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This is why I hate it when MRAs whine about the courts “favoring” the mothers

How the 'junk science' of parental alienation infiltrated American family courts and allowed accused child abusers to win custody of their kids.

This story was reported in partnership with the nonprofit newsroom Type Investigations.

In the summer of 2020, when he was 12, the boy told his therapist something he'd never told anyone else.

For years, Robert claimed, his stepdad had sexually abused him.

The therapist alerted the San Diego County child welfare agency, which launched an investigation. The county sheriff opened an inquiry, too. Thomas Winenger, the only father figure Robert had ever known, began assaulting him when he was only 7, Robert told a forensic social worker in October 2020. Winenger would pin him down, cover his mouth, and force him into acts he found "disgusting," he said. Sometimes, he said, Winenger recited Bible verses during the attacks, claiming the devil was in Robert's heart.

Robert, whom Insider is identifying by only his middle name, said that as he struggled to breathe, he fought back by hitting, punching, and kneeing his stepfather. But he said Winenger overpowered him.

By the time Robert came forward, Winenger had been named his legal father and was divorced from Robert's mother, Jill Montes, with whom he also shared two young daughters. Robert confronted Winenger with the allegations that November, and within weeks Winenger denied the claims in family court. "This NEVER HAPPENED," he asserted in a filing.

He offered an alternative explanation for Robert's disturbing claims, one that shifted the blame to Robert's mother.

Montes, Winenger contended, had engaged in a pattern of manipulation known as "parental alienation." Robert's accusations weren't evidence that he'd abused the boy, Winenger claimed. They were evidence that Montes had poisoned the children against him. The delayed timing of Robert's allegations, Winenger argued, only made them more suspicious. Montes was causing the children such grave psychological harm, he claimed in the filing, that the children should be transferred to his custody right away.

That December, Child Welfare Services substantiated Robert's allegations, calling them "credible, clear, and concise." But the family-court judge, Commissioner Patti Ratekin, withheld judgment until the following October, when the psychologist she'd appointed as a custody evaluator submitted his own report.

That report, which has been sealed by the court, appears to have convinced Ratekin that Winenger was correct.

“Ma'am, you didn't show very well in the report. You are toxic. You're poisonous. You're an alienator," Ratekin told Montes at a hearing on October 28, 2021. "I don't believe for a second" that Robert's father molested him. "Not for a second," she repeated. "I think you've put it in his head."

Ratekin acted swiftly, granting Winenger's bid for custody and ordering him to enroll Robert and his sisters in Family Bridges, a program that claims to help "alienated" children reconnect with a parent they've rejected. She barred Montes, a stay-at-home mom and home schooler, from all contact with her children for at least 90 days, a standard prerequisite for admission to the program.

"I just wanted to crumble," Montes said.

Rejected as a psychiatric disorder

Parental alienation is a fairly recent idea, conceived in the 1980s by a psychiatrist, Dr. Richard Gardner, who argued that divorcing mothers, desperate to win custody suits, were brainwashing children against their fathers. In "severe" cases, Gardner wrote, children with "parental alienation syndrome" must be removed from their mothers, transferred to the care of their fathers, and reeducated through what he called "threat therapy."

Alienation has never been accepted as a psychiatric disorder by the medical establishment. Yet today, mental-health practitioners across the United States assess and treat it, particularly those who specialize in custody cases. Many of them collaborate closely, attending the same conferences, following the same protocols, and citing the same papers. Some run reunification programs like Family Bridges; others offer family therapy or produce custody evaluations for family courts.

Influenced by these experts, many judges have given the unproven concept the force of law.

Though most custody cases settle out of court, in a small fraction parents don't come to terms. In some of these contested cases, one parent accuses the other of alienating the children. The most intense disputes arise in cases where one parent alleges spousal or child abuse and the other responds with a claim of alienation.

But alienation claims are highly gendered. Men level the accusation against women nearly six times as often as women level it against men, one study suggests. That landmark study, published in 2020, found that in cases when mothers alleged abuse and fathers responded by claiming alienation, the mothers stood a startlingly high chance of losing custody.

Occasionally, parents accused of alienation are cut off from their children altogether. Since 2000, judges have sent at least 600 children to reunification programs that recommend the temporary exile of the trusted parent, a collaborative investigation by Insider and Type Investigations revealed. While the programs suggest a "no-contact period" of 90 days, this term is routinely extended and may last years, according to an analysis of tens of thousands of pages of court papers and program records.

The treatment typically starts with a four-day workshop for children and the parent they've rejected; aftercare can add months or years. Children may be seized for the workshop by force, with no opportunity for goodbyes.

Former participants at Family Bridges and a similar program, Turning Points for Families, said they were taught that their memories were unreliable, the parent they preferred was harmful, and the parent they'd rejected was loving and safe. In some cases, participants who resisted these lessons said they were verbally threatened; at Family Bridges, a few were threatened with institutionalization. Some participants said they ended up depressed and suicidal.

Program officials say they are helping children. Lynn Steinberg, a therapist who runs a program called One Family at a Time, said in an interview that virtually all the kids she's enrolled have falsely accused a parent of abuse and that she does not accept children into her program whose abuse claims have been substantiated. Without treatment, she said, alienated children would risk being plagued by guilt, and the relationship they wrongly spurned might never heal.

In Steinberg's view, the only child abusers in the families she sees are the "alienators," who have "annihilated" a devoted parent from their children's lives.

Recently, alienation theory has faced rising criticism. Efforts to legitimize the diagnosis have been rebuffed by the American Psychiatric Association, the World Health Organization, and the American Professional Society on the Abuse of Children. And the reunification programs burst into public view last fall, when a video documented two terrified children in Santa Cruz, California, being seized for One Family at a Time. In the clip, which went viral on TikTok, a 15-year-old girl named Maya pleads and shrieks as she's picked up by the arms and legs and forced into a black SUV.

Since then, bills that would restrict reunification programs have been introduced in Sacramento and four other state capitols.

An idea takes off

When a law professor named Joan Meier founded a nonprofit to help victims of domestic violence two decades ago, she didn't expect to focus on custody disputes. But day after day, she heard from mothers with similar, troubling stories. They'd finally escaped their abusive marriages, but their exes had fought them for custody — and won. The mothers had been accused of something Meier knew little about: parental alienation.

Meier, who taught at George Washington University, ordered a stack of books by the child psychiatrist who coined the term.

Richard Gardner began writing about children of divorce in the 1970s, when a dramatic transformation was underway in family court. Under the "tender years presumption," judges had long favored women in divorce cases, typically assigning children to their mother's sole custody. But as more women entered the workforce, more men participated in child-rearing, and more couples divorced, a nascent "fathers' rights" movement emerged, demanding gender neutrality in custody proceedings. The idea appealed to many feminists, too. By the 1980s, most states had recognized joint custody in their statutes.

This left judges in a quandary when couples failed to settle. Now, aside from a vague mandate to advance the "best interest" of children, courts lacked a clear paradigm for resolving disputes. Overwhelmed, judges turned to mental-health professionals, asking them to assess each parent's fitness and recommend an optimal arrangement. Gardner, then an associate clinical professor of child psychiatry at Columbia University, was an early custody evaluator, and in 1982 he published a how-to manual.

By 1985, Gardner was arguing that some mothers, seeking to regain their advantage in court, were inducing a mental illness in their children, a condition he dubbed parental alienation syndrome. Children afflicted with the syndrome, he said, could be identified by the "campaign of denigration" they waged against their fathers, which was accompanied by "weak, frivolous, or absurd" rationalizations and a disquieting "lack of ambivalence."

Some "fanatic" mothers even manipulated children into claiming their fathers had sexually abused them, Gardner contended. When other maneuvers against a father fail, he wrote, "the sex-abuse accusation emerges as a final attempt to remove him entirely from the children's lives." Child sexual-abuse claims made during custody disputes, he claimed, "have a high likelihood of being false." To prove children are suggestible, he often invoked the wave of 1980s cases in which preschool teachers were charged with sexual abuse but later exonerated.

Gardner's theory sidestepped what Joan Meier saw as a glaring truth: Many children accused their fathers of abuse because their fathers were actually abusive. In fact, by the early 2000s a large-scale study had found that contrary to Gardner's writings, neither children nor mothers were likely to fabricate claims during custody disputes.

The remedies Gardner proposed for parental alienation syndrome were harsh. "Insight, tenderness, sympathy, empathy have no place in the treatment of PAS," he said in a 1998 address. "Here you need a therapist who is hard-nosed, who is comfortable with authoritarian, dictatorial procedures."

In a 2001 documentary, Gardner told a journalist how a mother might respond to a child reporting sexual abuse: "I don't believe you. I'm going to beat you for saying it. Don't you ever talk that way again about your father."

Juvenile detention could cure children who refused to visit their fathers, Gardner said. But the main remedy he advanced in severe cases was "the removal of the children from the mother's home and placement in the home of the father, the allegedly-hated parent." This would break what he called a "sick psychological bond."

After introducing his theory, Gardner began using it in expert testimony and promoting it to other evaluators and fathers'-rights activists. By the early 2000s, family-court judges were regularly citing parental alienation.

To address this, Meier said, she undertook a series of academic articles examining the scholarship on parental alienation. She found that the theory was based on circular reasoning and anchored almost entirely in anecdotal data.

"I still believed in that day that if you did careful, thoughtful analytic scholarship, people would read it and be persuaded by it," she said.

The scarlet 'A'

Jill Montes had always wanted a big family. In 2008, she already had a 5-year-old daughter, Paige, with a man she'd divorced, and she was finding regular work as an actor in Los Angeles. She decided to adopt an infant son, Robert.

The next year, she met Thomas Winenger, who had master's degrees in engineering and business, on eHarmony. "He wanted to talk a lot about faith and God, and that wooed me," she said. She also welcomed his interest in Robert, whom she was insecure about raising alone.

In 2011, the couple married and settled near San Diego, and Montes quit acting. Soon, she later said in a court filing, Winenger was shoving, insulting, and threatening her, often in front of the kids. He promised to change, and she hoped he could. In 2012, their first child, Claire, was born, and Eden followed in 2015. Insider is identifying Montes' children by only their middle names.

Later that year, Montes accused Winenger of dragging Paige across a room. Montes sought a restraining order, which was ultimately denied, and kicked him out. He rented a room in a house nearby, where he regularly hosted the three younger kids. Sometimes, Robert went there by himself.

Montes filed for divorce in February 2018. Under an informal agreement, the kids continued spending time at Winenger's place. But at a hearing that fall, a 10-year-old Robert testified that during an argument over his math homework, Winenger had repeatedly grabbed, shoved, and spanked him.

Montes filed a petition for a domestic-violence restraining order, which Winenger fought, saying he hadn't mistreated Robert. In the end, Ratekin, the judge presiding over the divorce, signed a "stay away" order prohibiting Winenger from contact with Robert. But it didn't address the allegation of violence. Weeks later, Winenger asked Ratekin to name him Robert's legal father, arguing that he'd helped raise the boy from toddlerhood. Ratekin ruled in his favor and ordered the custody evaluation.

In court papers he filed on July 19, 2019, the day after the evaluator was appointed, Winenger accused Montes of parental alienation.

Often, according to Meier, the dynamic of a custody case shifts radically once alienation is raised. "It's like the table turns 180 degrees and now the only bad parent in the room is the alleged alienator," she said. An abuse allegation "fades out of view," she said, and any attempts by the mother to limit the father's access are seen as suspicious. It's almost as if, like Hester Prynne in "The Scarlet Letter," she's been branded with a flaming red "A," Meier said.

Indeed, Montes soon lost ground in court.

In January 2020, Ratekin ordered Robert into the care of a therapist, Mitra Sarkhosh, who has since provided aftercare for at least one reunification program. Sarkhosh saw Robert and his father together about 20 times, charging $200 an hour. But by summer, she had halted the sessions, saying Robert's anger was "not improving."

In a report filed in court, Sarkhosh appeared to blame Montes. Living with her, Robert was "saturated with negativity about his father," she wrote. There may be a need for "new interventions." (Citing patient-confidentiality laws, Sarkhosh declined an interview request.)

Robert was relieved to be finished with Sarkhosh, Montes said. He started seeing a new therapist, and, during the first session, he told the therapist he'd been sexually abused.

On November 18, 2020, at the direction of the San Diego County Sheriff's Department, Robert called Winenger to try to elicit a confession. When that failed, the department paused its investigation, but the child welfare inquiry proceeded. On December 1, the California Health and Welfare Agency issued a report substantiating Robert's claims.

"The Agency is worried that if given the opportunity, Tom Winenger will sexually abuse [Robert] again," the report says.

Neither Winenger nor his divorce attorney, Tamatha Clemens, responded to requests for interviews or to a list of detailed questions. In a motion for custody he filed on December 8, 2020, Winenger argued that Robert's allegations had been "orchestrated" by Montes and that her alienation "will not stop until she is restrained by the court."

The welfare agency sent Ratekin its report on January 4, 2021, according to a cover sheet reviewed by Insider. But Ratekin was still awaiting the custody evaluation, which she'd assigned to a psychologist, Miguel Alvarez. In 2009, Alvarez coauthored a handbook for parents in custody disputes. While the manual spells out in detail how to prove an alienation claim, it offers no specific guidance on how to prove a claim of abuse.

According to the report, part of which Insider reviewed at a San Diego County courthouse, a personality test Alvarez administered suggested that Montes suffered from "extreme hyper-vigilance" and "persecutory fears." People with these traits, Alvarez wrote, "are often quick to anger and overreact to perceived or imagined threats."

Winenger's scores on the same test were "normal," Alvarez wrote, and his performance on psychosexual and polygraph tests was "inconsistent" with Robert's allegations of sexual abuse.

The 136-page evaluation cost Robert's parents more than $90,000, according to bills reviewed by Insider. Alvarez didn't respond to requests for comment.

Ratekin reviewed the evaluation just before the October 28, 2021 hearing. Alvarez's findings were "exactly" what she'd expected, she said. In her view, the situation called for immediate action.

She put Claire, 8, and Eden, 6, in their father's custody that day, and she sent Robert, 13, to stay with his football coach. That was for Winenger's protection, she said. Until Robert was "detoxified," she said, he'd be prone to false claims of abuse.

Ratekin suggested Family Bridges as a solution. She'd had "really good success" with the program in another case, she said, and she thought it would ease Robert's transition. Without it, the boy wouldn't "get better," she said, and his sisters stood to benefit, too.

Winenger agreed. Under an order Ratekin signed on January 3, 2022, the children would attend a Family Bridges workshop with their father from January 11 to 14 and then return to his home. Montes was barred from contact with the children for at least 90 more days. Ratekin also prohibited the children from communicating with their older sister, their maternal grandmother, and anyone else who might "interfere" with their healing.

Contact would resume at Ratekin's discretion, depending upon how well everyone was cooperating.

Insider and Type reviewed 35 cases from the past two decades in which judges removed children from their preferred parent and sent them to a reunification program. In most of these cases, the children had resisted court-ordered visits with their fathers, and judges had held mothers responsible. Many of the judges framed the no-contact period as salutary: Children would be freed from the overbearing influence of their mothers, and their mothers would be motivated to change.

A case from New Castle County, Delaware is typical.

In 2016, Judge Janell Ostroski transferred two brothers to their father's custody and ordered them into treatment at Turning Points for Families, a program in upstate New York run by a social worker, Linda Gottlieb. Both boys had told Ostroski that their father, Michael D., yelled at them frequently, court records show, though neither had alleged physical abuse. The 9-year-old, O., told Ostroski he felt unsafe at his dad's house. Ashton, 14, was refusing to go there. Insider is not using the family's full last name in order to protect O.'s identity.

Michael had pleaded guilty several years earlier to public intoxication and indecent exposure for an incident in a public park with Ashton. A court-ordered psychological evaluation found that he had alcohol dependence and narcissistic personality disorder "with antisocial features." In 2013, the state's child welfare agency found that he'd emotionally abused Ashton, then 10 years old. The report, including any denials Michael presented, is sealed. This history was all cited in court three years later, in a custody dispute between Michael and his ex-wife, Kelly D.

During that dispute, Michael accused Kelly of alienation, and a custody evaluator backed him up. The evaluator, a psychologist, determined that Michael had become "a more positively functional person" and that Kelly, a preschool teacher, was the problematic parent. Kelly "distorts the reality of events" and "conveys to others an inaccurate and menacing perception of Mr. [D.]," the psychologist wrote in a May 2016 report. (Michael did not respond to detailed requests for comment. Neither did the psychologist.)

In written rulings that barred Kelly from contact with both children, Ostroski said the boys were "well cared for" in Kelly's home but blamed her for Ashton's refusal to see Michael. "Mother has done nothing in the past year to promote the Father/son relationship," Ostroski wrote, adding, "the court is hopeful that, with the appropriate interventions, Mother can recognize her role in helping the children have a healthy relationship with their Father."

Insider and Type sent questions about parental alienation and its remedies to Ostroski, Ratekin, and 19 other judges who've ordered the programs. Only Ratekin responded, and she declined to speak about the Winenger case because it is still pending. Nor would she answer general questions. "I am definitely not an expert in this area," she wrote, "nor do I feel qualified to answer questions about the issue or programs."

'A moratorium on the past'

In her January 2022 ruling, Ratekin authorized Winenger to hire a transport company to drive Robert and his sisters to the Family Bridges workshop, which would take place at a hotel a few hours outside San Diego. There, the children and Winenger met Randy Rand, who founded Family Bridges in the early 2000s, and a woman the children knew only as "Chris."

In 2009, Rand deactivated his psychology license after the California Board of Psychology found he'd committed professional violations including "dishonesty," "repeated negligent acts," and "gross negligence." Since then, he's accompanied at workshops by at least one other clinician. Rand isn't the only alienation expert to face sanctions from a state licensing board. Two other psychologists who've led Family Bridges workshops, Jane Shatz of California and Joann Murphey of Texas, have been sanctioned — Shatz after an allegation of negligence and Murphey after a finding that she failed to respond promptly to a subpoena. Both Alvarez, the custody evaluator in Robert's case, and Steinberg, who runs the program where a judge sent the girl in the viral TikTok, have been cited by California regulators for improper recordkeeping. Steinberg said her citation was the result of a series of meritless complaints by an "alienating parent."

Family Bridges workshops are held at hotels around the country and tend to cost parents more than $25,000, receipts show. In 2016, for example, one family from Seattle paid more than $27,000 to Family Bridges and another $3,500 to spend three nights at a Sheraton in Southern California. Since the children had opposed the intervention, a company was hired to transport them for an additional $8,300.

Once they arrive at Family Bridges, children quickly learn the rules, program documents show, including a policy called "a moratorium on the past." As Murphey, the Texas psychologist, testified in 2018, "There's no talking about 'You did this back when.'" Instead, she explained, "this is a new family, this is a new paradigm, we are starting off in a healthy way."

Ally Toyos was a 16-year-old in Kansas when she was taken from her mother five years ago. In an interview, she said she and her then 14-year-old sister tried defying the Family Bridges moratorium, telling Rand and his colleagues that their dad had abused them. (Toyos' mother said a court order prevented her from speaking with the press; Toyos' father didn't reply to interview requests.) Threats ensued, Toyos said. The girls were told that if they didn't comply, they could be separated, sent to wilderness camps, committed to psychiatric facilities, and cut off from their mom for the rest of their childhoods, according to Toyos.

Much of the Family Bridges workshop involves watching and discussing videos, program documents show. One of them, "Welcome Back, Pluto," tells the fictional story of a petulant teen who scorns her father. "If you're alienated, like Emily, you might get mad when others don't take your complaints seriously," a female narrator says. In time, however, Emily "learned to see things more clearly." She realized her complaints were "exaggerated," the narrator explains, and "sounded just like her mother's."

According to the video, which was scripted by Richard Warshak, a psychologist who helped develop Family Bridges, some children who steadfastly reject a parent "suffer for the rest of their lives."

Other materials warn children against trusting their memories. Toyos, whose workshop took place at the C'mon Inn in Bozeman, Montana, said she was shown a 2013 TED Talk by Elizabeth Loftus, a psychologist who developed the idea that memory is malleable and who has served as a defense witness in high-profile trials, including Harvey Weinstein's. Memories are often contaminated by outside influences, Loftus warns in the talk, which leads to false accusations that can ruin lives.

Insider and Type spoke with or reviewed statements by 17 youths ordered into Family Bridges, Turning Points, or other reunification programs. Their accounts of the workshops were broadly similar. Hannah Rodriguez, then a 16-year-old living in Tampa, Florida, said her workshop, in 2016, was held at Linda Gottlieb's home in New York's Hudson Valley. Gottlieb, the author of a book on parental alienation syndrome, had founded Turning Points about two years earlier. Rodriguez said Gottlieb's office was right off the living room, where her husband spent his time in a recliner. Every day, Rodriguez could see him and hear his TV shows, she said.

Rodriguez, Toyos, and several other former participants said the workshops plunged them into depression.

In spring 2022, one 13-year-old girl got so distressed during a session with Gottlieb at a hotel that she banged on a wall and screamed for help, court papers show. Someone called the police, who brought her to a hospital for a psychiatric evaluation. "I just want my mom," the girl said, according to hospital records, but under the court order she couldn't call her. She was held at the hospital for three days.

In a written statement that Montes said he later dictated to her, Robert said he became suicidal. "The only thing that stopped me from throwing myself off the balcony was the 24/7 surveillance," the statement reads. "I never thought so many people would be that horrible, controlling, and manipulative towards little kids."

At the end of the workshop, Robert went home with Winenger and had "horrible, weird depressive anxiety episodes," according to the statement. In early February, he was admitted to the psychiatric ward of a children's hospital, according to court records.

Repeated emails to Rand were met with an auto-response saying he was "on sabbatical." The psychologist managing Family Bridges in his absence, Yvonne Parnell, declined interview requests, as did Gottlieb. Gottlieb forwarded Insider's queries to a lawyer, Brian Ludmer, but Ludmer said he couldn't speak for her. Neither Parnell nor Gottlieb replied to detailed written questions.

Lynn Steinberg said her program One Family at a Time, based in Los Angeles, has treated some 50 families over the past eight years. A family therapist, she's the author of "You're Not Crazy: Overcoming Parent/Child Alienation." She was the only program director who agreed to talk.

She said she begins each workshop by listening to the children and taking down every accusation they make; she then works to achieve "an agreement between parent and child." After those conversations, she said, the children are dramatically transformed. They apologize and cry, she said; they kiss and embrace the parent they'd rejected, even sitting in the parent's lap. They're eager to make up for lost time, she said, and can't wait to see long-lost kin.

Daniel Barrozo, of Chino, California, said Steinberg's workshop was a "tremendous help" to him and his daughter in 2021. Steinberg successfully challenged his daughter's misperceptions about him, he said. When Steinberg asked her what he'd done wrong and what she hated about him, his daughter simply looked down and cried, he said. "The whole time, she had nothing to say, because Mom was the one speaking for her," he said. Now, he said, his relationship with his daughter is stronger than ever.

Steinberg said her own mother alienated her from her father, a realization she reached only after his death. She called her ex-husband an alienator, too, saying her adult daughters reject her to this day. She regrets that they didn't get help from a program like hers.

Left untreated, alienated children "fail at relationships" and risk developing eating disorders, drug addiction, depression, gender dysphoria, and other ills, Steinberg said, citing her clinical experience.

But an increasing number of scholars are criticizing the programs. Jean Mercer, an emeritus professor of psychology at Stockton University, is the author of recent papers on parental alienation. One examined six reunification programs, including Family Bridges and Turning Points, and found that the research evidence supporting the effectiveness of the programs "has few strengths and many weaknesses." For another paper, Mercer reviewed the scholarship on the programs and statements from five youths who'd attended them. She found that the programs "may contain elements of psychological abuse."

Another study, by Michael Saini of the University of Toronto, examined 58 empirical papers on alienation and its treatments and found the body of research "methodologically weak." While some divorcing parents exhibited "alienating behaviors" and some children rejected a parent, the nexus between those phenomena hadn't been proved, Saini found. Moreover, he found the studies hadn't shown that interventions worked.

Following the workshop, the programs commonly assign children to a specially trained aftercare therapist. Meanwhile, the exiled parent undergoes reeducation.

Insider obtained audio of a call last year between Gottlieb and the mother of a 14-year-old girl and a 12-year-old boy in Turning Points. "I think what you did is criminal," says Gottlieb, who, like Steinberg, has publicly stated that her own mother alienated her from her father. There was "no reason" the children shouldn't have a relationship with their father, Gottlieb says in the recording, and "you have failed miserably to require it."

"That's alienation," she says. "That is what you are guilty of, and it's child abuse." For the children's sake, the woman must "make amends," Gottlieb says. Otherwise, "I will recommend extending the no-contact period until they're 18."

Insider and Type interviewed 12 mothers whose children were sent to Turning Points, many of whom said Gottlieb rebuked them over the phone and in emails. Most said they were required to write letters to the kids praising their fathers and submit them to Gottlieb for approval.

In early November 2016, Gottlieb told Kelly D. — Ashton and O.'s mother — that her letters contained superfluous details and secret messages and needed to be redone. In the end, Kelly submitted several drafts for each of her sons, all of which Gottlieb rejected.

"She sets a bar," Kelly said. "You try to reach the bar. She sets the bar higher."

Judge Ostroski had ordered Kelly to find a therapist "acceptable to Ms. Gottlieb" who would help her support Michael's relationship with the children. From a list provided by the Delaware Family Court, Kelly chose a psychologist, William Northey. But Gottlieb warned in an email, "I cannot approve him before I speak with him about his specialized knowledge of alienation."

The conversation went poorly. Gottlieb considered Northey unacceptable, she later testified, and Northey found fault with Gottlieb, too. He sent her a letter, reviewed by Insider, criticizing her for calling Kelly a "sociopath" and for using the phrase "parental alienation syndrome," which, he wrote, "is not a recognized diagnostic term."

Meanwhile, Gottlieb was making demands of Ashton and O. Shortly after they returned from New York, according to an email to both parents obtained by Insider, Gottlieb determined that they needed to transfer schools immediately, as their current schools had "actively undermined" their relationship with their dad.

She sought custody of O., too. But in September 2020, Ostroski found that Kelly still hadn't been properly treated for her alienating tendencies and denied her petition.

For now, even visits were too risky, Ostroski concluded.

"Ashton's behavior of running away from Father and refusing to now see Father supports Gottlieb's prediction that, if the children are returned to Mother before she addresses her alienating behavior, they will revert to their prior behaviors when they were refusing to see Father and all of the work that has been done over the past 4 years will be wasted," Ostroski wrote in the ruling.

'Junk science'

In June 2010, more than a thousand mental-health practitioners, lawyers, and judges gathered at the Sheraton in downtown Denver for the annual conference of the Association of Family and Conciliation Courts, which unites players in the child-custody field from around the world. The theme that year was "Traversing the Trail of Alienation," and over four days the condition was discussed in more than 30 sessions. Participants could learn how to spot an alienating parent, when it was best to defy a child's wishes, and what might help an alienated child heal.

The event signified a remarkable embrace of an idea whose author had been consumed by scandal and tragedy just a short time earlier.

In the late 1990s, critics of Gardner's dealt a powerful blow to his credibility by unearthing writings in which he'd defended pedophilia.

"Sexual activities between an adult and a child are an ancient tradition," he wrote in a 1992 book.

As a product of Western culture, he viewed pedophilia as reprehensible, he wrote, but it may not be "psychologically detrimental" in other cultures. The following year, in a journal article, Gardner argued that from an evolutionary standpoint, children benefited from being "drawn into sexual encounters," since these experiences steered them toward early reproduction. "The Draconian punishments meted out to pedophilics go far beyond what I consider to be the gravity of the crime," he wrote in 1991 in "Sex Abuse Hysteria: Salem Witch Trials Revisited."

In May 2003, at age 72, Gardner dosed himself with painkillers and stabbed himself to death. His son told reporters he was driven to suicide by chronic pain that had recently worsened.

In the assessments of his life that followed, Gardner's work was lambasted by prominent psychiatrists, including Dr. Paul Fink, a past president of the American Psychiatric Association. "This is junk science," Fink told Newsday in July 2003. "He invented a concept and talked about it as if it were proven science. It's not."

The theory could have died with Gardner. Instead, it gained ground.

In 2001, Richard Warshak, a clinical professor of psychology at the University of Texas Southwestern Medical Center, published "Divorce Poison: Protecting the Parent/Child Bond From a Vindictive Ex." The book, released by HarperCollins, brought parental alienation theory to a wider audience — and made it more palatable. Unlike Gardner, Warshak spoke of alienation in gender-neutral terms, saying many fathers were programmers, too, and he likened the no-contact period between children and their preferred parent to study abroad.

Warshak started leading workshops for Family Bridges around 2005 and eventually became its unofficial spokesman, a role in which he excelled. In 2010, he appeared in "Welcome Back, Pluto" and published an influential article about Family Bridges in the AFCC journal.

In that study, Warshak reported on outcomes for the 23 children he'd worked with in the program so far. During the four-day workshop, 22 of them recovered a "positive relationship" with their rejected parent, he observed, including recalcitrant teens.

After the workshop, however, four children regressed, Warshak wrote, following what he called "premature" contact with their preferred parent. The program worked best, he said, when this contact was blocked "for an extended period of time." Warshak didn't respond to interview requests.

Meanwhile, another Gardner successor, Dr. William Bernet, a professor of psychiatry at Vanderbilt University, was working to push alienation theory forward. He submitted a proposal to the American Psychiatric Association to include "parental alienation disorder" in the next version of its Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, or DSM, and authored a scholarly article making the case for inclusion. He submitted a similar application to the World Health Organization, which was revising its International Classification of Diseases.

Bernet declined a request for an interview. But in a 2010 book, he wrote that since alienation scholarship had advanced in the wake of Gardner's death, "there is no need now to dwell on the details of what Richard Gardner did or said or wrote."

At the AFCC's conference in Denver in June 2010, Warshak was given a platform to discuss his Family Bridges paper, as was Bernet, to describe his DSM bid. Other presenters staked out a more moderate stance, arguing that while alienation was a pervasive problem, there was insufficient research to support construing it as a mental illness or ordering extreme interventions.

A few alienation opponents presented, including Joan Meier. But she said she flew home to Washington in tears.

"Everywhere I turned, alienation was the coin of the realm," she said.

She set out to design a study that would document how women who alleged abuse were treated in family courts nationwide — especially when alienation was raised. The Justice Department supported the project with a grant of $500,000.

In 2013, the new edition of the DSM was released with no mention of parental alienation. And in 2020, the World Health Organization ruled that parental alienation was "not a health care term" and lacked "evidence-based" treatments.

Bernet and his colleagues simply regrouped. In court, they started calling alienation a "dynamic" or a "phenomenon" rather than an illness, which appeared to satisfy some judges. And Bernet incorporated the nonprofit Parental Alienation Study Group, a coalition of parents, lawyers, and therapists who collaborated on cases and research. Rand, Gottlieb, and Steinberg joined, along with hundreds of other mental-health practitioners involved in custody work. Many, like Steinberg and Gottlieb, claimed to have experienced alienation themselves.

Meier assembled her own research team, comprising a statistician, three social scientists, and two assistants, to conduct her large-scale study. In January 2020, just weeks before the WHO decision, the results were published in the Journal of Social Welfare and Family Law.

The stark findings shocked even her.

Most trial-court rulings in custody cases are unpublished, but Meier's team identified 15,000 rulings involving abuse or alienation that were published electronically from 2005 to 2014. After winnowing that dataset to cases in which the only parties were two warring parents — not, for example, a child welfare agency — the team was left with 4,300 rulings. There were nearly 2,200 cases in which a mother had accused her ex of spousal or child abuse, and in 10% of these, the father had fought back with an alienation claim.

In general, judges were hesitant to credit mothers' abuse claims. When alienation wasn't raised, judges credited these claims 41% of the time, Meier found, and 26% of the time, mothers lost primary custody.

For the 222 mothers whose spouses accused them of alienation, the picture was even grimmer. Women who alleged abuse and whose husbands accused them of alienation lost custody half the time — twice as often as women who weren't accused of alienation.

To Meier, one of the study's most staggering findings was how rarely mothers branded with the scarlet "A" were believed. In cases where mothers alleged child physical abuse and fathers cross-claimed alienation, judges credited mothers a mere 18% of the time, she found. And in the 51 cases where mothers alleged child sexual abuse and fathers claimed alienation, all but one mother was disbelieved.

For a father accused of child molestation, Meier concluded, "alienation is a complete trump card."

'The whole world is watching'

In January 2022, three months after losing her children, Montes chanced upon a sickening discovery.

In a cloud storage account she'd once shared with Winenger, she said, she found thousands of his photos and videos, including explicit images of their three shared children. She loaded them onto a thumb drive for the San Diego County Sheriff's Department, whose investigation into Winenger had never closed.

Within days, Winenger was arrested. He was soon charged with 19 felonies, including possession of child pornography and 14 counts of committing forcible lewd acts against a child, Robert.

He pleaded not guilty and was released on bail, his access to the children suspended. Because of the no-contact order he'd previously obtained against Montes, the children landed in a county shelter. Winenger's defense attorney, Patrick Clancy, declined to comment on Winenger's behalf, saying he doesn't try his cases in the press.

Suddenly, the custody dispute was transferred to juvenile dependency court, which meant Ratekin was no longer presiding. The new judge ordered the kids into their mother's care while the case was pending. On February 18, they came home.

At first, Montes said, the two youngest children were so scared of being taken again that they couldn't sleep in their rooms. She set up a big mattress on her bedroom floor.

Meanwhile, Joan Meier was using her research to make inroads with policymakers.

She'd worked with colleagues to draft a federal law that would incentivize states to protect children from abusers during custody disputes. They named the bill Kayden's Law, after a girl in Pennsylvania whose father murdered her during a court-ordered visit. During negotiations over reauthorization of the Violence Against Women Act, the child's congressional representative, Brian Fitzpatrick, got Kayden's Law in.

The legislation, signed into law on March 15, 2022, sets aside up to $5 million a year for grants to states if, among other measures, they mandate training for custody judges on abuse and trauma and prohibit them from ordering treatments that cut children off from a parent to whom they are attached. If enough states comply, the law could spell the end of the reunification programs.

Last summer, California was the first state to consider such a bill. It was introduced by state Sen. Susan Rubio of Los Angeles County, a survivor of domestic violence herself, after she heard from mothers who'd been accused of alienation and children who'd been sent to reunification programs.

Rubio's bill set off a battle that has since spread to statehouses around the country. Steinberg, the alienation therapist from Los Angeles, was a vocal opponent, arguing that men would be rendered powerless against false accusations. She was joined by fathers' rights groups and by the Parental Alienation Study Group, which was simultaneously pushing hard to discredit Meier's study. (Two prominent members of the group authored a studyconcluding that her findings could not be replicated, which Meier then rebutted.) After Rubio's bill passed the assembly unanimously last August, she was forced to withdraw it in the face of intense opposition from state judges over the training mandate.

Then, last October, the momentum shifted. That's when Maya, the 15-year-old from Santa Cruz, told a custody judge that her mother had abused her and her brother. The judge, Rebecca Connolly, didn't believe her and ordered the children into Steinberg's program, cutting off contact with their father. The graphic video of the children being seized on October 20 was quickly viewed millions of times.

In response to an interview request, an officer of the Santa Cruz County Superior Court said Connolly could not speak about pending cases. Maya's mother has denied the abuse claims in court. Her lawyer, Heidi Simonson, declined an interview, citing court orders pertaining to "privacy and confidentiality."

On the heels of the viral video, a coalition of activists — many of them mothers accused of alienation — organized protests around the country. The first took place October 28 outside the courthouse where Maya had just testified. Standing on concrete risers and facing the building, a pack of Maya's friends demanded her return. "The whole world is watching!" they shouted. Protests also erupted in Michigan, Kansas, and Utah.

Rubio introduced a new bill, with modified judicial training requirements, in February. A similar bill passed both chambers of the Colorado legislature in April. One in Montana died in committee; its sponsor, Sen. Theresa Manzella, said she was up against a "deliberate distribution of misinformation" by opponents, including attorneys who use parental alienation as a legal tactic.

Montes said she's "cautiously optimistic" about Winenger's criminal trial, set to begin in June, and she hopes for an imminent victory in her custody case. Five years of legal bills have left her in debt and on food stamps, she said, but she considers herself lucky all the same. Almost every day, she talks to mothers who remain severed from their children.

Mothers like Kelly D., whose children were sent to Linda Gottlieb's reunification program in New York.

Kelly last saw her younger son, O., early on a Monday morning. It was a warm, sunny day, and she dropped him off at his best friend's house so they could shoot baskets before school. She hugged him, told him she loved him, and said she'd pick him up in the afternoon. Then she drove to court for a hearing.

That was six years, six months, and 24 days ago.

The reporting for this story is part of a forthcoming documentary from Insider, Retro Report, and Type Investigations.

If you are experiencing domestic abuse, you can call the National Domestic Violence hotline at 1-800-799-7233.

Read the original article on Insider

#USA #family courts #Child custody #abusers making themselves the victims #Parental alienation #Children being abused after the courts removed them from their mothers #Family Bridges #Dr. Richard Gardner #Reeducating children #Threat therapy #Long article #State sponsored gaslighting of children #Lynn Steinberg #One Family At A Time #Pathologizing abuse victims

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Jealous jealous jealous boy | Mark Hoffman x Reader (Part 2)

Summary: Where you were Mark's ex-wife and even after so long he was still jealous of you, especially with Strahm.

Warning: NSFW Smut 18+, rough sex, creampie, degradation kink, gun play, "toxic" Mark, little CNC

You had been living with Lindsay and Peter for three weeks, unfortunately you hadn't gotten the job, so you were doing all the household chores to reward them both. You were heating the coffee when you felt Peter's arms around you, he placed a quick kiss on your cheek and then sat down at the table with Lindsay.

“Good morning beautiful women, you woke up early today.”

He took the cup and held it out to you as you filled Perez's cup. You filled his and sat at the table, starting to eat some toast with butter.

“We need to go to the New Jersey police station today, did you forget? We were called into the Jigsaw case.”

Lindsay replied and you choked on your coffee, feeling their eyes on you and Peter's hands patting your back.

“Jigsaw?”

You stared at them and Lindsay sighed.

"Yes. Don’t worry, you can stay here in the meantime, i know you don’t want to see Mark anytime soon.”

She said worriedly.

“Or you can come with us, we will have to rent an apartment near there, it will only be for two weeks.”

Peter suggested and you thought for a few moments. Maybe going back to New Jersey wouldn't be such a bad thing, you were also part of the police, but you hadn't been called like the agents and you knew very well why that was, Hoffman had a little influence there and obviously didn't want you close to these cases.

“Okay...i can go, i ll pack some things.”

You finished drinking your coffee and went to your room to pack a small suitcase, Peter followed you.

“Don’t feel pressured. If you don’t want to go, that’s okay.”

He comforted you by placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t run away from Hoffman forever.”

You hadn't officially signed the divorce papers and constantly ignored Hoffman's calls, you thought it was a miracle that he hadn't tracked you down and gone after you.

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It was already past noon, you had just arrived in the city and had left your things in the new apartment, you got down and walked to the police station which was close by. You entered and soon came face to face with the boss.

“Special agents and.... Ms. Hoffman?”

He looked at you in surprise, you had practically disappeared from the city for more than 14 days.

“I no longer use that surname. Hello again... well, i haven't been called for this case, so i ll wait at reception.”

You spoke and turned, heading to the customer service room, sitting in one of the chairs and taking out your cell phone to see the new news about the case, new bodies had been found and no other suspects besides Jigsaw. They still didn't realize that Hoffman was the apprentice, your mouth suddenly went dry and you went to the water fountain to drink some water. Even after drinking the water you still felt a little unwell and dizziness hit you. You soon recovered and took a deep breath, you couldn't keep it all to yourself anymore, you needed to report Hoffman.

You walked quickly to one of the rooms where one of the police chiefs was, opening the door panting, scaring the man.

“Ms Y/n Hoffman? ? Why are you here?"

“Don’t call me like that. Please, i need to make a report! I know who Jigsaw’s apprentice is!!”

You practically screamed and leaned on the table. The man's eyes widened.

"What? Really"

“Please, you have to believe me, the apprentice is…”

“Y/n?”

It was Mark's voice, you made a desperate face and refused to turn around, he had arrived at the worst time and had probably heard what you said.

“Detective Hoffman, we have an important update, Y/n said she knows who Jigsaw’s apprentice is.”

The boss explained and you closed your eyes tightly, then looked at Hoffman who was looking at you with a suspicious look.

"Oh really? Thats really good, and who would that apprentice be, Y/n?”

He crossed his arms and you bit your lip, you had some evidence against him that was in your apartment, just your word probably couldn't count as proof.

“I… you’ll find out soon enough.”

You walked quickly feeling Mark's eyes burning into your back, you needed to find Lindsay and Peter, you asked the receptionist who just told you that they had been called to a crime scene quickly and couldn't tell you beforehand. You would have to solve your problem yourself before Hoffman could solve it. You grabbed your things and left the police station as quickly as possible, going to the apartment where your things were.

You entered the property and ran to your suitcase, opening it and taking out some photos and DNA samples that you had secretly collected from Hoffman through his saliva and hair. You put the envelope inside your coat pocket and turned to leave again, only to find Hoffman looking at you with a serious look, you wondered how he got in since you locked the door.

“Did you think i would let you walk around freely knowing about my second job? I thought you were smarter, love, I've been watching you for a while. I already knew you had evidence against me.”

He showed you a copy of the keys, showing that he had been snooping into your life since you left, he knew you were with Strahm and Lindsay, he knew the three of you were going to New Jersey, he knew you were going to report him. Then, your eyes watered and you moved away as he got closer and closer to you, until he cornered you against the wall, you held the evidence tightly in your coat pocket.

“No one is going to save you, sweetheart. I told them to take Strahm and Perez to another place, do you thought i work alone? You don’t know how jealous i was seeing you with that shitty agent, drinking coffee with him, going to cinema... he could never be better than me, ever.”

“When i left... Was that all theater?” “No... i really suffered a little about it, but i knew you and your pussy would come back to me.”

He held your face, caressing your cheek, you had nowhere to run, he would probably kill you in one of those sick traps.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

You practically begged, he just smiled.

“Nah this will not hurt, you’ll like it, i like it when you beg.”

You felt the barrel of his gun touch your stomach and your blood ran cold, the gun passed through your stomach until it stopped on your chin.

"Please..."

His hands grabbed your hair and you moaned.

"It is not enough..."

You knew what he wanted, his hand let go of your hair and you lowered yourself onto all fours under his feet, as a kind of worship.

"Please sir..."

“Are you going to be a good girl or am i going to have to blow your head off?”

You quickly agreed and he pulled you up by your shirt, you felt his lips on your neck and closed your eyes, feeling your insides pulsate.

“Strahm can make you feel this way as easily as i can, hm? Can he make you show what a slut you are?”

“N-no.”

You moaned as he turned you against the wall, feeling his member rub against your ass. Mark picked you up and carried you to Strahm's room, where he threw you on the bed and climbed on top of you.

“This is his room...”

You warned.

“Better yet, im going to get my cum all over this sheet so he knows who fucked you on his bed.”

He started kissing you while running his big hands over your body, his hands went to your jeans, removing them immediately leaving you in your panties, his hands ripped open your button-down shirt exposing your boobs.

“Still being a naughty girl who doesn’t wear a bra, hm?”

He asked pinching one of your nipples and you moaned in response. He was pleased with that, you heard the zipper of his pants undoing and his cock jumping out of his underwear, hard, big and thick, none were comparable enough. Your mouth watered.

His hands opened your legs and he removed your panties, placing the item in his pocket. His long, thick fingers passed through your already wet pussy and pressed your clitoris, starting to make circular movements, you bit your lip, holding back your moan, his hands grabbed your neck, making you startle.

“Don’t hide it. Don’t keep it.”

He positioned his member at your entrance and thrust himself inside at once, you screamed, feeling your pussy being widened by his cock, it had been a while since you had sex with someone.

“I missed my little slut’s tight pussy so much.”

He said, throwing his head back, he was holding your neck as an impulse to make quick and rough movements inside you, the bed was banging against the wall and Mark's hips were against you, the scandalous sound of your moans joined with these noises along with his low sighs and moans.

"Please..."

You asked feeling your eyes water.

“Please, hm? You will cum only when i want.”

He pulled out of you and turned you around on the bed, leaving you exposed.

“So perfect, you are mine.”

He praised before thrusting himself inside you again, you moaned loudly against the pillow, his hands alternated between squeezing your waist and slapping your ass. You couldn't hold it in any longer.

“Mark!!!”

You called his name, this gave him more motivation to increase the pace inside you.

“Cum for me, cunt”

He spoke, pulling your hair and you felt spasms throughout your body as you came on his cock, he gave a few more thrusts before melting inside you, muttering some swear words, you moaned softly, feeling the hot liquid fill you, he came out of you and you fell onto the bed, looking up you saw him with the papers in his hand.

“You won’t need this anymore, darling.”

He said, tearing those papers into little pieces, he was right, you certainly wouldn't report him anymore. Mark lay down on the bed behind you and grabbed your waist, placing light kisses on your shoulder.

"I love you."

“I love you too babe. Don't leave me again never.”

#saw #imagines #saw x reader #mark hoffman #mark hoffman x reader #costas mandylor #saw x #saw franchise

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streets-in-paradise · 1 year ago

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The Real Deal - Matt Murdock x Witch!Reader

Warnings: I haven't wrote for Daredevil in a long while, so forgive me if i have mistaken details of the show.

Summary: You want to help your lawyers in their most challenging case, but the controversial nature of your skills leaves it up to question.

Tags: @chezagnes

Matt and Foggy meet you as one of their early clients and, in their perspective, you were a simple fortune teller unfortunately caught in a legal issue. Your case was so absurd that it represented easy work for them. Even in the strange times they were living in, it still made no sense. A matter of police profiling through the mass hysteria in the post Loki New York making you suspicious for carrying symbols of norse witchcraft. Runic readings weren't the only service you offered and your practices weren't culturally límited to what then started to be considered an asgardian danger. However, society was still adapting to the discovering and the clueless officers couldn't tell the difference between an asgardian sorceress and the neighborhood's witch. Your lawyers realized of that, and the instant fondness of you that at least half of the firm developed closed the deal for you to get out of trouble.

Unlike most of their clientele, you were managing to pay them in cash. Slow, but consistent payments that also worked as a way to stay in touch. Despite they were highly skeptical of your activity, they did appreciate their owned share of its product. Catholic belief wasn't an obstacle for Matt's flirting and his friend would never miss the chance to tease him for that when you were arround. That precise combination of factors made you be always welcome, but with each visit you noticed they were struggling deeper than just financtially.

They got in serious trouble attempting to legally save the neighborhood from gentrification taking down the lead of the dirty business surrounding it. Even their secretary was involved in the investigation, huge deal that made you feel quite concerned for all of them.

You were relatively new in the city, but that didn't mean you weren't inclined to help. The chain reaction would screw everyone over, except for the top rich.

You weren't an asgardian terrorist, but neither the easy to underestimate facade associated with your business. To some of your clients, the ones coming for meaningless issues or unethical things, you would ocassionally sell advice disguised of bullshit.However, you were a real witch performing unmistakeable results for causes that justified it.

Overhearing the plotting of your favorite lawyers, you found one that was worth all your efforts.

" Let me help you out with Fisk." You interrupted them instead of awaiting for Karen to take your payment. " … A full name, birth date and a personal object is all I need, for a start. "

Foggy couldn't believe what you had just proposed, taking it as absolute nonsense.

" Not in the mood for jokes, Princess Opal. We have a serious situation here, but we will call you to join the search if someone goes missing. "

You didn't let the demeaning comment bring you down, it was exactly what you expected of him.

" Believe it or not, I am a worker of justice just like you." You corrected him ríght away. " When your system fails, some people come to me hoping to rush the action of karma. Others want me to give them the hope in justice that their practicers can't provide. Do you have any idea of how many clients i get that are currently in legal battles, but don't trust the courts to give them what they need for the sake of it? How much work with justice i get demmanded? It's insane! Regardless of what you believe about it, you can't deny it says something. "

Matt was very silent, untill the tease got him snarky.

" We are working to make things better, I hope you will not resent us for winning that hope back. "

You smiled, already struggling to resist his charm. Despite he obviously couldn't see it, you could swear he noticed the effect he had in you.

" On the contrary, I admire you. I know of the kind of hard time you get when trying to do the ríght thing." You admitted, not realizing you were already toying with the tips of your hair. " When an obsessive weirdo comes asking me to magically force someone to love them, or to curse a coworker they envy, I sell them teraphy disguised with self satisfying witchy-sounding talk. Placebos, so they will get someting to come back for and not search for an unethical bastard that could either scam them worse or do the damage they want for the proper price. When worried parents bring a sick child, I do the real healing ritual for free and make up my costs doing readings or charging an asshole tax on the crazy ones. That's who I am, my concience makes me loose money, and i believe we are on the same page when it comes to business models. "

The comparison was strange, but it showed perfect understandment of their situation found in the weirdest of places.

" I was not aware there were ethics in witchcraft. "

" For you only, I'm willing to ignore my code. " You snarked back in a flirtatious tone. " Let me hex Fisk, show him something that would make him regret to mess with the neighborhood. "

Foggy was cautious of your slightly sinister expression at the end and started to think you trully believed in the power on your threat.

" Sounds like a mobster message, clearly not our style. "

" How would that work?" Karen interrupted him. " It won't kill anyone, ríght?"

Her friend stared at her in disbelief.

" You can't be serious. "

" Foggy, gods have fallen from the sky ... I say we let her give it a try. "

" Those were aliens, not gods. " Matt corrected. " I don't believe in curses, it comes with being a catholic. "

He did make you chuckle with that one.

" Well, hipocricy also comes with catholicism. "

" She got you … can't beat the allegations! " Foggy teased him ríght away. " Your fault for making us jump in defense of the beautifull savage for you to play missionary with. "

You both were left in evidence on a matter of seconds.

" Thanks, Foggy! It's the first lovely thing about me you have to say today."

He didn't intend to sound harsh, but he couldn't possibly understand you.

" Try to see things from my perspective: i feel like i'm being mocked. "

" If it eases your concience, the methods are mostly a facade. I'm the real deal, it runs in the blood. " You confessed, wondering if you would regret it later. " Mom thinks i got it from my father. I don't know, I never meet him and at this point i don't think I want to. Don't waste time asking me about that."

" Can you cast the honesty curse from ' Liar, Liar'? That would be really helpfull. " Foggy mocked you once more. " We seek to expose Fisk, get him in jail. Even if we could believe you, I don't see how your offer can be any usefull. "

At least you could say you got him Interested. Weirded, maybe, but attentive.

" I can curse his business. Mysterious incidents will keep happening and he will loose money. Of course, I believe the Devil is doing his part on that, but why not giving him some help? Fisk will be easier for you to legally take down if he has too many things to attend at once. A vigilante and the curse of a real witch should be enough to do the dirty work for you. One problem, he may attempt to solve, but who is going to warn him about me? Even if they would … Do you think he would believe it?"

The next objection came from Matt, but that didn't surprise you as it should.

" Well, for a start we don't work with vigilantes."

" Too late, i think he is working with you." You snarked back. " Sounds like a good plan to me. After all, your church believes witches are the devil's consorts, ríght?"

In that simple comment he obtained all the proof he needed to believe in your gifts, realization that stayed between him and you.

#matt murdock #daredevil #charlie cox #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #charlie cox x reader #netflix daredevil

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Cruise Ship Cuckold Training

AuthorDr.Bone

Publish dateApr 4, 2007

Article read time13 min read

CRUISE SHIP CUCKOLD TRAINING By Dr. Bone

Hello,

When you book a cruise be careful with who you book it with, a lesson my wife and myself found out the hard way, the very hard way.

We were looking for a last minute vacation deal online. "Look at the prices on this one. And its all inclusive also." she said. We later found out that this cruise had been listed on one of those cheap travel sites by mistake and only for a few moments, just long enough for us to book it.

The big day came and we got on the boat, there were a lot of couples our age on board, mid-thirties to early forties. Two things puzzled me though. One was the way that the mostly black crew was eyeing us, and there seemed to be a lot of single black men on board. When I brought this up to my wife she shrugged it off saying the men were probably taking advantage of the low fares. As for the crew she said it was probably all in my mind. A few hours later she would change her opinion, in a big way

I was trying to take a nap while my wife checked on the activities on board, she came back into the cabin pale clutching a flyer from the activities director. "We have to get off this boat now! There has been a big mistake!? I told her to calm down and tell me what was going on. Numb she handed me the pamphlet, the title was "Cuckold Cruises' and showed a white lady deeply kissing a black man while a 'shocked' husband looked on in the background, the sub heading was ?A boat for the black man loving white women, and for the husbands who love them.?

I could see why my wife was upset but there was nothing we could do, the boat was out at sea now. I told her we would have to make the best of it and be careful as this was a cruise to nowhere where we stood on the ship.

She looked at me suspiciously bring up the time that I had suggested she try a black man, but I reminded her that she had picked this cruise not I.

That night we got the first of many surprises, seating for diner had been arranged but not for us together. ?Ship's rules!? the purser told my wife, who wanted to leave and get room service but I told her we paid good money for this cruise and we would have dinner and she should not worry about it.

I sat at a table with all the other husbands while my wife sat next to a young black man. The other husbands talked excitedly on what their wives were going to do. Some actually hoped their wives would get pregnant or try anal for the first time. One of them asked me what I hoped would happen, I tried to explain that we had booked the cruise by mistake and that we were not into this scene. ?That's not how it looks from here!? one of the husbands said I looked over to see my wife, who had been kind of stiff to the whole seating arrangement now seemed to really be getting into it. She was chatting away with a man and laughing. I felt the first pangs of jealousy and was also aroused. Could my wife really be that type of woman? The type to take gratification from another man at my expense and humiliation?

After dinner I asked her how it went. She told me she was trying to make the best of a bad situation, then she dropped the bomb and said according to the cruise director thet man she was seated with was to be her ?partner? for all shipboard activities.

We went to the ship's nightclub and after the first dance I was forced to sit on the side as she danced with her partner. I was alarmed when she tried to really shake it up on the dance floor as her partner watched her big tits bounce up and down, again I felt my wood starting to rise, but it was nothing, nothing compared to what I felt when a slow sexy number came up and I watched her rub up against him.

That night when we got back to the room I was a little disturbed by my wife's behavior and my own. I was getting turned on by her flirting with the guy, something she noticed right away.

In the room she started to jerk me off while questioning me about whether or not it turned me on to see her with other men. "You liked seeing me dancing on the floor grinding against that big black guy didn't you honey? I brushed up against him on the dance floor and I will tell you this. It is no myth about them having huge cocks." she said teasingly as my cock literally sprayed all over her. I threw her on the bed and we fucked all night, turned on by the slutty way she talked.

The next day we agreed to maybe experiment a bit, little did I know how far it would go.

We sat on the deck in lounge chairs taking in some sun when her "partner" showed up and sat down next to us. He smiled at us, or more specifically her, and what was there not to smile about? Her sitting there on the lounge chair in her bikini with her huge all natural tits. Her stomach was tight from the gym and a personal trainer. He took out some sun tan lotion and asked if he could put some on her. She looked at me to disapprove and then turned onto her stomach and said ?Why not??

He unhooked her bikini top and rubbed the lotion into her back with expert hands. He messaged it into her shouldered and worked his way down to the small of her back, then she rolled over letting her top fall to the floor. He put some more lotion on his hands and rubbed it onto her shoulders as she stared at his huge bulge. He then put his hands onto her tits and rubbed the lotion onto her breasts, her nipples went rock hard under his kneading and rubbing. My own cock wanted to explode. My wife let off a few gasps and moans to tease me.

He worked his way down to her stomach while across the way a white lady blew a black guy as her husband watched approvingly, snapping off photos, she had to be in her late 50's but was sucking on his cock like a porn star. Meanwhile the guy with my wife worked away at her thighs letting his thumb brush against her pussy by "accident", as I noticed the growing wet spot in her bikini.

He went into a bag on the back of his chair and took out a bottle of clear baby oil. Then he reached into his swim trunks saying that they were chaffing him a bit and asked my wife if she could she put some oil on his cock, and then he pulled it out. I could have caught on fire and she would not have noticed. I had seen black cocks in films and they were big, but this? was a different story altogether, some of the veins on it were as big as my pinky.

She gave me a long teasing look which said to me that even if I objected she was going to do this anyway. She squirted the oil into the palms of her hands, the bottle making a farting sound as she did so. Then topless she reached across space and as I watched her hand slowly encircled his cock around the middle of his shaft, she gave the cock several long pulls so as to spread the oil all over his shaft, then she started to stroke his cock as I watched with my own unattended hard on.

?Shit! It is so fucking big and solid.? she said slapping the man's cock into her palm. She then playfully hit it against her tits making them shake and jiggle. I watched as her hand the hand with our wedding ring on it, milked this giant cock.

She robotically pumped his cock until he said ?Oh yeah! I'm going to cum!? and shot his load onto her tits and tight belly as other cuckold husbands, their wives and their black lovers looked on.

Later that afternoon my wife gave me a pair of her panties and let me jerk off into them while she verbally abused me. ?You know what? A few days ago I would have given you some relief but now I am saving my pussy for its first big black dick. And I know you want to see that. Right? You want to see me suck on a black cock. Right? You want to see me put it in me. Right??

I shot my load into her panties and she took them and put them in a draw saying that I would need them later.

We went to see the cruise director, a short haired Spanish woman who snickered at me and giggled with my wife as she went over the activities on board the ship.

That afternoon my wife ate lunch with her partner while the rest of the husbands ate at separate tables I could feel my cock growing hard at the humiliation and frustration of watching her slow seduction. He made a point of feeling her tits up as she fed him.

The activities director came over to my wife and told her she could get a special message from the ship's masseuse. She kissed her black boyfriend goodbye and told me to come along with her.

When we came in to the room there were three huge black men who were totally naked, one of them told me to help my wife off with her clothes. ?You heard the man!? my wife said grinning as I undid her blouse.

Soon she was naked in front of these men as the cruise director smirked at me. ?Lay down on your stomach on the table it is time for your message.? one of them said. My wife did as she was told and the men applied oil to their hands. They began to rub and knead her back and shoulders as she let out a contented sigh. One of them did her legs and worked his way up, his black fingers digging into her buttocks.

They rolled her over oiling and kneading her tits with their hands, their large cocks brushing up against her body as they worked on her shoulders and thighs. ?You need a pussy message.? one of them said. At that point her resistance was next to nil.

I watched her face contort as he rubbed the outside of her pussy. ?You are losing her.? the short haired cruise director said grabbing my cock through my shorts. She pulled my cock out and started to jerk it off.

The man who was rubbing her pussy got between her legs and slapped her soft pubic patch with his cock and said ?Look right at your husband and say you want this in you.?

Her brown eyes seemed to fill the room as she said ?Honey I have to have it.? The man laughed as he turned and slowly pushed that massive cock into her. My wife was being violated while I watched, her pussy being stretched to its limits, and I was excited by it like I never had been before. I came, shooting my load onto the floor as the cruise director continued to play with my shaft, which within minutes got hard again.

My wife wrapped her legs around her stud. Her cries of pleasure were muffled as one of the men shoved his cock down her throat. ?Yeah now spit on it. Clear your throat that's it!? he said then he plunged it down her throat again.

The third man slid his cock between her tits and tit fucked her as she held her breasts for his cock. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting them.

The cruise director told me to put my hands behind my back or she would stop jerking me off.

Through the afternoon into the evening they used her in every position imaginable. When they were done she was a sticky gooey mess. She went in back with the cruise director to clean up.

As we walked the deck of the ship my cock got hard again thinking of the wanton animal my wife had become. Was it over yet? Not on your life.

That night a purser brought a wedding gown for my wife. I wondered what was going on. She said ?You will see. Tonight.? She said handing me my outfit. At first I thought it was a tuxedo by then I realized it was a butler's outfit.

That night we went into the main dance hall where several other men were dressed like me, with their wives dressed in wedding gowns. Then each of the women's (including my wife's) black boyfriends entered. What was going on? I wondered.

The ship's captain entered and gave a short ceremony where the brides pledge to ?humiliate, tease and torture their husband's small white cocks? and only to ?love, cherish, fuck and suck their black lover's huge cocks.? All the wives handed their husbands back their wedding rings and put on the ones their boyfriends had given them. He pronounced us all sluts, cuckolds and studs and said ?The wives may kiss their black lovers.?

The cruise director was amongst the women throwing rice at us. When we got back to the cabin a cot had been put in for me to sleep in while my wife and her lover would sleep in the bed while I waited on them hand and foot.

?Take off my clothes, now.? she told me. I slowly and obediently stripped my wife of her clothes as her lover whistled appreciatively.

?Now boy, take off mine. And don't you dare get any wrinkles on them.? he said. I carefully removed his clothes as my wife repeated his words. ?Um! The underwear too.? With the last bit of my pride going out to sea I took off his underwear and his big cock swung out.

?Get her ready for me boy.? he said as she sat on the bed with her legs spread. I could have left, I could have said no but I couldn't. I got down and licked her pussy. ?Get it nice and wet.? My wife said. ?This pussy is just for my lover. My big black lover? she taunted.

My wife told me she was ready. Then her lover said, ?Now come here boy! Take it in your hand, you heard me. Show your wife you can take care of it for her.? I could not believe what he wanted me to do. I was not gay or anything like that, but the humiliation of it al, turned me on. Hesitantly I grasped his huge cock in my hand and jerked it off as she watched.

?Oh! You are so good at that honey!? she said, ?It looks so sexy for you to be jerking off the cock of a real man. Now I have a little surprise for you, close your eyes and stop jerking him off.? I did not know what she had planned, but I knew I had to obey or she would kick me out of the room.

I heard them moving around and then my wife told me to open my eyes. She was standing in front of me, he was standing in back of her with his cock through her legs so it looked like she had grown a dick. She held his cock out with one hand and in the other hand to my horror was a digital camera, our digital camera.

?Now honey! Show me how much you love me by sucking my cock. Come on honey, you will look so sexy doing it.? she said wiggling ?her? penis. Time seemed to freeze then, slowly, as my wife looked down at me with a smirk on her face I moved my face forward and with my lips real tight I kissed the huge cock head in front of me, noting how much bigger and denser it was than mine.

?Kiss it again!? she squealed and I did so as she took a picture. Then another kiss, then she looked down at me and told me to take it in my mouth. I stretched my mouth as far as it could go and did so. It tasted musky and sweaty and I could not believe I was doing it.

She snapped photo after photo, making me lick the underside of his shaft and his balls as she laughed at me telling me that was the closest I would ever come to having a real cock. Then things went from bad to worse, the cabin door opened, unlocked from outside by a pass key and in stepped the cruise director. ?Mmmm! I see you are enjoying the honeymoon. Maybe I can help you out a bit.? she said grabbing the back of my head. The stud took the signal and started to cram his dick down my throat deeper and deeper. I started to gag which made the two women and the man laugh, but there was no mercy.

The cruise director grabbed his shaft and started to jack it off faster and faster, her coffee colored hand flew up and down across his cock shaft. Then I felt his cock start to twitch.

?No cum dodging here dear.? she said standing in back of me with her smooth thighs holding my head so I could not move. I felt his head jerk as my wife snapped off photo after photo, then his cum flooded my mouth.

?No spitting out either.? she added putting her hand over my mouth. I was forced to swallow every sticky drop as he rubbed his cock clean across my face. Then as my wife and the cruise director laughed I was made to suck and jerk him hard again so he could fuck my wife further.

?Come on little cuckold.? said the cruise director grabbing me by my ear. She lead me though the decks of the ship to her cabin.

?Right now your wife is getting the shit fucked out her by her lover, listen.? she dialed a number on her phone and put it on speaker so I could hear my wife groaning and squealing as his oversized meat stretched her to her limits.

?I bet you are so fucking horny now, come here little white man.? she said kissing me deeply. Before I knew it she was sucking my cock like a machine, I came in her mouth in seconds.

?Hmmm! We are going to have to do better than that.? All that sexual frustration that had built up in me for the entire trip exploded to the surface. I grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed tearing off her clothes. I licked her pussy until she was ready to pass out, then I spread her legs wide and fucked the shit out of her. Before I knew it I must of came twice and was putting my cock up her asshole, lubed only by her spit as I listened to my wife getting the shit fucked out of her by some oversized black stud.

The next morning we pulled into the dock. My wife kissed her black ?husband? goodbye and we went home, where we fucked like animals from the minute we got through the door.

The experience has really changed our life style, for the better I'd like to think. She is already booking us for next year.

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quitealotofsodapop · 10 months ago

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TMKATI AU Wukong accidently spawning pig ears every now and then. Only seems to happen when around Pigsy for extended periods of time or when he's looking for dad flavored validation. Pigsy at first thinks he's being mocked and complains to his husband. Tang subtly asks Wukong about the ears in private just to find out Wu had NO IDEA he was doing it! Pigsy is crying. Years later, after Wu finally found out it was happening and actively tries not to bc thats embarrassing, he texts Pigsy an unsteady photo of little MK messing with his hair in a mirror oblivious to being watched, trying to shape a second ear with gel he found. Child is frustrated. Caption: "What the baby doin???"

Another photo of MK noticing his audience and lighting up. Caption: "Hold on, he's asking for help"

Last photo, half an hour later. Both Wukong and MK are in the photo. MK in his dad's lap with Wu's head on top of his, both beaming at the camera. Both sporting fuzzy "pig ears." Wukong's are the manifested ears from before, MK's are his natural bang and a second ear sculpted with hair and gel. Caption: "He didn't understand why he was the only one to 'inhawit' anything from Dadsy and why he was missing an 'ear', so we fixed it lol :P"

Pigsy is INCONSOLABLE

omg, Wukong's limited shapeshifting abilities manifesting when he's in an emotional state/mood is so based.

I feel like shapeshifting is *not* uncommon among demons, many use it to appear "more human" and fit in, or to hide blemishes or injury, or even just to fit inside buildings. But the side of it thats effected by the user's emotions is not 100% well known. It's like only seeing experts in sports or games, you have a hard time telling whats "Hard" or a "Beginner" move.

I'm imagining Pigsy and "Wu" cleaning up after a very busy and stressful day (first time Wu has ever handled a rush hour), and they're just chilling when a convo like this occurs;

Pigsy (wiping down the kitchen): "You didn't screw up." Wu, sweeping: "Huh?" Pigsy: "For someone who hasn't worked in the service industry for a long time, you did really good today. I'm proud of you." Wu, quietly smiling: "Thanks..." Wu: (*suddenly shapeshifts a pair of pig's ears*) Pigsy, confused: "Tf?? Was that intentional? Whatever, he's weird enough already." ₍ •̀ ⚇•́₎

Later he mentions it to Tang, a little offended thinking Wu could have been mocking him, only for the scholar to point something out;

Tang: "Wait. You said he spawned pig ears when you told him you were proud of him?" Pigsy: "Yeah! He didn't even comment on it or nothin'! He just finished cleaning, still with the ears on!" Tang, thinking: "Well it's said that demons who use shapeshifting a lot can glitch out when they feel strong emotions." Pigsy (rarely uses shapeshifting): "Huh?" Tang: "Yeah. You telling Wu that you were proud of him probably meant a lot to him, and his magic responded by trying to mimic you." Pigsy: "Why??" Tang, shrugging: "I dunno. The article I read said it most often occurs in interspecies adoption since kids want to *be* like their parents and- Piggy are you crying?!" Pigsy: (*emotional at the realisation that Wu likely sees him as a father figure and/or role model*) "No." (*Lie*)

Macaque witnesses Wukong do this one day and just snickers. Him and Nezha are just quietly betting on how long it'll take for Wukong to even notice that his normal monkey ears now have a permanent "flop" to them, like a pig's ear.

At least until Nezha looks at himself in a mirror and notices that his regular tiny red face markings have spread into a suspiciously familiar... heart-shape. He clams up about any emotional shapeshifting after that.

I am just adoring the phone scenario with MK thinking his hair bang was him inheriting Pigsy's ears, it's so cute! X3

And the baby isn't shy about shapeshifting either. Pigsy and Wukong were super-confused when they went into the resturant one day and saw a little brown piglet standing there - only to both scream with amazement/pride when they realised that MK had manifested his first ever *full* transformation.

On the flip-side Macaque has been accidentally spawning fox ears and extra tails for centuries since his biggest parental figure was Jiuweihuli - who like her title indicates, is a nine tailed fox. He mostly has it under control, but the extras tend to "pop out" when he's being very catty or mischievious.

The vixen warns Macaque about flagrantly shapeshifting or "You'll get stuck like that" as any mother does like to a kid pulling a silly face.

When MK is born with three tails (like his kaiju form), Jiuweihuli smugly declares herself correct - after sobbing with joy after meeting her adoptive grandbaby.

#gif warning #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #sun wukong #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #lmk jiuweihuli #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #lmk nezha #freenoodles being parents #shadowpeach being parents

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birinboom · 10 months ago

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Kirishima Comes Home To Reader Drunk Off His Ass

Kirishima Eijirou x GN Reader

Tags: Established relationships, alcohol consumption, pet names (Reader calls Kiri ‘honey’, Kiri calls Reader ‘babe’), fluff, spice 💌 832 words

A/N: This drabble actually belongs to a Kiri x OC fic I’m working on. Not sure if I’ll ever manage to finish it enough to even post the first chapter so I rewrote this part to fit a GN Reader. If I left in any fem pronouns please let me know!

You were jerked out of your sleep when the front door slammed, then someone shushed it loudly.

Groaning at the rude awakening, you rolled over to check the time. Eijirou was finally home from his agency’s New Year’s celebration, and it sounded like he was drunk off his ass. Turning on the bedside lamp, you got up with a heavy sigh; when he got this drunk he usually needed help getting into bed. Thankfully you only had to deal with his drunk, stubborn ass once or twice a year.

You found him sitting on the floor by the entryway, trying - and failing - at pulling his shoes off.

“Hey,” you mumbled, rubbing your face.

Eijirou looked up at you with a bright, toothy smile. “Hiya!”

Crouching next to him, you pointed at his shoes. “Y’know it might work better if you untied them first.”

“Oh.”

“Do you need help?”

“Naw, I got this!”

He finally managed to get his shoes off and got to his feet, swaying. You eyed him suspiciously. “How much did you drink?”

“Jus’ a lil’ bit. About… thiiiis much!” he giggled, holding his thumb and index finger up about two millimeters apart.

You sighed again, looping an arm around his back. “You’re such a pain when you’re drunk.”

“Am not! At least I don’t get angerey, like Ba-*hic*-hakugou.”

“Mhm. Let’s get you to bed, honey.”

He shushed you. “We gotta be quiet, my partner’s prob’ly asleep.”

You couldn’t help but smile. This was the first time he had been drunk enough to not recognize you. “Is that so?”

“Yeah! They need their sleep, they work wa-hay too hard.” He let out another giggle. “They’re super-super-duper cute when they sleep. Have you ever met them?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Well, you should!”

When the two of you made it to the bedroom, Eijirou flopped down on the bed, then pointed at the oversized Red Riot shirt you were wearing. “Hey, that’s me!! I didn’t realize you were a fan!”

You had trouble hiding your smirk. “One might even say I’m your biggest fan.”

“Oh, cool! It’s nice to meet ya.”

“Yeah, likewise.” You reached for his belt buckle but he pushed your hands away.

“Whoa, what are you doing?!”

“C’mon, Ei, I wanna go back to sleep. You’re gonna get too warm if you keep your jeans on.”

You reached out again, but this time he grabbed onto your wrists, keeping them away from him. “I don’t want--”

“Ei, stop. That’s not what I��m trying to--”

“No! I’m sure you’re a very, v-very nice person, but I really love my partner!”

“Ei, I AM your partner.”

He blinked up at you for a moment, then his face split into a brilliant grin. “Oh hey, babe! When did you get here?”

You had to fight not to laugh at his change of mood. If you did, he’d never agree to go to sleep.

“I’ve been here all night,” you said.

“Really? D’you know who runs this place? ‘Cos the service here is terrible. One of the staaffff won’t stop hitting on me even though I keep saying no.”

You pulled your hands out of his grip and reached for his belt again. “How awful. Let’s get you to bed.”

“I’d love to, babe, but I think I’m a teensy bit too drunk for that.”

You finally managed to pull his pants off. Straddling him, you set to work on the buttons of his dress shirt. He sat up and kissed you sloppily, one hand at the back of your head, the other kneading your behind. The rank taste of old alcohol filled your mouth.

“I thought you were too drunk for that,” you coughed when he finally let you breathe.

“Well… I can give it a try since you keep in-- insssh-- inshisishting.”

You pushed the dress shirt over his shoulders, leaving him in a white t-shirt. “I’d rather not. Just go to sleep already.”

“Only if you join me!” Wrapping strong arms around you, he let himself fall backwards with yet another giggle. He started pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against your neck then abruptly stopped.

“Ei?”

You were met with a soft snore. Sighing once more, you shuffled around in his tight grip to turn off the lights and pull the covers over the two of you. He really was the worst, most endearing drunk.

When you got up the next morning, Eijirou was still fast asleep. As soon as you left the bed, he reached out for you. When he couldn’t find you, he instead grabbed your pillow, burrowing his face into it. You heard him mumbling something about a teapot battle.

Checking up on him an hour later, a bottle of water and painkillers in hand, you found him with your pillow thrown over his face. He shifted the pillow a smidge, glancing up at you with blurry, red-rimmed eyes.

“Could you tell the sun to shut up?” he wheezed, voice gravelly. “‘S too loud for me.”

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks (on and off anon) are always greatly appreciated! If you like what you’ve read, please check out my other works. Love, Em 💖

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fullmetal-scar-simping · 2 months ago

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Miles is literally so delusional for thinking he can single handedly change the entire country from his far off nowhere posting when every single ishvalan in the army has been killed. When he himself barely escaped death and i'm pretty sure he will be killed if the gov is suspicious of any actions on his part I don't even know where to start with his mind. And somehow I don't think Olivier or any of her soldiers will even bat an eye if that happens. Afterall, they have let their ishvalan colleagues be "purged" before, what makes him any special? They believe in "survival of the fittest" after all🙄 if the ishvalans died, they were probably not "fit" to begin with. So much for their fanatic loyalty to Olivier. So much for the comradeship and team spirit that exists between the briggs team BH keeps telling me about. Yeah fuckers lets ask your ishvalan comrade's ghosts what they think about that. Because from what it sounds like, Olivier either tried to save all of them and miles was the only one she could from who knows how many, or she found only miles to be "fit" to try and save and she shrugged her shoulders and went on with her career. Either way, she's a very, very fucked up woman. Not to mention how literally every other military character in the series, including ed & al knew about the "purge" that happened in the military ranks before the genocide? during? after? I don't think we know the exact timeline of it, and I'm still somehow supposed to believe they want the best for ishvalans😬. Sorry for the rant lol. I'm sure you already have a lot of asks to get to. But I have been watching BH again and well, it's been infuriating me in a way It didn't when I watched it as a teenager. No need to hurry in answering👍

Genuinely, how do you write a character that's meant to singlehandedly counteract any argument about destroying the military or taking genociders to task for their atrocities, and bungle the execution this badly?

(Mind you, even if it had been done well I would fully disagree with any notion that militaries are anything beyond the violent arm of the state to maintain borders and power, as well as pilfer land, resources, and people (or wholesale demolish those people and their lands) for the state's benefit. Digressions are my hobby.)

It's almost masterful tbh. Arakawa really needed a token brown guy to puppet on about why being a paid boot in the very institution that eradicates people is a necessary 'good' in order to make a pro-military reformist argument. And she did this while having already established that Ishval was thoroughly genocided while he and some other Ishvalans were already serving the State (so that's a flop). AND that those Ishvalan personnel were not only systematically removed from the military ranks, but imprisoned and even executed (so that's a mega flop).

I'm left stumped. This feels like the perfect set-up for the narrative to slowly unravel what would have been pro-militarism into an indictment of these institutions to begin with (even if done subtly), but no. It's all in service of boldly supporting the military and government under "correct leadership". Which itself contradicts Miles' stated goal in remaining in the anti-Ishvalan fascist Amestrian military, because actually what needed to be done was to overthrow the government itself. Need it be said that even this alone does not lift racial supremacy from a culture, but it does generally accomplish far more material change in that direction than keeping your head down in a border fortress, hiding your Ishvalan eyes behind goggles even amongst your oh-so accepting squadron.

Of course even the coup was all for the purpose of, once again, reforming and maintaining a military government under slightly new leadership, rather than abolition. So that's a giga flop. That's no surprise though, since by the time you're at the Briggs arc you know this series has no teeth whatsoever.

Olivier makes this all a much more baffling headspin. She keeps Miles on board because she sees him as an asset to... Improve their military might and stratagem. Which is...? Just. Such a bizarre angle on why embracing human variance "allows us all to become better thanks to the diversity of experiences" and the the innate value of your fellow people. Take that truth and contort it into a militaristic asset, in order to better protect borders against the wrong types of people, expand borders in order to broaden your hegemony over others, and slaughter those who will not obey (which will naturally incur racist and xenophobic propaganda because bigotry is a fantastic tool for manufactured consent and voluntary conscription).

Big progressive Olivier over here having the same social darwinist fascist beliefs as fucking Kimblee, who as you surmised must have seen the fall of Ishval and the arrests of even her fellow militarymen for being Ishvalan as "survival of the fittest". Except for Miles, because she probably realized she wasn't going to have her token if she passively allowed ALL Ishvalan boots to get the axe.

I'm personally not even convinced by the notion that she might have tried to save more people but could only succeed in saving Miles. Given her place as nobility in a generational noble military family, and all the stops she pulls for her guys, and her fascist beliefs (especially basically disavowing Armstrong as her brother because he disobeyed orders so as to stop murdering Ishvalans), it feels like she would let most of it happen even in cases where she could have extended her reach.

At least based on Brotherhood alone we don't know the timeline for those arrests, but it wouldn't be hard to guess that it had to have roughly coincided with the genocide. If a state is going to flush out the unwanted Other that thoroughly while ethnically cleansing that Other's homeland, they're not going to wait to rid their ranks of them until after the war has subsided. Unsure if the manga clarifies, but I suppose I'll find out soon enough.

It's batshit in the worst way possible. Love the fascist who operates violence on behalf of those who will eventually turn on him. What a compelling character for us to uncritically view as righteous and correct! Scar badman because he kill (for free, not paid for by the State, and also killing State guys).

Broho has to be the kind of show that's bleak to revisit when you used to enjoy it, upon returning with a more solidified political and critical eye.

Thanks for the rant! I live for these asks and the sense of vindication I get that others see the fucked nonsense being peddled under its bombastic shonen package.

#and many thanks for giving me the leeway to get to this ask when i was able #i know no one's been pushy and everyone's been chill but i still feel a bit bad for not being able to #answer things sooner #I'm curious if you finished your rewatch and how you're feeling about it if you did #ask #vent #meta #fmab #long post #should i put my reply in behind a read more? at first i didn't think it was as long as my other ones #but now i have my doubts

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bitethedevil · 6 months ago

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More Than Our Fathers (Raphael x Demigod!Reader): Chapter 5

Chapter: one, two, three, four, five

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Summary: Frustrated with Raphael's stubbornness, you go to Haarlep to figure out a plan to keep your husband from getting killed. You find Haarlep playing with some magical objects that Raphael had hidden away from them, one of them being an 'All-Purpose Pocket Dimension', and that gives you an idea.

Word count: 4,083

(AN: This is a bit of an odd chapter, but hey! There's finally smut! (Don't ask me about Haarlep putting marbles in their ass. It's my headcanon that it's something they do with Raphael's belongings when they are bored simply just to spite him))

WARNINGS: NSFW

You had a rough estimate of when the adventurers would be paying the House of Hope a visit. You had narrowed the time window down to which day it would happen, and that day was creeping closer and closer.

You knew you had to somehow keep Raphael away, but you weren’t sure how. If only you could leave the Hells, or even the house, to take him somewhere else on the day but both of those options were risky.

If you left the Hells, you were risking the wrath of the gods. If you left the house, who knows what could happen? You were not that familiar with the Hells yet. Your plan was still really half-baked. Even if you could get him somewhere else, you had to lure him there first. You went to the one expert you knew on that specific matter: Haarlep.

Haarlep stayed in their own room since you moved in. You had never visited them or gone in there. If anything, you were actively avoiding Haarlep as much as you could. You were not interested in sleeping with them, but they were very interested in sleeping with you. You knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

You swung open the door and immediately looked away when you saw their naked body on the bed. They were laying on the side and smiling at you.

“Oh, it’s you,” they said happily. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Do you never wear clothes?” you asked.

“Not if I can avoid it.”

You were staring up into the ceiling to avoid the view of their naked body.

“Could you maybe cover up or something?” you asked. “I need to speak to you.”

“Ugh, if you insist,” Haarlep said with a dramatic sigh, and you heard the ruffling of heavy fabric. “Alright, you can look, my prudish little goddess.”

You lowered your gaze and saw that they had covered their lower half. They were still smiling widely at you and their tail was flicking lazily on the bed like a playful cat’s. You could not help but notice that there were marbles on the bed. Some of them spilled out of a bag on the nightstand. To the side of the bag stood a suspicious bottle of what looked like some sort of lubricant.

“What are you doing?” you asked, immediately regretting it as you did.

“Oh these?” Haarlep said and looked down at the marbles on the bed. “I found these hidden away with all the other things Raphael would rather that I not touch. He is awfully predictable with his hiding spots. I’m trying to see how many of them I can fit inside me...”

Your scrunched up and slightly disturbed expression would have encouraged a normal person to stop talking, but not Haarlep.

“I’m currently at 23...or was it 25?” they said and narrowed their eyes. “Hmm…Must have lost count…”

Your lips formed the word ‘why’ but you decided that you would not ask anymore questions that you did not want the answers to. It really was no wonder that Raphael had to learn how to ignore his sensations through Haarlep, when this was the sort of stuff that the incubus did in their spare time.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Yes?” Haarlep purred, there was excitement in their eyes. “Have you changed your mind about me yet? I am ever at your service if you have…”

“No,” you quickly said. “Not that. Something else.”

You walked closer to them. You thought about taking a seat on the bed, but you knew that they wouldn’t keep their hands to themselves if you did, so you sat down in a chair close to the bed instead. Their eyes followed your every move with hungry interest.

“If you were to lure Raphael somewhere or distract him, how would you do it?”

Haarlep snorted in amusement.

“Isn’t that obvious?” they said with a wicked smile.

“Something that doesn’t include sex,” you quickly specified.

“Hm,” Haarlep hummed and rolled over to lay on their back. “Why do you ask?”

You thought for a moment. You didn’t trust Haarlep. Raphael said it best himself: you cannot trust anyone in the Hells. Though you still needed their help, so you had to give them something

“I can’t tell you too much, but he will have a visitor soon that I want to keep him away from. I might need your help with it, but you can’t tell him about any of this.”

“Oh, I love secrets,” Haarlep purred with a big smile. “Why is that? Why is it that you can’t just tell him to keep them away? You are the lady of the house now, after all.”

“I’ve tried,” you said with an annoyed sigh. “He is too stubborn to listen.”

“That does sound like him,” Haarlep said and studied their clawed hand. “I can help, of course. I can make sure he doesn’t go anywhere while the ‘visitor’ is here.”

They looked up from their hand to look at you with a grin.

“But?”

“But,” Haarlep said and rolled over to their stomach so they faced you better. “That kind of help doesn’t come for free...”

You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“I am not sleeping with you for this,” you said.

“Then I won’t help you…Welcome to the Hells, dear. Nothing is free.”

You gave them a frustrated look and then you took a deep breath.

“His life could be at stake,” you said in a lowered voice. “If I fail keeping him away, he could die.”

Haarlep merely shrugged as if they could not care less. You rolled your eyes in frustration and shook your head. Your eyes fell upon the marbles on the table. Now that you were seeing them up close, it made you narrow your eyes at them. Haarlep lazily followed your gaze.

“Have these been inside you?” you asked and pointed at the ones in the bag on the table.

“Not yet,” Haarlep answered with a smile.

You took the bag to look at the contents. You used a Detect Magic spell on the marbles in the bag. They were magical in nature. You had read about something similar once. They worked in the same way as scrolls, though they were more practical in their small size, and they were activated by a command word.

“You really shouldn’t put these inside you,” you said as you peered into the bag. “Some of these are bombs.”

“Oh, how exciting!”

You shook the bag and one of them were not like the others. You picked it up and studied it closer. It was slightly bigger, and it had a white platform within it. This one you knew what was immediately. You had owned one yourself once, though they were exceedingly rare to find these days and very expensive. It had just answered all your prayers. You pocketed it.

You looked at Haarlep for a moment with a smile.

“Does Raphael like bondage?” you asked.

Haarlep’s face lit up when you asked.

“He does,” Haarlep answered. “Why? Planning to tie him up?”

“If I was?”

“He usually prefers being the one tying others up,” they said. “Though if you are the one offering, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“Great,” you said and got up from the chair to leave.

“Where are you going?” Haarlep asked with a pout. “Didn’t you need my help?”

“I’ve figured out another solution,” you answered. “Though you have already been more helpful than you know.”

Haarlep whined dramatically as you left.

It became the morning of when the adventurers would visit. You had planned ahead, and you hoped that your plan would work. If it didn’t, you would have to either fight him or somehow knock him out. You were hoping to avoid it.

You woke up the second Raphael stirred from his sleep in the morning. You quickly and discreetly checked for the marble that you had placed in your bra the day before. You rolled over to your side to face him. He moved to sit up, but you caught his arm before he did, making him stop in his tracks.

“Leaving?” you asked and rubbed your eyes.

Raphael smiled and propped himself up on an elbow to look at you.

“You are up at a reasonable time for once,” he said. “It’s not even noon yet.”

“Mm…” you hummed tiredly and squeezed his arm.

You yawned and widened your eyes to try and wake yourself up properly. Gods, you felt tired.

“I’m trying something new for once,” you said and stifled another yawn.

“It suits you,” he said and made a move to get up again, but you kept holding on to his arm. He looked down at your hand. “Are you going to let me get up?”

“Mm, no…” you said.

He looked at you and chuckled. You knew that he was already suspicious of your clinginess, but you also knew that he might not care if only you played your cards right.

“I have to go to work, my dear,” he said.

You pouted.

“Give me a goodbye kiss first at least,” you said.

“You’re rather demanding this morning, aren’t you?” he purred and leaned down to give you a brief kiss.

You were quick to jump at the opportunity. You put your hand on his cheek and kissed him back deeply. You heard his breath hitch slightly, but he did not let go of the kiss, just like you had expected. He returned it, but you could feel that it was with caution. He was not sure what game you were playing yet.

Your tongue slipped into his mouth, earning you a groan from him. His hand went to your hip, and he pulled you closer to him.

“You are up to something,” he breathed against your lips.

You shut him up with a kiss. You bit his lip gently, earning you another deep groan from him. His grip on your hip tightened and he moved his body against you. If you weren’t careful, you would soon have him on top of you. You needed him on his back for what you were going to do. You placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back against the bed. He smiled against your lips.

You straddled him and continued kissing him. It did not go unnoticed how hard he was underneath you. Only the thin layers of your underwear were separating you. You felt weird about it mentally, but your body was saying something else. Despite yourself, you could feel yourself getting aroused. Even more so when his hands glided up under the skirt of your silk nightgown to explore.

It took all your willpower to catch those exploring hands with your own to stop him. You intertwined your fingers with his and slowly moved them over his head. You kissed his jaw and his neck to distract him as you did. He did not seem to protest in the least. When his hands reached the frame of the bed, you mumbled an incantation against his skin and summoned a thin but entirely indestructible chain.

The chain wrapped tightly around both of his wrists, tying him to the bed. He chuckled when he felt it.

“You are not nearly as clever as you think you are, Sibyl,” he said with a smirk. “What game are you playing?”

You sat up, still straddling him, to inspect your handiwork. You yanked on his wrists to make sure the chain was properly secured.

“No game at all, dear husband,” you said with an innocent smile. “Try seeing if you can get out of those.”

He tried but without any luck.

“Good!” you said and reached down in your bra to fish out the marble.

Raphael looked from the marble in your hands to you with a furrowed brow. You smiled at him and rubbed it.

“What are you—"

Raphael and you were transported inside the marble, and you quickly cast a Silencing spell on him, preventing him from using his magic to get out. The marble was an All-Purpose Pocket Dimension. A nifty little device that allowed the user, and whoever the user was touching, to teleport into a private space away from everything. The room was surrounded by black solid glass. It was twenty feet tall and twenty feet wide.

Raphael and you were in the middle of it, and he was still tied to the bed. You crawled off him with a wide smile. His tail grabbed your wrist tightly.

“What is the meaning of this?” he asked with clear anger in his eyes.

“What’s the meaning of this?” you repeated. “I’m saving your life, since you don’t seem to value it that much. You are very welcome.”

The tail tightened even more around your wrist. You turned your hand to grab it back in a tight grip.

“Let me go or I’ll yank it,” you said.

His grip did not relent and neither did yours.

“I will gladly remind you of your role in all of this, since you seem to have forgotten,” he hissed. “You are to assist me in getting the Crown. Nothing more. You are not my protector, and I will strongly advice that you do not let your soft heart get in the way of our dealings again, or there will be consequences, my dear.”

“My soft heart?!” you said, outraged by his statement. “This is self-preservation, dear. If you get yourself killed over nothing, all of this falls apart! It will all have been for nothing. I will have to leave the Hells, and just blindly trust that the gods have forgotten about this little attempt at gaining godhood!”

It was the truth. You just decided to not tell him that you also did not wish for him to die because he was the only person who had ever gotten close to you.

“It will fall apart regardless if we let them steal back their contract,” he growled at you. “I did not put so much work into convincing them to take this deal only to let them waltz into my home and break their word!”

“I haven’t even seen if they do destroy their contract,” you said. “With your temper, I’m sure you would be reckless enough to fight them over less.”

“So they are there?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Are they rifling through my belongings as we speak?”

“They might be,” you said. “They are coming today, and I am not letting you out of here until I’m sure they have left.”

Raphael huffed. His nose was wrinkled in anger. His tail finally let go of your wrist.

“It is also a matter of if they will even survive,” he said. “Security has never been higher, thanks to your little warning.”

“Your precious little adventurers will be fine,” you said. “I saw they were wearing the same outfits as your debtors in my vision. They won’t raise suspicions. All of your staff is always too stressed or terrified to notice one another.”

“Hope,” he said with annoyance. “I suppose they will have freed her when I return.”

The thought of that seemed to anger him even more. You rolled your eyes at him. You had heard of his little pet project before. She was his main obsession before Tav was.

“You will have ample opportunity to torture all the innocent clerics your Infernal heart desires once you’re an Archdevil,” you said. “Get over it.”

He huffed again. You sighed and laid down beside him. There was little use in talking to him when he was like that, so the both of you laid in silence while you waited.

After a few hours, Raphael’s body suddenly stirred.

“They are there now,” he said.

Your brow furrowed.

“How do you know?”

“Haarlep.”

You raised an eyebrow and could not help glance at his crotch. It looked like he was getting hard, judging by the bulge you saw. Raphael caught you looking.

“It’s rather impolite to stare, my dear,” he said with a slight smirk.

You rolled your eyes at him and turned to lay on your back instead. You looked up into the glass ceiling. It was odd. For some reason you did not like the idea that the adventurer, who Raphael was already obsessed with to an unhealthy degree, had chosen to sleep with Haarlep in his form. It was a selfish form of jealousy that went through you.

You did not want Raphael like that, but you did not want others to have him either. You also knew that he was able to ignore those sensations, and yet, he had apparently chosen not to. You didn’t like it, which you felt that he was most likely aware of. It would not surprise you if it was done in petty revenge. Raphael annoyingly caught your reaction.

“What is it?” he asked and smacked your thigh with his tail to get your attention. “Are we perhaps a tad jealous?”

“You vastly overestimate your appeal, as you always have,” you said coldly. “I simply thought we had a firm agreement about infidelity.”

“And do you see me sleeping with anyone else at the moment?” he asked. “Haarlep does as Haarlep does. Besides, perhaps I would have shut it out, had you only finished what you started this morning.”

You threw him an irritated look. He had that shit-eating grin on his face when you did. You looked up in the ceiling again. Raphael moved as close to you as he was able to with his hands bound to the bed.

“Their tongue tastes like oranges and honey,” he purred into your ear. He groaned and bucked his hips slightly as he felt something through Haarlep. “And they are positively dripping under my likeness.”

“You’re disgusting,” you mumbled in an annoyed tone. “If I hear as much a moan or a grunt from you, I’ll gag you as well.”

You were jealous, and the realization annoyed you even more. Raphael chuckled.

“My, I am certainly learning a lot about your proclivities today,” he said with a hint of breathlessness to his voice.

His hips bucked again, and a groan followed. You glanced at the obscene view of the outline of his hard cock under the fabric of his underwear.

“Stop it,” you ordered with annoyance.

It was not as if you could go anywhere to escape the awkward situation while the both of you were stuck in the pocket dimension. You also knew that Raphael was enjoying every second of making you uncomfortable and he was most likely playing it up to annoy you even more.

“Give in and I might,” he purred in your ear. “I know you want to but that damned stubbornness of yours is keeping you from taking what you want.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek in annoyance as you listened to the literal devil on your shoulder. Despite yourself, you did feel the familiar feeling of arousal spreading in your abdomen. His tail wrapped around your thigh and pulled it slightly towards him.

“You’re already wet, aren’t you?” he purred with a breathless chuckle.

“You are almost worse than Haarlep,” you mumbled, but you did not do anything about his tail.

“Come now, Sibyl,” he said. “You can pretend that you are uninterested all you want but we both know it is a lie. I can practically smell it on you. What happens in here, stays in here. I will not expect anything more if you do decide to give in to your current desires.”

You looked at the way he was still enjoying the touch of someone else through Haarlep by the way he was breathing and the way his hips were lazily moving every now and again. Something snapped inside you and in one swift movement you were on top of him. His eyes widened in surprise and a wide smile spread over his lips.

“You will ignore them,” you said before doing anything. “If I get the sense that you are feeling them as well as me, we are done.”

“Consider them long forgotten, my dear,” he said and pressed his hips up against you.

Your breath hitched slightly as you felt him against your wetness. You pulled off your nightgown, exposing your body to him. He groaned and hungrily ate up the view of you like a man that had been waiting for centuries. You felt his cock throbbing in anticipation against you.

“Beautiful,” he said breathlessly. “It is truly a shame that I can’t touch you.”

“Don’t be greedy,” you said and snaked a hand down between the two of you.

Another louder groan escaped him when your hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking it. By the hardness you felt, it was hardly necessary to prepare him for what came next. You slid your panties to the side and sat up on your knees as you positioned him at your entrance.

He was big and girthy, so you had to ease down unto it. The head of his cock disappeared inside you and a small breathless moan escaped you as you tried to take even more.

“Such pretty sounds…” Raphael muttered, barely able to speak.

You eased down all the way unto his cock. It was almost too much. You felt so full that it took you a moment to get used to it before you could even begin moving. His hips bucked against you impatiently, driving himself even deeper into you. His lips were parted, showing the tips of his sharp teeth as his breath got heavier and heavier. His pupils were so dilated that his eyes were almost entirely black as he looked up at you.

He growled when you finally started to move. You kept a slow pace, though the movements of Raphael’s hips under you suggested that he was holding himself back from taking more from you. His claws were digging into the palms of his bound hands.

“You should be very grateful that I am bound,” he growled. “Had I not been, I would have lost patience a long time ago, you little tease.”

He thrusted up sharply inside of you, making you yelp and moan. You kept the slow pace despite him wanting more.

“One of us should be grateful,” you said breathlessly as you lazily bounced on his cock. “And it isn’t me.”

He growled in pleasure and wrapped his tail around your waist.

“I could not possibly be more grateful, my dear,” he purred. “I have been waiting for this ever since we first met.”

He rolled his hips up against you again. You let him take control for now and leaned forward to place your hand beside his head to balance yourself as you took his thrusts.

“Cradle-robber,” you teased.

“Mm,” he hummed as he moved against you in a steady pace. “You only keep commenting on my age because you like it. You might as well admit it.”

You did not want to confirm or deny that statement.

His restraint and his steady pace did not last for long. His tail tightened around your wrists as his hips started snapping up against you. You leaned your forehead against his chest, and you had no control over the volume of your moans now.

One of your hands found your clit. You were close and it seemed that he was as well. You finally came with a loud moan. The second the feeling had passed a thought immediately popped into your head when you felt that his thrusts became more frantic.

When you felt that he was beginning to spill inside you, you tried to move off him, but his tail tightened its grip and pulled you down again and kept you there as he filled you with his seed. You realized that you probably should have said something sooner.

You were not even sure if the two of you could procreate but you did not particularly want to find out either. You tried to move off him again, but he still held you tightly with his tail while he tried to catch his breath. You sighed and collapsed against his chest instead since he did not want to let you go.

“You are an asshole,” you mumbled into his chest.

“You really should have considered that before marrying me, my sweet,” he said with a lazy and satisfied grin.

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just-a-strange-boy · 1 year ago

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ethereal

There aren't many beautiful things left in Stephen Strange's world, a vast and cold place. But at least he has you - the most beautiful person he had ever come across. He wants to make sure to prove it to you and worship you accordingly - not even letting sleep come between the two of you.

Pairing: Sinister Strange x Reader (GN)

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), somnophilia, questionable consent, unprotected sex, Sinister being...not that sinister actually

A/N: I do like dark Sinister. But you know what I enjoy more? Sinister who would do anything for you, because he is a massive simp. And so damn horny for you.

Ethereal.

If Stephen Strange could have chosen one word to describe you it was that.

There was always something so beautiful about you. Often times he found himself entirely enamored with the sight of you, wondering how someone could be so mesmerizing, so enthralling, so infatuating. Catching a glimpse of you at the right moment, the whole world seemed to stop around him.

Whether it was in the soft, warm candlelight or in the scarce daylight of this world or like now, in the bright moonlight seeping through the windows and falling upon your sleeping form beside him. He had eyes for you only, addicted to the sight of you.

You were so unique.

He had always known. Ever since you had stumbled into his life and messed with it, he had known. There was something indescribable about you, it seemed impossible to fully capture your likeness. Words couldn't do your beauty - may it be your physical form or what was deep down inside of your soul - justice. One thing he was very certain of though: no one could ever be like you.

You touched him in ways that Stephen didn't think anyone ever could.

For so long he had been convinced of his own coldness, that he was simply unlovable and repulsive, that he was doomed to stay alone forever because he couldn't love anyone fully, truly. But then you had come along and chipped away at the hard demeanor bit by bit, breaking him down and building him back up, all with your love.

You had brought warmth to his coldness, love to his hatred, liveliness to his lonesome days.

Neither of you was doomed to live a life of solitary and anguish anymore. Just like he meant to give a purpose to you, you had given him meaning again.

And the best thing was that all of you belonged to him.

Sometimes Stephen couldn't quite believe it himself, to deserve someone as perfectly imperfect and wonderful as you.

Part of him was still oddly suspicious sometimes, afraid that once you were offered the chance, you would rather flee this world and leave him behind than stay with him, even in a world falling apart, forever. But you had proven him different so many times, because you were still there. You had remained right here, with him, and sworn to stay.

After all this time, he still couldn't really believe it. That you were here. That you were with him. That you had told him that you loved him and continued to prove it to him every day.

He often lacked words to proclaim his love to you. There was no way that shallow phrases would be enough to describe what he felt for you. It was easier to show, but even the little acts of service never felt enough to him. He would do anything for you and give you all. You deserved the world, this one and any other, if not the entire multiverse.

Even though he was only able to share what he had and there wasn't much left in this world, you still stayed around.

So he supposed there was a possibility that you did know after all. That his love for you went beyond the bounds of anything he had ever known, was a stronger force than any magic he had ever used, and that he would simply do anything for you.

Sometimes his love for you was overwhelming, left him restless, like now as he sat awake in bed, watching you, his wondrous partner, in the moonlight. It sent a soft glow to your skin, almost shimmering. You simply lay there, remaining in your deep slumber, breathing softly, the thick woolen blanket having slipped aside, now barely hiding your naked form, leaving most of you uncovered and for him to admire.

He would never grow tired of the sight.

He chuckled. So typical. You always preferred to sleep on your left side, one arm tucked under your head, body turned away from Stephen, displaying your back to him.

There were little reminders of your previous love-making, red streaks where his fingers had dug into your skin, bruises and bites where his mouth had latched onto you, and seeing them in contrast to the light tone of your skin made his heart swell with affection, and admittedly obsession.

You truly were his. And he would always make sure of marking you accordingly. You simply looked so pretty wearing his marks.

As Stephen's gaze traveled along the plane of your back, the expanse of your shoulders, limbs lax with sleep, he was surprised when you stirred slightly, curling further into yourself as you shifted your legs, an utterly adorable sound and soft breath slipping past your lips, before continuing in stillness.

Smiling down at you, Stephen carefully reached out to brush a hand through your sleep-ridden hair, carding through the soft strands that had grown longer and longer in time.

There was a relaxed sigh escaping you next as he began stroking the back of your head, fingertips softly grazing the scalp down to your nape. When you still wouldn't stir, Stephen thought it safe to assume you were continuing to soundly slumber. He didn't mean to disturb. But you had this magic over him, pulling him in, and he was entirely mesmerized with you.

In his profuse admiration, he couldn't help himself but touch more, marveling how the moonlight kissed your skin in this most beautiful way, your nakedness reminding him how perfect you were in every way, at any given time. How wonderfully submissive and pliant you always tended to be, for no one but him.

Certainly you wouldn't mind if he were to proclaim his affection and love, even in sleep. You never minded being the object of his relentless desire, all of his love focused on the wonderful creature that he thought you were, downright obsessed with taking you apart as he pleased.

Of course, you would allow him to do anything. You had little shyness, nothing ever seemed to be off-limits for you, and once again Stephen thought you were simply made to be his, suiting his every need, every little filthy plan of his.

But how, he wondered, would you react to this? Would you stir? Would you wake? Would you perhaps be responsive under the impression this was all a dream? Would you be startled to find out that it was not?

You looked so beautiful there and then, too good to be true, and he wanted to savor the moment, embrace you wholly and worship you accordingly.

Stephen smiled to himself, letting his hands slide lower and folding the blanket back, grazing the tender skin of your back, fingertips trailing the traceable ridges of your spine – cervical, thoracic, lumbar, where the trapezius muscle ended and the latissimus dorsi began – and further down, slipping the blanket lower – sacrum and coccyx, gluteus maximus.

He could have studied you for hours and hours, like a doctor tending to his favorite subject, and found himself incapable of stopping his hands from wandering, gently tracing your backside.

Making sure to not startle you awake, he slid down next to you eventually, carefully pressing up to your naked form, bodies perfectly slotting together like they always did, embracing you.

You always felt so soft under his hands, your smell was simply intoxicating, not too mention the beautiful sight, and being so wrapped up in all of you did a plenty amount of things to Stephen, his cock stirring with arousal as he rubbed it against the swell of your ass.

His hands slid further along the tender skin, fingers trailing your upper thigh, moving along the protruding hip bone, down to the pelvic area, only lightly grazing your inner thighs and eventually the apex in between.

He hummed and wondered if you would be easily aroused in this state too, unaware of the attention paid to you. But you didn't stir, remaining entirely calm, even as Stephen carefully shifted the position of your leg, skilled fingers tracing your sex with the gentlest touch, hand fully wedged between your thighs as he went on exploring, finding you still lightly loosened from your earlier love-making.

Stephen always considered it convenient to have magic at hand. His intention was not to harm or hurt you, never that. While you occasional sought out this wicked pain during sex, a primal rawness, the sting of bites or fingers digging into each other's skin, now was not the time.

He didn't want to disrupt you, wanted to worship you and have you fully, revel in your beauty, your soft sleeping form.

So with magical handiwork and quick lubrication, he eased into you with gentle fingers, opening you up in a way that would usually coax out the sweetest sounds and moans from you, though not tonight. Not even the rhythm of your breathing changed, ever so softly, relaxed and at peace.

Feeling you properly loosened, he went on to slow replace his fingers with his hardness, sliding into you so easily, finding his way home, pushing deep within you. Being with you always made him feel at ease, calmed his mind, quieted his restlessness and his thoughts.

Stephen reveled in your warmth, the comforting grip you had on him, taking him in so well, and he pressed up more to your relaxed body, circling one arm around your form, holding you tightly and securely.

He would never let any harm come to you. He would protect you forever. Love you fiercely. Until the world around you would finally cease to exist and the universe would swallow you both whole – and even then, he would be content because at least he'd been able to have you.

How could he ever let go of something as wonderful as you, of your perfect imperfection, your wholesomeness? It would be so foolish. You were his whole world.

Stephen gently began to move within you, slow and careful thrusts filling you out, enjoying the warm and smooth sensation around him, welcoming him in.

He buried his face in soft strands of your hair, taking in a deep breath, basking in the intoxicating smell that always clung to you, and feeling so much like he was truly at home.

The Sanctum had been his sanctuary, his residence for so long, but ever since the incursion and the extinction of life as it was, it had never quite been an actual home to him, more so a prison.

Not until you came along and made it a place worth living at again. Because you were his home, much more than any place could ever be.

Settling on a gentle rhythm, he brought your bodies close. Stephen wished he were able to read your mind now, wished he could look into your beautiful head, wished he could sense what you felt right now and if you perhaps found yourself enjoying it as much.

Closing his eyes and resting his forehead against your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your pale skin, he allowed himself to get lost in you and take his pleasure, rocking into you, pliant and relaxed and so wonderful.

His heartbeat quickened a little, he was breathing heavily against your back and perhaps it was that or his thrusts becoming so much more intense as he went greedy with lust, which caused you to stir in your sleep.

The relaxation seemed to ripple away from your body, muscles suddenly tensing and winding up, and Stephen could feel you clench around him, which caused a huffed moan to slip past his lips.

Then you simply hummed, inhaled deeply and pressed back into him.

The immediate response to his advances made Stephen shudder, more arousal surging through him, plunging deep into the tight hold that you had on him, until he was fully seated within you.

A small grumble, a little huff, stirring again. It was even more exciting for him to not know whether you would be waking up any second now. Perhaps you would stay in your sleeping state, thinking you were only dreaming. Perhaps you were pretending.

Whatever it was, it made Stephen want you even more and he continued thrusting into you shallowly, making use of your wonderful body, loving you whole-heartedly.

You mewled softly, whimpering even, small little sounds escaping you whenever he pushed deep inside.

A heat had fallen over the two of you, an unspoken and forbidden passion, whereas you still seemed to remain in your slumber, though not entirely unresponsive. Oh, did you know what was going on? Did you know what to await? How would you feel waking up with Stephen's cock nestled inside of you and the stickiness of your love-making between your legs?

His hands returned to travel your chest, front and center, feeling your heartbeat, which was quickening occasionally, but more so a steady sign of life that Stephen cherished so deeply.

With calloused fingertips he brushed lower, following the trail down to your navel, down to your crotch, and brushing over your arousal, finding you very responsive to the intimate attention. While there was no buck of hips, no pressing against his hand in return and you remained relatively still, you were obviously aroused.

In return, Stephen wondered how he could possibly get you to react. How he could possibly wake you up, pull you from your deep slumber with the element of surprise, if not even initial shock or embarrassment.

Then again, he was certain that you would have never refused his advances either way, enjoying to be used by him as he pleased, as it too was your hearts desire to fulfill Stephen's needs whenever you could.

He groaned into your ear, a noise of pleasure and indescribable lust, hips continuously rocking into you, sinking his cock into you and pulling back out and all over again, a steady but gentle rhythm that sent shivers down his spine, body filled with immense lust, and he wasn't all too surprised about his orgasm nearing, buried in your tight heat, pressed so close to you, his one and only.

Maybe it were his noises, the careful movements, the proximity, the intrusion or simply that you were wearing off sleep for another reason that made you stir beside him.

A silent gasp for air, the initial urge to pull away, before shuffling back to get comfortable in his embrace, realizing what was happening, but too heavily in this dream-like state that you wouldn't refuse him altogether.

"Stephen?", you muttered softly, your hand searching to reach for the one that had found its way to the apex of your thighs, carefully trying to bring pleasure to you alongside his thrusts. You placed yours above his.

"Yeah, my love", he whispered back, breath brushing over the delicate skin of your nape, "My darling, I just had to have you."

While others would have perhaps reacted in fear or immediate flight, you still didn't refuse any of his advances, pressing back into him in means to feel him deeper, to take him all in. There was a small moan escaping you, all too pleased with what he was offering, a part of you secretly enjoying he found you so hard to resist, flattered by his relentless desire and adoration.

"You're insatiable", you hummed drowsily, sleepy, your nimble fingers on Stephen's hand between your legs, drawing lines along the familiar scarred tissue as he was still keen bringing pleasure to you.

"You're all too beautiful, my love, and hard to resist. My sleeping beauty, my everything", Stephen praised you softly, feeling his orgasm approaching, especially now that you were soft and pliant and so very responsive. He didn't care about corrupting you, didn't care about the debauchery and potentially using you to his own pleasure.

It was all too late anyways, you already were a beautifully deranged pair, but of course he would never find the intention to do harm to you.

It was all worship.

To his surprise, he wasn't the first one to come.

There was something undeniably wonderful and fulfilling about you going rigid, a shudder going through you all of the sudden, breath hitching, an unexpected noise of pleasure escaping your throat, like you hadn't quite awaited to be brought all the way to the edge. You weren't as vocal as normally, not as passionate, weren't falling apart under Stephen's hands like you usually did – but it was still a beautiful thing to witness while you came.

So beautiful and admirable that Stephen couldn't help but fill you right up with his come in response, groaning softly as his balls tightened and pleasure surged through his body, rocking further into you, holding you in his tight embrace as he emptied himself within you.

He never wished for it to be otherwise, always wanted it to be just the two of you, forever and ever, for as long as your universe lasted.

"Sleeping beauty, huh?", you muttered after a while, urging Stephen to tighten his hold around your middle, before pulling the blanket back up over your forms, "Couldn't have waited until the morning to wake me up for sex?"

Stephen chuckled lowly, planting a kiss on your shoulder. "I could have, but then you and I would have missed out on this experience. I daresay it was worth it. You know me, my love", he responded quietly, remaining seated deep inside you, unfazed by the slickness and sticky mess between your bodies.

"Yeah, I know you all too well", you replied with a sleepy mumble, "And love you all the same."

#k writes #doctor strange #stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #sinister strange #x gn reader #doctor strange smut

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moonlight-tmd · 7 months ago

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Suggestion shockbee au where shockwave runs a speak easy that's secretly a front for the decepticon mob and ends up falling for their newest bartender/performer bumblebee.

Ooh now that's interesting-

Hmm, I suppose it looks like this: Megatron doesn't give Shockwave the puny task of infiltrating autobot school but instead sends him to be Decepticon's back door to Cybertron. He set up as a rather high-end bar.

Most of the staff are in kahoots with the true purpose of the establishment but of course they have to hire more folks for entertainment purposes n such. Shockwave, disguised as Longarm, is the boss and rarely comes out to interact with the people, the manager is the one who handles new hires so he doesn't have to bother with it himself.

Of course, things don't always go smoothly with the out-of-the-loop folks. The bartender of the local was highly suspicious of the things going on in the back rooms, it's gotten to the point of the other workers catching him snooping around in the office. That couldn't go unnoticed so Longarm had someone take care of the mech. And so a new position opened up and was taken faster than anyone expected.

Longarm went on about his bussines, at least until the point of the place being inspected by the Cybertron's version of FDA. Longarm was required to be present in the restaurant, he got to really see how his service was operating and handling guests. During one of the talks, his attention was caught by a particular giggle. His optics landed on the small yellow bot behind the bar- he was the newest hire in the position of a bartender. His laid back demeanor and friendly expression as he professionally served drinks to the bots at the counter only made him more fit for the job. There was something about the mech that Longarm couldn't quite place...

After everything was checked and approved Longarm found himself coming out to the local more often. He'd check if everything was going well and sometimes chat with the guests, but really it was all an excuse to come and observe the bartender work. From the way he interacted with other people to the impressive tricks and ways to serve drinks, it made Longarm proud in a way but also tugged at his consciousness to go and talk with him.

One day during the opening hours check-up, Longarm was making a list of all the bewerages in the bar, since the manager couldn't come in that day ,when a voice called out to him. It was the bartender, he came in earlier and decided to have a small chat with the boss. His name was Bumblebee and he has worked in a bar before it closed and forced him to look for a new job. The mech was funny and very friendly with a bit of sass. Longarm made sure to tell him how pleased he was with his work and even gave him a raise.

From then on Longarm made sure to come and chat with Bee whenever he was on shift. One time when they talked, Longarm thought it would be a good idea to go out and have a lunch together, get to know each other more n such. Bee was hesitant but he agreed and they went to the new place that opened up down town. They had a good time together, laughed and chatted. Soon it became a little routine of theirs; just go out and chat about the week. Longarm had noticed Bee being a little more open about his personal life the longer they talked, he also started seeing Longarm as more of a friend than a boss. One time during some special holiday Longarm decided to take Bee and few of his other friends out for drinks. Bee challenged everyone in the pub to a drink off and gained quite a lot from the bets placed. He might have been small but he could hold his high grade better that anyone Longarm even knew. Still, he ended up drunk enough to not be able to walk on his own. Longarm took this opportunity to tow him back to his place and put him to berth.

The next day Bee woke up with a massive hangover he was greeted by none other than his friend/boss Longarm. Turns out Long was also drunk yesterday and didn't bother making a second trip to his place so he just crashed on the couch. And no, he assured Bee nothing else happened. They spend the day just chilling and trying to cope with the headaches, in the evening they watched a movie and Bee ended up falling into recharge cuddled up on Longarm's lap. Longarm took him to berth and left a note saying he went back home and that Bee has the rest of the week off.

Now, I imagine them being in that awkward private interest/workplace people phase; Bee likes Longarm but thinks it's wrong to date his boss so he keeps it to himself and only acts this relaxed in private. Same with Longarm, except he doesn't mind their work status. I'm not too sure how they would get together- I guess Longarm takes Bee out to some event he mentioned wanting to go and they end up on a something like a date. Bee's very awkward up until the point Longarm takes them to some private area and asks him out for real. Bee of course is a bit torn but then again, he wasn't the one to always follow the social rules so why shouldn't he date his boss. He agrees and from then on they date in secret. While on the clock they remain just friendly coworkers but in private they get to enjoy each other's company for real.

Bee's place isn't exactly in the best conditions so Longarm lets Bee crash at his apartment. It's rather luxiorious and has a room for Bee to stay in, even tho he prefers Longarm's berth. Longarm still keeps up the Decepticon front in secret, although I wouldn't be surprised if Bee had already found out cuz of his curiosity. He doesn't think much of it but he keeps quiet, he's happy and gets a fat cut of the spoils from Longarm and he couldn't care less about other things.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #shockbee

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shineon3 · 23 days ago

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🤍 Fic Masterlist 💜

All my fics can be found here under the cut <3

Me and Mine (Serial Killer!Daniel AU)

Maxielfest 2024

All yours if you want me (4,615 words)

Max doesn't think. That's just who he is. He's brash, impulsive. That's why they call him Mad Max on track. He always acts first, thinks later. So, he tilts his head slightly up, looking straight into the honey brown orbs of his teammate.

"Please…?"

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I'll Be Your Wiener King, tee hee (2,345 words)

“Number 3, Ricciardo!” Max looks over at his boyfriend, the brunette’s smug smile and relaxed posture making him shudder. He didn’t know what Daniel had planned for him. What he knew, however, was that he had been exceptionally bratty and uncooperative last night, and Daniel always knew how to get back at him for that. “Well, guess that’s our cue, Maxy!” Daniel chirps cheerfully, grabbing Max’s wrist in a tight, almost painful grip, dragging him along to the FIA provided room before anyone tries to protest. They wait until they’re mostly out of earshot to slow down, and Daniel bursts down in giggles.

Or: Instead of completing community service, Max activates Article 69.

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Feed My Frankenstein (2,426 words) (somewhat of a sequel to this)

Realistically, Max knew something was wrong. He just. Didn't want to look into it. He didn’t need to get involved in the other’s business, even though Daniel was one of his closest friends. And, he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but it kind of scared him. Just a tiny bit, yes, but enough to dissuade Max from looking too deep into it. Or: Daniel is an eldritch being, and Max is the only one who seems to notice.

(My Hallowen Motorsports Fest fic :3)

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and i just want to take you home (4,952 words)

“S-since when have you been working on all of this, Daniel? It must have taken you so much time, you shouldn't have bothered. I'm sure the cats were happy to play in the living room.” “They're allowed to have their own safe space here, Maxy,” Daniel smiles, fond and soft, warm. “It can be their little home away from home, even if it’s a bit wonky. I was very happy to do it anyway, promise. They're part of my family, ya know? They deserve it.” There's a lump in his throat, stopping any word from coming out, and Max just watches for a while as Jimmy familiarizes himself with the playroom while Sassy pads around alongside him. At some point, Daniel shifts closer to him, one arm wrapping around his shoulder, and Max leans against him, basking in the comfort radiating from the brunette. “You are, of course, part of our family too, Daniel.” Max cringes at his own croaky voice, but Daniel doesn't comment on it, just pressing a kiss to his hair and holding him tighter. It feels like finally coming home after a long, tiring day. Max thinks he could get used to it.

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I / Me / Myself (6,892 words)

“You're… okay with it…? You don't think it's… weird…?” “It's not, Max. It's just who you are.” Or: Max's journey as he learns to accept himself, with the help of some friends.

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(I feel like I'm) Drowning (2,677 words )

“Maxy? You there, bud?” His voice echoes against the walls, worry tinting his tone, and silence is the only reply. He's slowly starting to panic, horrifying scenarios playing in his mind. What if Max had been hurt? Or kidnapped? Or even killed? He shouldn't have let him out of his sight, but he did, and now he lost Max, and how is he going to tell the team, how is he going to live with the guilt and- Or: Max is drugged in a party.

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So Much To Dream About (5,409 words)

Barely hours ago, Max was celebrating his and Daniel’s podiums in Suzuka, and now he’s… here? Where’s here anyway? Max sits up, suspiciously eyeing his surroundings. Everything seemed to look like what you’d expect in a generic forest, green, vibrant and alive; and yet it seemed to give off these foggy, odd feelings only dreams usually have. Is that it, then? Is he dreaming? When Max takes a look around again, Daniel’s laying next to him on the grass, hands neatly folded behind his head, looking incredibly peaceful and relaxed. Max blinks, resisting the urge to poke the brunette to make sure he’s real. He sits up instead, taking this unique, albeit unusual opportunity to study the older driver. He didn’t have much chance to do so in the real world, too many eyes and expectations following him along in the paddock. But here? In the safety of this dream space? He was allowed to do what he wanted. Or: Max and Daniel meet up in their dreams.

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#my fics #writing #maxiel

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tweedlebugged · 2 years ago

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Squinting at the latest dndads episode suspiciously and poking it with a stick. Because on the one hand, it definitely feels like something sus is going on under the surface here and Anthony’s going to pull the rug out any minute now.

On the other, this is a show called Dungeons and Daddies and you kind of have to accept on admission that the characters can and will twist the logical rules of the universe into a pretzel in service of a really good goof. So there’s no way to tell right now what seems a little weird For the Drama and what seems a little weird For the Bit.

Take Jodie. Last season he was this badass demon and objectively the most put together dad, and now he’s this kind of pathetic loser trying to get back with his ex. His ex who he’s definitely been broken up with for over two decades at this point, given that he was already dating Scam during the Church of the Doodler stuff only a few years post season 1. And he was a really involved dad who is obviously disappointed in Nicky for not being part of Taylor’s life, but also he seems totally indifferent toward Hermie and pinches his nose when he has to be near him? It’s weird! And he acts so eager to use these kids and is VERY obviously trying to manipulate them—the whole chosen one thing tbh, and giving scary “secret” information and telling her she smells so super evil when she’s just…not lol—but then gets worried and tries to stop Scary when she does something that will actually hurt her. Officer Foster sir what the fuck is your deal?

But also—Jodie the cringe fail King of Hell is hilarious and Jimmy could just have been leaning into that new persona because it’s good radio. And it was! So who knows!

And Glenn. We know he canonically helped found DADDIES and was working to take down the Doodler (fighting at the Church, putting in the super fast elevator) and Nicky continued to be involved for years after, so clearly the Close/Foster family cared about the Doodler stuff at one point. So how did Glenn end up with the Doodler’s anchor and why is he maiming children to keep them from getting it? Children he should probably recognize and care about at least a little! (Although to be fair Taylor and Link are both still wearing skull masks)

But ALSO—and I say this lovingly—Glenn does have a slight history of being a selfish garbage man, and even though his character grew a lot by the end of season 1 it still wouldn’t be outside the realm of possibility for him to have looked around after his friends were gone, realized all of his loved ones were actually safe, and decided to fuck off to do cool things in hell instead. Especially after the other kiddads betrayed Nicky. Anthony did say that he’d let the players decide what happened to their characters, and while I don’t know Mr. Frederick Wong personally “fighting 666 demons in mega hell with the love of his life” does have the exact vibe of an ending he’d choose for Glenn.

So is Glenn under the influence of the anchor somehow? Is he actually one of the Likely family in disguise? Or is Freddy taking full advantage of being Glenn again to play out this character to its logical and EXTREMELY funny conclusion? Impossible to say!

And finally Agent Schmegan and the FBI. All that work hunting Nicky to the point that he had to abandon his family and stalking Taylor until they had an opportunity to draw out his dad, all so they could capture Nicky and torture him into letting them into hell. And now suddenly all they needed was text message permission from some random unrelated teenager and they could open a portal themselves? That’s fishy! And they had special weapons designed to take down Nicky, who said if they ever captured him his dads would be dead, but now Jodie can fight them all by himself without much issue? Feels a little like a scam, actually!

BUT ALSO—the 12 soccer players have been tied to the FBI since the FBI was introduced, and it makes sense to play out those stories at the same time. And since you can only go to hell once, bringing the FBI there now could take them out as a threat to Nicky. Which is more a narrative move than a comedy beat but would still be very funny when he loses his excuse to be an absentee dad and has to actually interact with Taylor. And his ex wife. And her new boyfriend.

This post isn’t going anywhere, the episode just reminded me why trying to theorize about Dungeons and Daddies is like trying to connect a conspiracy board with silly string (affectionate)

#I don’t know what’s happening here but I know I’m having fun watching it #dndads #dndaddies #dungeons and daddies #dndads glenn close #dndads jodie foster #nicholas foster #nick close #is there a better tag for him this man has too many names

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copias-juicebox · 1 year ago

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It's a Sin Chapter 2

Part 1 | Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x fem! Reader Words: 5144 Genre: romance, angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, SLOWBURN Warnings: explicit languge, violence, abuse, age gap, smut (in the upcoming chapters blabla)

Notes: so i finally got to write down the next part. I am sorry it took so long. Been procrastinating for ages. I was very insecure to write this but i actually found a very sweet soul here to help me. This is why i have decided to dedicate this chapter to the lovely @fishwithtitz. Literally an angel (or demon idk) sent from up or down. However she helped me soooo much writing this and without her you would not be reading this now. So huge kudos and all the love and appreciation for this amazing woman. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 (you should check out her works she is such a wonderful writer.)

18 years. It had been 18 long years since the night you ran away. The last time you were in your hometown was nearly two decades ago. And now, you are back.

It was so long ago, you barely even remembered the night at all. In your mind, there was just that awful night that resulted in your parents sending you away to learn the discipline they tried to beat into you, mentally and sometimes even physically. The dreadful day you wanted to forget so badly. Remembering that day and the following consequences had a shiver run down your spine. It left you with many scars mentally and you avoided thinking about it.

The school your parents chose for you was a few hours away from your home. It turned out to be an all girls school, run by catholic nuns that would enforce their teaching in only one way. “The way of God“ they always said.

You and all the other young girls had to learn what the nuns taught. The school followed the curriculum like any other school. Mathematics, language arts, science (even if many scientific facts were altered to fit the catholic beliefs), social studies and fine arts. Of course they taught everything from a catholic root and some of the subjects were taught in a very traditional way. Special courses in Bible work and Latin were forced on the students every afternoon. Even the fine arts like music and visual art they kept to a stern regulation. Any indication of „unholyness“ in the themes would be followed by extra bible lessons and hours spent in prayer with the Sister on duty. Nonetheless, your parents would not have sent you here if it were not run by catholic women in service of God. Like all the other girls, you had to obey the many arbitrary rules they set up. If you did not, they made sure you and everyone else were punished in quite severe ways. The nuns could be harsh and unforgiving. One time, a group of girls were found outside after curfew and they had to face the stick and had been locked away for a week.

In the beginning, you had a hard time— but you learned fast and they rarely found you breaking the rules in your later years. That did not mean you just rarely broke them, of course. You just had to be clever about it. Luckily, you were intelligent and learned to maneuvre your way the world. As they say “learn to swim, or you will drown.“ It was hard of course. You honestly tried to be a good girl. You told no lies, and that was when it would become very hard for you to stick to the teachings of the church since the nuns would ask you if they were suspicious of your actions. You always told them half truths. Enough to please them but never telling them nearly enough because that would get you hit with a paddle, your dinner forgone for days and hours of disciplinary work with the nuns to make you find your way back to God. The irony behind their words was never lost on you, only making your and everyone longing for freedom from God stronger.

As a girl, living in a world ruled by men and women acting in service of mankind, you had no say in your future. Your career was chosen long before you could even imagine working at some time in your life. So as soon as you settled into your new school, a nun called Sister Angela would ask you to help her in the infirmary. You were supposed to learn everything from a young age to later become a nurse. Sister Angela was an old and very strict sister. But you found she was actually very kind and warm inside. She was the closest thing you got to a mother figure in your new life so far away from your home. She taught you everything you knew. Everything about the school and the church that ruled over it.

She was very understanding when you were in your teenage years and even helped you once in a while when you were close to facing punishment for not doing your assigned chores in time for the 3rd time in a week. Without her, you might have ended up in a way worse condition than you luckily did. Some nights she was your rock in the waves, supporting you when you needed someone.

Luckily, your new occupation became a passion. You had always been happy to help anyone in need. No matter how. As long as you could help, you would nearly do anything to make other people’s lives easier. A people pleaser. That earned you a lot of praise in the later years from the people in town who got to benefit from your goodhearted nature many times over the years. That was the best feeling in the world — to be appreciated for your work filled you with happiness and it made your heart swell with pride.

After you graduated, you chose to pursue volunteer work on the streets. Helping others in need felt like your calling, and your parents were very happy about it. Working there for a few months gave you time to meet new people, and one day, a man came to you. He explained to you that he was working for a non profit organisation, and if you were interested, he could help you find a job. He would just need to know what your conditions were, and he would try to find a place that would be in dire need of a nurse.

You had been very grateful since you were in need of a job soon anyway. The volunteer work filled you with contentment, but you had to pay bills and your savings were wearing thin. You contacted him and told him that you would like to work somewhere for a church. You told him that you were not too picky, as long as you got your own room.

A few days later, he called you back telling you he found one place that was in desperate need of a nurse and under good conditions as well. It was an old church in a secluded area. They were offering to cover your living expenses, housing, food was inclusive, and they would pay you well enough. One extra perk they offered was that you could take courses in literature or arts for those who liked it. You were pleased to see that the church was located in the very same town you called your home, and since it was a church, you knew your parents would be supporting you to work there. „The Emeritus Church“ was what the guy on the phone said. You‘d never heard of that church before, but you figured it was a place of retired church officials and since you knew the older generation was not fond of electronic devices, you did not think too much of it when you did not find their website mentioned on the list of official catholic churches in your hometown.

You happily accepted the offer and tomorrow was the big day — the day you would start your first day as a nurse in the church.

You stood in front of the train station now. You could no longer live with your parents since they had moved away to another town 40 minutes away and a Sister, Sister Hannah from the Church with whom you had been writing, told you there would be a car to escort you to your new workplace. You were never that nervous in your life. Sister Hannah told you it would be a black Mercedes. She would be there waiting with the driver, and after a short period of time, you spotted a black S-Class rolling into your view.

The car came to halt in front of you and the door on the passenger side opened. A beautiful woman got out of the car. She was about your age you assumed. She wore a black habit and a big smile. As she approached you, the first thing that caught your attention were her shining grey-coloured eyes.

„Hello there. I am Sister Hannah. You might just call me Hannah if you like. You must be our new nurse — and a pretty one at that.“ She started with a warm smile, already fully aware you were the newest member in the ministry. When she stood before you, she extended a hand for you to shake. You smiled at her and took her hand giving her your name.

„It is nice to meet you, Sister Hannah. Yes it is me, I guess.“ you responded with your own smile.

„Wonderful. I am so glad you are here now. Let us not wait for too long here and get your stuff inside the car then. I want to show you a lot today.“

You nodded and began to lift your heavy bags off the ground when Hannah stopped you. „Oh no love don‘t do that I can let the Ghoul carry your stuff you need not to worry about it.“ She was already back at the car speaking to the driver.

You stared at her a bit lost. Did she just call the driver a ghoul? Poor guy might not have an angels face but surely there as no reason to call the poor thing a ghoul was it? Before you could think about it any longer a man opened up the door and walked in your direction. You stared at him wide eyed, not moving an inch when you saw he was actually wearing a silver mask that covered his whole head. The mask had little horns on top and underneath he seemed to wear a black balaclava that covered up his whole face so you could not even see his eyes. Just the mouth was free and he stopped right in front of you, tilting his head to the side.

Sister Hannah was next to you in a heartbeat. „So, this is our new nurse, Swiss. You better behave around her, yeah? Don‘t want me to complain about it to Papa again, right?“

The masked man in front of you turned his head sharply to Sister Hannah at that and just as sharply he looked back at you giving you a big teethy smile, motioning for your bags. You had not realized, but you were holding your bags in a death-like grip. The whole situation was so bizarre.

You gave the odd guy whose name was Swiss your bags. „Oh no, they are quite heavy, you should not carry them all at once.“ He took the heavy bags like they weighed nothing and carried them to the trunk of the car. That was impressive. He did not look like a specifically muscular guy, but you decided to brush it off when Hannah spoke up next to you.

„Perfect, so then let us get going, yeah?“ You followed her to the car and slid into the black soft leather seat behind the passenger where Sister Hannah sat down. The car was very expensive you could tell. The interior was very clean and stylish and the upholstery was not too hard and not too soft. It was very comfortable. This church was very well off you thought.

„So, tomorrow is your first official day, so today we have enough time to get you settled in. I am going to show you around the ministry and maybe we can even get a glimpse of Papa before you officially meet him tomorrow,” She exclaimed, giving you a wink.

„Ah yes that sounds wonderful. I‘d love to see the place and get used to it a bit before I have to put all my energy in the job. But uh..“ you hesitated a bit not sure how you were going to ask her.

Hannah felt your hesitation „Before I forget. Please feel free to ask me anything ok. Or if something is bothering you I am always there with open ears ok?“

You contemplated her words. „Okay uh.. you know, I was just wondering, you mentioned Papa?“ you asked with confusion in your voice.

„Oh you know Papa Emeritus the Third, sweetheart! This is actually his ministry. Even though the Cardinal runs the place mostly. But surely you heard about it.“ Hannah added.

„Uh, no, I actually don‘t know any of these people you‘ve mentioned.“ you muttered.

At that she turned around in her seat, facing you with a questioning look in her eyes.

„Oh you don‘t? I am sorry but how..?“ She contemplated for a bit. „Wait, are you..?“ She stopped mid sentence. „I need to ask you this now. You are a sister of Sin right?“

You locked eyes with her and furrowed your brows. Did she just say ‚Sister of Sin‘? The following silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity. None of you spoke, yet none of you looked away. That silence was only broken when Hannah started laughing out hysterically. „Oh Satan this is good. I mean oh I don‘t mean to be rude but this is probably the funniest thing to happen all year.“ You could not help yourself but start laughing along. Whenever there was something utterly ridiculous you could not stay serious. Doesn‘t matter how significant and bad a situation might be if it was just all too crazy you couldn‘t help yourself.

„Oh my God are you actually serious?“ you giggled.

„I mean, yeah. Ugh, this is so funny.“ she still could not contain her laughter. After a moment she calmed down and began again. „Okay sis, so here is the thing. I will get straight to the point: we are the ministry of Papa Emeritus the Third. I am a declared Sister of Sin and we are worshiping Satan.“

Her words left you speechless. You visibly gulped when you heard her speak of a satanic church. The church you were going to work in. It all left a bitter taste on your tongue and you were uncertain of your choices now. Was it all a bad idea to come here? Should you just run for your life? You were lost and remained still.

She gazed at you unsure of your reaction. „I hope you are not too shocked to hear that your new workplace is literally a satanic church, but I can assure you we are not what you have heard about us. There is no cruelty or sacrificing animals or whatever horror stories are rumored out on the streets. And I deeply hope that you are not going to quit now that you know about our beliefs.“ She begged and looked at you with puppy dog eyes. „I mean, we really need you sister. And we are actually very nice people, you know. I know our reputation is bad, but we believe in equality and justice. Our beliefs are truly well intended and I hope you can at least try and see for yourself, right?“

You just stared at her bewildered, still processing what you‘d heard. You were shocked to hear that. All your life you had only ever heard about them. They perform dark rituals asking for selfish powers. Committing sins, doing the devils deeds, and harming others while doing so. Corrupting every innocent soul out there with immoral beliefs.

But you swore to help others, no matter what side they stood on. Your calling was to help others, and so far, Sister Hannah was actually very kind and nice to you. She made it easy to speak to her and she was very open with you, and you appreciated that. Plus, the offer was just too good not to at least give Satan a chance you thought.

You blinked once or twice, completely overwhelmed with the new piece of information you just got. Hannah waved her hand in front of your face. „Girl, are you still with us? You better not suffer from a heart attack. I don‘t know how to deal with that, you are the nurse and Papa will be mad if I kill our new nurse before she starts her official first day.“

Her words brought you back to the car and Hannah was still looking at you expectantly.

„Ah, well, that really is something new to me, but if you promise me that everyone is nice there and there won‘t be any sacrifices, then I will take a look at your ministry and make my own opinion about it, I guess.“ You decided not to tell her that you were raised strictly catholic. It would only make things more awkward if you did, and since you no longer lived with your parents, you had not practiced your religion as your parents thought you did. In fact, most of the teachings that the nuns and your parents repeated endlessly you did not agree on. They sounded wrong to you and you never understood how in this time so many believed in them. When the nuns told you to always listen to your husband no matter how nonsensical it would be because he was in charge of the woman. When they spoke of God's grace, and yet, he is the one who murdered thousands of innocents just to prove a point or punish one man who did something to anger him. It all made very little sense to you. They were preaching how to be, how to act at all times, that you should always go to church and carry Jesus in your heart. If you did not go to the masses, you‘d face punishment. They forced you and the other girls into a way of living you had not asked for. Of course you could never let anyone know you had doubts. That would only harm yourself more than it could help.

„Oh yes. Thank you. I knew right away you were a good one.“ Hannah cheered. „So now that I know where we stand I should warn you. The ministry probably looks a little intimidating to you. I don‘t know how open you are towards the dark and macabre. We are headed to the woods right now. I know what you are thinking, but really I swear on the Dark One that you have nothing to worry about.“

The road was heading to the outside of town, nearing the woods as Hannah explained to you. After a few minutes more you arrived at a huge rusty and weathered gate.

The heavy wrought iron gate was opened by another man wearing similar clothing and mask as your driver when you came closer. Behind the bars, you caught a glimpse of a huge dark coloured mansion-like building. Nearing the front gate of the main building, you watched in awe as you took in the massive, dark and brooding facade. The heavy stone bricks and intricate decorations established a gothic look of an aged, magnificent architectural house. Thick spines of ivy crawled up the sides of the stone indicating the old age of the whole construction.

The limousine stopped in front of the door and you finally got out of the car. Sister Hannah and the driver got out, and while Hannah led you to the entrance, the driver went to the trunk, pulling out your bags.

„Welcome to the ministry of Papa Emeritus the Third.“ Hannah announced cheerfully, „Swiss love, could you bring the bags inside? I will be showing our new friend here the grounds so she won‘t get lost tomorrow.“ she beamed at you and grabbed your arm linking hers with yours in the process.

As you walked to the entrance, she started explaining to you about the „chain of command“ in the ministry. „I mean, there is not really a true hierarchy. You are still very free to do whatever you want, and if you don‘t want something, you don‘t have to. But Papa is our highest ranking official, and usually we do what he asks of us. I can promise you that he would never ask you to do something you are not willing to do. He can be considered to be our ‘Pope,’ if you will…just better. Oh, and don’t fret when you see Papa for the first time. He has a uh... how should I say... ‘special’ look.“ she smirked, opening the door.

„So, this is the atrium. From here, you can get basically anywhere in the main building.“ She continued leading you around, starting from the cellar, showing you where the kitchen is located, should you ever feel the need for a late night snack, to the main floor where all the official rooms were placed. All the time she informed you about the happenings and everyday life in the ministry. Everyone was tasked with different assignments. The rotation was usually planned by the Cardinal. As the nurse you would not have to do the housework like the Brothers and Sisters of Sin since your job was far more complicated and important than theirs.

She even showed you around outside. The grounds were huge and beautiful. There was a greenhouse located at the far end of the property. Right next to that a big garden bloomed in the sunlight with pretty flowers. Most of them were dark red and black roses.

„They are Primos favourites,“ Hannah informed you when you stopped to take a closer look. “He is very fond and proud of them. So, you better not pick any, or if you do, you better not get caught.” She winked. “The lovebirds here sneak out at night and do all the nasty, sinful things in the garden, and they like to pick a rose after that as a reminder you see. Primo gets mad every time.” Hannah giggled.

The sun had begun to set and the last warm rays of sunshine warmed your skin. It was a truly magical place. You admired every old stone of the walls, every green leaf and every particle of light that cascaded down to the old walls. But like everything in this world, the day was coming to an end, and Hannah suggested you retire for the day.

“We better get you back inside now. I can show you the rest later if you like, or you could roam around on your own.” With that you both made your way back to the main building.

So far, there was nothing too unsettling about the place. The dark decorations with pentagrams and skulls everywhere would be a bit off putting if deep down you didn‘t appreciate the dark. It was one of your biggest ever secrets, but the dark, mysterious, and morbid interested you. It always had.

You and Hannah stood in front of the staircase now. „So, upstairs are the living quarters of the Brothers and Sisters, and yours would be located at the very end of the hall. I will escort you. You must be tired now, and I don‘t want to overwhelm you more than you already are.“

When you reached the top of the stairs, you saw two figures conversing with each other. One of them wore a white dress shirt under a black coat with a crucifix sewed onto the fabric on the left side of his robe. He was wearing dark dress pants accompanied by black and white shoes. The most significant visual effect he had on you was his face. He wore black and white face paint that made him appear to have a skull like head. His pitch black hair was combed back and his piercing eyes made you breathe in sharply. His left eye was white, in stark contrast to the one on the right, which appeared to be greenish. You stared at him, but he was not as unsettling as you would have imagined him to be.

Your gaze met his mesmerizing eyes as you came closer to him, and he kept his eyes on you this whole time. When both you and Hannah stopped in front of the man, she was the first to speak.

“Good evening Papa,” She bowed her head. “Cardinal?” She turned her head to the second man standing there in greeting.

“This is our new nurse. Picked her up by myself from the train station this morning. I was showing her around our ministry.” Then she turned around to you. “This is Papa Emeritus the Third.” She gestured to the man with the skull make-up and you extended your hand to him.

The hypnotizing man turned his whole body to you now, looking down at your hand and then back up into your eyes, catching your hand in his and bowing down to kiss it, all the while holding eye contact.

“La mia bella signorina. Piacere di conoscerti. You must have been sent by Lucifer himself to grace our insignificant church by your beauty.” He almost purred. “You can call me Terzo, bella.” His deep voice sent pleasant shivers down your spine. He was smooth and elegant in a way you were not prepared for. Especially considering his appearance, you were surprised to be treated so gently.

“Thank you. Papa Terzo,” You responded by giving him your name as well. That earned you a smile from him. You had no idea what the first words he spoke to you meant, but they didn’t sound harsh or distasteful. He gazed at you and kept your hand in his for a moment longer than necessary. This action had you blushing slightly. You were lost in his eyes.

Your moment was interrupted when Sister Hannah spoke up again. “And this is Cardinal Copia.”

The movement on the side broke you out of your daze and you looked to the other man. When your eyes found his, you noted they looked similar to Papa Emeritus the Third’s eyes. The left eye was alabaster, while the right eye was a soft emerald. He also wore black makeup around his eyes. He appeared to be a middle-aged man with sideburns and a pencil mustache above his lips. Scanning his face, you noted that his upper lip was also painted black. He wore a black tight cassock and an accompanying black biretta.

He fidgeted around when your eyes skimmed over his appearance for a moment and you gave him a smile. When you held out your hand to him to shake it, he hesitantly grabbed it and gave it a small shake.

“I am also very pleased to make your acquaintance,” The Cardinal muttered in a low voice, bowing down slightly. He could not hold eye contact while speaking to you, and his movement was a bit awkward. He looked down to his feet and when he came back up, his eyes were back on Terzo.

“Now, if you’d excuse us, our new nurse is very exhausted from the day and would like to retreat to her chambers to get some sleep before she officially starts tomorrow.” Hannah said in a sing-song voice and you two walked to the end of the corridor, vanishing behind the door of your new chambers.

“What a pretty flower. Satan must be very pleased with us, don't you think Cardinal?” Terzo rejoiced. “I just fear that our dear brothers and sisters will fake injuries now or intentionally hurt themselves to have her take care of them, sí?” He laughed.

Copia just nodded his head in response, stunned by the beauty of you. His head was going to be occupied by your gorgeous smile for a while. He could not help himself. Something about you seemed so familiar, but he could not pin it down and decided to brush it off for now since Terzo was still waiting for his answer on whether he was getting his mini fridge or not.

You and Sister Hannah entered your new quarters. The room was not outstanding in size or decoration but occupied everything you needed. In fact, you had some extras granted to you that the regular brothers and sisters did not have. First, you got your own rooms that you did not have to share with anyone. Your bed was significantly bigger than usual and you had your own bathroom.

“Oh my lord, you are such a lucky girl.” Hannah squealed right after she closed the door behind you. “You just met Papa, and oh Satan, isn’t he just wonderful?” She swooned. “You made me a little jealous there, not gonna lie to you. But let me warn you. Papa is very flirtatious. You shouldn’t let him get to you too much. Unless you are down for it, of course. Then ignore what I said.” She smiled. “He is very horny too, so I am just trying to inform you before you find out the hard way.” After a moment she realized how that sounded. “Oh, not that he would force himself on you, or whatever, no but his innuendos are very straightforward sometimes. I reckon that can be quite shocking.”

You sighed, plopping down on the bed. “Oh my God, this is all so much to process I feel like my brain is going to explode.” You were still very much in a state of shock and wonder. The whole thing was just so ridiculous. At some point, you thought it was all a dream, and when you woke up none of this would be real. But you knew better and this place just felt far too real. Not even your messed up mind could conjure such an odd scenario.

“Oh sis, I understand. I will leave you to yourself then. Have a good night's rest. I will pick you up tomorrow at 7. Your clothing should be in the wardrobe over there. And I think you’ll get by here in your chambers just fine, yeah?” She was already out the door when she stuck her head back inside. “By the way, sis, I am very glad you are here.” She gave you a soft, sincere smile and closed the door.

You decided to relax for the rest of the evening. After spending about ten more minutes on your bed contemplating everything that happened in the past few hours, you got up and started unpacking the necessary items from your bags. After all, you were not sure if this place was for you. Your friends would give you questioning looks if you told them where you worked, your parents would be mortified. You let out a laugh imagining them coming to the ministry with crucifixes and bottles of holy water to cleanse this place and rescue their sweet little child. No, you could never tell them.

You prepared everything for tomorrow and went to bed with a book to ease your mind. Tomorrow was going to be an eventful day.

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