#SHE DOESNT LIKE THE TEMPTATIONS!!!!!!!

[anotherpapercut]

I've been listening to oldies all day and i knew my coworker liked Patsy Cline so I was telling her about some that I've been listening to that are adjacent to her and she made a face and told me she actually hates oldies and only likes new country music. this like 55+ year old woman, looked at me, a 23 year old, and called me weird because I said Johnny Cash was one of my all time favorites. hello????

[vasito-de-leche]

Arcana is so trans to me but not the mtf trans but like eldritch horror being realized that she likes to be perceived as a mortal woman

nonnie we are holding hands, we share the same vision, the same dream, the same eldritch transgenderism <3

there was a tweet recently (I think it was a tweet?) about a very specific type of character design--non sexualized, nude humanoids presented as otherwordly and entirely alien, off kilter, merging monstruous characteristics and that's exactly what I love and think about when it comes to the thing Arcana summons, the Guiding One's Creation

Arcana is so transgender to me in a very specific way of using the feminine figure as a way of both luring and keeping everyone at bay <33333

[cannibalismyuri]

something about the fact that el has been bought up with such exclusive ideas about good / bad people irks me because she's literally using entirely objective terminology (re: monster / superhero) for the two ends of her morality spectrum, and that fails to take into account the extreme grey area between the implications of those two terms. and humans as a whole cannot be monsters or superheroes and if she views herself as either one or another and cant accept herself as both or neither, that means she's been bought up with a distinct lack of association of sense of self with humanity. do you guys ever think about that?

[mac-n-cheese-flavored-arson]

worst part of living with other addicts is that I can't have any substances in the house without them disappearing, including kosher wine just for shabbat and religious reasons or my prescription pain medication for managing my disabilities

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not wanting to play DnD with a teenager?

So I (22F) am in college and after classes I like to play DnD with four of my friends, Ricky (21M), Tara (21F) Lola (22F) and Julie (20F)

Well recently Tara's little sister Ashley (15F) has been hanging out at Tara's apartment, where we usually have our game sessions, after school. Like for about two weeks now. Tara says its because her mother got a new job and doesnt get off work until 7pm so Ashley stays at the apartment from 4pm till about 7:30pm when her mother comes to pick her up.

4 pm is when our game sessions start most of the time (depending on if any of us have night classes that day or not) which means we now have a literal child watching us play. And because of that Tara has asked that we tone down the game sessions to be more "appropriate" and we also cant get drunk until Ashley leaves (which is stupid because Julie is under 21 and we can drink around her just fine but whatever) frankly I didnt mind the constant audience since Ashley was far more interested in watching us play than watching TV or playing on Tara's switch.

Well apparently just watching wasnt good enough for the brat because when i got to Tara's apartment for a game, Ashley was sitting at our table, excitedly filling out a character sheet while chattering nonstop with Ricky and Lola (Julie wasn't coming this time she had the stomach flu)

I naturally asked what she was doing because she normally just watched. Ashley gave me a confused look and said that she was joining our game like we had apparently talked about in our groupchat the night prior. Ricky and Lola both backed her up and showed the groupchat.

I had seen the messages but I thought Tara was joking about adding a literal child that doesnt even have a learners permit to our game that we had been continuing for three months now. I naturally went to go confront Tara.

She said that I agreed to let Ashley join in and if I didn't want to play with her I could've just not come.

Is she fucking serious?

What kind of sane person would want to play with a literal child and its edgy as fuck character (like the character was a wolf necromancer dressed in all black with two random scars across its chest. You could smell the hot topic radiating from this cringefest)

Tara refused to listen to reason and instead insisted that Ashley can play just for tonight and if i didnt like it I could leave.

I had no choice to stay and play

It was so fucking miserable.

The brat was constantly making stupid mistakes and dragging the whole party down with her. We constantly had to stop so Ricky (our DM) could explain things that should've been obvious because Ashley was too stupid to actually figure it out. My character was having to bail her's out near constantly. It was getting to the point where I just wanted to legitimately slap Ashley. I didnt because Tara would absolutely murder me but oh the temptation was strong.

And the worst part? I was the only one who seemed to be upset that our game was being completely thrown off course. Ricky, Lola and Tara took all of Ashley's many many fuck ups in stride and actually seemed to be enjoying it.

I have no idea why, that game was a train wreck

After an hour of hell Ricky called it quits for the day.

Which was weird because we usually go well into the night most of the time. Once the game was over Tara grabbed me by the arm and led me to the kitchen.

She asked me what the hell my problem was because it was apparently MY fault the game went so poorly and not the literal child's.

So I let her have it.

I told her it was a stupid idea to let her dumbass sister play with us, that Ashley shouldnt be playing with adults and its stupid to expect us to bow to the whims of a fifteen year old. I told her I never wanted to play with stupid bitch ass of a sister ever again.

I left the apartment after that.

This morning I was removed from the groupchat and all my friends have blocked me

Except for Lola, who has been going off on me in dms all day, calling me a horrible person, transphobic, a bully and a bitch. Every name in the book. None of them are talking to me and Julie, who wasn't even there keeps calling me an asshole and says i should apologize

AITA? I dont think i did anything wrong but everyone else thinks I did

What are these acronyms?

[l0ves1ckf0ol]

hiii! could u write a fic where reader and xavier are best friends and one day she notices those scratches on his neck so decides to ask him about it, but he snaps at her and they start fighting, and he says stuff he doesnt mean like he tells her that she's annoying cus she never leaves him alone blahlbah she feels bad then she leaves and after a few days they finally talk again and he apologizes and they kiss 😝

TALK | xavier thorpe x gn!reader

"y/n, please let's talk."

note: ill do you one better anon, theyre in a relationship now.

ever since wednesday addams made an appearance to the school, xavier acted strange. you for sure noticed that he has been hanging out more at the shed rather than with you, was it because of her? you were never the type to be jealous but ever since that girl enrolled this semester you couldn't shake off the feeling of how she unconsciously has a choke hold on your boyfriend.

it's been a couple days since you've visited the shed, there he was working away on a piece of art, hair tied up in a bun, eyebrows knitted together in a frown. he usually enjoys art, this was the first time you've seen him troubled. there was a unique pattern in the shed, supposedly. it appears that he has painted, sketched and created the same creature in different angles. you were beginning to think there's more to the story than wednesday herself. xavier wasn't the type to communicate unless asked to, so you did.

"what are you doing here?" his frown deepened, you hum, folding your arms. "you tell me, mr. thorpe. you haven't answered my calls, texted or even waited for me at the quad so i can walk you here." you told him, the tension rising as he puts his brush down. once he fully turns toward you, the cheep light bulb of the shed illuminates 3 small scars on his neck. you frowned, taking a step forward as you grab his chin to face another way to make the scar more exposed and visible to you. your hand falls to the side, "care to explain?" you ask him, raising an eyebrow. "look y/n, it's no big deal-"

you didn't listen to him at this point, no big deal? he wasn't even spending so much time with you, he was always chasing that interesting new student and now when you try and make things a little more clearer you find scratches on his neck. what part of a no big deal was that.

"xavier. you have been following that pigtailed magnet for trouble, i went here to talk to you about it, and see you've painted the same monster in about 13 artworks, and a scar on your fucking neck. please be honest with me and do not say that it's not a big deal. it is when you ignore your partner and run off in your tiny little shed rather than express your feelings towards me lately- hell you didn't even bother to let me walk you here." you ramble, silencing him in a heartbeat. frustration was evident in your face and xavier looks like he won't back down so fast.

"y/n, i already told you it's not serious. i'm fine. really. just-"

you scoff, the shed shivering and the groand grumbling, a sign of your anger. but you decided that there was a better time to destroy his shed, just not now. you took a deep breath and the rumbling stopped, "you wanna play this game xav? i'll beat you fucking to it." you mutter leaving the shed, slamming the wooden gate behind you, the temptation to let the earth swallow him for you was insane.

for the past few days not only you were avoiding him but also ignoring xavier's texts and calls, like what he was doing to you in the past days before. xavier huffs in frustration as he redialed your phone number for about 30 times now, he wanted to make things right, he misses you. he for sure didn't want to break your relationship just because of a stupid monster haunting his dreams. at the 34th time, you answered. he got up from his bed, "y/n? please let's talk." he mutters to the phone, knowing just how to make you surrender.

"where baby?" you answer, xavier would like to thank the heavens for your voice, he was so glad to hear you, with a sigh of relief he told you to meet him at his dorm.

once you arrived at his dorm, you knocked once and he already opens it. "y/n, i'm so so so so sorry about everything. lots of shit has been happening ever since wednesday arrived and i-i dont want that to ruin what we have." he tells you, his tone so desperate you'd think that your relationship was on thin ice and he was coming to rescue it. you wrap your arms around his shoulder and embraced him, inhaling his scent and hearing him breathe. you wouldn't admit it but you missed him too.

you pull away and you both sat down on his bed, he talks about everything. how wednesday shows up everywhere and how she was suspicious that he might be the creature rather, the- hyde. you listened to him, as the way he talks just makes you feel relieved. his eyes were darting every single corner in the room out of anxiety, so you placed a hand on his, rubbing the back of his palm with your thumb. once he finished, you smile at him. "see? it wasn't that hard was it?" you told him, caressing his cheek with your other hand. you lay down on his bed and he falls next to you, head burying into your shoulder and chest, his arms sneaking their way around your waist, "i missed you so much, i love you." xavier mumbled, you sigh in content, placing a peck on his head, "i love you too." you whisper as he cranes his neck backward to take a look at you, then your lips finally meet his, a warmth made its way in your body, feeling the most satisfactory relieg in human history.

[specterings]

thinking about gaz with a trans guy neighbor he just cant get enough of.

gettin home late frm deployment and damn near whimperin to get in his bed and his door is locked. has to make the walk of shame to his neighbor’s door, a kind old lady who watered his plants. he forgets she moved and passed the torch.

(with his consent, he doesnt have much in his apartment besides his plants, and she’d said it was her grandson that took over the apartment from her)

thats until he’s staring at a disheveled man who’s got some scruff and is built like he should be totin a gun n pack beside him on the field. broad and bulky and not defined muscle, but. good layer of fat covering it. faded scars under his hairy pecs, hair that trails down to his waistband.

he doesn’t realize he’s just been standing there, gawking, until the man clears his throat and gaz has to mentally make sure he isnt drooling.

(hes not. but its a near thing.)

bashfully apologizing and throwing out some half baked excuse about being tired and acting like he wasnt imagining that large body holding his own, and the man just laughs like he knows.

hands gaz back his key with a tired, sharp little grin that fits a scruffy face and just tells him one of his plants os being especially stubborn about staying green. gaz just has to nod along and pretend like he isnt still thinking about the chub muffining over the top of loose plaid sweatpants. does the walk of shame (yearning’s version) back to his apartment and has the temptation to scream into his pillow.

(he doesnt, but he does text his sister about it and wonder if the neighbor is more partial to tenor coffee as. thank you.)

[skekilla]

imagine gal pals

anyway womp womp its ENA time with ENA lore because i cant do anything else besides make aus !!! everything in this is based on my own interpretation of ENA and its world so dont yell at me about theories and whatnot, this is just my own read. ENA is an extremely abstract narrative and i dont actually think any interpretation is truly right. this au is just for fun and just an excuse to draw the silly shape people ok

the quick summary of the au premise is that the world of ENA is Limbo (people on the cusp of reaching Peace linger there until they sort out their issues---"pay" their "debts"). at the end of temptation stairway, Moony pays Ena's debts as per the bet and so Ena can move on to Peace. however she doesnt want to go without Moony :( so she actually manages to stay behind and is now trying to help her :)

theres issues with that though; a soul without debt isnt meant to stay in Limbo so,,,, weird things go on with Ena, even though shes all yellow and unified now sooo thats a yikes ! better help Moony fast !!

also fun fact the reason why Moony has her old head again on her new body is because while trying to give her a makeover Ena accidentally cut her head off so she had to go dig through the garbage for the old one . it just be that way sometimes (i just like Moony's old design but also want her to have a humanoid body ok)

ill probably post more ENA stuff now that i have a good reason to dsdfssdsd so expect more about this silly continuation au thing when i get ideas !

[newskin4theoldceremony]

DARKNESS AT THE BREAK OF NOON SHADOWS EVEN THE SILVER SPOON THE HANDMADE BLADE THE CHILDS BALLON ECLIPSE BOTH THE SUN AND MOON TO UNDERSRAND YOU KNOW TOO SOON THERE IS NOW SENSE IN TRYING POINTED THREATS THEY BLUFF WITH SCORN SUICIDE REMARKS ARE TORN FROM THE FOOLS GOLD MOUTHPIECE THE HOLLOW HORN PLAYS WASTED WORDS PROVES TO WARN THAT HE NOT BUSY BEING BORN IS BUSY DYING TEMPTATIONS PAGE FLIES OUT THE DOOR YOU FOLLOW FIND YOURSELF AT WAR WATCH WATERFALLS OF PITY WAR YOU FEEL TO MOAN BUT UNLIKE BEFORE YOU’D DISCOVER THAT YOU’D JUST BE ONE MORE PERSON CRYING SO DON’T FEAR IF YOU HEAR A FORIEGN SOUND TO YOUR EAR ITS ALRIGHT MA I’M ONLY SIGHING AS SOME WARN VICTORY SOME DOWNFALL PRIVATE REASONS GREAT OR SMALL CAN BE SEEN IN THE EYES OF THOSE WHO CALL THAT MAKE ALL THAT SHOULD BE KILLED TO CRAWL WHILE OTHERS SAY DON’T HATE NOTHING AT ALL EXCEPT HATRED DISILLUSIONED WORDS LIKE BULLETS BARK AS HUMAN GODS AIM FOR THEIR MARK MAKE EVERYTHING FROM TOY GUNS THAT SPARK TO FLESH COLORED CHRISTS THAT GLOW IN THE DARK IT’S EASY TO SEE WITHOUT LOOKING TO FAR THAT NOT MUCH IS REALLY SACRED WHILE PREACHERS PREACH OF EVEIL FATES TEACHERS TEACH THAT KNOWLEDGE WAITS CAN LEAD TO HUNDRED DOLLAR PLATES GOODNESS HIDES BEHIND ITS GATES BUT EVEN THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES SOMETIMES MUST HAVE TO STAND NAKED AND ALTHOUGH THE RULES OF THE ROAD HAVE BEEN LODGED ITS ONLY PEOPLES GAMES YOU GOT TO DODGE AND ITS ALRIGHT MA I CAN MAKE IT ADVERTISING SIGNS THAT CON YOU INTO THINKING YOURE THE ONE THAT CAN DO WHATS NEVER BEEN DONE THAT CAN WIN WHATS NEVER BEEN WON MEANWHILE LIFE OUTSIDE GOES ON ALL AROUND YOU YOU LOSE YOURSELF YOU REAPPEAR YOU SUDDENLY FIND YOUVE GOT NOTHING TO FEAR ALONE YOU STAND WITH NOBODY NEAR WHEN A TREMBLING DISTANT VOICE UNCLEAR STARTLES YOUR SLEEPING EARS TO HEAR THAT SOMEBODY THINKS THEY REALLY FOUND YOU A QUESTION IN YOUR NERVES IS LIT YET YOU KNOW THERE IS NO ANSWER FIT TO SATISFY ENSURE YOU NOT TO QUIT TO KEEP IT IN YOUR MIND AND NOT FORGET THAT IT IS NOT HE OR SHE OR THEM OR IT THAT YOU BELING TO BUT THOUGH THE MASTERS MAKE THE RULES FOR THE WISE MEN AND THE FOOLS I GOT NOTHING MA TO LIVE UP TO FOR THEM THEY MUST OBEY AUTHORITY THAT THEY DO NOT RESPECT IN ANY DEGREE WHO DESPISE THEIR JOBS THEIR DESTINY SPEAK JEALOUSY OF THEM THAT ARE FREE DO WHAT THEY DO JUST TO BE NOTHING MORE THAN SOMETHING THEY INVEST IN WHILE SOME ON PRINCIPLES BAPTIZED TO STRICT PARTY PLATFORM TIES SOCAIL CLUBS IN DRAG DISGUISE OUTSIDERS THEY CAN FREELY CRITICIZE TELL NOTHING BUT WHK TO IDOLIZE AND SAY GOD BLESS HIM WHILE ONE WHO SINGS WITH HIS TONGUE ON FIRE GARGLES IN THE RAT RACE CHOIR BENT OUT OF SHAPE FROM SOCIETYS PLIERS CARES NOT TO COME UP ANY HIGHER BUT RATHER GET YOU DOWN IN THE HOLE THAT HES IN BUT I MEAN NO HARM NOR PUT FAULT ON ANYONE THAT LIVES IN A VAULT BUT ITS ALRIGHT MA IF I CAN PLEASE HIM OLD LADY JUDGES WATCH PEOPLE IN PAIRS LIMITED IN SEX THEY DARE TO PUSH FAKE MORAL INSULT AND STARE WHILE MONEY DOESNT TALK IT SWEARS OBSCENITY WHO REALLY CARES PROPAGANDA ALL IS PHONY WHILE THEM THAT DEFEND WHAT THEY CANNOT SEE WITH KILLERS PRIDE SECURITY IT BLOWS THE MIND MOST BITTERLY FOR THEM THAT THINK DEATH’S HONESTY WON’T FALL UPON ‘EM NATURALLY LIFE SOMETIMES MUST GET LONELY MY EYES COLLIDE HEAD ON WITH STUFFED GRAVEYARDS FALSE GOALS I SCUFF AT PETTINESS WHICH PLAYS SO ROUGH WALKED UPSIDE DOWN INSIDE HANDCUFFS KICK MY LEGS TO CRASH IT OFF SAY OKAY I’VE HADE ENOUGH WHAT ELSE CAN YOU SHOW ME AND IF MY THOUGHT DREAMS CAN BE SEEN THEYD PROBABLY PUT MY HEAD IN A GUILLOTINE

BUT ITS ALRIGHT MA IT’S LIFE AND LIFE ONLY

[heazueken]

Partake

*ೃ༄ summary: Hibiki, wounded and exhausted from the fight previous confides in Vampire!Suguru for some comfort in front of the fire. Oh and Satoru just so happens to be sleeping not too far away from them...

warning(s): MDNI, explicit sexual content, blood drinking, biting, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering and some slight voyeurism?

pairing(s): Kubo Hibiki(oc)/Geto Suguru

w/c; 8.6k

a/n: Thank you so much @stsgooo for letting me adopt your JJK oc Hibiki for this! We've been conversing about a vampire au for a bit now and i could not get rid of the brain worms. This is self indulgent but does play into the plot we created and just a little backstory - Satoru and Suguru work for Hibiki to eradicate pure blood vampires in exchange for Hibiki's life (she she doesnt know that..) this is just a small scene that takes place after a rather nasty fight :) hope you enjoy!

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    Satoru had fallen asleep on the chaise lounge tucked in the corner of the room by the time Suguru had finished wiping Hibiki’s wounds clean. He laid her on the carpet in front of the fire place that was lit ablaze, illuminating only a portion of the large living area. The light flickered over her face, her eyes barely opening as she watched Suguru dress her cuts and bruises.

    “You really don’t need to be doing this.” Her voice is quiet so as to not wake Satoru up. The fire licks over Suguru’s eyes when his eyes flutter up to look into hers, his eyes a hint of red in the warm flame. There’s a determination in the way he looks at her and his hand tightens its grip around her wrist, pushing more blood out in an attempt to stop the bleeding. 

    He knows why she’s saying this. He can feel it, the ball forming in his throat. The gurgling in his stomach, his fangs growing prominent inside his mouth. He was an animal, he knew this, it was natural for his body to react this way. Drool had dripped from out of his mouth when he had to carry her back to the estate, a bloody mess (himself too.) The wafting of iron and this sweetness of her blood had overcome his senses, he had to fight back the urge to pounce and drink her up then and there. Thank god Satoru had been there to help him keep a level head. 

    Not yet. We gain her trust, then we feast and get the fuck out of here. He had said with his stare when they supported her by the waist to make quick work back to the house.

    Suguru felt something strange though when he held the cloth to Hibiki’s wrist and pressed hard, watching the blood soak into the material. Sure, his body was kicking into its natural instinct, but as far as what he felt in his heart and mind; He didn’t want to feast on Hibiki, no matter how hungry he was. 

    He had used up a lot of energy, his own wounds finally healed over and they had cut deep. It takes a good while for a slash like the one he got to fade away and he had used up the rest of his energy to heal it in under ten minutes so he could prioritize Hibiki’s safety. He had to be strong for her. But why? When had he begun to feel for her this way? Was it when she had let them free and made a deal with them? Or maybe it was the fact that she gave them new clothes and fresh food that would at least suppress their temptation (she took to giving them a dose of pig's blood to help satisfy them. It would never compare to the taste of human blood but it was close enough for their desperation at the time). Or maybe it was her kindness. Despite this human being a hunter for his people, she had confessed to him that she wanted to help the ones who were turned by pure blood vampires - like Suguru and Satoru. She had shown him her lab, shown the collection of blood, teeth, and her books with her own research. Hibiki never looked at him like he was a monster, it was more like she looked at him like he was still an ordinary human. Suguru hadn’t been looked at like that in a long time, and that’s what made his heart crack and open to let a piece of her crawl in and find its home within him.

    He couldn’t tell Satoru. Never. He had to keep this a secret.

    “You’re bleeding a lot and you don’t have the strength right now to be doing this for yourself.” He says it like it doesn’t bother him, like his teeth aren’t poking out of his mouth and he keeps swallowing because his mouth is watering.

    “I know this is torture for you, Suguru. You’re exhausted.” She reaches her free hand over to place her hand over the large one holding the fabric to her open wound. Her fingers are cold and when Suguru looks at her, she’s pale. Dried blood begins to crack on her forehead and she gives him a weak smile. The flames behind her illuminate her hair when she groans and finds the strength to sit up. Suguru regards her for a bit before his attention is turned to where her hand is still over his. 

    “You need to feast before I can let you help me anymore. Please.” She tries to pry his hand off, his fingers loosen and the rag is raised with his hand.

    The smell overtakes him, blood already beading past the broken skin and just the sight of it has him turning his head away and covering his mouth in an attempt to repress the instinct to lick and lap and suck. Hibiki watches this, her hair falling over her face and gauging her own safety through strands of hair. She had been afraid at first, of course. They could have very well been planning to feast on her from the start, she had been prepared for that moment and it didn’t go unnoticed - the way Satoru had looked at her at times had her thinking that maybe, just maybe, they whispered to each other about their schemes to bring a downfall upon her and leave her for dead and a husk of skin.

    But the way Suguru turned away, the way he almost seemed disgusted with himself when she had shown him her blood had her thinking that maybe something had changed between them. She could admit to her own feelings about Suguru, she was fond of him. Incredibly fond of him, he was tall, dark, handsome, he was kind and soft, gentle with her and regarded her with respect she had never seen from a vampire. She didn’t need to be reminded that before those marks on his neck, before his suffering at the fangs of some pure blood, he was just a boy. A human who didn’t have to live in fear, who didn’t have to kill to survive. She was very fond of Suguru, she was sure of that.

    Hibiki raises her arm towards him, her fist tapping his shoulder for his attention. He looks over to her, his eyes meeting hers first and she can see them bloodshot, slowly turning red even in the dim flame light. Then his eyes trail to her cut, already trickling down and a droplet falls onto the carpet beneath them. They widen, and he firmly holds his hand to his mouth. He looks at her again and Hibiki is telling him, showing him what he has to do.

    It’s unspoken, what she wants him to do, and he doesn’t need the words to know. He shakes his head, his voice muffled. 

    “I can’t, Hibiki…What if I lose control and then I-“

    “You won’t. I trust you.” There are no tricks, she has no weapons and he knows that because he helped her undress into just her undergarments, releasing the hidden away silver and knives stashed against her thighs, waist, and inside her boots. She sits before him with such trust, she might as well be a full course meal on a platter for him. That metallic smell found its way through his fingers and into his nose, the smell making his drool produce tenfold.

    “Suguru, please. Do this for me.” For her? For her? How could any of this be for her? Here Hibiki is, risking her life inside her own home by offering her wound to a man-eater, a monster of the night, a vampire. His mind began to feel fuzzy when he parts his lips and tastes the smell on the roof of his mouth, a shudder overcoming him. He finally turns to her, slowly lowering his hand with a struggle. His chin is wet, and he feels droplets of saliva drip onto his clothes when he leans closer. 

    He reaches over to where he had dropped her dagger in a haste to get it off of her and let it topple over to the floor. He forces the dagger into her hand, curling her fingers over the hilt of it.

    “You use that in case I go too far. Got it?”

    She nods and he senses no fear from her. Suguru’s eyes flicker back to her arm, he grabs the rag he had used and wraps it on her under arm, catching some of the dripping blood. The room feels like it’s closing in when he lifts her arm closer to his face, his mouth on its descent to bridge the gap between his fangs and her delicate skin. Hibiki watches with a curious look, like how you would watch an animal in the wild when it hunts for its prey, catches it and eats it. Her eyes widen with wonder and he looks beautiful like this. The way the flames lick across his skin, making his skin look warmer than it is, the way his eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheeks, his mouth opening and his tongue creeping its way out until it reaches her cut.

    The taste…the taste is better than he expected. Nothing could compare to the way Hibiki tasted, no finest red wine, no fancy meal, no delectable dessert could compare to the sweetness of her blood. It overwhelmed his taste buds with a sweet, warm, metallic taste. Maybe it was his feelings for her that elevated the taste and sent a shiver down his spine, or maybe it was just her and the fact that she was blessed with liquid gold for vampires. His lips took over and wrapped around the skin and his fangs pressed fully against the skin making it pliable and his saliva worked as a numbing agent to dull the pain when he had to use the sharp ends of his teeth to reach further in and gather more blood.

    Hibiki gasps, not because of the pain but because of the pleasure that washes over her. It had taken her aback, adrenaline suddenly coursing through her veins and a second wave of strength sprang forth and her limbs felt almost numb. Or perhaps it was Suguru’s saliva. She learned very quickly of vampires and the properties of their spit, using it to numb their victims, or - if skilled enough - it could work as a healing serum and completely close any wound. Although, the larger or deeper the wound, the more saliva it would take. 

    Suguru’s saliva worked to numb her body, feeling loose and good, working almost like a drug. Her eyelids feel heavy and she watches through a blurry gaze him suck more blood from her, his fingers grasping tightly and nails digging into her skin. He’s so beautiful like this.

    “Good…you taste so good, Hibiki,” he gasps when he breaks from her skin for a moment. Her eyes are able to widen when the cold air hits her cut and she can see the blood has almost completely stopped flowing. She gasps too when Suguru is lifting the rag off her arm and his tongue is making long stripes to clean where it has trickled around and down her arm. Warmth spreads across her body and Suguru’s eyes crack open to look at her. His stare is…dark but not in a vampiric way where there’s a murderous intent behind those eyes but more like…one that holds a hunger to be closer to her. To touch her. She watches the way his tongue laps at the dried blood, the way it trails back up to the source and gives her wound a long, firm lick. The wound closes behind the path of his tongue, leaving just a divot of skin that trails up to her wrist. 

    Color is restored back to Suguru’s face when he pulls away slowly, a bridge of spit breaking between them. He inspects the scar for a second, his other fingers trailing over it and swiping the healing property around it in hopes to make it go away further.

    “I think that’s all I can do with what you’ve given me,” he says quietly, there’s a bit of regret in his voice and Hibiki wonders if it’s because he had to feast on her or the fact that he had to stop. Whatever it was she knew she didn’t want him to stop there, she wanted to feel that shudder, that drive, that high again. She doesn’t say a thing when she’s raising to her knees, her hand finding purchase on his shoulder and she looks down on him. His eyes grow in size when he lifts his head, if his blood could circulate more properly he’d have flushed cheeks.

    Hibiki sets herself into Suguru’s lap, her thighs on either side of his waist, the position has him bracing his hand behind himself to hold himself up and Hibiki’s neck is right in front of his line of sight. There’s a large bandage that he applied to her right shoulder, where beneath it laid a large scratch and had been the one to bleed the most. 

    Suguru’s eyes flicker to it then to her face where she was looking at him, her pupils blown out, cheeks blushing red - the color traveling down her sternum and where her breasts began. He looks away quickly and is stuttering, shifting underneath her and feeling her groin meet his perfectly. He gasps, turning away again.

    “Wh-what are you-“ Habiki lowers her bra strap that rests just before where the bandage starts. Then she’s pulling away the tape Suguru had placed to keep it there, he glances to watch the bandage reveal the brown shade of older blood, the cut crusty and scabbing over and his breaths become shallow when she leans in close to him.

    “More. You need to have more.” She sounded seductive, her voice low and with a drunken drawl that almost had him giving in already. Lord, she made him so weak! How?! How could she have found her way into his life like this and improve it in such a way? He breaks out of his trance when her breasts press into his chest and she’s encouraging him to turn his attention to her shoulder. He looks up at her again before asking,

    “This isn’t a good thing to be doing, you know that right? It’s not smart.”

    Hibiki looks down at him, then her eyes glance back to where Satoru lay in the corner, his back turned to them. Then she looks back down at Suguru and gives an uneasy look.

    “It isn’t. But I trust you. I want to help you,” her hand cups over his cheek and they stare at each other for a moment. The sound of the fire crackling, the soft sound of their breaths mixing together, the smell of her enveloping him like a warm blanket. His eyes shut and he leans into her touch and he cups his hand over hers, cocking his head to plant a kiss inside her palm.

    “You tell me when to stop…and you keep that dagger on you.”

    “You’re repeating yourself, Suguru. I know that alrea- Ah-!” He bites into her wound to silence her, separating the skin and letting more blood flood into his mouth. Hibiki’s hand swoops to the back of his head to grip a fistful of his hair and her face ducks into the crown of his head, biting her bottom lip to fight back anymore moans. Suguru breaks from her, mouth bloody and fangs coated in red, gasps of breath releasing from him.

    “You need to be quiet. Satoru could wake up at any moment.” 

    She responds with a tug on his hair and a pout, “You didn’t warn me, asshole,” she whispers aggressively. He smirks against her skin and she lets herself smile a little bit, the excitement of their transgressions igniting an arousal between them. Suguru’s hands find comfort on her naked waist, cold hands against warm and malleable skin. His hands grip Hibiki with a strength that sets her skin ablaze and her hands gather more of his hair to ground herself and hold onto her sanity. She feels it slipping, the fuzziness returning when he suckles on her shoulder and lets his spit coat her skin - helping the wound close.

    Suguru could feel his own sanity slipping when she grabbed him, pulled at his hair, had her lips pressed into his temple and was whimpering as his tongue made long licks across her skin. The whole thing had been erotic from the beginning, it usually was meant to be. He had never had a victim that didn’t let him bite willingly, he was a natural seducer and would take anyone to bed and be able to make them turn into a moaning mess like this before sinking his teeth into their neck and draining them of their blood. The taste of Hibiki’s blood was now the only thing he would crave for the rest of his time on earth, and he didn’t plan on letting her go that easily. His arms wrapped around her as he finished lapping her up and healing her in the process. 

    He’s aroused. He can feel it when Hibiki scoots her hips in a certain way and he can feel her core graze over where he’s hard. He reaches to her shoulder to swipe her hair to the side, the skin practically glowing in the light, inviting him for another taste, another bite. He shouldn’t, he knows not to…but…she’s in his lap, letting him do this. She wanted this for him, surely she would know the consequences with trusting a blood-sucker! He reasons with himself in a drunken stupor of her smell and taste and finds himself opening his mouth and grazing his teeth over her soft skin. Hibiki lets out a sigh, her whole body shuddering under him and she presses her hips back down to grind herself over his hardened cock. There’s a choked sound that leaves his mouth and his eyes shoot open to stare at the opposite wall of him, staring into one of the many paintings Hibiki had hanging inside her estate. The depiction of a woman with a dagger, holding a man down and slicing his neck open, the man clearly in anguish during his last moments stares back at Suguru. Something clicks inside him and he’s quickly shutting his jaw tight and pulling away, resisting any urges to feast on her.

    I’m sorry, Satoru. I need to keep her. His brows furrow together at the thought of having to explain this to his white haired friend. He simply can’t, Satoru wouldn’t understand. He was stubborn and brash and self centered and held too tightly to his word. He could never see how precious and beautiful the woman who sat in his lap was, he could never understand Suguru’s feelings for her. Whatever relationship Hibiki and Satoru had before he had been turned into a monster crumbled to pieces and there was no way of fixing it, not after what they went through at the hands of Toji.

    Suguru wraps his arms fully around Hibiki and holds her close, that arousal grows inside him and he’s hiding his face into the crook of her neck to muffle a groan that leaves his mouth. 

    “Suguru,” Hibiki whispers, her fingers now sifting through his long hair. He hums an acknowledgment, What?

    “Will you…can we…” She pulls away slightly, enough to meet his eyes, his are back to normal now. He’s done drinking her up, but the gaze he held is still one of hunger. So is hers.

    Her hand swipes over his neck, then to his jaw where she let her fingertips draw a path to his parted lips. She places her index finger over his bottom lip and pulls it down slightly, her eyes half lidded.

    “Can you kiss me?” 

    Can he kiss her? Of course he can, why would she ask such a ridiculous thing? Suguru doesn’t say anything but supports the back of her head with his hand and strains his neck up to meet her lips in a firm kiss. Her lips part and his join as well when they swiftly take a breath and weave their lips together again. He’s cold and it sends a wave of goosebumps to travel down her arms, but she doesn’t stop, she can’t stop. He tastes metallic, that iron still faintly on his tongue when he swipes it against her mouth - asking for an invitation to connect his tongue with hers. Hibiki opens her mouth, letting him in with eagerness that has her back arching and feeling his hard-on poking her inner thigh, eliciting a moan into his needy mouth. He silences her whimpers with an intense kiss, their lips moving in unison, their breath mixing together and panting together. 

    He needs her, he needs to have her right here. It doesn’t matter that Satoru could wake up at any point, anymore. He needed to take her right here and there, and she was just as eager to get the same from him. The way she grabs at the collar of his shirt, pulling it thinking it could somehow make him closer than he already is (it couldn’t) has Suguru almost whining too. She kisses him feverishly like at any minute he’d pull away and leave her there, wet and begging. He leans forward, getting onto his knees, his hands supporting her back and lifting her. His strength is clearly back and he lays her flush against the carpet, not once breaking their kiss until she locks her ankles over his back and she’s letting her head rest on the floor.

    They stare at each other with their faces inches away as they catch their breath. That iron smell still tainting his breath and traveling into Hibiki’s nose. Her hands grip his shirt and tug him to be closer, their noses brush together and her lips ghost over Suguru’s when she whispers to him.

“Will you fuck me, Suguru?”

    His breath catches in his throat at the bluntness of the question, the language makes his face flush slightly and he’s ducking his head into her chest. His bangs fall against her skin and he’s screwing his eyes shut at just the idea of being connected to her in such a way. Him inside her, her sounds, the way she would cling to him, the way he’d cling to her. He’d whisper filthy things into her ear. He’d been thinking about this for so long, late into the night after Hibiki and Satoru fell fast asleep he’d dream about this very moment. Having it come to life like this had been much more nerve wracking than he thought it would be. 

    “We shouldn’t…I want to…I want you but,” He looks at her with concern. “Satoru…” He glances back over to him, still fast asleep. Hibiki bites her cheek in thought for a second, staring at their albino friend before she’s leaning up again and whispering to him.

    “I won’t tell him if you won’t.”

    It’s mischievous, it’s cruel, it’s betrayal on Suguru’s end. 

    “I don’t know…” He wants to give in, he wants to know what she feels like and he wants to feel her skin and body give in to his touches and presses and he wants to feel his cock slide into her. It would be so easy to just push her underwear to the side and fuck her sensless.

    Suddenly Hibiki is forcing his mouth open with her fingers, Suguru lets out a sound of surprise and he feels her thumb nick his sharp canine. He blurts her name, but then the taste of her blood coats his tongue once more and he’s immediately silenced when that warmth floods his body. His limbs go numb, weighing down on Hibiki’s body as he gives into the taste of her, letting it control him because oh does it taste so sweet. She could make him do anything if she offered her blood like this.

    She kisses him again on his bottom lip and keeps her thumb pressing on the softness of his tongue.

“Please…I want you to fuck me.”

    All reason and consequences are thrown out the window when she asks again because he wants her just as bad. His hands grip at her waist and he pushes himself up till he’s leaning far enough that he can freely touch her whenever he desires. His hands follow where his eyes go, first he starts at the base of her neck, her skin red with desire and she’s so warm. Her heart is beating so fast and hard when he presses his fingertips further down, teasing at the cup of her bra. Her chest rises and falls with anticipation, watching with a glossy look as his fingers pull away, releasing her breast free from its confines, her bra strap following suit.

    He breathes, taking in the sight of her half naked, the firelight flickering and illuminating her in such a way that it felt like time began to slow and everything began to disappear around them. Then it was just Suguru and Hibiki.

    He confesses, “I’ve thought about this for so long.” He feels a relief to finally be saying it. He’s not confessing his undying love, but here he is showing her a part of himself he had been so scared to. Afraid of her rejection, of her disgust with him. But he knows she would never react like that. He knows that now.

    “What,” Hibiki chuckles, a playful smirk, “You’ve been thinking about fucking me on a carpet in front of your best friend?”

    He chokes on his objections, making Hibiki giggle and lean up to give his cheek a chaste kiss. “I’m teasing.” Her hand cups his cheek and rubs her thumb over his lips. 

    “I’ve thought about this too…If I’m being honest. I’ve thought about it a lot.” There’s a new found confidence that awakens inside Suguru when the same confession stumbles out of her and he’s ducking his head, his chin pressing into the underside of her breast, his breath fanning over her nipple.

    “Really? What did you think about?” He dares, his mouth parting and morphing into an open smile, showing off his fangs to Hibiki. She shudders under him, biting her lip and meeting his stare with half the confidence of his. 

    “Well…I, uh-“

    “Lemme guess, you also thought about me fucking you right on this carpet in front of Satoru, too.” Hibiki’s eyes squint at him in a glare and she sticks her tongue out at him.

    “Oh, har har, Suguru.” He chuckles and kisses her breast, making her breath cut short before she’s continuing. “I was gonna say before you rudely interrupted - I’ve thought about the way you’d touch me.”

    The room grew warm. 

    “Oh yeah? How did you picture me touching you?” Their voices are so low, only able to hear between them. Suguru’s other hand grips the other cup to her bra and forces it down to match the other. His eyes don’t break from Hibiki’s even with her chest fully exposed to him now. Instead he stares her down, waiting for an answer. Her face is crimson, he can tell even in the low light and her lips part to stutter a little.

    “I pictured…your hands touching my chest…” Suguru’s hand cups over her breast, enveloping the whole thing with one hand, his thumb presses into her nipple. He can sense her heartbeat quicken when they’re so close like this, and he can see her throat bob as she swallows hard.

    “Yeah? What else?”

    She squirms. “You using your mouth…and biting into me…licking me.” It’s erotic and filthy and something he has thought of too. Biting into the soft fat of her breast and wrapping his mouth around her nipple, giving a good suck. His mouth inches closer, her nipple rising to its peak under his cold breath. 

    “You want me to bite you?” She only sighs in response, taking that as a yes. He can’t say he’ll be able to control himself after a fourth taste of her blood. Every drop seemed to fill him with such power, he was afraid he’d completely lose his head and drink her up until there was nothing left of her. So instead, he leans in close, opens his mouth and drags the tip of his tongue from the underside of her breast to her nipple. He wraps his lips around it and sucks, his tongue flicks against the bud and he finally hears the faintest moan come from Hibiki’s mouth. He sucks harder, knowing full well there would be a mark, his other hand gropes at the other breast, pinching her nipple between his index finger and thumb. He releases the hardened peak to take a breather but lets his tongue lap and flick on her skin. Hibiki shoots a hand over her mouth to conceal the onslaught of whimpering. Her knees drive together and dig into his rib cage as his mouth finds itself on her other breast - doing the same thing. 

    “I’ll admit,” Suguru begins, letting his thumb replace his mouth for a second, “I didn’t think you’d have to be so quiet…I always imagined letting you be as loud as you can.” He sounds almost disappointed, and she’d agree with him as well. Hibiki nods, breathing heavily through her nose when his mouth is on her again.

    “One day, aah, one day I’ll let you hear me proper.” She gasps out, arching her back off the carpet.

    “Promise?” Suguru sucks on her skin and leaves a dark mark in its wake.

    “I promise.” 

    Suguru’s hands travel down after she speaks, his mouth not leaving her as they go down, down and down until they’re back on her waist. His fingers grip and press into the skin, practically feeling the blood pump throughout her body. He can feel her heartbeat under his teeth and tongue, he can taste the salty sweat on her skin and it makes him crave more of her. He wants to sink his teeth deep and suck and he knows she wants the same thing. But he’s taken too much already. His hands find her hips, his fingers slender and long against the fabric of her underwear. He releases her nipple with a soft pop and smooths over her hickey with his wet tongue.

    “Any other fantasies you’d like to share with me?” He asks with a whisper. His mouth trails kisses down her breasts, following the natural path down her body. His lips press and leave wet marks, making a trail down to her navel where her stomach twitches under the sensation. Hibiki has to struggle not to release any of the sounds she wants to. She wants to beg for him, whimper his name and moan for him. She wants to hear him too, needs to memorize the way he would say her name when he’s fucking into her, memorize the way he’d grab her by her hips, lift her up and fuck her hard and fast like that. But with their circumstances at hand she was happy enough to whisper to one another and promise a next time.

    “I’ve thought about the way you’d touch me…” She confesses with a sigh of relief when his fingers hook around the hem of her underwear.

    Suguru cocks a brow and looks up at her then. “Now who’s repeating themselves, hm? And how did you picture me touching you?”

    “You know how, Suguru…c’mon…” She huffs.

    He releases a laugh from his nose and his lips plant more kisses around her belly button, her warmth increasing the lower he gets and it makes his cock twitch in his pants. He was having fun - teasing her like this, especially when his fingers lowered the thin piece of fabric to reveal the beginnings of coarse hair. Then he pulls the fabric taught and releases it with a hard snap! and Hibiki gasps. 

    “Tell me, Hibiki.” He demands and it makes her whole body shudder and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second.

    “Fuck- Your hands…I thought about your hands spreading me open…and your fingers…fucking into me…” She gasps through her fingers, covering her mouth in an attempt to lower her volume. She sees Satoru shift in the corner and groan in his sleep. Fucking shut up, Hibiki! She chastises herself. Suguru hums, his voice vibrating against her skin when he plants more kisses down her navel and to where her underwear begins.

    He lifts his head then, his fingers place themselves over her core and he feels just how hot and wet she’s gotten since this all began. Suguru watches as Hibiki’s face contorts, her mouth hangs open just slightly, her eyes glaze over with a need that’s apparent and her face flushes even more. She makes eye contact with him, a determination flashes across her gaze and she’s lifting her hips in an effort to create friction between her core and his fingers.

    “Suguru…please.” His fingers rub her achingly slow, up and down he goes, watching the way she twitches and tightens her knees around him in the process. He pulls away at the hem of her underwear to see her soaking wet, glistening under the light and making his mouth water at the sight. He dips a finger between her folds and with a curious touch, he swipes up to where her hood sits aching and enlarged. Suguru purposely avoids it and goes to rub around it, slicking her up and watching the way her hole clenches and unclenches around nothing, waiting for him to enter her. He can hear her whimper quietly, her hand reaching down to grab his wrist and guide him to where she needs him most.

    He grabs her back, forcing her wrist away and he hmphs in disappointment with her action.

    “Let me do it.”

    “You’re going too slow,” Hibiki practically cries. Suguru smiles at the triumph of finally having her like this, begging, wet, and weeping for him and only him.

    “You want me to finger you?” She nods in response. He lets go of her wrist and his index and middle finger stick between her folds, feeling the softness of her entrance.

    “You’re so wet, Hibiki.” His eyes flit up to hers.

    “You’ve fingered yourself thinking about me, haven’t you?”

    Hibiki nods again, her hair splaying out around her head and she draws her thighs together but only squeezes once more around Suguru’s body. His fingers dip further in, teasing her, before pulling back out.

     Suguru takes a deep breath in. 

    “Show me.” He demands.

    “Huh?” Hibiki leans her head up to look at him.

    “Show me how you fingered yourself when you thought about me.”

    Her eyes widen and her heart rises into her throat, heat spreading over her body and making her blush all over. She shakes her head, biting her lip to contain the embarrassment she suddenly feels.

    “You’re crazy…right here?” Suguru gives her a single nod. 

   Hibiki’s arousal increases when he’s holding her panties to the side and she slowly guides her hand to her inner thigh. Her chin trembles and she draws her fingers across herself, shocked at just how wet he made her. Even by herself she could never get herself this slick and hot. Her fingers spread apart to open herself up and show him just how much she was dripping, she dips a middle finger inside herself. Slick and warm, she sucks in the digit easily and she pumps it inside her a few times before including a second finger. She throws her head to the side, eyes naturally shutting to imagine it was his hand instead of hers. Soft huffs of breath escape from her as her fingers curl inside herself, the wet sound filling the room when she finds that spot inside herself and thrusts against it with the pads of her fingers. Hibiki chews on her lip to contain her moans, almost completely forgetting Suguru was there when she drew a leg up and her knee pressed into the side of his face. He grabs her ankle and forces her leg back down, a gasp escapes her and he’s pushing her leg open and holds her thigh down against the carpet.

    He wants to stop her and take over, he knows he can do a better job. He can reach further and find the perfect spot to make her whine his name and cry out for him. But still he watches and his eyes wander all over her as she squirms and starts feeling up her own breast in the heat of the moment. Suguru’s eyes widen when he hears the squelching and he looks down to see her fingers coming back out dripping clear and creamy and thrusting back in with a filthy sound that has him twitching in his pants.

    “Suguru,” Hibiki says softly, her voice quiet and small. Something she was the opposite of. She almost forgot he was still there until his thumb starts rubbing over her inner thigh in a comforting manner.

    He needs her now.

    Suguru stops her, pulls her hand away and Hibiki opens her eyes just in time to watch him raise her fingers to his mouth and lick them clean. His tongue laps up the saltiness and he breathes hot and heavy. Even this tastes amazing to him. He locks eyes with her when he sucks on her index finger and does the same to her middle one. He kisses the wet fingertips and then down the length of her finger to then kiss her palm.

    “I need you. I need to fuck you now.” She wouldn’t object to that.

    She’s leaning on her elbows when he makes quick work with his pants, the buckle wrapped around him clicking out of place and the soft sound of his zipper, lowering them just far enough to pull himself out of his undergarments. He’s hard, and bigger than she thought he’d be. His tip drips precum and he’s already giving himself a few tugs, groaning lowly and ducking his chin into his chest.

    “Fuck…” He sighs, his hair hanging over his face and toppling over his shoulders. Hibiki watches the way his arm seems to grow veins when his hand tightens around his cock and he pulls his foreskin over his tip and then back down, his movements are slow and controlled. She wonders how often he had done this and thought of her, she suddenly had the idea to turn the tables and demand he show her how he’d touch himself when he thought of her. She doesn’t need to ask because his mouth begins chanting her name, his brows pinch together and his chest heaves when his hips seem to gain a mind of their own and he thrusts into his hand.

    “You’re gonna get yourself off before you even fuck me, Suguru,” Hibiki says with a small voice. She reaches upwards to tug at the collar of his shirt. His attention is back to her, eyes shooting open and looking at her with a flushed face. His lips are still wet from their kisses and his attack on her breasts, his eyes seem bigger than before and he’s looking at her with a wonder. 

    “Sorry, I’m sorry. Here-“ He scoots closer between her legs, spreading her legs and bending them at the knee so they lay over her torso. Suguru places a hand on the underside of her thigh to hold her open, then he’s grabbing his hard-on and moving closer to press his thighs against the back of hers and his cock sits along the strip of her core. 

    There’s a pause between them. Hibiki’s holding her breath, waiting for Suguru to push himself past her threshold and fill her to the brim. Suguru lets silence fill the room before he’s swallowing the ball that’s formed in his throat and looks at Hibiki with a worried gaze.

    “You sure about this? You really want this.”

    Hibiki somehow spreads herself further apart, his cock now flush against her wetness. She shimmies her hips until his tip barely catches over her entrance and slips past and runs against her clit.

    “I’m sure…just fuck me, Suguru.”

    That’s all the permission he needs.

    He holds his dick in his hand, rubs the underside of his tip against her to lather himself up in her natural lubricant. He slaps it against her clit a few times, then thrusts up and down to completely coat himself with her. He braces himself, slips his hands beneath her waist and hoists Hibiki’s hips up. Having this angle is perfect, the head of his cock easily slips inside and she’s practically sucking him in, giving into his length and girth so easily. It was as if she had been made to fit him perfectly, her walls squishy and wet around him, pulling him in and holding tightly when his pelvis presses flush against her. They both release their breath, Hibiki’s letting her head drop back onto the carpet and she’s drawing her knees together and she squeezes harder around Suguru.

    “Fuck- Hibiki,” He pulls out just slightly to see the way her slick covered him. Her hole clenches around him so expertly that he has trouble pulling out completely. He grunts, pulling out just until he sees the ridge where his tip begins and he’s suddenly thrusting back in, this time with a harder slam. It jolts Hibiki’s body, sending a cry out before she’s covering her mouth again to hide her indecency. Her legs separate from one another as Suguru thrusts out and back in again, his skin smacks against her quietly, he holds her thigh open still and his other hand presses below her bellybutton.

    He can feel it. Suguru can feel his dick inside her when he thrusts in, seeing the slight bulge of his dick deep inside her. It ignites something in him, something akin to the way he feels when he drinks her blood. It’s animalistic and passionate, his hand is sliding to grab her hip and digs his thumb so roughly into her hip that he knows there would be a bruise. Hibiki doesn’t seem to mind, in fact she welcomes the way he grips her and the way his hips are now snapping to thrust into her quick and hard. She bites the inside of her cheek, her head thrashing back and forth as Suguru’s dick reaches a depth to her she didn’t know was possible. She’s somehow growing wetter and wetter by every thrust, it sends a heat throughout her body, sweat forming across her forehead.

    She reaches up, hands blindly finding anything of Suguru to cling onto. She finds the collar of his shirt again, pulling him down with a startled groan and he’s got his hands on either side of her face so as to not drop his entire weight upon her. His hips still for a moment when their eyes meet, the tips of their noses touching one another’s. 

    Hibiki’s reading his eyes, he’s begging for her, she can see it. The way his eyes squint and his eyebrows duck in a way that tells her he wants to keep going. She tilts her chin up, grazing her lips over his before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him so close so they’re chest-to-chest. Her legs wrap around his back again and she’s moving his hair out of the way to whisper into his ear.

    “Don’t stop. Keep going…please.”

    His thrusting continues, one arm immediately wrapping around her back and pulling her back up off the carpet, his cock thrusting into her and the lewd sounds of her being so wet for him and their grunts and moans mix with the sound of the crackling fire.

    “Beautiful…You’re so beautiful like this,” he says with a softness that melts Hibiki’s heart. It’s genuine, the way his voice cracks when he says it and the way his cheeks grow redder at the mention. His face digs into her neck, his sharp teeth trailing up and down her neck in a teasing way. The pleasure begins to build and coil inside Hibiki’s bowels. Something begins to tighten and it causes her toes to curl and her body becomes almost limp in Suguru’s arms. She barely even registers his compliment and instead grapples onto his shirt and presses her face into his neck to quiet the squeaks of pleasure that escape from her when Suguru fucks into her with vigor.

    His passion grows, his cock twitches inside her and his forehead presses into her shoulder to steady himself. Suguru slides a hand between their hot and sweaty bodies. Trailing down and down until he feels that coarse hair again and the fabric that is pulled to the side and dripping with Hibiki’s arousal. His thumb finds her clit, rubbing around it and searching for a sign of her getting close. His eyes crack open to watch the way a vein pops out of the side of her neck, blood rushing up into her face as that coil tightens even faster after he’s begun his attack on her clit like this. Hibiki’s head is thrown back and her back is arching off the carpet.

    “Suguru. Suguru. Suguru. Suguru!” She says his name over and over like a mantra. Like if she said his name enough he’d meld together with her, he’d be connected with her for the rest of time and he could never leave her ever again. She chants his name in hopes that he’ll stay inside her and fill her up with his own release and keep fucking her until her body can’t handle anymore. His dick still thrusts, his thumb still flicks and presses against her clit and her walls begin to flutter around him.

    She’s close. He can tell. He watches her again, watching for these signs so next time (if there is one) he can tease her. Make her feel good and just as she’s about to reach cloud 9 - take it away from her in an instant only to build her back up to that point again and finally give her the orgasm she deserves.

    But they were already testing their luck by fucking like this in the first place.

    “I’m close-“ Hibiki gasps, her eyes squinting up at Suguru. “Keep doing that, yeah.” Her body jerks with every thrust, her back rubs on the floor and is starting to burn from the friction atop the carpet. But that doesn’t matter when Suguru is balls deep inside her and she’s about to cum all over him.

    “Yeah? I want to see you cum for me, Hibiki.” Her stomach churns with excitement, that coil so close to snapping and releasing pleasure throughout her body. Hibiki looks up at him, her fists full of the fabric of his shirt.

    “I want you to cum in me, Suguru. Make me cum and fill me up, okay?” He lets out a choked grunt that might as well be a promise to her, his own climax reaching him faster than he thought. He holds back, continuing his thrusting when he feels Hibiki squeeze around him much tighter than she had been this entire time. Her orgasm hits her like a landslide, unexpected, hard, fast and heavy. Her chest rises and falls as her body grows numb and her eyes squeeze shut to see flashes of white dance across the blackness. 

    Suguru’s quick to join her, the way her walls pulse around his cock has him pulling back and thrusting in one final time before his cock is jolting and his cum fills her up. He rides out his orgasm with a few slow and shallow thrusts, his hand wrapping around what’s exposed to help milk the rest of him.

    They catch their breath, Suguru’s gaze is down to where they’re still connected, his tip plugging her up. They’re sticky and sweaty but that doesn’t seem to matter to either of them. Hibiki, calming her beating heart, sits up, pulling away so Suguru has no choice but to pull out. She feels his cum begin to ooze out of her. 

    “Oop-“ Suguru is quickly grabbing another rag he had used previously to clean her up and wipes her gently. His actions are soft and the kindness overwhelms Hibiki for a moment, watching the way he lightly wipes across her still tender clit. It sends a judder across her core and he’s softly apologizing, ducking his head low to kiss the top of her bent knee.

    “Thank you.” She says softly.

    Suguru uses the same rag to wipe himself and quickly tucks his now softening cock back into his pants. They’re silent, as Hibiki fixes herself and fixes her bra, tugs her underwear back into place and is getting up with wobbly knees. Her legs feel numb and she stumbles a little bit towards the doorway that leads out of the room. Suguru chuckles to himself at the sight, sitting up and running a hand through his hair, flattening it so it doesn’t look like he was just fucking Hibiki on the carpet in case Satoru suddenly decided to wake up.

    Suguru sits there in silence as he waits for Hibiki to come back. His eyes going back to the flames that began to burn dimly. An uneasy feeling washed over him when he remembers his plan with Satoru, his lips turning down into a frown.

    I can’t do it, Satoru.

    How is he going to explain that he wants to back out? That he doesn’t want to kill Hibiki. How will he tell Satoru that they had sex together? He’d be furious - maybe even try to kill Suguru and then Hibiki. Should he tell Hibiki? No. That would only scare her, or worse - she’d feel betrayed by Suguru. Maybe she’d stick a wooden stake in his heart.

    “You used me! You seduced me and tricked me!” He could practically hear heartbreak. No. He can’t tell her, either. He drops his head down in shame.

“C’mon, get up.” Hibiki’s calling to Suguru, he looks up to see her in a sleeping gown now. One that hangs so low it bunches at the ground, it’s unbuttoned at the chest, showing off the marks he left on her skin. They stare at each other while she waits for Suguru to get his ass up.

    “I said come on, you need to have a wash.” He gets up then, slowly making his way over to her. He zips his pants back up as his feet drag across the floor.

    “Why the long face all of a sudden?”

    I’m planning on betraying you and I can’t tell you. I can’t tell you the truth about how Satoru and I plan on murdering you and running away like we always have done. I can’t tell you that I think I’ve fallen for you.

    “Are you sure what we did was okay?” He asks instead. His chin rising to meet Hibiki’s concerned look. She sighs, her eyebrows furrow slightly.

    “I don’t regret it, Suguru. I won’t tell Satoru, either. As long as you don’t, remember?”

He nods, clenching his fists.

    “I won’t tell Satoru. I promise.”

[seariii]

Milgram characters cutting the Rosca de Reyes (headcanons)

So, before the headcanons a quick rundown on what is Rosca de Reyes and Día de Reyes

Día de Reyes, technically, is the day of Epiphany, or when the Three Wise Men arrived to baby Jesus to give him the gifts. It's celebrated on January 6th. (but at least where i live we don't pay that much attention to its religious connotations)

It is a tradition that came from Spain to other Hispanic countries (Mexico, Peru, Puerto Rico, Argentina, Paraguay, Uruguay) and in some places it's a bigger celebration than Christmas because this is where the children get their toys!

There are some cute traditions like leaving out water and grass for the animals the wise men came in, or children leaving their boots to get gifts or candy in them. All that depends on the country and the zone.

There is also the tradition of cutting the Rosca de Reyes, which is a colorful ring of bread (left picture below) with a sugary cover and dried fruit glassed with sugar. It comes with little figures of baby Jesus inside the bread (the white doll on the right picture), and the tradition (in Mexico at least) says that who ever gets it has to cook Tamales for the Día de la Candelaria, on February 2nd. We eat the rosca with hot chocolate.

Now the headcanons!!

This are based on the experiences I've had with family and friends, just silly stuff <3

Haruka. When he looks at the rosca he feels happy and excited, of getting to try something new. He only wants to eat the white part and refuses to even try the colorful dried fruits, tho. Seeing him so excited, Shidou suggests on letting him cut the first piece, reluctantly he accepts. He apparently doesnt get the baby, but when he takes a small bite of his piece, there it is, its head peaking through the bread. He panics slightly but feels happy for the surprise of the little toy. First finishes the bread and afterwards drinks the hot chocolate.

Yuno. Doesnt want to get one of the baby figures, but wont care much if she does, she doesnt wanna go through the trouble of getting/making the tamales. Seeing most are getting the white part, she gets from the colorful one with just a bit of the white. She doesnt get a baby and she eats her slice dunking it in the hot chocolate (she enjoys the warmth <3).

Muu. She doesnt care if she gets the baby or not, shes just super happy she gets to eat something sweet and delicious, and hot chocolate? she gets even happier that she gets more to enjoy! she gets a bigger slice than the others, including white part and colorful part. As she is happily eating, she bites down on the baby figure and after cleaning it, she gifts it to Haruka, who is just happy to have two little figures.

Fuuta. The moment he hears he has to bring tamales if he gets one of the babies, he is determined to not get it. As he cuts his slice he quite literally sees the baby poking his feet through the bread, pretends not to notice and continues grabbing his piece. He hides the baby figure on his mouth, determined to swallow it if necessary. Kotoko calls him out when he nearly chokes and he ends up admitting to it and taking the figure out of his mouth, not without yelling "IM NOT COOKING FOR ANYBODY". Actually enjoys the bread afterwards, he also only took from the white part.

Shidou. He is probably the one walking in and out of the kitchen with Es, giving everyone their cup of hot chocolate. He insist a bit to Amane to take a cup too, but when he sees her about to spill the hot chocolate on him, he backs down. He kinda wishes to get one of the figures, but doesnt have his hopes up. He gets a slice of the colorful part.

Amane. Really wants to participate, but is conflicted because of her dietary restrictions. This all is too much of a temptation and she hates it. When she hears the dried fruits are glassed with sugar she starts to debate herself if shes allowed to eat them or not, once more reaching the conclusion that is too much sugar :c Mahiru manages to convince her to at least cut a slice to help her have another chance to get one of the babies, but doesnt get any. She gives her piece to Mahiru since she was who made her do it. She drinks a cup of hot milk to ease herself.

Mahiru. The moment she heard there were baby figures inside the bread. She. Wants. One. It will bring good luck, right? Its a baby, maybe it means one day she will have a baby too! She is determined to get one, and gets at least 3 slices of different parts of the rosca, but always comes back empty handed. Looks at Haruka's two figures with longing and he feels guilty and offers her one, keeping the one Muu gave him. She gives Haruka the slice Amane gave her as an thank you for the baby, and he gives it to Muu.

Kazui. He thinks getting one of the figures would be too much of a hassle, hopes he doesnt get any. He gets a piece from the colorful part with no baby (yay). (cant think much for him sorry).

Mikoto. Just like Mahiru, He. Wants. A. Baby. Figurine. But unlike her, he doesnt get any. After everyone has cut their slice, he cuts the rosca in smaller portions "to store" the leftovers, in reality he was searching for one of the baby figures, but he didnt find any.

Kotoko. She doesnt want one of the baby figures, but doesnt care much about anything of this either, shes just there and was dragged into it. She waits to be the last and gets whatever slice is already cut, has a bit of the two sections, white and colorful. Silently eats her slice and enjoys it more than she wants to admit to, she'll never say it out loud, tho.

Es. Doesnt care much and is just doing this thinking itll help them understand the prisoners more. After everyone has their hot chocolate, sits down and pokes fun at Fuuta for almost choking with the figure. Later at night, they go to the kitchen and take a slice of the leftovers, when they sink their teeth into the bread, they bite down on the last of the baby figures. They just stare at it, making a silent judgement of the thing that could've almost chocked them to death, and afterwards puts it in their pocket, fleeing the scene.

[tomomiisasleep]

notes on the unwanted guest and Ianthe in general:

I did NOT expect that this is when they were fighting in the body!!! that's so awesome

Pal already asked more than five questions before scene 4. so Ianthe couldnt actually refuse his questions? or she doesnt care what they talk about, as long as it strays away from Babs?

and uhhhh, why the hooded figures? I mean I got spoiled that the setting is the Ninth House, but I mean why the Ninth House? she never really showed much interest on it, and the whole setting she conjured up herself if I have to guess

and the more I read about Ianthe the harder it is for me to remember that I have not gotten over her lying about the corpse under the bed but that she's so hot I am immune to bad bitches I support woman's wrongs

actually I don't see other people fussing about it. but IMO I think it's the shittiest thing she does in the plot (I mean she did eat someone but isn't that the whole point they were there? ok that's not an excuse but whatever I don't think she's terrible for doing it) and the only thing that makes me actually dislike her and not admire her for her intelligence and wit. but everything else about her is like, phoar

also the famous line

pal: nobody asked

so i guess it means that Harrow-related discussions are safe ground for Ianthe? or is this her manipulation again seeing as the inside of her head looks like the Ninth House is it because she still fantasizes about marrying Harrow?

How did Ianthe find out about Ortus? Gideon told her? How did Pal find out about Ortus???? Cam told him? how did Cam find out? or Dulcie told him? and I can't believe she actually died twice, just to tell Harrow about Gideon...

ok I've finished it, but still no insight as to how true Lyctorhood works. Pal said that the real truth is grafting, transplantation. I still don't get it. the only true Lyctor up to now is John and... wait...actually no, he changed before reviving the earth... I don't understand this.

but I do kinda get who Nona is now, it's Alecto's soul under the influence of not Harrow's soul but her body. Which sure has some interestimg implications...

and tbh I did not understand how Pal just wins because he figured something out that Ianthe did not. or is that exactly the point? and I can imagine Ianthe mmust be grossed out to find that her soul has been "rubbing" with Babs' this whole time and time later

something unrelated(that maybe has a little to do with Babs' soul rubbing off on Ianthe?): when Ianthe walked away from Harrow in the bathroom scene, I do think she knows the significance behind her choice, at least subconsciously. she wouldn't have enjoyed owning Harrow if she choose to approach her anyways. I actually think Harrow wasn't so desolate she might have gone in to check tje scene out of morbid curiousity and maybe to see her naked though I'm not sure if she prefers that over seeing her brain but that's not the point. the point is this is Not how Ianthe imagined that she would take possession of Harrow at all, not by picking up someone else's scraps.

So maybe it was for the best

I think they would both agree.

that after a pregnant pause

the weight of the situation is sinking in on Ianthe

the Princess of Ida said:

why refer to her as such at a time like this? she's putting on a facade

“Wow! Not how I imagined this happening, at all,” and you heard her hasty footsteps retreat,

hasty, maybe she had to tear herself away from the temptation, maybe she's afraid that she'll turn back.

away, back down the corridor whence she came. Then she was gone.

lastly, some stuff about the twins. they need each other. Ianthe needs Corona because she needs Corona's approval. she needs approval and she needs it from everyone and doesnt hide it, but Corona's is the most important. why else would she be happy to downplay her abilities her entire life? she gets off on Corona's worship, I bet her actually body had an orgasm when the remote-control body shuddered.

other stuff about goals and love, and sleeping together are all explicitly expressed in the books, so I'll say no more.

one last thing: I love Palamedes and the relationship between him and Camilla and Dulcinea

[the-nightshade-crypt]

My personal favorite headcanon for Nerdy Prudes Must Die (spoilers, obviously) (I start off with a shit ton of just the actual story before the theory, I'm bisexual and autistic, I'm hyperfixated as fuck and these two are so cute, leave me alone /lh)

Max is obviously in love with Grace. Even if he frames it as just wanting to take her chastity, it's clear that he loves her. I mean, firstly, he defends her from bullying despite her being the nerdiest prude. Max himself says to Pete that nobody is a loser until he says they are, so if Max says Grace isn't one, then she wouldn't be. When she comes over to him in their first scene he asks so fucking sweetly to carry her books, like, batting his eyelashes and such a sweet voice. And when she declines he resorts to his mean bully self.

Grace very clearly does not love Max back. Despite her sexual fantasies, and even the lyric "I think im loving you more than I should" in Dirty Girl, she doesn't love him. Cause that's all they are, fantasies. In Dirty Girl she makes it very clear, with her saying multiple times "I don't/won't care about you". And its clear she doesnt want him to like her either, since her fantasy Max specifically asks her to "love me like you dont care." Showing that she really just wants him so she can give in to her temptations. She only sees him with lust, a symbol of her "sinful" desires. A symbol she wants to get rid of by any means to stay pure.

When Max decides to kill Steph first, he screams "you fucking Judas", which causes Grace to show up and shout "So you do know the Bible!" She then follows that up with "I used to have a crush on another guy who rose from the grave. But Jesus never threw a football like you max!" Despite her saying "crush" I fully believe she didn't mean it that way. She just needed to get him on board with her plan, and she knows how he feels about her.

She finally gets him to leave Steph and Pete alone and they have sex. When she comes back, she's smoking a cigarette and states "I needed that." Max comes out from behind the the wall and gets on his stomach, kicking his fucking feet like a tween girl writing self insert fanfiction, and says "Hey, uh, Grace? Where you going? Don't you wanna cuddle a little bit?" This line alone proves to me that he's in love with her. Compared to someone like Ted Spankoffski, who would never do something as romantic as cuddling after sex (at least not with anyone besides the girl he loves), it's obvious that Max has real feelings...

Only for Grace to say "Oh Max. I just gave you a gift. A very special gift. In fact, I just gave you what I cherish most. My chastity." Not only did she successfully fulfill what the Lord's in Black demanded, though we all know they didn't like that Pete or Steph didn't die, she also got what she wanted... to give into her sinful sexual urges.

With Max screaming that it was worth it, and him gone into the black and white, Grace becomes almost addicted to the power of the Black Book. The end of the musical is her taking over Max's role to kill the people she deems deserve it, in her case, perverts.

Now, my actual theory is that since Grace is directly connected with the Lord's In Black, she can freely go to the black and white, similar to how Miss Holloway seems to be able to. With Max in the Black and white... I like to think he's still actively pining for her. Whenever she visits to talk with the Lord's he's just kinda watching and trying to flirt with her and she's just completely over it. It gets to the point where even the Lord's are irritated. But slowly Grace starts to find his flirting charming. Realizing that since she is working for the Lord's in Black, effectively denouncing her Christianity, there's nothing stopping her from finding someone attractive, or wanting to be with someone. Their relationship at this point might stay as mostly sexual, but she is falling in love.

Maybe she makes a deal with the Lord's to bring him back to life, or maybe she's into fucking ghosts and just asks for that idk but the point is... I like thinking that with her doing the Lord's in Black's bidding, she can see max and actually get to know and fall in love with him.

I just really love the idea of Max being a lovesick himbo babygirl, only for Grace to reject him and be an asshole. But Max is a hopeless romantic who finds it hot that Grace is mean to him and he doesnt take it to heart. He's desperate for a positive relationship, seeing that he says his dad calls him a cuck and is very clearly emotionally/verbally abusive at best, and it kinda seems like Grace wants to be adored by someone, the same way Linda Monroe does.

They are in love your honor

[foot-tea]

About the wags and players that cheat....there's a saying, "If you're not going to leave that man, then let him cheat in peace." -Tamar Braxton said it. It's a harsh reality, but a decent amount of wags in all sports seem to know their partner is bound to cheat. There's so much temptation out there. And honestly, for footballers it seems like their wags are generally childhood teenage dream sweethearts and when you're with someone that long and you're thrown into the world of women throwing themselves at you it's not a one and done situation. Being a wag, especially to a star athlete, is not for the weak. Also, I feel like the better know wags tell their men do whatever you do, just don't embarass me or our family.

I think they might have a bit of a madonna whore complex going on as well. When their wags give birth many start to associate them as mothers and ignore the fact that she might have sexual and intimacy urges. They cannot "fuck" them anymore so they find "whores" who they only see as ways to release pent up libido. These guys run on adrenaline and competitiveness. For them chasing a woman or being chased by one might feel very thrilling.

Plus for a lot of women physical cheating is a lot less of a deal breaker than emotional cheating. Maybe they forgive their husband as long as he doesnt grow feelings for the woman.

[foolbohalo]

log 1:

People have started seeing tubbo staring at the stars

most unable to break his facination, the eye contact

log 2:

hes started chuckling at them

the federation seems intrigued

etoiles and sunny being able to take his attention away from them

log 3:

hes talking about the stars now to anyone

his eyes changing colours day by day

his skin is changing, small specs of white silver and gold appearing

log 4:

we have to do something

Hes gotten bagi to look at them too, shes starting to suffer the same symptoms

his eyes have stars in them fully now

he has a wide smile on his face but his teeth are pure white...

his scars have turned a golden yellow colour

the specs are spreading

log 5:

his...his mouth...i hate to do this but i have to test on him, it doesnt matter if pac protests

his mouth is unhinged, its like a black hole in there but....theres...stars....distant stars

log 6:

i have to fix him- i need to, i trapped him in a room, bagi is locked up somewhere too, i have to keep her from the stars

Empanada has been looking a bit weird recently

bagi isnt as bad as tubbo but shes giggling, too much...

tubbo is shaking screaming about needing to see the stars, i might have to sedate him

pac doesnt know, he cant know

nobody can know they are here

fit and pac are looking for them, i dont know if i can keep this hidden

log 7:

i sedated tubbo, i took some blood samples and put him in one of those jackets, hes screaming

is he even tubbo anymore...?

bagis...getting better..? i dont know, shes stopped giggling

but the bad news is, i think that pierre was looking at the stars...who...who told him to though...

anyhow i dont know if i can get pierre under control

i tried to feed them, they dont eat, tubbos talking about an old island

bagi wants paridise

im concerned and scared

log 8:

i cant call this thing tubbo anymore, hes, hes going to get out

im going to warn everyone else to hide the eggs

i...need to tell pac

i hope this goes well

(insert the temptation to make a qsmp version of those mlp infections)

[darklinaforever]

I have no idea what show you are watching at all

I am not on any side I am an impartial viewer and merely stating what the plotline are. I am not rewriting it to suit my agenda like you and so many other people are doing. I am talking strictly about the show without the book being brought into it

Otto Hightower is an ambitious man who reaches too high. Alicent is his beautiful young daughter who is meek and biddable. Otto hold power as the Kings Hand and his daughter is a high value pawn for him to play by marrying her off to the highest bidder. When Aemma dies, Otto sees his opening and takes it. He forced Alicent forwards in a revealing gown to visit the king alone where she will probably lose her virginity or be manhandled and be compromised by the king who will be duty bound to marry her. Otto is playing on Viserys lust for beautiful women despite his grief. Alicent is visibly reluctant and frightened and is so when she is to be married to Viserys. Later she shuts down and does her duty. She wants to be the lady Alicent again.

Rhaenyra knows she is not the son Viserys wanted and she wants the freedom accorded to a son. She starts taking that freedom for herself, doing as she pleases. She speaks to Daemon as equals, she speaks informally to Criston and seems to have a good friendship with him. After Daemon rejects her she comes home drunk, hurt and horny basically. Criston is there. He is good-looking dashing knight. Liters the maidens dream. I'm pretty sure Criston is attracted to Rhaenyra but he wasn't going to act on it. It seems like he's living his romantic chaste fantasy protecting the woman he loves from afar. The issue is Rhaenyra holds power in a technical sense as the kings daughter. There is a power imbalance. When Rhaenyra puts moves on him, Criston is thinking of his vows etc. She puts him in a very difficult position professionally and also risking his life if he rejects her Rhaenyra could turn nasty and go to her father telling lies or if he doesnt reject her he could be killed for breaking his vows if found out. It's Criston who is in unfair position and then there's just the temptation he feels personally. There is many layers to this. Is Rhaenyra abusing her position. Is Criston being abused. Is Rhaenyra just acting on impulse and pushing Criston into surrendering to what they both feel. I don't know. Criston cannot confide in anyone or seek help as it is treason to question the princess virtue. The fact is her rejection of his proposal and the guilt over his vows being broken lead Criston to suicide. He has feelings for Rhaenyra being rejected and then all his personal dreams of being a king guard is ruined. My end opinion Rhaenyra was thoughtless and drunk and confused by Daemon she came home and saw Criston and acted on impulse/old attraction, but then abused her power by pushing herself onto him after he initially rejected her. Criston is put in a terrible position that has consequences for him. If Rhaenyra had been a man the narrative would be different. If Criston was a woman calling msn Rhaenyra a cunt she would be a girlboss.

There is shifting scale of power in the show, Alicent has no poeer, Otto has power, but through Otto Alicent gains power. Criston has no power but Alicent elevates him.

I do think Criston is a hypocrite by sleeping with Alicent because he made vows and could try to regain his honour by acting virtuously but he isn't. I don't feel sorry for him now. I felt sorry for him during that point in time with Rhaenyra.

And Alicent, a queen who sleeps with Criston Cole isn't likely power imbalance maybe ? 😂

Wouldn't Criston Cole rather want to kill himself more because he literally massacred a man for free ?

Rhaenyra did not abuse Criston Cole. He was more than happy and willing. You have to stop the bullshit after a while.

And no, many including me have already explained that gender reversal does not work. Rhaenyra could never have the position that Criston Cole had at that time as Kingsguard.

And sorry, but being neutral to me is just as ridiculous as being TG.