spoken directly to you by God Himself."

He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Imagine that He's telling you, 'My child, I love you unconditionally. You are mine, and no one else can ever take that away from you.' Do you feel it spreading throughout your body?" A surge of warmth washed over you like a tidal wave. It started at your feet and spread upwards, engulfing every inch of your body. You shivered in delight as goosebumps formed on your skin.

Anakin flipped the Bible page to another passage, his fingers brushing against yours lightly as he did so. "Now, read this one aloud for me, 1 Thessalonians 4:3-5" he commanded softly, his warm breath tickling your earlobe.

You obediently did as he commanded, trying hard not to focus on the growing arousal between your legs. You clear your throat and speak again.

"For this is the will of God, your sanctification: that you abstain from sexual immorality; that each one of you know how to control his own body in holiness and honor, not in the passion of lust like the Gentiles who do not know God."

As you read the passage, Anakin's lips traced slow, gentle kisses along your neck, his breath hot against your skin. Each touch ignited a fire within you, making it increasingly difficult to focus on the words written on the page. Anakin's lips reached your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin.

"You're still pure, aren't you?" he asked softly, nipping lightly at your earlobe. "No one has ever claimed you like this before?" His hand reaches down and slides underneath your skirt, brushing his knuckles against your wet, cotton panties.

"Yes." you managed to choke out, your voice cracking with desire. Your body arched into his touch, begging for more. You bit your bottom lip hard, trying to suppress the moan escaping your throat as he continued to tease and torment you. You felt your resolve crumble beneath his relentless assault on your senses. His words had substance, they seemed so full of meaning. You were mesmerized.

Anakin groaned lowly, his voice low and husky. "I knew there was something special about you, my church mouse," he whispered in your ear, his breath warm and intoxicating. Anakin's hand moved to the edge of your panties, his warm fingers pulling them to the side. His thumb teased your throbbing clit, circling around it slowly. "You weren't this wet when that boy touched you, were you?" he purred, his voice filled with satisfaction.

"N-no Father, I wasn't." you moan softly, unable to contain the growing need building inside of you. Anakin's fingers plunge into your aching cunt, moving in and out of your tight entrance slowly at first, his thumb still circling your sensitive nub. His breathing grew heavier, matching the rapid pace of your own as he continued to explore your most sacred parts.

"That's my girl," he praised, his voice laced with lust. "Feel how much you need me?"

You nodded vigorously, unable to form coherent words as his touch escalated. Each curl of his fingers inside your drooling cunt heightened your arousal, making it nearly impossible for you to concentrate on anything else. His touch was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before—it was both rough and tender, possessive yet caring. The combination of his power and gentleness left you feeling both terrified and exhilarated at the same time.

Soon your body tensed up, and you could feel your orgasm building rapidly. Anakin pulled his fingers out of your core just as you reached the brink of ecstasy, leaving you hanging on the edge of orgasm.

"No, why'd you stop?" you whine softly as you turn around to face him. You pouted, your lower lip quivering in frustration as he denied you the release you so desperately craved.

A smirk played at the corners of his lips. "Not yet, little lamb." he teased, his voice laced with power and control. Anakin stood up straight again, his erection straining against his pants. He pulled your chair back slightly, creating enough room for him to stand in front of you. His large frame loomed over you as he placed a hand on your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

Anakin's eyes bore into yours, searching for any signs of hesitation or deceit. "Do you pray every night?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded earnestly, unable to hide the truth from him. "Yes, Father. I pray every night before bed." Anakin knelt down in front of you, his broad shoulders framing your body. His hands moved to rest on your knees, his thumbs rubbing slow circles over your skin.

"What do you pray for? What do you ask of God?" Anakin asks softly, his eyes searching yours intently.

You glanced down at your lap, unable to meet his piercing gaze. "I ask for strength and guidance, mostly." you mumbled, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck.

Anakin's eyes narrowed slightly, studying your reaction. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his voice low and husky. "Good," His hand moved up your leg, lifting your skirt enough to expose your panty-clad pussy. "I can't help but notice how devoted you are during my sermons," he said, his voice dripping with false concern. "It would be a sin for me not to reward my favorite student.

With one swift motion, he yanked your panties down to your ankles, exposing your slick coated cunt to his hungry eyes. Anakin placed your leg on his shoulder, giving him better access to your now-exposed folds. His warm, wet tongue traced slow circles around your entrance before dipping inside, his tongue flicking against your sensitive spots with expert precision.

"Read again," he commanded, his voice mumbling against your warm flesh. "Proverbs 18:21."

You fumbled with the Bible, your hands shaking slightly as you tried to focus on the words written on its pages.

"The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit."

Anakin hums in approval against your mound, causing a rush of vibrations to flow through your body. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. Your grip tightened on his hair, pulling him closer, your nails scratching lightly against his scalp.

You whimpered, your body tensing up in anticipation of imminent orgasm. "Father, I-I feel it coming again." you managed to choke out between moans.

Anakin's hand moved to your entrance, two fingers slipping inside of you, stretching you wider. "That's it," he said, his voice low and husky. "Let go and let yourself succumb to His will."

A wave of pure ecstasy crashed over you, your entire body convulsed, and a string of lewd moans escaped your lips. Your orgasm was unlike anything you had ever experienced before—more intense, more powerful, and more fulfilling than any previous encounter. It felt as though the heavens themselves were opening up to claim your soul.

Anakin's tongue continued to lap up your juices, his eyes locked on yours as he savored the taste of your arousal. With a smirk, he stood up straight again, towering over you in all his glory. Anakin's eyes were ablaze with desire as he stood over you, his hardened cock straining against his pants.

"We're not quite done yet," he said, his voice low and raspy. "Stand up."

He reached down, undoing his pants and boxers in one swift motion, freeing his thick member from its confines. It stood tall and proud, glistening with pre-cum, its head flushed a deep crimson.

"Bend over," he ordered. Slowly, you stood up and turned around, your back facing him. Anakin's hands gripped your hips, positioning you over the desk. You felt his cock poking against your ass, and a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine.

Anakin's large, calloused hands gripped your firm ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them roughly. His fingers traced slow circles around your puckered entrance before moving lower, teasing your wet folds. He held his member in his other hand, rubbing the head against your entrance, teasing you mercilessly. "Do you still want this sweet girl?"

You gave a soft, breathy moan of approval, your hips wiggling slightly in anticipation. Anakin's hand connected with your ass cheek, a sharp slap that made you yelp in surprise.

"Speak up."

You cleared your throat, trying to regain composure. "Yes, Father." you finally managed to utter, your voice trembling with need.

"There you go." he coos his voice filled with faux sincerity. "Now, relax and let me take care of you." Anakin's cockhead pushed past your tight entrance, stretching you slowly but surely. A sharp cry escaped your lips as he began to thrust into you with deliberate slowness, his hips rocking back and forth in a rhythmic motion.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, nails digging into the wood as he claimed possession of you, filling you completely. After several deep thrusts, the initial pain subsided, replaced by an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Anakin's hands keep hold of your hips, holding you steady as he pounded into you, filling every crevice of your tight passage. Your moans turned into whimpers, becoming more desperate as he picked up speed, his tip kissed your sweet spot with precision.

"Thaaat's it, give yourself to Him, let him cleanse you." he managed to grunt out between gasps for breath.

Your hand slipped off the desk, accidentally knocking over a family photo frame that fell to the floor with a loud crash. Anakin didn't seem to notice or care, his focus entirely on claiming you, taking what he believed was rightfully his.

The tight coil in your stomach began to build up once more, and you knew it wouldn't be long now. You arched your back, your hips moving in sync with his, begging for release. His pace quickened, his breath hot against your neck as he growled out, "Cum for me angel, I know you're close." His words were like a trigger, sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

Anakin groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he felt your worn cunt clamp around him. With a final powerful thrust, he erupted inside you, filling you to the brim with his hot seed. His cock twitched and pulsed, draining every drop of his essence into you.

You collapsed against the desk, panting heavily, your entire body covered in sweat. Anakin leaned forward, his lips brushing against your shoulder. His cock slowly pulled out of your sore cunt, leaving you feeling empty and drained. He stepped back, admiring his work, his cock still semi-erect, dripping with your fluids. He extended a hand to help you steady yourself. Anakin turned to you, his eyes softening slightly. "Are you ok sweetheart?" he asked, concern etched on his features.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. " 'm fine," you managed to mutter, your voice hoarse.

"You did so good for me," Anakin panted, his eyes glazed over with fufillment. He helped you pull your panties back up your legs, his fingers brushing against your sensitive folds, causing a shiver to run through you.

Anakin sat back down in his chair, and motioned for you to sit on his lap. "Come here." he smiles. You tentatively approached him with wobbly legs, unsure of what he had in mind. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close, so you were sitting sideways on his lap, your legs draped over his thighs. Anakin placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, his breath tickling your scalp. You remained like this for a moment, both caught in your own thoughts.

Breaking the silence, Anakin spoke softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your arm. "I want you to know something angel," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I would never hurt you, physically or otherwise. Our interactions are between us and God's eyes alone." You nodded, still processing everything that had transpired.

"If anyone ever finds out about today, we won't be able to see each other like this again." Anakin's hand tightened slightly, his fingers digging into your skin. "Do you understand me?" he asked, his voice taking on a threatening edge.

You nodded solemnly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I understand Father."

Anakin placed another soft kiss on your head before resting his cheek against your temple, his hand still firmly holding you in place.

"Good girl." he whispered.

Your eyes wander off and you suddenly see a cross hanging on the wall, the sight of it immediately brought an uneasy feeling to you. It felt like it was casting a small ominous and disapproving aura.

Uncertainty and confusion warred inside you, but there was also a strange sense of belonging and connection.

As you stare longer you feel as if it's judging you and looking at you as if it is not happy with what you have been doing.

You remain in his arms, you felt an odd mix of emotions, the sense of euphoria and bliss you felt with Anakin being so tender with you was overshadowed by the feeling of something not being right. You feel a tinge of regret for what you took part in but a part of you wants to do it again.

Maybe next Sunday.

[melanieph321]

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS 3.0

(DAY 2)

Riccardo Calafiori x Reader - Difficult Part 3/3

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Part 1 Part 2

Reader is the media manager for Bologna FC and is reluctantly paired up to help Riccardo Calafiori with interviews after a badly played match.

Enjoy!

It was strange. You spent the weekend believing that you were fired from your job, only to receive a phone call on Monday from your boss, asking you to come fly to Milano with him.

"So....why am I here exactly?" You asked, all dressed up and in a full face set with makeup.

"What do you think, I need help with the press." He insisted.

The Bologna FC annual charity event was held in honor of the teams own foundation. Donations were made throughout the year, but the annual charity event was a chance for sponsors to meet the players and the recipients of the granted scholarships that the foundation offered.

"I get that part, but why did I have to dress up?" Your boss had been awfully specific during your phone call. Especially when it came to which hotel you would be staying at, along with what attire you should wear for the big event (high heels, black dress).

"Y/N, hasn't anyone told you that asking too many questions can be perceived as rude?"

"No. Asking questions is my job. Your job too."

"For God's sakes."

You were pulled aside. Your boss spoke to you in hushed tones. "Don't let tonight fool you. If it was up to me, you'd be long gone, fired for the shit you pulled last week. However, a certain player may or may not have refused to appear in front of the press tonight unless you were present."

"Huh, who?"

"Oh, please. Don't act coy with me. I should have known that it was more to you and Calafiori. No one has managed to get him to attend these things, let alone speak to the press about the teams work with the foundation. Just make sure that your relationship is kept under wraps until the end of the season, will you?"

"Wait, what?" You were as confused as you had ever been. "Riccardo refused to attend the event unless I did so too?"

"Here we go again, Riccardo, Riccardo. How about you stick to addressing him by last name while he's here."

"He's here?"

"Jupp. He's coming this way too."

You turned around at the exact moment that Riccardo spotted you from across the room. A smile lit up his face as he set out to approach you.

"Just remember what I said." Your boss whispered. "Keep whatever is going on between you away from the press."

"How many times must I tell you? Nothing is going on between me and...."

"Y/N!"

"Riccardo!" At the moment of his appearance, your boss gave you one last stern look before slipping away.

"You made it." Riccardo said, sounding genuinely happy to see you. You had never seen him so dress up either, with his hair brushed back and set behind his ears. "I was hoping that your boss received the email that my assistant sent him."

"Yeah, about that. You were already quite set off from the crowd. However, you took the initiative to look for more privacy. Thankfully, Riccardo respected your wishes, following you into an empty salon decorated with flower ornaments and a grand piano.

"Is there anything you wish to tell me?" He asked, speaking to you with unrecognizable grace, as if the two of you were strangers yet acquainted.

"Yeah, please tell me whatta he'll is going on?"

He frowned.

"I was fired last week." You exclaimed. "From the shit you pulled at the press conference."

Riccardo regarded you curiously, a sly smile on his lips.

"And don't tell me that you haven't had a say in me being here, because my boss just told me that you do."

"I do?"

"Yes, you do. So please, for once, be honest with me."

"Honest?"

"Yes, be honest."

"Honestly....last week made me feel like shit. Not the part where I told those journalists to fuck off. They sincerely deserved that."

Your arms folded as you rolled your eyes.

"But, I do regret getting you fired Y/N. When I noticed you missing during the post interviews of last night's game, I realized that I fucked up and needed to make things right."

"And so you brought me here, to Milano?"

"Yes."

"But, why?"

"To apologize of course."

"Well, apology accepted. Can I go now?"

"Y/N, wait."

It was the first time that you touched. Riccardo, despreatly grabbing a hold of your wrist as you turned your back on him. "Don't leave." He said. No. Demanded.

You turned back around to find his eyes shamelessly eyeing you up and down.

"I cant't belive you wore it."

"Wore what?" You frowned.

"You're boss is a real push over, you know that right?"

"I do, but in what way are you..."

He pulled you towards him. With his hand around your wrist, you stumbled forward, Riccardo catching you in his arm. "He's a real bitch."

Your faces were inches apart. The tip of your nose, the bridge between your touching lips. You smiled. "I've never heard a grown man call another man a bitch before."

He smirked, a hand reaching to remove a hairstrand from your face. "Well, get used to it, baby. You're with me now."

"God, you're so difficult to work with."

"Difficult to work with, but easy to get in bed. There's always two sides to a coin."

"Oh, just shut up and kiss me already."

It was done in relief. The smacking lips and groping hands were all done to finally release the intense sexual tension between you. It had always been there, underlying, knocking on the surface. Riccardo felt it, and so did you. Hey, even your boss jinxed it. Now, the two of you were pushed up against a grand piano with Riccardo's large frame hovering over yours as he lifted you up and laid you down on top of it.

"Fuck me."

"Don't you want to me to play with you first?"

"Play? I'm a grown woman."

He laughed and proceeded to bend down and kiss you, his lips wet and soft against your own.

Who knew that all that hot-headed temper would be put to good use. Riccardo was a fair enough football player but an even better lover. He insisted on taking care of you first, refusing for you to reach for his belt. At least not until he had you arching your back on top of the piano, begging him to stop eating you out.

"No." He chuckled, as you squirmed on top of the piano.

"Please. I'm making a mess."  Being a mess was the correct term. Once Riccardo detached his lips from between your legs, you made the effort to pat down your tousled hair, as well as wipe off any smudge lipstick.

"I hate you." You said. To which he grinned.

"No, you don't. I'm just difficult to work with."

Part 1 Part 2

[hatoheart]

hey so I’ve said before I prefer to keep my blog a drama free place but

Oh well. It’s my blog and I can break my own rules as I see fit lol.

My background with Lily Orchard: I had been a fan since about summer 2019 (20 years old, I was born December 12, 1998) and had heard her talk about the various abuse she claims to have gone through throughout her life. With no reason to believe otherwise, I just accepted this. I bought into everything she said when allegations came out against her because I had already anchored my beliefs to things she’d said. It’s hard to dismantle beliefs that are so ingrained in you.

In June 2024 I made a tumblr post asking for actual evidence, and to be fair, I had plenty of people come to me in good faith. Unfortunately, I was unwilling to believe a lot of what I was sent, parroting the same excuses for them I’d heard Lily use. I like to think of myself as someone who’s objective and looks at things from every side, and yeah, I’ll fully admit I was not doing that at all here. I got dunked on a bit, rightfully so.

I was a member of Lily’s Patreon server from June-September 2024 (I only just joined Patreon itself in June 2024). I started as a $1 Patron before bumping up to a $5 Patron for access to the Patron chat. I wouldn’t say I was especially close to Lily, I certainly wasn’t part of her “inner circle”, and got reprimanded by her a few times for various minor things, but ultimately she trusted me enough to let me into the private “server regulars” chat she implemented a week or so before I left.

The first major crack came when she used me venting in her stream chat about my beef with KP as an excuse to drop her and Sai’s full names. I did not at all endorse that and was actually quite pissed at her for doing that. I value my privacy a lot, and I try to extend that courtesy to everyone else I come across online. I’ve got plenty of good friends online and I couldn’t tell you the real-life names of about 90% of them.

Ultimately, the incest game folder was the major incident that got me thinking. She did her best to debunk it, but it was just… such a flimsy excuse? It seemed like she was desperate to cover it up. I don’t know, I’d bought into plenty of things she’d said in the past, but this seemed… unbelievable. So after spending a few days conflicted, I looked back into the evidence I’d been given months prior. And it was… a lot. I lashed out at some people trying to help me during this time, and blocked someone who’d been very cordial to me in DMs. I was stuck. I didn’t know what to believe. I suppose you could say this was my breaking point.

Ultimately the evidence did prove overwhelming, so on September 13th, 2024, I quietly left Lily’s community. No big statement, no fuss, just quietly retracted my Patreon sub, unfollowed on tumblr, and unsubscribed on YouTube. I’ve been quiet for the past month, give or take.

And man, has hindsight been 20/20.

She frames everything as “my boundaries tho” so that she can excuse being rude to her fans. She consistently denies Tara Callie/Stockholm and other wrongdoings without any proof to back up her claims.

I’ve watched KP and Courtney’s videos. I’ve looked at Britt’s evidence. I’ve privately made amends with all three of them.

I had already planned on watching Joon the King’s video when it released. I was a fan of his prior and figured if he was covering Lily… then there must be something I was ignoring.

Part of the reason it can be so difficult to look into Lily’s past is because the resources aren’t neatly gathered in one place. Joon’s video does just that. An easily digestible resource for people to get the gist of who she is.

And I’m sorry to anyone I may have hurt on her behalf. I am not claiming to be innocent here, I knowingly dug my heels in while claiming to want evidence, and then refused to look at it. I’m sorry for the rancid shit I’ve said and done to people in defense of Lily.

But I’ve opened my eyes. I’ve stopped hiding from the truth.

I’m not going to discuss this further, as I’ve said I prefer to keep my blog a fairly lighthearted place for me to hyperfixate and shitpost. I’m not interested in dunking on Lily or harassing her (please don’t harass her), but just being transparent and letting everyone know where I stand as of right now. This needed to be said eventually.

[laraali8]

Please help me and my family from this damn war and help me spread my campaign and donate for us🥺🍉

●Hello everyone, I am Lara, 20 years old, studying software engineering👩‍💻. I was supposed to be in my third year and I was about to become an engineer until the damned destruction came and destroyed our lives, our future and our memories...

I want to share with you my story and my family's in this war🥺🍉💔

●In October, my family and I were displaced after the occupation spread leaflets and asked us to evacuate to the south. My family and I were displaced to Nusairat in a school and lived there for 3 months (where we lived 50 people in one row, imagine the number of people!! There was no privacy, no comfort, no sleep due to the heavy shelling. We also suffered from a flour crisis and a lot of suffering...)

●Then the school became unsafe. The occupation threw leaflets to evacuate the school and bombed and shelled us. Then we were displaced to Khan Yunis and spent days sleeping in the street until they donated a tent for us

(you know what it means for 8 people to live, my mother, father and sisters in a small tent... and here begins another suffering for my family, where there is no privacy, no cleanliness, no None of the necessities of life were present)

●We stayed in Khan Yunis for two months until the occupation used the tents of the displaced and our tent was hit by shrapnel, and my sisters and I sustained serious injuries. Then another suffering begins with displacement to another place. We were displaced to Deir al-Balah in a nylon tent on the beach that did not protect us from the cold of winter, the harsh air, the rain, the insects, or anything else.

《 At that time, our neighbor heard the news that the occupation had completely destroyed our neighborhood. Our house was destroyed, and with it our dreams, our children, and our future were destroyedAnd now we are homeless》

● Now we are suffering from high prices of food, flour, and detergents. We live on the tekke. We have no source of income (because my father's profession before the war was daily, and now he has lost his job and cannot work because he has become ill).

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[spectersgirl]

"Harvey is dating a really famous actress or singer (like Taylor Swift). People think he's just a playboy but Harvey and her has been secretly been dating for a while but kept it a secret due to her fame. Maybe have a relationship reveal when he shows up at her concert or Harvey introduces her during a company holiday party."

I got this request in my messages! I love this prompt because I'm currently loving the Taylor Swift Travis Kelce moment going on.

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If You're Ready, I'm Ready

Harvey Specter x Reader

You peeked out the window of your large Manhattan apartment, waiting to see a particular black Lexus pull up out front. You were one of the most famous musicians in the world, which sometimes could mean rather unpleasant interactions, so to see your boyfriend, New York's most respected lawyer Harvey Specter, you had to sneak around at night. The stakes of it all were exhilarating, despite how difficult it could sometimes be. It was sexy, it was fun, and it reminded you of sneaking out as a teenager.

When you finally did see the car, you couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face. You quickly threw on a baseball cap and sneakers, trying to look as normal as you possibly could before calling the elevator to head downstairs.

The driver was waiting at the back door of the car, one hand on the handle when you got there. The windows were almost completely blacked out, so you didn't know your boyfriend was waiting for you in the car too.

"Surprise, beautiful." He said, a dazzling smile on his face. He pulled a bouquet of flowers from the seat next to him and handed it to you once the car door was closed.

You placed a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes for a moment before kissing him deeply.

"These are gorgeous, what're they for?" You asked once you pulled away.

"They're just a little something to show you how proud I am of you. You sold out MSG, that's a huge deal!"

You smiled softly, blushing. The butterflies in your stomach erupted like crazy. Harvey meant the world to you, and hearing he was proud of you made your heart swell in your chest. You weren’t used to guys actually caring about you. You’d gone through your fair share of fuckboys and clout chasers in your time, but Harvey was… completely different.

With the guys that had come before, you'd gone too public too quickly, giving you the reputation of that girl that dates around and can't keep a man. The reality of it was that you were simply looking for your person. Despite the facade he puts on in his work and the decently large number of girls he’d been with in his past, Harvey was a really great guy. He always went at your pace, showed you how proud he was of your successes, and was a total gentleman.

You had finally decided that you were ready to take away that little bubble of privacy you'd hidden behind for the last year since meeting Harvey. You were tired of the sneaking around and hiding him away. You finally wanted to show him off to the world, show everyone you were, in fact, capable of picking a good one. The truth of it all was that you were scared. Scared for him, scared for you, scared for what it could all mean for your relationship. Once the public knew about him, they’d never leave him alone. You sighed slightly, a sad smile replacing your formerly happy one. You wished it didn't have to be like this, and you knew Harvey didn't mind doing whatever you felt was best, but you didn't want to lose him because you had to keep hiding. You were snapped out of your thoughts when his hand softly stroked your upper leg.

“Hey, what’s wrong Y/N? Did something happen?” Harvey asked, genuine worry taking over his features.

“Oh, no. It’s… I’m fine. I'm just thinking about how I think... I think I'm ready. Want to show everyone how sweet and handsome my man is.” You told him, absentmindedly rubbing the top of his hand.

“Y/N, any time you want to do that, you know I’m on board. Whatever you’re comfortable with, I’m down for.” He reassured.

"I know, and I love and appreciate you for that, I'm just scared. Once they find out about you... they'll never leave you alone. They'll be all over you all the time, and not just because they'll see how handsome you are" You said, trying to curb your own worries.

It was Harvey's turn to give you a sad smile now. He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head, softly rubbing your arm in comfort.

"Honey, to be honest with you, I really don't care. I love you, that's all I care about. Whatever happens out there, whatever they do to me, doesn't affect what we have. Okay? I want what you want, so if you're ready, I'm ready. If you want to wait, that's okay too."

You had tears falling down your cheeks now, he was really the most perfect man you'd ever met. He brought a thumb up to wipe your tears away.

"These are happy tears I hope?" He said, a teasing grin on his face.

You nodded, giggling.

"That they are. I just don't know how I got so lucky. You've been so good to me, I just love you so much. Thank you for being patient with me."

"Every bit of you is worth the wait. No matter how long the wait is." He said, placing a kiss on your lips.

Once you pulled away, slightly breathless, you got an idea.

"Hey, I have a red carpet this weekend, would you want to come with me?" "Y/N, are you asking me to be your date?"

"That depends on what your answer is"

"Of course I'll be your date. I'll wear my best tux, I wouldn't want the world thinking you're dating some slob in an ill-fitting suit."

This made you laugh, knowing how seriously Harvey took his attire.

"I wouldn't expect anything less, my love. Now come here and kiss me again"

"Your wish is my command, my pretty girl."

[awoogayanderes]

SLOW DANCING WITH THEM

➪ requests : “Slow dance with tecchou and anyone else you wants please ^^” - anonymous

➪ characters : Tecchou Suehiro, Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Fyodor Dostoevsky

➪ other notes : i love this prompt so i added a bunch of characters, some characters may be ooc, apologies

Tecchou Suehiro :

- tecchou isn’t really a dancer per se, he just doesn’t have the time for it

- but when you asked him to dance with you at a wedding, he couldn’t refuse you

- despite what i said before, he’s not that bad of a dancer

- he stepped on your toes a bit but other than that, he went with the flow

- he can’t help but look at you in awe, a small blush spreading though his face

- “ow tecchou,” you wince as he stepped on you

- “i’m sorry honey,” he apologizes, pulling you closer to him

- “i didn’t think you’d say yes,” you say as you touch the three spots under his eye

- “i’ll always say yes to you,” he mumbles and you smile

- this is probably one of the only times where he’s completely focused on you and not small details around the world

Osamu Dazai :

- what doesn’t this bastard know what to do

- something deep in my soul tells me that he likes to salsa dance

- anyways, this was after the ada defeated the guild, during the boat party

- when a romantic song started playing, dazai grabbed your hand lifting you up

- he loves having these soft and quiet moments with you despite his chaotic personality

- “i didn’t know you were such a good dancer,” you tease as he twirls you around

- “i couldn’t help myself with how ravishing you look tonight,” he flirts

- “thank you ‘samu, for everything,” you say getting slightly sentimental

- he hums smiling as he gives you a soft kiss as the song ends

- he’s honored to have you in his arms, twirling you, even if these moments are rare, he’s always willing to show you he cares even if its through odd ways

Chuuya Nakahara :

- he has two left feet when he’s sober, but when he’s drunk he can dance for hours

- my god this man sweats when he dances

- the port mafia decided to throw a celebration after a successful difficult mission

- after a few (many) glasses of wine, he asks you to dance with him, more like forces you to dance with him

- you’re pulled closer to him as a slow song starts playing, “hmph” he hiccups

- “i can tell you’re having fun,” you take his hat and put it on your own head

- he clicks his tongue at the action before saying “i’m just loosening up, since you always tell me i’m being uptight or stiff”

- “well i’m not wrong am i?” his cheeks turn into a bright pink when you peck him on the lips

- as the song ends, he carefully dips you, giving you a proper drunken kiss

- even when he’s drunk, he just wants to sweep you off your feet, his mind only being clouded with you as your body radiates heat to him

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa :

- if you think this man can dance, you’re fooling yourself silly

- he has no rhythm, even if its slow dancing

- he was very hesitant accepting your idea of dancing, even in the privacy of your own home with all the curtains shut

- you’d think he’d want some type of music, wrong, he tells you he wouldn’t be able to concentrate which leads both of you to dance in silence

- “you can breathe you know,” you quietly say as you notice your boyfriend’s awkward stance

- “i don’t know what joy you find in this,” he says but now he’s more relaxed

- “i just like doing things with you,” you say smiling as you touch his hair lightly

- “the hell you put me through,” he says despite his hands tightening on you

- “thank you ryū,” you smile as you pull him closer to you, enough to hear his fast heart

- he wants to try new things for you, he tries to be a better boyfriend and even if it’s just dancing, if it makes you happy, he’s satisfied

Fyodor Dostoevsky :

- surprisingly this man knows a thing or two about dancing, he’s not completely clueless

- i feel like this would be one of the few things he does to show he still cares about you

- sometimes passing the time in a closed off place is hard for you, and fyodor knows that so why not humor both of you

- “milaya?” he offers his hand when tchaikovsky starts playing

- “fedya, i don’t think we can slow dance to this,” you say as the music starts getting more intense

- “anything is possible when you put your mind to it my dear,” he says, spinning you

- “you’re awfully romantic today fedya,” you say as he dips you to the after climax of the song

- “am i?” he says in a teasing tone questioning you but smiling

- once you pull him closer to you, his face can’t help but feel hot, not used to this feeling

- fyodor loves you, he does, he just sucks at expressing it, so he resorts to actions like dancing that feels intimate

[siddyyyyyyyy]

University Romance

Johnny 'Soap' McTavish x fem!Reader

part four; three, two, one

!MDNI!

wc: 2.1 K

summary: You and Johnny are two professors at a university, and he often catches you working late in your office. Also, you're just really good friends and there's probably more to it.

warnings: 'crazy' chemistry professor Soap, no y/n used, Johnny and Reader are about the same age, hickeys, oral (fem receiving)

a/n: welcome to the final part of it! decided to spoil you guys a little bit with smut, I'm tired from their constant pining, so here you go. Enjoy!

The restaurant looked actually really cosy from the outside as you‘re waiting for Johnny to arrive. After not even a minute, he shows up and looks absolutely handsome. You don‘t remember the last time you‘ve seen him in more formal clothing, the formal yet casual attire brings out his well-sculpted muscles. Trying not to stare, you pretend to check your phone for any messages before he is right in front of you, tapping your shoulder with a small smile.

»You there? Please don‘t tell me you‘re gonna spend the entire time looking at your phone. You‘re gonna miss out on the view.«

What is he doing to you? Is this on purpose? Is he still standing in front of you? Judging from the way his subtle cologne still wavers in the air, he is still standing right in front of you. With a small sigh to ease your nerves, you put your phone away into your purse, mustering your eyes at him.

»Relax, I‘m not missing out on our hangout.« You answer back with a small smile and notice his expression falter for a moment at your words. He recovers quick though, and you both get inside the new restaurant, being greeted by dim lights that create a warm and cosy atmosphere around. The waiter leads you both to a table for two in a far corner, glad you can have some sort of privacy in that corner.

You were about to sit down when he gets behind you, pulling the chair out for you, doing the overly cheesy gentleman move. It forces a small chuckle out of you, trying to tell him that you can do this yourself, but he doesn‘t care. You really try not to think too much about it and just see it as a friendly way of messing with each other, but he seems completely serious about it.

Okay, you are confused. He is claiming he will pay for everything tonight, so don‘t bother taking your purse out at all. What is this about? Did he do something and is trying to cover it up by being so sweet? There‘s no way, he is doing too much.

»Sorry, did I miss something? What is this all about?«

You finally manage to ask during the dinner, the food on the table being the only thing actually calming your nerves and making it seem like a normal hangout to you.

»What? Nothing, what do you mean? I‘m just treating you tonight.«

Obviously, you don‘t buy it and tilt your head at him, making him purse his lips almost sheepishly.

»Okay, be honest, Johnny. You‘re being too sweet right now.«

Your table falls into a brief moment of silence; the background noises from the other guests eating and talking fill the silence softly.

»I‘m.. I am bad at this, but I actually tried to ask you out. Back then, at your dad after the grill. This was supposed to be a date, but I guess I didn‘t express myself correctly.«

Processing his words is difficult. He tried to ask you out, and you were too stupid to realise. This is your love life, wow. It could also very well be a very bad romcom. It‘s humiliating, really.

»We don‘t need to pretend this is a date though, I probably overstepped with being… so overbearing.«

»No! No, don‘t apologise, I should be the one to apologise. Actually, now that I think about it, I missed so many signs...«

Johnny‘s heart beats probably faster than a racing car drives as he listens to you, trying to focus on the words you say instead of focussing on how gorgeous you look in the dim light right now. Finally, he snaps back and tries to reassure you, a sheepish and dorky smile threatening to form on his face.

»It‘s totally fine, I‘m a patient man after all.« His audacity to throw a little tease into this is unmatched. But it helps to ease the tension and bring a small smile onto your face, looking down to your lap for a moment.

»So, this was a date all along?«

He nods slowly at your question, watching your reaction closely as he does so. You‘re not sure who is more nervous at the moment, feeling like a high school couple right now.

»Well, if you‘re not comfortable- «

»No, no, I‘m okay with that! Promise.«

Johnny smile brightens, and for a moment, he is unsure of what to do or say next. The silence doesn‘t last long though, as you get to talk more freely with each other once it‘s settled, feeling butterlies across your whole body the entire time. It‘s such a nice feeling to know someone you certainly cherish and care for feels the same about you and probably even more. The rest of the dinner is spent with more loving looks and soft gazes, lingering touches on each other‘s hands over the table, resulting in following him back to his home.

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Big hands cup your thighs, lifting you up and carrying you to his bedroom, not wasting any time on exploring your soft lips with his own. He doesn‘t care that he is being a little messy with you, it feels perfect and right to be with you like this. With a soft thud, you land on the cushions of his bed, enveloping you in the faint scent of his cologne and the distinct smell of the musky but inviting smell of him. It‘s enough to get you going even more, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck to keep him as close as possible while making out. Your lips move against the other in a rather frantic rhythm, subtle sounds of lips smacking echoing in the dark room.

With a small sigh, he breaks the kiss and trails his lips down your throat; leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on your delicate skin. You loose your grip around his neck, trailing your hands down his arms, all the way to his shoulder blades. It leaves goosebumps and electrifying shockwaves through him, resulting in him groaning lowly against your neck. That, however, only caused for you to shiver lightly and attempt not to hum back in response.

His kisses trail down to your collabones, gently gracing his teeth against the sensitive skin before tugging at your collar and works on unbuttoning your shirt. Of course you let him, helping him with the process, starting to get impatient and wanting more from him. His touch is addicting, his scent is intoxicating and the way he feels against your body… you can‘t get enough.

Soon, you are both almost fully exposed, Johnny hovering over you again, and trying to keep at least a little of his sanity under control.

»Tell me, how bad do you want me?«

»Johnny, not now...« You sigh out, hands trailing up his well-built chest, sounding way more needy than you wanted to be.

»Impatient, hm? Just tell me you need me. Please.« He also sounds more desperate than you‘ve ever heard him speak, especially to you. What he demands only makes your cheeks grow even more rosy, putting on a darker tint of pink across your face. Thankfully the room is fairly dark, even though you wish you could see more of him.

»Need you, Johnny...now.«

It seems like he crumbles at your words, resting his forehead against your shoulder before he collects himself and moves down your body.

»Fuck, always wanted to hear tha‘ from you.« He mutters as he traces his hands down your bare sides, settling down between your legs and gently pries them apart. You lean up on your elbows to watch, feeling another rush of adrenaline at him being right in between your legs, feeling his hot breath against your legs and aching core.

His fingers tease at the seam of your panties, eyes focused on your whole form. The material of your panties are more than soaked after all the making out and hot touches across your body, not sure how long you will last with him like this.

Your thighs are being pushed back with his hands after discarding your last piece of clothing, laying down flat on your back for him. He wants as much access as possible on you, humming lowly at the sight of your dripping cunt. A sharp gasp leaves you as soon as his tongue meets the sweet and messy bundle of nerves, bucking your hips into him without meaning to. More gasps and pants leave you as he gets more intense, his tongue pushing and putting more pressure against you, making you a breathless mess underneath him. You grip tightly onto his sheets, thighs trembling around his head.

He seems like a madman, thirsty for any amount of slick he can slurp from you, the sounds becoming more obscene and embarrassing for you. Johnny doesn‘t mind one bit, in fact he seems to be enjoying this more than you. Finally getting to taste you, smell you, please you as he dreamed of.

His big hands tighten their grip around your thighs, making sure you don‘t clamp your legs around his head and suffocate him. Even when he would be more than happy to die that way…

It feels like you are growing closer to edge, moans getting high-pitched while one hand finds his head, urging him to keep going.

Johnny groans against you, nose nudging against your clit as his tongue works on you and brings you over the edge. With a final thrust of his tongue, you gasp and clamp around nothing, your grip around the sheets being even stronger than before. You become a babbling mess, thanking him and saying something about feeling good while you bask in the shockwaves of the climax, moaning and shaking under him.

Johnny lets you ride out your high on his tongue, probably as satisfied as you, if not more. He cleans up any cum that drips from you, making sure there is nothing left, even when he still wants to lap at you even then.

»You okay?« He asks more softly and massages your thighs gently, watching your fucked out expression as come down from your high. You can‘t respond verbally, but you give him a thumbs up, receiving an amused snort from him. He moves off from between your legs and settles on the bed beside you, brushing out some hair sticking to your forehead.

Once he lays down beside you, you realise that only you received pleasure. You want to make him feel good too.

»We can… go on. If you want.« Johnny snaps out of his stare, his hand still resting by your stomach as he traces small circles into it.

»No need to. I don‘t have any protection with me anyway.«

You‘re not sure why, but you feel slightly disappointed at his words. But that he is responsible enough and neglects his own pleasure for both of your safety is enough to warm your heart again in a strange way.

You end up falling asleep after he cleans the mess up from between your legs, cuddling up in each other‘s arms, under the comfort of his blanket. And that was probably the best sleep you‘ve ever had, safe in his warm embrace after he took such good care of you.

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The next morning, you wake up to Johnny sleeping over your whole body, legs entangled with yours, and arms trapping you underneath him. You trail your hands up and down his back, nails lightly scratching against his bare skin, which causes him to stirr lightly.

After some longer moments, he seems to finally wake up and shift on top of you to get comfortable again.

»You are heavy.« You mumble out from underneath him, making him let out a groggy groan as he rolls off you but keeps his arm over your middle. The room is quiet again, save for the slow and gentle breathing from both of you.

»What time is it?« Johnny huffs out as you crawl over him to his nightstand, taking a look at the digital clock on it.

9:53 AM

No way. You overslept. Both, for that matter.

»John- Johnny, c‘mon, we need to get ready.«

You urge hushed, shaking his shoulder with your hand as you sit up beside him. He doesn‘t move as much though and only grumbles something under his breath before he searches his hand for you. He manages to grip your thigh gently, squeezing softly in a lazy attempt to calm you.

»Relax… no one cares anyway, and you never missed a day before.«

He mumbles softly, still laying on his stomach, but eyes on you. ----

Redcrest High University, Monday 9:53 AM

»Seems like those two won‘t appear today, huh?«

»Finally. I was getting sick just from watching Mctavish‘s puppy eyes. Good thing they are catching a break.«

Professor Garrick answers to the biology prof, earning a nod from the other. ----

Johnny‘s bed, Moday 9:54 AM

You soften at his touch and words, sighing out and finally settle down beside him once more.

»Don‘t tell me you wouldn‘t want to spend more time with me and instead go to work.« He shifts to get closer, pulling you close to his chest. His words make you shake your head, nuzzling into him in return.

»Wouldn‘t dream of it.«

You mumble back softly to him, making him smile and squeeze your waist with his arms.

a/n: I really hope you enjoyed this very small series, I didn't plan on writing some smut, but decided it would only be fair and also wanted to try out how well I can write that (it was really hard typing with one hand okay). thanks for reading!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not texting my friend?

To be clear I have no intention of cutting off this person, I will not block or ghost them, and if they text me I WILL answer and not be dry or lame about it.

I just won't be the one to start any conversations.

Moving on:

The story is super complicated but I'll try to keep it coherent.

Three people in the story (fake names):

Me (20)

Alex (16) - friend

Luck (16) - younger sibling We are all the same gender.

Something to keep in mind about me: I have always been very sheltered, naive and distracted, people have told me so and the more I learn the more I realize how ignorant I am. So I have very little experience, perception and knowledge of worldly things. This makes it difficult for me to keep up with people my age and I spend most of my focus on stories I like to write. It's not an excuse for anything and I'm actively working to be better.

Something that doesn't contribute much to the story but may be nice to know: Pretty much everything happens online, I've only met Alex in person like 4 times for birthday parties and stuff.

Now the story: I met Alex three years ago during covid when I was doing school online (I was 17 and Alex and Luck were 13). I was introduced to Alex through my younger sibling. Luck added me to a group chat with a bunch of their classmates, and I got popular really fast. Alex took a particular liking to me, because they thought i was funny and we had many of the same hobbies. So Alex was the first of Luck's friends to start a chat with me directly. Alex was always online and so was I, so we ended up talking alot, like all the time. I noticed Luck got kind of jealous, and that was when I began to wonder if the friendship was right, but I did nothing about it.

Eventually Alex and I started writing a story together, it's something I try to do with all of my close friends and we got really into it. A big rule that I have is that the real world and fiction are separate, under no circumstances are they to entertwine, especially emotionally (ex. I have never and will never insert myself in a story or daydream, not even if reality sucks for me at that time) Alex was different, they got attached to the characters. So there I am, obsessed with progressing the story's plot, and I kill off one of my characters. Alex expresses discontent, but not much. It's through Luck that I find out later that Alex had been crying about it for days. I felt bad and brought the character back, and life went on.

A year and a half into our friendship and Luck seems to have gotten over her jealousy, while Alex and I spend more time writing and focusing on the story than anything else. There are some signs in the rare times that Alex and I talk about life that it become apparent that Alex is going through a rough time, but I don't think too much about it since the story is all that's on my mind. On top of this there's school and whatever.

One day Alex starts asking for breaks from story writing and plotting, and I agree without a fuss. It gets me thinking a bit more, and after a couple more days during a conversation about the real world Alex sends a long paragraph about how horrible things are. (I won't explain what exactly these horrible things were for privacy reasons) Now I realize how inconsiderate I've been so far and I tell Alex that I'm there to support them in whatever they need. I spend pretty much all of the next year texting them every hour of every day and this is what happens:

At the beginning of our friendship our conversations flowed wonderfully, we shared our achievements and showed genuine interest in each other's lives. But things changed and by this point In the story our conversations go like so:

Me: (asks a question) Alex: (responds) Me: (reacts to response) Alex: (dry response) -Repeat infinitely-

Aside from that we would always say goodnight and Goodmorning to each other.

One time. Only one. Alex texted me asking for help and I didn't see the message until hours later. I never really forgave myself for that.

At this point I'm 19 and Alex is 15, and it suddenly crosses my mind how our friendship might be perceived by others. I considered Alex another younger sibling, but with all the crazy things happening in the world I wondered what others would think. In the end I concluded that Alex needed me and it didn't matter. So life goes on. My entire life revolves around helping Alex, when I'm not texting them I am worrying, my own problems come second. My whole family thinks I'm addicted to my phone. I'm always tired and stressed. The stories were put on pause.

Time passes and soon I'm turning twenty. I'm starting to think I can't do it anymore, our friendship has turned kind of codependent (I didn't even know what that was until a month ago). I consider ghosting many times, changing my number, blocking, but only for a couple minutes at a time and I always hate myself for thinking it afterwards. I keep talking to Alex, but sometimes I'll answer a bit slower. Let them wait 3-5 minutes instead of 1-2, if I really steel myself I can hold back for 7 minutes.

One day without warning Alex doesn't text me at all. They've dissapeared before but never without sending a quick message to let me know about it, not until this day. Their status also worries me, only one word: "gone". There I am internally freaking out, losing it, trying to come up with reasons for which everything is fine. I don't ask Luck if they know anything because I know they'll get annoyed. It's not until late the next day that Alex lets me know they went a roadtrip. I tell them "I was worried lol" and immediately they ask why. I wasn't expecting an apology but the question struck me as weird, so I was reluctant to answer. Alex pushes for an answer, they haven't been this interested in what I've had to say for years. I with horror I realize that they liked that i was worried, they wanted to milk it as much as they could. I understand that people need validation, but I was already constantly complementing Alex and telling them how important they were. The fact that they preferred my panic (though in Alex's defense I never told them I was panicking) hit me hard. I didn't elaborate on why I was worried. Alex got upset. And i spent the next hour sobbing over my phone, realizing i needed some distance.

I started slow. I wouldn't say goodnight somedays, others I would forgo a Goodmorning, but I always answered (I swore to myself never to leave Alex on read). I went on a trip and I decided I would enjoy it for once, so I let Alex know i couldn't text much. Nevertheless this lack of contact didn't keep me from worrying and wondering endlessly.

After the trip we kept texting less, we expressed missing each other but neither of us did too much to keep things going. I tried to focus on my in-person relationships, and friendships with people my age. I went back to stories and published a novella.

Nowadays Alex and I talk maybe once every week and a half. The conversations are excruciating. Alex tells me how things still suck, my usual words of comfort seem to mean nothing to either of us anymore. Alex leaves me on read as soon as the conversation goes dry, usually after ten minutes worth of conversation, sometimes over the span of many hours. We don't talk again until I cave in and say hello. Then a couple days later Alex says hello. And then it's up to me again, and every time I tell myself I won't do it.

Luck has told me their opinion of Alex, they saw way before I did how self-centered Alex is. The thing is Alex doesn't do it on purpose, I am entirely sure of that and so is Luck. Luck treats Alex nicely but they're out of touch, more than I am. I am not mad at Alex. I still care deeply for them, but I feel like there's nothing I can do andour old dynamic just hurts both of us. Cutting them off is not an option, they're just a kid and I'm better than that. So I just don't start a conversation.

A couple days ago Alex texted me (even though it was my unspoken turn to text first) and we talked, and the conversation wasn't dry at all, and it wasn't that painful to deal with. They showed interest in my life and shared some sad stuff but also happy stuff about theirs, and it felt like old times. We texted the entire day. At one point the they mentioned that I could text them whenever I wanted, and I felt an underlying petition that I do. The conversation went on and eventually they left me on read the next morning when I answered a message from the night before.

Ever since then I've been actively holding back from texting them but I can't help but wonder if I'm a jerk for it.

These aren't even all the factors but this post has gotten too long lol.

So AITA?

[wearyeyebrow]

Red Winged Black Bird

Summary: Lucifer's molting. Such an ordinary, simple bodily process shouldn't faze him, but it's wrapped up in so many memories. Maybe your gentle touch and patience can see him through.

Tags: Lucifer x MC, non-sexual safeword use, non-sexual intimacy, vulnerability, romance

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Lucifer wakes up with a start. 

He itches. 

Old feathers surround his bed, torn at the edges, and he itches. Damn to all hell he itches.

Lucifer glances to his left, relieved you’re still sleeping peacefully. He has so many things to do, appearances to keep and appointments to make, he doesn’t have time to deal with this right now. So he grits his teeth and leaves before you wake, not trusting his short temper today. 

He doesn’t avoid you outright. You still see him during meetings and fleeting moments between classes. Even still, you notice his agitation, his restlessness. You resolve to check on him when he skips dinner and soon you find yourself outside of his bedroom door. One knock, then two, it’s only when he hears your voice that he lets you inside. 

You’re surprised to see him in demon form already, then you notice the feathers just behind him. Quite a few are in a waste bin and others are strewn about his white leather couch. What you assume is Lucifer’s work lies haphazardly on the coffee table next to his usual fountain pen.

You slowly reach out to touch his arm. “You know you don’t have to tell me what’s going on if you don’t want to, right? I’m just worried, you’ve been on edge all day.” 

“You so often see through me. It is unnerving, although… not always unwelcome.”

“What about this time?”

His adam’s apple bobs. “...I am not sure.” 

“May I keep you company? I’ve brought some of my own things to work on, no pressure to talk. Or I can leave if you want.” 

He looks torn for a moment, before he sighs and runs an errant hand through his hair. “No, you - you may stay.” 

“Okay.” You slowly lean up and place a gentle kiss on his temple, “Let me know if you want me to leave though. I won’t take it personally.”

His voice is relatively subdued and “Thank you,” is all he offers.

You sit in the armchair diagonal to the coffee table and open a textbook. You turn on the light next to you and dim it to a comfortable glow. 

Lucifer sits next to you and picks up what looks like a notarized form. Typically he leaves his work in his office unless he truly wants privacy. But this is the first time you’ve seen him so immediately distracted. He fidgets. He twitches against the cushions, ruffling his wings, bouncing his leg. He lasts maybe two minutes before sighing and muttering “I can hardly take it anymore.” 

You close your book and look at him quizzically. His wings are quivering and his eyes are obscured by his hand, elbows resting on his knees, slightly bent over. He almost sounds pained.

“I’m not sure why I let you in tonight.” 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly.” 

“That’s-”

“But I should. I -” he sighs, “May I discuss something with you?”

“Always, Lucifer.” You shift in your chair and lean toward him, both curious and concerned. 

He sighs again but it sounds more like a grimace. 

“I’m molting.”

“...Forgive me for the comparison, but like a bird might?”

“While that is an unfortunately apt comparison, I have the sense to get it over with quickly.” You almost snicker at that, but the air still feels heavy so you restrain yourself. 

“Are you okay?” You ask, genuine in your concern. 

“Of course. This is nothing I haven’t experienced before.”

“But… something about it bothers you.”

“What gave you that impression?”

“Lucifer…” 

He sighs. “My apologies. I realize I am being… difficult.” 

“May I sit next to you?”

“If it pleases you.” 

“Do you want me to sit next to you?”

“...Yes.”

So you move. The sofa dips slightly with your weight and you lower your voice, understanding and intimate. “Lucifer, what’s going on? What’s eating you?”

He can’t look at you, not yet. Something in him desperately wants to talk to you. Something else is fighting against it, like usual, that vulnerability is humiliating and unbecoming. He should be better. 

But he trusts you. After everything you’ve been through, this is nothing. It should be nothing. The fact that he’s so torn up over it, whether to tell you or not, whether he’s feeling things correctly, embarasses him further. Your gentle hand on his arm grounds him some. The racing thoughts in his head aren’t quite so loud. His heart is pounding and he doesn’t know why. His throat feels tight but he doesn’t know why.

“If you want to tell me about it, would you rather I just listen?”

“...No, you can ask questions and comment on it. A conversation might be better than a monologue.”

 “Okay.” You wait for him to begin. 

“...As far as I’m aware, most beings with feathers molt from time to time. Angels and demons are no different. Back in the celestial realm social grooming was common, even encouraged, especially during molting season. Even angels without wings participated. 

After the fall, those of us who had wings lost their feathers, and those who didn’t grew tails. I know it was a difficult transition, and subsequently they no longer molt. If I had not… removed mine, maybe I would be featherless as well. Regardless, they grew back feathered, so I still molt every few decades.”

He pauses a moment and you wait for him to collect his thoughts. 

He sighs. “Mammon used to preen the pin feathers I can’t reach. I put a stop to it once I caught him selling my feathers online.” 

You can’t help the chiding click of your tongue. You love Mammon, truly, and he often gets the short end of the stick, especially when he means well. But, just like any of them, sometimes he’s in the grip of his sin and he can hurt the people around him.

“I am well aware that he sells anything that will make him money, such is his nature. I realize holding that against him solves nothing, and yet…” He trails off.

“Now, I take care of it on my own. It is a process but nothing that I can’t handle. Still, it is… uncomfortable, and I apologize if I was unusually abrasive earlier. That is no excuse, but hopefully an explanation.” 

“Well, it makes sense, it sounds awful.” He grins wryly, “What I’m also hearing is that preening is an intimate thing for you. Knowing that, I still… Is there anything I can do to help?”

“To help?” He murmurs.

“May I try and get the feathers you can’t reach?”

“I…”

“It’s okay to say no.”

“I’m aware. I was both hoping you’d offer and also hoping you wouldn’t. I like the idea of your assistance, but I’m… not quite sure how I’ll feel in the moment.” 

“Hm… we could safeword it?”

He scoffs, “This isn’t that kind of intimacy.” 

“I know, but it’s a system we’re both familiar with, isn’t it? And we trust each other with it, or I like to think that you trust me to respect your safeword.”

“I do.” He says without hesitation.

“Then even if this situation isn’t sexual, a safeword might help you feel a little more in control? You don’t have to explain why you safeword either, you just have to know that I’ll respect it.” 

It makes sense. It makes sense and he suddenly feels a little more at ease. “I am unopposed to that idea. Our usual word is fire - shall we use the same?” 

“That sounds good to me.”

“Then it’s settled.” He breathes out slowly. In the meantime you’ve already tried to conceptualize how best to access his wings. Folded against the couch doesn’t work, and they’re entirely too big to completely unfurl here. He seems to be on the same page. “It’s easiest if I lay on my back, although sitting on my bed is also an option.”

“Whatever makes you feel most comfortable.” 

He sighs again, a nervous habit. “You’re less likely to get a face full of feathers if I lay down.” 

You chuckle just a bit and see a hint of a strained smile flash across his face, gone as quickly as it appeared. 

He keeps his wings folded against his back, lips tight in a line, and settles against the bedspread, head facing the end of the bed. You sit next to him, waiting for him to spread his wings, but they stay tightly folded against his body.

“I just had a thought,” he murmurs, head tilted against the mattress, looking away from you. “Molting isn’t a… it can be an unsightly process. I know you aren’t squeamish, but I will understand if you decide to rescind your offer.” 

“I’m not worried about that, but noted.” He grunts. You lean back, “Go ahead, I’m out of the way.” 

Slowly he unfurls his massive wings. You scoot in closer until the upper right one lays over your lap, thick and feathery, both too heavy and too light to feel real. You sweep up his wing to where it meets with the muscle of his back. It is here that you are always starkly reminded of his inhumanity. Your back does not have twisting muscle for a set of wings, but his does. 

Now that you truly take him in, his feathers are a sight. Usually they’d be thick, neatly woven together and optimized for flight. Now they’re strangely sparse and overlap oddly, filing in gaps. The edges are tattered on some, while others are shiny and new but entirely too short, still growing to their full length. The most noticeable spot is right above where his back ends and his wings begin. Instead of black feathers he’s covered in little spikes - some are short and close to the skin, others are longer but pulled taught and white around the edges. 

.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you murmur. 

“You won’t.”

You try a different approach. “Teach me.”

“Do you see the pin feathers at the base of my wings?”

“I think so. Some are shorter than others.” 

“The ones that are really short and close to the skin are still blood feathers. True to their name, they’ll bleed if you touch them. The longer ones should be covered in a casing. Do you see those?”

“Yes, I see quite a few of them.” 

“Those ones are ready to be preened. Use your fingers to rub away the casing. It’s made of keratin, but it will probably turn to dust. Unless you want to sneeze, don’t get too close. I’ll try not to move.”

“Tell me if I hurt you.”

“You won’t, truly.”

“I’m going to start now.” He grunts an affirmative.

You gently reach between his feathers, most of them shiny and new, and start by 

rubbing off one casing. It does exactly as he says it will and crumbles to dust pretty easily. You go for another, and then another. Soon his rigid posture starts to relax, and then he’s melting. His brow finally smoothes and his breathing slows. The silence eases into something comfortable and intimate. You take your time, gingerly maneuvering around the smaller blood feathers, working your way up his wing. He’s managed to reach most of it without issue, surprisingly flexible for a centuries-old demon. You get a little lost in the repetition of your task and almost start to tell him about your day when you hear it.

“Fire.”

You remove your hands carefully and shift away from his wing giving him the space to fold it back into his body. 

“You okay?”

“Yes.” His voice is thick, rough with something you rarely hear but definitely recognize. 

"How do you feel?"

"I am unsure." His voice cracks and he clears his throat.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No."

"Did it feel good?"

"Yes."

"Too good?"

"No - I started to remember." He murmurs, "I wasn't sure, but I thought I might."

"Did you want to?"

"Not particularly."

"Are they… are they good memories? Bad?"

"...Both. I dislike feeling far away and I dislike lingering there. I dislike wanting to linger."

"There's no wrong way to feel."

"I'd rather not dwell in it tonight." 

If you see unshed tears in his eyelashes you elect to ignore them. He sits up and slumps next to you, wings folded behind him. He looks more exhausted than usual. You can't force him to sit with what he feels, but you can be there for him. 

"It may not have seemed like it, but I really enjoyed that. Thank you, I - this usually lasts a few weeks.” He breathes in deeply, fists clenching and unclenching against his thighs in your periphery. “If you are willing and if it wouldn't put you out, I'd be grateful if you’d do this again." 

"I'd like to. Tomorrow night, same time?" 

"If you'd like." 

"I would." You clasp his hand in yours and bring his knuckles to your lips. "I love you, you know? I enjoyed tonight. I like helping you relax even if it's only for a little while." 

His eyes search your face as his expression softens. He is incredibly fond; there's a tenderness in his eyes with a slight edge of vulnerability. 

"You are too good to me." He says, low and hushed, in the scant space between the two of you. His wings unfold and gently wrap around you, encasing you in a comforting black veil. His arms wrap around your body and he rests his forehead in the crook of your shoulder. You find purchase in his hair and you nuzzle against his temple. 

Pride objects to vulnerability, and yet it feels so freeing, so warm to just be with you. His true self is a continuum of sorts, both this man and the one by Diavolo’s side are one and the same.

He gently pulls you until you follow him into his lap, straddling his waist so your head remains above him. His wings still engulf you. He presses you impossibly close, but still gentle, open - it is your choice to be here, to hold him like this. 

You kiss the crown of his head and feel him kiss your chest in return. "Your work can wait until morning. Join me in bed? Please?”

"I suppose I can make an exception, just this once."

You kiss his cheek, “I’m sure it was a tough decision.” 

He snickers and you both roll out of bed to dress down. Suddenly his feathers are gone and you're left with his human form. 

"How do you feel in that form?" You ask, brow furrowed. 

"I assumed this form would make it a little easier to lie together." 

Your gentle smile warms his soul. "Come here then, my little black bird." 

He huffs but the adoration in his eyes gives him away as he turns his back to you. You know he'll extract himself after you've fallen asleep so he can shift back into his demon form. But in the meantime you just want to hold him, and with the way he relaxes in your arms, you’re pretty sure he’d like to be held just as much. 

[specterwrites]

A Long Overdue Update

Whelp I have some bad news and some news that could be good or bad depending on one's perspective.

Firstly, the bad news: I've been fired. I will need to navigate the hurdles of medical insurance, rent payments, and caring for elderly relatives without a stable income.

Additionally, my Patreon (which I've not updated in quite some time, so this is entirely my fault) was suspended for lack of update and/or inability to verify my identity. As I'm sure everyone can imagine, it will likely be difficult to verify my identity given my pen name is not my legal name. I take my privacy very seriously, and may have to establish an LLC in the near future to deal with legal issues such as this.

I have also been candid in the past on this blog about trying to repair the old laptop on which I wrote most of my, well...everything. I took it to three different repair shops, with every one of them concluded that it is well and truly unsalvageable. There's a small silver lining in that technicians were able to recover its data, so I am not literally beginning from zero (just very, very close to it).

The good-or-bad-depending-on-one's-perspective news is that I will have time to work on personal and freelance projects while I search for a new, full-time job. Last time, it took around two and a half years and thousands of applications, so I do not anticipate anything solid for at least a couple years more.

I ask for your patience during this difficult time in my life. I understand that many people have been waiting for an update to Years for, well...years, but I would appreciate some grace from my readers as I navigate everything.

[hildanasr1]

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But on October 7th, the war started, and everything collapsed in an instant. I was forced to leave everything behind, including my memories and dreams, fleeing in search of safety. The moments of escape were filled with fear as shells fell from every side, and I barely had time to catch my breath.

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[didishawn]

The kylian fic is so cute, can you write a part 5 where Jude and jobe won’t let the reader and kylian have their alone time till she gets upset and leaves so they feel bad and try to accept kylian. Can there be smut too?

I luv your writing btw❤️❤️❤️

Clingy siblings (Kylian Mbappe x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, Jude and Jobe are still little shits

Masterlist

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4

You wonder if it will be too difficult to convince your boyfriend of spending the rest of the break in Paris, otherwise, you might be murdering your brothers.

You don't know what the problem is with them, they have never acter this clingy back with your other boyfriends -although with them, you did try to have them as far away from your family as possible, each fot different reasons. But Kyky is not the same, you might not have been together that long, but you know he is as serious with you as you are with him -or at least you hope so.

He is as serious as you are, that's why he is trying so hard to get along with your family, by that, he means your brother, both mother and father already adore him -you even suspect your mother to be thinking about grandkids already.

On the other hand, Jude and Jobe are terrible.

Well, not really terrible persee, it's not as if they have been ruder than usual, it's just that the idea of you and your boyfriend having any alone time seems to be one they refuse to let happen.

You want to show Kylian through the city? They must be there, after all, they are the most interesting part of it.

Want to take Kylian out for drinks with your friends? Well, you better be going somewhere Jobe can too, he is still a kid, can't drink, so maybe a playground will be the best place to go to.

Both of them are suddenly even more interested in basketbl than usual, and that requires sitting in between you and Kyky on the couch to watch whatever match is going on.

Not even during the night are you left alone, a fort having been built on your bedroom, stating neither are in need of a nephew.

It gets exhausting, really, you are aware of having brought Kylian over to meet your family, but that doesn't mean taht you two shouldn't be allowed to have your private time together, and doesn't matter how much your mum and dad try to stop those two little shits, they refuse to stop.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What?" Jude asks, mouth full of popcorn as he and Jobe act all innocent.

As if the two weren't lying on your bed, munching on your snacks with the movie you have chosen for Kyky and you to see playing on the background.

"Don't 'what' me! You know exactly what is going on!"

"And what about it? Can we want to spend some time with our sister and Kyky?"

Said man, even if in need of their aprooval, looks absolutely exhausted at their schemingans, rised eyebrow and crossed arms.

"There is a difference in between wanting to hang out together and completely invading our privacy, you know?"

"And what do you want us to do about it?" the older one asks, defiant.

"Maybe get the fuck out?"

The two look at each other for a minute, then burst out laughing.

"Not happening" Jobe says in between laughter.

"Come on," Jude teases, patting the tiny spot left on the bed "join us, the movie is quite good if I am being honest"

You do nothing but groan, arms raised and a cold glare thrown their way before stomping away, ignoring their jabs and requests of you staying.

The two take it in a laughing matter honestly, that is until the noise of the front door slamming closed -mum and dad gone fir the night, so no one shouts any scolding.

It's not until then that some regret fills up their hearts, this time, looking at each other with saddened frowns.

Maybe they had taken it too far, or maybe you just got tired of their shit.

Was it too much to ask for some alone time with your boyfriend?

Talking about the man, he looks worried, doesn't seem to know what to do as he looks around for his shoes, probably about to run after you -as if, he knew his way around the city.

The two brother exchange a look, sighing, they stand up, the older rests a hand on the French man's shoulder.

"We will look for her, you stay here"

Your boyfriend hates the idea, yet accepts it as he knows a siblings' chat is needed, sitting on the bed you share, he watches as the two boy jog out after you.

It doesn't take them long to catch up with you with their athletic physics and the fact that they know the small playground near your home is where you go to whenever in need of some peace.

Your figure is sat on one of the swings, looking, at the floor, yet you know the two little shits are coming to you and they know you know, both sit in each side of you, all quiet -something unusual in between you three.

"We are sorry" the eldest say, in turn you scoff, rolling your eyes.

"Oh, I'm sure you are" you spat out, sarcasm dripping through you

"We are, really!" the youngest says -even if Jobe is also a little shit, he has always been quite sensitive to you getting mad at him, is one of the things he hates the most.

"What are you sorry for? Being assholes during the entire week? Not giving us privacy? Look, I get if you don't like Kylian, but-"

"Wow, wow, who said we didn't like him?" Jude says, arms raised and that surprised look of his taking over his face, mouth wide open, eyes the same.

"I don't know, maybe the fact you have been so annoying and saying all that stuff about Haaland and-"

"We do like him" Jobe says, Jude nods.

"Yeah, it's just that, I don't know, we just like annoying you two, you know? But we really do like Kyky"

"Well, I know that now, but he is convinced you hate him and want me to be with Haaland"

Jude scoffs, almost bursts out laughing "Please, I love Erling, but I know for a fact you wouldn't even last a week"

"Yeah" Jobe agrees "And Kyky seems to handle you just fine"

Arm in arm, the three of you walked home, a puppy eyed Kylian waiting for you on the sofa, almost running to you and hugging you close to himself as you kiss his cheek. Your brothers pretend to gag, but your glare sent their way makes them stand straight, the older one clears his throat.

"Look, Kylian, me an Jobe wanted to apologise for these past couple days"

"Yeah, and we totally think that you match her better than Haaland"

Your boyfriend smiles, easily accepting their apologises and promises to lay off the two of you, night passes on quickly as your boyfriend and brothers finally get to bond.

You can't even remember the last time you room was so quiet, only Kyky and you, his arms around your waist, chest to your back, keeping the two of you warm enough.

Everything is so calm, simple, but the feeling of something pocking your ass has you rising an eyebrow and turning to him with a look that is a mixture of amusement and confusion.

"Is this the moment you confess to me you have a thing for fucking your girlfriends in their childhood beds?"

He laughs, it's deep, yet a bit breathless letting you know his hornyness isn't something new at all.

"I mean, maybe, but it's also the fact of finally it only being me and you and that your ass looks so good on those shorts"

You are deep in thought for a moment, locating your brothers in your bedrooms, parents still out, you wonder if the sound of the bed creaking will be heard from the outside.

A big hand rubbing on your tummy and going lower takes you out from your thoughts, you look back at him, looking so smug as his hand teases you over the thin piece of fabric.

"Wow, can't even go a week without fucking, can you, Mbappe?"

"You are telling me you don't want this?" he is in, fingers hovering your clit, he can feel how wet you are"

"Never said that"

"Good" he concludes, fingers forming circles, another reaching towards your entrance.

You are not in for foreplay tonight, it might not have been taht long since you had your boyfriend's big cock inside you, still you feel depraved of it, you reach out for your own shorts and panties, pushing both fabrics down, making him become wide eyed as you next reach for his own bulge, stimulating it up and down for a bit before taking him out from his boxers.

You are desperate, you know he will tease you for this later, but you can't seem to care as you position him in your entrance, slamming your own hips back to take him all in.

His haw is clenched, eyes tightly closed and head pushed back as he tries to not let out the loud moan coming out from his mouth at the sudden rush of pleasure.

The pace is fast from the start, pleasure having clouded both of your minds as you can't seem to find it in yourself to care for the creaking of your bed and how the frame tries to slam against the wall.

Your leg is kept up by his big hand, having you wide open as his hips piston into yours, low moans leaving him as you whine out at the feeling of being so full.

His balls hit your ass cheeks, his tip kisses your cervix, he is fucking you open, so deep, this is only but a way to fuck off the tension, the love making will have to wait till later.

It doesn't take long until you are tightening around him and milking him for all he is worth, filling you up as you lay on the bed, breathing so heavily you are afraid your hearts will come out from your chests.

His head rests on your shoulder, a small kiss to the skin of your neck as he once more hugs you closely to him.

"You think your brothers heard?"

"I honestly couldn't care less"

You say that, but you know the next morning you won't be able to look either in the eye in hopes they won't ever know what just went on in your tight twin bed.

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 23

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“Yes. I know, yes. I… Yes, Erin. I know” Mason sighed. “I will. Ok. You too. Bye” he said before hanging up. “Erin wishes us all Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.”

“It will be merry and happy if we manage to get rid of her.”

“Mum!” he said, trying to look serious and not laugh.

“Sorry” Toni shrugged. “Anyway, have you decided yet what you are going to tell her to not go back to London and sign the new contract?”

That year for the holidays they all had decided to spend them in New York with Luca and Alex, hoping that putting an ocean between Mason and his agency would help them forget about them and everything that what was coming for a while. But judging by how Erin was calling him daily, it was going to be more difficult than they thought. 

“That I got sick. Like with a cold or something like that. Then that Addie got sick too and I want to be with her. And if in the meantime it wants to snow so we can't fly…” he shrugged.

“Your wish may be granted very soon” Adele said, joining him and Toni in the living room of the house their parents had rented. “It has started to snow.”

“Really?”

“Yes” Elizabeth said, walking behind her daughter. They had gone out to do some late Christmas shopping, Adele not being able to find one of her gifts for Mason back home. “It isn't too much, but if it continues during the night, it's very likely that this year we will also be having some white Christmas.”

“Ready for another snowball fight, Turlington?” Mason asked Adele with a teasing smile, walking towards where she was standing.

“I was born ready, Mount” she replied.

“Have I told you today that I love you?” 

“Not enough times” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Ok, I think this is our cue to leave” Toni said, getting up from the sofa. “Fancy a cup of tea?”

“Please” Elizabeth replied. “Who knew they would become so…”

“Cheesy?” Toni chuckled.

“Yes. Adele has never liked that.”

“Growing up you were allergic to anything romantic too. But then you met the love of your life, and boom! You became a real life heart eyes emoji. It must run in the family.”

“I never giggled like that.”

“Oh, you did, Elizabeth. You did” Toni laughed.

“But do you… Do you really think he is the love of her life? The one?” she asked while looking at Mason and Adele kissing and giggling like two teenagers.

“I do. And she is his” Toni smiled. “C'mon, let's go make us that tea and give them some privacy.”

“Yeah… I don't want to be here when your son starts putting his tongue down my daughters throat.”

“Oh, shush!” Toni laughed again, linking her arm with Elizabeth's and leaving the room, Mason and Adele definitely not noticing.

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“Addie… Adele… Don't.”

“Too late, Mount.”

“Addie, I swear I didn't mean to hit your face with that snowball, it was just my bad aim” Mason said.

“Excuses, excuses.”

“Addie… please. Remember that I need my face for work, that I make a living out of it.”

“But you are taking a sabbatical year, aren't you? You won't be needing it any time soon.”

“What about you, tho? Do you want an ugly boyfriend? One that can't kiss you because his lips are all swollen after getting hit by a snowball? Think about it.”

“Umm…” Adele said. “You actually are a really good kisser.”

“I am.”

“Then I guess I'll have to hit you somewhere else” she shrugged.

“What? Addie!”

“I'm sorry, Mase. It is what it is.”

“But I also need my body! Like, what if you hit my chest and hurt my heart?”

“What?” she laughed.

“And think about my abs. You love following the shape of them with your finger, and if you hurt me there, that will be painful and you won't be able to do it.”

“Mase…”

“And what if you miss and you hit me between my legs, uh? Goodbye to our children!”

“Mason!” Adele laughed again. “I'm going to throw this snowball at you whether you like it or not. I'm sorry.”

“But Addie… Addie!” he said when she threw the ball. “Oh my God, Adele. And then I have bad aim” he laughed. 

“Mase...”

“That was so bad, Addie.”

“Mase…” she repeated.

“You had to hit me, not the tree behind me.”

“Mason!” Adele said, throwing herself at him and pushing him down, a huge chunk of snow falling from one of the tree's branches just where he had been standing.

“Shit” he said, Adele on top of him. “That was close.”

“So close” she whispered, flashbacks from the previous Christmas coming back. “Did you know that during winter you have nineteen freckles?”

“What?” he laughed. 

“During the summer after being in the sun you get a lot more, but right now you have only nineteen.”

“Have you counted them?”

“I have.”

“Oh my God, Addie” he chuckled. 

“They are cute.”

“Because I am cute” he smirked.

“Seriously, guys? We are in a park, a public place where there are children!” Luca said behind them. “Can't you wait until we are home to have sex?”

“Oh, fuck off” Adele said, standing up.

“Hey!” Luca complained when she hit him with the snowball she had made as she got up. “That hurt, Addie!”

“Not sorry” she smiled.

“Not sorry? Oh, you asked for this!” he said, making another snowball to throw at her but hitting Mason instead as she hid behind him. 

“Adele!”

“I'm sorry, Mase. But you deserved it for hitting me.”

“I… come here” he said, making a snowball and starting to run after her while she laughed and screamed.

“Urgh” Luca groaned. “I liked you better when you weren't together. You are insufferable now with your cute couple crap.”

“Shut up and let them be happy” Alex said from behind a tree before hitting him with a snowball. 

“You little shit” Luca said before starting to run after him just as Mason was doing with Adele, the four of them ending up fighting against each other like they used to do as kids, laughing and screaming until they were soaking wet from all the snow.

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“Three, two, one… Happy New Year!” everyone in the room screamed.

“Happy New Year, Addie.”

“Happy New Year, Mase” she smiled before kissing him.

“Urgh, you two are seriously insufferable” Luca said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, stop it” Adele laughed, hitting his arm. “It's not our fault that you are sad and single” she teased him.

“Actually…” Alex said, Luca giving him a murderous look.

“Actually what?” she said, looking between him and her brother. 

“Luca may be seeing someone.”

“What?” Adele and Mason said at the same time.

“You are seeing someone and you haven't told your sister about it?” she said, hitting him again.

“I'm sorry” Luca said. 

“Who is he? Do I know him? Have I met him?”

“No.”

“Don't lie to her, Luca” Alex said. “She's into football, she's definitely seen him play.”

“He's a football player?” Adele gasped. “Oh my God.”

“Shh, lower down your voice” her brother said. “Anyone could hear you.”

“People are too busy dancing and celebrating. I don't think they are paying attention to our conversation” Mason said.

“Exactly. So spill the beans, Luca. Who is he? How did you meet? I want all the details.”

“Again, I'm not gonna tell you everything about him in a place like this. He isn't out, you know? But we met this summer in Miami.”

“Likely place for a footballer to be during his holidays” Mason chuckled.

“Yeah, well. A mutual friend introduced us. When he said I was your brother, his friends started to talk about how hot you and mum are, that Mason is the luckiest guy…”

“I am” he grinned, kissing Adele's cheek and making her giggle.

“But then when we were kind of alone, he told me that he thought I was the hottest member of the family.”

“Smooth” Adele laughed. “So is he the reason why you've been going to London so often these past months?”

“Yeah” Luca said with a shy smile. “He can't travel because he is playing all the time, so since my schedule is more flexible…”

“He's actually thinking about ending his degree back home” Alex said.

“Really?”

“Yeah” Luca said again, his shy smile growing wider. “But I don't know, I haven't made up my mind yet. What I do know is that I like him a lot, that I have never felt this with any other guy, and that even though it isn't going to be easy because of his career and everything that surrounds it… I think he's worth it.”

“Aww, Luca” Adele said, hugging his little brother. “I am so happy you've found someone.”

“Thank you, sis” he said, hugging her back. “It was about time, wasn't it?” he whispered, doing a little nod towards Alex and confirming what she had always suspected: that he had feelings for him. 

“Yeah” she smiled. “Should we make a toast? To Luca and his new love!”

“To Luca and his new love” Mason and Alex said before drinking. 

“I guess there won't be a New Year kiss this time since you are seeing someone” Mason said.

“We actually made that up” Luca shrugged.

“You what?”

“Yeah” he shrugged again. “We don't have that tradition. We kissed so you would also kiss and realize that you were in love with each other. Though if I had known you were going to end up being so annoying, I would have not come out with that plan.”

“Idiot” Adele said, hitting his brother once again. 

“Anyway, I have to go. There is a phone call I have to make.”

“To your boyfriend living on the other side of the pond?” she smirked. 

“Precisely. So if you'll excuse me…” Luca said before leaving, Alex disappearing somewhere else too.

“I can't believe they made that up” Adele said.

“I actually can” Mason laughed.

“Was that kiss the reason why you were so weird the next morning? Because I said it meant nothing but to you it actually did?” she asked, remembering that night and what had happened after.

“Yeah…” he sighed.

“I'm so sorry I hurt you, Mase” she said, caressing his cheek. “But I was so confused and scared… Because I did feel things when you kissed me last year, you know? I just… I just didn't understand them. Or wanted to.”

“It's ok, don't worry. What matters is that everything worked out, and that here we are. Together” he smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Together” she smiled back. “I guess it did bring us good luck.”

“Definitely” Mason chuckled. “And we are gonna need a lot of luck this new year for your crazy plan to work, so I think we should kiss. A lot.”

“Can't think of a better plan.”

“Not even if I suggest…” he said, whispering into her ear some of the naughtiest things he had told her yet. “Shall we?” he said, meeting her eyes and making her feel goosebumps all over her body, her body temperature rising. Will she ever stop feeling like that when he gave her that look? Probably not. 

“Let's go” Adele said, taking his hand on hers and leaving the party.

[poppyandzena]

I've noticed you mentioning that many creators have covered the P&Z stuff, and that many have gotten the details wrong. What would *you* recommend creators focus on? Is there a specific order of events you'd recommend? For context, I'm a trans man in the creator space. Relatively small, but I also have BPD (and many other things) and am polyamorous and I hate how Poppy is playing into all the negative stereotypes. I want to help. Especially because one of Poppy's victims was a very close friend of mine. I'm currently working on a video essay script about the situation. If you, or anyone else wants to reach out, I'd greatly appreciate it, but I'm well aware that everyone's spoons are lacking right now so no pressure.

The main problem is a lack of organization. Many creators think they can gloss over an introduction and then dive into the docs, and most of the misinformation is in that expositional intro. But when you do that, you make yourself and the situation as a whole look less credible.

And, frankly, covering everything Poppy and Zena have done in a single stream will contribute to this unless you are especially dedicated. Luxander spent a LOT of time asking for clarification and organizing its points so that their arguments made sense.

Here's some facts I've noticed streamers get wrong, at least when they first cover it. I'll list them so creators have a cheat sheet:

Poppy is an AMAB transgender woman who has recently undergone bottom surgery. The bottom surgery is important to note as Poppy regards intercourse with Noeh as "her first time." This is her having vaginal intercourse for the first time, which is something she places value in regards to her trans experience. Poppy has used this as emotional leverage to paint Noehflake as a malicious person who took her virginity and left.

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The entirety of the relationship with Noehflake lasted approximately four months and ended in late December 2023. Poppy wanted Noehflake to move in with her either at or a little under the two month mark. I find this extremely important as it highlights how quickly Poppy tries to enmesh herself into people's lives. I personally think its a combination of typical BPD attatchment issues and lovebombing to speed up the process and "skip steps," something Poppy ironically has called out in other people.

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Poppy is NOT Spawn (her kid's) biological parent. Poppy was present since Spawn was in utero and took up the role of their father before she transitioned. Spawn's mother died in a horse riding accident at around age 3/4, during which Poppy became their sole caretaker.

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PLEASE stop headlining your videos with "child abuse." It's inaccurate. As much as I do not like PZ, we have to be correct with how we criticize them. Spawn was not a minor during the time the abuse ocurred. Spawn has also stated PZ have NEVER sexually abused them and that their childhood was relatively fine before Zena arrived. Please stick to what was alleged. Call it "parental abuse" to be accurate, please. Child abuse brings to mind a minor being harmed which is not accurate to this situation.

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Spawn was NOT coined by Poppy. That's the name Spawn gave themselves so their privacy would be respected, something Poppy purposefully violates online to endager them.

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Spawn is a 24 year old they/them nonbinary person with POTS, which severely impacts their cardiovascular system and makes labor and even basic tasks difficult. Around 2022 when the brunt of the abuse ocurred, Spawn was around 5ft and 80lbs. They claim a doctor cleared them of health issues in relation to being 80lbs and that it wasn't a weight Poppy and Zena starved them to. I personally find issue with a 5ft person being 80lbs in general and believe it was a contributing factor to their chronic pain, but I do not believe they were at a higher weight and PZ starved them TO that point. I believe they were naturally lithe, but that PZ did absolutely nothing to help manage Spawn's weight as the crux of their abuse was food restriction. According to Spawn, their weight has steadily increased as they've gotten older which I can relate to. Being at that weight puts stress on your body, but to add POTS on top of it significantly disables you.

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Spawn has autism and a dissociative disorder, the latter of which Poppy has gaslit Spawn into underplaying in spite of a mental health professional agreeing with Spawn. (This is in the Spawn doc) This disorder is OSDD-1B which Spawn met the criteria for (fact checked with Spawn), which is a disorder that is often obtained through significant, persistent, or otherwise intense trauma. This is ESPECIALLY concerning to me as someone who has researched DID and the sister disorders since I was 15. I have a space in my heart reserved for those people as DID is one of the most misunderstood and culturally manipulated disorders since it's "debut" with the book Sybil. I digress, but the fact that Poppy refuses to see eye to eye with Spawns dissociative disorder despite allegedly having one herself is concerning.

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Poppy alleges she was diagnosed with OSDD, Otherwise Specified Dissociative Disorder. I myself have actually made the mistake of saying she has DID. The two are different, but under the same umbrella. OSDD is sort of the "misc." option when you don't meet the full critera of DID and you don't qualify for psychotic disorders. I actually believe OSDD is more prevalent than classic DID due to the fact that disorders are spectrum-based and can be highly specific to the person if they are traumagenic. People with OSDD tend to have alters like DID, but there is a distinct lack of amnesia between alters and a lack of amnesia blackouts. These people will still dissociate to a degree that counts as a disorder. I have known people with OSDD and it is very real and oftentimes painful, coming to terms with the fact that you've been so traumatized that it necessitates dissociating from reality. It is not fun at its core and I do not wish that on anyone, but it doesn't mean these people aren't valid if they embrace or highlight the positive aspects of their condition to cope.

What makes me sussy-wussy is Poppy's insistence as a "professional" to conflate OSDD/DID with Tulpamancy, the former being traumagenic and the latter being pseudo-spiritual. The topic of endogenic vs. traumagenic alters is one I do NOT want to debate here. I will say I dont appreciate when she combines medically recognized disorders with spirituality, as doing so can contribute to misinformation that we ALREADY have to deal with. If you believe in tulpamancy, I won't argue with you, but you have to be precise in the language you use as to not spread misinfo. Sometimes people have traumagenic disorders that they frame with a spiritual lense, which I can respect, but please be mindful when comparing your experience with others. That's all I ask.

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Noehflake, Hayleigh, is a transgender woman who also has a dissociative disorder with at least one alter. In the docs, this alter is referred to as "Max." That is not their current name and I do not feel comfortable airing it out. Hayleigh is not a separate alter to "Noehflake." Hayleigh is simply Noehflake's name. Their experience is not fun and Max has to intervene in especially stressful situations. Hayleigh dissociates, and you can tell in her dedicated doc just how much Poppy and Zena disregard her pain and push her into dissociating more.

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Also if I have to hear someone pronounce Noehflake as "Noh-ee-flake" I'm going to eat my fucking hands. It's nitpicky but it's aggravating to listen to over and over. It's pronounced "Noh-flake." Like snowflake. I've made the mistake of pronouncing it as "No-ah-flake." Just saying "Noh" is fine.

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Zena is an AFAB transmasc person with agender qualities that goes by they/them, though I have heard they have given the "she/her pass" to close people. Stick with they/them, out of basic respect and to prevent confusion. Zena is significantly younger than Poppy, to the point where an anon pointed out they have less than a decade difference in age from Poppy's child. I can't believe I have to specify this, but Zena is NOT the biological father/mother of Poppy's child. I heard that in one of the worst videos covering this topic and I had to leave out of pure frustration.

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Dormiyu is the asexual victim that Poppy and Zena brought to their house. Dormiyu uses it/its pronouns. Poppy wants you to think there was only one instance where Poppy walked out in her underwear to get clothes and Dormiyu freaked out. There were two instances. One was when she was in her set of underwear and Dormiyu looked away, to which Poppy chided it for its "asexual bullshit." The second incident involved Dormiyu being in her office. Poppy entered the office with her bare breasts out and sat in front of Dormiyu to get it to notice her. This, obviously, made Dormiyu very uncomfortable, to which Poppy argued that they "were just tits." I don't have to go into fine detail as to why showing your bare breasts to a guest in your home is inappropriate, especially when the guest does not have the transportation to leave your house. Poppy has since blackmailed Dormiyu into deleting everything as it is an immigrant and her delving into its personal life on stream would not only put Dormiyu at risk of doxxing, but at risk of deportation. You will find the archive of Dormiyu's testimony in my masterlist.

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This is especially important to highlight. Poppy admitted in a video to "reproducing" CSA onto a family member. To others, this may seem like a smoking gun. Unfortunately, this is a case I cannot in good conscience speculate on. I can't. One, we ONLY have Poppy's vague testimony on camera. Any surrounding info is secondhand. Second, we do not know if this victim wants their story told by us. I'm not sure they even know who we are. I cannot perpetuate what is essentially a ghost of an accusation when I do not know if the victim is even comfortable having that public. All I can say is that I do not trust Poppy. We have so much more tangible evidence to prove Poppy is all-around abusive, and I will stick to what has been substantiated.

Thank you for listening to me. I know this is a lot and some of it seems pedantic, but I care a lot about how we cover this.