#I just need the insane pressure to back the hell off a little

[in-class-daydreams]

Imagine ex-husband Gojo doing things for his new love interests that you begged him for while you were married.

After a joint meeting between the sister schools, you overheard Suguru asking him who he was texting during the meeting.

Satoru replied, "Just letting my date know I'll be a bit late tonight since we ran long here. Todo can yap, huh?"

"Seriously!" Their voices faded as they walked down the hall.

You stood just outside the meeting room watching the corner the disappeared around. If you had to pinpoint the number one reason your marriage failed - more than clan pressure, more than the strain of being young parents, more than back to back to back missions - it would be the fact that Satoru can't communicate for shit.

Part of it wasn't his fault. His brain just didn't work like that. An inconvenient side effect of limitless is that everything makes sense in your head, but it's hard for a person with the gift to explain their thoughts to others.

So the no-call, no-shows to dinners was technically a side effect of limitless, as was his inability to articulate his feelings like an adult or the fact that he would just do things without even telling you there was a problem in the first place.

"Quit doing that with your face, brat." Sukuna emerges from the meeting room. He's out of his Ryomen form at the moment, as he usually is during meetings so that he can actually fit in his chair. "How long are you gonna let what he does affect you?"

"It doesn't!" you insist.

Sukuna rolls his eyes. "If that helps you sleep at night."

Imagine reminding yourself that you can't be mad at him.

You're seeing other people now, too. Hell, you've been divorced for over a decade, it's insanity that you care at all.

It's just. You never doubted his love for you. Not for a second, not even now that your marriage failed and you largely raised your son on your own.

"Mom?"

Maybe your divorce was his motivation to be better. You're not sure. But if he's capable of change, capable of being attentive and communicative, why couldn't he change for you all those years ago?

"Mom."

Could it be that you were his childhood companion and he loved you, but he was never in love with you? Was his love for you less than your love for him?

You hardly notice your son calling out to you until he springs into action. "Mom!" Sen nudges you away from the stove to turn of the burner. When did smoke fill the kitchen? The roux you were trying to make was burnt to a crisp, stuck to the pan and emanating an unpleasant smell.

Sen gently pries your hands off the handle and drops the ruined pan in the sink to soak. Then he makes sure the burner's off before turning to you with a conflicted expression.

He may have inherited a hybrid of both your and Satoru's personal brands of emotional stuntedness, but he could put two and two together between how distracted you've been and the rumors of Satoru dating again - What with it being huge news among jujutsu society (aka power hungry clans with eligible daughters.) Your son had his own complicated feelings regarding his father and as much as he'd prefer Satoru stay away from you, it hurt him to see you like this.

Though, watching you try to keep a stiff upper lip for his sake during the divorce is the reason he doesn't want his father anywhere near you.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." You wipe your hands on a dish towel. "I wasn't paying attention. Hang tight while I make you something else."

He could kill Satoru right now. But you wouldn't like that, so he won't.

"Mama, I--" He shuts his mouth. You've been protecting him from the details of the divorce his whole life. What did he know about comforting you? But while he may not have been able to protect you then, he can sure as hell try now.

"Mama, why don't I take you out to dinner? My treat."

Imagine that Sen decides he needs to stop having ideas.

He brought you to a local okonomiyaki that you've been going to since he was little to the point where the owners knew you well and liked to give you little extras from the kitchen. Today's treat was a side of pickled radish.

It was your happy little hideaway. Away from jujutsu and clans and curses and your broken home.

Sen insisted on cooking the okonomiyaki for you, saying that, "My treats means I'll take care of everything!" The weak smile you gave him made his heart soar.

You giggle while he jokes around and tells you about school like how Hikari fell asleep for 45 minutes out of an hour long test and still got a better score than him. Hearing about your son and his happy school days always made you feel better.

Sen was ready to give himself a pat on the back for cheering you up when he hears the front bell jungle and a woman's laughter carries over.

"Fancy places are like that, though!" the woman laughs. "They give a bite of food per plate."

Then a familiar voice replies, "Yeah, but it was good, wasn't it? And now we get to fill up at a cute place like this."

Even though he's the one facing the door and not you, the look on your face tells Sen all he needs to know. What breaks his heart is that you've sunk lower into your seat to make yourself smaller.

Sen could kill his father right now.

Hooray, angst!

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[redhotarsenic]

Genuinely feel like viciously tearing something apart rn there’s too much happening I feel like a cornered disease ridden animal of some sort

[marvelobsessed134]

I have a request gang bang Nikki Tommy Vince and reader during the carnival of sins tour it starts with Nikki and Tommy fucking reader in the tour bus Vince walks in on them and ask to join the fun

They rail the shit out of her

Threes a crowd

Pairings: Tommy Lee, Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, gang bang (kind of? It’s more like a foursome), degradation, double penetration, age gap (not specified but the boys are all older than reader)

“Oh fuck!” You moaned as Tommy and Nikki double penetrated you. You were in between them as they were both on either side of you, their cocks snug in your tight pussy fucking into you in a way you felt like they were going to rip you apart.

“You’re so fucking tight. Taking two cocks.” Nikki growled in your ear, his hand coming up to your neck and applying pressure to either side of it.

“You like being choked and fucked by two men at the same time? Such a slut.” Tommy chimed in, groping your breasts as he did so.

Suddenly the tour bus door opened and in walked the blonde lead singer. Your eyes widened and you blushed in embarrassment but the two men didn’t seem to care and continued to fuck you.

“Well, well, well. I see you found your slut for the night. Mind if I join in?” Vince asked. Tommy shrugged, “Sure, dude. She can give one hell of a handy.”

The singer smirked at the drummers words before stripping off his clothes, his half hard cock springing out of his pants as he took them off. He walked closer to you and you instinctively wrapped your hand around his length and began jerking him off. As you did so, he pressed a passionate kiss to your lips.

All of this was insane, being used by three rockstars at the same time. You used your other hand to rub your swollen clit. The terror twins still fucked into you together and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum!” You cried.

“Cum for us baby.” Nikki coaxed and you came with a loud moan. “Holy fuck she’s squeezing us so tight I’m not gonna last long.” Tommy moaned and pulled out of you just in time before his cum came shooting onto your stomach. Nikki came not long after, this time however, he shot his load inside of you.

You fell to your knees and Vince took the opportunity to fuck your mouth, his cock sliding down your slick throat.

“She’s a good cocksucker.” The blonde commented and the two guys laughed as they put their clothes back on as if this is all normal, “she sure is. That’s why I think we need to keep her around. Our own little pet.” Nikki replied and the other two men agreed.

Vince shot his load and you swallowed it all like a good girl.

“Cmon, I’ll help you get cleaned up honey since these two are too busy cleaning themselves up.” He said gently and offered a hand to help you off the floor.

[cheolinnie]

Honey

HES SOOOOOO HOTTTT MY BIASSSSSSSS AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ok so I breathe seungcheol ok? like this mane is actually insane, though he does nothing. I genuinely need him (in me).

I find the nickname or petname "Honey" so cute and sweet so here ya go...

"You hungry?"

Although he stands just a few steps behind you, leaning against the kitchen counter, your back turned to him as you scumble some eggs, not a word you say reaches Seungcheol's ears.

How could they, when he's too busy staring at your perfect ass, envisioning his teeth just sinking in for a bite, and lips soothing the marks he so desperately wants to leave behind on the perfect skin there.

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend Seungcheol had a very dirty dream about you in the dorms last night; he woke up before the sun just to jerk off, imaging it was your tight cunt taking his cock and not his crappy hand- you jerk him off way better too.

Soft tunes play in your apartment, and instinctively your hips move along to the beat- Seungcheol stiffens his jaw, his cock easily springing to life yet again. It almost pains him with how easily you can turn him on.

"Honey,"

The familiar nickname sounds slightly different to your ears; darker. Turning slowly, Seungcheol's eye are forced to leave your ass and flick up towards your curious gaze.

"Cheol? You okay?"

Sighing softly, he wishes he could calm his dick back down because you two have fucked exactly 12 times this week- and it's only Friday. He knows you and your members have an early morning shoot for your new music video tomorrow, and Sakura would give him hell if you walk into that practice room with wobbly knees.

But damn... Seungcheol just can't get enough of you, and neither can his rock hard dick; and this was noticeable by the largest tent in his shorts, but he's not shameful, and doesn't even try to hide his boner when your eyes drop to gape slightly at it.

"...again?"

He mumbles softly to himself, coming over and gently taking you into his arms. You try and hide your smirk, your hands resting on his biceps as you look up into his lusting eyes.

"I swear yesterday afternoon was supposed to be the last time this week but," shutting his eyes, his head drops to rest in the space where your shoulder and neck connect.

Slowly, you feel Seungcheol's hands slide down from your waist, before you feel his slender fingers gently kneading your ass.

"Fuck honey, God really just decided to bless you with the most irresistible ass known to mankind."

His words, mixed with the phenomenal feeling of his palms rubbing over your ass sweetly, sends a wave of need to your cunt- if he goes on, you'll be dripping from your tight hole.

Honestly, you're surprised that you're still so tight- because although Seungcheol's words are sweet and soft, his thrusts and way of fucking are far from it.

"Cheollie..." it was meant to come out as a warning, because you know you'll be sore tomorrow but, all it sounded like was a plea for his sex.

"I even had a dream that I was fucking you relentlessly in the studio," his head slowly turns so that he could start peppering weightless kisses to the side of your neck.

"It was cold so your nipples were perking though the godforsaksen cream tank top you love to tease me with, and they had my mouth watering at just the sight of them,"

You curse under your breath, the feeling of your pussy suddenly clenching exactly around where you want Seungcheol right now on this fine Friday morning.

Your fingers slither up into his raven black roots, pulling softly and earning a deep and dark growl from his throat. With one hand still massaging your ass, his other hand slides down to follow the curve before the pads of his fingers have you gasping at the delicious pressure they apply to your clothed hole.

"Tell me honey, how is it possible to feel your need for me though both your panties and these little shorts you're wearing, mhm?"

His chest is flush against yours, adoring the feeling of your nipple hardening against his bare chest. To his demise, you were wearing the exact same cream tank top you wore in his dream, tits free from the constriction of a bra.

A smirk pulls at your lips, eyes dropping down to just catch his tongue darting out to taste your skin.

"When have I ever wore panties to bed Cheol?"

Immediately he freezes, processing this knowledge he actually already knew, yet it somehow slipped his mind in this moment- well, until you mentioned it now and just made his dick double in size, precum already staining his underwear.

Humming deeply Seungcheol lifts his head, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as his eyes lower to your lips. "You're not making this any easier y/n."

"Where should we do it?"

He blinks once, eyes now meeting yours. "What?"

Moving closer, your nose touching his, your lips brush his as you speak in a hushed tone, as if there was anything but lifeless furniture in your apartment.

"It's been a while since you took me on the coffee table."

A groan, and his one hand leaves your cheek to wrap gently around your neck, lips pushing to devour yours.

"That's cause you had to replace the one we broke honey."

You grin against his mouth. "Yeah, and I got one that's ten times more stronger this time, just for you Seungcheol."

And so, no longer than 5 minutes later, your bare back was pressed against the cold wood of the said new coffee table, one warm, veiny hand around your throat, the other gripping your hip mercilessly driving his cock into your slippery pussy.

Repeatedly he hits your spot, evoking guttural screams and cries from you, your smaller hands gripping his wrist that's closest to you as you hold on for dear life.

"Fuck Cheol!" just one of the countless curses that leaves your lips, mouth hanging open as you gasp for air.

"Look at me honey"

Your eyes shoot open to meet his vicious gaze through his heavy lidded eyes. You're close, and judging by Seungcheol's grip on your hip tightening, he was too.

Your clenches become more frequent, the feeling forcing many deep moans from your boyfriend's throat.

"Keep squeezing me like that hun' and I'm gonna blow."

"I'm oh god, I'm gonna cum Cheollie." your voice trails off and more moans leave your lips as Seungcheol picks up his pace.

"Cum for me honey, show me how pretty you look when you cum on me."

He didn't have to tell you twice as his words has the muscle spasming orgasm washing over you like a deathly tsunami. Your high pitched moans bounce off the walls, and land right in Seungcheol's ears; the sound, music to his ears had him pulling his edging orgasm out to spill over your stomach.

"Shiiii- fuck y/n..." he could barely speak as his hands curled into fists on the table, his breath hitching and legs shaking as his orgasm racks through his body.

Coming down from your high, your hands gentely rub at his bulging arms, nails working to soothe the tight muscles there. Slowly and with care, Seungcheol plants a hand to your lower back to help you sit up, and almost instantly your body falls into his hold/ You giggles mix with his chuckle as both you arms wrap securely around each other, embracing and allowing his comfort to encircle you.

"I love you honey." Seungcheol softly whispers, forehead against your damp one.

You hum with a shining smile, softly pecking his lips. "I love you more, my honeylicious Cheollie."

Laughing softly, you crane your neck back to look at his gazing eyes. "You really are obsessed with my ass aren't you?"

Widening his eyes slightly like a maniac, he bares his teeth in a wide grin. "Oh you have no idea, honey."

[drdemonprince]

I am very very attracted to my boss and it's driving me insane. There's this amazing chemistry and tension between us and all day long we're just teasing eachother and flirting. We're always gravitating towards eachother and happy to see eachother, finding excuses to work together, etc. He is, however, a straight man twice my age who has a girlfriend and I'm a trans guy who could be completely misreading our interactions. Straight guys often banter and "flirt" with eachother so maybe I'm reading too much into it. Maybe he's just excited to be some sort of a mentor figure to me and he likes to be admired, and likes to see me grow and learn, and that's all there is to it. He calls me his protege which I find incredibly hot. Anyway I'm seriously contemplating whether I should confess my attraction. I'm not really anticipating him to reciprocate, but would do it more so to get rejected so I would be able to stop fantasizing about him all day long and give myself some closure. On the other hand, I don't want to humiliate myself and create a possible distance or awkwardness between us. There would be no consequences for my job so that's not an issue. I was wondering if you have any words of wisdom for me? You always have such a unique yet sobering outlook on things and I would love to hear your thoughts on this situation.

"Unique yet sobering outlook"! That's the kind of compliment I would have put in the word document alongside all my favorite feedback from English professors back in the day when I still needed that. Sincerely, thank you.

I am of several minds with regard to your question. On the one hand, I think straight people are terminally monogamous most of the time and that it would be hell on earth to get involved with this man and draw the potential ire of his girlfriend even if they weren't.

I think it's usually a self-hating maneuver to date a straight man as a trans masc (I have been there, it is terrible) but as a gay man, I support the frisson of danger that comes with seducing a heterosexual and think it would be a baller little feather in your cap to ruin this man's identity and relationship for a fling with you, even if it would be destined to end in agony.

I hear that this misadventure will not affect your job, but I don't exactly understand how that could be true. It sounds as if you work together quite closely and that his flirty banter is part of what makes the gig pleasant, and even if he doesn't have the capacity to fire you (I'm guessing) this affair could devastate the vibe enough that someone else might step in and fire you for its indirect consequences. happens sometimes.

Part of me however does believe in "fuck it we ball" and in being a bit reckless when you find yourself in a moment of raw, transfixing chemistry. chasing after fascinating moments that are destined to shatter our hearts is one of the core aspects of being alive. It keeps us growing, fills us with vigor! Who doesn't want to one day have an interesting story of a love affair like that?

One of my follow up questions would be how rare this kind of connection is for you. If it were me? Someone I truly connect with on the level you are describing is rare, and I've been willing to risk upending my life as i know it over a fleeting few weeks or months of passion before, and sometimes it's been worth it! Some mistakes are worth making, because we will become stronger and more interesting people after they happen!

But another part of me also thinks "straight men flirt with eachother sometimes" makes no sense and that what you are likely experiencing is him not seeing you as a man, or doing the thing some sensitive straight guys do of leeching attention off of queer men to feed their egos. (Which isn't evil, we all need attention sometimes, but it can be devastating.). If he lets you down because he sees you as a man and is not gay, that might relieve the pressure for you and work out fine. If he is into you because he doesn't see you as a man, you two will fuck and it will be horrible in the long term probably. But maybe hot in the short term.

I also think there are probably hotter ways to play this one (and more strategically effective ones) than a straight-up love confession, which would probably force him to bring up his girlfriend as the reason not to pursue it.

I think if you really want to SEDUCE this man you should spend time with him after work, ask him to mentor you on a labor intensive but potentially rewarding project, disclose little personal details that endear him to you, ask him lots of questions about himself, allow him to open up to you about his life... and then strike.

I think it'll be interesting if you go for it, at least. I certainly want to hear the story. But I don't want you to get fired, lose a mentorship that is important to your career, or get your ass beat by the gf.

So I will also tap my followers for their feedback.

[flowerxbunnie]

could you do maybe one where chris fucks reader with a ghost face mask. it’s literally my biggest fantasy

Ghostface

Chris x Fem Reader

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT INSANE SMUT. Knife play (no blood), degrading, mask

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR.

scared to post this but here y’all go

Chris POV

“No Y/n I promise it’s not a live animal,” I say into the phone, gaining a laugh from my girlfriend on the other side.

“What the hell kind of surprise could it be then Chris? You know I hate waiting.” she whines and I grin to myself, knowing she doesn’t have a single clue what’s in store for her once she gets back home.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I ruined a surprise?”

“Ugh, I hate you Christopher Owen.”

“I love you too honeybee, drive safe.” I hang up, sitting my phone beside me on the bed and standing up to get my case of supplies from the closet.

Just as I finish making sure everything is sorted and ready, Y/n steps through the door, and I hear her toss her keys and purse onto the table in the entry way. I meet her in the kitchen, stepping behind her as she rummages through the fridge for a drink.

“Missed you baby, how was Target?” I ask, running my hands up and down her soft arms, placing a kiss into her hair.

“I got a bunch of cute Christmas decorations!” She turns to face me, her eyes lighting up. “I need you to help me put them up soon because in my opinion it’s never to early to start decora-“

I cut her off with a kiss, snaking my hand around her waist and to the small of her back, pulling her against my hips to see if she notices my hard on yet or not.

“Chris, I was getting excited to tell you about what all I got,” she gives me those damn puppy dog eyes that she’s so good at and I almost feel guilty for interrupting her, but I know what I have planned will make up for it.

“We’ll talk all about it later honeybee, come to the room.”

I give her another quick peck before taking her hand and guiding her down the hallway. She takes off her shoes and plops down on the bed, taking notice of the black leather case that she hadn’t seen there when she left.

“What’s this?” She reaches her hand out, fiddling with the latch. I smack her hand, enough to sting, and her eyes shoot up to me laced with confusion and shock.

“Did I tell you to open it, baby?” I ask, a new found confidence taking over me.

“Chris, what’s gotten into you?”

I say nothing. Instead I take a step closer to her and grab her hand, guiding her touch from my bare chest all the way down to the stiffness that’s aching in my jeans. She flashes me the smallest little smirk possible, and I know she thinks that she’s caught on.

“You got me a toy didn’t you??” she bites her lip and lightly squeezes my dick, causing it to throb in her hand.

“Mhm, something like that baby.” I reach around her to grab the case, picking it up running my fingers across the latch.

“You remember your safe word, right honeybee?” I ask, looking into her eyes to make sure I want to go through with this.

“Um, yeah? Why would I need it?” she replies so innocently, confusion creeping back into her face. I take my free hand and caress her face, my thumb rubbing across the soft skin of her bottom lip.

“Undress for me. Then sit down and close your eyes.”

She does as she’s told, removing every article of clothing down to her panties and I decide I’d like her to stop there, already having something in mind. “Leave those on for me.”

She sits down onto the edge of the bed, eyes shut tightly, then I slip on my mask, pushing my hair back to keep it out of my face. I can’t say I didn’t feel a little nervous as I pulled the knife out of the case. I run it along my fingertips, getting a feel for the weight and the pressure.

I slowly and carefully bring the tip of the knife against the soft underside of her chin, running it upwards with a featherlight touch and coaxing her to look up. Her eyes shoot open and I can tell she is shocked at the feeling and sight of a cold blade against her skin, and the sight of me in a ghostface mask looking down at her.

“Don’t move, pretty girl. Wouldn’t want a slip up would we?”

I can see the realization in her eyes, but she still gulps and blinks hard a few times, trying to come up with her next move.

Reader POV

“Got it,” I whisper out, trying my best to not move a muscle.

“Such a good girl, always listening so well for me.”

His voice is muffled from the mask covering his face, it’s honestly turning me on to the point I have to clench my thighs together for some sort of friction. The blade is slowly backed away from my chin, dropping to his side as he undoes the button and zipper on his black jeans with his free hand.

“Now if you really want to show me how good you can listen, lay back and spread your legs.” he tilts his head to the side as he demands me.

“O-okay,” I slowly lay back, keeping my position at the end of the bed and opening my legs for him. I feel his warm fingers tracing the fabric of my red panties gently, hooking behind them and slipping them to the side, exposing my dripping core to him.

“Mm, I really like these,” he says lowly before letting go quickly, causing the fabric to slap against my clit. I can’t help but gasp, the sudden sensation both painful and pleasurable.

I watch as he brings the knife to my knee, running it up my thigh at a snails pace until he reaches my hip. His other hand runs up the opposite thigh, warm and tender compared to the cold of the blade. He slips it under the strap of my panties, and in a swift motion the fabric is cut in two. I gasp knowing in my right mind that this is one of my favorite sets, but I know better than to say anything.

“What’s the matter?” he questions, tilting his head and dragging the knife across my stomach to the opposite strap of my panties.

I shake my head, scared to mutter a word.

I feel a stinging sensation on my hip, him sticking the tip of the knife ever so slightly into my skin. Despite him literally having my life in his hands, I can’t help but grow wetter and wetter with every move he makes.

“I said what’s the matter, baby.” His voice is harsher and the stinging intensifies as he presses the blade in with the smallest amount of extra pressure.

“I l-liked that pair, that’s all,” I admit, hearing a chuckle underneath the mask.

Before I can process what has happened, he cuts the second strap and pulls my panties off of me, stuffing them into his pocket.

“I don’t think you’ll miss them too much, sweetheart.”

This has me dripping, seeing the red lace peeking out of his pocket as he drops to his knees, gaze locked between my legs.

“Such a pretty little pussy.” he whispers, hand on my left thigh to ensure they stay apart.

He shocks me by taking the flat side of the knife and slapping it against my pussy. I can’t help but whimper in shock and pleasure, this being the first time I’ve been touched where I need it most. He doesn’t say a word and repeats his action, slapping it harder against me this time. And then a third.

“F-fuck,” I moan out, throwing my head back onto the bed.

I feel something else rubbing against me- not warm and not cold. I lift my head back up to see him running the handle of the knife up and down against my clit. I buck my hips in response, needing the pressure and stimulation. His free hand grasps onto my hip, pushing me into the bed and preventing me from moving. He turns the knife back around to the flat side and slaps my wet core again, shaking his head. I cry out in pleasure, biting my lip after to try and stifle my own sounds, feeling myself begin to drip.

“Is somebody enjoying themselves? You’re making such a mess sweetheart.” He brings the knife in front of his face, inspecting it and running his finger along the edge, my wet juices all over the blade.

He stands up and climbs on top of me, hovering in a straddle position but not putting his weight on me. I watch as he runs the knife up my stomach, between the valley of my breasts and feel it inch up my throat before stopping in front of my lips. His free hand connects to my throat.

“Be a good girl and clean it for me, hm?”

My breath hitches as I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, running it gingerly along the edge of the blade, moving to collect everything else from the flat side as I’m throbbing with need, a complete mess underneath of him.

“I have your life in my hands, sweetheart, you know that right?”

I whimper and nod, knowing and trusting fully that Chris would never ever actually hurt me. He stands up to remove his jeans and boxers, his erection slapping against his happy trail and a drop of precum leaking onto his abdomen. He leans down to grip my hair, pulling me into a sitting position and holding the knife against my throat.

“Take it all.”

I lick the precum off his happy trail, then move my tongue down to swirl around his swollen head. His grip in my hair tightens and my air is cut off a bit as the knife is pressed harder into my skin.

“I said fucking take it all.”

I look up into the eyes of the mask as I oblige, not hesitating as I take his entire length into my mouth, sucking and coating him. His sounds are still muffled but I hear him begin to breathe heavy under the mask.

He uses the hand that’s wrapped into my hair to pull my head closer, his dick going into my throat causing me to gag and drool, but he doesn’t stop. He’s pumping in and out while tears are dripping from my eyes and saliva is running down my chin. I feel his dick begin to pulse, but he takes his hand from my hair, releasing his grip and allowing me to come up for breath.

“Look at that pathetic face, so pretty. Doing so good for me.” he says, running two fingers along my chin, collecting my own saliva and shoving his fingers into my mouth to clean them. They pull out with a popping sound and he pushes me back onto the bed, raising one of my legs over his shoulder. He begins teasing my folds with his head, slowly running it up and down eliciting pathetic sounding moans from me, just aching for him to be inside of me.

“Listen at you, sweetheart. You’re just so desperate for more aren’t you?”

“P-please. Please I need it.” I whimper out, the tip of the knife poking into the thigh he has propped on his shoulder.

He groans and slaps my entrance with his dick before he harshly pushes into me, taking no time to let me adjust.

His thrusts are deep and fast, the sounds of his hip colliding with the skin of my thigh echoing in the room. He throws his head back in pleasure, his free hand coming down to press onto my stomach, feeling a bulge and I realize he’s feeling himself deep inside through my skin. The sensation sends a shockwave of pleasure through my body causing me to whine and clench around him.

“Such a tight little pussy, so perfect for me.” He groans, looking back down at me as my mouth hangs open involuntarily. He removes the blade from my thigh, turning it around and shoving the handle of the knife into my mouth.

“You needed something to fill that pretty mouth, didn’t you?” he growls, moving it in and out at same the pace as his thrusts.

I whimper and whine, feeling the vibrations on the handle of the knife in my mouth. My stomach tightens and I feel my high approaching, and he takes notice. His hand quickly finds its way to my core, his thumb pressing into my clit and kneading it.

“I just wanna ruin you, sweetheart. Let go for me, come on,” he beckons, his pace picking up and his thumb pressing harder into my bundle of nerves. This sends me over the edge and I start to fall apart around him, arching my back up with the knife handle still in my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure.

He groans lowly and I feel him pulsing before I feel a warm release inside of me, his own orgasm taking over as his head falls back. We go over the edge together, sweating and panting and dizzy.

He pulls the handle out of my mouth, tossing it to a safe spot before ripping the mask off.

“Fuck, y/n. So fucking good.” he pulls himself out of me, hissing at the sensitivity and brushes his sweaty hair out of his eyes. He’s glistening and dripping with sweat. I’m silent as I try to regain my composure, light headed from my intense orgasm.

“Honeybee are you okay?” his voice softens with worry, coming down to lay beside me and turn my face to his. I meet his gaze, his blue eyes watching me so sweetly and give him a soft smile, hardly able to hold my own eyes open.

“More than okay, Chrissy. Just tired.” His lips meet mine in a sweet kiss.

“Let’s go get cleaned up and then we’ll put out all your new decorations, sound good?”

[astarionapologist]

Flames of forbidden desire(Karlach x fem!Reader)

Prompt: Very horny dom!Karlach x a kinda flirty tav hehehe aftercare and fluff at the end! Also this was a request! Hope y’all enjoy.

Warnings: Smut, cursing, oral(receiving), ✂️ing *wink wonk*

A kind yet firm hand gripped your thigh, Karlach slowly pushed her tongue up your cunt slowly lapping up its sweet nectar. She groaned in satisfaction as she finally was able to taste you. To hold you. To absolutely ravish you both body and soul. You moaned as she continued to eat you out liked she was some starved animal.

She carefully sucked on your red puffy clit and inserted two of her long fingers inside your aching needy cunt.

“Fuck… you love that don’t you?” She hummed

“Mmmh~ Karlach please… I need more of you.” You whimpered out desperately grinding harder on her fingers.

“Who am I to deny you sweetheart~” she purrs against the soft skin of your thighs and she dives back in. She pushes her tongue down into your hole and flexes her wet muscle inside your throbbing cunt. You continue to fill her tent with whimpers and moans as she teases both your clit and the sweet spot inside you.

She lifts her head to look up at you, you see nothing but lust and adoration in her eyes.

“Damnit… Sweets… you can’t do this to me… fuckin hell I need more of you… I need all of you right now.”

“Then have me” you say

You already knew this would send her over the edge and lead to a more dominant Karlach… not like you minded though. In fact you quite liked how she’d pick you up and sit you on her lap as she’d whispered all her dirty little thoughts about you whenever you’d tease her too much in the past.

“Fuck it. Come here.” She practically demanded as she pulled you to her and placed you on your side.

Her strong arms open your legs with ease as she placed herself so that both of your lips were on top of each other.

You both groan as you feel each others hear and wetness radiating off your bodies.

“Fuckin hell sweets…. You’re so wet” she huffs out as she begins to move her hips on top of yours. She grabs one of your legs and grinds harder on your soaking needy pussy.

“Shit shit- I need more… please I’m so close Karlach…” you whimper out begging her to speed up.

“Shhhhh… I’ll give ya what you want sweets… don’t you worry” She picks up the pace and begins to apply pressure on the lower part of your belly.

You both rhythmically move your hope against each other, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure down your spine.

Her wetness mixing with yours was enough to drive you insane. Along with the small heartbeat of her throbbing clit against yours. 

“Fuck- I’m gonna” You moan and huff out your ecstasy while Karlach chases her’s not too far behind you. Heavy breathing fills the room as you look down and see the mess you’ve both created, legs and cunts absolutely drenched in each other's cum.

With no hesitation Karlach goes to pick up a rag and gently cleans your body and then herself. She carefully pushes you to the side and removes the soaked towel from underneath you. She crawls into bed with you pulling you in closer by the waist and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ears with a calm and gentle hand.

“You were lovely today.. you know that right? Gods you’re perfect all the time love” She gushes with her cheeks tinted a darker shade of red.

You giggle “So were you~ I could hardly keep up”

“Shit I wasn’t to rough was I? Did I hurt you or anything?” Her eyes widened and her lips frowned slightly. You couldn't help yourself from laughing, she looked like a kicked puppy.

“W-what? Why are you laughing….” She pouts confused at your teasing.

“No reason~ but besides that, of course you didn’t hurt me. In fact quite the opposite~”

She lets out a small sigh and smiles. “I’m just glad you enjoyed it”

She pulls you into a tight warm hug, you feel her tail wrap around your thigh. “ I enjoyed it too… a lot even..”

“But I enjoyed holding you like this so much more…”

She rubs the back of your hips gently as she looks into your eyes and pulls you into a kiss

“Thank you for all this sweets… thank you for everything… I love you”

“I love you too” You whisper as you cuddle yourself more against her warm muscular body.

“Goodnight sweets…” she says as she drifts off to sleep.

HOPE THIS ISNT ASS AND YALL ENJOY IT!

also next up are a Astarion x M!reader and a spicy gale fic with some fluff! ALSO PLEASE SEND REQUEST I LOVE READING THEMMMMMM AHHH

[sentientgolfball]

I heard we were being so normal about Aether's boobs :3

Read here or on Ao3

Pairing: Mountain/Aether

Word count: 1168

Tags: tit fucking. That's it that's the post.

It’s not often Mountain and Aether get to have each other like this, usually preoccupied fucking the brains out of the rest of the pack. The nights they spend together are long, determined to outdo each other. They’re covered in bites and bruises, sore as they wake up the next morning and trudge to the shower to clean it all off. Tonight is no different. 

It starts with Mountain pinning Aether to the bed, straddling his hips, and holding his wrists above his head. Mountain licks into his mouth until he’s sure Aeth won’t try to flip their position the second he lets him go. He has a plan. He’s been thinking about this for days, patiently waiting for Aether to fall into his bed. Now that he was here, all of Mountain’s patience was out the window. 

He brings the hand not holding his wrists together up the side of his body, letting the tips of his claws drag over his skin. Aether shudders at the sensation, exhaling heavily through his nose. Mountain stops at his chest. He meets Aether’s eyes as he gently cups and kneads one of his pecs. He sighs and throws his back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Lords below I fucking love your tits” Mountain punctuates the statement by squeezing.

“Yeah? Gonna fuck them?”

Aether smirks and Mountain grins right back at him, eyes half-lidded. He answers by pinching his nipple between two fingers harder than necessary. Aether yelps and snaps his eyes open to look at him. Mountain lets go of Aether’s wrists to reach down and roll his other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He worries his nipples until his chest is red and sensitive before bending down to suck them. He laves his tongue over the tender flesh, sucking a few bruises on his way. Mountain goes until Aether’s controlled little chokes turn into sighs and grunts. 

He pulls back and his cock kicks at the sight. His chest is covered in purple marks, the exposed skin is wet and shiny and there are little strings of saliva collected in the forest of hair. Mountain grabs a handful of him, squeezing a few times before pushing them together. 

“Fucking perfect fat tits. Gonna show you how much I love them.” 

“Making a mess of me Mount” Aether reaches down and puts his hands over Mountain’s, applying more pressure to create more cleavage. 

Mountain dips his head and groans before sliding up to sit just below his chest. He wiggles his hands out from under Aether’s to grab his cock. He strokes himself a few times, spreading the little bead of pre of his shaft. He makes eye contact with Aether before spitting right in the middle of his cleavage. He minutely twitches forward to bring the head of his dick to the slit created by Aether’s pushing. He releases a bit of the pressure as Mountain slides his cock between his tits, though the moment the head is shoved in he pushes them together with so much force Mountain groans with it. 

He starts a steady pace and Aether tries to squeeze and release with him, but the way the tip of his dick appears and disappears so close to his mouth makes it difficult to focus. He watches his cock get wet and shiny in real time and it makes his mouth water. Aether angles his down as far as it’ll go before stretching his tongue out. The next thrust from Mountain has the head of his cock sliding against Aether’s tongue. They both moan at the sensation. Aether can feel his own cock kick when the heady taste of Mountain hits him. 

“Shit needed to get your mouth on me that bad?”

Aether responds by flicking his tongue over his slit causing Mountain to curse. 

“Hells you can be such a little whore when you want to be” Mountain resumes his thrusting, sighing each time he feels Aether’s tongue on him. 

Lords below did it drive him insane with Aeth got like this. The tight squeeze of his tits around his cock was already enough, but the added feeling of his tongue was killing him. It made him want to rise up to his knees just to sink his whole dick down his throat. He wanted to hear him choke on it. Wanted to fuck his face with his knees by Aether’s ears so he had no choice but to take the whole damn thing. The thought made his stomach swoop and he had to close his eyes to focus on not cumming straight onto his face. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to paint those pretty little tits. 

When Aether makes a strangled sounding noise Mountain can’t help but crack his eyes open. Oh was that a mistake. His eyes are half-lidded and he’s looking up at Mountain through his lashes. There’s a pretty purple blush dusting his cheeks. He’s drooling onto himself with the effort of keeping his mouth open and tongue out. His next thrust is more forceful than intended and he nearly loses it, groaning when he feels the brushing of Aether’s lips against his tip. 

Mountain moves his hands to hold Aether’s, pushing his tits together with more weight. He keeps that space tight while he rolls his hips with the same force as before, chasing Aether’s lips. He keeps his tongue out for him and the feeling of that wetness against his cock is maddening. 

“Fucking Hells look at you. What would the others think if they saw their big strong Aether like this? Mouth open like a whore just waiting for a cock to be shoved down his throat.” 

Aether closes his eyes and groans at the prospect. Mountain can feel his hips twitch into the air.

“Do want that? Fuck I can call Swiss right now I’m sure he’d be happy to come play. Or maybe I’ll get Phantom I’m sure they’d love to see this side of you.” 

Aether pulls back just enough to speak “No. You I only want you Mount.”

“What do you want from me big boy?” 

“Wanna be covered in your cum like the whore I am.”

That’s all it takes for Mountain’s hips to stutter to a grind. He moans long and low as he cums right in between Aether’s tits. He twitches forward as the waves of his orgasm rock through him, shooting another spurt up to his collar bone. Aether’s tongue darts out to lick it up and Mountain loses his mind all over again. After his breathing has settled he drops his hold on his tits and he can feel his stomach clench at the sight. His tits are dotted with reds and purples, slick and shining, but the best part is the trail of cum caught in his chest hair leading all the way up to his mouth. 

Aether chuckles low at the look on his face.

“Don’t even think about it. It’s my turn now.” 

[postmodernbeliever]

okay so first of all love your work so far, thanks for sharing!! second i was thinking about how easily fox would get a hard on in public, like you give him a single word of praise or you say his name in a certain way and suddenly his work pants are feeling incredibly tight and his hands are running all over his face and he has to stay behind his desk or maybe stick a pillow down against his groin just for a little bit of relief and you barely even did anything

anyways i want to scream i need him so bad

payback- fox mulder x female reader (smut!!!!)

it takes very little to get fox going. one touch, one word, and he’s putty in your hands. so one day, when he's a little too much for you, you decide to hit the man with a little payback- and god, it's worth it!

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to whoever sent this ask in, babeeeee I DROOLED!!! i hope i completed the fantasy for you, even if just a little ;) put my own twist on it. hope you enjoy. <3

my ao3 | word count: 4,010

content tags: smut, teasing, public hand jobs, light angst, fox is needy as hell, you’re kinda hot… damn, cross posted on ao3

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it was embarrassing, honestly. he just couldn’t keep it together. fox isn’t typically so easy– well, in a way he is, because he knows just as well as you do that pretty much anything will set him off. but he’s always been good about hiding it in public… at least, he was before he met you. 

for a guy as horny as he is, you’d think he would thrive under pressure. you’d seen plenty of guys respond to the feeling, seeking a reward, and it would make sense for fox to fit this approach; he was cocky, often to his own detriment, and he pushed until he got what he wanted, whether that be top-secret files or a diet coke from the vending machine. he was a go-getter in every sense of the word. but the second his brain couldn’t keep up with his crotch, he became a lost cause. you liked that about him. it was so easy to get him flustered, and when he was, it was adorable; he tripped up every other word, he got fidgety, he struggled to comprehend even the simplest of conversation, and all that dysfunction was the result of a touch or a sound. 

you learned of this little talent of his the first time you visited him at work. the two of you hadn’t been dating long, but anybody in the same room as you could recognize the disgusting eyes the two of you gave each other. as much as he made your heart flutter, he also made your hips ache, and you were just dying for him– and he felt the same. he couldn’t get enough of you. one afternoon the agent gave you a ring on your cell phone and asked if you wanted to take your lunch break with him, and you laughed and informed the man you’d called in sick for no other reason than you couldn't bear to go into work that day. so he insisted you come and hang out with him in his office, at least for a little while, and you had no problem saying yes. when you got there, you finally got to snap the missing piece of his puzzle into place; the walls screamed of his nature, of his passion, the insanity that turned everyone but you off of him. all the files and disorganization piled high around him like a palace throne, and he sat in his squeaking desk chair, king of it all. you could’ve drowned in that room almost as badly as you wished to drown in him. you’d brought food from a shop down the street, and he ate it gratefully, and you talked his ear off for hours about cases and what it’s like to shoot a gun and have you ever seen any vampires?, and after a while of letting you see him in a space intimate as that, he was getting himself all worked up. you sat so pretty on his desk as he had his back to you, rifling through case files and showing you confidential things he could get fired for. you also looked so pretty when you gazed into his microscope in the back of the office, playing around with all his toys. but when you walked over to where he sat behind his desk and touched all his photographs with curious eyes, and said, “looks like you’re good at your job, fox,” you learned for the first time how easy he was to please. you ogled how he crossed one leg over the other and let out a frustrated groan, and how every move you made wasn’t so much admired as coveted; you saw pleading eyes, a dry mouth, restless hands running up and down his legs and over his blushing skin. you saw how once he couldn’t take it anymore, he cornered you by his favorite poster and kissed you right beneath the saucer, and you’d never forget it.

you didn’t wield this power too often, because you didn’t want to frustrate him. it was so easy to get him riled up and leave him hanging, but you didn’t always have the willpower not to help him out after the fact. and who could blame you, when you have a six-foot-tall government agent for a boyfriend, noisy and whiny and brutally hot all at once? torturing him was fun, yet it had to be done sparingly. but it was a good kick in the back of the knee when he was getting too aggravating, and you could use that leverage right about now.

all day, fox had been getting on your nerves. it takes a lot for him to annoy you because most of the time if he's getting arrogant, you find it attractive. but today was a different situation. the agent came home early, pissed off beyond reconciliation, yet another official reprimand to stain his personal file with the bureau. he burst through the door with a mouthful to spew, and you’d hung around him all day as he paced the floor and brooded over his desktop full of files. you did just about everything you could to cheer the guy up; you made him fresh coffee, you threw his favorite sweater in the dryer so he could pull on something warm, you’d even called in a chinese food order so he could get something in his stomach. but none of it was working. when you tried to play with his hair, he brushed you off, and every time you kissed his shoulder, he’d meet you with near indifference. if you didn’t know how much he loved you, you might’ve slapped him, but this mood wasn’t one he could just get over. he was snappy and tired and upset, and there was only so much you could take, so when hours had passed and he was still being a grump, you decided to get some fresh air– but not without an ulterior motive, of course. 

with freshly set curls and the darkest lipstick you had on hand, you primped yourself to go out for a drink with a few girls from work. they invite you every friday night and you always decline, because there is typically a certain man waiting up for you– but that man seemed not to care, so you chose to take them up on the offer this time around. you shuffled through your blended closet, pulling one of fox’s suit jackets off the rack and draping it over your bare shoulders. you wore a little black dress with a sweetheart neck that stopped just above your knees, the very dress you wore on your and fox’s first date. shoving your feet into a pair of kitten heels, you clicked your way out of the bedroom and into the apartment, standing squarely before the television so fox was forced to take a look. 

“what do you think?”

you watched his big eyes trail up your pantyhose-clad legs, admiring the lacy pattern, and a smile quirked on his lips. “pretty. hey, you’re wearing the dress.”

“i’m going out,” you sighed, blowing past his acknowledgement.

“out? where?”

“some girls from work invited me to grab a drink at the bar,”

“but it’s friday night!”

you rolled your eyes, forcing yourself to tuck away the mischievous grin you felt creeping in. “well, i’ve been stuck inside all day with you, debbie downer. i wanna go have a little fun.”

the man shifted in his seat, expression turning sour. “so you’re not gonna hang out with me tonight?”

“baby, i’ve been trying to hang out with you all day. you just keep brushing me off.”

you crossed the living room to the foyer, where your purse sat on his dining room table. he got up and followed you in, and when you turned around he was right behind you. he had a softer look about him, something like regret, and you had to remind yourself to stand tall in the face of your biggest weakness.

“i’m sorry. i’ve been an asshole.”

“yeah, you have.”

“you know i love you,” he frowned, “more than anything in the world.”

even in heels, you still had to push onto your toes to reach him. with a soft kiss to his cheek, you replied, “i know you do, don’t worry.”

“but you’re still going out anyway,” he huffed.

“i am. but…” you pushed on his chest so he’d take a step back, “if you want to come with me–”

all of a sudden he had floppy ears and a tail, his sparkling eyes full of hope that you’d already forgiven him. “i can come?”

“sure, you can come… it’ll be work friends, though, you have to be social.”

“psh, me? antisocial? love, you’re crazy.”

you giggled as he hurried off to the bedroom, rushing to change out of the work clothes he’d sulked in all day. you leaned against the wall in the foyer, peeking through the door as he changed. you admired the curve of his back while he draped it with a white t-shirt and layered a henley over top, tucking the front into his jeans. you saw him reach for the brown leather jacket in the closet and silently thanked god. once he wriggled into that beat-up pair of timberlands you adored, you straightened out against the wall, working to keep your nonchalant composure. 

he did a little spin and asked in a girly voice, “what do you think?”

and in the deepest tone you could muster, you answered, “pretty.”

he scoffed, taking your hand and leading you out the door, promising, “not as pretty as you.”

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this is where the fun begins. you got him out of the house and in public, where he can’t escape you, and you were going to have your way.

you saw it in every move he made after you placed your hand on his thigh. you sat with three coworkers at the bar, chatting and laughing while they slammed glasses of wine and you nursed a lukewarm beer. fox wasn’t a drinker, so he had a club soda and cranberry, and after a while, you started sharing his drink and leaving yours to collect sweat. you told them all about fox’s job and they questioned him endlessly about solving unexplained cases, and they all seemed to fawn over him which you expected; girls always drool over him when you’re around. he found it funny, and despite the inkling of jealousy, so did you. he seemed to be enjoying himself as he talked about his most recent case, and you smiled, because you’d been waiting all day to do this. you waited for him to finish his sentence, and you let your hand fall gently on his thigh, laughing along with the others. 

“crazy job, don’t you guys think so?” you teased, and they all nodded, yelling over each other in the chaos of the bar. 

fox shot you a look, and you bit your lip like you had nothing on your mind at all. he leaned in close to your ear and asked, “what are you doing?”

you bumped your nose into his cheek playfully. “nothing!” 

“b-but–”

“but what?” you interrupted, pushing your hand down his leg to reach his knee, which you scratched at softly with your fingernails. he felt the sensation through his jeans and shuddered. 

the agent took a sip of his drink and placed his hand over yours on his knee, stopping your teasing. he glanced at the girls who'd invited you, and all three of them were in some deafening debate, almost like you two never showed up. you crossed one leg over the other on the barstool and turned towards the man, deciding that if they were going to be in their own world, you might as well have fun in yours. 

“they’re pretty hammered,” he diverted.

“good,” you smirked, “maybe they’ll be drunk enough to leave us alone.”

“i thought you wanted to come spend time with them,”

“i did, but you know me. i like you better.”

you admired the blush on his cheeks, and you knew it was burning hot because the only light inside the place radiated from neon signs. his eyes darted all over, and he kept chugging his soda, and you felt pride flooding your chest. 

“listen, i’m sorry about today,” fox apologized, tucking a lock behind your ear. “i hope you’re not mad.”

“not anymore,” you winked, and you leaned over to press a kiss to his jaw. you barely let your lips touch his skin– you wanted him to wish you’d come closer. 

slowly, calculated-like, you took his glass and stole the last sip, making the effort to dribble a little down your chin. you wiped up the spill with your thumb and licked it off, and fox’s lips parted. you wished it wasn’t so loud, because you could imagine the soft pant that fell from those lips. 

“what is it, baby?”

the man gave you a look, and then he shifted in his seat. your eyes drifted to his lap, where a little bump was rising, and they nearly bugged out of your head. even if it was what you set out for, you'd never get used to how little it took to get him going. you draped your hand over his bicep and squeezed, placing down his empty glass with glittering eyes.

“y-you… what- what are you trying to do?” fox stammered.

with an innocent bat of a lash, you answered, “nothing, foxie!” and when the flames began to paint his face, you giggled, “something wrong?”

“well- you- i- i mean,” fox groaned, rubbing his hands back and forth over his rosy face to try and shake the feeling swirling inside him. “you’re acting all…”

“all what?”

you stared intently as he passed his hands through all that thick, tawny hair on his head, wishing they were yours. something about him was unbelievable when he got this way. he licked his lips and swallowed nothing but air.

“fox, what’s gotten into you?” you chuckled as the man began running his palms back and forth across the wooden bartop. 

as he dug at the counter with his nails, he grumbled, “you– you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“m’not doing anything,” you lied as you let your hand fall on his thigh again, this time dangerously close to the bulge with your name written on it. 

you watched him hiss, taking your hand and putting it back in your lap. he raised his own in an attempt to flag down the waiter, but there was no chance he’d get noticed; the bar was packed to the gills with drunken bodies, all swarming around you, all moments away from being privy to his situation if you pulled anything else. fox looked like he was lost– in the bar, in his head, in the pressure pushing against his pants– and you were soaking it in like sunshine.

“you look so good tonight, have i told you that?” you gushed, “well, i did as a joke before, but i mean it. you’re so handsome.”

“come on, love,” fox rolled his eyes as if he couldn’t believe you were doing this here, now, in front of the world.

“what? i’m being serious! i like that shirt on you, it makes you look so strong,” you brushed your fingertips along the neckline, letting your nails drag across the base of his throat. you watched a torrential shudder tumble down his back, a curated avalanche in the making. 

“i- i mean-”

“–and you’ve been so sweet since you got over your mood, which makes me so happy. you know i love when you’re good to me,” you sighed, “and you are. you’re so good to me, foxie.”

suddenly, a strong palm wrapped itself around your wrist and tugged you off the barstool. fox didn’t even bother telling the girls where you were going since you hadn’t heard from them in a while anyway; he only pulled you through the thumping building, weeding through clusters of drunks towards the glowing bathroom sign in the back. butterflies were stuffing you full as he pushed open the women’s bathroom door, which was miraculously a dingy little single with a lock. letting go of his grip on you, he locked the door, muffling the blaring noise coming from outside. 

“hey, wait a minute–”

fox’s face dropped. you yelped as he rushed his hands across you, touching everywhere he could, snaking them beneath your stolen jacket and under your dress. you reveled in the feeling, but once his lips tried to press against your neck, you clicked your tongue in disapproval. 

“not here, fox,”

“nobody’s gonna see us,” the man urged, “i– you– come on, please?”

“if you want anything, you have to take me home.”

“you just fuckin’ teased me all night,” he growled, “please, baby.”

you giggled as he backed your hips up to the one and only sink, trapping you beneath his palms. his hard-on twitched against your stomach, and as you looked up into his tall, swimming eyes, you could see something surrendering inside them. you pressed your hands against his stomach, and he pressed himself against you, sighing softly at the ounce of relief. 

“you’re so bad, wanting me to get you off in a bar bathroom,” you teased.

“yeah, i’m the bad one. don’t act stupid.”

“don’t be mean, or you get nothing.” you sucked on your teeth, giving him maliciously sweet eyes. 

“okay, okay, i’m sorry. just… please.”

fox leaned down to rest his head on your shoulder, letting out a whimper so soft it was nearly undetectable. you had to stop your eyes from rolling back at how needy he was; he’s never been this bad, of all the times you’d brutally strung him out in public. maybe it was because he was experiencing your twisted form of payback, or maybe it was all the stress from work in the morning, but you pushed him to a new limit without ever really touching him. your entire body began to burn as you reached your palm down between his hips and rested your hand where he begged for you, and felt a pair of lips attach themselves to your neck, nipping softly at the skin in gratitude. you massaged him like he was fragile, like anything rougher would break him, and in a way, it was true– his knees were weak already, and as he rolled his hips against your palm, his hands trembled at his hold on the hem of your dress. 

“need me that bad, hm?”

all you got back was a strangled, “mm.”

“m’not gonna get on my knees, the floor is too dirty,” you chuckled, knowing he wanted more than what he was getting. 

fox didn’t speak. his brain was too wired to indulge you, but his body ached to be touched, so he found a nonverbal way to ask for it; he lifted you and shoved you onto the sink, and you scrambled to grab at the ceramic countertop. 

“fox–”

his big hands shoved beneath your dress and dug into the chub of your hips, scratching at your legs like a dog. he craned his neck down to kiss you, and as you got distracted by the sugary cranberry crystals at the corners of his lips, he moved in a hurry to unbutton his jeans. you didn’t know exactly what he was doing until your hand made contact with smooth skin, and you looked down to see his cock just barely bouncing in your buzzing palm, swollen and screaming for contact. 

your lips turned downward in a sympathetic smile as you cooed, “oh, baby.”

you shuffled up the counter a little bit so you had a little more room to arch forward. bringing your palm up to let a little spit dribble out of your mouth, nice and slow, just how he likes, you watched his jaw drop and you spread the stuff around your hand with your tongue. when he was sufficiently driven insane, you wrapped your hand all the way around him and laughed. 

“i can feel that second heartbeat you’ve got,” was all you said before you began pumping. 

fox’s hands flew to your face as you stroked him, his thumb gravitating to your tongue; his eyes were glazed over like never before, and you wished you could take a picture. you watched air fill his tummy over and over, heaving in desperation, and he bucked into your hand as if he’d never been touched before in his life. you moved a little faster, feeling the soft disruption of his veins underneath your fingers, swiping your thumb over his tip and making him shake. and fox was all noise, louder and prettier sounding than any club song baring behind the locked door. strings of your name interlaced with curses and promises and praises of how good you were, and how he loved you, and that he wished he was home so you could do more than this, and you sat there swearing that he would get what he wanted the second you two left. by the time you shut him up with your mouth, he was nearly there; and by the time you pulled him by the hips right against your soft stomach, both hands on him, his cock close enough he could feel your dress bunching up on his head, he was there. he was far fucking past there, cumming all over your pretty black dress, leaving milky stains you’d have to cover with his jacket, stains he would be reminded of later when he ripped that thing off you at home. you were in his ear instantly as he collapsed into your shoulder, holding him up, voice soft so you didn’t make his head buzz any more than it was already. 

“oh, good job, baby, good boy,” you smiled, “how’s that, hm? better?”

“bet… better,” he panted, back to the obsessive kissing all over your neck. 

“there’s so much more where that came from, foxie, i promise.”

“then can we get the fuck outta here?” he whined, pulling away to show you his pretty pink face. 

with one last warm kiss, one where you caught his lip between your teeth just for fun, you nodded. “get me a towel first."

fox passed you a paper towel which you used to wipe your dress with, and he chuckled at how you gently folded it up and dropped it in the trash can, like it was a treasure to you. then, as you hopped down from the counter and he zipped his jeans back up, you took him by the hand and dragged him out of the restroom, back over to the bar where your three coworkers were wasted beyond saving. you leaned into the conversation and said, “gotta bounce! i’ll see you guys next week!” and didn’t stick around to hear the drunken replies. instead, you guided the pretty boy behind you out to the parking lot, where he rushed to get behind the wheel and drive you home. you thanked god he didn’t have a drink in his system because he was in a real hurry. 

as you sat in his passenger seat, watching his jittering hand play with the gear shift, you were almost satisfied. your idea of revenge might be a little twisted, but it worked. you’d accomplished what you set out for, now the owner of an apology and a man aching for you. but after that stunt at the bar, you had a newfound greed, one you wouldn’t shake until he got you home; and maybe you were abusing your power, but how could you let up now? as you placed your hand over his, the engine revved beneath your feet, and you giggled. maybe it was torture, but he liked it– so you played with his fingers, and he groaned, and when you finally reached his apartment building, the two of you couldn’t get upstairs fast enough.

[straykuds]

Arguments with skz (hyung line)

This took an insanely amount of time and yep, my phone passed away twice before I could even complete it, so I managed to complete it on my laptop. I apologize for any mistakes found. And just to let you know, there is also a short fanfic after every argument.

This is purely fiction. Good luck reading, my fellow delulus

Warning: angst, comfort

This is my first time writing a fanfic, so please go easy on me. Merci 🌜

Bangchan

With tears in your eyes, you threw your phone on your bed, purely out of rage and hurt. All you wanted was nothing but his attention and of course, he just had to hurt your feelings, making you feel like you were nothing to him.

Eventually, you ended up sleeping after a while of crying your eyes out but then you woke up to a weighted feeling on your waist.

Already knowing who it was due to the smell of his cologne, you reached out to his arm and shoved it away. There was no doubt that you were still very mad at him.

" Y/n" he called your name, but you didn't dare move an inch, nor make an effort to see his face.

Chan let out a soft sigh. It was very clear that he'd regretted what he'd said to you earlier. He didn't mean it, he never meant all those things he said to you.

" I'm sorry" he apologized. " All those things I said earlier, I never meant any of them, I promise." He explained, hoping to get some reaction from you but your face was turned away from him, beads of tears brimming your eyes.

Knowing Chan for a very long time, you knew he probably didn't mean any of those things he said to you (even though they were hurtful words).

" I don't want you to pressurize yourself into being around me if that makes you happy"

Just after those words spilled out of your mouth, you felt his arms around you and before you knew it, you were already facing him with his soft lips connected to yours. You didn't fight back, you'd missed him too much to push him away.

Pulling away, he stared into your eyes lovingly. " I'm the happiest when I'm with you, darling," he smiled softly. " And just to let you know, you're not selfish to ask for my attention. I'm sorry for not being the boyfriend you need me to be. I'm sorry for letting you down. You don't deserve any of th-"

He paused immediately as you brought your lips to his. " I forgive you." You mentioned.

" Really?" He asked, his eyes widening a bit. Nodding, he gave him a peck on his lips for more confirmation. But then your little moment was cut off by you letting out a yawn.

" Can we go to sleep now?" You asked, your eyes already starting to feel droopy. Pulling you closer to him, he wrapped his strong arms around you but right before you fell asleep, you heard a soft " I love you"

Lee know

" Good gracious, y/n what are you doing here?" Felix exclaimed, his eyes widening in utter shock. I mean, who wouldn't be when a person appears on their doorstep at midnight.

" Can I sleep here tonight? I don't really feel like sleeping at the apartment"

Not even needing to consider it, he opened the door widely, letting you in. He was your best friend after all, there was no way he'd say no to you.

Sensing that something was wrong with you, he decided not to question you knowing fully well that you'd only talk about it when you're ready so instead he gave you the extra bedroom he had for tonight.

Space was all your boyfriend needed and that's what you were giving him.

And with that thought on your mind, you drifted off to sleep.

Two hours had passed. Your bloodshot eyes slowly opened up. Your throat, dry as the Sahara desert, your body temperature, hot as hell and your head, pounding. All because of the tears Lee know had caused you to shed.

Looking around the room, you felt empty. Yes, you were extremely mad at your boyfriend but at the same time, there was no denying that you missed him. His touch, his kisses...his everything.

You reached out for your phone on the nightstand and to your utmost shock, you'd gotten over 30 missed calls all from Lee Know. To be honest, you felt very touched at the fact that he was worried for you and a tiny bit of you had forgiven him even though he was yet to apologize.

But at that moment, all you needed was a glass of water. Walking out of the room, you couldn't help but hear muffled voices coming from the living room. Recognizing Felix's voice, you wondered who he was talking to. Curious, you advanced further but then stopped in your tracks when you made eye contact with a familiar face.

" Lee Know..." You whispered to yourself. Before you could process anything else, you were pulled into the arms of your worried looking boyfriend.

" I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have asked you for space. I don't know what I was saying. I was so worried about you, y/n. I'm so sorry for hurting you. I was having a bad day and took out my anger on you, that was so low coming from me. Please forgive me" he rambled, not even sparing a breath.

Not having the strength to shed any more tear, you pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. " It's okay, you're forgiven." You faintly smiled.

Coming closer to you, he pecked your forehead and looked down at you, considering your height difference. " Let's go home, shall we?"

Changbin

It was your two years anniversary with each other and you'd planned a well prepared dinner for just the two of you in the comfort of your home. You'd stayed up waiting for him, dressed in your finest clothing and simple jewelry.

The expectations you'd have of the night was brought down to the drain as now, you were sat on your living room floor, trying to drain your tears with ice cream. You couldn't believe it.

A year ago, Changbin had made a promise never to drink again, knowing fully well on how much you despised alcohol because it reminded you of your bad childhood. You still couldn't process the fact that he'd forgotten about your anniversary.

Your thoughts came to a halt when the doorbell rang. Knowing it was him, you got up from the ground and walked over to open it up for him, allowing him in and now here you were, the both of you staring into each other's eyes. None of you saying a word.

Looking at him made you feel more pissed off than before. Trying to walk away from him, he grabbed your hand and turned you to look at him.

" Can we talk?" He asked, now sober and back to his senses.

" There's nothing to talk about. Goodnight." You wriggled your hand out of his grip.

" Y/n..."

" Look Changbin, I'm very tired right now and literally have no strength to talk to you. Whatever you wanna say can wait."

Just like that, you walked away from him and made your way to your bedroom where you cried the rest of your tears to sleep. Safe to say, he found it hard to sleep that night.

The very next morning, he'd done everything possible to earn your forgiveness and let me say, it took a really long time because he ended up making up for the previous day, but on the bright side, y'all's relationship was back to normal.

Hyunjin

" Babe, hear me out," Hyunjin pleaded, following you around the house as you did basic chores. After the last text you'd sent to him, he came running all the way from work to apologize to you and unfortunately for him, you were having none of it.

" I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean it."

Sighing frustratingly, you whipped your head around to glare at him. " Can you stop trailing me around? You're starting to get on my nerves now." You told him.

" I'm very sorry. You're not annoying, nor are you pushy. I'm just very dumb and stupid for even saying that. You deserve to be treated like royalty"

" You like someone else?" You asked, crossing your arms.

" Fuck, no, y/n. You're the only one I love, please forgive me for what I said. From now on, I promise to give you all the attention you want."

" You mean it?" You asked again, squinting your eyes at him. He nodded frantically. Giving him one more look, you forgave him and almost immediately, he tackled you into a hug and spoilt your face with kisses.

At the end of the day, the both of you ended up spending your evening at the cinema.

I hope you like it. Sorry for any mistakes found 🤗

[vampiretendencies]

request; hi mya! here to request: bombarding them with blankets, tea, heating pads, and anything else they’d need when injured/under the weather with rafe if you want! no pressure to write it at all though :)

warnings; fluff

pairing; rafe x fem!reader

authors note; req a blurb from the list below or send in your own ideas form imagines etc ( i sound like a broken record ik) thank you for not putting any pressure on me, i really enjoyed writing this. SEASON 3 IS HOURS AWAY YALL !!

other ways to say i love you prompt list

Being sane became more eminent since Rafe found you.

But, now he’s going insane with you not being your typical self.

The stomach bug getting the best of you— Rafe’s interference was as simple as absolutely nothing can happen to you.

You have to be in his life, some form or some way.

He didn’t deem much romantically in his past relationships because of all that came with Rafe being Rafe.

With you sticking around the longest, he’d told himself that you were permanent.

Permanently his.

Nothing less.

Dramatically so, he thinks you’re on your death bed. And he’s not going to have you dying on him, and leaving him all lonesome.

Or right back at square one, and in his same old mindset.

The scorching of the teabags in a stove pot, made the raging headache you had soar even more. You didn’t complain though, knowing full well that he was only trying to get you on your feet and have you taking care of him again.

That’s why he’d go to great lengths to do so— hell, he’d travel to the ends of this earth if it meant you’d be better now.

“Are you still cold, Princess?”

Rightfully so, a princess— and that’s the exact treatment he’s been giving you.

There was even a massage earlier, rhythmically done and slow paced.

“A little-“

At that he’s swarming the Cameron living room toward the blanket cupboard, everything neatly put together as one could imagine. You already had two blankets on top of you, one was weighted and one was fuzzy, none of them doing that job that Rafe’s body heat usually gave.

A blue clothed heating pad is in his hand, along with a red quilt.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Rafe.”

“Shh, now pull those blankets back.”

His novelty gestures, leaving a shit eating grin on your face. Take advantage of it, you would.

The thin pad it placed on your clothed stomach, whilst he read the warning to not put it directly on your skin. Desiring your skin to be intact and preparing itself for when he could feel it against his fingertips again. The blanket is thrown over you, upon layering the others on top, he tucks it in slightly to the side of the leather couch—snug enough to sleep away the sickness.

“Tea’s almost done, alright?” His ring clad finger, tucked a tuft of sweaty tresses behind your ear.

He wasn’t disgusted, only enticed by you more.

A human retaining humanly things so gracefully.

“Okay, I appreciate-“

“Don’t do that. Just need you to get better for me, okay my love?”

You shook your head in agreeance, flattered by his niceties.

Rafe placed a sullen peck to your forehead, silently praying to himself that, he too wouldn’t get sick, and that this fucking stomach bug would fuck off.

[baby--charchar]

What does Charlies regression look like with lucifer? And how did he find out? Was he insanely supportive or confused?

Charlie has come to love spending time with Daddy when regressed (or 'dada,' age depending). But originally, she never intended for him to find out.

She and Vaggie were just starting to get the hang of it themselves and had no intention of telling others. One night after a LONG workday at the hotel, Vaggie was cooking up supper while Charlie was watching Disney in the main room. She was feeling about 2 or so, and was finally easing into her regression and learning to be content in it.

Cue untimely Lucifer and his ignorance on boundaries. Just has a great new idea on operating focus groups for residents, and barges into Charlie's and Vaggie's room. Well of course there's Charlie smack dab in the middle of the room, her thick hair out of its usual ponytail, pacifier in her mouth, surrounded by baby toys, and wearing a matching red pajama set clearly designed for toddlers. Charlie screamed her fucking head off and Vaggie stormed into the living room thinking she was going to have to kill someone. Alas, it was just poor Lucifer looking confused as hell and now covering his bleeding ears (that demon shriek of Charlie's is again, NO JOKE). Vaggie took control of the situation and shouted at him to leave. No pleasantries and definitely not how she "should" have been talking to the king of hell. But hey, he listened.

When he got back to his room he texted Charlie in a panic.

"Charlie is everything okay?"

"I'm not mad baby, I promise. I didn't mean to scare you. Talk to me."

"Answer me when you can, okay? I love you Charlie."

Back in the girls' room, Vaggie took dinner off the stove to rock poor Charlie in her arms. She was absolutely bawling. Vaggie just held her tight and shushed in her ear trying to get her to soothe. Charlie kept rambling on about how Lucifer was gonna hate her and think she's so gross and she just FINALLY got her dad back in her life just to scare him off. Vaggie just held her tight and tried to get Charlie to focus on her toys and movies. Once she finally settled, she asked her a question.

"Can you let me handle this?"

Charlie nodded after a moment. After Vaggie wrapped up her cooking, and got Charlie settled back in with her sippy cup and movie, Vaggie quietly stepped out.

She charged into Lucifer's room shouting, scaring the fuck out of him.

"AND YOU SEE HOW THAT FEELS?! DID YOU LIKE HAVING ME TEAR YOUR DOOR DOWN?! RUIN YOUR PEACEFUL FUCKING EVENING?! GOOD. I WANT YOU TO REMEMBER THIS MOMENT IF YOU EVEN THINK OF TRYING THAT SHIT AGAIN. NOW SIT YOUR ASS DOWN CUZ WE NEED TO TALK."

She breaks the news to him that yes, her daughter does in fact experience age regression. Basically, her mind goes into a state where it emotionally and cognitively functions like someone much younger than her real age. It's not her fault and she can't always control it, it's just how her mind is processing the immense pressure that she feels. Baby Charlie needs safety, love, and space to be herself no matter how she's presenting. And he was going to give all that to his little girl or...or else, dammit!

Lucifer was so confused. But unlike Charlie's worst fears, he was not disgusted at all. He wanted to know more. He knew Char Char was stressed, but he had no idea how strained she had been feeling. How is this supposed to help her? Can she control it at all? Does she actually enjoy it? Is it making her miserable, or is it really helping her be happy?

Vaggie did her best to answer every question. Eventually though, she could tell that something just wasn't clicking for Lucifer despite trying his hardest to understand. She sighed and pulled put her phone.

"Don't you EVER let her know these exist. You understand? She'd kill both of us if she knew I took these."

A video appeared of Charlie sitting on the floor in her red pajamas, banging on a small xylophone to the beat of a Disney Princess song playing in the background. Her little voice sang along, just barely audible over her clanging. Her grin was so contagious, Lucifer thought. Then a pang of nostalgia engulfed him out of nowhere.

Vaggie swiped and a new video appeared. This time Charlie was toddling around their living room, a stuffed animal held in the crook of her arm and her thumb in her mouth. Vaggie could be heard off screen chuckling.

"Go sit, Char Char. Dinner's almost ready." Charlie grinned at her and started walking over, her uncoordinated steps glaringly obvious.

"No.....no.....! Vee vee's gotta cook! Go sit down on the bed....go sit.... good girl! Good girl." Charlie looked back towards Vaggie and cackled before trying to get up again.

Lucifer's heart was absolutely aching. His daughter looked so sweet. So happy and relaxed, something he hasn't truly seen in ages. She absolutely radiated the same joyous energy that she had as a toddler. And Vaggie just kept swiping. Photos and videos of Charlie finger painting, taking naps in weird spots, sitting in baths with bubbles all the way up to her neck. By the end of it Lucifer was tearing up.

He asked if 1, he could get some of those pictures, and 2, when he could see Charlie again. With Charlie's permission he was able to come back over that night for dinner. Even though Charlie painfully shy, she was clearly fascinated by her daddy being around and wanted him to pay attention to her. Lucifer was happy to brush her hair, pull out toys, and even carry her around all night long.

So yes...both! Insanely supportive after being insanely confused. And it's all thanks to Vaggie sorta taking the lead on caring for and speaking up for Charlie.

[noodlesandnana]

Request! @bloodypumpkins-blog done and done! 😤

Tw: obsessiveness, NSFW (choking, oral sex)

To say Yuta was obsessed with you was an understatement.

This man is INFACTUATED. Your hair, your lips, your nose, your curves, his eyes were always glued to you. He was also the biggest damn perv, and even though you had been his girlfriend for over a year, you still couldn't get used to it. How did the sweet shy boy that you met, oogle at you while you showered with the slyest smile on his face and grab your ass like his life depended on it?

It's odd how he flipped so fast. You giggled to yourself while washing the dishes.

Suddenly you felt a hard slap to your ass cheeks.

"FUCK YUTA!" You turned around fast and pushed him away.

"God damn baby girl I keep forgetting how much that ass of yours jiggles." He smiled that big ass pervy smile he always had on.

You just looked at him and rolled your eyes.

"That freaking hurt babe." You pouted.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ok?" He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around your waist.

Just as soon as you put your head against his chest you felt his hands grip your cheeks.

"Bro stop." You sighed as you pulled away and then noticed a bulge in his black sweats.

He knew you saw it too.

"Come on baby you gonna help me out?"

You turned your head and started to walk away but instead Yuta pushed you against the wall.

" Ay, I need an answer y/n, you gonna help me or not baby?"

"Hell no." You said as you turn your head away from him trying to play hard to get like you were really mad.

Yuta frowned a bit. He brought his hand up to your neck at first with hesitation but then gently wrapped his long slender fingers up to your neck and applied a little pressure.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and Yuta took that as a sign to apply more pressure, and he did.

You looked like you were having the time of your life.

You moaned softly and he kept applying pressure until you finally grabbed his hand to stop.

"OK, OK FINE. I'll help ya out." You said and Yuta released his grip on your neck completely, then stared you down till you got on your knees.

You pulled down the waisted band of his sweat pants and his boxers just enough so his dick softly laid on his stomach, leaking precum.

You licked your glossy lips and then licked his tip a few times as he started to take deeper breaths.

You then took as much of him as you could in def your mouth, sucking slow and jerking off what ever else couldn't fit in your mouth.

His eyes rolled back as he moaned and groaned.

"F-fuck y/n. Go faster please baby."

You hummed as a sign of 'ok' and went faster.

Suddenly you felt Yuta jolt and hot stickiness come into your mouth.

"Sorry I didn't warn y-you . You don't have to swallow that." He said trying to catch his breath.

And yet you opened your mouth to let him see all of his hot, white, sticky cum in your mouth, and then you swallowed.

It made him go insane, and his boner instantly came back.

"Another round please? "

[f0point5]

whenever i hear about ocon's parents selling their house and living in a caravan (iirc) i just feel so bad for him. it really reminds me of all those traumatised child actors whose parents quit their job because the child can now be the breadwinner. obvs it's two complete opposite sides of the spectrum but both are such unfair sitautions to be put in as a child! esteban needing to succeed because otherwise his family would be broke forever?? (also i know that these decisions are often mentioned in a heart warming "oh look at how much my parents sacrificed for my dream" -way, but i find it so hard to look at it from a positive light. i'm sure they did it all out of love but i just can't imagine putting your child in such a tough position and putting that much pressure on them. i guess i just lack that top performance athlete mentality lol.) not to mention that most of these racing children hardly have a plan b career plan since they usually drop out of school. so now you have a kid who single handedly has to save the family from financial ruin AND has no safety net or plan b whatsoever. that's just insane and it's no wonder esteban is like that. he really has the ultimate rags to riches back story but his history gave him such a massive chip on his shoulder that he's just become unlikeable, which sucks!!! wish someone would grab his shoulders and shake him around a little and say: estieee!! youve made it!! stop driving like losing would full on kill you and just focus on getting the best out of the car and be the best you can be!! you'd think that someone with his backstory would be the last person who'd need to be humbled, but fucking hell he acts so smug and can be so delusional it's exhausting.

anyyyyways, apologies for dropping a full essay in your askbox, i don't even care about esteban lmao. it's just that whenever i do happen to think about him i just get so frustrated 🤷🏼‍♀️😬

have a lovely evening!! 💞

This.

I remember reading that once when I didn’t know too much about him and thinking, okay that’s a bit extreme. And then I thought about how much pressure that must have put on him. Pressure to succeed, but also just pressure in terms of that being not an ideal quality of life for a teenage boy. His parents made his life exponentially harder in every single way to support his hobby in the hopes that he could turn it into a career to support them. And then I thought about the fact that if he hadn’t been that 0.00001% that makes it, how much harder his life would have got, and how much guilt he would have lived with. They set him up to live with constant insecurity and instability, and to shoulder the burden of making that all worth it for them. Who does that to their child? I don’t care how talented you think they are, betting you’re financial security on that is imbecile behaviour. Even Esteban said if he were in his parents’ position he wouldn’t do it. Poor guy knows what it does to child.

It’s exactly like moving your kids to LA to be the breadwinner, except it’s worse because the amount of kids able to support a family on acting work is probably 10,000 times the the amount of drivers making enough money to support a family from driving alone. Statistically, there was a 0% chance that that gamble would pay off for them but they did it anyway. That’s worse odds than a slot machine. And they bet the house their son was living in?! Ew. Just ew.

And yeah, people say “look what my parents sacrificed for my dream” with affection when that dream has come true. But what would have happened if he hadn’t made it. “Look what my parents destroyed because they bet my future and theirs on my childhood hobby”. What in the damn hell. These stories are not in any way endearing to me - they’re just examples of narcissistic and irresponsible parenting.

And now I’ve just seen clips of a podcast he did talking about his childhood and I was almost tearing up for him. How he and his dad used to take tyres from the other kids’ karts out of the bins and reuse them because he didn’t have enough sets over a weekend, and how he didn’t go to birthday parties or on holiday because it was all focused on his racing. That’s a CHILD. And he was talking about how he and his dad would see Max and Jos and how everyone was intimidated by them but he and his dad weren’t…because they had literally bet their shirts on his career and couldn’t afford to be scared. That. Is. A. Child. What if he woke up one day and didn’t want to do it anymore? What if he wanted a life beyond what his parents chose for him by putting their lives on the line? Would he have been allowed to? I mean. No bloody words.

Again, anyone who says Jos is a problem father better be coming for the Ocons (and Anthony Hamilton).

The way he is is so clearly connected to the fact that he lived his whole life in survival mode. That guy moves through the world like the last meal he had was one he had to fight for in an abandoned warehouse. And fair enough it got him where he needed to go, but once you’ve made it, It’s the most unpalatable energy to be around, and it no longer serves you. And it also makes you look like an ass because how can you be a whole f1 driver and stink of desperation. Logically it’s clear why but it’s still just not a likeable combination. He probably knows that, but doesn’t know any other way to be. That’s why he has such an issue with teammates - he can’t not fight for things because he’s always scared someone is going to take something from him. He’s like a stray dog that you take in and they hide food in their bed because they think you might not ever feed them again.

I really hope he’s getting some therapy because the childhood is trauma-ing out in the open.

I think of everyone on the grid he’s the one I feel most sorry for, because of all the backstories that you hear, he seems the most unhealed.

But the levels of delulu is something else. That f3 season where he beat Max (racing for a top team while Max was in one that I don’t think had even won a race until Max won 10 in one season) really got him thinking they were on a level and he hasn’t let go of it since. He’s like “oh I look at it like I’ve never had the opportunity to go against Max because we’ve always been in different leagues of car”…as if there’s not a REASON. You’re out here like “he’s in a red bull” well why aren’t you? By your own admission you were on the same f3 track…helmut wasn’t looking for you bro.

Hope you don’t mind my essay back lol. I’m low-key obsessed with him because I find him so annoying but at the same time he’s like literary gold dust. He has such Main Character backstory. It’s just a pity he comes across so unlikeable to me. And the thing is, I genuinely think underneath it all he is a sweet person (delulu still, but sweet), but it just comes secondary to his survival mode personality.

[daydreamgoddess14]

Landslide pt. 2

MASTERLIST here

Chapter 1 here

Summary: Jason approaches a singer/songwriter about a request for Ted Lasso Season 3.

Jason Sudeikis/Reader Insert (OFC, no use of y,n/l,n)

Rating: General for now... we'll see how it goes 🤭

Disclaimer: I absolutely own none of these songs, I also don’t want to diminish Sam Ryder’s contribution in creating Fought and Lost. This is all completely fictional. I also know nothing about the music industry so this is drowning in artistic license! 

Playlist Link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1crFZfdqL1fspNXb80u5sK?si=e90f5f8f357b4647

It leans very Swift heavy but also has songs that I feel fit the main character and her style. I've never created a playlist for a fic before but it seemed appropriate given the main character's profession.

Songs used in Chapter 2:

Lover of the Light - Mumford and Sons (https://open.spotify.com/track/2rjOBgZ6vmRhzf4AbQbbvZ?si=3cdfe7ca63294533)

I Will Wait - Mumford and Sons (cover by Matt Johnson & Amber Leigh Irish: https://open.spotify.com/track/6pZ37H5lrW2v26D9Sbx6Yo?si=0fb2b5b84b0a4c92)

Chapter 2

The blue carpet was packed full of people, you weren't entirely sure where you needed to go but followed the other guests towards the doors of the auditorium, it was one of those situations where your fame came in useful, crowds parted and support staff were always happy to make sure you were going in the right direction. 

"Why do you always look like a deer in the headlights at these things? You need a better poker face." A voice chastised behind you. You whipped round to see Marcus and Carey. Insanely grateful for familiar faces you hugged them both happily, over the moon to see them. 

"I fucking hate these things. I always feel like an imposter."

"You sold out an arena tour in a day, what the hell are you on about?!" Carey laughed. You shrugged, 

"It could all come crashing down, you never know!"

"Alright doom and gloom, here the kids wanted you to see this." Marcus handed you his phone so you could see the picture of their kids dressed up as Spiderman and Thor, wielding a ukulele and a keytar. 

"Ohhhh!" You shriek, bubbling with laughter. "They are the cutest! Clearly they take after Carey." Between the two of you, Marcus paused to wave further up the carpet, your laughter had caught the attention of some photographers. You looked over to see who he was greeting and locked eyes with the man of the hour, Jason. You managed to raise a shy smile which he returned. It felt like an eternity but was probably only about 5 seconds before you were back talking to Carey as if nothing had happened. Something had definitely happened though, your skin felt tingly, you could feel the blood in your veins heating up, and your legs felt like jelly. It was like meeting at the studio again except instead of poor Tom being the gooseberry, half of Los Angeles were. 

"We're doing a little set tonight." Marcus explained. 

"Oh nice, I haven't heard you guys for ages." You brought yourself back down to earth. 

"You could," he cooked his head with a wink, "y'know… join us?"

"No way, I'm not remotely prepared, I haven't sang live for weeks. I don't even remember half the words to your stuff!"

"Thanks mate."

"You know what I mean, It's too much pressure."

"As opposed to every other time you perform. Go onnn! It'll be fun!"

"For who?!" You try to counter, but he's winning you over. It really had been quite a few weeks since you'd last performed to an audience and you were feeling the pull. There was also that intoxicating way Jason had looked at you - the urge to do something unexpected and surprise him was pretty strong. "OK, say I said yes, who would we be pissing off - apart from my entire management team?"

"Nah, no one. No one even needs to know, we'll just tell the floor manager to get an extra mic set up and everyone else will be none the wiser. It'll be a good surprise for Tom and Jason to hear you properly live with a band." Yeah… you couldn't argue with that. 

"OK, OK, let's do it." He whooped and the three of you started moving a little quicker to the doors. You passed by a handful of the cast still having photos taken, a couple of them recognised you and a buzz went up from the photography area. You hesitated before stopping for some pictures, it was a premiere after all and you had dressed up for it in a dress which was the visual representation of exuding confidence. Confidence which you were absolutely winging at the moment in an ultimate ‘fake it til you make it’ strategy.

"How come you're here tonight?" One of the photographers shouted, “What do you think of your ex’s new girl?”

"Just a fan of the show." You smiled and posed, ignoring the second question. Once inside, Carey waved you off with a grin while you went backstage with Marcus.

~~~~~~~

"So we're doing the theme song - you don't have to do that - then in between the two episodes we're doing 2 or 3 songs while everyone has a break, then I think we'll do one after the screening as well. Happy with that?" You nod, "I'll come back to watch the first episode so you come back with me just before that ends. I'll go out as planned, introduce you and you can join us. Bit of backing, bit of melody. It doesn't matter if you really have forgotten all the words." You thank him gratefully. Back with Carey, you cheer for Marcus as he performs the theme song. At the other end of the same row, you can't help but steal a glance at Jason. He looked across to you just as your attention was drawn back to the stage. You managed to sneak out just before the end of the episode to wait for Marcus to introduce you. As expected, with only a few people knowing that you were there and no one at all expecting you to join the band on stage, the screening audience went crazy when you were introduced. 

"Hey everyone, thanks for letting me crash the party. Hope you're playing something I remember, Marmar." You tease lightly. He puts a hand to his heart, 

"Some of you may have seen us in the early 2010s on tour with my good friend here. You might remember that she used to join us for a banging version of Lover of the Light?" He looked to you for confirmation that you remembered enough to get by, and then you brought the fucking house down. With the first couple of songs under your belt, you were much more relaxed watching the second episode. It had been such a rush performing live on a total whim, it had been years since you'd done something so reckless and unpredictable regarding your music. Your phone was already blowing up in your bag with Twitter notifications - your management team would have a field day again, you still weren't exactly in the good books. Marcus had saved your favourite of his songs for last - I Will Wait. Similarly to Lover of the Light, the pair of you used to do a storming version together many, many years ago and you loved it so much that you'd recorded an acoustic version for one of your albums and you had been known to wheel it out during live shows as well. It wasn't until you were back up on the stage though that Marcus pretty much reduced his own role to backing singer and had gently nudged you to front the band. It was a damn good job you'd known them all for the better part of 15 years. Your unrehearsed, pared down version was a winner. You kept your eyes in the general direction of Carey and didn't let them stray to the opposite end of the row until the very end when you couldn't resist stealing a look at Jason any longer. He looked happy - fortunately - really happy, and you could feel your stomach tighten at the vaguely familiar notion of genuine attraction to someone. With the impromptu mini gig over, you had a quick 5 minutes with the band before heading off with the intention of finding a bar and a very alcoholic drink prior to catching up with Jason and Tom. Dutch courage was very much on the agenda. You ordered a whiskey and watched from the bar as the cast and creative team started making their way in, stopping every few seconds to be welcomed and congratulated by guests, media and family. You'd gotten talking to a couple of the writers who'd recognised you. 

"I was at your last gig in New York, it was so much fun!"

"I love shows in New York," You grinned, "I get to sleep in my own bed for a change!" 

"Ugh hotel beds are a menace. I either sleep like the dead or not at all."

"Tell me about it, buses are the worst though - be so glad you don't have to sleep on a bus! I did a week of shows in the UK last year and we were so tight on time that I'd finish a gig, go to sleep on the bus and wake up in a new city. I don't even think we bothered with hotel rooms, just drove through the night." You grimaced. Your back still hadn't forgiven you for that, and your tour manager was under strict instructions to avoid that debacle for future shows.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, congrats guys!" Jason reached in to say hello to his writing team first.

"You too boss! Have you guys met?" They gestured to you, "I had no idea Marcus was going to bring her, did you?" 

"I did know. Thanks for coming." Jason finally turned to you with a smile that made you forget your own name. 

"Thanks for the invite. And sorry for the surprise set. It was Marcus's idea." You looked up while the writers filtered away to see other people, leaving the two of you alone. You took a long drink, buying you time to compose yourself because holy shit he looked so good. You wondered if it would be better to hold the meeting at separate ends of the room and communicate via smoke signals to save your blushes.

"Oh no, I loved it! Instant validation for the request I sent to Tom and Marcus, as if hearing you in the studio wasn't enough. You sounded amazing." You wave the compliment away,

"I'm way under rehearsed, I'm still under strict instructions to lay low for a while so I haven't been in front of a big audience for ages."

"It didn't show, really, you were great. Better than Marcus."

"Stop, he'll never forgive me!" You nudged him, laughing. 

"Can we sit?" You nod and his hand brushes the small of your back, guiding you to a booth. It’s warm through the thin fabric of your dress and you could curse when your treacherous body shivers in response. 

"Congrats on tonight, it looks like it's been a huge success."

"Ahh we'll see, it's a long way to go till the end of May. How's your week been?"

"Pretty good thanks, a few meetings. Plenty of writing."

"Anything you'd like to share?" He asked curiously. 

"Not just yet,” you tease lightly, “give it another day or so and maybe. Also it might be wildly different to what Tom's expecting so I don't want to get in trouble."

“You don’t strike me as a troublemaker.”

“I’m on my best behaviour. Unfortunately. One more bad headline and-” you draw your finger across your throat.

“No way? Those headlines are not your fault - you defended yourself.”

“Hmm but there are a lot of people out there who don’t believe that I’m defending myself. They believe that I’m the problem.” He looks at your hand resting on the table near his and you think he’s about to take it, but he moves his own away at the last second. “So… troublemaker, that’s me.” You smile ruefully. 

“Well I think I’ll reserve judgment.” He does move his hand then, but not to take yours, instead it goes around you to rest on your hip furthest from him, the action sliding you across the seat a few inches closer to him. He holds your gaze, an unspoken request for permission/forgiveness. You can’t help but feel a little unsure, automatically defensive. You’d spent three years being belittled, gaslit, shamed and manipulated in every aspect of your personal life, and now you were trying to recover from that whilst simultaneously trying to prove that those things were really happening to you and that you’re not a cold, calculating and manipulative bitch. You had no idea who you could really trust, who was supporting you or who was in the pocket of your ex. It was draining trying to mentally vet every reaction, conversation and person before letting your guard down. Something in his warm eyes lets you think you can trust him though, so you lean into that and into his hand just a little. Your eyes flash down to his mouth and back again and you hope you were quick enough that he didn't notice because you hadn't meant to do it. Well, not exactly. Your time alone is cut short though when Tom comes over with more drinks. 

"So that was unexpected." He said, handing you a glass. "Brilliant, but unexpected." Jason moves his hand from behind you to take his drink from Tom. 

"Told you." 

"Hush, you. Thank you, Tom. I caved to peer pressure. Marcus bullied me into it."

"I should get him a drink then." You unlock your phone and slide it across the table, the notes app open. As it passes him, Jason tries to sneak a look but Tom grabs up the phone and reads. "Keep going, you're nearly there." He advises firmly. "Though I want to hear it, I'm in meetings all day tomorrow but record a quick voice note, give me an idea of pace and melody and I’ll think on it." 

"Can you send it to me too?" Jason asked. 

"Nope." You reply with a smirk, for a moment he looks confused. "I don't have your number. But also, I’m not about to send you a half arsed voice note just yet." You shrug. He's about to reply when a few people start milling around looking like they need him. He excuses himself and you and Tom compare some notes on the start you’ve made to the song. He next finds you back at the same table catching up with Carey.

“-I’m just saying I would pay good money to see you recreate that Tom Holland Lip Sync Battle rain dance!” Carey giggled.

“Oh god, I’d fall over and break something! Besides, I’m not built for dancing - especially not dirty rain dancing!” You reply gleefully, the giggles getting the better of you both.

“Who’s doing dirty rain dancing?” Jason grins, handing both of you a drink, “Saw you both from the bar.”

“Ahh I’ll never convince her. Maybe Marcus will do it instead.” She takes a sip of her drink, “I’m going to be so hungover on the school run tomorrow.”

“Same.” he agrees.

“I’ll come with you, I want to see the kiddos and I’ll bring the biggest coffees I can find.”

“Thanks, love. If I’m already going to be hungover I might as well finish this drink as well! Thanks Jason, and congratulations!” As the party slows and people drift off, including Tom, you talk Carey into staying for another drink, not quite willing to leave Jason’s company just yet. He’s been sitting next to you again, not so close that it would make Carey uncomfortable or would seem rude. Close enough that when he talks with his hands they brush against your arm or hand. When they’re finally still and he puts them on the seat between you both, his fingertips can catch against yours or (very bravely) ghost over the hem of your dress. Meanwhile, you’re trying to look casual, trying to act unruffled but there’s a marching band inside your body banging your heart like a bloody big drum and it might as well be bursting out of your chest like a cartoon. When Carey gets up to track down Marcus so you can share an Uber with them, he turns on the seat to face you. 

“Can I give you my number?” He asks, watching your eyes widen in surprise. “For the voice note you're going to send me,” he teases.

“I’m not sending you the bloody song over WhatsApp. Tom can show you whatever he chooses, but you’ll get nothing from me until I say so.”

“Nothing at all huh?” He moves closer on the seat. You smile shyly,

“I’d strongly advise against whatever it is you think you’d like to do right now.”

“There’s a lot that I’d like to do, you might need to be more specific?” You shake your head in exasperation.

“My life is a fucking mess.”

“So is mine.”

“So you wouldn’t want to make it worse.”

“I really think I might actually want to. Might make it better.”

“The paps are-”

“Intense, rude, intrusive?”

“My ex-”

“Is a dick.” 

“Can we be serious for one minute? One minute. I don’t want you to drag you into this shitshow, my name is mud everywhere at the moment - I might as well be public enemy number one. No matter how… brief this might end up being, it’s still not fair on you, or your family, that you get associated with it all.”

“I don’t need to be, we don’t have to broadcast it.”

“I’m pretty sure they know my diary better than I do.” You counter, then pause, taking in the hat, the custom made tracksuit, the dimples. “But… I can avoid them most of the time. I try to… protect myself.”

“We could try that? Because I’d really like to kiss you before Carey gets back and you have to leave.” You can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth at that. The hint of a smile is enough for him to lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips making you hum happily. “Wanna come to a basketball game?”

“And sit about 10 seats away from you pretending I’m not checking you out?”

“Amazing coincidence, that’s exactly what I’d be doing too.”

“I’d love to. Especially the checking you out part.” You grin. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Marcus and Carey coming back for you. “Looks like my time is up.” He slips his phone out of his pocket and opens the screen before handing it to you to add your number.

~~~~~~~~

Over the next couple of days, the tabloids seemed to wake up to your arrival in L.A, though they did at least leave you alone and keep their distance. A handful of pictures cropped up on Twitter and Instagram - you holding hands with one of Marcus and Carey’s kids, giving them a piggyback after school, some of you from the Ted Lasso premiere and one of you collecting takeout the evening after the premiere. You knew there would be photographers at the basketball game you were attending so you’d planned to go with an old friend. Despite Jason being the one to ask you to go, you knew that you’d be unlikely to even be able to say more than hello to him with so many eyes around. You sat one row back from the courtside and about 10-15 seats further along the row than Jason sat with his castmates and son. He’d sent you a message before you’d even pulled up at your apartment after the premiere, you’d replied of course and the message pingpong had been pretty regular in the run up to the game. He’d seen you arrive, he’d been loitering at the edge of the court talking while the seats began to fill up. You’d smiled and held your beer up in greeting.

You look great, I’m glad you came

Thanks, you too. This doesn’t count as a first date though.

That’s fair, I’ve got to get O home after this, but we could hang out later in the week?

Sounds good, enjoy the game

After the game, someone had pushed a ball into his hands while people were milling around the court. He’d been laughing and joking with Toheeb and Kola and you’d been perfectly happy just watching him have a good time. He took his cap off and turned it around on his head so he could better line up his shot. You had been halfway through a conversation but god fucking damn your jaw near hit the floor when he bounced a little and the ball had travelled near half the length of the court and straight into the basket. Someone had been filming it and Kola had excitedly told him to tell the camera that it had been one take. By this point, you’d long given up on talking with your friend and she watched in amusement while your words had trailed off. She followed your gaze to the scenes on the court.

“That’s emmm… that’s pretty hot.”

“I’m not usually a men doing sports type of person. In that it normally doesn’t affect me in any kind of way.”

“How you feeling now?”

“Pretty fucking affected. Jesus.” You reached for your phone while the image and the thoughts were still fresh in your mind - though there was no doubt that the visual would be there for a very long time to come. 

That was insane. I truly hope you know how hot that was because I… I’m speechless.

With the rest of the court clearing out, you took your empty beer glasses and took one last look at Jason. He spotted you so you gave a quick glance around for potential photographers before very obviously fanning yourself with your hand. He laughed and winked.

~~~~~~~~~

[bizlybebo]

Because its on my mind Im sending this as a "Ramble about it here when you get to X episode" ask. When you finish the episodes titled black, white and grey please rant about them here. They are great and I want to see your opinions

hahaha. hi endy.

the staring at the wall evolved into falling asleep and randomly waking up at 4am, still processing these episodes.

i wrote down. some of my thoughts now having experienced the full thing and got kind of carried away with um. 1.4k words of rambling :3

it’s not even all i want to say but i. ough. fuck these episodes were so good but so. auugggh.

it’s like 5am now im posting this and gonna try to go back to sleep but. holy fucking SHIT when i get you bizly.

(i don’t at all expect you to read this behemoth of a ramble!! just. need to put this somewhere as well because my brain’s still exploding after these episodes)

When season two started I thought it marked a lot of stuff for, y’know, how the show was gonna get darker. I mean, episode one, people were getting killed by a chaos demon in that prison.

I was entirely expecting all the ugly, gory bits of season two to be… external shit. Stuff that other guys, the actual antagonists, did.

But William felt pressured in Black. And suddenly it sets off this chain reaction, and suddenly one of our protagonists is no longer doing heroic things. Suddenly William is effectively torturing a guy psychologically in an attempt to save thousands more with David’s medical research.

He fell into the crux of a lot of villains: “It’s for the greater good”.

There was no going back after he stabbed Tide with the syringe. Tide, who never even had his guard up around William because despite everything, he trusted him and had immeasurable faith in his boys.

White is probably my favorite and least favorite episode, simultaneously, to ever come out of jrwi. The emotional, symbolic, and hell, even cinematic effect it has is insane.

I could fucking scream forever about Willian’s actions in White. About Vyncent’s inactions and the way he was torn about everything— about the fact that in season one, Vyncent was the “violent” one.

But Mark and Dakota fucking hit me in the heart to an insane amount.

Dakota. MOTHERFUCKING. Cole.

I said this before, but:

It’s the fact that Dakota still has optimism. He still has hope, at the very least, that Mark can change; turn over a new leaf for his kid.

“I think he should turn over a new leaf, like, with a new hero name, like— Soundwave, or something.”

He still thinks, or at least thought, that Mark can change. This was after he saw what he did to Lightspeed. He saw the worst of Mark’s actions but he still had faith and hope that there was a good person in there.

This shows so much fucking growth for Dakota’s character. The entire development of his morals, especially over season 2, is insane.

But Mark tries to kill Dakota. Several times.

He shoots at him, unleashes hundreds of bullets, and even tries to stab him. He couldn’t predict that Dakota would be incorporeal, and yeah, sure, you could say that he didn’t know Dakota forfeited his powers (and even without him he’s still significantly stronger than other kids his age). But even with his powers, Dakota would still have taken significant damage from the attacks.

Dakota and Mark’s rivalry is something I could pick apart and think about every little piece of forever.

They both have overwhelming love for Ashe, but it manifests in different ways.

Mark says it himself, “I am what I have to be.” He’s bringing home his kid by any means necessary. Ashe doesn’t have to like him, she just has to be safe and alive.

Dakota’s entire screaming match with Mark is engraved into my brain forever. It felt so real to witness, and the emotion in it was insane.

Dakota’s entire proclamation gets me. He’s so well spoken throughout despite shaking with how angry he is.

“I have been killing myself trying to train hard enough to save her.”

“If you were doing this for Ashe you wouldn’t do things that she’d hate you for.” But Mark is what he has to be.

Dakota never stands down. He keeps getting back up, and back up, and back. Up. Okehrjwjr I’m actually going to start crying thinking about this again.

When he was searching for Lightspeed and following Wavelength’s tracks, he kept asking himself: What would William do? Because he had faith in William’s decision making and investigation.

But at the very same time, William was wondering what Dakota would think about what he’s done.

And GOD don’t get me started on William and his brother.

In a sick, twisted way, I loved their dynamic. I loved what it meant for William narratively when David congratulated his work of defeating Xavier, even calling him “little brother” as a term of endearment. I was on the edge of my seat for their entire conversation in the meeting room.

David gave William his first drink, like older brothers do. William tortured a man because of his brother. David had apple juice sitting on hand because their mother told him to, just in case William ever showed up. William wanted apple juice. He killed somebody.

Cantrip’s been FUCKING me up. I couldn’t even write the word “death” after her name. It doesn’t feel real.

This can’t be the same show in which Jade was sitting on Xavier’s shoulders during mario kart, nonchalantly offering no help as he fought for his life to win like. Second place.

I mean, Jade was such a candid and real character. She was a teenager, just like the rest of the Prime Defenders, and she tried to take a turn for better things after leaving the fighting ring. She went from villainy to vigilantism, and sure, her morals were kind of skewed with how she seemed pretty okay with Alan killing the Bell Tech employees, but her motives were good, in a sense.

(“It’s all for the greater good”. It’s the same thing William was thinking, except William was directly dirtying his hands by torturing Xavier, while Cantrip was just accepting that Alan killed some people.)

I think there’s something to say for how William creates a vision of Cantrip out of smoke, distorting her into some monster, and how that’s the last time we see her image at all before learning of the fact that she’s. Gone.

The last time we see the real Jade, she’s just trying to escape. She doesn’t even talk, if I remember correctly. She just tries to get out. She gets shot in the arm but still persists.

And William ends up being the one who pulls the trigger; who injects the memory loss shit into her blood.

He’s the one who kills her, despite not knowing it at the time.

And David still masquerades as an innocent man, going as far as to relax at his apartment with him and William’s parents as though the events of the previous night never happened.

It fucks me up how the last words that Will and David exchanged before the confrontation in the apartment was:

“Don’t turn into a supervillain while I’m gone.”

“You either.”

William was starting to believe that David was a guy with awful methods, but good intentions— and William felt as though he was the same way. He saw himself becoming David, but David manipulated him into thinking that, hey, it’s awful, but at least he wouldn’t be… alone, I guess, in being a horrible person.

William and David finally saw eye to eye on the worst thing.

And David. Still. Lied.

Lied by omission.

And Jade was the one who took the fall for William’s actions. Jade, the girl who made fun of William for his crush on Vyncent. Jade, who had a sister she cared about, even if she scoffed about her love of heroes— despite the implication that their parents died because of them (likely caught in crossfire or casualties of battle). Jade, who painted her nails and placed bets on William kissing Vyncent, saying he’d be too pussy to do so. Jade, who found herself in a fucking fighting arena of all places but still found friends through it.

Jade, who was the first one to trust William with her actual name instead of Cantrip.

William, who killed her.

And. Fucking Christ.

Vyncent’s monologue at the end of episode 33 just. Fucks me up.

For the entire greyscale series, he finds himself suspended in inaction, too scared to do the right thing and too scared to stop the wrong thing.

But he finally faces it. He looks at William, certainly with fear after knowing all that he’s done, and even still, Vyncent dances around the morality of the subject. He accepts if William wants to flat-out lie to Dakota’s face about what happened at Bell Tech, though he does warn him of the significant damage it’ll do to their friendship.

And when William asks Vyncent to leave the room at the end of the episode, Vyncent finally takes a leap and becomes no longer caught by his indecision between apathy and guilt.

He looks at William, thinking he’s on the edge of something he won’t come back from, and he takes his hand, and pulls Wlliam back from the metaphorical cliff’s edge. If William does fall, then they’re falling together.

His entire proclamation, starting with “I’ve had so many opportunities to do the right thing”, fucking guts me.

God I’ve been typing for like. An hour now but the greyscale series really fucked me up holy shit.

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