#absolutely delicious fucking food i will never stop thinking about this

[calenhads]

there is candle wax melting in my veins so i keep myself standing your flames burn, burn me alive

thank you so much to mina @kirnet for doing this INCREDIBLE commission of sabina for me! i'm absolutely i love with the textures and the immediate grasp of my girl's vibes. burn it all girlqueen!

[faithlia]

౨ৎ Was It Wrong?

english is not my first language!

summary: Matt knows it's wrong the way he feels about you, especially sence he's your stepdad...

warnings: mdni, suggestive, angst, smut, fluff(?), age difference. (reader is of legal age), guilty!matt, perversion, cheating, unprotected sex...

- matt 28 years old.

a/n: this fic was inspired by my absolute obsession with Matt dressing up as a dad. 🫦

⚠️ If you don't feel comfortable, please, don't read!

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"For me, that was true love!" - because of you by lana del ray.

When did the feeling of guilt become so delicious? Hunger convinces us that anything that is beautiful to the eyes can satisfy us, and this is irreversible.

For Matt, the most impulsive decision he had ever made in his entire life became his fate. He was a docile man, but he didn't have the strength to fight against immorality.

He had recently moved into your house. Matt was so sweet to you, he was always gentle and passive, and you loved that. You loved his kindness, the way he treated you so well, and especially the way he looked at you so purely.

He was perfect in everything he did, funny about everything he said and never disrespected you and that was your downfall, because he would never be yours....

Was it so wrong to feel that way?

One time, you were in your car with Matt going shopping.

"When did you learn to drive?" you asked, interested in the way he seemed so relaxed.

"Hm, when I was sixteen, I think." he said monotonously.

"Wow, that must have been a long, long time ago," you teased him with a smile.

"Oh, come on! I'm not that old!" he interrupted you, feeling offended, but he didn't hide his shy smile.

He really wasn't that old, not to you. Nothing outside the law could stop you from being with him, except that he was your mother's fucking boyfriend. Fuck. That fucked with your head more than you could imagine. He should be yours! You should be the one sleeping next to him, the one kissing him, the one making love to him. It was your right to be entirely his.

You had only known Matt for eight months, but that was plenty of time for you to fall in love with him.

When your mother said she would be away for two weeks for a work trip, your heart fluttered with happiness. Staying with Matt during your vacation seemed like a never-ending dream, but that was an untimely torment for him.

While you were shopping, you realized how responsive Matt was. He always felt very comfortable doing the household shopping, he wanted to keep everything in order and do his best to please. On the weekends, when you came home from college to spend time at home, he would make a point of cooking for you. So sweet!

"What do you think of lasagna for dinner?" he asked as you walked past the frozen food section. You weren't really interested in browsing shelves and checking prices, so you just carried the shopping cart wherever Matt went.

"That's okay." you said and he immediately put it in the cart.

What was going on in Matt's head? You wanted to know everything about him. Despite knowing about his charitable kindness and his perceptive ability to be a good cook, you didn't know much about Matt. I mean, you knew he worked for a big company, had been out of the country three times, and played hockey, but what else could possibly fuel your need to get to know him?

"You know, I just realized I don't know much about you," you said as you walked down the liquor aisle. "

"What do you mean? She didn't tell you about me before I moved?" he laughed nervously, picking up a case of beer and reading wine labels.

"No! I mean, yeah, she told me about the "nice guy" she was dating, but we're not very communicative." you tried to explain it in a way that wasn't frustrating.

"Okay," he said, knowing about the complicated relationship you had with your mother. "What would you like to know?"

"I don't know. Anything! You seem very interesting..." he smiled shyly, without even looking away from the labels.

"Okay, um, well, I'm from Boston and I'm a triplet." He took his phone out of his pocket, rummaging through the photo gallery to show you a picture of him with his brothers. "Here. This is Chris and Nick. I think I was your age back then." You looked at the photo, completely fascinated by how his appearance hadn't changed much, he still looked as young as when he took the picture.

You also felt bold enough to say: "Nick is gorgeous, is he single?"

"Well, he is! But I don't think you're his type..." you frowned, confused. "He's gay."

"I guess I'll have to settle for Chris then..." you loved the way he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Going to the hygiene and cleaning section, Matt told you about how he hated summer - he was more of a cold-weather guy -, and about his favorite songs and singers. You were ecstatic about how similar your tastes were. It made you fantasize more than you should have.

You were putting a pack of tampons in the cart, when your cell phone started ringing.

Shit. This was not a good time for your boyfriend to call you.

You answered the phone hearing Trevor's voice on the other end of the line. He wanted to meet you, but you didn't want that right now. The whole situation with Trevor was so morbid and impertinent, you wanted to break up with him as soon as possible, but he seemed to avoid that conversation at all costs.

You let out a pout and Matt noticed your hesitant expression. "What happened, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart

He constantly called you by these nicknames full of affection. He had such excellence in words and it made your heart warm.

"It's just my idiot boyfriend. He wants to see me."

"Idiot? What an unusual affectionate nickname" he joked, as the two of you walked to the cashier. You laughed and said: "I don't want to sound like a bad bitch or anything, but I don't think I like him the same way I used to." You explained it like it was no big deal and really, it wasn't!

"And why didn't you break up with him?" he questioned, but soon regretted the invasive question "Oh, I'm sorry. That's none of my business.."

"No, it's okay to ask. I guess I was just feeling needy and needed to have sex with a guy who made me feel good, but all those feelings are gone..." Matt swallowed hard after you were so uninhibited with him "It's okay to talk about these things with you, right? We're friends, right?" you said suggestively.

Matt nodded and smiled at you, saying, "Of course, love."

Matt followed your instructions and took you to Trevor's house. He had a worried look on his face, but you said you'd be home soon.

When Matt got home, he could finally enjoy the cozy silence. He put all the groceries in their proper place, heading to the laundry room.

Matt liked living there. It wasn't a big house, but it was entirely comfortable. He enjoyed the view of the small flower garden and how he lived so fully. It seemed like he had found peace, except for... except for you.

You were a fleeting obstacle in his life

Matt wasn't stupid or naive. He knew very well what was going on right under his nose, but it was so lewd that even he couldn't believe it. The burning in his mind was constant as the indecent repulsion took over him.

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Last Wednesday night, having just returned from the airport, Matt quietly entered the house - he wanted to rest after the exhausting day he had had, but as he climbed the stairs, he was surprised by constant moans coming from his stepdaughter's room. He breathed deeply, listening to the moans and passionate whimpers.

"Hmmm, yeah," you sounded slurred.

Matt felt helpless and reluctant. Damn. It was obvious that he found you attractive, he found you beautiful and your attitude biting, and he liked it! He liked it because even under that chaste cover, he chained a distressed and desperate excitement; he liked it because he was uninhibited, prone and felt moved when you looked him deep in the eyes so intensely, and he liked it, mainly, because he wanted to touch you with warmth, he wanted to be sweet and soft and he wanted to thrust himself and cum inside you.

But he knew, he knew! How wicked it was...

When your moans stopped, it was already too late for Matt, he had a hard cock and his chest racing. He walked to the bathroom quickly to take a cold shower. He took off his clothes, feeling the sensitivity of the fabric of his boxers dragging over his hard cock and sighed when the cold water wet him, but, damn, not even that helped. He ran his calloused hand over his cock more and more quickly, wanting to expel all that harmful feeling outside. He imagined what you could be like and what it would be like to feel the heat of your pussy for the first time. It could be delicious.

When Matt came, the guilt hit him without restraint. Now he was what he believed himself to be. He cried for being such a son of a bitch and after taking himself like a tremendous wretch, he went to sleep thinking about you moaning his name. In his dreams, you were entirely his to care for and adore.

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In the present day, during your absence, Matt was taking his clean clothes from the dryer that you had put on before you went to the supermarket. He threw the kitten-print tank tops, the sleep shorts and the lace and flowery panties into the basket.

"Shit." he said out loud for the first time since he had arrived home. Was it common for an adult to be embarrassed like that? He felt like a virgin teenager again.

He took the basket of clothes to your room and placed it on top of your covered bed. But he didn't have to stop there, did he?

He lay down on his bed feeling the coldness of the sheets, unable to resist turning over and dragging his covered cock against the soft mattress, imagining that it was you being fucked so well by him. His excitement was immense. He let out a hiss as he thrust slowly and when he couldn't take it anymore, he put his hand inside his pants, freeing his needy dick.

But, unfortunately, before he could masturbate frantically, Matt suddenly heard your voice telling him that he had arrived.

He got up quickly, putting his hard cock in his pants, trying to fix your bed.

Matt left your room and soon entered his own, slamming the door loudly. He breathed frantically, reviewing all the shit that had just happened.

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After he had recovered, he went downstairs to cook dinner and after eating he went to watch a hockey game on TV. He thanked God for being able to get away from the noisy situation and think about anything other than you.

After taking your shower, you went to the living room wearing pajamas that showed your nipples. You expected Matt to look at you and blush, just for your private amusement, but he didn't do anything like that.

"The lasagna is in the fridge, in case you want to have dinner." he said, taking a sip of beer.

Matt had a different expression than you were used to seeing. He looked... irritated.

"Okay! I already ate."

He was silent. He had his tattooed arm over his head and his legs spread. His expression was different from what you were used to.

You shrugged your shoulders at the bad posture and decided to join him, lying down on the couch. Matt took up half of the space, so your legs were bent, with your private parts covered only by the thin fabric of your pajamas being quite noticeable. Matt narrowed his gaze and bit his lip, trying not to turn his head.

Just a look, c'mon. It doesn't matter...

Matt grunted, trying to look oblivious and you pressed your lips together to hold back a giggle.

"So how was it with Trevor?" he asked, drinking the rest of his beer. "Well, we talked a little and then..." you said suggestively.

"And then what?" Matt looked away at you, intrigued.

Matt couldn't resist lowering his head when he turned to you. He could see the plump lips of your pussy being practically squeezed by the fabric of your shorts. He wanted to sink in and stick his tongue right there.

"Oh, you know..." your voice sounded so calm and sleepy. You pretended to pay attention to the game while letting Matt drown in his own saliva.

Matt clearly knew. Shit. He didn't even want to think about it. He was immediately jealous. His expression didn't change, he remained silent, pretending, but the voices in his head were disturbing.

"Matt, are you okay?" His concern was fake and feigned. It was obvious that he was jealous and you loved it.

You didn't have sex with Trevor, in fact, you had a huge fight, resulting in endless yelling and unnecessary dialogues. When you got home, you were glad Matt was in the room so he wouldn't see your tired and sad expression. You saw the basket with your various washed and smelling clothes inside, being happy that Matt had kindly placed them there. It was such a simple act, but a passionate strangeness was present.

With your question, Matt came back to reality. Damn, he really was crazy. He didn't want to scare you with his stupid jealousy. He tried to soften his expression. "Yes, I am, sweetie." A short smile formed on his lips.

You stretched your legs comfortably on his lap, not caring at all about the informality, and he didn't mind. It was as if you were a couple and that moment was eternal.

You couldn't resist teasing him, gently running your foot over his neck. Matt made the situation worse, joining in the fun when you ran your toes over his face and he grabbed them with his hands, snapping them. You let out a sharp cry of surprise, making Matt smile, still focused on the game. He tickled you, making you laugh, and snapped your other foot, but this time hard.

"Ugh, Matt." you groaned in pain, trying to hold your own foot. "I'm sorry." he said, smiling. He gave a little kiss on the top of your foot, dragging the palm of his hand over that area. "I'm sorry." he said once more and the pain dissipated.

When the game was over, Matt went to bed and said goodnight to you, after all, he would wake up very early in the morning. You fell asleep on the couch, too tired to go upstairs. All you wanted was for Matt to pick you up, give you lots of kisses and lie down next to you. It was a cozy fantasy.

On Monday morning, Matt woke up disoriented, wanting just five more minutes of sleep. Ready for work, he went downstairs and saw your sleepy figure on the couch. If he had been brave enough, he would have picked you up and carried you to your comfortable bed. He observed every detail of your face and how soft your lips looked. He wanted to linger with you, to know what pleased you in bed, in which position you felt most receptive and vulnerable... Shit, it wasn't even ten o'clock in the morning!

Even if he was so deliberately provocative, he couldn't do this to you anymore. He wanted you in his arms, he wanted to make you his woman, his lover, his wife, whatever it was, it was meant to be! But how could he explain it to you? Explain it to his girlfriend? It filled his heart with guilt.

He spent the whole day determined that when he saw you, he would have to talk to you. The confusion was indeterminate but the pain was permanent.

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Late in the afternoon, after a long stressful day, Matt returned home. Everything was silent as always, but something seemed strange. He climbed the stairs slowly, hearing low whimpers coming from the bathroom. Fuck, that... no, that wasn't what he was thinking... you were crying in anguish.

Matt looked at you through the crack in the door, without having a perceptible view of your entire body, which was naked in the bathtub, but when he opened it a little more, your bruised image was revealed to him. Matt's eyes widened. You were sitting with your knees against your chest; green and purple bruises on your arms and shoulders, your face flushed, eyes and hands swollen...

"Oh my God. What happened?" you heard his worried voice. He knelt down next to the bathtub, held your face with both hands, making you drag your body to hug him and cry on his shoulder. He pressed your bare back with his warm hands, feeling your thick tears wet his shirt, but it didn't matter. "Tell me, please!" he asked once more, feeling his heart heavy.

"I-I, I-I. I'm sorry." A suffocating pain took over your words. Your throat closed and incessant sobs were present every time you tried to speak. "It's okay, it's okay, shhh" Matt tried to calm you down, gently running his hand over your back. He pulled away from you. "Who did this to you, my love." he asked, looking firmly into your eyes.

Matt was desperate and angry, creating several scenarios about what could have happened.

You already had the answer stuck in your throat. It wasn't that you didn't want to say it, you just couldn't.

Your hair was completely messed up and your body was shaking with pain. Matt traced your face with his fingers, moving the strands away so your face was more visible to him. He touched your cheek with his hand and you allowed yourself to place yours against his, loving the softness.

Matt wanted to take care of you.

He looked at you for a few more seconds and got up to place a kiss on your forehead and you melted. He knew he wanted it and so did you. Your body stopped shaking when Matt caressed your arms and planted kisses on both of your closed eyes and finally kissed you soothingly very close to your mouth. He pulled away and you sighed at wanting that so quickly, and finally, he kissed your lips.

It was a soft kiss. It was a healing kiss.

His lips were slow against yours. He breathed heavily as he pulled away from you. "We shouldn't have, I-I..." he mumbled, even though he knew he had started the incident.

You looked like you were about to cry. Matt was everything you wanted and that kiss was so welcoming, you needed more...

"Please." you managed to say, kneeling painfully against the cold floor of the bathtub. Now Matt could see your entire body. He observed your prominent breasts with drops of water on your smooth skin, going down to your abdomen, your intimacy...

Matt didn't want to feel aroused at that moment. It felt wrong. He just wanted to take care of you, to make you feel good.

"Please, touch me." you begged once more, leaving urgent kisses on his lips and putting his hand on your hip, eager for him to touch you. You dragged your hand from your belly to your V line, circling the spot and Matt shivered disconcertingly.

Matt looked away from you and stood up quickly. You almost cried thinking that he would leave you there, humiliated, but he didn't. He lifted you up so that you were standing and surprisingly picked you up, not caring about getting wet, and took you to the bedroom.

Matt laid you down on the silk sheets, weaving kisses across your belly, moving up to your tits, your neck and finally finding your mouth once more. You lifted yourself up with your own arms, not stopping the kiss, inventing positions, making Matt stay underneath. Now you had your intimacy against his covered cock, rubbing yourself deliciously. "Listen to me, listen to me..." he whispered during the kiss. "I want this, I really do, but I don't want to hurt you..." That was a lie, he could never hurt you, you know it! He ran his hands down your arms and then gave lingering kisses to your bruised knuckles. "So tell me the truth. Did your asshole boyfriend do this to you?"

That was the first thing Matt thought when he saw you, but he wanted to hear the answer coming out of your mouth.

You shook your head slowly and Matt looked away, furious. He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, trying to focus only on the present moment, on you.

"I want you, Matt. I've always wanted to..." you whispered in his ear, unable to hold back the urge to rub yourself against him, stimulating him. "Please, do something." You took his hand and placed it on your exposed pussy, and he slowly moved his fingers to your begging clit, persuasive. His wet lips moving to the curve of your neck, his soft moans in your ear and his warm hand squeezing your ass...

You took off Matt's shirt, finally feeling the heat of his body. Having his tongue against yours, his hand trailing all over your body; your belly, your protruding breasts; pinching your nipples. He lifted your body easily, taking his hard and aching cock out of his pants, unable to bear the tense stimulation, he positioned the full tip full of pre-cum against your wet entrance. You whimpered at the pressure, loving being stretched open by his delicious size. Matt was being careful. He was so in awe. He grabbed your hips, pulling them down, thrusting harder and harder into you. You let distant moans escape your pink mouth. "Shhh, baby." he whispered, feeling the softness of your wet walls squeezing him so readily.

Matt silenced your moans with his mouth. His thrusts were slow, his touch was constant, holding your hips against his. Matt felt the assiduous hardness of your movements against him. Although he wanted to linger inside you, your excitement wanted more.

Matt couldn't help but open his mouth to moan loudly as you sat against him tightly. He loved the throbbing present in his dick as your pussy squeezed him. "Um, fuck." He moaned, pinching one of your nipples.

"You take me so good." he grunted. "I've waited so long to have you. You don't know how much..."

Matt couldn't contain his exactness any longer. The frantic feeling took over him. He thrust fast against you. It felt so good. The pressure your pussy felt against him made him sick and lustful.

You leaned on one of his legs, increasing your movements and he did the same against you. This was the paradise you had always imagined. He fucked you the way you imagined. It was wet, permissive and intoxicating.

His eyes were blinded by pleasure. His hands were firm on your body and you wanted all that liveliness to last forever.

It was that, that longing feeling, that had been churning for so long in your chest that you finally had it for yourself.

Matt pulled your breast against his mouth and you felt his soft tongue on your nipple, not stopping his thrusts. He moved his lips to the other breast, having one hand against your back, loving being stimulated more.

When Matt hit you, you felt a tingling sensation take over your entire body. You cried out, biting your lip as your brows furrowed at him. "This is it, right?" you nodded, holding your breath with each thrust. "Feels good, doesn't it!?" Matt teased, feeling the same amount of pleasure as you. "Hmm?"

At that moment, both of you no longer knew what you were saying, drunk on the imminent climax.

Matt continued to tease you with dirty words. He held your breast, saying: "I've waited so long to put it in this tight little pussy. Always wanting to show off for me, aren't you, love!?" you moaned in agreement, increasing the speed of your thrusts. Matt realized how those words affected you and that made him more and more urgent. "Always wanting to cum for daddy, right? Always being so good for daddy, aren't you?" Matt gave you a dark and naughty look that you had never seen before and those words made you delirious.

You came intensely, screaming loudly when Matt persisted his movements until he reached his own pleasure. He came right after you.

You fell against his shoulder, breathing heavily, trying to keep yourself steady. Mat had a smile on his lips.

All the guilt, persecution and ardor you had ever felt dissipated in that moment. He had you in his arms as he had always wanted. He made it his and you had never been happier.

"I'm going to kill the motherfucker who did this to you." he whispered in your ear, breathless, referring to the bruises on your arms.

"Would you do this for me?" you asked breathlessly, really wanting it to be done.

Matt pulled your head away, held your face in his hands and looked you intently deep into your pupils.

"I would do anything for you!"

[still-searching-for-something]

Let's talk about Israeli cuisine.

Unfortunately, I have less experience with it than I should, as it looks absolutely delicious, but I've never had any. Diaspora Jew in a place with few Jews or Israelis moment :(. And I'm talking less about Israeli cuisine and more about how it's perceived--namely how it's taken from Israelis, denigrated as 'not Israeli', as having been 'stolen' from Arab cuisine as a part of a broader project of 'cultural conquest'. Looking at you, Joseph Massad.

This assertion is not only a bald-faced lie, it is also deeply antisemitic. People have the right to make food. Nobody's going to call a non Italian racist for making or eating Italian food. Nor would an Italian be culturally appropriating if they eat sushi. Yet Jews and Israelis are stealing if they make Middle Eastern food?

More than that, though, it ignores Jewish history. Jews have lived in the Middle East for... as long as homo sapiens have lived in the Middle East? Mizrahim, who make up most of Israel's population, did not grow out of the ground in Israel from 1948-1979. They were expelled, violently chased out of the Muslim-majority countries they had lived for millennia. Before then, they sustained themselves on falafel, couscous, hummus, tahini, halva, shawarma, and every Middle Eastern food under the sun. If there were such a thing as the 'right' to make food, they'd absolutely have it.

But it's instead 'colonization', 'cultural appropriation', and 'cultural conquest'? To bring the culinary practices they and their ancestors had been practicing since Judaism began to the only country that had thrown open their doors to them? After experiencing pogroms, riots, anti-Jewish legislation, the world once sat by and did nothing to stop it. Again. And then members of these countries have the gall--the audacity and sheer disrespect--to accuse them of pilfering their own fucking culture?? After violently kicking them out???

Like, it blows my mind how many injustices Israelis are subjected to by moronic protestors who think 'Zionism is racism' or whatever. Every time someone posts about Zionist colonization of Palestinian food and culture, they're ironically themselves indulging in cultural erasure. The fact that Palestinians often make the same foods isn't indicative of a supposed Zionist plot to exterminate Palestinians and steal their culinary practices, but rather reflective of their shared origins as being Middle Eastern. But these online 'activists' don't care--nor do they care that the implied 'Zionist plot' that runs through their claims is textbook antisemitism.

Middle Eastern food is widespread in Middle Eastern countries. When Middle Eastern people get kicked out of Middle Eastern countries and go to another Middle Eastern country, they make... Middle Eastern food. Shocking, I know.

It isn't stealing. It isn't cultural appropriation.

Now, gut shabbos everyone.

[size0forhollywood]

Metafiction

Pt 9

Content Warning: 21+, oral, nsfw, smut, mental anguish, manipulation, Sylus mentioned, new characters, plot heavy.

Tag list: @xxfaithlynxx

A/N: Just when you think you move on the past always finds a way to catch up with you… there’s no difference here. Can we make our hearts choose? Between light and dark?

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Xavier really loves to eat… and we’re not just talking about food y/n.

Everyday, whether it be before he leaves for work or when he gets home he wants to devour your pussy. In the bed, on the couch, the kitchen counter even on the balcony at midnight. Of course you let him. It feels so fucking good. He’s made you cum with just his tongue alone.

This morning was no different. You were laying in bed with Xavier between your legs. His tongue tasting you, pleasuring you.

“Xav..!” Your legs trembling around his head and your mind goes blank as you bliss out into another orgasm.

Xavier loves feeling you cum on his tongue and face. Loves how you grind against him when you do. Once he feels you relax he untangles himself but he doesn’t get a chance to move away. No, not this time.

You manage to pull Xavier down onto the bed on his back. You straddle him to pin him down. A smile on his face.

“I’m feeling greedy this morning.” You lean down and lick your arousal off his lips.

Xavier lets out a small groan before he takes your lips onto his and starts kissing you. Enjoying every bit of your enthusiasm. Regretfully he pulls his mouth away.

“I’ve got to get ready Darling.”

You whimper. You don’t want to keep him from his work but you really were feeling extra horny this morning.

You roll your hips down, making sure to rub yourself against Xavier’s clothed erection.

Xavier’s cheeks go pink, “I can feel your wetness through my boxers…” he breathes out.

You start kissing Xavier’s jaw and then his neck. Your tongue dragging down his neck tasting his sweet delicious skin. You keep gently rubbing yourself against him. The friction feeling good. His hands on your hips. You thought he was going to stop you but no, he keeps you grinding.

“You’re so naughty this morning..” he groans. Clearly enjoying everything you’re doing to him.

You start nibbling along his clavicle. Kissing across his chest. You were feeling very fiery that’s for sure.

Xavier sits up, his hands cupping your ass as he does, keeping you straddled on him. His restraint falling to pieces.

“Okay darling… I’ll give you everything you want.” He says while kissing your neck.

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Xavier didn’t even fix his hair before running out his door to get to work. You can’t help but smirk at yourself for that. Feeling absolutely satisfied with your accomplishments.

You throw on one of Xavier’s white hoodies, enjoying the scent of him lingering on the fabric. After spending the morning cleaning you decide to take a walk.

You pass by the cherry blossom park, it’s been a few days since you’ve been there. The more time you spend with Xavier deepening your relationship, the less you thought about Sylus. Today though, you stopped. Something inside you telling you today was going to be different. You stand in the spot where you two had laid together, looking down the slope getting lost in thought. Silently waiting for the man with red eyes.

“A little bird should always change its routine..”

You jump and turn around to face the owner of the voice.

“Makes it harder for a predator to find her.”

A woman with jet black hair, greenish grey eyes, pale skin wearing a black and green traditional robe was standing behind you.

Her stare was cold and everything about her demeanour sent a shiver down your spine, the tiny hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Your gut telling you to walk away.

“W-who are you?” You didn’t mean to stutter but you did. You tried to recognise her but you’ve never seen her in the game before. She was completely new.

She smirked but there was no humour in her eyes.

“Think of me as an investor. Checking in on my assets.”

You raise an eye brow. “Excuse me?”

She steps closer to you. Even her movement exuded coldness.

“I can help you get back to Sylus.” That smirk with her cold stare making you freeze.

“What?”

“For a price, that is.”

“What makes you think I want to see Sylus?” You try and keep yourself composed but this woman was seriously freaking you out.

She lets out a humourless laugh. “Is this not where you come and wait for him?”

How did she know that? How long has this woman been watching you?

She steps closer to you again. “Although, it seems you’ve grown quite fond of that little hunter of yours.”

You hug your stomach as an act to shield yourself from her stare.

“What do you want from me?” You whisper.

She tilts her head. “I’m going to offer you a choice. I can take you to Sylus for a price or you can stay here in Linkon with that sweet hunter of yours.”

She steps closer again, it was like a lion stalking its prey. Your whole body sick, screaming at you to run away.

But, like a woman blinded by emotions you think about the possibility of seeing Sylus. “I..I don’t have any money.”

She laughs again, “I told you I am an investor. I give you what you want now and when it’s time to collect what I’m owed… I will.”

You shudder. “And..what is it do you think you’re owed..?”

“My..you are stubborn aren’t you..?”

She’s close enough to you now that she caresses your cheek. Her fingers cold just like her eyes. You flinch a little at the contact.

“You don’t have to decide right away.” She turns around and starts walking away.

“I’ll give you three days.”

She looks back over her shoulder.

“Meet me back here at midnight in three days time if you want to see Sylus.”

She stares at you for a moment and her expression becomes more threatening. “Light or dark, little bird? I do hope you make the right choice..”

You watch, frozen to the spot, as the mystery woman hops into the back of a sleek black car. Her jade eyes piercing you one more time before she disappears.

You feel your body trembling in fear and adrenaline. What did she mean by that? Was she going to hurt Xavier? Sylus?… or worse? Kill them?

You look around, you’re paranoid now that you’re being watched. Not being able to take it anymore you run back to Xavier’s apartment. Desperate to hide yourself away.

Once you get into the apartment you go to the bathroom. The one room where it doesn’t feel like it’s exposed to watchful eyes. You slump against the wall and slide down. Your legs feeling numb.

What were you going to do? This shouldn’t be a difficult choice to make right? You should stay here in Linkon with Xavier. You’ve been happy and safe since you’ve been here… but Sylus.

A tear slides down your cheek. It’s as if old wounds had opened up. You hold a hand to your chest, remembering that day at the safe house, how Sylus held you close to him. Your heart is aching all over again because of the slightest possibility of being with him once more.

“Light or Dark, little bird?…”

The mysterious woman’s words echoing in your mind.

A sob escapes you as you hug your knees. Three days was not enough time to make your choice.

By the time Xavier came home you were still in the bathroom. On the floor, releasing silent tears. You hear a gentle knock on the bathroom door.

“Darling? Are you okay?” Xavier’s voice sounds muffled through the door. But you can still hear his genuine concern in his voice.

Should you tell him about the mysterious woman? Would he be able to help you? Or would you be putting him danger?

You wipe away your tears and finally stand up.

“I’m okay Xav..” you open the bathroom door.

“I’m just feeling a little unwell today.”

Xavier looks at you like he’s suffering just at the mention of you being sick. He wraps you in a comforting hug.

“Is there anything I can get you?”

He was so soft, gentle and caring. He simply just makes your heart melt.

“I think I just need an early night.” You respond with a shaky voice.

“Okay Darling.”

You suddenly are swept off your feet, Xavier has picked you up and is carrying you in his arms. Taking you to the bedroom. He tucks you into bed.

“You rest up and I’ll get some dinner sorted, okay?” He gently cups your face with his palm.

You look at Xavier with teary eyes and nod. Showing him a weak smile.

You can’t tell him. You can’t risk it. He’s too pure.

You didn’t sleep that night. You just lay in bed staring at the wall. Xavier’s arm draped over your waist, his hand resting on your stomach. What was once comforting enough to help you sleep now doing nothing but causing you to feel guilty.

Every passing hour making your anxiety rise.

“I do hope you make the right choice.” The Woman’s icy words still echoing in your mind.

What was the right choice? And what would be the consequences if you didn’t make it? Was there another option?

Not before long the early morning sun started to peak through the curtain. You only had two days left… two days to decide between Xavier, your light.

Or Sylus, your darkness.

Xavier started mumbling in his sleep you couldn’t understand most of it. But one word came through.

“Darling.”

Your heart felt like it shattered right then and there. You can’t let anything happen to Xavier. You don’t know what this woman was capable of and if choosing to stay here meant danger was coming you’d never forgive yourself for anything happening to Xavier.

A tear rolled down your cheek. You know what you have to do. But do you have the courage to do it?

Can you sit there and tell this sweet man that you’re going to leave him?

“Xavier.” You whisper.

“Xav, do you have work today?”

Xavier groans, he always struggles to wake up. He tightens his hold over you.

“I don’t wanna..” he grumbles against your shoulder.

You sniff and give a little chuckle. Turning around in his arms to face him. You almost could cry again. Xavier looks like an angel in the glow of the soft morning light.

His eyes flutter open and he smiles when he sees you looking at him.

"Are you feeling better today Darling?"

You simply nod your head and smile at him. You can't let him know. Not yet anyways. You need to come up with a plan.

That's exactly how you spend your day while Xavier is at work. You know he has tomorrow off and instead of wallowing in your own despair, you're going to give him a memorable day. A sweet final goodbye.

You walk around Linkon City grabbing all the supplies you need for tomorrow to spend your day with Xavier.

You walk by the arcade and stop. Peeking through the windows, you recognise all the plushies in the machine. This. This will be perfect for tomorrow.

Once you get back to the apartment after buying everything you need you get started cooking dinner. You decide to try and make a hot pot. Living with Xavier has really turned you into a decent cook. You hear the front door click and the familiar sounds of his footsteps. You close your eyes and wait. The footsteps get louder and just as you expected you feel Xavier's arms snake around your waist. His chest pressed against your back and his chin on your shoulder. You're going to miss this.

"Are you making hot pot?" Xavier's soft voice rings sweetly in your ear.

"Mhmm."

"I love hot pot.."

You let out a tiny giggle, "I know. I just wanted to make up for last night."

Xavier gives you a tight squeeze and kisses your neck. "You never have to feel bad for feeling unwell with me." He whispers against your neck.

There it is, that gut-wrenching, pang in your chest. The guilt of what you're about to do eating away at you. You repress it for the moment. Don't let him see your thoughts.

"Well either way, I've made it. I just hope it tastes good."

Xavier starts kissing up your neck, "I'm sure it will."

-

Dinner was nice. Xavier looked so cute enjoying the hot pot. The way he stuffed his cheek with a meatball. You pretty much spent the entire meal watching him eat. Memorising all his small quirks.

Once dinner was finished, you both do the dishes and clean up. Xavier gives you a quick peck on the cheek.

"That was the best hot pot I've ever had."

Your face flushes at the compliment. Xavier starts heading towards the bathroom.

"Xav." You call out to him.

"Yes, Darling?"

"Would you like some company in the shower?" You ask softly, worried that he didn't hear you.

Xavier walks back up to you, his blue eyes darkening with lust with every step he took towards you. He picks you up bridal style.

"Absolutely."

~

Again you struggled to sleep that night. Your mind counting down the hours unwillingly. You sneak out of bed and sit on the balcony, waiting for the morning sun to rise. Today will be the last day you see the sun before you head back into eternal darkness. But that thought doesn't scare you because in that darkness... is Sylus.

Your eyes start to get heavy and before you realise it you've fallen asleep.

The smell of coffee tickles your nose. There's something warm draped over your shoulders. Your head is resting on something soft and firm at the same time.

"Are you awake, Darling?"

You open your eyes. At some point while you were asleep Xavier made you a coffee and had joined you on the balcony.

“Mm what’s the time?” You say squinting the sun was really bright, almost blinding.

“It’s nearly midday.”

You sit up, “oh no!”

“What’s wrong?” Xavier sits forward, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“I planned for us to do stuff today! We should hurry!”

You stand up, pulling on Xavier’s hand. He reluctantly gets up and then drapes his arms over your shoulders.

“Mmm do we have to? I was enjoying being cozy with you on the balcony.”

“Yes, I’ve been wanting to check out that arcade a few blocks away..”

Xavier gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“Okay.” He starts attacking your face with kisses, you giggle as you try to evade him.

“Xav! Stop.”

But he doesn’t stop, he lifts you up and carries you back in side while still trying to kiss every inch of your face.

-

You finally head down to the arcade and immediately run to the claw machines. You had so much fun trying to get as many plushies as possible.

Xavier tried to show off but the claw machine humbled him every time.

You had such a good time, laughing with him and messing around that you almost forgot what was going to happen tonight. In fact part of you was even considering not going. You were considering telling Xavier and just run away together.

“I’ve got no more tokens.” Xavier pouts.

“That’s okay, look at this massive haul of plushies we have!”

You hold up the four plushies in your arms. They were so soft and cute.

You glance at the clock in the arcade. 4pm. Your heart thumps hard for a moment.

“Do you want to go out to eat tonight, Xav?”

Xavier saunters over to you, he has a mischievous look on his face. He leans down and whispers in your ear.

“I’d like to eat you out tonight… Darling.”

Your face blushes, you look at the plushies in your hands, at Xavier, the clock and then back at the plushies.

You bring them up to your face. “Let’s not wait then..” you whisper.

You both hurriedly make your way back to the apartment.

Today may not have gone like you wanted it to but it was still turning out good. Xavier has had a smile on his face the entire time and that’s what you wanted. For Xavier to be happy.

You barely make it through the front door before Xavier picks you up and carries you to the bedroom.

“Xav, what about the plushies?”

“I don’t mind if they watch.”

He playfully throws you onto the bed, the plushies bouncing out of your arms. He hops on top of you, pressing your bodies together and traps your lips in a passionate kiss.

You let out a small moan in between kisses. Xavier pauses. His breaths heavy and he’s looking at you with lust gleaming in his blue eyes.

“I want you to ride my face.”

“Xav…” you look away blushing.

He strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Would you like to? Darling?”

You bite your lip and nod. “Very much so.” You whisper back. Xavier hops off you and starts stripping, he peels his shirt off revealing his slim muscular body and you appreciate the sight.

Xavier helps you out of your dress and underwear resisting the urge to just devour you right now.

“You’re so beautiful.” He gives your thigh a quick gentle bite. Xavier quickly slips out of his jeans and underwear and lays himself down in the middle of the bed.

“Come here darling.”

You crawl over to him. Kissing him to try and help settle your nerves.

“It’s okay baby. You won’t hurt me.” He coos.

You position yourself above his face, knees either side and you bite your lip as you look down at the intoxicating sight of Xavier between your thighs like this. His hands cup your ass, intermittently squeezing.

“Come on baby.” He encourages one last time.

You lower yourself down and as soon as Xavier feels you on his mouth he groans and starts licking between your moist folds. His hands squeezing your ass a bit harder now. But it doesn’t hurt. It feels good.

You let out a few moans as Xavier moves his face around, exploring your pussy.

You’re still at first but as he starts to lick at your clit you can’t help but start to gently grind up and down.

“That’s it baby. Ride my face.” Xavier says in between licking your cunt.

“Mmn Xav..” you gasp. You place your hands against the headboard to steady yourself as you start moving your hips faster. Back and fourth, round in circles.

His nose occasionally taps your clit and it feels like heaven when his tongue is darting inside you at the same time.

The need to chase that pleasure consumes you. As you go faster and a little bit harder.

Xavier groans into your cunt, loving the way you’re reacting. He grabs your hips and helps you move.

“Oh god Xav..!” You throw your head back as the pressure in your lower belly starts to rise. Fuck he was so talented with his mouth.

“Fuck my face baby. Cum on my face.” His filthy words almost push you over the edge.

You’re moving faster now, harder. Your thighs shaking.

“Fuck..Xav… I’m cumming!” Your body stills as wave after wave rolls through you but Xavier keeps moving your hips.

He laps up every bit of your orgasm on his tongue and on his face.

Your legs keep trembling as your clit is starting to feel over stimulated.

“Mm Xav s-stop pleas-e” you moan out.

After a few more licks and sucks Xavier let’s go of your ass.

You gasp as you pull your cunt away from his hungry mouth.

“You did so well baby.” He looks up at you. Lust and desire all over his face, it shimmers in the afternoon sunlight with your slick.

He bites the inside of your thigh and you gasp at the little sting it has but pleasure quickly followed.

Xavier, using his strength and agility was able to quickly flip your positions. You suddenly found yourself lying on your stomach. Xavier on all fours on top of you. He was kissing your lower back slowly trailing up to the nape of your neck.

“Xav..” you moan. Oh he loves hearing you moan his name. His cock was throbbing with an aching desire to fill you up. Make you scream his name.

He grabs your hips and props you up on your knees. You dip your back for him.

“So sexy..” he whispers.

He rubs the outside of your pussy with his fingers, collecting your juices and his saliva. Xavier slowly inserts two fingers and you moan at the welcome intrusion. He takes a moment to appreciate how you feel before he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you. Spreading his fingers to stretch you. Your hot squishy walls flutter around his fingers.

“Fuck darling…” he pulls his fingers out and strokes his cock, lubing himself with your sweet nectar.

Xavier rubs the head of his cock up and down your cunt, teasing your entrance.

“Mm Xav!” You say impatiently, you push back and manage to feel the tip of his cock. Xavier groans and then pushes himself the rest of the way in.

“Fuck..” so turned on by your eagerness, he then starts thrusting into you, a steady rhythm at first. His hands on your hips pushing and pulling against his rhythm causing an amazing friction.

Your hands gripping the bed sheets as Xavier starts pumping faster into you. Getting deeper and harder. Your mouth hanging open as moan after moan comes out.

Wet slapping noises fill the room as Xavier continues to ram himself into you and the bed starts to wobble. You feel like you’re drunk on Xavier’s cock.

Drool starts to pool at the corner of your mouth but you don’t care. You’re lost in the intense pleasure.

That familiar ache starts to build, your walls tightening around Xavier, making it harder for him to thrust into you.

“Xav- ah- I’m- cumminngghh!”

Xavier groans and he feels your walls vibrate along his thick cock and he can’t hold back. He fucks into you a few more times before he himself cums.

“Fuck baby!”

Xavier shudders as his cock spurts his creamy seed inside you.

He lets his head rest on the nape of your neck. His body covered in sweat. His breathing fast and heavy. Much like your own.

“You are my eternal sunshine, darling.” Xavier whispers against you. Your heart hurts and melts at the same time. Your stomach is in knots, every part of your body wants to tell Xavier… that you love him.

The afternoon light has been replaced with cool evening darkness. You lay in each other’s arms. Xavier fast asleep but not you.

You’re more conflicted now more than ever.

You could just stay, stay right here in Xavier’s arms. In his safe arms.

You look at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table. 10:30pm.

You feel a sense of dread through you and squeeze your eyes shut.

The Woman’s cold jade eyes appear in your minds eye, “I do hope you make the right choice.”

The threat was there. Deep down you know it. You sniffle back some tears and Xavier stirs.

“Shh. It’s okay, it’s okay.” You soothe him back to a deep sleep.

10:45pm. The numbers burning into your soul. You can’t take it anymore.

You silently get out of bed and go to the bathroom. You can feel yourself starting to hyperventilate. Tears streaking down your face.

The cold green eyes haunting you. Her cold detached voice blocking out all other sounds. You stare at yourself in the mirror. The fear clearly written all over your face.

You can do this.

You clean yourself up, there was no more time to waste. You quickly get dressed in a jumper and jeans then head back into the bedroom.

Xavier still sound asleep. You cup your palm against his cheek, he doesn’t stir. He looks so peaceful. Some more tears sprinkle down your cheeks.

“These last few months with you have been the best months of my life Xavier.” You silently whisper.

“Every time I look in the night sky and see the stars I will think of you…you are the light in my life.” You lean down and kiss him softly on the forehead.

~

Your feet are pounding against the pavement. The city is empty, no night life whatsoever. Your heart is thumping.

You fear you’ve missed your window but you keep running. Running towards the cherry blossom park. Street lights being the only thing that illuminates your way in the darkness.

Tears still stinging your eyes. Your lungs are burning breathing in the cool night air.

You squint and can start to see the cherry blossoms in your line of vision. You will your feet to move faster. You jump over the gutter and almost trip when you finally reach the grass.

You're bent over taking in deep gasps of air. Once your breathing becomes more manageable you stand up looking around.

You’re alone in the park. Not knowing what the time is. Not knowing if you’ve missed your deadline. You can feel yourself beginning to sob.

“Don’t cry little bird.” You snap your head up.

The Woman was sitting in a car, window down.

“Glad to see you made the right choice.”

A man in a suit steps out of the driver side and opens the back door for you.

Your heart is pounding in your ears, your instincts still telling you to run.

“It’s time to see Sylus.”

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[corrodedcoughin]

From the outside Eddie presents as a person with very little care for the opinions of others. This however is a shield, an armour class so high that no roll is beating him. Or so he likes to think. Truth is, it's shitty armour that would dissolve in water. But he can't let anyone know that. Needs to keep up appearances, needs to keep performing. 

This would all be fine if it weren't for the fact that Steve Harrington is aiming a metaphorical water pistol at his heart at point blank range. 

When did it start? Oh, who knows! 

Eddie knows, oh Eddie knows alright. Shamefully it wasn't even a mind-meltingly-he’s-so-hot-take-me-now moment that made Eddie's weevil brain latch onto the idea of Steve and never let go. No. It was during lunch period, because is there really a more romantic setting to have your heart shattered and reformed into the image of your new love? You see Eddie was attacked! Ambushed by his feelings! The traitors! He was mid conversation with Jeff about the best unconventional food combinations. Eddie was arguing for bananas with sliced cheese and was not being given a fair hearing on the matter when he turned his head at the most inopportune moment. The moment that ruined everything. Because in that head swivel Eddie saw Steve being Steve. He saw 'The Hair' without the mask. Steve had been tapped on the shoulder by one of his sport boys and had turned around to display a perfectly normal serious face. Except, on that serious face was two carrot sticks placed in his mouth like walrus tusks before he decided to further ruin Eddie by breaking out in the most disgustingly beautiful fit of laughter. Then! Then he had the audacity to take the sticks out and shove them up his nose. This was complete idiot behaviour and Eddie had never been more endeared in his life. Fuck. 

'Ground control to Munson, anyone in there?' Before Eddie could register what was happening Gareth had appeared from behind and started knocking on Eddie's head. Gareth could try all he wanted, Eddie was in a severe case of ooey gooey heart eyes over The Societal Norm that was Steve Harrington. 

'You okay man? You look vaguely constipated. More than usual I mean. You eat too many of those vitamin gummies again?' Gareth had taken a seat next to Eddie now and was promptly swapping out their lunch trays. His chocolate pudding to Eddie, Eddie's vanilla to Jeff and two applesauces to Ian. In return Gareth got an extra pretzel, no sweet tooth on that boy, which they all agreed was concerning and confirmed their theory that Gareth did not have earthly origins. 

'Dude shut up. And anyway it was ONE time. AND WHO TOLD YOU?' He didn't mean to shout but when a man's bowel's movements are brought up in a public setting what else is he to do? And...and oh no. Oh no, no. Eddie had turned back to get another sneaky look at Steve and was met by the whole table staring back. The whole table including Steve. Steve that was now making eye contact with Eddie while smiling in a deliciously confused way. Delicious?? Why was he giving Steve food adjectives? Who was he becoming? Next thing he'll be wanting to take a bite out of him!...maybe...maybe that wasn't such a bad idea actually, file that in his ‘think about later’ box.

'Harrington is totally staring at you. Eddie stop looking at him, stop! Do not engage with them! I swear to god I just want one lunch without drama!' Jeff said, finally breaking into Eddie's consciousness. 

Feeling himself going bright red Eddie returned to his body just as Steve waved with a carrot stick in hand. Bright red was now a thing of the past. Eddie's face was crimson. Eddie’s entire body could probably be used as a beacon for airplanes looking to land. Eddie's only option now was to seek employment as a court jester in order to make use of his permanently altered complexion.  Internally screaming, and maybe very quietly outwardly screaming too, Eddie swivelled abruptly in his seat. Fixed his gaze on the table in front of him and absolutely did not think about pretty Steve looked with a vegetable stuck in his face holes. Except he did and didn’t stop thinking about it for a long time.

[ficandkaboodle]

Vaginismus: Secondo x Fem!Reader

Author's Note: So . . . I'm already really bad at these types of things. But I think writing one of these on this type of subject matter is still important. Fanfiction is kind of a very rough place when it comes to acknowledging or writing for sexual disorders. On one hand, I am to assume this is because fanfic, by its very nature, is meant to be like wish fulfillment. Reader inserts are often meant to be the representations of the best versions of ourselves. But . . . I dunno, I feel like that can only go so far when you see representations of all kinds of disorders or issues or even complete non-issues. And yet virtually nothing is ever made with people who have conditions like vaginismus or whatever in mind. I love a good smut but sometimes, reading stuff makes me flinch inward and all I can focus on is the pain I would be in from even a pinky tip trying anything. I just think it's important to try and remind people that PiV isn't the only way to "get stuff done" and that it should be okay if that's a struggle for you. Some people can work their way out of the condition, and some people never do. And I think it should be okay to write about it because all too often it's easy to forget that or feel like you've lost out on being loved or understood over something that, in the grand scheme, is so silly. And since I have the condition and there's a chance I may never get out of it thanks to my fucked up noggin, I think this should be an opportunity to write about it. Hope I did okay. There might be more to follow . . .

Word Count: 2394 CW: Vaginismus and all the lovely self-loathing it entails, reader has a vagina, references to aspects of BDSM ig, MDNI

In your defense, you didn't think it would go this far. Certainly, one could argue that Secondo was a serious man: He wasn't prone to playing with food that wasn't absolutely his to consume. But you supposed you had forgotten that, or maybe you were just high on the the arrogant assumption that you might be a special case. Or maybe it just slipped your mind to intervene when the teasing glances, subtle and overt flirtations, and little talks between you kept going and going and going until --

Now look where it had gotten you: Sat in the office of the most intimidating Emeritus brother, a packet of documents lying on the desk before you, along with an elaborate green and silver fountain pen.

Secondo preferred to use contracts when it came to his potential bedmates he had a particular eye for. Ones he had an especial intention of keeping closer. Longer.

To many, this was an absolute honor. You knew plenty of siblings that would probably kill to be in your place. And as you sat wordlessly before both Papa and his documents, you contemplated throwing yourself onto those swords.

It would certainly be quicker and less painful than ducking out after coming this far.

You could picture it: St. Andrew's crosses, leather, hot wax searing deliciously into your skin, his sharp voice directing wicked degradation before salving you with praises. All the scrumptious things Papa II had gained a notoriety for indulging. You would gladly eat it all up and beg for seconds and thirds.

But you couldn't stop it there; it had to go further. Nobody just. Stops there. Nobody normal, anyway.

The problem was that you didn't consider yourself normal. Which was what made imagining him getting into position all the more mortifying even if in concept. You could picture yourself trying to convert the anticipation you were meant to feel from one of nerves into one of bliss but it doesn't matter. You try so hard to relax and be in the moment but it's a terrible moment!

You'd heard Secondo was blessed. The idea sat in your stomach while its surroundings shriveled in fear and constricted to an uncomfortable degree. Hell, it wouldn't even matter if he were the opposite of blessed: It would all hurt the same. It would still feel as though a needle were shanking its way into your most intimate parts, piercing onward until it struck your lungs and took the oxygen right out of you. And that would only be the beginning of it.

And just thinking that was enough to make the mask slip.

You prayed to Lucifer that the sound of you wordlessly nudging the papers and pen closer to Secondo would somehow be enough to disguise the whimper paining your throat. Unfortunately, it was not.

Your already throbbing stomach somehow made enough room to swallow your heart when you saw the older man's brow quirk.

"Something the matter, Sorella?" His voice, the one you'd grown to swoon into after all these passing weeks, made you want to flinch now. Fuck. You could feel your resolve slipping through your fingers like sand and creating further mess. You just needed to keep it together --

"N-no," you forced out. You tried not to dwell on how tight your voice sounded or how it even hurt just to utter that. A complete opposite to how smooth and natural it had been when you answered his invitation to his office earlier. You weren't even sure why you hadn't expected this to be the reason for such a request. You were so naive then . . .

You tried to push through the pain, tried add on, "I'm just --" but stopped almost immediately. You had no idea what to continue with. Fuck, you were fucking this up so badly! You seriously began to contemplate just standing up and leaving, but then where would that get you?

You still lived here, in the Abbey. Avoiding a Papa was virtually impossible at the end of the day. There was no way you two could carry on as though nothing had ever happened -- the flirting, the gazes, all that junk . . . Oh, Satanas, would you need to relocate? Uproot the life you'd finally managed to create for yourself here, sent off somewhere else just to hide the humiliation of what you were and what you had or hadn't done?

Satan, why did it feel so hot in here? Was that why the air suddenly feel like it was only oozing into your lungs with difficulty?

Clearly, Secondo did not take the silence well. His lips pressed into a thin line. "If I have insulted you, Sorella, I deeply apologize." No . . . "I thought you were aware of my practices." No!! He reached a large, ringed hand out to pull the items back towards him. And somehow, that was the final straw, the final snap before the dam collapsed.

It was like watching your last chance for something being taken away from you, even of your own accord! In fact, it was exactly that: Something you knew was necessary but it didn't have to be that way but fuck, your body and mind were at odds with each other and making it your problem and --

You hadn't even noticed that you'd turned into a crying, hiccuping mess, much less one that talked. It was only when you could see through your tears an actually surprised-looking Secondo (he was capable of shock?!) that you comprehended just what sort of state you were in.

And if it was enough to make the most emotionally constipated man in the Church look disquieted, then you must've been in a sorry state. The room only felt more hot as the burn of embarrassment enveloped you. You hoped it might even consume you in a full-throttle case of spontaneous human combustion as you struggled to swallow back up everything you'd just done.

"I-I-" you hiccuped wetly. It was so hard to formulate words underneath his gaze, which he never took off of you even as he reached for a box of tissues to offer you. You knew it was one of concern, searching for traces that maybe you needed help he couldn't offer you. But for the state your mind was currently in, it twisted it into one of disgust; like maybe all those affections he might've held for you an hour ago were being replaced with ones where all he saw was a madwoman.

It was almost too much. But it was also too late to go back now, wasn't it?

"I . . . My body doesn't work right," you finally admitted in a croaked murmur. Your eyes flew down to your lap in shame, watching your hands twist and tear at the wet tissues you'd just used. "It's a condition. Like my body clenches up down there at the mere thought of penetration. So . . . So sex is off the table, basically. I'm s-sorry . . ."

God, it sounded all so lame when you said it like that. But what else could you really do? How could you communicate to him the physical and mental pain it all caused you? How could you get across to him the embarrassment that came with pap smears, the shame you felt when recognizing how behind your peers you were? Would he sympathize or pity you if he learned that on a good day, you could get the very tip of a well-lubricated q-tip in and have to consider that a victory?

You weren't able to even formulate such thoughts, let alone predict how he might feel besides, perhaps, disappointment. Maybe even disgust.

Secondo liked the finer things in life, after all: How must he feel, knowing he'd wasted so much time and energy on something that was actually broken the whole time?

"I . . . I'm so sorry." At this, your fidgeting froze, your mind beckoning for you to glance up even the slightest. In doing so, even from such an awkward angle, you could see your Papa's expression remain nearly unchanged from before. It was still worried for you, though now with a touch of something more. "I can't imagine how difficult a spot you must've felt you were in . . . And for that, I apologize."

You gave a wobbly expression born of appreciation but also acknowledging the silliness of the sentiment. You gently huffed at the absurdity, "Don't apologize, you couldn't have known." A soft shrug allowed you to upright your position better. "If anything, I'm the one that should apologize. I should've said something in the beginning . . ."

At this, the older man shrugged back. "Perhaps, but I also can understand how uncomfortable that might've made you feel. Telling someone something so intimate can be difficult. Especially if it is like . . . Well." He gestured between the both of you.

You gave the smallest of chuckles (albeit, out of a desperate need to tenderize the mood) as you twisted the shredded pieces of napkin in your lap once more. Yet again, your eyes diverted from their connection with his. "Yeah, well, at least you would've known whether or not to waste time on me."

At that, the mood seemed to slightly change. You didn't feel threatened, but you knew that the breed of seriousness had shifted somewhat. Almost reprimanding. The eyes of Papa Emeritus II were just as intimidating out of the papal paints as they were in them, it seemed.

"I can assure you, Sorella," his normal nature of calmness returned, all traces of hesitancy from moments ago completely evaporated. "I don't see any of the time or what we've done together as a waste. If you have had any partners in the past that might've felt the opposite, then I sympathize greatly with you. But I also know that means you have no experience with anyone worth your time. That is, perhaps, the most disappointing thing of all here."

Damn. What do you even say to something like that? What could you say to something like that? Under normal circumstances, you might've argued in unfortunate defense of past failed connections, pinning the blame on you. After all, that's what made the most sense. or at least, it had. Until now, with the metaphorical mirror being propped up before you by one insistent Papa.

The room fell into silence as you searched for a response -- if you even needed to make one.

"Do you still want me?"

You almost jolted. You hadn't been expecting that to be what broke the silence.

"I . . . Well, yes. Of course I do, Papa." And you did. But . . . "But I don't know if --"

"I didn't ask for specifics, piccolina. I asked you: Do you still want to be with me?"

You struggled with a punctuated inhale. "Yes."

He hummed single low note before taking back the documents and pen. You watched curiously (and perplexedly) as he began to scribble and draw lines at seemingly random places. After what had felt like an eternity, he finally slid the packet back to you.

"Take a look. It's the roughest of drafts, of course, but we can properly revitalize it as needed. If you wish to make further retractions or additions, I give you the freedom to apply them."

Your brow furrowed as you picked up the papers for inspection. Of course, your eyes were immediately drawn to the instances of green ink that now freckled the paragraphs but you took especial time dialing it back and reading in full what these adjustments were meant to even mean.

Acts concerning penetration had been removed or adjusted as necessary, acts concerning outercourse or fondling had been either emphasized or added and asterisked.

"But . . . But Papa, I can't ask you to take away from your own pleasure," you objected. It was bad enough you'd strung him along, even if he argued that you hadn't. This was still quite a lot to grapple with in under ten minutes.

At this, Secondo cracked the first hint of amusement he'd had this entire session. He smirked as he reclined back in his hair. "And what, pray tell, makes you think I wouldn't derive pleasure from doing any of these things, piccolina?"

Porn, smut, the stories kiss-and-tell Siblings would often share in the cafeteria or in the hallways or the quad. Reddit posts.

"Well, I mean," you tried to argue. "They were there for a reason, weren't they? You enjoy those things." You ignored how the smirk on his face only seemed to grow. Hm. Maybe your words didn't have as much umph to them as you'd thought? Still, you continued. "A-and besides: I can't imagine you'd get off as easily from --" You glanced down at a word he'd scribbled in. " -- thigh jobs."

The low chuckle that rumbled from his chest settled your failure of a one-sided debated.

"Oh, Sorellina: You have much to learn about my proclivities," he sighed. "I understand that what the others might talk about may paint a certain picture of me. But I can assure you, any lover worth his salt should know that just shoving their dick into something is far from the end all, be all."

"And besides." The chair squeaked as he leaned in, hands folded on the dark wood of the desk. "It takes a true lover to relish in pleasure's many forms. I am more than happy to show you this, if you will let me."

It didn't matter that you had heard him say and gesture far cruder things: Just the words coming from his lips -- lips you had craved the taste of ever since your first sampling mere days ago -- coupled with the sincerity of his unbreaking eye contact. Your face was once again awash with a heat, a pleasant one born from blush.

You wanted to let him. You'd let him do whatever he could with you. You just needed to . . . let him.

Your body made picking up the pen feel weightier than it could've possibly been. But in a way, you were used to it: You were used to fighting your body and mind, always losing the battle so that they and their anxieties could be pacified while the other parts of you remained barren. Unsatisfied, with the conviction that it was only your burden to bear.

You didn't want a story to tell or even a milestone to complete so that you could better fit in with your peers: You just wanted to be understood. Or at least, like you wouldn't get left behind, chained by your own body and mind's complications.

As you stared at the green ink that formed your name on the pristine white paper, you felt a tightness in your throat. Never before had you felt so liberated . . .

[star-quill]

so, okay, i saw ur post about wanting to write some owen stuff and im totally here for it so i was thinking-

owen asks reader out on a date, and it goes great and they back to his place and the reader tells him that shes actually not that experienced and he just guides her through it-🫦🫦

I LOVE UR BLOG SO MUCH LIKE THANK U FOR EVERYTHING U DO FOR US I LOVE U🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

me when this is my whole brand !!!!!!!!!

(also mwah mwah ty i cant believe writing has made me so happy again 🥺🫶)

(kinda setting this during jw1 btw)

you honestly don't know why you said yes to the date with owen, he's probably only doing this to get into your pants. which a small part of you wouldn't actually mind, but you don't want to just be another girl in a long line of the ones he's slept with "just because". you know his reputation but neither of your friends have been out with him, so maybe it's slightly to brag about him having asked you instead of them.

there wasn't many options for date night on the island but you were just happy to be with him no matter what. he ended up taking you back to his place, starting a fire and cooking over the heat. it felt very him, he was totally in his element right now. and the food was delicious.

the sun was setting and watching it through the trees with him was so much better than you could ever imagine. and he was so much more charming than normal, his words laced with flirty undertones. you were having so much fun with him, you didn't want the night to end. then he nudged you off him and he stood up, holding his hand out for you to take. the fire had died down and he led you inside his bungalow. he left you standing in the middle of the joint bedroom/front room while he went over to the speaker on his coffee table. he pressed play and came back to you.

"may i have this dance?"

"of course.."

he was absolutely laying it on thick with you, but to be fair, you were letting him in so easily. he slow danced with you for a few songs, his eyes never leaving yours as he sang along to whatever was playing out the speakers. you stop moving for a second and he stumbles slightly when you stop, but still asks you if you're ok when he regains his balance. you don't say anything, you just lean up to kiss him and his hands immediately cup your face, pulling you upwards even more. considering his front room had his bed in it, you didn't have far to go before you felt the back of your knees hit his mattress. you broke the kiss only to lay down before he knelt down on the bed and hovered over you, searching for a sign in your eyes to kiss you again.

"i've uhm.. never really.. done this part.."

"you never fucked anyone?"

you shook your head. he just smirked.

"'s ok, baby.. i'll guide you through it.. you got nothin' to worry about.. ok?"

you nodded this time and he gave you a soft peck on your cheek. he adjusted your body a little, letting you wiggle out of your pants before he let your legs drape over his thighs. you immediately shoved your shirt off, discarding it on the floor near your pants. he brushed some stray hairs out of your face and noticed your eyes, looking at him hesitantly.

"you ok? need you to stay with me, ok?"

you nodded.

"need you to tell me.."

"i'm with you.."

"good girl.. any point you feel uncomfortable, you let me know, ok?"

you nodded again and he leaned down to kiss you again. he was treating you so good, maybe a little too good. you suddenly feel a little afraid you'll get attached and he won't, remembering his reputation. but then he kisses your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your collarbone and you forget all about that. his only intention right now was getting you off and making sure you felt good. and that you did.

you felt good when his mouth was all over you, leaving little marks on your neck and on the inside of your thighs. you felt good when he had his head between your legs, his tongue going deeper whenever you whimpered and tugged on the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck. you felt good when he kissed your neck afterwards, asking if you were still ok, still with him. you hadn't even noticed he'd undone his zipper until his dick was nudging against your thigh when he kissed your neck. then you really felt all of him, how big he was and you whimpered.

"you ok?"

"s'not gonna fit.."

"that's why i'm guiding you here.. we gotta work you up to make it fit.. i got you, ok?"

he took it slow, whispering sweet praises in your ear while he adjusted himself, the head of his dick already inside you.

"don't focus on anything except for how good it feels, ok?"

"mmhm.."

"good girl.."

he could call you that a million times over and you'd melt every time. he only got halfway inside you before your hands flew to his wrists, whining and squeezing your eyes shut.

"hey.. hey.. s'ok.. i got you.. just breathe.."

you exhaled, writhing against him and digging your head back into his pillows.

"gonna push deeper, ok? you ok?"

you nodded, feeling him slide deeper until his hips met the back of your thighs. he moved his arms to beside your head, leaning down to kiss you. your hands wrapped around his forearms, moving up to tug on the sleeves of his shirt. he got the message and leaned back, tugging it off and discarding it on the floor. his hands went back to beside your head and he leaned down once again to kiss you. he slowly dragged his hips back, then pushed back towards you, rocking into you slowly.

"you doing good? feeling good?"

"mmhm.."

"use your words, honey.."

"feels.. oh.. feels so good.. i feel.. mmf.. feel so full.."

his hips were grinding against the backs of your thighs and you could feel all of him. you felt so stretched out but in a good way, making you see stars. you were so close already, and you whined out.

"you ok?"

"so.. mmf.. so close.."

"let go, baby.. it's ok.."

you've touched yourself countless times before, had sex a few times too, but nothing compared to this. your whole body shuddered when you came, your hands gripping onto his forearms again. your legs writhed against his sides and he just laid a hand on your stomach, rubbing his thumb gently over your skin. he continued rocking into you, gently helping you through your orgasm. he wasn't far behind you and he pulled out just before, letting out his release onto your stomach. he leaned in to kiss your cheek, then your jaw and neck.

"was i good?"

"so good.. wanna do it all over again.."

that one time became a few more times. he had you in different positions every time, showing you more, teaching you more. and he took care of you every time. guiding you, checking in on you, telling you what he was going to do. his voice made your brain go fuzzy before he'd even touched you. he had you wrapped around his finger, knowing whenever he'd call you, you'd drop everything to be with him.

[cupcake-complains]

My Favorite Gastronauts Quotes so far

Oscar: What is that vegetable there?

Izzy: That's a knife.

Brennan: I have had a relationship to food where no matter how much food I have had, I always sort of feel that I will never have food again. And so, when I eat, I need it to be enough food so that when that likelihood that I'll never find more food happens, I ate a lot the last time I ate.

Jordan: My dog has that.

Izzy: I was going to say, our cat has that.

Brennan: What I love about your meal, chef, is that I feel myself activating muscles, not only in my arm, but in my back and neck in order to hold your meal up.

Izzy: Maintain eye contact.

Izzy and Oscar: *Lady and the Tramp-ing a huge sandwich*

Brennan: Chef, this is absolutely delicious. The aesthetic elements do trigger a kind of Luddite sensibility in me that I am experiencing art, which makes me fearful and outraged.

Brennan: Jessica's weighed the most and that wins.

Jordan: In terms of flavor, who's do you think won?

Brennan: Irrelevant.

Jordan: So I told you to leave that there.

Trevor: *drops gnocchi on the floor*

Brennan: Trev, you can- you can toss that gnoc back in there, we won't mind.

Oscar: It's okay, I didn't come on this show to make love.

Oscar: *realizes mistake* Make love?

Others: *laughing*

Brennan: Finally, someone bravery to say "I didn't come to work today to fuck."

Oscar: I've never eaten food, I guess.

Jordan: *to Izzy* Stop. Trying to. Make love with me. At work!

Brennan: Raise your hand if you came here to make love.

Jordan: *raises hand*

Izzy: *raises hand*

Oscar: *raises hand*

Brennan: *points accusatorially at Oscar*

Izzy: You said-

Brennan: You lied to me!

Jordan: Oscar's a liar. Oscar's a liar.

Oscar: I lied! I did come to make love!

Jordan: We all know that.

Oscar: Wait a second... Did you make this biscuit... just now?!

Mark: Yeah.

Oscar: In thirty minutes?!

Mark: Yeah.

Jordan: Oscar the whole time is trying find out what a cooking show is.

Jordan: Okay, Izzy, this is your challenge. What do you think?

Izzy: *mouth full of food* About...?

Izzy: I see a big ol' fat cheese man.

Brennan: If you're cocking normally, you wouldn't spatch all the way, but when you spatchcock, you cock all the wat out.

Oscar: Okay, you're purposely turning me on now.

Brennan: *pumping his fists* A weird little powder, right at the end! A weird little powder, right at the end!

Jordan: We thought he couldn't, but he did it! He pulled out a weird, little powder!!!

Izzy: *as the food falls apart* And he's changing right now!

Jordan: He's shape-shifting!

Brennan, Izzy, and Oscar: *kissing*

[weirdfreakshow]

i just think that gem should test pearl. see if she's really straight, ya know? get her all alone and touch her. pearl wouldnt hurt her, she cares too much for gem, and gem keeps telling pearl she loves her so much, and itll feel so good, shes enjoying it, right? she should eat her out while pearl keeps trying to push her away. make her cum on her tongue and not stop until pearls too weak to fight her anymore. and see, pearl enjoyed it, so shes not straight! gem knew she wasnt. and a girl cant rape another girl, right? pearls silly for thinking it was rape. especially when gem is so sickeningly sweet, keeps kissing her afterwards and purring sweet words to her, leaving pearl confused and upset, but not daring to speak out for fear of sounding stupid. she wasnt raped, after all!

This is absolutely delicious food, anon.

And gem knows how to truly make a girl cum, unlike some other guys. Pearl should be way happier fucking Gem rather than a dude that wouldn't even know where the fucking clit is. Pearl tries to reject her— politely, as to not hurt her. But gem would keep pushing, and pushing, and then Pearl would reject her not-so-gently. Thank god Gem is really patient and forgiving! she knows what Pearl truly is inside! and if she doesn't wanna accept it its okay, she can force it out of her. She can take the blame for the both of them.

Ugh, I'm sure Gem is so good at it too, makes Pearl cum hard on her tongue and fingers, leave her fucking shaking. She would sneak her hand up and grope one of her tits while she moves her hand fast and hard, Pearl is so fucking wet it leaks down her hand and it makes awful wet noises. They're drowned out by Gem's voice though. "I love you" "you're so beautiful" "you're doing such a good job", "good girl, good girl" "I love you, I love you, I love you so much" "you're perfect like this" it's so loving, and Pearl can't look at her, can't look at her eyes. Down there, licking and batting her eyelashes innocently and lovingly up at her, it makes nausea rise up in her, feeling so betrayed.

Gem is a girl's girl. She wouldn't ever rape her. She would never rape anyone, especially a girl! why would she? What the hell. Such an aaawful thing to imply! Girls can't rape each other, and even if they could Gem wouldn't be the type to. Maybe Pearl wasn't clear enough, maybe she's overreacting to all this.

Ugh, and if Gem doesn't even put fingers in Pearl, makes her cum from just her mouth alone,,, well. There's no penetration, therefore no rape took place! And she should be grateful Gem did her a favor like that tbh. Don't get why she's crying about it.

So called "straight girls" when you make them come on your tongue. Smh.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

i’m sorry but why was i supposed to find out that the apothecary diaries (2023) are an absolute banger on my own???

it’s very reminiscent of sugar apple fairy tale (2023) for some reason, but the roles are reversed - the main male love interest is golden-retriever incarnated and the main protagonist is the CEO of bad bitches™️

(Challe fen Challe, my beloved, you have never done nothing wrong in your fkn life and i think about you literally every single day)

(Anne Halford, would you do me the extraordinary honor of becoming my wifey~)

A N Y W A Y

i’m on episodes 6-9 atm and i’m fucking ROLLING

i’d jump in front a bullet for Xiaomao, i’d squish her cheeks and give her all the love and delicious food she deserves for her hard fucking work

Xiao Mao is such a cute nickname btw

Master of turning unfortunate circumstances (uhm, fkn kidnapping for example) into her bitch

this girl is the CEO of if you touch me without my consent and i will castrate you second time around™️

also CEO of I’ll get what I want & it’s just a matter of time™️, master of tactics & negotiations, she plays 4D chess with everyone in the palace

MAOMAO WHY YOU GOBBLE ALL THE POISON LIKE IT’S FOREPLAY- STOP-

this bitch doesn’t fuck around

WHY IS SHE GOBBLING THE FOOD AGAIN, SOMEONE STOP HER-

why do you think jinshin is fooling around boy, i mean we don’t mind but GIRL HAVE YOU SEEN HOW THIS MAN GAWKS AT YOU-

JINSHIN MY MAN ���🏻

please pray with me in his name, this masochist clearly needs it

his masochism makes my eyes widen in shock, someone slap this clueless puppy out of it, SOMEONE GIVE HIM A FUCKING CLUE CUZ HE LOST ALL HIS MARBLES

NO SERIOUSLY YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND-

this man hadn’t had a single thought penetrate that thick handsome skull ever in his life and he’s so real for that

this man is the CEO of no thoughts head empty™️ and he carries all the himbo energy on his back alone

his head is so empty he’s one of the rare competitors for the king of thoughtless idiots™️, Howl Pendragon himself

if Xiaomao and Jinshin won’t form a fucking power couple i might commit tax evasion or sue the studio

LIHAKU, YOU DESERVE THE WORLD-

(side characters earn 10/10 rating, i actually didn’t expect the concubines being so nice and interesting)

I highly recommend this anime. It doesn’t follow shoujo tropes to the dot, but the romance is ✨brewing ✨. The plot is overarching, but each episode has its small little mystery than you can try to solve along (girl, the theories I came up with and was deadass wrong-). I’m watching the dubbed version since I’m working on the side and I SWEAR IT’S SO FUCKING GREAT. I caught myself cackling on occasions.

[adalricus]

Do you think you can write a Infatuated with you pt.4🙏 please and thank you😛

This is a sorry for me disappearing. Here you guys go.

Infatuated with you

Pt.4

☆Pt 3 ☆Pt.2 ☆Pt.1

Tw: use of princess but gn reader (Darius doesn't care), kidnapping, torture, non-consenual touches, mafia themes,death

You and Mi-Young, who you know called Mi-Mi, would hang out a lot, mainly cause she was one of the only gateways that allowed you to go out. But not only that, but she was laid-back and allowed you to basically anything. The two of you were having one of your usual hangouts. You both binged movies until sunset, and then Mi-Mi suggested you both take a hike to watch the sunset and have a mini-picnic. It sounded adorable, so of course you agreed you both walked up the street. It was nice. You took a dep breath in as cold, refreshing air filled your lungs. You two were just about to reach the gun when you suddenly heard a loud gunshot next to you. You turned and saw Mi-Mi clutching her bloody side before pulling you close. "Where the fuck was that from!?" She exclaimed when a car quickly drove over to you two, by then Mi-Mi pulled out her pistol to shoot at the car. They stopped next to you both before a man dressed in black shot the hand Mi-Mi used to hold the gun. You froze in place, confused on what to do, when that same man grabbed you. You fought until you felt a cloth against your mouth and nose, making you pass out.

You awoke in a dark room tied to a chair, obviously confused. I heard footsteps walking towards you, "Well, hello there, pretty, finally awake, are we?" The mysterious person said you didn't know what to say at the time. "I'm Darius. There's no need to introduce yourself. I already know you. You're adorable, love, so if you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you, okay?" He said with his hands cupping your cheeks. You heard footsteps walking towards you both, "Sir, we got in contact with Victor." You almost jumped at the name, and Darius noticed that immediately, "So you both are close, I understand. Just look at you."He said smugly. He squeezed your cheeks before leaving you in that dark room. You don't know how long you waited until Darius came back into the room with a plate of food. "Oh, princess, I'm sure you're hungry." He said, blowing on a spoon of food, he crouched down to your height before eating the food. He made sure you knew how delicious it tasted, you were starving, and you could see the pleasure on his face. "Why would you do that!" You screamed at him, "Who said you were of any food in this house? You're still Victor's plaything. I dislike you, not as much as Victor, but still a significant amount." He said before walking out with the food, "Make sure you sleep well, love." And with that, the door closed. The next day, he came in absolutely furious. He untied you before lifting you up and sitting you on his lap. His skin felt cold and dead. "You're warm. You also smell sweet. Your little boy is testing me, so I decided to make a little video and show him why you don't fuck with me." He said holding you, "I'm sure you noticed the camera, we'll use that okay princess?" You didn't know what he was gonna do but you knew it was bad. "You're so good, so sweet, I never thought I would, but I understand what Victor sees in, I think I'll take good care of you." He said before standing up and putting you back in the chair and retying the ropes. He then walked behind the camera and switched it on before taking out a cloth filled with weapons. "Don't you wanna know what happens when you fuck with me Victor, things you love get broken." He said unwrapping it and taking out a razor he walked towards you "This is for my old manner." He said as he cut into into your thigh "This is for Ophelia" He continued to say cutting your thigh, he continued for quite a bit, you screamed in agonizing pain begging for him to stop, to have mercy on you. Eventually, you passed and woke up on a luxurious bed, your head pounded, and you turned your head to see a nurse picking used medical equipment up. She turned to see you awake. "Oh, you're awake, Mastress y/n, Do you need anything, perhaps some painkillers?" You looked at her and nodded slightly before asking."Where am I?" "You're in Master Darius' room, I'm surprised he didn't let you bleed to death, and even more so let you rest in his. This is the closest to kindness his been since Mistress Ophelia passed." She said to you before leaving. Not long after, Darius entered the room and sat in an armchair "Do you think I'm cruel?" He asked and before you could answer "I don't like involving people who are involved into this business but Victor did, I want to get back at him for what happened to Ophelia, but I can't help but feel guilty. I've been watching you , and you are a kind-hearted, I apologize for earlier. I think I'm gonna keep you, keep you safe from Victor." He got up, and before leaving the room, he said,'But that won't mean, I'll give a plaything of Victor's princess treatment." He said and finally left the room. You don't know if this is final or if Victor would come save you. all you knew was you didn't feel totally safe around Darius.

[fanvoidkeith]

sooooo i may have. spent my day binge watching dungeon meshi and here are my Opinions, having never read the manga ever (very MINOR ANIME SPOILERS ahead! nothing too in-depth but, y'know, for laughs):

laios is my autistic blorbo son boy and i love him and i want him to be happy. go find your sister, dude, but also eat monsters for fun and research reasons. this is the one context where i would say "eat monsters" like... ever

laios is also 1,000 percent a freak for wanting to eat monsters and study them the way he does. absolutely insane man. stop trying to be a martyr, you dumbass, and also stop poisoning yourself. both of these opinions coexist at the same time and i don't know how to feel about it because feelings (and social cues) are difficult

marcille is a lady who is so so SO smart and cool, but has absolutely ZERO street smarts. (babygirl you are JUST like me, except for the whole "being a woman" thing.) she's a "gifted" kid who now has burnout and needs to feel useful or else she feels like a failure constantly kinda girlie. she doesn't want to be abandoned. relatable. i'm concerned at how much i relate to her. stop being so relatable, dammit!!

chilchuck is INCREDIBLY emotionally constipated. lmao. he also has chronic young-forever face, which means he probably gets mistaken for a twelve-to-sixteen-year-old constantly, which... same, dude, same. i've heard (from the manga readers) that he's divorced with several children, but i don't know if that's true. i hope it is. i really want that to be where part of his issues come from. i want more angsty moments with his character. he'll be my new emotional punching bag when i finish all those other unrelated one-shots i'm planning on writing :)

senshi is a sweet man who just wants to feed and protect his new friends. i think food and acts of service are his love languages. he has a really fuckin' strong pot and knife for some reason lmao

i love falin. she's kind of a freak too, but she knows social cues better than her brother from what i can tell. sure hope nothing bad happens to her- oh gods. well, i sure hope nothing ELSE bad happens to her- OH GODS OH FUCK-

uhhhh. i like that the kobolds in this anime are dog-people. i love dogs. dogs are cool. very cute. 12/10 decision honestly

this anime made me so hungry but i still forgot to eat for most of today. rip. the food in dungeon meshi looks goddamn delicious though, so it's fine

sometimes these characters act just like a D&D party would. like. damn. this is just like that ONE TIME in dungeons and dragons when our party did [X action] and then [Y consequences] happened-

oh my goddddddssss there's ECOSYSTEMS IN THE DUNGEONS??? DUDE I LOVE THAT. CRAZY CONCEPT. FUCKING LOVE THAT. ADVENTURERS AND MONSTERS AND CREATURES (and senshi, who is his own category) ARE PART OF AN ECOSYSTEM. I'M CLIMBING UP THE WALLS AND GOING INSANE RN

oooohhhh shit politics. oh shit background politics that our main characters ignored. no wonder they focused on this other party lol

OH SHIT OTHER CHARACTERS FROM THEIR BACKSTORIES RRRRRAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

oh yeah i guess this is about whoever gets the big treasure at the bottom of the dungeon or whatever if they defeat the Big Bad or something? okay dude. it's only relevant to me when it's relevant to my New Blorbos honestly. but i WILL jot that down though :eyes emoji:

look. i am NOT calling it "delicious in dungeon". i KNOW that's the creator's intended english translation, but personally i think that title sucks. so DUNGEON MESHI it is, for me personally

PLEASE give me the second season right now i need MORE. i'm slurping up this show like soup and i'm fucking HOMGRY!!!

okay that's it that you for comjng to my ted talk

[shanksbaby]

Shanks x Fem!Reader - Old Love

you are one of the members of the Straw Hat crew, you have recently become one in reality. You have been following in the footsteps of your captain Luffy for about a year and a half, you decided to be a part of it when you met him on an island that he was liberating from the world government.

being with the Straw Hats is one of the best things that ever happened to you. There hasn't been a day since you've been with them that you've felt sad or bored. If they saw you down there were already Usopp, Luffy and Chopper to make you laugh; and there was Sanji who was ready to cook you the most delicious dishes.

so you can't help but feel lucky. You are now on the island of Bourgeois, you will stop for a few days and then leave, due to the lack of supplies you were forced to stay on this island.

you and Nami took the opportunity to stop and do some shopping, you spent the day squandering the treasure you captured a week earlier. Have you bought designer clothes, bathing suits, hot lingerie (especially for you as you were trying to pass an old story behind you, and what better way than through sex with strangers?)

after a ( tiring ) day of shopping go back to your companions, and even before setting foot on the ship you hear Luffy's voice screaming from the latter

" Y\N! Nami! Get ready tonight we feast, an old friend is here"

Oh! how much you loved when you feasted, you loved eating in company, especially when there was a lot of food. You were already preparing to taste whatever delicacy Sanji had prepared, your happiness drops immediately.

the friend your captain was talking about was your ex, Shanks. Your gazes meet, both of you are surprised to see each other's faces, both you and Shanks have probably imagined never meeting again.

what should you do? go say hello? and pretend those years together and the break up didn't happen? you don't know what to do, and you stare at him, you actually stare at each other. It seems that he too is undecided, but luckily your companions save you, who greet him and start chatting with him.

during the evening you sit away from him, and mutter only a few words, never directed at him, and you get up early from the banquet inventing an excuse. You couldn't still be close to that man, not after what he did to you: he left you, and above all he left you on that island.

tsk, and now you're supposed to act like nothing happened? like it's a new face? No thank you. Seeing him converse so cheerfully as if you weren't in the presence of him, the person he swore he loved and then treated like an old object makes you feel sick. Not to mention he's seeing a person right now.

your stream of thoughts is interrupted by a familiar, all too familiar voice.

"Y\N " Shanks says with an almost uncertain voice, you've never seen him like this " I wanted to talk to you…"

"About what? How you left me like trash or how you came here acting like I wasn't there?"

he flinch at your words. "I wanted to apologize for how it went and for leaving you like that."

you don't reply to him, you simply turn to look at the calm waves of the ocean, you don't want to look at him or talk to him. What should you answer to these words? Okay, is all forgiven? Fuck, nope. You don't want to be mad at him forever (he was a friend first anyway) but right now you don't see why you forgive him.

" I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you" he speaks after a few minutes of silence " I know you don't bel-"

" Shut up " you interrupt him "I don't want to hear your bullshit" you give him a fiery glare again "I don't care what your intentions were, you still hurt me."

" And you are absolutely right. And I know that after stranding you on an island I don't deserve to say it, but it wasn't an easy choice. I didn't do it overnight, I wish you understood that"

a bitter laugh escapes you at those words " And do you think it was easy to have a stable relationship one day and then the next day to give up, not even giving the time to try to understand what happened?"

"It wasn't easy for both of us"

"yeah"

more minutes of silence pass and you think that if you had met Shanks a year ago you would have killed him, and you would not have had this reaction, now you are calmer, perhaps a sign of the fact that the wound is healing.

"Anyway, I find you really good you know? And the underwear you bought with Nami is really -" you immediately punch him in the stomach angry at the words he just said. Always been a pervert.

"You stayed the same, a pervert! "

"And you remained the usual violent one" but as soon as he sees your gaze he hastens to add an apology

" …You know, I'm still mad at you, don't pretend to be friends. Not that I don't want to be your friend anymore, but right now I can't"

"I know, I'll wait when you're ready"and he gives you one of those smiles that you fell in love with, and you realize that you're never really over it, you still love him.

after these words, he leaves, withdrawing from his companions. You can't help but look at him from afar with bitterness.

[death-isnt-surprising]

I've been watching Dead ringers for 2 whole months, because I'm really obsessed with this series, and I also didn't quite understand some details in it and to understand them I had to review it a million times :)

I'm sorry, I'm a little bit stupid.

now there will be my thoughts on this series and so on, YOOOO

it really amazes me how much Elliot and Beverly are obsessed with each other in the sense that they can be considered and maybe they really are 2 halves of one whole, despite HOW much they differ in character and preferences (in food, clothing, sexual partners, sexual orientation, and so on).

IT'S UNBELIEVABLE THAT THEY DON'T HAVE THE CONCEPT OF "this is me 🥰😘😄 and this is my sister😎🥳😼," BECAUSE WHEN ELLIOT TELLS BEVERLY THAT SHE KISSED AN ACTRESS THAT BEVERLY LIKES, BEVERLY IS NOT SURPRISED, NOT SHOCKED, NOT ANGRY, NOT EVEN JEALOUS. Because, obviously, this is a long-established practice for them, BUT IT ALSO MEANS THAT THEY ARE COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF EACH OTHER SEPARATELY. It's only with Genevieve's arrival that Beverly wants something on her own, without sharing it with Elliot, (and this infuriates Elliot, because, again, obviously, they had previously shared ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING with each other. absolutely. I repeat, ABSOLUTELY.), Beverly doesn't like it when Elliot just goes into their bathroom while Genevieve is bathing and Elliot immediately says she's not looking. ALTHOUGH THEN ELLIOT ANYWAY "LOOKS" AND ASKS BEVERLY WHAT SHE (Genevieve) IS LIKE. YOU UNDERSTAND!?!??!?!?!

IT'S LIKE BEING ONE PERSON, BUT JUST IMAGINE HOW ONE DAY SUDDENLY YOUR HALF STARTS DOING AND THINKING ABOUT THINGS THAT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT.

FOR YOU, YOUR PEACEFUL EXISTENCE MEANS KEEPING THINGS AS THEY ARE. THERE IS NO ONE ELSE FOR YOU, JUST YOU AND YOU. HOWEVER, THIS BALANCE IS COLLAPSING AND ANOTHER PART OF YOU IS TRYING TO REGAIN THIS BALANCE. YOU ARE TRYING TO BECOME YOU AGAIN. yes, you are trying to become yourself, and return this balance by invading your sister's personal life, cutting off unnecessary close ties from her, asking her what her girlfriend is like, eavesdropping on how she fucks, trying to imitate it, to become her for a moment.

Elliot warns Beverly that Genevieve doesn't 'live up' Beverly's fantasies. Is it just me or is it weird to know about the sexual fantasies or something of your relatives? It's a little different, probably, but just imagine that you know how your sister or father or mother prefers to fuck. what the fuck. THEY ARE SO FUCKED UP. i deeply love them.

actually, I'm trying to understand which twin is more obsessed with the other. although Elliot expresses this obsession most vividly.

I mean, let's look at how Elliot behaves with Beverly. Elliot can just grab the phone out of Beverly's hands, Elliot can always say something not very good and something frankly rude to Beverly and the maximum that Beverly can answer her is a softened barb and the words "please," "stop" and so on. Elliot absolutely always violates Beverly's personal boundaries, which cannot be said about Beverly in relation to Elliot. what's interesting, Beverly snaps at absolutely everyone in the series, but she never said anything terrible to Genevieve, and even more so to Elliot.

and yet, despite their differences, their common goal was one thing - to change the way women give birth. but even here, Elliot was interested not only in this, but in real and largely illegal research, experiments and solving any fertility problems, as she says. I think even this goal of hers was based on the fact that Beverly was constantly having miscarriages and she couldn't get pregnant in any way.

so, Elliot wasn't lying about how everything she did in her life was for Beverly.

Beverly always wanted to separate herself from Elliot.

I also like and amuse the fact that the main twin was Beverly, despite the fact that she is younger than Elliot. just for a few minutes.

also, obviously, on of the reasons for their codependent and dysfunctional relationship was that neither of them felt whole without the other. Beverly lacks Elliot's confidence, her ability to dilute an overly tense or stuffy atmosphere with her sarcastic expressions or frankly terrible comments and behavior, while Beverly could remain a more reasonable and collected twin. Elliot, it seems to me, admires and is simultaneously amused by how much Beverly is "human" and sincerely beneficent, unlike Elliot herself. maybe they don't like being each other. Elliot doesn't like to be herself when looking at Beverly, just like Beverly when looking at Elliot.

to be with her or to be her, they said.

by the way, I found this seemingly cut-out script on Pinterest.

it's quite cute.

and to be honest, I still don't understand the meaning of the ending. isn't it true that Beverly died and Elliot took her place? although this is unlikely, to be honest. I'm still sure that they would like to kill each other at the same time and still be close to each other, but I don't think either of them is really dead. does it make much sense to go to group therapy sessions and tell everyone that your sister died, and then come back at the end?

in addition, if the twin sitting at the end of the series was Elliot, then………

My God, my thoughts are confused.

interestingly, Beverly talks about the incident with the boat, when they almost lost each other, and Elliot replies that this did not happen. although I think Elliot remembers and knows about it and thought about this moment when she was sitting in the bathroom, wearing glasses. but why does she claim that it didn't happen?

or with this scene, they wanted to show us that because of Beverly's meeting with Genevieve, Beverly and Elliot began to lose each other, as then?

okay, my personal favorite is Elliot. I know I need a therapist, but I felt really sorry for her in that scene when she came home and just went to sleep at the door of Beverly's room.

she called her all the time while Beverly was with Genevieve and at the end of the season, Elliot kept calling Beverly. and it was sweet, how special her relationship with her father seems, that she hugged him and clung to him. Beverly is much cooler in this regard and I don't notice her special affection for any of her parents.

I ALSO REALLY HOPE THAT ALL OF YOU HAVE PAID ATTENTION TO THE EXCEPTIONALLY DELICIOUS FRAMES FROM THIS SERIES. WHAT THE HECK. LOOK AT THIS.

GET IT GET IT?????? It's me when "YOU HAVE NOTHING TO WATCH TONIGHT? LET'S WATCH WHAT YOU'RE DOING WITH YOUR LIFE" thoughts. My God, this silent transmission of the emotions and feelings of the character through the scene is just something. AND THEY WILL USE IT MORE THAN ONCE.

guys, the song "THE RED MEANS I LOVE YOU" was written about them. this is their canonical song, whoever disagrees - agrees. you have your own opinion and I will tell it to you. a truly beautiful frame.

I'm sorry, but I really like the way they sometimes hold hands, as a sign of affection or.. maybe as a sign of reconciliation after a little skirmish and tension in their relationship. at the time before that, Elliot was really upset that Beverly, as it turned out, now didnt want a baby, and Elliot didn't know about it. once again, I say that Elliot was categorically not happy with the fact that now Beverly was not sharing with Elliot ALL the juicy details of her life and plans.

To be honest, at first I didn't even realize that it was Elliot and Beverly, who always slept together. I thought this was some kind of arthouse stuff, hahaha. It's great.

CAUSE YOU'RE MY RELIGION, YOU'RE HOW I'M LIVING.

WHEN ALL MY FRIENDS SAY I SHOULD TAKE SOME SPACE, (part 1 lol)

There's no beautiful shot or anything like that, but there's Rachel's definitely GORGEOUS, DIVINE, MOST WONDERFUL CUTE face and I really like Rachel's makeup here, her hairstyle and most importantly, her gaze. Elliot just stands there and watches her sister and her girlfriend too closely. It was weird, but I definitely liked it. There was something about it.

Look at these fucking color combinations. My eyes are experiencing something like an orgasm right now.

Just notice how initially the light in the background was yellow or something, and now it's red.

It's not just the food that looks delicious in this photo. I said what I said.

Yes, sniffing and biting is their thing, okay.

Oh, yes, the colors again. Just look at it. LOOK AT IT.

(part 2)

WELL I CAN'T ENVISION THAT FOR A MOMENT.

WHEN I'M DOWN ON MY KNEES, YOU'RE HOW I PRAY.

It's really cool that they decided to sort of turn the camera around. This music is also very appropriate. And I really like Rachel's face here again. An almost blunted expression on her face, a feeling of euphoria after another use of magic powder.

I love this moment when it feels like the authors of the series are talking to us through the characters. At the beginning of the series, it seems to me, there was a message for fetishists or just perverts who like to jerk off on this stuff, sexualizing the relationship between brothers and sisters, and even more so if they are twins, then this is a complete collapse. It's the same here. Agnes seemed to be speaking the authors' thoughts, talking to us a little and talking to Elliot a little. The musical accompaniment after that moment really scared me. As I said, it felt like the fabric of reality had been torn. I think the same melody would have played out in my head if I had deliberately pushed someone from a height. Really. It's like playing a cute game, so that after 5 hours of passing in comfort and peace you would see the most terrible and frightening screamer.

you know, Elliot is really cool. she's fucked up, she's incredibly fucked up, crazy, and I'm sure if she were a real person, I'd really hate her and at the same time want to be friends with her or something *wink wink*, but Beverly… Initially, I really liked Beverly, because I considered and consider her very sweet, kind, quite patient at some moments when my own patience would burst in a second, and this really inspires respect for her. In short, she's the perfect partner in crime. I was struck by how calmly she reacted to Elliot's words that she might have killed some old lady. the old lady that both Elliot and Beverly saw. at the very beginning of the season, this woman asked them for change, and Elliot gave her her glasses. definitely, if Elliot is fire, then Beverly is clearly ice. not water. at the same time, incredibly fragile, but resistant enough to pierce someone and not be broken at the first blow, and easily melting in the heat.

YYAAAAYYYY, MUKBANG FROM RACHEL WEISZ. YUMMY YUMMY💥💥💥🖤🖤🖤💘💘💘💘💘

it was really hurtful to see. I know it's wrong and that I shouldn't consider Beverly and Elliot's relationship sweet, like they should be together, like it's the right thing. and yet. we can see how in the first frame Elliot has an almost blissful expression on her face as if saying "See? I promised you, baby sister," and in the next photo she seems to remember Genevieve, who has now become much closer to Beverly than Elliot. now it is her that Beverly can call "my everything", now Beverly shares all her feelings and worries with Genevieve. I can't blame her, Elliot is bad at comforting someone, and Genevieve is so sweet, attentive and kind to Beverly when she needs it.

I'm really desperate for some terribly dramatic movie starring Rachel Weisz. at first it would have been a wonderful and even funny movie, but then the world of the main character would begin to collapse, and her mind would come apart at the seams, so that there would really be a lot of very incomprehensible scenes, which, however, have too much hidden meaning in themselves, so that each scene would scream something like "unravel me". so that there is a frequent play of light and shadow, colors, objects, symbols. And of course, the main character should show a very different range of emotions, ranging from laughter to incredible hysteria. I'm sure this movie would have brought Rachel another Oscar, because I watched almost all of her filmography and she didn't often perform such emotions as tears and suffering, but I like how she performs something similar to madness, despair, disbelief here. I really like how her eyes start to run in this scene and she tries to control her facial expression, because at any moment she can break off the hinges. And she has a really beautiful neck, by the way.

I really like this scene too. in the first photo, it seems as if Beverly's eyes were shining with happiness, because after all, she wanted it, and in the other one it feels like the light in her eyes went out after realizing that she was pregnant with twins, when she wanted at least something in her not to remind her of her. it would be nice to draw this.

have you also noticed that Beverly is really prone to self-harm? have you also noticed that there are scars on her thighs that are clearly left over from her teenage years? have you also noticed that moment when she was banging her head against the toilet door, after one really devastating setback in her work? have you also noticed that Beverly smokes when she is under severe stress?

there's something to it.

911.

[gabessquishytum]

i don't think we've talked about thigh cuffs here and you know what? we absolutely need to fix that and the latest warprize hob ask has given me thoughts. so! shy warprize hob, completely naked except for his collar and the matching cuffs holding his wrists to his thighs, lovely soft leather and gold buckles and inset gems because dream will only buy the best for his pet, but no other jewellery, not today. he wants the focus all on hob.

but, of course, even without use of his hands hob will always try to curl up and hide himself if he can. so dream has a one bar prison brought in and set up in front of his throne, and he watches very intently as two of his guards slowly lower hob onto the bar. it's fairly slim but long, uncomfortably so, enough that even trying to bend at the waist and curl in on himself sends hob's stomach spasming uncomfortably. so all he can do is stand up straight, arms at his sides, and do his best to hold still. he won't look anyone in the eye, but that's alright. dream doesn't mind that part so much.

and, of course, the point is to get hob used to attention. so he gives full permission for anyone to come up and inspect his pet, and the courtiers take full advantage, stepping up to work fingers into his hole next to the pole or play with his cock. he's soft at first, but doesn't stay that way for long -- and then once he's hard there's nothing he can do about it, no way he can touch himself or even try to press into the hands touching him. plenty of them pick up on that, holding hob's cock and offering to let him fuck into their hands but he can't, not without jostling the pole inside him.

he's so exhausted and grateful to be taken down at the end of the day that he can barely do more than lay at dream's feet where he's put down. he doesn't have a single objection to dream seating him on his cock during dinner -- dream's cock is strikingly big, sure, but it's not inhumanly long and it's stiff in the way of hard flesh, not wood. it's downright comfortable, comparatively. hob's quite happy to relax in dream's lap after the day he's had, and dream hand-feeds him bites of food -- hob's wrists are still cuffed to his thighs, after all -- and tells him what a good boy he was, how pretty he looked, how much everyone liked looking at him.

-🐈‍⬛

AKSKDJFKGK OK babe yes ABSOLUTELY i need to see shy nakey Hob in thigh cuffs immediately. This very important to me. Also for more shy warprize Hob + spreader bar, here's this post!

Everyone wants to get a good look at the pretty decoration in the throne room. Hes so cute with his cheeks pink, his blush descending all the way down his neck and chest. The heat of shame and embarrassment is coming off him in waves, and it's just delicious. Even more so, because poor Hob can't stop himself from getting hard. The more he's teased and touched, the more his cock swells and leaks, and the more embarrassed he grows.

He was a soldier before, but he's never been so uncomfortable. His tummy hurts because the wood inside him is making him cramp up inside, and he can't even scratch himself if he gets an itched. He has to resort to begging for someone to rub his thigh when it starts to ache. Tears drip down his cheeks by that point, and his cock is nearly purple with the want of an orgasm. He's even tried tugging at the cuffs, but it's useless. He's so tense and hot, and it's almost a relief when someone slips a finger into his home because the pole is so harsh and stiff. He'd do anything to be lounging around naked on one of the comfortable couches now, no matter who looks at him.

Despite the fact that it was literally Dream who put him there, Hob is pathetically grateful to be taken down and into the king’s embrace. He sniffles and presses himself close in Dream’s lap, beyond the point of caring who sees him acting like a pathetic slut. He wants to be cuddled and fucked and treated nicely! He says all of this and Dream laughs softly, ruffling his hair. Seems that Hob has been cured of his shyness... but perhaps a couple of hours each week on the pole won't do him any harm. Just to remind him of who he belongs to.

And the cuffs aren't coming off either. Hob looks far too pretty, and it's so nice to have him all bound up and unable to do anything for himself. No need to put his cute cock in a cage when he can't touch himself! As far as Dream is concerned, his pretty cuffed pet is much better off like this.

[nerves-nebula]

Zag on them bitches, never let them know your next move- TIME TO WRITE TRAUMA AGAIN

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It was Donnie’s turn to do dishes. Raph had cooked them some really nice veggies with some weird sauce Casey had brought them that had been absolutely delicious. The texture was a little weird, so smooth versus the crunchiness of the vegetables, but the taste had been great. Even Splinter hadn’t found anything to gripe about when he grabbed his helping.

However, now that the food was eaten and in his stomach, his tongue was making its dislike of the texture known. He hated that he was so picky about food, he wished he could just subsist on liquids. A nice flavorless juice full of all the calories and vitamins he needed without any of the horrible feelings that came with things touching his tongue.

“Dumbass, you’ve been scrubbing the same dish for five minutes.” Leo’s snarky voice didn’t even manage to cut through the cloud of discomfort, only amplifying it.

“There was a stain.” He lied.

“Sure there was. Can you fuckin’ stay on Earth for long enough to talk?”

He frowned, looking Leo’s way. He took in his body language, the cock of his hip and the way he crossed his arms right over his chest.

Leo was in a bad mood.

“C-can’t you bother s-someone else?” Donnie huffed, setting aside the washed dish to grab another, “I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what? Coming up with a new way to disappoint your family?” Leo laughed, incredulous and mean, “Thinking of some new dumb robot that’ll inevitably go haywire and explode in your face? Making a new plan to get yourself kidnapped again?”

Donnie didn’t answer, just set another cleaned plate aside to dry.

“Don’t give me that look, you know I’m right.” Leo leaned in closer, “I should start up a bingo sheet of ways you manage to fuck up. See if I can manage to fill the whole board before a month is up. Free space would obviously just be ‘Sucks at Ninjutsu’.”

His tongue felt like it wanted to crawl out of his mouth. He could still feel the bristles of broccoli in his throat, trying to gag him. Carrots that were just too over cooked, feeling almost slimy in the new sauce.

“What other spaces could there be?” Leo mused, “Blowing up another dumb invention.” He counted on his fingers, “Refusing to eat. Never fucking talking. Getting kidnapped, of course. Screwing with mystic shit you were told to leave alone.”

His mouth was simultaneously too wet and too dry. He set the last plate aside and started the quick task of cleaning their utensils. These were easy. He could get this done and just leave.

“Saying something is bad when there’s literally nothing wrong with it.” Leo was still. Fucking. Going. “Getting sick again. Breaking your dumb glasses. I’d say disappointing Dad, but there’s so many ways you manage to do that that I’d have to split it into multiple spots!”

Spoons were easy. A quick scrub with a rag and they could be set aside.

His throat caught and he had to pause to stop himself from gagging.

“Oh, how about managing to ruin some of Mikey’s art with your dumb experiments and pissing him off? That’s a good one! Not common, it’ll be hard to tick that box off, but man when you piss off Mikey you really make sure to go all out!”

Forks. Finish the forks. Get the gunk out from between the tines and set them aside.

Fuck, he got wet food on his fingers and now he could feel the slimy texture over his palms, mixing with the soapy water in a textural nightmare.

“I could make two separate boxes for you breaking our plumbing and our entertainment systems with your idiotic upgrades and repairs.”

Why wouldn’t Leo ever just shut up? His stupid tongue always flapping away like he was paid per word that fell from his stupid lips. It wasn’t good enough for him to embarrass them constantly in front of Splinter, he had to come and individually harass them?

Forks were done. Last thing was the veggie knife.

He could take it and use it to cut out Leo’s tongue.

His eyes went wide as he stared at his hands. He could so easily envision it, grasping the knife and just quickly shoving it into his brother’s mouth. He didn’t need to be stronger than Leo, just had to surprise him. He would never expect it, he was vulnerable. Just wait until he opened his mouth to laugh at his own cruel jokes and slam the blade into his open maw. If he was lucky, the damage would be bad enough that he’d completely lose the ability to speak.

He quickly tossed the knife onto the drying rack and drained the sink.

“Man you’re such a space case.” Leo rolled his eyes again, pushing off the counter to start walking out of the kitchen, “Maybe I’ll go borrow some art supplies from Mikey to make my bingo cards.”

With that, he was gone, leaving Donnie with the vision of him laying on the ground, mouth bloodied and fear in his eyes.

The bad texture in his mouth was gone.

——

Tee hee

-Monster Anon

Where did you find this scene of my brother harassing me- the way I’ve imagined putting knives in his suitcase so he’d stab himself when he goes to unpack it. The way I’ve imagined bashing his head in while he’s talking to me <3

I’ve never experienced this kind of ghost-texture issues. Once it’s down that’s usually it for me. Though the lingering tastes can be excruciating.

Anyway I loved reading this and I’m going to eat it <<33