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you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.
but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.
i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.
so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.
you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."
i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"
"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.
i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.
and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.
you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."
"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."
you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.
i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"
"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."
"do i die?"
you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."
"oh."
"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."
i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.
i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.
"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."
i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.
you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."
"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.
you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."
"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.
i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."
you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."
"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."
"you could always die, to be fair."
i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"
"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."
i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."
"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."
i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"
"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."
i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push my heel into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"
i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.
"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."
you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.
you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.
i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.
#warm up#prose#i just realized that there's a horror film in there about being someone NOT in a loop.#if i wanted to make it longer i'd have them come back like SUPER battered and hellish.#on round like 999#like halfway through lunch like - YOU . I LOVE U . IM SORRY . I RUINED IT BC I LOVE U CANT U SEE THAT#but like. yeah man what happens when someone else in control of ur destiny#what happens to all the versions of u that DO die...#i also wanted a pre-redemption time looper - this person#(who in my brain is they/them)#is absolutelyyyyyy toying with the narrator bc the time looper is caught up in like#an emo angsty '' i can't have what i want bc i ruin things'' self harm spiral#and like literally the way out of that spiral is to TRY bud.#but this is a person pre-redemption. still kind of an ass. still not really listening to her#still a little bit ignoring that they kissed someone 3 days ago#still KNOWS she likes them and DOES like her back. but is just too chickenshit still.#we're talkin that person we've ALL dated that's like ''i can't be with u anymore bc i am Too Broken and I Can't Stand Hurting U"#... i imagine they grow up tho. eventually.
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TWO MOONS - L.HS
pairing. plug!heeseung x reader
genre. smut, 18+ content, one shot, drabble. MDNI!
word count. 4k+
warnings. drug & alcohol consumption, partying, swearing, sex while intoxicated, short smut [ dry humping, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), fingering ]
synopsis. based off of this hard thought! plug!heeseung who likes you so much that he's convinced himself that you're kinda evil.
a/n. sorry this took so long lol hope u enjoy regardless :) no part 2 so plss dont request it but maybe some drabbles!! also not fully proofread so pls disregard any typos or grammatical errors hehe
Never in his life did Heeseung predict heâd be getting bitched around by a girl arguably much shorter, physically weaker, and far less intimidating than him. And yet here he was, shirtless in his kitchen at two in the morning on his third attempt of baking edibles all because you were too scared to smoke a little weed.Â
Fucking ridiculous.
Itâs his own fault, really, he shouldâve known that innocent, good girl persona you put on was all an act you use to control people â specifically men. Stirring the dessert batter in the mixing bowl, Heeseung shakes his head at the memory of you tilting your head and batting your eyelashes at him as you spoke, your perfectly manicured nails â that you probably got some desperate bitchboy to pay for â tracing and lightly scratching his bicep.
âSo,â you started, dragging out the âoâ, âhow much do you charge for edibles?â
Heeseung shakes his head, tracing the rim of his half-empty red solo cup as he responds, âEdibles arenât my forte. You donât smoke?â
âNot my forte,â you say in a mocking tone, making Heeseung chuckle. âItâs just too much, you know? The smell, how quick it kicks inâŚnot for me. But, uh, if you donât make them Iâll stop wasting your time, then.â You give Heeseung a friendly pat on the shoulder before turning on your heels, fully prepared to disappear back into the party and find someone who actually meets your needs.
âWait!â Heeseung stops you, tugging on your arm until youâre back to facing him. He canât fucking believe this bullshit manipulation tactic youâre using on him is actually working, heâs literally pulling on your arm like a child so you wonât leave him.
You raise a brow at him as you wait for Heeseung to continue, taking note of his sudden nervousness, âYeah?â
âUhâŚare you into, like, brownies? OrâŚâ
The smirk you gave in response said enough, youâve got him exactly where you want him.
Heâd spent the next few hours browsing the aisles of Target, checking his phone every so often and checking off each ingredient as he tossed them into the bright red shopping cart. To make matters worse, you hadnât even requested normal brownies, you wanted some shit heâd hardly ever heard of before: blondies.Â
It was bad enough that Heeseung already couldnât bake for shit, and here you were demanding heâd make something heâd never even tasted before; you really are a master manipulator.
His third and final attempt at baking the blondies were a success, his three roommates taste-testing the fresh batch as a final confirmation.
âI canât even taste it,â Jake says, his brows shooting up in delight, âyou sure youâre not forgetting the main ingredient?â
âThatâs the whole point,â Heeseung explains, cutting the remaining batch into neat squares, âYN doesnât want the taste to be too strong, she likes when itâs more subtle and takes awhile to kick in.â
âAre you her wife or her plug?â Sunghoon jokes from his spot on the couch, taking a small bite of his own blondie.
âNeither,â Jay inserts himself into the conversation, taking a seat next to Sunghoon, âIâm sure he wants to be both, though.â
âFuck off,â Heeseung snaps, momentarily narrowing his eyes at his roommates. âWe just met, Iâm just trying to get to know her.â He sets the knife down, reaching into the wooden cabinet to retrieve ziplock bags.
âYouâre already her bitch, what else is there to know?â Sunghoon half-jokes, resting his feet on the ottoman.
âI am not her bitch.â
He totally is, if the way heâs hurrying to send you a picture of the freshly made blondies is anything to go by.
Heeseung * 2:47 AM
[Attachment: 1 Image] Yooo
YN * 9:06 AM
omggggg ur the fucking best how much??
You didnât respond until the following morning, causing Heeseung to nearly jump out of his skin once he woke up to your texts. He turns on his side, elbow propped up against the mattress as he formulates a response.
Heeseung * 10:31 AM
1 for 10 or 2 for 15. venmo or cashapp But lmk if you want moreÂ
YN * 10:40 AM
no cash? :(
Heeseungâs about to go on a long winded explanation about how money transferring apps are quicker and more convenient than accepting cash when you interrupt him by sending a photo.
YN * 10:41 AMÂ
[Attachment: 1 Image] plsssss i donât trust cashapp and ive been having issues w my venmo acc :(
Itâs a photo of the bottom half of your face, lips formed into a cute pout with your camera angled low enough to show off your cleavage. You werenât even trying to be discreet, setting your forearm underneath your chest to make your boobs sit higher, the cheetah print material of your bra peeking out from under your too-small tank top.
Heeseung swallows hard, staring down at the photo with his pupils blown wide as his trembling fingers type out a response.
Heeseung * 10:50 AM
Actually you know what donât even worry about it lmao Consider it a gift When r u free for pickup Or i can bring to u Either or is fine lol
YN * 10:59 AM
omg :o are u sure? donât want u to lose out on money >.<
Heeseung * 11:11 AM
Itâs fine dw about me baby U picking up? Or want me to drop off On campus is too risky
YN * 11:12 AM
thank u hee!!!!!!! im done with classes around 4:30 iâll pick up around then if that works also u responded at 11:11âŚangel number u must be my angel :o
There you go again with your subtle manipulation tactics that Heeseung swears wonât work on him. If there really is angel out of the two of you, it definitely wouldnât be you, but Heeseungâs not too sure heâd be considered one either. After all, in the twelve minutes it took him to respond to your message, he spent ten of them fucking into his fist as he stared at the photo you sent.
His mind conjured up countless scenarios; leaving hickeys and bite marks across your chest, slipping his dick between your tits as you held them together for him, cumming all over them, fucking anything. Desperate wasnât even the word.
Heeseung * 11:13 AM
Must be :)
After a month and a half of being your personal baker slash bitchboy, Heeseung really is convinced that youâre using him, yet he doesnât seem to mind. If anything heâs grateful, fully aware that if it werenât for him being your plug, the two of you likely never wouldâve crossed paths despite attending the same universities.
There wasnât an ounce of school spirit in his body, so he had little to no urgency to attend any of the sporting events you cheered at or one of the many school-sponsored events you were required to attend. Meeting you at that party not too long ago had been his first encounter with you ever, and you clearly left him with a great first impression on him.
Since that night, heâs found himself conjuring up a new batch of edibles for you every week; brownies, cupcakes, cereal bars, whatever the fuck you wanted, and half the time heâd do it for free if it meant he got to give it to you in person.
He still hasnât convinced you to actually smoke, though, but maybe itâs for the best. The mere thought of getting high with you and how youâd stare him down with half-lidded eyes was enough to make his dick hard â in fact, it already has. Several times.
Enough time has passed to the point where itâs obvious to everyone, yourself included, that Heeseung has genuine feelings for you that go beyond a physical and sexual attraction. Sure, heâs still convinced that youâre a little bit evil and definitely manipulative, but he considers it part of the fun. Heâs also deluded himself into having the âI can fix herâ mindset that heâs been using to justify his actions of ignoring your red flags.
However, even if he canât âfixâ you, it wouldnât be a huge loss. Red is his favorite color, after all.
âYou soundâŚcrazy, and she sounds crazier,â Jake leans against the kitchen counter, raising a concerned brow at Heeseung as he takes a sip of his drink.
âIâm not crazy,â Heeseung corrects, âand YN isâŚI donât know, honestly. Leave her alone, dipshit.â
Jake throws a hand up in defense, glaring when a fellow partygoer accidentally bumps into him, nearly causing him to spill his drink. âRather be a dipshit than a bitchboy.â He mutters loud enough for Heeseung to hear before groaning, âWow, speak of the devil.â
Heeseung turns, following Jakeâs line of sight until he spots you walking through the front door. Stunning as always, your khaki mini skirt and black halter top fitting as if they were custom designed for you and only you.
Despite extending you an invitation to Sunghoonâs birthday party, Heeseung was fairly certain you wouldnât show up tonight, assuming youâd be consumed with cheer practice or one of your many extracurricular activities to attend. Yet, here you were, a wicked grin on your face as you made eye contact with Heeseung.
He gulps in return, eyes wide as he watches you walk over to him and Jake.
You stand beside Heeseung, shooting him a quick smile before directing your attention to Jake, âSunghoon! Happy birthday, king!â
Jake side-eyes you, briefly glancing at Heeseung before responding, âIâm notâŚyou know what? Nevermind, thanks.â He takes this as an opportunity to exit the conversation, giving Heeseung a light pat on the shoulder as he leaves.
âDidnât think youâd be here.â Heeseung comments, leaning against the kitchen countertop.
You shrug, âWasnât doing anything else, figured it wouldnât hurt to stop by for a little. Besides, I wanted to see you.â
âYeah?â Heeseung asks, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
âYeah,â you respond, taking a step closer and resting your hand on his bicep, âgot anything for me?â
Fuck, Heeseung knew he shouldâve made another batch of brownies or some shit. He seriously hadnât been expecting you to show up tonight, otherwise he wouldâve been prepared.
He shakes his head, âNot this time, you shouldâve told me you were coming; I wouldâve made something.â
You groan, momentarily tilting your head back, âI just wanted to surprise you.â
âConsider me surprised,â his hand lands on your waist, pulling your body until your flush against him, âwhy wonât you just smoke with me?â
You grimace, shaking your head in response.
Heeseung rolls his eyes, âJust once? I know your first time wasnât that great, but, I really think youâd like it if you tried again.â
âI donât know, HeeâŚâ
âTell you what,â Heeseung starts, clearing his throat, âsmoke with me just this once, and your next few purchases are on me.â
It isnât much of an offer considering most of the shit he gave you was either free or already extremely discounted, but your eyes light up regardless. âReally?â
Heeseung nods, âI swear.â
You think it over for a moment, the pros instantly outweigh the cons and lead you to accept Heeseungâs desperate offer.Â
A few minutes later, you find yourself in a comfortable lounge chair with Heeseung in his backyard, grateful that the remaining partygoers opted to stay indoors, giving you privacy and alone time with him.
Youâre sitting sideways on his lap, trying your best to ignore the feeling of his dick pressing right against your ass, neatly rolled blunt in one hand as he uses the other to fish a lighter from his pocket. âYouâre nervous,â he comments.
You shake your head, âIâm not.â
âYou are, I feel you shaking.â
âIâm fine, just kinda cold. Go on.â
Heeseung studies you for a moment, eye contact strong and intimidating as ever as he brings the blunt to his parted lips. You watch carefully as he brings the lighter towards the tip, focusing entirely too much on the concentrated look on his face as he lights it. Slowly, he begins to rotate it as the end continues to burn, taking a few small puffs here and there.
Satisfied with his creation, Heeseung takes a long, slow drag, inhaling the smoke into his lungs before titling his head away to exhale.
âYour turn,â he says, offering you the blunt.
You hesitantly stare down at it before accepting; it was intimidating to say the least, the scent alone strong enough to make your head hurt. Heeseung watches you patiently, eyes darting between your lips and the blunt in silence.
Deciding you need a little bit of encouragement, he brings his thumb to your lips, parting them slightly as his free-hand wraps around your wrist, âYouâll be fine, trust me.âÂ
Under the guidance of his calloused hand, you finally bring the blunt up to your lips and briefly inhale before immediately exhaling.
Heeseung chuckles, shaking his head, âHowâd that feel?â
You ponder for a moment, passing the blunt back to Heeseung, âI donât feel anything. Literally nothing.â
âI mean, yeah, you didnât even inhale it.â
You roll your eyes, âWhy are there so many steps? This is why I prefer edibles.â
âIâm just showing you that you have other options, babe.â
âYeah, well Iâm sticking to my baked goods. You can have the rest of that, I donât want anymore.â
Heeseungâs well aware that youâre a woman of your word, and the chances of you ever smoking again were a definite zero, so trying to get you to change your mind was pointless. However, there is one thing that may just work on you.
âMind if I try something?â
You perk up, âTry what?â
âI do all the work but you still get high.â
You raise a brow, âThatâs possible?â
He nods, âAll youâd have to do is take deep breaths.â
Taking a deep breath, you accept Heeseungâs offer with a sigh, resting a hand on his shoulder as you adjust yourself on his lap. âFine.â
Here goes nothing.
He guides the blunt back to his lips, taking a long drag as he holds the smoke in his mouth. He tilts his head upward towards you, taking your chin in his hand, signaling for you to part your lips. You follow his command and part your lips open, just enough for Heeseung to close the distance and allow the smoke into your mouth, his lips barely brushing against yours in the process.
You take in a deep breath, eyes closed shut and inhale the smoke, careful not to exhale too quickly and have a repeat of your previous attempt.
âHow was that?â Heeseung asks, taking note of your sudden silence.
Truthfully, it wasnât bad. The smell is still too strong for your liking and requires much more effort than biting off a piece of dessert and calling it a day, but it wasnât bad. Youâre certain that Heeseung shotgunning it into your mouth only added to the experience.
âNot bad,â you admit, âprobably because you did all the work.â
He chuckles at that, âIâll always take care of you, remember that.â
Heeseung is having the time of his life, thoroughly convinced that he finally has some power over you. Here you were sitting on his lap in his backyard letting him blow smoke into your mouth. Sure, it may have taken a lot of convincing and begging on his end to get to this point, but none of that matters; baby steps are still movement.
As if the night couldnât have gotten any better, youâre asking Heeseung to shotgun more smoke into your mouth over and over. Heâs careful to maintain a calm and nonchalant demeanor as he does so, not wanting to come off as too eager out of fear of scaring you away. Or even worse, giving you back that power you have over him.
On the fifth time, you swipe your tongue across Heeseungâs bottom lip when he passes the smoke into your mouth, a low groan escaping from him in the process. Heâs fully hard in his jeans by now, and thereâs no way you canât feel his dick pressing right into you. Despite the cold weather, your entire body feels warm all over, Heeseung only adding to the pleasure.
You shouldâve taken Heeseung a bit more seriously when he said youâd still get high from this; after a few minutes, your limbs were already starting to feel lighter and weaker. A delicate, cloud-like haze fills your head; your vision blurs slightly and it takes a few minutes for you to fully relax.
Heeseung, attentive as ever, remains silent and still has he watches you; primarily due to the fact that you squirming around on his lap is only adding to the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans. One wrong move, and heâd surely be cumming in his boxers.
You rest your forehead against Heeseung, pressing a firm hand against his chest when he moves to blow more smoke into your mouth. He hums, staring up at with a concerned look on his face.
You close your eyes, mumbling, âHeeseungâŚâ
He hums again in response, still holding the smoke in his mouth.
You open your eyes briefly before closing them again, balling up the collar of his shirt in your fist as you lean down to press your lips against his. He opens his mouth on instinct, as if it were a second nature, parting his lips slightly and exhaling the smoke into your mouth once again.
Heeseung absentmindedly sets the blunt down, his hands moving to your waist to pull you closer to him until your tits are pressed right up against his chest. He groans into your mouth at the feelings, tilting his head to allow himself further into your mouth.Â
You cup his face in your hands, hips moving forward as you slowly begin to grind yourself against him. âFuck,â he moans in a low voice, âkeep doing that.â
You grind down harsher this time, capturing his moan in your mouth in the process. With each movement of your hips, a shiver descends down your spine at the friction; Heeseung is painfully hard, and from what you could feel, he was definitely packing. Bigger than what you wouldâve expected.
It all feels too good; you grinding against him, the state of his high, your tongue in his mouth. Itâs all so overwhelmingly euphoric that Heeseung hardly realizes how close he is to literally cumming in his boxers.
His body was always overly sensitive whenever he got high, and often avoided any sort of intimacy that involved another person due to how embarrassingly quick he would finish, and tonight doesn't seem to be any different. What makes matters worse is the fact that Heeseung was already desperately attracted to you and had been dreaming of this moment since heâd first met you.
He pulls away quickly, cursing under his breath, âYN, h-hold on,â he stutters, âslow down, please.â
You donât listen; in fact, you can barely even hear him with how caught up you were in your own head. âHmm? Say that again?â
âS-slow â ah, fuck â slow down for a sec, baby.â
His grip on your waist tightens, and despite the urgency in his tone of wanting you to slow down, he makes no effort to still your hips move you off of him. Fuck it, it is what it is.
âWhy?â You question, tilting your head, but youâre a few seconds too late.
Heeseungâs entire body shivers, hips jolting upwards as he comes on himself, making a mess of his boxers. While that alone was definitely embarrassing, Heeseung is more annoyed over the fact that youâve regained your power over him. His priorities were definitely fucked, but he didnât even care; he could clean himself up later, but the damage to his ego would take longer to repair.
Your hands fly to your mouth in shock, eyes widening as you process whatâs just happened, âOh, HeeseungâŚâ you mumble into the palm of your hands.
He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he runs a hand down his face, âYouâve gotta be fuckinâ kidding.â
âItâs okay! It happens! No big deal!â You try to reassure him, but it goes in one ear and out the other.
Sure it happens and maybe it isnât a big deal, but it is for Heeseung. Heâs not the type to bust a nut over someone squirming around in his lap for ten minutes, this shit was fucking insanity.
âIâm seriously not like this, Iâm just overly-sensitive when Iâm high. I swear, I-â
âItâs fine, Heeseung,â you interrupt, standing from his lap, âif anything, Iâm flattered! Why donât you, uh, get cleaned up and Iâll see you later?â
âYN, come on, donât do this.â He pleads, following you and you make your way towards the sliding door.Â
âI told you, itâs fine! Iâm not like,â you pause, opening the door with a loud grunt, âmad or weirded out or anything.â
You slip back into the living room, Heeseung hot on your tail with every step. âLet me make it up to you!â
You sigh, âHonestly, I donât think you have it in you to do that right now.â
âI do! Just let me, please.â
âHeeseung, please drop it. I said itâs fine.â
âItâs not fine, at least let me eat you out or something!â
âHeeseung!â Your eyes widen at his lewd, shameless offer, âLower your voice! Weâre in a fucking party surrounded by people!â
He smacks his teeth, âI donât care. Please, YN.â
âYou donât have to make it up to me, you do not owe me anything.â
A beat of silence passes, then he says, âThen do it for me. Please.â
Even though Heeseung was the one literally begging to go down for you, there is a possibility of him having some sort of power over you; or maybe you just have a soft spot for him. Either way, you end up lying in his bed twenty minutes later, skirt bunched up around your waist as Heeseungâs wet tongue circles your clit, desperate attempt at coaxing a second orgasm from you.
He hadnât even realized heâd grown hard again just from eating you out, and would likely end up cuuming in his boxers again just from doing this.
âFuck,â he moans into your folds, pulling away slightly to pepper kisses on your inner thighs, âbeen waiting so fucking long for this.â
âYeah?â You question, your grip on Heeseungâs hair tightening.
This earns a low groan from him as he nods against your skin, âYou have no idea.â
Deciding heâs spent enough time away from your cunt, his lips make their way back onto you; his tongue falls flat against you, dragging your wetness upwards towards your swollen clit before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud.
Your body shivers, a beam of sweat dripping down your forehead as your second orgasm approaches. Youâve been eaten out before, countless times, but never like this. It was almost as if Heeseung was doing it for his own pleasure rather than your.
He teases your entrance with his finger before sliding two of them in with ease, curling them upwards and immediately hitting the spot you needed him the most.
âH-HeeseungâŚhold onâŚâ
He hums, but heâs not really listening, too occupied with kitten-licking your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you. The knot in your stomach finally snaps and youâre gushing against his hands and mouth, Heeseung only takes this as a sign to continue lapping at your cunt. You have to literally grab him by the hair and drag him away from you.
He stares up at you, pupils blown wide and his chin coated in your juices, but he definitely looks happy. âWhat?â he asks.
You struggle to catch your breath, âYouâre hard again?â
He looks down at his crotch momentarily before shrugging, âI guess.â
âYouâŚdonât you wanna do something about that?â
His eyes flash down to your cunt for a split second, âIt can wait.â
You scoff, âWell, I need a minute.â
Heeseung nods in agreement, impatiently drumming his fingers on his bed as you flop against his mattress. âReady?â He asks once a minute has passed.
âNo.â
He sighs, then sighs again, and again and again until you let out a frustrated groan. âGo get me a glass of fucking water.â
âOkay!â He shouts while standing, exiting the bedroom in a hurry. Maybe you really do treat him like a bitchboy, but he doesnât seem to mind.
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Always There
Agatha Harkness x Vampire!Reader x Rio Vidal
Word count: 4.9k
Notes: Non-major character death, depictions of violence, graphic violent content (blood, mob violence/torture, detailed wounds), angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, small mention of suicial tendencies, italics=past
Summary: Vampire reader has had a casual relationship with Agatha and Rio, but eventually too many years pass since their last encounter, the vampire starts to wonder if they still cared for her.
An: Posting this immediately after I finished writing it. Hope you enjoy. Likes, replies, reblogs, and all of that are appreciated đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸ Edit: Not me saying itallics and forgetting to actually put them lol
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Youâve had a casual fling with Agatha and Rio for as long as you can recall. Thereâs a stereotype about witches coming and going as they please, and you find it to be frustratingly true.
It's easier to get ahold of Rio than Agatha, which is ironic considering that Rio is literally Death. With the title comes the job, so all you truly needed to get a glimpse of her was a body. Perhaps you could arrange the carcasses in a way that said âstay with me foreverâ.
As a vampire, you had time to wait. There was no rush, which is how you believe things got so casual. You could never forget how you met the pair.
At the time angry mobs were running rampant, looking for anyone to persecute. You were a known vampire living not to far from a village. They hunted you for sport. There were many of them that you killed, but eventually they were able to ambush you. When they did, they used wooden spikes to pin you to a large âXâ that they built. The scars from were they impaled your flesh still present today.
They tortured you; punching, spitting, stabbing, you had eventually lost track of time after a few hours. The need for blood weakening you enough to where breaking free was nearly impossible.
Theyâd come in shifts for the torture and leave only one person to watch you in the night. That was their only flaw. You didnât expect anyone outside of the village to come across you, but someone did.
Your head was hung low, when you heard the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ground. You raised it slightly, to see the guard that was supposed to be watching you, dead on the floor.
âYou donât look too well.â
It had been days since you had tried to speak, so your voice was hoarse, âI wouldnât think so.â
âWhat are you? Only someone different, is worth all of this trouble,â a different voice spoke.
Your eyes look to where the voices are coming from, but you only see shadows. Your tongue is dry as it passes over your bloody chapped lips.
âVampire,â you mumbled.
âHelp me get her down.â
When they approached, you finally got a good look at them. You couldnât help but stare at their features. Both youthful with rosy cheeks. Rioâs large brown eyes caught your attention immediately, warm yet hiding something. Agathaâs features were sharper, her cheekbones, her jawline, even her eyes.
âThis will hurt,â Rio examined the wood embedded into your skin.
âI know,â you spoke weakly.
You expected them to pull the spikes out with their hands. Instead your eyebrows furrowed when purple and green tendrils of magic worked around the spikes. Instead of 4, painfully slow, agonizing moments, there was only one rough pull, before your body fell off of the âXâ. Only your knees hit ground as Agatha and Rio held up the rest of your body.
Your full weight pushed against them as your head rested in between their shoulders, âThank you.â
âHungry?â
Your eyes glowed a dim red, âI could drain a village.â
âBloodthirsty, even in this state?â Agatha teased.
âEspecially in this state,â you corrected.
You could hardly move, but you attempted to stand on your unstable legs. You grunted in pain as you put one foot in front of the other. Your focus was on the dead guard. His heart was no longer beating, but blood still filled his veins. It was calling to you, it had been too long since you had fed.
Your fangs snack into the manâs neck viciously. You had no remorse for the corpse as his body began to lose color as you drank. He wasnât a large man, which was unfortunate, but he sufficed for the moment.
Harsh breaths and clearing of your throat, were indicators of how much you needed that. You wiped the blood off of your mouth with the back of your hand.
Your wounds were slowly closing, but it was taking all of the energy you had just gained.
âI can heal you faster,â Rio said tentatively grabbing your forearm.
She extended it so that itâs flat, before quickly running her tongue over the spot. You looked at her as if she was crazy, but then back at your wrist. The hole from the stake was gone, in its place was only a scar.
If you had a pulse, you were sure that it would be beating wildly.
You glanced at Agatha, who watched on, âDo you do that too?â
She shook her head, âEarth witch specialty.â
âHow long did they have you like that?â Rioâs eyes have examined your body, noticing the extensive damage. Her finger trailed one of the nastier slashes across your stomach.
âI don't recall,â you spoke honestly.
Rio was careful as she healed the larger wounds on your body, you told her not to worry about the less significant ones. Even when she was done you were still caked in dirt and mostly your own blood.
âLet me help you out doll,â Agatha waved her fingers swiftly, and soon you were clean as a whistle.
Your tattered clothes replaced as if they were new, dirt and blood alike removed from your body. Ugly scars, now covered except for the few that littered your face.
âWhy help me? We are only strangers, I donât even know your names.â
âAbominations to humanity must stick together lest we want them to wipe every one of us out . You can call me Rio.â
âAgatha Harkness, pleasure to save you beautiful.â
One of your eyebrows raised, âWitch killer, Agatha Harkness?â
The woman chuckled, âI see my reputation supersedes my community. Does my aura scare youâŚâ
âY/n, and it does not. There are no rules when it comes to preservation of self. Iâve killed my own kind for good reasons and some not so good reasons. Bodies just seem to pile up when Iâm around.â
âThat why they nail you up like that?â Rio questioned.
You shrugged, âI suppose, a mixture of that and fear.â
âPeople fear death,â she spoke.
You shook your head as you corrected her, âMortals fear death. I know people who are thousands of years old, who run from ailments of morality. They are foolish, death cannot be outran. Though it may take longer for her to come, she will eventually get all of us.â
âYou arenât afraid to die?â Agatha questioned you.
âNo, thereâs no point. Sheâll come for me when itâs my time, but until then what is there to fear besides a wasted life.â
Rio had a small smile on her face, âQuite the philosophy youâve fostered. Just one question, if you feel that way, then why kill anyone in the first place?â
It was your turn to chuckle, âIf someone was meant to live, they simply would. Iâm not stealing life, simply gifting death to those who have decided that it is their time.â
âHow do you know that theyâve decided?â Agatha counters.
âWell you see, many people are weary of vampires and they should be. They let their guard down, they get comfortable, they play with their food instead of finishing the job. Those actions have consequences and I like to deal with those consequences personally. So I suppose when they choose to wrong me, theyâve chosen to die.â
âAnd the villagers who did this to you?â Rio pondered aloud.
You eyed her cautiously, âDo you stand to stop me?â
Rio shook her head, âI keep a witch killer in my company, you think Iâm above a rightfully earned massacre?â
âWell you spoke of solidarity amongst-â
âThink of it this way, we can do what we want amongst each other, as it is our business. The humans have no right, to do what we do.â
You nod, âI agree.â
âSo, youâre going to destroy the village?â Agatha questioned.
âMy goal is to drain every last one.â
After that first encounter you were drunk on the thought alone of Agatha and Rio. Finding out Rio's true identity only made you lust for her even more. You knew that both had bonded with each other in ways you hadnât understood, but that didn't stop your feelings from developing.
It didn't take long for them to fold you into their relationship, at least partially. They werenât always around, but when they were everything seemed to fall back into place.
However, youâd be lying if you said you hadn't been getting restless these last few years. It was feeling like you saw less of them, especially Agatha. It felt like a game of cat and mouse. Somehow you had ended up chasing after them.
Tonight you walk the streets bored, part of you looking for trouble. Rumblings of new age vampire hunters in the area had piqued your interest. So youâd have a chance to have some fun or at minimum find your next meal.
Your fingers play with the rings they had gifted you, centuries ago. In the past you could feel both of them signaling you through the jewelry. It was a faint buzz, something like a hum, through the ring. A feeling that you hadnât felt in ages. You longed to feel it again, to feel them.
Alleyways didnât scare you, hardly anything scared you these days. Yet as you take a step into this alley, you sense something immediately. You feel eyes on you, as you walk.
âHas anyone ever told you to be mindful of where you settle demon?â
You continue walking, the empty threat meant nothing to you.
âI know what you are, I can smell it on you,â the voice echoes against the walls.
Your ears twitch, and soon youâre holding a frail man against one of the concrete walls in the alley.
âIf you know what I am, you should be more mindful of how you approach me,â your strength speaks for itself.
You donât give him the pleasure of seeing your fangs or glowing red eyes.
âAh, youâre one of the older ones. This will be quite fun,â he says gleefully.
âWhat are you-" the question dies on your lips as you feel a needle being jabbed into your neck.
Your hand instinctively shoots over the spot, and your growl in frustration. You drop the man against the wall, turning your attention to the person who stuck you from behind with the needle.
This man was much bigger than the other. He was about twice your size, but it did not matter. You bare your fangs, hissing at the muscular man.
âWhy isnât she dropping?â He yells, fear laced through his voice.
You take the moment to pounce on him. Your teeth wasting no time, sinking into his neck. The man convulses under you, but youâre stronger than him. Even when he grabs your neck you donât relent.
âImpossible,â the frail man, whispers from his spot against the wall.
âNice try, but-â
The sensation hits you like a truck. You feel your vision get blurry and your muscles weaken. You blink a few times trying to will yourself against the late acting sedative.
The frail man nods excessively as you begin to lose consciousness, âSlower than usual, but captured nonetheless.â
Youâre jolted back into consciousness when you feel the stake being driven into your skin. You attempt to shoot out of whatever position you are in, but it only causes you a familiar pain. Unlike the first time you were nailed to something, this time it was straight up rather than âXâ formation. Your arms hung up straight above your head and your feet were slightly spread underneath.
One spike was used to pierce both of your hands in place while you had one for each foot. Your breathing only quickens even more upon noticing you are in a forest. This couldnât be happening.
âGlad you could finally join us,â the frail man from earlier want alone this time. He had a group of people with him.
âLet me go, and Iâll consider sparing you one I'm free,â you say, yet no one moves.
âYou hold no power here, demon,â the man walks around you. âI am doctor Helsing, you may be familiar with my ancestors.â
Your jaw twitches, â Van Helsing.â
He chuckles, âWhat a smart creature you are?â
âWhat do you want from me?â
His chuckle turns into a boisterous laughter, â You can't offer me anything that I don't have the ability to take.â
You glare at the people in front of you, eyes turning a vicious shade of red, âThe last group of people that tried something like this, paid for their sins with their lives. I hope youâre prepared to do the same.â
âThey did quite a number on you, I can tell by your markings. Their only mistake was letting such a beautiful thing like you go,â Helsing says, his hand sliding across the scar on your abdomen.
âThey didnât let me go. I got out.â
His eyes had a glint as he leaned in, âAnd then you killed them all, how sad.â
He stabs you in the scar. Carving harder and deeper than the previous person. You grunt, but try to steel yourself under the knife. Yet you squirm finding the sensation to be more unpleasant than you had recalled.
âSilver cuts a little different doesnât it?â He says watching the cut pour blood.
âYouâre going to regret this.â
He turns his attention to the people, âEmpty threats mean nothing when a beast is tied up. Would anyone else like a turn?â
People in his crowd begin to circle around you. Some with weapons, others cracking their knuckles. You're being attacked from all sides. The pain makes you tear up, but you avoid crying.
Instead you left out a bitter laugh, âThatâs all youâve got. Come on if you're gong to torture me at least put some passion behind it.â
âOh, weâre just getting started. I want to hear you beg for your life, I want to see you broken, beaten, defeated. I want you to ask for death and then I'll award it to you.â
You spit at Helsing, âIâm not scared of death.â
He wipes your spit off of his face, a scowl now present, âFor centuries my family has been driving your species to extinction. The failures may eclipse the successes, but don't think that we were never successful. You will fall at the hands of Van Helsing, creature.â
He has a device in his hand, he shoves it into your mouth. It forces your mouth open and your fangs out. He stares at them in awe. You try to clamp your mouth shut or retract your fangs, but you are unable to. You start to panic.
âJust like a snake, de-fang the vampire and a lot of that fear is gone,â his smile is sadistic.
You feel your adrenaline sky rocket as you shake violently. Your eyes wide in terror. The wood stake ripping your skin, but the pain was nothing akin to the fright.
You donât remember the last time you were truly this scared.
He laughs and some of the crowd laugh along with him, âAre you afraid now, demon?â
Tears fall from your eyes and he coos. You flinch at his hand touching your face. His fingers were rough and callused against the swollen skin. You move your head as if to attack him and he stumbles back.
He grabs your jaw roughly, âThis is the power of man.â
âLooks like someone is having a party and forgot to invite us.â
You know that voice. It makes you close your eyes in relief. The panic you felt in the moment begins to dissipate.
Everyone looks to the sky following the sound of the voice. Itâs there that they see Agatha and Rio floating in the sky. Most of the crowd has their mouths agape, not believing what they are seeing.
âShould we offer them mercy, Agatha? Maybe our invites got lost in the mail?â
âThis matter does not concern you foul wenches, be gone,â Helsing says, his voice trembles a bit at the end.
Itâs Agatha that cackles looking down at the man, âSee thatâs where your wrong becauseâŚâ
Rio appears behind the man, her skeletal form on her face, âIf it concerns her, then it concerns us.â
Her dagger lays on his neck and he looses his composure.
âAnyone want to be brave?â Agatha questions the crowd, who screams when she shoots her magic at a nearby tree exploding it.
âWhat happened? A second ago you were lining up to torture her, but now youâre scared,â Rio adds pressure to her dagger.
âDonât get shy now, doctor. Nothing to say?â Agatha gets closer to him.
The group tries to scatter but she traps them in a circle full of fire. Theyâre forced to gather close to each other. Their screams make you smile.
Agatha pulls the device out of your mouth carefully. Her hand caresses your face gently. You lean into her touch.
âWe have to stop meeting like this doll,â Agatha mumbles only for you to hear.
âWe wouldnât have to meet again if you stopped leaving,â you shoot back.
Agatha casts her gaze away from you and over to Helsing. She and Rio switch places. The Green Witch, uses her vines to pull the spikes out of your body. Itâs a feeling that never gets easier to experience.
You land on your feet ignoring the burning sensation. With your back tall you walk over to Helsing. You crouch in front of him, despite your own agony.
You hold his eyes, âFunny, I recall you telling me Iâd beg for death. Well now sheâs here for me, just not in the way you expected is it?â
Rio wiggles her fingers at the doctor, âI loved dragging the souls of your family to eternal damnation, canât wait to reunite you with them.â
âHumans are all the same, always playing with food thatâs not yours,â you stand towering over the man.
âHey I like to play with my food,â Agatha pouts.
You smile, âWhen you have power you can do what you want.â
You open your hand and Rio drops her dagger into your grasp. The crowd watches in panic behind the flames as you approach the man.
âHowever, Iâve never been one to play with my food,â in a swift motion you slit his throat.
The gasps and screams of his followers sounds like music to your ears. He gargles his own blood reaching for his neck.
âYour blood isnât worth drinking,â you watch as he collapses. You turn to address the crowd, âNone of you have worthy blood. Cowards, followers, miscreants, I hope it was worth it. The price is your life, now burn.â
Agatha waves her hand dismissively and the crowd of people are quickly evaporated. Ash and burnt grass the only remnants of the aggressors.
Upon their destruction you crumble to the floor. Your body screaming at you for the abuse you endured.
Rio starts with the wound on your stomach before healing the spiked points. Your body still aches when sheâs finished, but itâs substantially less than before.
âDĂŠjĂ vu isnât it bunny?â Agatha opens the floor for conversation.
âNow isnât the time Agatha,â Rio scolds the woman, who raises her hands in defense.
âI was just reminiscing, is that a crime?â
You stand, âWell, good seeing you. Same time⌠in the next few centuries orâŚâ
âYouâre hurt,â Rio argues.
âYou healed me enough,â you shrug.
Agatha rolls her eyes, âWhatâs with the attitude princess?â
You place a hand on your hip, âWhen was the last time we saw each other, Agatha? Rio, you only come when I leave bodies in my wake. So sorry if Iâm not thrilled it takes me being captured and tortured to get some time together.â
âItâs always been this way,â Agatha argues back.
Your voice takes on an uncharacteristically soft tone, âI know and Iâm tired. I donât want whatever this is. I need something more, something tangible. Itâs fine if you don't want to give that to me, but I can't keep waiting.â
You try to keep calm as you pull the rings off of your fingers, hand out stretched to give them back to their original owners.
âY/nâŚâ
âTake them⌠please. Free me, from whatever this is. Iâm grateful that you saved me on our first day and maybe the same thing happening again is fate telling me that this is our last day,â you get the courage to look at them with teary eyes.
âYou don't even believe in fate,â Agatha tries to reason with you.
âHow would you know, you haven't been around. Things change, people change,â you tell her.
Agatha looks to Rio for help, but The Green Witch, just keeps her eyes on you.
âThatâs bullshit! If change is so real, howâd we end up right back where we started hmm? Poor little hung up bat, in need of saving and here we are like always,â Agathaâs theatrics peak through her words.
âLike always?â You repeat, in disbelief.
âLook sweetheart, I know that-"
You ball your fists at your side, âWhat could you possibly know Agatha? Tell me, Iâm interested in hearing. Did you know I spend all my time waiting for either of you to tell me if you want me or not? I donât sleep, I just think and think and think about finding a way to end it all without having to see either of you. Hard to kill yourself with Death keeping tabs on you, even without a heartbeat. I knew this guy was tracking me, I knew what he wanted to do, and I said fuck it. I donât care, whatâs there to live for anyway?â
âYou can't be serious?â Rio doesnât want to believe what youâre saying.
âOf course Iâm serious, part of me thought that after all these years humans would be over torture, but that was foolish of me. Why would I think that you'd come to save me? I still donât understand why you did.â
âBecause we love you, you fucking idiot!â Agatha shouts at you.
You scoff, âDo you really? I couldnât tell by the hundreds of years apart.â
âWe were protecting you,â Agatha gets in your space.
âWhat could have possibly been protecting me? Oh no, a loving and caring environment? How ever could I have managed such domestic delights and pleasures,â your voice drips sarcasm.
âYou do realize that Rio is Death, right? Her job is literally to reap souls, you arenât the only one that doesnât get to see her often. And me⌠Iâm all trouble, doll. Thereâs not a pleasant bone in my body.â
You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, âDid you forget who I am? Have you had a head trauma recently, or maybe you need a refresher? Iâm not the greatest either, cupcake. I just slit a manâs throat and had his followers executed.â
âBy me,â Agatha points out.
âOk and you want credit for the villages I killed too? The vampires I murdered? The people I lied to? The whores I fucked? Iâm not some sweet innocent thing you picked up off of the side of the road. My ledger has had blood on it since before you killed your original coven.â
Your eyes are red as they stare into her blue ones.
âWe were scared,â Rio interrupts the rising tensions between you and Agatha.
âScared of what?â You glance at her.
âOf committing to you. Hell, Agatha and I canât even fully commit to each other. This game of cat and mouse, itâs all we know. Youâre right, you deserve more, so much more, but we donât know how to give it. We donât know what a domestic life looks like, we arenât domestic people. I didn't think there would be any doubt in your head that we loved you, and maybe that just shows how fucked up we really are,â Rio monologues.
Her words hit you harshly. They make you want to start crying all over again. You cast your gaze to the floor.
âI guess that brings us back to the original point then, doesnât it? Maybe itâs better if we just, end it here,â you canât look at them.
âIf thatâs what you want?â Rio nods solemnly.
Agatha looks between the two of you, âAre you two stupid or something? You have to be if you think Iâm just going to agree to this.â
âAgatha-â
âDonât. I love you, both of you. I donât want this to end and if that means changing the way things operate, then I guess things just have to change,â Agatha speaks seriously.
âWhat are yo-â
You startle when Agatha grabs your hands in both of hers. Her eyes locking fiercely onto yours. She doesnât blink as she speaks, âMove in with me.â
âWhat?â
âYou want time together, we can have time together. Weâve basically been together for centuries, come live with me.â
âAgatha, I think you've lost the plot,â Rio says, cautiously.
âYou too Dr. Green Thumb. Letâs all move in together,â Agatha nods her head.
âThat doesnât fix everything,â you focus on her hands over yours.
She doesnât hesitate to raise her hands to cup your face, âThereâs obviously a lot to fix, but you canât tell me this isnât a step in the right direction. Y/n, I donât want to- I canât lose you. Iâm not willing to let you go without a fight.â
Your face heats in her hands. Her eyes are ablaze with passion as they keep contact with yours.
You sigh and rest your forehead against hers, âI donât know Agatha.â
Rio joins the moment, carefully wrapping her arms around your torso, âI donât think any of us really know, but I think weâre supposed to find out together.â
âPlease,â Agathaâs breath hits your lips. âJust a chance to make up for lost time. If it doesnât work, then it doesnât, but please donât give up on us yet.â
Hearing Agatha beg like this tugs at your heart. You donât want to give in this easily, but youâve already wasted so much time.
âOk.â
As the word falls from your lips, Agatha surges forward. You can recall the last time her lips were on yours. The warmth that they were able to send through your body. How firm she was in her kiss, not scared or uncertain as your lips moved together. She knew what she wanted and it was hard to picture a world in which sheâd kiss someone she wasnât interested in the way she was kissing you. You were the one she wanted.
Your legs grow weak, but Rio holds you steady. Her shifting grip, makes you turn to face her. Unlike Agatha she hesitates. She takes a moment to admire your features, she wasnât in a rush. Neither were you. Rioâs kiss is softer than Agathaâs, her plush lips, move experimentally against yours. Itâs not like sheâs forgotten, more like sheâs re-exploring. She's playful, as her teeth nibble on your bottom lip. You laugh at the sensation.
Rio rests her head on your shoulder. She extends her hands, motioning for the other witch to get closer. Agatha wraps her arms around the both of you. Her front to your back while her hands rest on Rioâs back. Youâre encased by them, a feeling that is welcomed yet foreign to you.
âPromise that you'll keep me closeâ you say to both of them.
âUntil the road ends, my love,â Agatha kisses the top of your head.
âIâll hold you even after the road ends,â Rio kisses the base of your neck.
âDo you always have to one up me?â Agatha says to Rio.
Rio chuckles, âSounds like a skill issue sweetheart.â
âOh, weâll see who has a skill issue later, when youâre begging me for help because my fingers are longer than yours,â Agatha says smugly.
Rio pulls back from you to glare at Agatha, âIf you donât want to âhelpâ me, Iâll just ask Y/n. Isnât that right sweetheart?â
You blush at the innuendo.
âNuh uh, bunny. I think I recall you liking my treats better, because someone has a skill issue,â Agatha sticks her tongue at Rio.
You turn an even deeper shade of red.
âYou can never let an emotional moment be,â Rio says.
âWell youâre always trying to out âemotionalâ me,â Agatha replies.
âItâs not my fault youâre not as smooth as me, mi vida,â Rio counters again.
Agatha throws her hands up, âI know Spanish and Latin too, youâre not special Vidal.â
Rio raises an eyebrow, âAnd who taught you?â
The back and forth makes you laugh, âAre you sure you donât do domestic, because you bicker like an old married couple?â
They both huff at your statement.
âWeâll continue this at home,â Agatha points at Rio.
The brown eyed woman puts her hand over her heart in faux-fear, âOooo, Iâm terrified.â
Agatha opens a portal to her house and both women step through. Not stopping their bickering for a second. You smile as you watch them, feeling hopeful for the first time in a long time.
âThe portal isnât going to stay open forever, bunny, come on,â Agatha reaches her hand to pull you through.
You take it, stepping into your new beginning.
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hi!! i love your writing! i was wondering if you could do how arcane characters would react to their partner looking really good??
OMG YES, LETâS GO. Youâre serving looks, and these characters are LOSING it.
Jinx
Jinx is walking into the room, probably rambling about some crazy plan she has to blow something up, but then she sees you. Full stop. Like, rewind sound effects stop. Her jaw drops, her eyes go wide, and sheâs just standing there with a completely dumbfounded look on her face.
âWHO LET YOU LOOK LIKE THAT?!â she yells, pointing at you like itâs your fault. And then, without waiting for an answer, sheâs giggling and spinning around you like a little tornado, tugging at your outfit and gushing about how good you look. But itâs Jinx, so sheâll probably throw in something like:
âI could never wear thatâIâd blow it up in five minutes. BUT YOU?! Youâre, like, my shiny bombshell baby now!â
Vi
Okay, so Vi acts all tough and cool, right? But when she sees you? Girl is GONE. She leans back in her chair, smirks, and tries to play it cool.
âDamn, babe, whereâs the fire? Oh waitâitâs YOU.â
She totally thinks sheâs being smooth, but her ears are turning red, and she cannot stop staring. Sheâll make some excuse to touch you, too, like fixing a stray hair or adjusting your jacket, just so she can get a closer look.
âYouâre killinâ me here,â she mutters under her breath, and yeah, sheâs absolutely whipped.
Sevika
You walk into the bar looking too good, and Sevikaâs mid-drink when she sees you. She chokes. Like, literally sputters into her glass because she was NOT READY. She tries to recover, clears her throat, and narrows her eyes at you like you did this on purpose.
âAlright, who are you trying to impress?â she teases, but her voice is all low and growly, and sheâs totally jealous of anyone else who gets to see you looking like this.
If youâre lucky, sheâll slide an arm around your waist and pull you close, her mechanical arm whirring a little as she leans in to murmur, âYou keep lookinâ like that, Iâm gonna have to start a fight just to keep peopleâs eyes off you.â
Silco
Silcoâs usually composed, right? All cold, calculating power. But when he sees you, he goes silent. Like, dead silent. His heterochromatic eyes narrow just slightly, and you can tell heâs looking you over, taking in everything.
âImpressive,â he finally says, his voice smooth but with just enough edge to send a shiver down your spine. He doesnât say more because he knows you know exactly what heâs thinking, but the way his hand lingers on your arm when he passes you? Yeah, youâve officially ruined his ability to focus for the rest of the day.
Vander
Vander is polishing a glass behind the bar when you walk in, and the man literally freezes. The glass slips from his hand, clattering onto the counter, and for a moment, heâs just staring at you with this big, goofy grin on his face.
âLook at you,â he says, his voice all warm and soft, like he canât believe his luck. Heâs not one to gush, but youâll catch him sneaking glances at you all night, shaking his head like, How did I get so lucky?
And when you catch him staring, heâll just laugh and say, âCan you blame me?â
Ekko
Ekkoâs mid-sentence when you walk in, and he just stops talking. Like, whatever he was saying? Gone. Deleted. Replaced by you.
âUhâŚdamn.â He runs a hand through his hair, trying to figure out what to do with himself, because holy crap, youâre stunning. âOkay, but why are you trying to flex on me like this?â
Heâll pretend to pout for like two seconds before breaking into this huge grin and pulling you into a quick spin. âYou look incredible. Seriously. Youâre making it really hard for me to focus.â
Jayce
Jayce is a talker, so the moment he sees you, heâs throwing out compliments like confetti.
âWow. JustâŚwow. Is this legal? Youâre stunning. Gorgeous. Breathtaking. Should I keep going? Because I could keep going.â
Heâs like a golden retriever, so excited and genuinely in awe, and heâll definitely try to take like 50 pictures of you, âfor science,â but really just because he canât get over how good you look.
Viktor
Oh, Viktor is a mess. Like, full-on short-circuiting. He notices you immediately, but heâs so shy about it, he pretends to be focused on his work, even though the pen in his hand is hovering three inches above the page.
âYou, uhâŚyou look very nice,â he finally mumbles, his face going completely red. But when you catch him staring (because heâs DEFINITELY staring), heâll push up his glasses and awkwardly add, âI mean, you always do, but tonight, especiallyâŚuhâŚâ
Just kiss him already. The poor man canât handle it.
Caitlyn
Caitlynâs the type to notice right away but say nothingâat first. Sheâll just smile, that soft little oh, youâve outdone yourself this time smile, and let you catch her admiring you.
âYou look incredible,â she says, her voice calm but with just enough warmth to make your cheeks burn. Sheâll offer you her arm, all proper and elegant, and lead you into whatever event youâre attending, acting like itâs your moment to shine.
But donât let her fool you. Inside, sheâs absolutely glowing.
Mel Medarda
Mel is a queen, and she acts like one. So when she sees you, she doesnât react immediately. No, she takes her time looking you over, a sly smile playing on her lips.
âYouâre stunning,â she purrs, her voice dripping with admiration. âBut then, Iâd expect nothing less from you.â
Sheâs totally the type to dress even better next time just so you two can be the most powerful, glamorous couple in the room.
Ambessa Medarda
Ambessa doesnât do subtle. The moment she sees you, she lets out this low, appreciative hum, her eyes gleaming with approval.
âYouâve outdone yourself,â she says, stepping closer, her presence almost overwhelming. âItâsâŚintoxicating.â
Sheâll rest a hand on your shoulder, her grip firm but affectionate, and you can feel the pride radiating off her. She knows everyone else is looking at you, and she loves it.
Heimerdinger
âOh, my stars! My dear, you look absolutely radiant!â
Heimerdingerâs ears perk up, and his little mustache twitches with excitement. Heâll walk around you in circles, marveling at your outfit and making a bunch of overly enthusiastic comments about the âdesign workâ and âcraftsmanship,â even if itâs just a plain dress.
âYou must let me take a closer look at this fabricâitâs magnificent!â
Itâs adorable, really.
Salo
Saloâs not one to gush, but heâll give you this small, approving nod when he sees you.
âYou clean up well,â he says, his tone casual but with just enough edge to let you know heâs impressed.
If youâre lucky, you might catch him stealing a glance at you when he thinks youâre not looking.
Scar
Scar sees you and immediately whistles low under his breath.
âWell, arenât you a sight for sore eyes,â he says, his grin all crooked and playful. âWhatâs the occasion, doll?â
Heâll definitely tease you, but you can tell heâs really into it by the way he keeps sneaking closer, like he just canât help himself.
Maddie Nolen
Maddie is blunt, so when she sees you, she just blurts it out:
âDamn, you look good.â
She doesnât sugarcoat it, doesnât make it a big thing. But the way her gaze lingers a little too long? Yeah, sheâs head over heels.
Lest
Lest is normally composed, but the moment she sees you, she falters.
âYou lookâŚâ she pauses, searching for the right word, and then just gives up with a little smile. âAmazing.â
Itâs simple, but the way she looks at you? Like youâve hung the moon? That says it all.
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The Princess
Pairing: Mafia! Husbands! Poly! Ateez x Fem! Wife! Reader
Genre: Angst, a good chunck of fluff, a HINT of smut (no actual sex scenes of the sorts but theyâre quite sexual towards each other)
Synopsis: If ATZ were asked what their prized possession is, they wouldnât say what you think. It isnât the money, the cars, the jewels, the priceless paintings or anything of the sorts. As cheesy and unexpected as it sounds, they would answer each other. Now while on surface that is true, the reality of it is their most prized possession, their true treasure, the one they donât even dare let people know they have in true fear of it getting taken away, is you. Their Princess. So what would happen when one night, you donât come home?
Warnings: Kidnapping, major violence, implied sexual activity, death/murder (not of the major characters), alcohol consumption, Arson, MxM of course. So because of all of this please â ď¸MNDIâ ď¸ if I missed anything please let me know!
Word count: 5.3k words
A/N: Itâs finally here!!! My goodness you guys loved that teaser đ Iâm so grateful for all your enthusiasm! I hope this fic lives up to your expectations!! Happy reading!! Please tell me what you think! Likes, replies and reblogs are so appreciated!
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On one side of the outskirts of town, there is this mansion belonging to a very interesting group of people. As of this moment throughout the gargantuan mansion, the sounds of fast paced footsteps can be heard. While loud or fast paced footsteps like these werenât necessarily uncommon.
However somehow everyone who heard them deep down knew, something was wrong.
Suddenly said footsteps came to a stop as the sound of the door to the meeting room was opened.
Then the dreaded question was asked.
âMy loves, have any of you seen or heard from Princess?â
Silence.
Just like that it became nothing but silence as all discussions of work seems to halt after hearing Yeosangs question.
âIs.. she not home yet?â Seonghwa asked softly.
âWell.. I canât find her anywhere and sheâs not answering her phoneâŚâ
âWhat?!â Wooyoung exclaimed as he quickly pulled out his phone and called her number.
Yunho took a glance to the clock on the wall and saw how late it was.
âItâs past her curfew. She knows sheâs supposed to be home by now.â
âForget that! She knows to always answer us. And sheâs literally not answering us!â Wooyoung groans after the call goes unanswered.
âSheâs just supposed to go shopping again!â Jongho exclaims.
The rest of the men in the room were silent. Frozen in fear and contemplation of what happened to you and where could you possibly be.
Suddenly they hear the front door open.
Believing its you, they wasted no time and quickly rushed down. However what they find are only your body guards, bloodied and bruised.
You?
Nowhere in sight.
At the sight of their bosses, your guards quickly got on their hands and knees. A position that screams begging for forgiveness.
âS-sirs! Weâre sorry! So terribly sorry!! One second we were watching over her then the next we go-â
BANG
Hongjoong had no need for useless explanations or excuses.
His Princess was taken.
All he needs now is her back.
Mingi takes the gun from Hongjoongs hand and steps forward.
He kneels in front of one of the other guards and grabs him by the hair, positioning the gun under his chin.
âWhere?â
âD-downtown! The alley near her favorite Chanel store!â
BANG
Jongho then takes the gun and aims it at the last guard.
âSIR! Please no forgive me!! I will find her! I will-â
BANG
Protecting you and making sure you come home safe was these guards only job. And yet they have failed.
Now theyâve lost you and to them there is no greater sin.
As Yunho is cleaning the blood off of Mingiâs face, Seonghwa turns to the maids and the henchmen stationed in the room. Clearly terrified as theyâve never seen their bosses so angry.
âClean this up. We want this place spotless. Not a single trace of these sinners left behind. And get everyone to work. Find her. Check every corner. Turn every stone. Use any informant we have. Use any methods you can think of. Do what you must! And Find. Her. Now.â
With that they scrambled and quickly got to work.
Your husbands then left the room. Rage and determination emanating from their very being.
They will find you.
And those that took you will pay.
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At another mansion on the other side of town, much smaller than the one he calls home, San is residing. He's currently on an undercover mission to get information they need to get rid of this nuisance of a mafia.
This other group wasnât really a threat. No one was. However theyâve been getting on their nerves for far too long. So they intended to just wipe them out for their own comfort. Silently, quickly and deadly. Like they always do. Furthermore itâll maybe also send a message to other groups to not pull the same stunts.
So once they got wind of how the head of the mafia likes collecting and having âtoys' around no matter the gender they knew one of them had to play the part.
After careful consideration and discussion they agreed upon San.
No one was entirely happy with the idea. They hated the thought that San had to flaunt what was theirs and let another man touch him, possibly even kiss him.
However they knew their options to make this quick were very limited.
They all drew the line that San cannot sleep with him though. Not like San ever wanted to anyway. He would rather die before betraying his loves like that.
Thankfully San knew how to play his part well, where he was fun enough to keep around even if he had yet to sleep with the man. Plus he's too pretty of an eye candy to be let go anyway.
However he still needed to get this information quick, cause he knew he couldn't play celibate forever. The man will eventually want to force him to sleep with him.
So he needed to get out of there before that happens.
Currently San is in the living room in nothing but a fur coat and his boxers, as how the man requests all his toys to dress, with said man and the rest of his toys.
He's just drinking his whiskey as the man plays, wishing he was back home.
When suddenly the door was slammed opened and a girl was thrown to the ground.
"Sir, we've retrieved what you've asked for!"
One of the henchmen announced loudly.
San acted uninterested and nonchalant as he usually does until he glanced at and unfortunately recognized the poor girl on the ground.
..Princess..?
Why were you here??
How were you here???
Youâre supposed to be safe at home with the rest!
âAh yes. So this is ATZâs precious treasure.â The man said with a shit eating grin causing the diamonds in his teeth to shine in the light.
He then got up and made his way to kneel in front of you. The man then grabbed your chin to make you look at him.
San almost lost it.
How dare his filthy hands touch his Princess?! So roughly at that.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about. Let go of me you piece of shit.â You growled at him.
âAh ah.. is this the way you talk to the only one that can spare yo- UGH! Fucking bitch!â
Before he even finished his sentence you spat straight into his face.
In retaliation he gave you a hard slap, knocking you down.
There your eyes met San.
While to an outsider San seemed unbothered, you knew your husband. He was beyond mad. So mad that the devil himself wouldnât dream of messing with him.
You, of course, knew of his mission. So you understood why he had to just sit there and act like he didnât know you.
You werenât even upset.
You missed him too much. It was such a sight to see him again.
Especially in the outfit heâs in.
So you only give him the tiniest comforting smile. Letting him know that youâre okay.
âLock her up. ATZ will come and find her soon. Theyâll make the deal to get her back. And soon Iâll be the most powerful.â
As you were being dragged away, your eyes only lingered on San.
San could only take another sip of his whiskey, with only one thought in his head.
Oh how wrong this man was.
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âWhat do you mean you have no leads?!?â Mingi barked at the henchmen who gave him the update. Or lack there of.
âIâm sorry sir.. weâre still look-â
CRACK
âWe donât need your useless apologies. Get out there and FIND OUR WIFE. NOW!â Mingi didnât even let him finish before hurling a heavy desk ornament straight towards his head and yelling at him again.
Bleeding from the head but grateful it wasnât from a bullet hole, the henchmen hurriedly staggered over to give Mingi, Yeosang, and Wooyoung each a kiss on their rings that dawn their middle finger. Once the obligatory task of showing respect was done he left the room to continue searching for the lady of the household.
The room fell silent again as Mingi walks over to the big portrait of his husbands and you right in the middle. Smiling so wide and beautifully. Heâd do anything to make sure that smile stays forever on your face and for him to always see it.
All of them would.
Youâve only been missing for less than 24 hours yet thatâs longer than any of you have been apart these past few years without reason. Along with the fact that they knew you were taken forcibly, unease would be an understatement to describe what Mingi and the rest of them are feeling.
Then after a sigh, Wooyoung reached over and rung a bell that was on the desk. Which caused a maid with a tray of glasses and Wooyoungâs favorite bottle of liquor to enter.
Wooyoung took the bottle, disregarding the glasses and took a swig.
âHave we heard back from San? He needs to come home now. I already hated that he had to do this. Now with Princess gone, I need to know that heâs safe too. And Iâm sure heâd also want to find her.â Wooyoung rambled, jittery due to the present status of his lovers are up in the air.
âWe just sent the message to him. Heâll respond soon.â Yeosang sighed, trying to reassure him by also softly grabbing his hand. However he also then poured himself some of the liquor and took a sip.
Suddenly a rushed knock on the door was heard.
âCome in!â Mingi yelled.
âSirs! A message from Sir San!â A different henchmen hurriedly walked in and dropped a small note on the table.
âGood. Now leave.â Wooyoung said.
The henchmen nodded, also kissing the rings on their fingers before leaving.
Yeosang then took the note. It was only two words but it caused him to jump up from his seat. He bellowed for whoever was nearby to come in.
âGet Captain! We need to leave now!!â He ordered firmly.
âWhat?! What did he say?!â Wooyoung asked also jumping up.
âCausing Mingi to also step forward curiously.
Yeosang merely had to show them the note for them to understand.
âSheâs here.â
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Locked away in a small and quite frankly ugly room is currently where you are. Truth be told?
Youâre just bored.
You wanted to go home.
Thats all.
You knew the second you were taken your husbands will bring upon hell on earth. So youâre just waiting for that to happen.
Youâre not sure how they were able to figure out you were their wife in the first place though. Someone on your staff mustâve snitched. Well you can deal with them later.
Right now they just need to hurry and pick you up.
Ugh you bought such a pretty new dress to show off to themâŚ
Itâs probably ruined in that dingy disgusting alley by now.
Shame.
A loud thud can suddenly be heard outside of your locked door and it caused your heart to race. Soon the door unlocked to reveal the beauty that is Choi San.
âSannie!!â You chirped excitedly.
You leaped from the bed only to be pulled back.
âUgh! Stupid handcuff.â You grumbled. Completely forgetting it was there.
âOh Princess!!â San said as he made his way to you in a flash, quickly uncuffing you. With a key youâre not so sure where he got it from. A knocked out guard possibly. No matter though.
As now with your arms free you can finally engulf your husband in a big hug once again.
âOh my sweet darling! What happened?? How are you here???â He asked as he pulled away and checked every inch of you to see where you were hurt.
âIâm not sure my Sannie. One minute I was walking to the car then the next thing I knew these big oafs grabbed me and dragged me here. Iâm fine though love! I promise! Minor bruises and scratches is all..â You explained and try to reassure him.
You knew it was in vain though as even a microscopic scratch on you will cause any of your husbands to go on a rampage.
The fact your old butler is now six feet under for giving you a small cut is proof enough.
âPrincess.. youâre clearly hurtâŚâ San said with a sigh. âWeâre so sorry.. This shouldâve never happened.â He apologized softly stroking the bruise on your cheek.
âHush now my love. You know thereâs only one way I could ever possibly be considered hurt. And that is if anything were to ever happen to my precious husbands. Only then. Will I ever consider myself harmed.â Pure love and sincerity lacing your voice.
A voice San truly does miss. Itâs been weeks since heâs home. Oh how he misses it.
âWell itâs good to know the feeling is mutual darling. As seeing these bruises and scuffs on your precious skin brings me nothing but great agony and ignites a fire in me like no other.â He explained as he kisses each visible blemish and cut.
âDonât worry Princess. The others will be here very soon alright? Just sit tight. I need to get back to work to avenge you darling.â Once finished with his reassurance that your husbands are on their way, he finally gives you a kiss youâve been craving ever since he left the comforts of your home.
âOkay my love. Though do be quick. Iâm awfully bored. Oh and by the way..â You start as you softly trail your hand down his chiseled body. âYou should start dressing like this at home. Iâm sure the others would also very much enjoy it!â You giggle as your hand made it to his crotch. Cupping it.
Oh you missed the little twitch it does so much.
âAh yes, hmm your wish is forever my command Princess.â He replies with a chuckle. He then takes your hand and kisses the wedding band on your finger softly.
âI love you Princess. Iâll be back.â
âI love you too.â
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âAh yes. Mr. Jeong. Welcome to my humble abode! I see my offer finally has caught your eye.â
Yunho doesnât bother to reply before walking in.
âMy, how rude you are. But very well. Iâm sure youâre uneasy as.. something is missing.â The man then continues to taunt with a smirk.
Yunhoâs face remains stoic, however his fist clenches a bit tighter.
âI have no time for your games.â Yunho simply states before letting himself into the mans office. Yunho then sits down and tells the man to do the same. âState exactly what it is you want. Weâll talk from there.â
The man lets out a scoff before sitting down across from him.
He then claps his hand which causes a very familiar man to walk in to bring in a tray of drinks.
âThank you San.â The man says in a smirk, once again causing the diamonds in his mouth to shine.
San simply ignores him.
No longer seeing the need to act accordingly.
As San makes his way to leave, he gets stopped by a hand on his exposed abdomen.
âExcuse me. I donât believe Iâve given you permission to touch my lovely toys.â The man warns Yunho.
Who is simply admiring his husband.
âHmm⌠well, âyour toy.â Is quite the specimen I must say. Canât seem to help myself.â Yunho says with a smirk towards San, running his hand up and down his body.
Oh lord how much theyâve missed each otherâs touch.
With Sanâs back facing the man, he canât see the smirk that San reciprocates to Yunho. Yunho lets out a soft chuckle before taking Sanâs hand and kissing his ring finger. That was unfortunately currently empty.
âLeave San.â The man growls.
San does. But not before softly grazing his fingers across Yunhoâs broad shoulders.
âOdd.. he usually never lets anyone else touch himâŚâ the man mumbles to himself softly. Too stupid to realize whatâs going on.
âSo youâve stolen our Princess. Due to that you expect us to work with you. Is that it?â Yunho finally cuts to the chase.
âWell youâd do anything to get her back wouldnât you?â The man replies cockily.
âNaturally.â
âWell then work with me. Then Iâll set her free. Simple!â
CRASH
âYouâre a bigger idiot than we thought.â
Suddenly the sounds of bullets firing, screams and yells can be heard throughout the mansion.
The man, the coward he truly is, instinctively hides under the desk at all the noise. However that desks gets thrown off of him, revealing Yunho standing above him. Gun aimed straight to his forehead.
âRun.â
Without a second thought he books it out of the room. Only to be met with the bodies of his henchmen, maids and toys scattered about. Blood coating the walls and floors. He was frozen in shock. That is before a bullet goes flying near his head grazing his ear.
âAH!â
âI said. Run.â
The man once again runs, but also stupidly tries his luck and pulls out his own gun. Before he could even aim at Yunho, his gun was shot out of his hand.
âThe more you try to survive. The less likely itâll be the case. So when my husband tells you to run. You run.â Jongho simply states standing in the living room. Surrounded by dead bodies, shattered chandeliers, ruined paintings, and mangled musical instruments.
While he was devastated at the state of his fortune he was thankfully still smart enough to value his life more. So he began to rush again.
He thought that maybe he could take the shortcut that leads to his garage through his dining room. So thats where his running legs took him as bullets were still flying everywhere. So much so that he canât tell which came from his own men and which came from ATZ.
As he made it into the dining room he was only met with the sight of his most precious car on top of his dining table.
âOh? Were you planning on escaping with this? Hmm. That doesnât seem possible now does it?â Seonghwa taunts while sitting on the roof of the car.
âAll this over some girl?!?!â The man roars enraged of what has become of his hard work.
Seonghwaâs expression hardens in the blink of an eye. Without another word he stands and pulls out his gun then starts shooting at the man without mercy.
The man realizes his mistake too late and gets shot in the shoulder and grazed on the thigh. However the adrenaline pumping through his veins was still enough to have him dashing out of the room.
He no longer has a plan and getting slightly dazed from the blood heâs losing, heâs just trying to get out of there. He opens the nearest door to him hoping itâll lead to an exit.
Unfortunately for him, once again heâs met with a horrible sight and sound.
âAh! Youâve finally come to play!â Yeosang says with a smile laced with venom.
What the man has stumbled into is his indoor tennis courtroom. Where currently Yeosang and Yunho have gathered a bunch of his henchmen, somehow tied up their upper bodies, and made them into moving targets for their tennis practice.
Many of his henchmen had succumbed to their injuries and their blood has splattered and painted the walls, floor and ceiling.
Frozen in shock due to the gruesome display, Yunho took the opportunity to serve and strike a tennis ball straight to the mans face.
âWonderful shot my love!!â Yeosang cheers.
âYour turn handsome.â
Yeosang then wastes no time before doing the same and hitting the man right on the crotch.
âOops wasnât aiming for that but Iâll take it.â
âI would say you got a higher score than me.â Yunho chuckles.
This man still doesnât give up however.
Not like the boys wanted him too anyway. They always loved a challenge and this man hasnât even payed a fraction of his sins.
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After hearing the commotion thats happening outside your ugly holding room, you knew it only meant one thing.
Your lovely husbands are finally here to pick you up.
While the man that thought he could have his way by kidnapping you was being dealt with, the door to your room opened revealing your knights in shining armor.
Oh my! They look absolutely gorgeous in their suits.
If circumstances were any different you wouldâve happily have them take you right then and there.
âMy loves!!!â You screeched happily and skipped your way over to them.
âOh Princess!!!â Wooyoung exclaimed happily as he wrapped you up in his arms.
Seonghwa and Jongho doing the same.
âAre you hurt Princess??â Seonghwa asked worriedly. âOh my you are! Oh weâre so sorry darlingâŚâ Seonghwa didnât even let you answer.
âMy loves Iâm fine! I promise Iâm fine! I have you here, Iâm alright. Where are the others..?â You ask with a pout.
âOh theyâre dealing with pests right now Princess donât worry. It wonât take them too long.â Jongho says with a soft comforting smile.
âHmm alright.. are you three taking me home?â
âYes we are darling! Come no- goodness! what an ugly room they kept you in!! Our Princess doesnât deserve this?!â Wooyoung then exclaims when finally taking notice of the room. Genuinely upset that you were kept in such an ugly room.
âI know right?! Itâs so tacky!!â You say with an eyeroll. Seonghwa and Jongho can only chuckle at your antics.
The three of them then safely brought you outside. Where you were met with Hongjoong waiting patiently on the hood of the limousine.
Also looking immensely good. As in âplease fuck me right nowâ levels of good.
Alas.
Circumstances didnât allow it.
âJoongie!!!â You exclaim happily as you sprint to him.
Hongjoong quickly opens his arms for you. You jump into his arms as he picks you up and spins you around.
âOh our Princess.. we were so worried. Weâre so glad youâre okay!â Hongjoong sighs in relief.
âOf course Iâm okay! Youâre my husbands! Nothing will ever harm me!â You say with your gorgeous smile.
âYou were taken sweetie.. Weâre oh so sorryâŚâ
âOh enough with your apologies! Iâm fine! I promise Iâm fine! It seems like you guys constantly forget my vows! Now that hurts! You know Iâm only ever hurt when you guys are!â You remind them.
âWell the bruises on your sweet body may not hurt you but they do hurt us sweetie. So that makes it hurt you!â Wooyoung explains going off your logic.
âAlright smarty pants!â You huff.
âBesides! You all bruise me constantly! Do you not?â You tease.
âThose are different love.â Seonghwa says with a knowing glance and grin. Stepping closer to you.
âYou know that very well. Any bruising or scratches done to your skin that is caused by us is all because you wished for it. Done specifically for your pleasure.â Jongho says as he leans forward as well to kisses a certain spot under your jaw.
You quickly bit your lip to suppress the moan bubbling up your throat.
Once Jongho pulls away, and youâve calmed down, you look at all of them properly and smile.
âIn all seriousness Iâm fine my loves. I really am. Youâre here now. You saved me. Like I knew you would. What happened to me was not because of you. Someone betrayed us that Iâm sure of and we can deal with that later. Now can you all just take me home?â
âVery well our sweet.â Seonghwa says with a smile as he steps forward to kiss the crown of your head.
As you were about to enter the car you noticed Hongjoong still just standing there.
âMy love? Are you not coming with?â You ask.
âNot yet Princess. I need to watch over and there are things I must do. Go home with the others. Weâll be home soon.â He informs with a smile.
âHmm very well⌠Donât take too long though! Tell that to the others too! I miss my husbands!!â You grumble.
âAnd we miss you. No worries. Being away from you after everything that has happened aches me as much as you.â
âHmm alright. See you soon my beloved.â
With a final flying kiss goodbye, you enter the car with the rest. You all then drive off as Hongjoong turns around and looks at the mess he intends to finish.
Back in what was once a mansion, with the help of his henchmen that are still abled bodied and loyal to him. The man that caused all of this is executing a plan of escape.
They were finally able to sneak past all of the chaos that was still happening, to the last functioning escape car they know of.
Or so they thought.
Before they could even start the car. That wouldnât have worked anyway.
They noticed San standing in front of it.
With an expression none of them have ever seen.
âSan..?â The man questions as he thought San wouldâve been killed as well.
San without even thinking twice, pulls out his own gun and shoots the very last henchmen he had, dead.
Merely as second after their bodies slumped over, a fist slammed into the window of the mans side, cracking it.
âGet out.â
Laughed.
The man laughed.
Thats the only thing he can do in this situation.
Incredibly bloodied, bruised and broken.
With everything he had worked for.
Gone. In less than a 12 hours.
All because he thought he could kidnap you and get away with it.
He then finally got out and stood in front of Mingi.
Where Mingi happily grabbed him by the back of the collar and dragged him to the front of the mansion. Here he threw him down in front of the feet of his lovers that had stayed behind. Their sea of henchmen standing behind them.
Before Hongjoong even acknowledged him, he turned to San. Admiring his body that he missed as much as the others but then clicks his tongue. He grabbed the fur coat San was still wearing then asked.
âHe gave you this?â
San simply nodded.
Scoffing he tugs on it more, silently telling San to take it off as he takes his own off.
âNo husband of mine will wear such a cheap and ugly fur coat like this any longer.â He complains as he puts his coat on San.
Thankfully he wore the big sized one today. It fits San perfectly.
âH-husband..?â
âYes. Husband.â Hongjoong replies still admiring San but now also running his hand up and down his body.
Now these are the touches Sanâs been craving for all these weeks.
âOh which reminds me!â Yeosang exclaims before pulling out a familiar gold band.
Seeing this causes a huge smile to appear on Sanâs face and his eyes to light up.
As he did many years ago, Yeosang took Sanâs hand and slipped his wedding ring back right where it belongs. Kissing it to seal the deal.
âHmm. Much better. Oh also! You should start dressing like this at home.â The smirk never leaving Hongjoong as he says it.
âI agree.â Mingi states.
The other lovers humming in agreement.
San could only chuckle.
âPrincess said the same thing.â
âWell we must make it happen then.â Yunho said with a wide cheeky smile.
âWhat the fuck is going on?!â
Oh they forgot he was there-
âYou really did mess with the wrong people you stupid man.â Yeosang sighs bored of the man already.
âI have a name?!â
âWe clearly donât care. And it clearly wonât matter anymore.â Mingi says with an eyeroll as he flicks open a lighter.
âSo this is it? Youâre gonna set me on fire?â
âYes.â San says.
The mans eyes shot wide. Somehow not expecting the blunt answer.
âNot before you watch everything you have burn of course.â Hongjoong says as Mingi throws the lighter behind the man.
The lighter then lands in a trail of gasoline that leads to mangled furniture and fortunes that are strewn about, before leading to the actual mansion.
It doesnât take long until everything goes up in flames.
The man watches in agony as everything. Everything. Burns. He then turns to the men and curses.
âYouâve taken everything.. literally everything. Must you really kill me too?â The man asks somehow still trying to make it out of this alive.
âI wonât bother you again⌠Iâll just vanish. Live a quiet life please. You wonât gain anything from killing me. You got her back!!!â He bargains.
SMACK
âDonât even think about mentioning her again. No. Donât even think about her. Your mind is not worthy to have her in it.â Hongjoong says after slapping him straight across the face.
âYouâre right though. We wonât gain anything from your death. We wonât even gain satisfaction.â Yunho starts.
âHowever. Weâre merely just punishing sinners.â Yeosang continues.
âBefore you even bother. No. You havenât suffered enough. Not even close. But we couldâve done much more. So consider yourself lucky. As of now at least. As weâre sure in hell youâll suffer even more for what youâve done.â Mingi adds with a gleaming smirk.
âYou took our Princess. Your greatest sin and stupidest mistake. So for that. You must pay the price.â San explains further.
âTo put it simply. You gotta die.â Hongjoong finishes as he steps forward and grabs the mans collar.
ââCause you being alive is still a sin in itself. Why? Well... youâre still breathing her air.â
And with that, Hongjoong merely gives him one last shove. Making the man fall back into the flames.
His screams of suffering can be heard for miles. However due to his extensive injuries it didnât take long for said screams to just stop. Leaving nothing but the melody of crackling fire in the air.
Once that happened, Hongjoong lazily chucked in Sanâs old fur coat into the flames as well. Coincidentally the coat landed perfectly on the mans, now charred, body. This action actually made Yunho chuckle.
âOh. Like he needed that. Iâm sure heâs toasty enough.â Yunho commented sarcastically.
In turn causing everyone else to also let out a laugh.
âWell. Thought he might want to descend to hell wearing what he thinks is fashion.â Hongjoong reasons with a shrug.
.â§ď˝Ľďž: â§ď˝Ľďž: â§ď˝Ľďž: â§ď˝Ľďž: â§ď˝Ľďžâ§.
As the fire burned on ATZ and their henchmen just watched. Making sure everything gets burned to the ground. Took a while but it was beautiful in a way so they didnât mind.
Once the fire started dying down the sound of a car approaching was heard.
Odd.
They were supposed to wait at home.
The car came to a halt and then the rest of ATZ exited. As they walked up to ones who were watching, the henchmen parted straight down the middle to make way before returning to position.
The rest that just arrived now stand next to the others as they also tuned in to watch the fire.
âWerenât you all supposed to wait at home and keep Princess company?â Yeosang asked.
âWell we were. But we all missed you too much. And you know Princess loves watching the show. Plus.. she was getting needy for all of us.â Seonghwa explains with a subtle smile.
âAaah I see. Oh! But she shouldnât be breathing this much smoke though!â San says worriedly.
âRelax. We made her wait in the car. She can still view it well but she wonât be in harms way.â Jongho reassures before handing San a pair of pants.
âGood. Oh? Whatâs this? Youâre not enjoying seeing me like this like the others are Jongie?â San teases.
Jongho simply rolls his eyes and ignores him. Biting the inside of his cheek hoping no one notices his flushed cheeks. Also trying to not look down at Sanâs bulge.
âI think he just doesnât want to be distracted. This is the first time weâve seen you in weeks Sannie. We missed you very much. You and your sexy body.â Mingi says as he nudges Jonghoâs shoulder.
Jongho just softly nudges Mingi back.
âJust say you miss my cock.â
âWe all do.â Wooyoung chirped in with a smack to Sanâs ass.
A couple of hours past before the fire finally dies down and the smoke begins to clear.
Their work here is finally done.
And just ust like that the car door then opens.
Then out walks you, their Princess, wearing one of your newest most lavish and expensive dress in your favorite color. Youâre also all dolled up just for them.
At the sight of you exiting the car, the sea of henchmen that were still standing behind your husbands, quickly part to make way like before. However this time, they also got down on their knees, head down, in respect.
As they should.
âWhat a beautiful sight! Oh my loves you outdid yourselves with this one!â You praise them giddy as if you werenât talking about the scene of a gruesome massacre.
âAn appropriate punishment for such a sinner donât you think Princess?â Hongjoong asks as he takes your hand.
âI suppose.â You hum as you stand beside him.
âNow that youâre done, can we please leave? Iâm hungry!â
âAh! One more thing before we leave!â Hongjoong announces as he walks towards the ashes.
In said ashes, there lies the skeleton of the man that started all of this. With a wide smirk on his face, Hongjoong carefully crouches down and picks up a small but very sparkly diamond from the teeth of said skeleton.
Hongjoong, smirk not faltering even a bit, makes his way back to you and takes your hand.
âWhat do you think princess? Shall we customize you a new ring?â He asks showing the diamond.
âOh my! Yes please! Oh! And check for any more jewels that are left behind in these ashes and rubble! We shouldnât let such pretty things go to waste.â
âOf course darling.â Jongho starts before turning his attention to the men that were still on their knees before you.
âYou heard her.â
âYES SIR!â
Like that they all got up, bowed to you once more before rushing to the ashes where a lavish mansion once stood. In search of anything shiny that might please you.
âHmmm can we pleeeasee eat now?â You ask with a pout.
âYes we can our Princess. Yes we can.â Seonghwa tells you with a smile as they all lead you back to the car.
âCan we go to my favorite place tonight?â
âAnything for our Princess.â
.â§ď˝Ľďž: â§ď˝Ľďž: â§ď˝Ľďž: â§ď˝Ľďž: â§ď˝Ľďžâ§.
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I'm curious, based of your experience, what is your first impression of each rising sign ??
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Personal experiences with the rising signs
Note that these do not reflect the entirety of those with the rising signs mentioned, these are just my personal opinions of people I've met in real life with these placements.
ŕšŕŽ Aries risings:
All the aries risings I've met up to this point are very direct. They look like they bite but really don't. Also, a lot of them kind of look & act like a dumbass (in the best way possible). The edge lords with no filter, no patience, no tolerance, but most of all no bullshit.
If they call you an ass that's a term of endearment lmao. Sarcasm is their love language, jokes and wit are their strong suits. They're the ones that will debate you just for fun (the guys especially).
Intense, passionate and lively. They always look mad for some reason but they swear they aren't. It's like their eyebrows are just angled that way naturally. I love being around them though. It's always refreshing.
First impression in a single sentence: Annoyingly charming.
ŕšŕŽ Taurus risings:
Literally the most patient and chill people I've ever met. Super friendly, slightly dorky. Perhaps it's because I have Taurus in my 3rd house, but I'm usually at ease around them. Although, sometimes it's rather awkward when we run out of things to say lol.
I'd say they are the goofiest people I've ever met.
First impression in a single sentence: Fun but kind of awkward.
ŕšŕŽ Gemini risings:
Very talkative. Very friendly. Always seem to have some sort of new gossip or topic to think about. They do tend to be a bit two-faced at times especially when it involves gossiping, however I've noticed that if they have sun or moon here they are rather passive aggressive. By that I mean they don't "split faces" or pretend to like something as much compared to those without it. How do I say it .. they have more integrity?
It's not like all the gossip is bad, sometimes they comment on the right stuff but just hide their distaste rather than facing any sort of confrontation.
Maybe it's because my 4th house is Gemini, but I sort of have a hit or miss relationship with Gemini Suns & risings. They tend to "mother" me quite often. Perhaps they remind me of some traits my mother has? Both good & bad. I tend to have a love hate relationship with them for some reason, but I don't dislike Gemini.
There's sometimes this codependent feel whenever I'm around them. But Gemini moons? Those are my bffs lmaoo.
First impression in a single sentence: Gretchen Wieners
ŕšŕŽ Cancer risings:
The sweetest most genuine people I've ever met, regardless of their gender. They are always honest with what they're trying to communicate. (Although most cancer risings I know have either sun or moon in the first house)
Note: I'm realising now I know quite a handful of people with sun/moon in their 1st house.
First impression in a single sentence: "I can't believe people like you still exist."
ŕšŕŽ Leo risings:
Omg. They are super friendly & very caring. They definitely are divas in their own right. Very expressive especially when it comes to their makeup or looks. They love accessories, and outfits that stand out.
I have a leo rising friend with moon & jupiter in her 1st house. Girl, lemme tell you she is extra. Contact lenses, head accessories, heels, the works. She's very confident of herself as well. Posting videos & photos of herself often.
There is a bit of a temper but it's not that prominent & doesn't really last long either. Still, I've never met a single Leo rising that is selfish. Self obsessed yes, but not without the heart to match.
First impression in a single sentence: The bigger the hair the bigger the heart.
ŕšŕŽ Virgo risings:
Edge lord II. There are three types of virgo rising that I usually meet. The self deprecating, the self obsessed perfectionist & the one in the middle.
On one hand, they are a super deadpan, no bullshit typa person then on the other, they are extremely self focused and sensitive towards judgement but super judgemental themselves. Then on the otherr other hand, they couldn't care less about what you think.
Very analytical, as you'd expect from Virgos. I always notice them looking around or at me trying to evaluate their surroundings lol. I appreciate their sense of thoughtfulness.
If they're nice, they're really nice but if they're immature or have issues with confidence or control especially then it's very evident. Still, I don't dislike them by any means. Virgo is my descendant I guess I'm a sucker for an edge lord lmaoo. Maybe that's why I keep marrying Sebastian in Stardew Valley.
First impression in one sentence: Okay Sasha Fierce/ 'cause tonight will be the night that I will fall ferr yeww ovar againnâ âŞ
ŕšŕŽ Libra risings:
They are usually very sweet & open to communication. The ones I've met in real life are very intuitive, or at least are somewhat of a deep thinker. However, some of them tend to judge things based on looks quite fast lol. Other than that though, they usually have very good (fair) judgement & good values.
They are usually very pretty (conventionally attractive). With symmetrical oval shaped faces and a gorgeous resting face. They just look like an ad.
However, I have a housemate with a libra rising & aquarius degree and she's.. well you wouldn't expect her to be a Libra rising based on her looks. It's not like she's ugly, no. Her features just differ from what you'd expect from a Libra rising.
Also, she tends to be rather biased at times. Saying that one thing is bad, but she acts on something else which isn't "applaudable" by any means.
First impression in a single sentence: Clueless' Cher meets Karen Smith
ŕšŕŽ Scorpio risings:
These are the asian baby girls or "goth chicks". Their favourite colour is usually black or purple. Normally I see them with tattoos or dyed hair. These are my people though, they are very inquisitive. A lot of the scorpio risings I know like to ask questions. Sometimes very.. strange or intense questions.
I love how genuine they are to themselves however, speaking their mind and expressing their feelings through their expressions. Some of them tend to be... Reclusive? They see themselves as this dark entity, either too smart for the others to comprehend or dismissive of what people have to say about them.
Although, I've never met a scorpio rising who isn't slightly obsessed with themselves lmao.
First impressions in a single sentence: I bet they listen to Mitski & Lana Del Rey.
ŕšŕŽ Sagittarius risings:
I feel like people tend to sleep on how attractive Sagittarius risings are. Like, they're giving face, body, curves and everything in between. I have an older friend (27-28) and she's just so pretty. Especially when she smiles. Ngl but I did side eye her man a couple times during their wedding.
Usually very active outdoors as well.
Most of the guys I've met with this placement are rather religious. Like, the type to debate over it. The men are quite preachy (at least the ones I've met are). Most of them are reliable and fun to be around. Certified yappers.
First impression in a single sentence: The bigger the brain the hotter the person, I just hope they don't get too big now.
ŕšŕŽ Capricorn risings:
Usually, the people I met with this placement give a pretty cold attitude towards the things around them. Their muscles on their faces are usually tense or there's this resting b face there. Sometimes they look like they're in a hurry to do something but you see them doing nothing in particular after lol.
They look like they've got shit to do & their lives together. Either that or they look rather unmotivated lmao. When you're talking for the first few times, there's usually no expression on their face. They'll just blink every now & then.
They are competitive too which is something you'd normally expect from an Aries more than anything.
First impression in a single sentence: "They are so practical."
ŕšŕŽ Aquarius risings:
Weirdest mfs alive. Both male & female. Also tend to be the loudest (but differs depending on the degree it's in), though still charming in a way. They tend to be very chill and always down to hang with whoever. Usually always laughing at their own jokes or something they thought of randomly. They tend to be very intuitive, although it manifests differently with every aquarius rising I've met (whether their focus is on society or themselves). There's this tunnel vision aspect as well. They are genuine to a fault lol. The ones I've met personally are a little wild or quirky, always doing their own thing.
Very opinionated usually. Always trying to look at the big picture.
First impression in a single sentence: "I mean, if it works for you great."
ŕšŕŽ Pisces risings:
They are a little erratic, a little strange and other worldly in a way. When you look at them, at times you'll notice that they aren't really there. Their interests are always different from the people around them.
Some of them tend to have this victim mentality to them, but I think it's just because most of the ones I met were when I was younger. They're probably just as immature as other kids at the time.
Very spiritual regardless if they follow any specific religion or not, I've never met a pisces rising (or w the degree) that isn't open to the idea of a higher power or karmic cycles. This seems to be true especially as they grow older. They also always have some sort of connection to music.
First impression in a single sentence: "I wonder if their mind is at Jupiter right now"
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I'm not preaching, which is what you seem to be doing with your appeals to emotion. I told you there are sources out there to find and they're all perfectly accessible. Khelif, like all people with DSDs, is not related to trans issues at all, so I don't really see much point in continuing with that avenue of conversation. It seems to mean a lot to you, so please by all means go find the sources that you're demanding I find for you.
If people didn't have it out for trans gals, why is the worry about getting estrogen an issue? Why is getting puberty blockers an issue?
"Trans gals." Yuck. You sound like a 45-year-old autogynephile.
Maybe there's a worry about getting estrogen because people tend to catastrophize. Or because men (and women) don't actually need to take cross-sex hormones, because it's not proven to help gender dysphoria or accompanying mental health conditions.
Maybe getting prostate cancer drugs - aka "puberty blockers" - is an issue because children should not have their puberty blocked, lest they end up with osteoporosis, emotional and mental stunting, and under-grown sex organs, an inability to ever orgasm, and further mental health issues not cured by the magical drugs shilled by gender clinics.
But that might just be me.
Gender doesn't mean ANYTHING in the purely literal sense.
Great, so why are you trans?
It's some idiotic concept someone came up with eons ago. But then why should you care how people identify within that social construct?
I see my thoughts about selfish and uncaring people taking away spaces and rights from women and girls made 0 impact on you. Unsurprising.
Gender is not something "someone came up with." It is a societal structure that has always benefited male individuals and left female individuals oppressed. Because of gender, women are thought to be weaker, dumber, less deserving of education, unable to own property or have their own money, get jobs, or even in some places, unable to be around males without wearing full-body coverings.
I don't care how people "identify," because I know that "identify" means "isn't." If you have to tell me you "identify" as a woman, okay, great. What are you identifying with? Which woman are you identifying with? Women are adult female humans, and while we're all different, the one thing we all have in common is being female. So what exactly is there to "identify" with?
You're right. Gender was (possibly, I haven't done enough research to verify) created to keep women down. That's despicable.
Yes, you're very definitely 14.
And now gender is "despicable" - great, so why are you trans? Seems weird to want to play directly into the hands of a social construct that oppresses women and was literally just described as you by "despicable."
And if you stand with us, you can help make sure that someday, gender means nothing more political or oppressive than a name, or a haircut. Or you can stand against us, and reinforce the idea that gender is the measure of someone's worth. Someone born a girl, in the truest sense, isn't any less of a person than a boy and doesn't have any less potential. So then why should someone born a boy not be able to stand with her sisters and try and make the world a better place, one voice at a time? Birth conditions isn't what makes a person. It's what comes after.
Radical feminists believe that gender is immaterial, because biological sex is how women are oppressed. Women can have any haircut or any name - being female is how "gender" oppresses. I don't believe gender has any worth. I don't believe in it.
Someone born a girl "in the truest sense" doesn't have any less potential than a boy, but around the world that girl is more likely to be aborted before she's born, left to die once she's born, have her genitals mutilated, married off to an adult male, never learn to read, die in childbirth, have to avoid males while she menstruates, face rape and domestic violence, and have her rights voted away by males. So no, it's not anyone's "gender" that determines their potential - it is oppression on the axis of sex.
Birth is literally what makes a person. I know you thought you killed it with that line, but you literally need to be born to be a person.
So Miss @cordycepsfem, please stand with your fellow sisters, cis AND trans, and help us make the world a more livable place for an woman. I believe in you.
Males aren't my sisters. You want to go all out for trans rights - have a ball. Fix everything for trans people. It's noble and you'll definitely have my support.
But it's not women's job to make the world more palatable for males of any kind. Feminism is not the "all rights matter" movement. It is for women and girls, and it will be the means by which the world is made safer for them.
"Trans women are actually women for real, not in a metaphorical sense, not in a "anyone can be anything" sense, but genuinely actually make more taxonomic sense to classify in the category of women than any other group" is a position you'll find is pretty radical even in queer spaces
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kerosene // ellie williams
*シăďžď˝Ľ* summary: the setup of a slow burn between you and ellie.
*シăďžď˝Ľ* pairing: jackson!ellie x reader
*シăďžď˝Ľ* content: sfw
*シăďžď˝Ľ* length: 1.7k
so... this actually started out as NOTHING. i planned for it to be nothing. just me, my pages app and my love for jackson!ellie & that fuck ass hoodie against the world. howeverrrr i may or may not have written almost 10k so far that i'm planning to split up (and continue) into an ongoing series just focusing on you and ellie living in jackson, spending time with your friends, slowly falling in love. real piners rise
god i just love jackson ellie so much. her little nerdy cocky self
the idea of being friends and pining over each other for literal years because youâre both too scared to say anything⌠catching the other staring, having a few little moments here and there but chalking it up to nothing because you both donât believe the other would see you like that.
and then she starts dating cat and youâre just like welp. guess this is really never ever gonna happen after all. you let yourself mope for a while, not wanting to go out as much for fear of seeing them together and feeling that strange pang in your chest â just overall being weird and avoiding ellie. you feel silly, really, locking yourself away and listening to sad music over someone you were never even with.
you selfishly hope it doesnât last long, that itâs just a fling, but when months go by and theyâre still together, you come to some sort of acceptance. you even date someone else for a short while to try and take your mind off of her, but quickly realize youâre just searching for scattered parts of her in someone else. and something in your gut tells you that while nothingâs wrong within the relationship, it just doesnât feel right. doesnât feel like itâs supposed to.
meanwhile, ellieâs mindset was that she never really saw you as attainable in the first place. and she did genuinely really like cat, so when she initiated the relationship, sheâd be lying if she said she wasnât excited to see where it went. you were always at the back of her mind, though. she didnât like the way youâd distanced yourself. you were never best friends, but definitely fairly close. she felt the switch almost overnight, the way you stopped going out of your way to talk to her, stopped asking her to tag along when you'd hang out with jesse and dina. she didnât know what your deal was. the thought that you might be jealous did cross her mind, but she quickly swatted it away. why would you be jealous? itâs only her.
when you started seeing someone yourself, it was like confirmation. nothing was ever gonna happen, you werenât jealous; how could any of that be the case when you were right there, with someone else? she cursed herself for even thinking about any of it, guilty conscience thick when her mind would then turn to cat. she knew she shouldnât be deliberating whether you were jealous, whether you liked her, whether anything could ever happen between you, when she had a girlfriend.
she tried her hardest to push you out of her mind whenever youâd arise. she still saw you around, sometimes alone, sometimes with your girlfriend. youâd talk pleasantly, share a few laughs, but it wasnât like it used to be.
and then one day, when sheâs on her way home, she sees you by yourself. youâre sitting under a tree reading, headphones in. she canât help but notice you look a little melancholy, like you donât want to be bothered. she deliberates on whether to disturb you or not, stopping, then going to walk away, then stopping again. against her better judgement, she wanders over to you and nudges you gently with the side of her foot.
you look up, offering a small smile and tugging your headphones out. âhey.â
âhey.â ellie mirrors you, shooting back a soft smile of her own. a beat of slightly awkward silence passes as she tries to think of the reason she actually came over. she doesnât even have one.
âwhatâs up?â you ask after a few seconds.
âuh⌠not much. just⌠uh⌠wanted to say hi.â
the corner of your mouth quirks into a slight smirk. âwell⌠you just did.â
ellie breathes out a quiet chuckle, bringing her hands together to mess with her fingers. âvery funny.â she pauses, then hesitantly crouches and sits beside you. âwhatcha reading?â
you turn the cover so that she can see it. âmystery book,â you say, eyes flitting between ellie and the novel, before you rest it back in your lap, starting to lightly read again.
âyou want me to tell you who the killer is?â
you chuckle, looking back up at ellie. âsure, take a stab at it.â
ellieâs eyebrows raise slightly. âpun intended?â
you tilt your head, raising an eyebrow as you realize what you just said. ânope. guess iâm just too witty.â
she looks down and smiles lightly, before looking up at the sky in feigned thought. she clicks her fingers. âitâs the priest.â
you let out a laugh. âthere isnât even a priest in it.â
âthatâs what you think,â she quips back, feigning seriousness. âhe will be introduced in⌠43 pages.â
you roll your eyes, unable to hold back a smile. âshut up.â
ânope. wanna hear some more of my predictions? 100% accuracy guaranteed.â
âsure.â
â⌠youâre in a shitty mood,â ellie says matter-of-factly, before her voice softens. âseriously, you good? you look allâŚâ
she trails off, gesturing at you slightly.
you chew at the inside of your cheek. truth be told, you are in a shitty mood, but you didnât realize it was visible. plus, you donât really want to talk about it. especially not to ellie, of all people. âyeah, nah, iâm fine.â
she just gives you a look in reply â one to say, âiâm not stupidâ. to which, you let out a small sigh and shake your head. youâre not good at lying to ellie. âokay, i guess i may be in a⌠tiny bit of a slump.â
she shuffles a bit, leaning back on her hands. âwhy? whatâs wrong?â
you pick at your nail, pausing. âi donât know, man. just⌠yeah. stuff.â
âwhat kinda stuff?â
you curse her in your head for pushing, but simultaneously feel a pulse in your chest that she cares. you donât particularly want to talk to ellie about your relationship. or lack thereof. it feels embarrassing, for some reason. in the end, you let out a small, defeated sigh. âugh. just⌠so⌠iâm not with you-know-who anymore.â
ellie raises her eyebrows, trying to ignore the way she feels selfish relief. âdamn. that sucks.â
you shrug. âi suppose so.â
another awkward pause occurs as ellie tries to think of what to say. comforting people has never really been her forte, but she wants to try for you. plus, sheâs curious. ââŚwh-what happened?â
you look up, eyes flitting around the scenery, pulling a small face as you think. ânothing, really. just⌠wasnât working. like⌠didnât really feel right, yâknow?â
she quirks an eyebrow, looking sideways at you. âso it was you, huh?â
you let out something between a breathed out chuckle and a groan. ââŚyeah. i felt really mean.â
âdamn. youâre ruthless. heartbreaker,â she teases deadpan in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
to which, you roll your eyes and snicker, the smile lingering on your face. even in the worst mood, youâd noticed, ellie could always make you laugh somehow. âshut up. it wasnât like that.â
âthen what was it like?â
you shrug lightly, toying with the cover of your book. âi donât know. went as best as it could, i suppose. i have nothing against her, nothing happened, it just⌠yeah. like i said. wasnât right.â
ellie hums in acknowledgment, looking away in thought. her silence feels a little uncomfortable, driving you to babble on. âi donât know, sheâs nice and everything, but it just felt like we were kind of⌠wasting each otherâs time. i didnât see it actually going anywhere. i know weâre still young, and⌠yâknow, itâs hardly like we have to marry each other or whatever. but something just felt missing. i donât know.â
you glance at ellie briefly, then back down at your book, tracing the cover art with your fingertip. âlike⌠you and cat. you guys seem happy. what does that feel like?â
she feels a little taken off guard. sheâs not used to talking about this with anyone; anyway, nobodyâs ever really asked. she shifts, sitting cross legged and leaning her forearms on her thighs, messing with her hands. âuh⌠i donât know. i havenât really thought about it.â
you furrow your eyebrows slightly. not really the reaction you were expecting. âoof. what does that mean?â
ellie lets out a drawn out hum, wrinkling her chin. â⌠i donât know. i suppose it just feels⌠hm. itâs just⌠what it is. i guess.â
you pull a face, blowing air through your nose. âwow. donât get too sappy on me, now. youâre gushing.â
her eyes roll in response to your sarcasm, a lopsided smirk on her face. âshut up.â
you mirror her smile, meeting her eyes for a few seconds, trying to shove down the way it burns a hole through you, makes your chest feel like itâs constricting.
the moment is broken by a call of ellieâs name. you both automatically look up, spotting cat strolling over with a bright smile on her face.Â
âspeak of the devil,â you murmur jokingly, turning to look back at ellie briefly.
she scoffs in response, moving to stand up. when cat presses a small kiss to her lips in greeting, resting a hand on her arm, you avert your eyes.
cat looks down at you, offering a soft smile and a wave. âhey.â
âhey,â you reply, looking back up. you did really like cat. you werenât necessarily friends, but she was cool, and funny, and always nice to you. you flit your eyes between her and ellie as she turns back, addressing her girlfriend.
âi was on my way to yours. we still watching a movie tonight?â
ellie looks down at you, then back at cat, an unreadable expression on her face. âuh⌠yeah, yeah. for sure.â
cat smiles at ellie, taking her hand and lightly swinging it between them. â⌠well, weâll leave you to it,â she says to you.
you nod slowly. âyup. catch you two later.â
you wave half-heartedly at them both as they walk away hand-in-hand, free hands returning the gesture. you busy yourself with putting your headphones back in and choosing a new song, but if you were looking up, youâd have seen ellie look back at you. twice.
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bride to be - father charlie mayhew
content: 18+ !! mdni !! father charlie mayhew x female reader, coercion/dubcon, religious guilt, degradation and praise, slapping, crying, fingering, abuse of power, innocent!virgin!reader, toxic!pervy! charlie, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected (donât be dumb yall), kinda breeding, size kink if u get a microscope
wc: 4.8k (sry i went a lil crazy)
a/n: hi yall this is literally my first fanfic ever ! drew some inspo from @hoffmansgirl @tokyoghls & @lucyisdoingfine
sundays were your favorite days. you were a good little church mouse. eager to serve. eager to please, always wearing white to early morning service. it was evidence of your innocence. father charlie always says your innocence is precious. valuable. your bible study together always left you so impressed, how a man can look at one paragraph and be able to take away so much. you had reached out to a deacon at the church, inquiring about some guidance in the word, expecting to be put in contact with a nun-in-training with less important things to do. thatâs how you wound up in the priestâs office every sunday night. he said he needed to âconnect more with his congregants.â Â he knew you would believe it, and so would your parents.
the calming bustle of churchgoers finding their seats was abruptly cut off by the deep, layered boom of the organ, signaling the beginning of the service. you shift in the wooden pew, brushing your dark curls over your shoulder and adjusting the lace strap of your dress, preparing your heart to hear the word of god. the vibrations rattled deep within your chest, making you clutch the diamond cross adorning the center of it. the spotlight snapped on, an oval of light encompassing the priest as he eyed the pews almost nonchalantly, his vacant eyes wandering as he approached the pulpit, clearing his throat.
âbrothers and sisters, we serve a just god,â his veiny hands gripped the worn oak of the stand, turning pale red as he supported himself, leaning forward toward the parishioners. you sat in the front row, eyes wide and glazed over as if you were looking at the god he spoke of.
âconfront the reality of your desire, of your sin. because as we see in his word this morning, the wage of our sin is death.â he paused, letting out a heavy breath and loudly thumping his bible before shooting his empty gaze at you.
âwhat would your heart look like,â his chest fell ever so slightly, almost defeatedly, âwhen stripped naked before a holy god?â
charlie knew he was preaching to himself, coddling his guilt with verses as he always did. this wasnât a message for the church, but rather for him. desire was a reality he needed to confront. the service slipped by as you hurriedly took notes in pink glitter gel script with doodles lining the sides.Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Ë ŕźâĄ â・Ëromans 6*:ęŤ:*+ďž.
âthe lord be with youâ
âand with your spiritâ
applying a fresh layer of lip gloss, gathering your bible and smoothing the back of your dress, you and your mother shuffle out of the pew. your shoes tapping on the marble as you all headed towards the stained-glass doors where father charlie stood talking to the other congregants as they left.
âmrs y/l/n, always good to see you.â he remarked, giving a venerating nod toward your mother as the two of you stopped in front of him.
âfather, beautiful service as always.â she said through a smile, leaning in to give quick air kisses on each side of his face. she looooved her some father charlie. you really are your mothers daughter. âso hows bible study goinâ with you two?â she mused, motioning to the both of you limply with her hand before placing it on her hip. his eyes snapped to yours, hands clasped behind his back as he anticipated your words, searching for reassurance in your expression.
âvery well. weâve been going through the old testament, some hard stuff. sheâs a good listener.â he replied. your face stayed neutral, but inside, your nerves were tangling into knots.
âdid you see both of christieâs girls got engaged? and joeâs daughter. got me thinking about y/n, her future.â your mother went on. charlie gave you a stern look as you rolled your eyes and hid your face in your hands.
âshe has a lot to learn still. being a wife, i-i canât say sheâs ready. sheâs so blessed to have the guidance of a godly man like you. just, uh, help her out.â she continued with a cheeky smile, patting the priest on his bicep.
now twirling a piece of hair between your fingers, you steal a passing glance at the father as your mom ushers you through the front door. âiâll see you at seven, okay?â his finger hovered down at you.
ây-yes father! see you tonight!â you called out, voice growing fainter as you were dragged away and out into the sunlight.
the last few months had been excruciating for him. every saturday night, he dreamt about what white dress you would choose to wear, what fragrance you would spritz on your neck. he had gotten you more comfortable over time. you were showing your personality, asking more questions, confessing more sins. he loved it when you confessed. he got high on the essence of your pure shame and desperation, pleading for help on what to do, crying to him about how guilty you were. he wrote about you in his sermons, dreamt about you, imagined you bent over his desk begging for it harder. this could be his opportunity to make a real woman out of you. your motherâs words echoed in his mind as he wandered through the convent. he was determined to make you the perfect godly wife.
the orange hue of the sunset beamed through the windows on each side of the chapel, casting shadows that danced with the movement of the trees and birds flying by. the bright white of your lace-lined dress in the sunlight nearly blinded charlie as he emerged from a side door, hidden away by velvet curtains.
ây/n, just on time, as always.â his welcome was steady and warm as he approached nearer, a hint of a smile touching his lips.
the parallel clicks of his red leather boots and your kitten heels filled the still air of the room, each step slicing through the reverent silence.
âof course father, i wouldnât miss itâ you answered, looking up at him as you walked side by side to his office. his hand found its way to the nape of your neck as he led you, the softness of your tan skin and the scent of vanilla nearly making his eyes flutter. he was so wrong for this, but he didnât care. you had to learn one way or another.
 you took your usual seat in the black leather chair opposite him, only separated by a large wooden desk. bookshelves lined the walls. a small crucifix hang in the empty space above his seat. he sat, flicking around a ballpoint pen and thumbing through his bible which sat open on the desk.
âso,â he sighed as he leaned back in the chair, legs spread as his hands glided over the thigh of his black dress pants, âtonightâs one is really important. i took some time to think about what your mother said, and i agree." he nodded, "i think a girl of your age is ready to learn.â his pointer finger tapped slowly on his right knee.
âyes, father. i think so too. i just donât even know where to start.â
âwell thatâs where i come in,â he smiled, not like when he welcomed you in, it was different. almost predatory. âthatâs why iâm here, my child.â Â your eyes were glued to the floor, while his were busy surveying the curve of your hips as you sat. so soft. so perfect.
âwhat book are we gonna be in, father?â you asked absentmindedly, your long lashes brushing against your cheeks with each unhurried blink. you got comfortable in your seat as you opened your bible, pink faux leather full of sticky notes and neon-highlighted prophecies, promises, and judgments.
âweâll actually be flipping back and forth a bit tonight,â he explained, clearing his throat and adjusting his papers. âthe goal here is that you leave feeling prepared to be a wife, one that serves the lord, and her husband. do you understand?â
you nodded, your glossy eyes locked with his. âgood. can you go to colossians 3 verse 18 and read that for me, please, sweetheart?â
âwives, submit yourselves unto your husbands, as is fitting in the lord.â you read.
âyes, submission. the definition is skewed nowadays.â he muttered, waving his pen around musingly. âchrist did submit to father god, although the son has no less authority. you see?â he leaned forward, gripping the edge of his desk to stand up, circling to your side, bible in hand.
âgo to first corinthians chapter 7, it says âthe husband should fulfill his marital duty to his wife, and likewise the wife to her husband.â he chuckled lightly as you highlighted the verse in lavender. this poor girl has no fucking clue, he thought as he slid his papal ring off. thatâs what drew him to you in the first place. he reclined against the side of the desk, legs crossed at the ankle.
âwhat does that mean father? how will the duties of a godly woman change once sheâs married?â your pitch heightening with each question. âlike cooking and cleaning? are they the same for bo-â with a raised hand, he stopped you in your words.
âyes, y/n, yes. youâre eager arenât you?â he breathed out, a wide grin plastered on his face. âit does include domestic things but also emotional things. honest communication, faithfulnessâŚand physical things too.â he traced his words as he looked at you, âthatâs what really changes when you get married.â
his eyes lit up as your jaw went slack at the realization of what he meant.
âohâŚi see.â your shoulders slumping and eyes drifting to the marble floor. he could feel the disappointment in your sigh.
âwhereâd that smile go, sweet girl? whatâs wrong?â he chided, a faux frown on his face.
âi just, thatâs- i donât know.â you huffed, âhow am i supposed to know what to do on my wedding night? itâs just so unfair. an-and scary!â
âwell,â he let out a shallow breath, reaching out to tuck a silky strand of stray hair behind your ear, âi can help you with that too, sweetheart. if you let me.â his fingers curled around the nape of your neck, steady and with purpose. his eyes bore into you as he tilted his head, attempting to coax your gaze up towards him, but you couldnât bring yourself to meet them. the foreign heartbeat between your legs became a knotted bundle in your stomach, making you squeeze your thighs together. he traced his index finger down your collarbone, gripping the chain of your necklace between his fingers. he stopped, thumbing at the karats of your crucifix, lost in thought.
he drops the charm with cold indifference, then turns, pacing in circles. âfirst corinthians seven- thirty four. a married woman is concerned about the affairs of this world, how to please her husband.â the bass in his voice snapped you out of your daze, finally looking up to return frantic little nods and blinks.
âright, o-okay. but father,â you said, lowering your voice ,âiâm not married.â your eyes scanned around dramatically as if to search for witnesses, âwe-weâre not married.â
he neared you, placing both hands on each arm of the leather chair, trapping you in. âwe can pretend, okay? thisâll be how we conduct our lessons.â he could feel the heat of your breath mixing with the strawberry on your lips. âyour mother said you have a lot to learn.â he said almost accusingly, but full of pity. âno more questions, sweet thing. iâm here to guide you, remember?â his words were coated in a nauseating sweetness, seeping into your impressionable mind and persuading you to trust him.
the scent of his cologne was overpowering, making the glossy stain in your baby pink cotton panties worsen. he was only inches away, his shadow encapsulating you as his eyes roamed your face, gauging every reaction as he carefully crept his fingers to play with the lace hem of your dress. sundayâs best.
âhave you ever touched yourself, y/n?â
your breath caught in your throat. maybe this would have felt different from the safe shadows of a booth, but this confession was much different. embarrassment sent warmth rushing to  your cheeks as you looked through father charlie rather than at him. you nodded your head, âonly once.â you spoke, a broken kind of whisper. he was tracing spirals into your thigh, immediately pausing after hearing that you, the purest little flower heâd ever known, had snuck under her nightgown to play with her pussy. immediately and without moving his head, his eyes flicked up, a sick smile curling on his lips.
âyou poor thingâŚyou didnât cum?â he said with faux sympathy. your eyes widened, almost popping out of your head, as the cross resting just above your cleavage swayed with each breath. up and down. up and down. you shook your head, tears of vulnerability stung in your eyes. âheyâŚhey. itâs okay! we all start somewhere, right?â  he cooed, almost manic as his hand raised to pass a thumb over your blushed cheek. âi promise by the end of our sessions youâll feel prepared, yeah? the duties of marriage include knowing your own body. and your husbands. thatâs not a problem, is it?â his fingers laced with yours, thumbs tracing the valleys of your knuckles. your hand was so small in his.
âif thatâs what the lord calls me to do, i have to listen.â you choke out, a single tear falling down onto the freckles of your thighs. he had never given you a reason to be afraid, but you were, the heaviness on your chest becoming unbearable.
after a long pause and a heavy sigh he whispered, âi knew you would be a good girl, so obedient,â wiping the stain from your face. âget on your knees for me, like youâre gonna pray.â he mumbled, drunk off his own words. hesitantly, you rose and knelt to the floor, palms flat on your thighs as your frightened gaze fixed on the man before you. a man of god. a man you could trust.
âletâs get some practice in, okay?â
his voice was soft but left you understanding you had no say in it. he bent down, his fingers gently hooking the straps of your dress, sliding them slowly down your shoulders until the fabric gathered at your waist. you watched him as he did so, his frenzied eyes not matching the tenderness of his touch. he groans at the sight of your barely covered chest, lace and gems adorning your push-up bra. he undid his buttons with a swiftness youâve never seen before, now shirtless in front of you.
standing upright, he delivers two tiny taps to your jaw. light, but deliberate. urging you to open up. this was okay. you were husband and wife. the clinking of his belt being slipped off just sounded like wedding bells to you. by the time he shimmied and stepped out of his pants, you were spellbound - mind soft and yielding, ready to mold to whoever he needed you to be.
 your mouth lay half open, satin tongue hanging over your bottom lip and leaving it with a glossy sheen. standing over you, he grasped your jaw, tilting it up to guide you as he released a string of spit that connected his lips to your tongue as he hummed in approval. he clasped his thumbs on the band of his briefs until they fell around his ankles, freeing himself. your tears multiplied as you saw the inches slap onto his v line, twitching and bobbing in the air.
âsee, this is your fault. open up real wide fâme.â he huffed as his thumb went to align himself with your mouth, tapping the tip on your tongue. a confused whimper escaped your gaping mouth as he pushed his length further in. musk and salt sat on your tastebuds as he instructed you to tuck your lips, collecting your hair in his fist as you tried to gloss his entire dick with spit. he started off slow, seeing you furrow your brows and gag, looking up at him for approval. he thrust into you as he guided your head, the grip on your hair making your scalp burn. your moans of protest were muffled as he fucked your face, tears now streaming down your chest. you tried pushing at his thighs, digging your almond french tips into the muscle, but it only made him go harder.
ânuh-uh, youâre gonna have to learn.â
as his head massaged the back ridges of your throat, his large hands cupped each side of your head with a commanding grasp, forcing the tip of your nose to meet his happy trail and holding you in place. his chest glistened with sweat, heaving as he looked down at you with absent eyes. the room was humid as your nose drew in wet, shaky breaths, gagging around this thick length.
âdo you see now, why i have to do this to you?â he cooed, looking down as you struggled to breathe, blowing bubbles of slobber that collected at the base of his shaft. your face screwed as you sobbed and squirmed on the cold floor, dick down your throat. âyouâre wildly unprepared.â he hissed, shaking his head, unimpressed. âlook at you,â he spat, pulling you off, leaving you gasping for air as if each inhale would be the last. âwhy fight it?â grabbing your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker, all swollen and slick. you flinched at his touch. âa good wife isnât supposed to be defiant. we just read that.â he scoffed, âi donât even think you were paying attention.â
you clenched your eyes shut to avoid looking up at him, just shaking your head. âi was, i promise i was!â you attempted to cry out, but all that escaped was whiny mumbles.
 âno, no, look me in the face. give me some fucking respect,â he muttered, tightening his grip on your jaw, yanking it close. you forced your eyes open to meet his. breath hot on your lips, he was growing visibly more impatient. his irises were pure black, like that of a shark. one that could sniff out innocent little girls like human blood.
âi see righttttt through you, tryna hide behind your rosary, your psalms, your fucking dresses.â he mocked, hand leaving your face to tug the remainder of the lace mess down your legs, leaving you in your bra and panties. âbut i see you. i see what kind of slut you are. looking up at me in the pew, coming to my office until well after sundown. fuckinâ asking for it.â he stepped back, his narrow eyes examining you in disgust.
âfather- no i just, please,â you choked out, shame turning into stickiness between your legs.
âplease?! please what? iâm exposing your sin!â his voice rose to a yell, dragging his hands down his face before gesturing toward you dismissively as you sat motionless on the floor. âno manners whatsoever,â he sighed out. your face dropped as he tapped the wood of his desk. âcome, sit. spread those legs.â he commanded.
without thought, you rise from the floor and take a seat where he had told you to, ankles dangling in the air as you shyly open your thighs. anything to make him happy again. he bends over, gently running two fingers over your clothed pussy, noticing a wet mark right in the middle. âoh wow, i knew you wanted this,â he chuckled, holding one leg open while the other rubbed circles into your panties. âso wet, so ready.â Â
hiding your face in your hands, you watched through your fingers as he focused on the growing puddle in the fabric of your underwear, attention solely between your legs. âthis is the y/n i knowâŚmhm.. always so good for me. i donât know what got into you, huh?â he hummed. you could feel his words on the inside of your thigh as he continued to study you, making you whimper. before you could question anything, he was sliding the boyshorts past your knees, whispering praises as you kicked them off.
âfuck,â he moaned out, breathlessly admiring you while running his hands up your stomach to your chest. he traced the wire of your bra to the back, unclasping it with a pop and discarding it on the floor. your tiny, uneven breaths filled the air, giving way to quiet moans under his touch. he glided his hands on the underside of your thighs, spreading you gently with his index and middle fingers.
âawh, my pretty pink girl. so pure.â he spoke almost to himself as he bent over, playing in your folds. deep down, you knew you shouldnât let him do this. but it felt so good. and he knew best, right?
his fingers ran the wetness up and down your pussy before working in his middle finger, forcing you to hear yourself, how bad you really did want this. you gasped, sitting up on your hands and looking down at the priest who was now pumping his whole finger into you. words tangled on your tongue, babbling and moaning with furrowed brows.
âohh my god,â you managed to squeak out. he softly shook his head, never slowing down his pace.
 âno, baby. just me nâ you.â
he pulled his finger out, making you clench at the emptiness. encircling your slit, he lined up a second finger, slowly stuffing it into your leaky pink hole. you cried out, digging your nails into the wood of the desk and writhing against him. twisting his fingers in you, he started to speak. âthis is the next step in becoming a real adult, y/n. as your priest, i have a responsibilityâŚ.â his free hand dug into your hip, holding you in place to stop your squirming, âa responsibility to make sure youâre educated on certain things. ready for the real world.â
his fingers continued their assault on your pussy, fucking you open as your feet stirred aimlessly in the air, helpless and overwhelmed. âfather f-fuckk i - â you stuttered, attention being brought back to reality by a rough slap, one so hard it caused your ear to ring. your fingers trembled against your burning cheek, lips parted and eyes wide with panic.
 âwatch your fucking language, how do you expect to find a husband with a mouth like that?â he huffed, removing his hands from you completely. how ironic. you sniffled and nodded, pushing yourself up, wanting to bridge the distance left by his absent touch. his thumb gripped your chin, guiding your eyes to his. âi think youâre ready though, donât you?â his fat tip was now rubbing up and down your petals, as you babbled i canâts and i dunnoâs.
he lay his length against your stomach, touching your belly button, perversely rubbing it against the smooth of your skin. you rolled your hips against the desk, staring up at him. âwill it fit?â you mewled, cupping your heavy tits in your hands and pressing them together. you were learning so well. he led himself to circle your clit, collecting your glaze and spreading it around. you threatened to cry out, the only thing stopping you being the sharp bite on your bottom lip.
âyes angel, iâll make it fitâŚjust a part of itâ he breathed out, softly pressing his lips to your forehead. âthis is what husbands and wives do..â trailing off, trying to distract you as he stuffed the tip in.
your gasps and whimpers of discomfort subsided to pornographic moans as he slowly worked himself in, bucking himself against you until there was nothing left to fit. cradling the back of your head in both hands, he forced you to watch yourself get filled up as he stretched you with slow, grinding movements. you brought your knees to your chest, spreading yourself more for him, little ah ah ahâs drifting from your tongue.
âthaatâs my girlll,â he hissed, knowing he was holding back. ânow..â he paused, making you squirm your hips in search of friction, hands still entrapping your skull, eyes piercing yours, âiâm gonna fuck you stupid, okay? and youâre gonna be grateful.â his soothing tone not matching the brutality of his words.
your head nodded mechanically with a vacant stare, mouth agape. maybe it was a good thing your priest was taking your virginity. he was a man of god, after all. his grip on your scalp tightened as he repeatedly slammed into you, hitting that deep, spongy spot that had never been touched before. he angled you to watch every stroke, pressing on the bulge in your lower tummy. âyou see that, dumb girl? does that feel good?â he grunted out, filling the room with sloppy noises each time he thrust into you.
ây-yess, soo good,â you squealed, leaving a creamy ring around his shaft.
another slap. but he refused to let up on your cunt, quickening his pace and violently snapping his hips against the back of your thighs. tears welled in the corner of your eyes as you got filled up.
âyes who?â he demanded, almost growling as he pressed his chest to your legs, folding you in half.
âyes fatherr, feels so so good, pleasepleaseplease,â you had no clue what you were even begging for at this point. his length was relentlessly sliding in and out, beating up your cervix.
âmhm, our little secret. our little fucking secret,â he whispered on repeat. like a mantra. a perverted one-on-one devotional. his hands, large and assuming, glided over your body before finding your throat, squeezing both sides. waves of pleasure washed over you, eyes rolling into the back of your head. âhnnmpphh- i canât, please- itâs too much,â your hands rake at the muscle of his chest, searching for any mercy.
âohh, sweet thing, youâve been taking it so well.â Â he soothed, finally slowing down for only a moment, âno fussing, just cum for me.â Â
he immediately resumed brutalizing you, thumb circling your swollen clit. both legs spasmed as you came undone, juices leaking down onto the polished wood. any rational thought had left your brain, as a matter of fact, so had any thought at all. your absent, glassy eyes crossed and rolled with each motion, eyebrows knitting together in a blissful frown. he moaned shakily, making sure you felt every inch.
âtell me what god said to noah after the flood.â he grunted out, lips ghosting over yours, hand still tight on your neck. you were barely coherent, essentially speaking in tongues. a harsh slap landed to your cheek, jolting you into reality from the haze of your orgasm.
âcâmon kid, genesis 9, stay with me,â he snapped.
âbe fruitfulâŚâ you yelped, straining through clenched teeth and a constricted airway, cupping your cheek, âincrease in number, fill the earth.â
âmhm, weâre gonna make him proud, okay?â he coaxed you to agree. he knows youâre too braindead to comprehend, just obediently nodding your little head to whatever he asks.
âgonna give you my cum till it takes,â he pants out, loosening to grip on your throat to lock his hands to your hips, guiding your body up and down his inches with relentless force. your head bobbing loosely as he slammed into you over and over and over again. âgod, fuck- gonna put a fuckinâ baby in you,â his hips stuttered, spilling his seed into you and pounding it deep into your cervix.
pulling himself out with a sigh, he watched with hooded lids as his cum dripped out of you in pearlescent globs. his hands smoothed the mess of hair on your head, sealing it with a tiny kiss before cleaning you up and retrieving your panties from the floor without words. his hands enveloped your waist, lifting you effortlessly to your feet beside the desk as your knees faltered. he bent down, holding open the legs of the undergarment for you to step in, gripping onto his shoulder for balance as you do so. next the dress. then the heels, sitting you in the black leather chair as he slides them onto each foot, clasping your ankle strap before placing a wet kiss to each knee. a small act of worship.
âmy little bride-to-be...â he whispers, now standing over you, caressing your smooth skin with his thumb, trying to drink in the hollow stillness in your head.
âsame time next sunday, alright?â
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School Time Crush
(College Au)
Vi x Fem!Reader
Basically under her tough and flirty exterior Vi is a dork.
This is my most UNSERIOUS fanfic to date so please for the love of god donât take this seriously. I just wanted something silly goofy to cope with what is to comeđ
Warnings:Cursing.
âSo⌠midterms⌠crazy right?â Vi said awkwardly as she walked alongside you, her hands in the pocket of her favorite jacket. You smiled with a slight exhale from your nose before glancing at her from the side.
âVery.â You responded as you shifted your bag to a bit of a more comfortable position. You and VI haven't always been friends, you met in a math class that you both had to take and happened to sit together. From then on youâve gradually hung out more and more outside of classes, and outside of the context of school in general.
âSo I was thinking.â She began, tilting her head to the side a bit as she looked at you. She used to have such a tough extortion around you but as you got closer you watched as it practically melted away. Sure she could hold her own in a fight but on the inside she was such a softie, whether she wanted to be or not.
âThatâs dangerous.â You joked as you stole another glance at her before looking back to focus on where you were walking.
âWe havenât hung out together in a while.â
âVi, weâre literally hanging out right now.â
âI know but, I mean really hanging out. Like go somewhere with a purpose of doing something.â She said, her hands remaining in her pockets as she gestured with them.
âWow you have such a way with words.â You said playfully.
âShut up, you know what I mean.â
âMaybe I do, maybe I don't.â You teased with a shrug which earned a sarcastic yet lighthearted eye roll from your friend. Before you could continue your conversation a different voice came into the conversation,
âVi!â You heard someone call out from not too far away. You hung around Vi enough to be able to recognize that voice without a second thought, powder, Viâs sister. She ran over to you two, her hair in her usual semi-long braids, her clothing covered in paint and dust from other artistic mediums.
âDidnât mean to interrupt your date with your girlfriend, I just got a call from-â She spoke as she finally got closer.
âSheâs not my girlfriend.â Vi quickly interrupted to which Powder replied even faster,
âYeah whatever, long story short I need you to come with me, right now, letâs go.â She said hastily as she grabbed her sister's hand.
âIâll bring her back in one piece for you I promise.â She said as she turned to you with a salute. You couldnât help but laugh at her antics. You watched as Vi was dragged away, with a small wave you then turned to other things.
As Powder dragged Vi away, she turned to her sister.
âYou still havenât asked her out?â She stopped short, placing her hands on her hips as she looked at her older sister.
âNo but I was getting to thatâŚâ Vi argued slightly, crossing her arms in front of
herself before Powder shook her head.
âYeah okay.â She huffed, clearly not believing Vi in the slightest.
âI was-â She cut herself off with a sigh, realizing it wasnât worth arguing with her sister before continuing, âWhat did you even drag me away for?â Vi asked, looking down at her sister a bit.
âRight so crazy story, your friend Jayce, he lost his phone so he asked Viktor to ask Ekko to ask me to ask you to help him with his math. He said it was super urgent.â
Vi simply stared at her sister with the blankest of blank stares.
âThatâs it?â
âYup.â
âSeriously?â
âMhm.â
âNothing else?â
âNothing else.â
âViktor was right there and he decided to ask for meâŚâ She said, almost as if she was disappointed in his critical thinking skills. She sighed, leaning her head back a bit before looking back at her sister. She then quickly looked back to where she had been standing with you just moments before, without this interruption she would have already asked you out, or tried to at least.
âWhatever, fine Iâll help him.â She sighed and begrudgingly made her way to the library where she knew Jayce stayed from open to close when he needed to finish work. He was a very academically bright man, books were his strong suit and so was troubleshooting projects. Anything else though? Not a singular clue in the world. Vi was very much the opposite, she didnât care much for books unless she had to, and even then they were her favorite. So the two of them together created one averagely intelligent person.
Which is why she was so shocked he asked for her help and not his boyf- his friend Viktors help.
When she finally met up with him, they got right to work, and almost just as soon as they started they quickly realized they werenât going to actually be able to get any of this done. Vi couldnât focus, she was more focused on being able to ask you out. Her mind raced with possible ways to go about it and none of them seemed just right. In a momentary lapse of judgment, Vi turned to Jayce and without a single ounce of hesitation asked,
âHow do you ask a girl out?â
Silence. Complete silence fell over the two.
âYouâre asking⌠me?â Jayce asked while pointing at himself before looking behind him as if there couldâve been anyone else she was asking.
âDuh Talis. You asked Mel, didnt you? How did you do it?â She asked, completely disregarding the work she had in front of her. Figuring out a solution to her dilemma was much more important.
âWell I wouldn't say I asked her out, it was more of a âwhat are we?â Kind of a situation.â He explained, avoiding eye contact with Vi the whole time as she exasperatedly put her head down on the table, her hands clasped together in a plea of desperation.
âAny words of wisdom, any at all, just give me something here pretty boy and Iâll ACTUALLY try to help you with your work.â She pleaded, which was a fairly rare sight.
Jayce knew this which made it too tempting to not say no. So he agreed, albeit reluctantly as he knew there was fuck all he could actually help with but god damn it he was going to try.
âOkay, so have you ever heard of the shoulder touch?â He asked, his hands clasped together in front of his mouth as he looked towards Vi like some evil mastermind.
Vi raised an eyebrow at him, immediately regretting her decision to ask him.
âNo. No I havenât.â
It was fairly straight forward, all she had to do was put her hand on your shoulder and say âheyâ. An immediate guaranteed swoon, as Jayce put it. Vi decided that was enough evidence for her and made her exact plan to try and ask you out.
Luckily it wasnât long before she got to see you again and she immediately attempted to put the plan into action.
âRemember what he said, gotta go slow, canât rush or itâll be awkward.â Vi thought to herself as she walked up to you, trying to look as casual as possible.
âWait why the fuck am I taking advice from Jayce of all people he canât even-â
âHey Vi.â You said which quickly snapped her out of her thoughts. She hadnât realized she practically made her way right in front of you as you stayed leaning on the wall behind you.
Perfect opportunity.
You looked at her confused as she suddenly took her hand out of her pocket and reached towards your shoulder and leaned forward just the slightest bit. What she didnât account for was how much farther away you were than she thought, she was so focused on not fucking up that she managed to mess up the simplest part.
Standing close to you.
She quickly stopped herself from falling forward as her hand slammed against the wall behind you, saving herself from a fall as well as managing to repurpose her shoulder touch to something that looked equally purposeful.
âHey.â She greeted calmly as if she meant to do that the whole time. In your eyes, it went incredibly smoothly except for that split second where she looked terrified that she was falling forward.
It was then that Vi realized.
What does she say now?
Immediately all the confidence she held on her face disappeared as she simply looked at you, then the wall then back at you as if some answers would just appear.
âAre you okay?â You asked, a little concerned by her sudden change in demeanor.
âWould you maybe wanna go on a date with me, at some point, some time.â
âSuch a way with words.â You laughed before nodding with a smile.
âShut up you know what I meant.â She rolled her eyes.
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The "child" in the womb belongs to the mother. It's literally part of the mother's body. Because all people inherently have full autonomy over their bodies, she gets to decide everything that happens to her. It's not the federal or state government's business or choice.
The mother makes an enormous health and life-impacting sacrifice to birth a child. It's the level of bodily trauma that you simply cannot force a person to undergo unwillingly. Only the person in question can make that choice. Just like you can't order a person to experience torture to save another person's life, you can't force a mother to give birth if she decides it's not for her. Only she gets to choose. Life isn't a movie and she's not obligated to be a hero.
It's that simple.
You can go ahead and believe that it's "morally wrong." Your beliefs are up to you. But they also don't play a role. She can still do what she wants. It can be "wrong" (to you) and she can do it anyway.
She can do it out of fear if she wants. I would not consent to life-altering torture to save someone I don't know. That sounds horrible! No way. Yes, I would be afraid. So what? I'm allowed to be afraid, just like I'm allowed to do whatever I want to my body for whatever reason.
That inherent right exists and it doesn't matter what anyone thinks about it. You can have your opinion, and it doesn't change anything.
But also, your "statistics" on the "vast majority of women being afraid or greedy" are wrong.
And also, it wouldn't matter if they were correct.
Bodily autonomy is independent of and agnostic from morality. Morality does not apply, least of all from some random person. What's right and wrong is up to the one person involved, which is the mother.
No one needs to sacrifice their health and well-being for another person. Not even a child! That child is not more important and does not have more rights than a fully developed and accomplished adult. If anything, the adult is worth more because more has been invested into them to make them into the incredibly worthwhile and valuable life they are today.
You don't sacrifice that for something undeveloped.
But you know, if the father still wants the child, he can have it. It'll be up to him to figure out how to keep growing the clump of cells, but that's not the mother's problem when she's withdrawn her consent.
Hereâs the thing I think conservatives donât understand: I donât care what someone else does with their own body.
You wanna get surgery or take medication to make you look a certain way? Okay. I donât care
You wanna ctrl+alt+delete that clump of cells in your uterus. Sure. I donât care.
You wanna use meds to block a natural aspect of your bodyâs system? Alright by me. I. Donât. Care.
I donât care because itâs not my body
âBut what if they regret it?â So? Let them regret it. Thatâs their choice to live with.
âBut what if that baby would have grown up to cure cancer?â Kinda short sighted on Godâs part to only put that potential in one baby, yeah? (Also ⌠you canât cure cancer, but thatâs a level of nuance for a different time)
âBut what if they want to use that function in the future?â Funny thing about meds: you can just stop fucking taking them and things usually go back to normal.
I DONâT CARE WHAT ANOTHER HUMAN BEING DOES WITH THEIR OWN BODY! I donât care đ¤ˇââď¸ itâs not my body so why should I have a say in it?
The choice is not âbeing left up to the states instead of the federal governmentâ, itâs that the choice is being taken away from individuals.
Why the fuck to they care so much what other people do with their own shit??
#this is reality#anyone has the right to whatever morality opinion they want#but also those opinions don't matter#people can still do what they want with their bodies and that's basic physical reality#government position is not a real factor. laws are not a real factor. opinions are not a real factor#inherent bodily autonomy exists. just like gravity! whether you believe in it or not#and just like gravity. it doesn't require your belief#no one has to sacrifice their health and wellbeing for any person. not even for a child!!#commentary
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Hello everyone! Here's the sequel for Oreos and Orange Juice (a.k.a the fluff piece with pregnant!Buck and Jee-Yun). Brought to you with extra doses of fluffiness (almot 2,000 words!) and uncle Tommy being the literal best!
Itâs almost nine when Tommy finally drags himself through the door, throwing his keys in the bowl and being instantly met by the bright laughter of Jee-Yun coming from the kitchen, followed by Evanâs excited voice as he tells her a kid-friendly version of a funny rescue they performed the other day.Â
Even though heâs exhausted from his shift, Tommy smiles. Jee-Yun is always a joy to have around, and the sweet childâs laughter echoing through the house gives him a wonderful glimpse of their future which is coming sooner and sooner.Â
âMorning, you twoâ He says softly, entering the kitchen, and both of them look at him with the same excited eager Buckley signature smile.Â
âUncle Tommy!â Jee says, throwing herself against his legs, and Tommy easily lifts her into his hip.Â
âHi, princess Jeeâ Tommy greets her while crossing the kitchen to place a quick peck on Evanâs lips, and itâs deliciously domestic. He canât wait for the day heâll do it with their own kids, one twin in each arm. âHow was your night? Did your uncle Evan let you up past your bedtime again?â He teases, and Jeeâs giggle is all the confirmation he needs.
âOnly a tiny bit, right, Jee?â Evan tells her with a wink as he slides a plate of pancakes in his direction, and Tommy could just about kiss him. He places Jee back in her chair and sits beside her.Â
Evan joins them on the table with a bottle of syrup and, for some reason, a slice of cheese over his own chocolate chip pancakes. At this point, Tommy has learned better than to comment on his cravings, so he just presses a kiss to his cheek, earning a blinding smile in return.
âSo how was your shift?â He asks Tommy, and he swallows the bite of pancake (delicious, as always; Tommy is absolutely spoiled by his husband's cooking) in his mouth before answering.
âIt was okay, nothing major; two med-evacs. What about you guys, did you have fun?â He asks, and then tenderly nudges Jee's cheek, wanting to bring her into the conversation. âDid you take care of your uncle and the babies for me?â He asks her, expecting a small giggle.Â
What he doesnât expect is the excited gasp she lets out, swallowing her bite practically unchewed.Â
âUncle Tommy, youâre never gonna believe what the babies did last night!â She says excitedly, and Tommy canât help but smile at her enthusiasm.Â
âWhat was that, princess?â He asks curiously, and she and Evan exchange a conspiratorial glance.
âThey kicked my hand!â She answers, bouncing in her seat, unable to contain her joy. âIt was just like when Kevin kicked Mama but there were two of them this time, it was so cool!â
âWait, really?! Thatâs so special, Jee!â Tommy tells her, his heart fluttering warmly in his chest as he looks at Evan for confirmation.Â
The babies hadnât kicked before; they had started moving about two weeks prior, and the doctor said kicks would probably start any time now. He knows Evan has been impatient about it, almost as if he was expecting it to be a confirmation the babies were okay.
âIt was just as we were falling asleepâ Evan tells him, his smile wide as he caresses his bump and proudly speaks of the kicks. âTheyâd been pretty quiet during the day, but I guess Jee inspired them, didnât you, Jee-bug?âÂ
âYeah! Uncle Buck said they were telling me good night!â She recalls, her smile never leaving her face until she looks at Tommy, and then it falters slightly. âOh, but! I'm sorry you weren't there, uncle Tommy! They're your babies too, I bet you wanted them to say good night to you first!â
And, well; even if Tommy is slightly disappointed to have missed it, he can't have Jee apologizing for it. He kneels down to her level, a kind smile on his face.
âYou have nothing to be sorry for, darlinââ He reassures her. âThe babies will kick plenty of times, I'm sure. I'm glad they did it for the first time with you; it means they know they have the best big cousin in the world, don't they? Pretty smart babies if you ask meâ He says with a wink, and Jee's smile can light up a whole firehouse.
âYou're the best, uncle Tommy!â She throws her arms around his neck, and Tommy hugs her close to his chest for a few seconds before letting her happily return to her breakfast.
As he gets up and goes back to his own plate, Tommy glances at Evan, only to find him drying tears from his cheek. Tommy smiles teasingly at him, offering him a napkin; Evan takes it with a glare that loses all its effect because of the love in his eyes.
âI blame your children; they're making me hormonalâ He says with a wet chuckle, and Tommy chuckles, pressing a kiss to his temple before sitting down.
âI blame the crying Buckley geneâ Tommy teases. âI'll bet you anything that Maddie will cry when you tell her about the babies kicking for Jeeâ
âOh, Mama will cry!â Jee pipes up, her face covered in syrup, and the two of them laugh at her certainty as Tommy bends over with a napkin to clean her face.
âSee? And she's not pregnant anymore. It's the crying Buckley geneâ Tommy reaffirms, and Evan shoves his shoulder playfully.
He chuckles and pays attention to his plate again, at least until he feels Evan's hand squeezing his. Tommy looks up to see him looking so earnestly at him that his heart skips a beat.
âI am sorry, though. That you missed itâ He says, almost pouting, and Tommy finds it so adorable that he kisses it right away (Jee coos at them, and Tommy slightly blushes).
âMe too, a little. But you had the best company for it, sweetheart. And I'm sure they'll kick plenty of times before they're out hereâ He reassures him, and then tenderly places his hand on Evan's bump. âHear that, little blobs? You kicked for Daddy and Jee-Yun, so no pressure, but if you wanna kick for Papa tooâŚâ
He keeps his hand on Evanâs bump for a while, and the three of them are silent, staring in expectation. Tommyâs about to lift his hand, making a joke about trying again at nighttime to clear the disappointment in Jeeâs eyes, when he feels it. Itâs a soft thing, almost like a tap against his hand, but itâs there. Itâs one of their babies, moving around and pressing their tiny foot against Evanâs belly, and Tommyâs feeling it. Evan gasps in delight, clearly feeling it as well (duh, Kinard, he tells himself. If he can feel it, Evan has to be feeling it at least twice as strong), and his hand joins Tommyâs over his bump.Â
âYou guys really love your Papaâs attention, huh?â He teases, softly caressing his belly. âHi, little blobs, Daddyâs glad to see youâre awakeâ He coos at his bump, and before either of them can say anything else, theyâre joined by the little force of nature that is Jee-Yun Buckley-Han, her hand looking even tinier than it is when she puts it over her unclesâ massive ones.
âThe babies are kicking again?! Theyâre saying hi to you, uncle Tommy!â She says excitedly, and Tommy feels the kick again, two this time, one beside the other, almost as if one twin is nudging the other to also say hi to their expectant family.Â
âAnd to you, Jee. I keep telling you, they already love their big cousinâ He tells her, and Jee presses a soft kiss to Evanâs belly.Â
âI love you too, babies. When youâre out here, Iâll teach you lots of fun things, I promise!â She says excitedly, and Tommy doesnât doubt it for a second. Apparently, neither does Evan.Â
âTheyâll be so lucky to have you, Jeeâ He whispers to her. âJust like I was lucky to have your Mama when I was a kidâ
As if on cue, the doorbell rings, and Tommy reluctantly excuses himself to open it, but smiles when he sees Maddie on the other side. She pulls him into a hug, her usual way of greeting him by now, and Tommy canât deny that he loves how she basically adopted him as her brother too. He grew up an only child, desperately wishing for a sister like Maddie; it feels good to have one now.Â
âHey! I was just going home from work and thought Iâd pick up my little nuisance. She wasnât too much trouble, was she?â Maddie asks, and Tommy closes the door behind them as she comes in.Â
âNone at all; in fact, sheâs been a great help. Come see for yourselfâ He invites, and Maddie raises an eyebrow, but follows him into the kitchen. âJee, look whoâs here for you, princessâ He announces, and both Jee and Evan look up, but this once, the little girl makes no move to run to her mother.Â
âMama! Come here! The babies are kicking! Theyâre saying hi!â She tells Maddie excitedly, and Tommy chuckles at how eagerly Maddie kneels down by Evanâs chair, her hands resting against her brotherâs bump. âUncle Tommy says theyâre smart and know Iâm the best big cousin, so they have to know youâre the best auntie too!â Her logic is sound, and Maddie sends Tommy a grateful look that has him blushing and rubbing his neck awkwardly.
âHi, blobsâ She says affectionately, and Tommyâs pretty proud of himself that the nickname stuck (heâs sure Evan isnât). âItâs your auntie Maddie! Can you say hi? No pressure, though, I just thought-â
Tommy can tell the exact moment the babies respond to her voice, because both her and Evan gasp. They look at each other in that infuriating way of theirs, where it seems they hold an entire conversation through their gaze. Tommy may not know what theyâre saying to each other, but he knows itâs only a matter of time before they get emotional. And⌠yeah, sure thing, before long both of them have tears running down their faces.Â
And damn, heâs starting to think Buckley genes are contagious, because he has to dry his own eyes at the sight in front of him. This is bigger than him, Evan and their twins: it's family, like the ones from commercials or Hallmark movies, and Tommy never dreamt he could find himself in one of those.
Heâs ridiculously happy that his children will be born surrounded by this much love. They have two doting parents, an honorary grandpa (Bobby's own words, and yes, Evan cried when he said it), a horde of very lovingly aunts and uncles, , and the most special big cousin in the world in Jee-Yun (not to mention Kevin and their other bunch of cousins, like Christopher, who texts Tommy at least twice a week to make sure heâs âtaking care of Buck rightâ and hangs out at their place at least twice more, wanting to make sure his Buck is okay). It's love, and caring, and what else could he wish for his little blobs?
Yeah, Tommy thinks; if thereâs anything in the world worth shedding some tears for, this is certainly it.
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Wade Wilson Boyfriend HeadCanons
đ˝:slowly but surely getting back into my writing đ
đź (not proof read just super horny like a clown 𤥠HONKAH HONKAH)
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Wade is a silly guy. So silly in fact, heâll crack jokes or shoot a sarcastic comment your wayâmid argument. âHow am I supposed to listen when you look this good right now?â Fear not! Because he knows when to shut up. (When you tell him to)
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Bro defo has a Roblox account. Not elaborating.
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Despite his chaotic and reckless behavior, Wade is actually super protective and would go to extreme lengths to keep you safe. And then some. âHey! Back off! Donât you fuck with her! Unless you wanna fuck with me too. In that case weâll need a sit down discussion forââ âWADE!â âRightâsorry.â
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Expect big, wild romantic gestures. Like standing outside your window while holding up a boom box. (playing âwhat you wonât do for loveâ by Bobby Caldwell) or (attempting at) writing your name with fireworks. (There were definitely âunexpectedâ explosions)
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âI know itâs only Tuesday, but I totally, legally rented a helicopter so we can pretend weâre in the avengâno? OkayâŚplan B then: Breakfast in bed with (penis) questionable pancakes.â
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Cuddle bug Wade. Are we surprised? This man lives off of physical touch and affection. Wrapping you up in his arms, not letting you go with a shit eating grin. âNope, youâre not leaving this couch. Weâre practicing the ancient art of Wade Wrapping, which requires at least three hours of cuddles, just sayin.â
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He is nonstop teasing you. Itâs a hobby for him, really. (And his love language) Coming up with silly nicknames for you, challenging you to random games or chores, heâs not below making fun of himself to see you smile either.
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âOh-ho? You think you can wipe the track with me in Mario kart? Thatâs cute.â âHoneyâyou look fine. Approachable even. Unlike meâŚâ (he says while laying limbless on the bed. LiterallyâŚ.)
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Uses his dark humor to comfort you in times of âwhat the actual fuck?â Knowing how to turn even the bleakest of moments into something a little lighter. âHey, I know life might suck granny tits right nowâŚbut at least weâre not in a rom-com where one of us has to die or something worse for the other to grow emotionally, right?â
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Unwaveringly supportive of you in any conflict. He is going to take your side. Every. Single. Time. Backing you up even if he has literally no idea whatâs going on or why. âYou said Rick was out of line at work today? Well guess whoâs getting a strongly worded letter in the form of interpretive dance in the parking lot?â âIs it Riââ âitâs Rick.â
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Wade loves experimenting in the kitchen with you! Attempting to make meals that sometimes end up in hilarious disasters, followed up by a take out order.
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He breaks thisâŚâfourth wallâ sometimes. Like looking off into the distance and talking to an invisible audience or camera while addressing you. This dead ass bewilders you at times. But mostly you roll your eyes at his antics.
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âCan you believe this shit?â Heâll ask, turning to an imaginary audience. âIâm over here being the perfect boyfriendâfunny, handsome, protective, all thatâand you guys still think Peter Parker is the âIdeal Boyfriendâ pffft. Get real.â *turns back to you* âanyway, where were we?â
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This overgrown man child is a PDA enthusiast. Unashamed of hugging, kissing, or trying to dip you during a playful dance in public. He doesnât care, heâs proud to be with you and wants everyone to know it. âYou know what this sidewalk needs? A spontaneous make out sessionâ
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One hundred percent would insist on wearing matching or theme outfits. Whether itâs full on costumes or something little like matching socks. âTa-Da! Matching Taco Cat shirtsâno, no. Donât fight it. This is how we show the world weâre a team. Through peak fashion choices.â
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Loves movie nights. Theyâre full of commentary, with your boyfriend narrating or making fun of the movie plots. Heâd insist on watching rom-coms or action movies for sure.
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Wade is a pretty chill dude. Heâs not overboard with jealousy. But that wonât stop the man from making his classic (not so jokey) jokes when he feels like someone might be getting too close to you. âOh, flirting? With you? Cute. Should I go over there and casually mention that Iâm the love of your life and also really good with sharp objects?â
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Beneath all the jokes and chaos, he has moments of genuine, heartfelt affection. Whispering his love and gratitude for you at unexpected times. âI know I never take shit for real. But Iâm serious about you, about us. Youâre my safe space, the one part of my life that makes sense on this stupid chunk of rock floating in space.â
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Remembers odd little details about you. Showing it with unexpected gifts that align perfectly with your interests. (Even if theyâre a bit off beat.) âI saw this super limited edition action figure of (favorite character). I had to get it for youâdonât ask me how, just say thank you and letâs runââ
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Randomly belting out terrible renditions of love songs at the top of his lungs, just to get a laugh from you.
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Acts tough for your amusement, like heâll pretend to be all macho around your friends to make you laugh. âYeah babe, Iâm like, indestructible. Just gottaâŚâ *struggles to open a jar of pickles* âwaitâhold on. This jar is definitely cheatingâŚâ
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Wade love love LOVESSS making you watch while playing with your pussy. Using his mouth, fingers and all kinds of cute little toys.
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Tying your hands together, behind your back and sitting you in front of the mirror with your legs spread wide as he slowly circles your clit with a bullet vibrator, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. âYou see how fucking wet you are for me, baby?â âLook. At. This~â âdid I say to look away? Didnât think soâŚâ
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Heâs into all kinds of crazy shitâhigh key an exhibitionist.
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Fucking you in a theatre bathroom, pressing you up against the stall while he covers your mouth, dipping the head of his cock teasingly into your aching cunt.
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âI donât give one shit if someone hears us, I need you. Now.â âShhh baby, gotta stay quiet if you wanna cum.â âStay still nowâŚâ
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Eating you out in the back of the car, hands kneading your plush thighs while looking up at you with that knowing, shit-eating grin. Not even bothering to wipe you from his chin.
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Struggling to keep your eyes on the man, a red flush taking over your face as the vibrations of his groans send shocks of pleasure through your entire body.
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Fingering you under the table/using a remote control vibrator on you when youâre out having dinner. âYeah thatâs it for me and uh, what about you babe?â He asks nonchalantly, as if he werenât bumping the bullet to its highest intensity or running his fingers over your panty clad pussy. All the tasty stuff. Itâs the thrill of almost being caught for him.
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Baby girl also LOVES when you take control. Straddling him, tying him up to the bed, slapping his face. Heâs fucking into it.
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F-fuckk~ wanâwanna touch you so bad~â he whimpers, hips bucking involuntarily while you ride him, bouncing in his lap with your hands on his shoulders and his cuffed. âMmffâneed to cumâŚplease, pleaseâIâll do whatever you waâaaah, fffuck!â
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Wade loves to buy you new toys/lingerie sets all the time! Heâll come through the door with a bag full of new things to try out or on. âOh, come onâput the bunny ears onâŚIâll let you do that one thing you like.â
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Costumes, dressing up, role play. Cops and robbers, Professor and student, Master and pet. He loves that shit and has a lot of fun with it.
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âYou have the right to remain silent, on your knees, now.â Heâll smirk, cuffing your hands behind your back, trailing a finger down your cheek before fucking your face. âCock hungry bitch, arenât ya? Such a good girlâŚâ he croons, pulling at your leash.
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âYou call that begging, honey? Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but youâre gonna have to be louder than that if you want me to fuck you silly.â He teases, sending a sharp smack to your ass while prodding at your slick pussy with his shaft, making you arch and whine out for him.
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If youâre into it, he has no issue with knife/gun play. âHow does it feelâŚ?â he purrs into your ear, slowly sliding the cold metal up your stomach, circling your belly button before trailing up your chest, then collarbone, pressing the blade/barrel to your throat/temple. âScary? Hot? Scary-Hot?â
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Loves making you squirt, finger fucking you into oblivion, thumb pressed against your clit until you canât take anymore. âFuck yeah, baby.â He pants, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and cleaning them with a simple âpopâ.
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âMhhhâŚâ Wade hums in delight before shoving the same fingers into your mouthâpushing past your teeth, forcing you to taste yourself with a groan âYouâre so yummy, donât you think?â
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If youâre being a brat, expect proper punishment. âOooh, talking back to me, huh?â Heâll ask, gripping your face with one hand, forcing you to keep eye contact. âWatch that damn mouth of yours, pretty bitch. And keep riding meâI didnât say stop.â
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Heâll make you grind your hips until youâre sore. Itâs so fucking good it hurts. âAwww, my poor babyâŚlook at you crying and riding. You must be exhausted, hmm?â Wade grunts, bouncing you on top his lap as if you were a rag doll. His cock slamming into you, hitting that sweet spotânever missing a beat. âKeep goingâbe a good girl and keep goingâŚâ
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Once youâre both a spent, panting, boneless mess beside each other, heâll shower you with praise and pepper your face with kisses, combing your unkempt hair with his fingers as he caresses your arm.
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Wade would set up a diy spa in the bathroom for you. Complete with cucumber slices, a glass of wine (or whatever you want) and a bath thatâs wayyy too bubbly. Heâd try and give you a foot massage while joking âOnly the royal treatment for my queen. Minus the actual royaltyâŚthose guys were more fucked up than half of AlabamaâŚâ
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i get that it may be a joke, but ppl who genuinely believe or act like vi became a cage fighter and engaged in such a terrible, self-destructive lifestyle for months was ONLY bc of/over caitlyn kind of annoys me. đ
like⌠letâs not forget that viâs entire life has been full of trauma after trauma after trauma. caitlyn hurting her like that was really only the last little push she needed before everything completely fell apart bc she wasnât holding it together as well as she often acts like she is. vi does this fairly oftenâ sheâs already done it all of S1.
and didnât the writers themselves say that they wanted to capture vi when she no longer has anyone to protect, or smth like that? and for vi, not having anyone to protect means not having anyone to love, and no one to love her in return.
viâs entire identity is fueled by her having ppl in her life to love, to protect, to fight for. if she canât do that, then in her mind, she has nothing and she IS nothing, and thereâs no longer any real point in anything (itâs called depression and really bad coping mechanisms).
she might as just well waste away aimlessly and fight until she dies, and donât even get me started on the fact that vi is⌠sorta kinda somewhat suicidal. đ
itâs more than just, âno caitlynâ, itâs literally ânobodyâ.
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Fucking phenomenal idea please write it
I think a really good way to combat the whole "reality-breaking parents are alive" thing would be just having them both believe with their whole hearts that their current truest desire wouldn't be possible if those things hadn't happened. Aka Clark knows he never would have met Bruce (and Ma and Pa, and his job, and Lois, etc) if his parents hadn't chucked him off to Earth bc Krypton was dying, and Bruce would have never become Batman and met all his loved ones and done everything he's proud of if he hadn't seen his parents die right in front of him. (That is kind of touched on in the BTAS episode where the mad hatter sticks Bruce in a dreamscape where his parents are alive - he gets excited about seeing his parents and then he asks Alfred where Dick is and Alfred is like "who?" and it sends Bruce on a spiral of 'what the fuck what the fuucckkk' if I remember correctly.)
Clark didn't actually see his bio parents die though, so honestly it could be perfectly plausible that they just kind of show up like "hey we didn't actually die and we were trying to find you! :D". Bruce can't really get his parents back in a non-drastic way though. Tough break considering that's literally his main Trauma⢠đ
Ah fuck I don't think Jason could have lived either because Tim :( damn Bruce always gets the shortest fucking straws lmao
OH SHIT WHEN BRUCE WAKES UP ANY HEALING DONE WITH JASON IN THE DREAM WOULDNT HAVE BEEN REAL EITHER WOULD IT JESUS C H R I S T
(I mean also Clark could wake up and not-breakup aside his parents are dead again and he's gotta deal with that đ)
I have so many fucking thoughts about this help help help
All of the little habits they would have formed with each other - they know each other's favorites, they have routines they automatically step into that they really Shouldn't Have, Bruce has never met Martha in his life but he knows her secret pie recipe because he had to recite it to Alfred, Bruce's kids don't treat Clark like another parent but Clark can't help but think of them as His Kids, I--
How long would it take them to realize. (Literal eons, they're both idiots.) How long would it take other people to realize.
Fic idea: A world where Clark and Bruce both get put under Black Mercyâs spell and see their alternate âidealâ dream realities. These realities are identical, though they donât realize that â a world where they finally give into the pining and realize the other cares about them just as much.
They get married, raise kids, and build the League. Years pass in domestic bliss.
Cut to them waking up. Both are devastated that their marriage/lives werenât real and resign themselves to a miserable world with a partner who doesnât remember them.
They both think the other saw something else â Clark mumbles something about Lois and Bruce lies that he saw his parents alive again (they were in his dream, but that wasnât the focus? hmm)
But. As they try moving on from the years-in-a-second bliss they shared, odd moments keep cropping up.
Bruce says something Clark only ever heard in the dream world. They know things about each other they shouldnât. Clark slips up and reaches for Bruceâs body in a way thatâs too achingly familiar. Theyâre both choked with denial and grief.
Cue the most aggravating dual pining ever.
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You ever just see a Mouthwashing take that makes you want to bang your head into a wall? I literally just saw someone claim Curly couldn't have been emotionally abused by Jimmy before the crash because he was in a higher position of power than Jimmy.
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The mouthwashing fandom has shown me that people genuinely do believe that certain types of abuse are not as detrimental as other types especially when they deem those immune/resistant, ergo, believing one is objectively worse no matter how it affects the person nor the intersections of power, history and dynamics at play.
Get ready cause this is a yap session:
Cause like it's heavily implied that Curly and Jimmy's friendship was toxic and abusive, pointedly in the direction of how Jimmy uses Curly's belief/comfort in him. Curly wasn't forced to enable Jimmy but he was emotional and mentally on edge around him in almost every scene in some way. Mental and emotional abuse are not contingent on what positions you have at work. Yeah, he's Jimmy's boss but he was Jimmy's friend first and it's like getting into Psych discussion to talk about how social power tends to overshadow any perceived organizational power in the human mind. People are concerned about their jobs ofc but they tend to hang onto and put more value/investment into their personal relationships, hence why there tends to be laws and restrictions around mixing the two.
I always see the sentiments that "Curly is a grown ass man", "Curly is bigger than Jimmy", "Curly is Jimmy's boss", "He just needed a backbone" as criticisms of Curly and while I do agree that on the surface level all of these to be true and viable ways Curly could've taken more control of the situation, I often look at the parallels of Anya and Curly as victims of Jimmy pre/post crash.
The way Jimmy talks to Anya post crash is how he talked to Curly in the pre-crash segments. It's hard to pin-point mainly because we know he hates and wants nothing to do with Anya compared to his contrary but similarly handled obsessions with Curly. It's a weird sort of "honey-moon" effect of abuse Jimmy does in terms of emotional and mental victimization. He is always horrid to Anya, always talking down or questioning her abilities and thoughts in a situation, this of course includes the harassment and assault. However, he has a moment of attempted gentleness/conditioning when he question her about the mouthwash when she's contemplating drinking it at the table. The key difference is he has no personal investment in Jimmy outside wanting nothing to do with him, meaning there is no sort of romanticized version of him that he can condition her off of. He knows this, hence, why he always reverts to trying to make her to scared to oppose him.
This sort of give and take of "kindness" doesn't work on her because she knows he is just doing it to take more from her than whatever he could possibly give but it reflects even the "softer" scenes between him and Curly where he always rewords or rephrases Curly's sentiments and concerns to sound more shallow. He is feigning a deeper understanding by reworking Curly's emotions into something bad and needing to be hidden. Everything is laced with envy and resentment, an outburst just around the corner, I mean he even slams the table in the birthday party scene, a tactic in emotional manipulation to set the victim on edge and cloud their ability to respond. Even if Curly knows Jimmy won't get physical in that moment, the physical actions is intended to make him back down in the confrontation in case it does. This is something that is just not person specific. It ingrains itself into how you interact with the world and life and it shows in major and minor ways with Curly.
Post-crash, the abusive nature is more in tandem to the physical victimization Anya went through and the stripping of voice and autonomy we see take place. Like the parasite in HFIM, Jimmy speaks for Curly most of the time and puts words in his mouth, similarly to how he takes Anya's plans as his own. He very commonly, with the both of them mind you, supplements the worst aspects of himself into them; pettiness, selfishness, lack of understanding... And tries to cover himself with their best qualities; kindness, planning, initiative, etc...
These parallel are just to say that positional power has little to do with if a person can be abused and how it can even be flipped to further the abuse. There is no doubt that Curly could've picked up on Jimmy's envy of his position hence another reason he never confronted him as a Captain but as a friend as doing so would immediately put Jimmy in a space to be confrontational/combative.
I think the disdain some people have when they talk about the heavily implied if not implicitly stated emotional/mental abuse Curly experienced being Jimmy's friend is when treating it as an excuse to why he didn't do more. I can understand that completely because it is not an excuse to why he didn't do more but is a very real reason people in his position in these scenarios can experience whether in the context of a work or social environment. However, I also think the way people talk about it really does demonstrate a bigger problem when talking about abuse when somehow who is/was abused is either part of the issue or enabled it.
Harkening back to the sentiments about Curly's inaction regarding Jimmy, I think the exact phrases I used/have seen show how there is an inherent belief that it is easier to overpower the effects of emotional/mental abuse that go in tandem with the perception of Curly as someone who should be able to. There is not an age you suddenly stop being susceptible to abuse nor a set point or low where you realize how it has affected you. You don't suddenly know to stand up or put a face on to face your abuser nor admit that you inadvertently enabled them to subjugate someone else to the same treatment. Maybe it's my psych brain but their is this growing belief that direct action is somehow easy or always the best method with the game shows you instances where it is not always the case. In real life that rings true too. He should have done more, but it's not impossible to see why he struggled to find a way or didn't even if it makes us mad.
It's not easy to suddenly gain a "back-bone". You don't immediately want to resort to aggression, especially if it mirrors the type you were a victim to. You don't want to believe you allowed yourself to be treated this bad, let it get that bad or allowed something bad to happen to someone else. It is easy to be in denial, to retreat to your thoughts or make excuses to avoid the painful truth. It's frustrating but in a way we know is relatable. It why we both hate and love Curly for it. We know we'd be better, we think we'd be better, we like to think we wouldn't falter in the same ways but it's always easier to say that from the outside looking in. It's easy to see what he was doing wrong because we are seeing it, not him, but the game really does make you picture what you would do if this was your raw reality and it's why this debate about Curly seems so never ending/contradictory. We can all say what we'd do but bottom line is that's much different when you're in the moment with all the emotions and human feelings attached.
I personally think Mouthwashing tackles the themes of rape culture, enabling, toxic masculinity, types of abuse and patriarchy in ways that are meant to deconstruct the typical straightforward views we mostly have of these concepts and how little subtilities of them are just as, if not more, detrimental than the overt/obvious parts. The game deals with the idea of little details and bigger picture in a way to show that sometimes the bigger picture is not the issue but the little details that make it up. It's why I have a personal dislike of depictions of Jimmy as the typical horrible person who would of course do something like this because the game is about noticing the little warning signs, the foreshadowing and foresight.
It's why I dislike the typical discussion of "bro code" and "boys will be boys" for the game because the game makes a point to avoid the standard depictions of such. It is about the type of men who still enable despite not condoning, agreeing or even perpetuating harmful beliefs because they can't see the little details or the ways it seeps into their everyday. The severity is not obvious to them as it was not obvious to Curly, Swansea or even Daisuke the way it was to a woman like Anya. There are little details about Jimmy that should ring alarms but if you are too naive like Daisuke, too distant like Swansea or too conditioned like Curly, they are just off markers.
There is 100% more constructive/concise ways to say "Curly was a victim of Jimmy's abuse on an emotional and mental aspect that clouded his judgements and perceptions in the scenario" while also critiquing on the side of "Curly still had a responsibility to protect Anya as a crew mate and Captain that he failed to do due to biases and stigma's he failed to surpass" without the weird condemnation people give him about should've knowing better than to let himself be manipulated by a person he considered a close, if not family/best-friend and had his own reasons to trust initially. Also stop being weird about victims of abuse in general with this fandom, like sorry not everyone has a like social epiphany the moment someone's nasty to them. People are treating it like you immediately know when you are in a toxic relationship immediately or comprehend when a person is actively dangerous and either it's your fault for not knowing how to leave/cut them off or you deserve it. Like the hypocrisy of people believing how certain fans treat the story reflect their irl views but not their own is crazy.
End statement is: I honestly don't even know man, I've been writing this too long and just like no man on that ship was perfect or really helped Anya when it mattered and I feel like pitting them against each other in discussion on who did the least or most or how it was justified sucks cause in the end Anya always did the most and best thing for herself.
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