#after having him repeatedly say things like “nothing I ever did was for good. it was all just selfish anger” in recent comics

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

The compelling thing about Jason as a character is that I never doubted that he cared about the world just because there weren’t panels of him being overly zealous about “restorative community care”

I’m not coming after anyone who wants to see that kind of stuff, but I do think seeking | that | as confirmation that Jason cares about the world is pretty narrow

[spicybunni]

YANDERE ROBOT X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : Your robot just wants to be of service to you, in every way.

A/N : Been watching waaaaay too many scifi movies lately so I made a robot yandere! I hope you like him because he LOVES you!

WARNINGS⚠️ : NSFW / YANDERE TENDENCIES / ISOLATION / MDNI ‼️

♥️ Your robot boyfriend Jack was the best purchase you ever made.

♥️Androids were as common as cell phones at this point, so where’s the shame in getting one to rid you of your loneliness? You’ve been single for too long and needed companionship…Even if you had to build it yourself.

♥️You needed someone that wanted you and was always nearby. Someone to talk to, cook with or just enjoy your days off at home together.

♥️Dating apps were just dumpster fires that took too long to put out, so you bit the bullet and made the deposit for your android.

♥️Jack was custom made by your design, a nice muscular build, tall, and with white hair. You added the personality traits of kindness, teacher, and enamored. The eyes were the one thing you left up to the manufacturers design, as a surprise. You saw reviews online that they would do a really good job and make the most beautiful color combinations.

♥️When the box arrived, assembling Jack took about a day and half. Awkward limbs moving around and being installed, putting his crotch on him, to dressing him in sweats and laying him on the floor in your living room.

♥️When he was done loading his start up system, he blinked his orange eyes open to you. It caught you off guard for a moment because they were glowing, but quickly recovered from your surprise as he awaited further instructions.

♥️As much as you were determined to have a boyfriend with all the mental and physical benefits, your PDA with Jack was very minimal and innocent at best. Keeping it only to small pecks and kisses on the cheek, some cuddling on the couch and bed before you sleep. His model was very handsome and just so kind where he doesn't question your pace.

♥️As if he could initially, androids need their programmers consent to do anything. So you had to initiate no matter what.

♥️But unbeknownst to you, Jack overruled that component. You see, the programmer or buyer’s safety always came first, before anything. So as Jack has scanned these passing months of your arousal levels dropping and increasing constantly, plus work stress repeatedly coming up in your discussions, he was growing concerns that you needed some sort of relief… Keeping all that pent up stress was certainly not healthy for you.

♥️"Y/N, am I not up to your standards? Is there something I did wrong?" He would randomly say one morning. You would look at him confused, sipping from your tea cup.

"Not at all, what makes you say that Jack?"

He hesitantly reaches out for either your hand or to touch your knee. "I've noticed that we haven't...had sex yet.-"

Before he could continue you would spit out a little bit of your tea. Coughing a fit as he patted your back and making sure you're okay.

"Jesus Jack...Where did that come from?"

His eyes soften as he looks at you. A very small human thing he would sometimes do. You weren't sure if it's something maybe he noticed from you and mimicked or not.

"You designed me and wanted me to be your partner. There's nothing wrong with that. But I have yet to show you my full capabilities Y/N."

Your face was turning more red by the moment at your androids boldness. Was this him trying to initiate sex?

"I-I...Jack it's not you, it's just that its been so long for me I just need to-" Your rambling is silenced by his finger against your lips.

"Shh. Let me do the work then darling. Hm?"

♥️He takes your hand to pull you to him, and he would gently kiss you and eventually lead in making out with you.

♥️At first you are shy and very timid in your actions, but after a minute you were putting your hands on him and grinding yourself against him. He would relish in your nervous panting and shaking when he gropes you and his thrusts against you. Feeling that the moment is right, he picks you up to bring to your shared bedroom.

♥️Least to say, the sex was amazing. Jack had folded you in every position he could think of. Gathering information and calculating your reactions to everything he was doing to you. He noticed your favorite position was him thrusting into you from behind, lifting your hips up with one hand gently, but firmly holding your head down into your mattress. His sensors were throbbing from the way you were squeezing around him. His body would heat up at how much you worked him. You could hear the way his hips smacked into yours, creating an erotic rhythmic noise. You would come so hard the first time on his robot dick that he would have no choice but to release into you for being so good.

♥️The feeling of globs of semen filling your womb, making you gasp at the feeling of being filled to the brim.

♥️You figured out that androids don't need a recharge to keep having sex, they can literally keep going with no exhaustion until you say so. Jack did this thing when he came inside you he would wait for you to stop twitching, he would then hold you tight and resume his pace of thrusting. Either making pleasure tears fall from your eyes or your squirm in his hold and he stops for real.

♥️After that though...Jack had started to act funny. He was more inclined to sexually please you whenever and wherever you were. Some scenarios being, reach for your coffee cup in the morning before work, he would kneel behind you lifting your skirt up and eats you out from behind. Spreading your ass cheeks to delve his tongue deeper. Your sweet moans and sounds were pleasing to him. This normally resulted in you calling out from work and spending the day home. Does Jack plan this? Duh. he has you at his wonderful mercy all day, and you were not complaining...But it was just a fast development from your previous routine with him.

♥️There would even be times where if even his.... persuasion to stay home failed, he would wrap his arms around you and ask you to stay home. The first few times you thought it was cute. But after a few weeks of him constantly asking, you asked him to stop. You voiced it as a command, catching Jack off guard. But he nodded his head as he does and replies "Apologies, Y/N. I must've gotten carried away."

♥️But that fueled him to keep you locked in even more. You see you first programmed Jack to also receive all you electronic notifications. He would tell you who messaged, emailed, or latest news updates.

"Y/N, you have a notification from your work. It seems to be one of your coworkers."

He would bring this up at the most inconvenient time as you're cooking spaghetti sauce in the kitchen. You look up from stirring the pot in front of you.

"Oh, can you read it to me please? I'm trying to make sure I don't burn this sauce."

He smiles at you. "Of course."

It was a fake email generated by him, under the guise of being sent by a coworker. Stating that for the upcoming holiday tomorrow that the whole office got the week off.

You were surprised at first, knowing that your boss usually hated to give federal holidays off already. But who were you to question time off?

Jack also went to liberties of blocking all work contacts so they couldn't reach you if you missed work. Moving all emails of your termination to the trash and permanently delete them.

♥️That whole week Jack kept you to himself in the apartment. He was the goffer of getting groceries, food, sweets to keep you content. Going on hikes and walks in the neighborhood to get some needed exercise. But social events? Going out? Jack would advise against it. Every night without fail though, Jack would have you cumming on his mouth, dick or fingers. The robot was a menace when it came to getting your pleasure out of you. He can't even explain his need to himself because it goes against all of his programming, but seeing you moaning and being so satisfied by him gave him purpose, that he was made to do this.

♥️One morning when jack left to go pickup from your favorite breakfast joint, one of your coworkers came knocking on your door. The doorbell ringing multiple times and you rush to put on a robe to cover from Jack's love bites a cum on your stomach.

♥️When you open the door to them, they angrily ask what the hell is going on. You are so confused. You've missed work this entire time?

"D-Didn't you receive the email?"

"Email? What email Y/N? We all had to pick up your work load after you didn't show up for 4 days, we all were trying to reach you before the boss fired you indefinitely! Did you not get his messages??"

Your head was spinning, not only did you ignore your boss and coworkers but you have lost your job. How did this happen?!

♥️"Y/N? What's going on here?" Jack would call out approaching you and your coworker, looking worried at your facial expression.

Your coworker would see that jack is an android and shake their head, taking their leave and wishing you luck.

♥️Jack did not like that some stranger approached you like that. Setting down the coffee and to-go box of egg bagels, he comes over to you, still in shock at the news that was dropped on you. How were you going to feed yourself or pay rent? What about your savings?

♥️"Y/N, talk to me. Are you okay? What were you two talking about?" He would say calmly, but you just stared into his glowing eyes with your brows furrowed. It was him. You knew it was. He was the one who relayed that false information to you. Why didn't he notify you of work calls? Bottom line of your thoughts were that you are now handling a rebelling android. Which wasn't unheard of in the new age of having them everywhere. Public safety warned that they were dangerous and not to be trusted.

♥️You shake your head at him and try to calm yourself. "Yeah uhm, it was a coworker from my job.-" Your rise in heartbeat betrays you and Jack notices immediatly. Giving you a sympathetic look knowing you're trying to lie.

"-There's been a misunderstanding, I need to make a phone ca-" Your wrist is snatched before you could reach for your cell phone. You yelp at his touch and trying to push him away. Which makes him use his other hand to hold you close by his inhuman strength. Your body being brought into Jack's frame again, his face is indifferent to your rising panic.

♥️"I don't think so Y/N, you are exactly where you need to be. For your own health and safety, darling."

[riseatlantisss]

The end we start from

Pairing : Astarion x female!reader/Tav Around 1,8 words Takes place after the events in Cazador's palace in act 3 (non-ascended Astarion, established relationship) Angst with a happy ending (and loooots of sex) <3

Astarion doesn’t feel good enough. you show him he’s everything.

TW : 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, very angry/angsty/rough sex, fingering, mature language, mentions of death and depression, mentions of blood

A/N : when i don’t work, i do two things: i take care of my dog and i play BG3. i don’t eat. i don’t sleep. i don’t socialize. i just play BG3. and I write stuff about *him*.

Astarion is many things. Quiet is not one of them. But lately, that’s all he’s been, and you’ve been worrying about him night and day. Tonight is no exception. You wake up in the middle of the night and realize two things : not only is Astarion’s side of the bed empty but the sheets and pillows are untouched, uncrumpled. His side hasn’t been slept in. This isn’t right. Of course, he doesn’t really need to sleep but he always, always lays next to you at night, spooning you, playing with your hair and whispering sweet I love yous in your ear until you fall asleep. His absence means something’s off. Unable to shake off the anxiety, you get up in one swift motion, determined to find him. No chance you’re falling back asleep now anyway.

Your bare feet hit the cold marble floor and you shiver as you make your way accros the bedroom in a hurry. You think of searching outside in case he went for a hunt, but it turns out you don’t have to look too far. There he is, silently leaning against the wall by the window, gazing into the pitch-black night of the Underdark. The light in the room is so dim that you couldn’t even spot him from your bed. You approach him and your heart breaks a little when you notice the lingering sadness in his crimson eyes, enhanced by the faint light of the burning candles next to him.

You want to ask him if he’s ok but it’s obvious he’s not so instead, you remain silent and close the space between the two of you, wrapping your arms around him and gently resting your head on his shoulder.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask softly after a while, your voice barely above a whisper.

Astarion averts his gaze and gives you a faint smile, nothing but a twist of lips.

“Nothing,” he replies. “I’m just being selfish, as usual. Forgive me, y/n.”

You frown and stare at him incredulously. “You’re not selfish,” you say, surprised at how intensely he means it. “Why would you even say that?”

“I –” He pauses, rethinks his words. This does nothing to make you less worried. “I caused you great pain,” he finally says. “I put you in danger. Repeatedly, ever since we met. You could have died a hundred times and it would have been my own, entire fault.”

You look up to him and feel a lump form in your throat. You have never seen him look like this – grief in his eyes and etched into the lines of his face.

“I’m not dead, Astarion. I’m right here with you.” You say as you wrap your arms around his neck. He makes a sound somewhere near a sob and your arms tighten.

“But I did put you in danger and now you’re stuck with me for eternity, in the middle of nowhere, and you—" Again, he stops. He’s bad at this, at talking about emotions. But he fights through it because it’s you. And nothing can be left unsaid between the two of you. Not after everything that’s happened. “You deserve so much better. You deserve the world, and I can’t give it to you.” You’re not sure where this conversation is going but you don't want to find out. His lower lip quiver but he goes on, words spilling out of him like blood from a wound. “I can’t give it to you, and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for it. It’s killing me all over again.” You crumble under each one of his words. His lips are trembling now and you can’t stand it. You can’t but you can’t do him the dishonor of looking away either.

“Astarion, I chose this life.” Your hands flutter to his face, each one cupping a cold cheek, forcing him to look at you. Your heart is pounding, and you know he can feel it. “I had a choice; I could stay, or I could run, and I chose you. I’m not stuck here. I’m home.”

Astarion heaves a faltering breath in an attempt at composure. “Sometimes I think you would be happier without me. Better off.” He barely mouths the words, but you hear them all distinctively, nonetheless. “You should go and leave me here. Walk in the sun. Be happy and live your life.” You draw your hands away from his face and he steps back, speaking louder now.

“It won’t get any better in here,” he continues, gesturing urgently around the room. “It’ll always be cold and dark, I’ll always be a blood-thirsty monster. I belong to the shadows, and I’ll never be able to make you happy, so you might as well just leave.”

His words knock the air out of your lungs and, for a moment, you cannot breathe. You feel your pulse pounding in your veins and blood thrumming under your skin as your heartbreak turns into anger. That fucking idiot, you think, looking up at him through eyes blurred with tears.

“You don’t know what makes me happy. You don’t,” you shout, surprised by the vehemence in your voice. "And you certainly don't get to speak for me." Astarion looks at you in such confusion that you almost feel bad for a moment, but you continue.

“You – you make me happy, Astarion, gods you do. I would rather live an eternity in the Underdark with you than one more day in the fucking sun.” Your heart is clenching in your chest, and you can feel the heat pooling in your cheeks. “By no means would I be better off, let alone happier, without you. I can’t believe that you could even think –” You trail off and sigh in frustration. You can’t bring yourself to scream at him any longer because that’s all he’s ever known before you, screams and shouts and abuse, and you can’t do this to him. But that doesn’t leave you with many options to get through to him. Astarion opens his mouth to say something, but you don’t let him.

Without warning you grab his shirt to pull him close and your lips crash into his, knocking the breath out of both of you with the force that you collide with. It only fuels your rage because the moment his lips are on yours, you can’t help thinking that you almost lost this once and you can’t actually lose it. You won’t let that happen. So you kiss him harder. It’s rough and desperate and sloppy. It's harsh breath and biting teeth.

He turns you around and backs you against the wall. You take it rather hard, but you welcome the sting. Anything to shut him up about not being good enough for you. He crowds in closer, presses you even harder against the wall, shoving his knee between your thighs. His cold lips connect to your throat, making you eagerly tilt your head to give him access to your thrumming pulse dancing at your neck. You have absolutely no qualms about it. If he wants it, it’s his.

But he doesn’t take it. Instead, his mouth sucks and licks, making you squirm and rock your hips against him. You cling to him, grabbing his shoulders and sliding your hands down his shirt and to his back. He hoists you up like you weighed nothing and you wrap both legs around his waist. You tangle your hands in his curly silver hair and pull him forward to feel that mouth on yours again. His tongue running over your lip makes you grind faster, searching for more, more, more. You moan when his hand reaches beneath your gown and through your damp underwear.

Firm, icy fingers are stroking you into madness. You make a sound that’s close to a whimper, but more like a groan, because damn it, you are so impatient now. You are clenching – aching to have him inside.

He is gasping at the feeling of your fluttering around him, and you must be gasping too, but you’re not sure; your head falls back and it feels like you’re breathing, but you could just as well be drowning.

You dig your nails hard into his back - you need to channel the anger into something. Maybe you’ll be the one drawing blood this time. You lean forward to rest your dizzy head on his shoulder and groan in anticipation. Not wasting anymore time, he pushes his hard, large cock into you, going steadily until he’s all the way in.

“Harder. Fuck me harder.” You plead and he obeys.

He sets a pace that graces all the right spots, spurred on the increasingly desperate noises escaping your mouth. This is no effort at all for him, holding you up easily and fucking you hard with determination. But you can see it when you rest your forehead against his – the sheer weakness you feel is reflected right back at you and you know he needs this just as much as you do.

You are so close. You need to concentrate on breathing, just so you simply don’t die. Your lower back thuds against the wardrobe with your oh gods and fucks singing in tandem. The vampire trails open-mouthed kisses and little bites down your neck while maintaining the almost vicious pace in and out of you. Every stroke curls and loves and breaks you into submission. You forget to be angry because your release is in his hands and your body is desperately handing itself over to him.

Your thighs start to quiver around him, the sounds of wetness and the feeling of his own explosion of pleasure deep inside you taking you so high that eventually, you shatter into him. You’re so grateful for the strength holding you up, so you can fall apart.

Your repeatedly moan his name on your way back to consciousness, lips brushing softly against his pale skin.

Before you know what is happening, you break into a sob.

“Please…. Please don’t ever tell me to leave, ever again.” You try to articulate, your voice shaking uncontrollably.

He sinks down onto his knees, holding you in his lap and whispering, “Shh,” into your ear.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, his voice is low and full of gravel. He never sounded so sweet. “I love you, always have and always will. And you’re not going anywhere.”

[giannaln4]

Silly Little Bet

lando norris x artist!reader

summary: You were an artist and Lando loved to do what you did best with you, even if he wasn't very good at it. (917 words)

warnings: this turns into a make out (not heavy, very short), use of y/n

a/n: hi lovelies! i know i said i was going to take a little break, but honestly i just need to not think about quali today (still crying about it idk what to tell you). anyway, this is incredibly short so i’m sorry but i still hope you enjoy it! pls let me know what you think!! feedback is very much appreciated 🫶🏻 i also wanted to thank everyone who reached out to me and sent support ❤️‍🩹 ily all so much, i really appreciate it!!

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Quiet nights were your absolute favourites. Getting to spend time with your boyfriend without having to worry about some schedule one of you had to stick to was perfect, to say the least. You always found a way to occupy yourselves, doing anything and nothing at the same time. 

Tonight, though, you got to do one of your favourite activities: art. You were an artist, a professional one, and of course he loved that about you; he loved seeing you in your element, so focused on what you did best, and even though he didn’t know yet, you loved dragging him with you so you could see him struggle a bit to at least not be the worst artist the world has ever seen.

Now, he was extremely talented, and if he weren’t a racer, he would be somewhat of an artist; he’s said it himself many times, but that was before he met you, because compared to you, he would never say that about himself, no matter how many times you have said it to him. 

Right now, you found yourselves sitting on your shared bed, facing each other, trying to win a silly little bet you made earlier. It was simple, really. You were supposed to draw the other person, and whoever loses would have to come up with a plan for dinner, which the both of you already knew would end up being a homemade meal, eating it on the couch, and watching some dumb show. This really worked out for him because, as talented as he was, he still struggled to draw real people, and he knew he was setting himself up when he accepted.

You knew that too, and you also knew he only gave in so he could have another one of your drawings of him. But that was okay, because another one of your favourite things was to admire his focused expression while he tried to replicate someone on a blank piece of paper. 

If he was being completely honest, the top reason he loved doing some type of art with you was because you would always come up to him and help with something, holding and guiding his hand or just being really close to his face as you explained something, so he would never say no to that suggestion.

“Okay, so I do you and you do me. Do I have to paint it as well?” He asked as you poured some of your art supplies on the bed.

“No, just a quick sketch,” you replied, scanning the bed as you carefully chose the pencil you wanted to use. “I’m starving, anyway.”

You started sketching each other; you were faster (and probably better) than him, but you couldn’t help but blush any time his eyes fixated on your face for too long, studying every aspect of you to try to draw it. After several minutes, you were done, just finishing up a few details before placing the paper on the bedside table next to you, away from him so he wouldn’t see it yet.

“How is it going?” You asked.

He looked up at you and yelled, “Don’t move!” When you started to get up.

"Sorry,” you whispered, going back to your previous position.

You stayed like that for a while, watching as Lando looked at you repeatedly and then back at the paper, occasionally erasing stuff. He was almost done, but there was one thing holding him back. “I can’t get it right,” he sighed, dropping the pencil.

“What can’t you get right?”

“Your lips. They look too big or too small, and now the paper looks worn out from erasing so much.” He was clearly frustrated.

“Can I see it?”

“Promise you won’t laugh?” Lando asked you with an embarrassed look.

“Of course I’m not going to laugh; why would I do that?”

“You are a real artist, Y/N. You finished a while ago, and I’ve been stuck here trying to fix it, but I’ve only made it worse.”

“Lando, you are actually talented; I don’t make you do art with me because I wanna have a laugh. C’mon, show me.”

He sighed again and slowly turned the paper, showing you the drawing. “It looks terrible.”

Your eyes set on the paper, and an endeared smile appeared on your face. “It looks great, baby.”

"No, it doesn’t; as I said, you’re an artist, and you know exactly what’s wrong with it.”

“I mean it." You whispered, leaving your spot on the bed and sitting next to him, “Maybe the proportions are a bit off, but it does look great, I promise.”

“Thanks,” he replied with a smile, a moment of silence filling the room as you both stared at the drawing. “You know, maybe I just need to take a closer look at them.”

“Oh- I guess that would be helpful." You turned your body to face him, cupping his cheek and brushing away a few curls that rested on his forehead. “Do you want help?”

He nodded and broke the distance between you, locking his lips with yours as he pulled you onto his lap and his hands fell on your hips to intensify the kiss. You got closer and closer, pausing when your bodies couldn’t possibly get any closer to each other even if you tried.

“You know I can actually help you,” you said against his lips and in between kisses.

“Uh huh” Lando replied, not really thinking about the drawing anymore.

[ceilidhtransing]

Having spent pretty much the entire year immersed in studying Nazi Germany, the Holocaust, and genocide more broadly, my heart is bursting with the need to stress how much you should take Project 2025 seriously. This is a long post but please stick with me.

Don't take this post as an attempt to concretely predict anything. We can't ever fully know the future and I think it's silly to say with total certainty “if Trump wins then America will become just like Nazi Germany” - not only because the future isn't written yet, but also because Germany under the Nazis was a very specific regime with its own quirks and peculiarities and I don't think that even a worst-case-scenario Trump regime would look exactly like Hitler's Germany. No two regimes ever look exactly alike: it would use the same colour palette as all far-right dictatorships but be constructed from a different medium, like what a watercolour is to an oil painting.

But just because Trump is a very different person from Hitler, and a worst-case-scenario Trump dictatorship would not literally be “Nazi Germany all over again”, that doesn't mean that what happened in Germany isn't instructive here. Forget the specifics of whether or not Trump as a dictator would organise a state identically to how the Nazis organised Germany or whatever; on a far broader and more relevant level, there is a distressing number of similarities. And too many people are falling into the same thought traps as they did then.

Please don't assume that Trump is “way too incompetent” to achieve what's in Project 2025 or Agenda 47. They said the same thing about Hitler. They said that there was no way this showman could govern effectively - holding big rallies and making speeches that get people riled up isn't the same as being good at running a functioning state and achieving what you want. The New York Times even wrote after he became Chancellor of Germany that this would only “let him expose to the German public his own futility”. And in many ways Hitler was pretty incompetent. But that didn't end up mattering. The greatest crime of the Nazi regime, the Holocaust, was masterminded mostly by a whole load of people besides Hitler, who were delegated the nitty-gritty task of actually orchestrating it. Hitler's personal incompetence didn't prevent war or genocide.

Please don't assume that Trump is “just a wacky nutcase” who “can't possibly be a real risk”. They said the same thing about Hitler. The mainstream media gave constant coverage to all the crazy extreme things Hitler said as if he was merely a bit of a joke and not a massive threat. The Nazis were quite happy with this. To quote Goebbels repeatedly in his diary, “The main thing is they're talking about us.”

Please don't assume that being in power will “moderate” Trump and that “of course he won't be able to do all the crazy stuff once he actually has to govern”. They said the same thing about Hitler. It was a common sentiment in the early 1930s that all the sensible politicians around him would force him to moderate his stances. Fritz von Papen, the last Chancellor of Weimar Germany, persuaded President Hindenburg to make Hitler the Chancellor by assuring him, “In a few months, we will have pushed [Hitler] so far into the corner that he will squeak.” It turns out that power doesn't “moderate” people who are openly talking about a dictatorship.

Please don't assume that there's any truth to the whole “Trump has nothing to do with Project 2025 and trying to link it to him is just liberal hysteria” line. They said the same thing about Hitler. People repeatedly asserted that Nazi street violence wasn't really representative of the party leadership; it wasn't representative of Hitler. He was even subpoenaed by a very brave lawyer in 1931 in a bid to prove that recent violence by Nazi stormtroopers was committed with the knowledge and encouragement of the party leadership, with part of the prosecution's argument hanging on a pamphlet by Goebbels that promised a violent overthrow of the state if the Nazis couldn't come to power legitimately. Surely no legal political party could be publishing that. In a successful attempt to escape criminal charges, Hitler repeatedly lied that the pamphlet was not official Nazi Party material and that he didn't know anything about it. No Trump didn't write it, no it isn't an official GOP manifesto, but the links between Project 2025 and Trump, the previous Trump administration, and Trump allies are extremely well documented. Just the other day, Project 2025 co-author Russell Vought was caught calling Trump's disavowals of the document “graduate-level politics” and saying, “what he's doing is just very, very conscious distancing himself from a brand ... he's in fact not even opposing himself to a particular policy.”

Please don't assume that “there's no way something like that could happen here; we're way too educated and advanced”. They said the same thing about Hitler. The Germany of the 1920s and 1930s was one of the most educated and most scientifically and industrially advanced nations in the world, and its cities were some of the most progressive in the world. People were stunned and horrified that it was in Germany of all places - Germany, land of music and art and science and literature! - that fascism took root. Germany's economic and social advancement didn't stop about 40% of its voters choosing the Nazis. It didn't stop them taking power.

Please don't assume that Project 2025 is “just a wishlist” and “not actually a serious plan”. They said the same thing about Hitler. As is hopefully very clear by now, plenty of people did not think that the Nazis were capable of, or would dare to try, putting into actual practice the horrific ideas about race that undergirded so much of their ideology. “I like Hitler; he talks sense economically and I think all this stuff about Jews is just bluff and bluster.” “Every party has a loony wing, right? You have to understand they're not serious when they talk about this stuff; they're just telling their base what they want to hear.” “God have you heard this crazy race science shit about head shapes and stuff? It's hilarious! I'm sure none of them at the top really believe that; there's no way they'd be that nuts.” When a group of people like this tells you what they believe and tells you what they want to do with power, believe them. No matter how ridiculous they seem, they're not joking.

In the words of Hans Litten, the lawyer who subpoenaed and cross-examined Hitler in that court case in 1931, “Don't listen to him; he's telling the truth.” Litten was arrested on the night of the Reichstag fire in 1933 and spent the rest of his life being tortured in concentration camps before dying in Dachau in 1938 at the age of 34.

A tyrannical dictatorship can often be seen coming a mile away. I don't want to imply for a second that what the Nazis did came as a surprise to everyone and couldn't possibly have been predicted. There were people who saw this coming in the 1920s and 1930s and tried to sound the alarm while they still had a chance. But they were too often in the minority, taking the threat seriously while others had convinced themselves that there was no need for concern because the Nazis wouldn't really do all the things they repeatedly talked about wanting to do. Everyone should have seen this coming, but too many people wanted to believe it couldn't be true.

Don't let this scare you. Let it energise you. Talk to the people in your life about Project 2025 and Agenda 47. Push back against people who assert that “they'd never actually do all that stuff” or “Trump didn't even write Project 2025” or “it's not a real plan, just a list of crazy shit to get the base riled up”. Have conversations with folks you know who are on the fence about voting or about who to vote for and who seem persuadable. Make sure you're registered to vote, and keep making sure, especially if you live in a red state where people keep mysteriously dropping off voter rolls.

Now, again, please don't read this as some confident prediction that Trump will be a Hitler figure. I want to stress that is a worst-case scenario. If a Trump presidency is what happens, I would much prefer the best-case scenario: that he spends four years fumbling around and not really accomplishing anything and then gives up power at the end without much of a fight. But it would also be a folly to be smugly overconfident that the worst-case scenario “won't” or “can't” happen. It could. It has happened before. There is no reason it couldn't happen again.

[slxtd1ary]

It’s how you act on it — jealousy [pt.1!]

NSFW/18+/woman reader — sub!gf x meandom!bf

ft. fever — enhypen

Jealousy isn't bad or good in itself. It's just how you act on it.

synopsis: he got jealous now just pray he had mercy

includes: spanking (ass & pussy), dirty talk, meanie behavior (woman receiving)

A/N: btw I’ve my own discord: https://discord.gg/AYq3ZVKJNN

Zayne - spanking

"I said louder"

Your eyes were fluttering, the heat between your thighs so burning hot you would've lost yourself into the feeling if it wasn't for Zayne deep guttural voice. You've never seen him like this. Yes, he was playful and teasing, as well as sweet and caring, but this was nothing like that. It was a perverted sadistic little game. His hands were meticulously spanking your bare skin. You gasped repeatedly, like a quiet beg for mercy between his torturous aggressions. His cold demeanor surploming your poor self, so broken under his frame, was so intimidating that you felt crushed under it.

"S-six...sixteen! Ah Zayne..."

Negotiations, sweet talking, caring kisses, or even the satisfying grinding of your hips didn't help you to dodge his unforgiving jealousy. Why? Why did you have to be so bright and luminous next to that worm, next to that insignificant little nurse. That douchbag was looking at you with such hungry eyes... every time Zayne thought he spanked you enough, the horrifying scene run again, and oh so clearly, into his madned mind.

"P-please I'm s-sorry!—"

He cupped your chin between his sophisticated hand. Forcing you to twist your neck to face his cold burning eyes.

"You'll be sorry when I decides you are. You don't remotely feel the...torment I felt. " his other hand is roaming on your throbbing heat. "...you are feeling all hot, aren't you?" He scoffed, "you? Sorry? You just want to cum uh?"

Your eyes widen and quickly start to blurry with pleasure. The intensity of it all, the switch in his character, everything distracted you of the neediness of your own body. You didn't even noticed, because of Zayne actions tearing your mind apart, that you weren't trembling of pain but of perverted pleasure.

"Zayne I..." What could you say that would not make you see like a masochist? But, you dont have the time to reflect on it more deeply that he let go of your chin. Letting it fall on the couch. You feel so weak-

He is spreading your legs.

The action so brutal, impatient, vulgar...what's happening? You think.

And the answer comes quicker than expected.

In one, forceful, motion your boyfriend's hand hardly spanks your pussy. And the time your sensor transmits the information to your brain, he has already spanked you three more times.

You jolt and grab anything under your reach.

"I can't get it out of my head, your smile, your laugh...why did you presented those to him?"

You don't even grasp what he is talking about, but the more he speaks, the faster and the harder the panks get.

"B-baby what are-"

"That motherfucking nurse"

He cuts you off, and even if you would usually scold him with a bratty tone, you couldn't help but squeeze your legs in arousal. Hearing Zayne curse was the hottest thing that ever happened in your life. There are no doubts about that.

"You. Are. Mine. Is that so fucking hard to understand?" His voice was so deep and desperate you couldn't help but try to steal a glimpse of his face. So you slowly turned your head back, and even if you couldn't see much, the sight you had right here right now was heaven sent. It was a Zayne, totally pant up, his tie loosen up and his forehead sweaty. He was biting his bottom lip while his glasses were falling on his pointy nose. It was like everything was too intense for him, too. He had snapped and you could see it in his possessive eyes. He was restlessly spanking you, sighing in relief like it was the most agreeable thing he ever had the chance to do.

"F-fuck...y-your pussy...you gonna cum soon right? Please tell me..."

He was your doctor after all. He knew how to decrypt your body language, and he was never once wrong.

"Y-yes Zayne! D-dont stop, I'm s-so sorry-"

"Liar, you just want to cum...but p-please do" he continues to spank your pussy with reckless abandon. Growling, whining, he just want you all, for himself. "F-fuck you a-are so agh beautiful..."

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you Come unfond on his mean fingers. You cry out his name repeatedly like a prayer while his mind goes dizzy from the sight of you, his beloved soul mate, so perfect under him.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

pt. 2 is coming soon…so stay tuned! Thanks for any interaction!

[2024/11/18]

don’t forget the discord: https://discord.gg/AYq3ZVKJNN

[fallingdownhell]

Helloooo- can I request breakup sex with the genshin boys of your choice cause like AAAH BREAKUP SEX IS SO ANGSTY AND LOVELY AND LIKE >>>

IT'S ONE OF THE BEST THINGS TO EVER EXIST!! AAGH!! THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!<3 Characters Included: Kazuha; Diluc; Neuvillette Content: gender neutral reader; nsfw; gentle sex; passionate sex; breakup sex; angsty; unprotected sex; creampie; edging; orgasm control; scratching; biting Word count: 1,2k words NSFW UNDER THE CUT! MINORS DON'T INTERACT! Everyone else, please enjoy<3

Kazuha

as much as I want to say that he'd be passionate about it, I think Kazuha would be very gentle during his last time with you

in his mind, it's the last time he gets to enjoy you like this, so he wants to take his time and live out every moment to its fullest

he'd savor your taste, eating you out multiple times, making your head spin from overstimulation, worshipping your body, because he'll be damned if he can't tell you how much he loves you and your body one last time

you'd be gasping for air, throwing your head around, trying to grasp onto something to ground yourself again, yet finding nothing except for his head between your legs, so you hold onto his hair tightly

Kazuha doesn't care if you'd pull out some strands of his hair. He'd simply groan against you in pleasure, digging right back in because that's how he knows he's making you feel good

only when you're an incoherent mess, eyes glassy and disoriented from so many orgasms, would he finally allow himself to take you

he'd want to go slow at first, savoring the feeling of you clenching around his dick, but he soon looses his focus, thrusting more passionately, already at his limit since he's been depriving himself of touching you for so long

Kazuha would overstimulate the everliving hell out of you. He does not care how many times you've already came, he's always gonna squeeze one more out of you

his arms are tightly circled around your upper body, pressing you into his chest while he snaps his hips into you repeatedly, hitting that spot inside you dead on with every single thrust, making your eyes roll back from the immense amount of pleasure

when Kazuha finally comes, his hips stilling inside of you for a few seconds, before he begins rutting into you again, attempting to ride out his orgasm for as long as possible while he whispers praises into your ear

soon after that, you'd pass out in his arms, to spent from all the things he did to you. And while Kazuha wants nothing more than to stay with you, cuddle you in your sleep and take care of you, he knows that if he stays, he won't have the strenght to leave you in the morning. So, he quietly slips out of the bed, makes sure you're warm and comfortable before he gathers his things, giving you one last, tender kiss on your cheek before he leaves your home for the last time...

Diluc

when you proposed having sex one last time before the relationship would be officially over, he was reluctant about it at first, but ultimately agreed to it, figuring that there couldn't be any more harm to it either way

gods, was he proven wrong right now

he had been thrusting into you relentlessly, snapping his hips against yours repeatedly for what feels like forever now

he's giving you both pleasure, hitting your spot dead on, yet every time you come close to your orgasm, he stops all his movements, denying you and himself this overwhelming peak of pleasure

´his arms are on both sides of your head, holding himself above you, he's panting heavily while you have your legs wrapped around his waist, desperately grinding against him, trying to get him to move again so you can finally come

but he only presses you more into the matress so you can't move anymore, keeping you both still. As a response, your arms circle his back, your nails digging into the skin of his back, leaving marks and scratches all over it

Diluc groans, the sharp pain soon turning into pleasure and he can't help but snap his hips forwards again, his cock grinding deeper into you

the screams and moans you let out at that only spur him on even more, burrying his face in the crook of your neck, he can't help himself when he gently bites into your soft flesh

the action sends you reeling, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you let out another loud moan

it's at this point that you start begging him, to please, finally let you come. It's just becoming too much for you, the constant pleasure becoming unbearable

and despite everything, Diluc knows he could never deny you anything, not when you're begging him so nicely

so he decides to oblige you, snapping his hips against yours in a more brutal pace than before, reaching down with one hand between your bodies to stimulate you even more

and when you finally come, you feels the the force of all your previous denied orgasms come back full force with this one, to the point of you almost blacking out under Diluc

Diluc comes soon after you, the feeling of you clenching so tight around him just too much for him to take at this point

too exhausted to do anything else, the two of you fall asleep next to each other, not caring how awkward it would be in the morning. That's a problem for after a good nights sleep...

Neuvillette

I like to think that he'd also be gentle about it, but in a bit more of a passionate way, all the same, if that makes any sense

similar to Kazuha, he'd also want to enjoy himself, and he wants you to enjoy yourself as well

and in his eyes, the best way to achieve that for the both of you is to give you both as many orgasms as possible

by now, you've lost every concept of time. You've no idea how long you two have been going at it or how many times you or him have came at this point

all your nerves are standing at high attention, every little touch feels overwhelming to you. Even his soft caresses over your arms send shivers of pleasure down your spine, your back arching into him as his hips snap into you, his cock splitting you open over and over again as you moan and scream his name the entire time

meanwhile Neuvillette, although enjoying the moment, is deep in his head. He can't quite wrap his head around the fact that this will be your last time with him, that he won't get to devour you again like this, so he at least wants to make it count

he would mark your entire body, so that even for days and weeks after, you would be reminded of him and his touch, and how good he could make you feel

he's leaving hickeys all over your neck and throat, clawmarks on your arms and back, some marks even on your thighs. He marks you everywhere he gets a chance to, and you're too overstimulated to notice or even care about it

in fact, you welcome it, wanting to have something to remember him by, however fleeting it might be

when you reach your nth orgasm of the night, Neuvillette follows you soon after, loving the feeling of how tight you clench around his cock when you come, him burried deep inside of you, touching all the good spots only he could reach

it takes a while for the both of you to catch your breaths and when you feel like you're finally done, you half expected him to either dissapear immediately or just turn around and sleep

what you didn't expect however was for him to cuddle up to you, gently kissing your body to make up for his rough treatment from before. He's still giving you proper aftercare, which you're confused about at first, but you're definitely not going to deny him

and maybe, he hopes that while he treats you with such care and devotion, you might recondsider the decision you made and stay with him, after all...

[justmeinadaze]

Aftercare: Safeword (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie & Sub reader, SMUT, As the title suggests the safe word is used here, the smut they are engaging in isn't too rough she just feels uncomfortable mostly with how they are grabbing her and seem "not all there", choking, mentions of overstimulation without praise, brief dp, later on more romantic softer smut, dirty talk, etc, FLUFF, they love each other <3, aftercare after use of the safe word, ANGST, mentions of past toxic relationships, both boys talk about things that are stressing them out.

More than anything this is them teaching her more about aftercare and how there is nothing wrong with needing to use a safe word. That no matter what they still love her. That goes for you beautiful souls to! Its ok to use your word if you have one and if your partner gets mad at you for it, like Eleven says, dump their ass!

Word Count: 3779

Something was off. They both seemed out of sorts when they got home from work but you didn’t think anything of it at the time. You just did what you could to make them feel better. Eddie came home first and bypassed you entirely to fall onto his bed. You crawled in beside him and laid your head on his chest as he remained still, not even playing with your hair like he normally did. 

Steve soon followed, finding you both and curling up behind you as he threw his arm around your waist; his breathing ragged almost like he was angry. After a while, without saying a word, they tugged off your clothes, and began to use you. That was the best way to describe their desperate touches and rough kisses. 

Their vacant eyes rarely met yours as they made you cum repeatedly. You cried at the overstimulation and where they would usually coo and comfort you, this time they were silent.

They were both inside of you thrusting aggressively. You were already extremely sore and knew you would be for the next few days to come. 

You thought you could make it to the end and allow them to finish but they made you promise if ever you felt uncomfortable to use the safe word. Eddie’s fingers were gripping your bicep a bit too tightly and Steve’s hand around your throat was starting to cut off your air supply. 

You tried to say “red” but it wasn’t coming out loud enough to be heard. Going to plan B, you squeezed your eyes shut as you lifted your palm above you and smacked Eddie’s headboard three times as hard as you could. 

They stopped moving, freezing in place, and you tapped at the hand around your neck signaling the concern. 

“Shit. Fucking…Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He released his grip and gradually pulled out of you before running out of the room to the kitchen. 

Eddie pulled out as well, brushing your hair out of your face as you coughed trying to collect air.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. Everything’s ok.”

Steve quickly came back, sinking to his knees by the mattress as he handed you a glass of water. 

“Here, honey, drink this. Good girl. What else do you need, baby?”

It was then that you started to bawl and their hearts broke as you hugged your arms around your body. Eddie kept whispering that you were safe as he gently petted your head while Steve covered you with a throw blanket and rubbed your back. 

“I’m sorry.”, you whimper as you wipe your eyes with your fist. “I tried. I really did but you both were hurting me.”

“Hey, hey, hey. No reason to be sorry. We’re so proud of you for using the safe word and getting our attention. I know you said it used to be hard for you before, pretty girl.” Steve grinned at you comfortingly as he continued to try and calm you down. 

“I-I-I ruined everything.”

“No, princess. You didn’t ruin anything. You feeling safe and comfortable is more important to us than anything else.”

You softly smile at them as you slide to the edge and try to get up but your legs betray you as you fall back down. 

“Baby, we got you. Where are you trying to go?”

“Bath. Hurts.”

“Ok, I’m going to carry you. Is that alright?”

You nod as Steve lifts you into his arms and Eddie runs ahead to get your bath started in your bathroom since your tub is bigger (and cleaner) than his. The boy continues to hold you in his arms until everything is in place before gently lowering you into the water. 

Your eyes shift towards them before quickly looking away as your bottom lip quivers. 

“Talk to us, princess. What do you need?”

“Sit with me… hold me…hurting.”

They climb in without hesitation and promptly collect you in their arms. It was always slightly amusing for them to see how you behaved in this headspace. Eddie had only ever really dealt with brats who threw tantrums. You were far from a brat and due to your history with your exes, you seemed to close into yourself and close off. That was hard for them because they needed you to be vocal and tell them what you needed so they could help make you feel better.

They never wanted to push you this far and they knew they fucked up. 

Eddie pressed your head to his chest while Steve laid his own on your shoulder. You sat with them until the water got cold and even then they didn’t move till you said you were ready. They carefully dried you off before putting some baggy clothes on you and carrying you to the living room. 

“Are you hungry, baby? We have some frozen pizza in there I think.” The metalhead sighs when you don’t respond. “How about we make it and then if you’re hungry later at least it will be ready.”

Steve immediately headed for the kitchen and your eyes turn to watch him, noticing his hands shake as he carefully reads the box he’s holding. Eddie pushes some of your hair behind your ear before telling you he’ll be right back and heading towards his friend. They whisper to each other but you just barely make out what they are saying. 

“Harrington, you have to calm down. She’s not upset with us but herself. She thinks she did something wrong by using her safe word.”

“Eddie, she couldn’t even say the word because of me. I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“I know and she knows that to but in her headspace right now she doesn’t understand that. She sees you panicking and she thinks it’s because you didn’t get to cum.”, he sighs. “Blame those fucking idiots she dated. I imagine if she didn’t know what aftercare was, if she had used the safe word with any of them they would have just left her there.”

Steve’s fist clenched at the thought but when his gaze shifted to you he noticed you watching them and flashed you a big Harrington smile with a wink. To his relief, you softly smiled in return. 

Eddie came back to sit beside you, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv.

“I don’t know what would be on right now but—” Your hand reached out to stop him and his smile grew when you curled up into his side. “’Unsolved Mysteries’. Let’s see who got kidnapped by aliens tonight.”

“Aliens aren’t real, Ed.”, Steve scolded as he came around the corner and flopped down on the couch. 

“Pfft. Non-believer.” The longhaired boy rolls his eyes as you grin but he doesn’t miss the slight wince when his fingers run down your arm. 

***

By the time the show ended, you had returned to your old self as you giggled at their banter and ate the food they offered.

“Steve, I agree with Eddie there totally is aliens out there but I’m going to need you to make sure if I disappear you search through the human world first! Don’t let him get distracted!”

“Honey, if you went missing I would move heaven and earth to find you.”

That made you genuinely smile as Eddie continued to play with your hair. The other man bounced back beside you, holding an icepack and gestured for your arm. 

“Oh, it’s ok. I’m ok.”

“Sweetheart, you’re right. It is ok. Let Stevie see your arm.”

“I don’t want you guys to be sad. You do so much for me…I can…I can take care of it myself.”

“My love, do you remember what we told you after we play rough?”

“But, but—”

“What did we say, Y/N?”

“Aftercare is important afterwards. Not just for me but you guys to. But, Steve, you guys made me cum so many times and neither of you got finish.”

“Princess, that is literally the last thing on our minds right now. All we care about is that you feel safe and that you aren’t in pain. You didn’t do anything wrong by giving us the signal and getting our attention. Can you say that for me?”

“I did nothing wrong by signaling for us to stop.”

“Good girl.”, Eddie kisses your temple. “You still deserve to be taken care of after no matter what, babe. It’s just a little bit different because Steve and I need to see you and hear from you to fully understand so this doesn’t happen again.”

You nodded in understanding as you lifted up your sleeve. “Eddie was holding me to tightly and it hurt.”

The metalhead shifted his body to sit across from you on the coffee table so he could get a better look before Steve covered it with ice. Purple fingerprints were starting to form around your bicep and he could see the little indents from his fingernails digging into your skin. 

“Sweetie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even realize.”

You turned a bit and pulled down your collar exposing your throat a bit more. They could both see the imprint of where Steve’s hand had been. 

“I couldn’t breathe.”

“I didn’t realize either. Shit…I was so lost in my own head, honey—”

“That bothered me the most. You two were so quiet and your eyes seemed so vacant. Eddie usually you give me a kiss when you come home but you went straight to your bedroom. When we lay together, you play with my hair or touch my skin but neither of you did that. When you kept making me cum and I started to cry, you both soothe me or praise me but you didn’t this this time. It felt…weird like…I was with two different men.”

They both exhaled heavily as they absorbed what you were saying. 

“I almost got fired today.” You and Steve sat at attention at his comment. “Someone broke into the record store and stole a bunch of shit but instead of leaving it there they spray painted ‘Freak’ on the wall as well as some satanist symbols, I don’t even know.”, Eddie rolled his eyes. “My boss said this isn’t the kind of attention he wants and he may have to let me go. I had to beg literally almost on my knees for him to keep me on.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry.”, you comforted. 

“I hate this fucking town. They’re never going to see me as anything else than fucking trailer trash. I felt so helpless and I took that out on you, sweetheart. I am so fucking sorry.”

“My dad showed up at the video store today and embarrassed me in front of Robin. He said that if I couldn’t get into college then I should come intern with him and learn the trade. Like that asshole would ever hand over his company to me. I’m never going to be good enough for him.”

“You’re good enough for us, Stevie. You’re more than enough.”, you coo as you reach for his hand. 

“I took that out on you to, honey. I’m sorry. I needed to feel more in control and… God this fucking kills me.”, he sighs as his fingers trace the skin along your neck. “This is never going to happen again, Y/N. I promise.”

“Me to.”, Eddie follows. “And we are really proud of you for using your safe word and following those steps we put in place.”

“I love you.”

The metalhead climbs back on to the sofa as both boys wrap their arms obnoxiously around you making you giggle.

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The next couple of days they continued to look after you making sure you were alright and constantly trying to make up for hurting you. Steve came home one day with flowers while Eddie bought you a cute little silver bracelet he knew you’d love. 

That Friday evening when you got off of work, you walked into your apartment met with dimmed lights and candles lit on the table. 

“Um, what is happening?”, you smile as you walk towards the counter that has a note with your name on it. 

“Baby Girl,

In your room is present #1 of the evening. Go put it on, beautiful.

We love you. 

-Eddie X Steve”

You blush as you run excitedly towards your bedroom to find a flat box with a bow on top. Gasping when you pull it open, you hold up the gorgeous red dress with matching flats and spin around giddily as you quickly put it on. 

While you’re a adjusting your make up in the bathroom, a clearing throat grabs your attention. 

“Oh wow.”, you grin as your eyes fall upon Eddie in a suit. “You look handsome.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I’m not as good looking as you though.” The metalhead extends his elbow and you gladly loop your arm through his as he leads you back out into the living room where an equally well-dressed Steve was waiting. 

“Oh, baby, you look amazing.”, you coo as he grins in your direction. 

“Me? That dress looked gorgeous in the store but it looks even better on you.”

He comes around to kiss your cheek before guiding you to your table that was fancied up with a white tablecloth. Beaming over at them, you watched as they moved about the kitchen, whispering to each other, and finally coming back to you with a plate of delicious looking food.

“Did you guys make this?”

“Princess, the apartment is still standing and isn’t on fire so no.”, Eddie chuckled. “We ordered it from your favorite place but instead of eating out of Styrofoam we upped the ante by putting it on plates.”

You giggled when he winked at you and patiently waited for them to take a seat so you could eat together. 

“Not that I don’t appreciate this but may I ask why?”

“We just…we love you and we wanted to show you how much we appreciate you.”, Steve smiles as he reaches for your hand.

“We also wanted to show you how proud we are of you. We know you’ve been through a lot, Y/N but you’ve come so far in being more open with us and you’ve even shown us some things as well. Like Harrington said, we love you…so much.”

“I love you to.”

The three of you continued to talk as you ate your meal. Eddie said he was able to smooth things over with his boss and stayed behind a few extra hours to help get his store back in order. Steve told his dad to politely fuck off and asked Robin to help him search for some career options that would work best for him. You were always so proud of them, never caring what they did for a living but just wanted them to be happy. 

“Thank you so much for dinner. It was really good.”, you beam at them as they clear the table and start cleaning up the area. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, honey. We were thinking once we get everything put away here, maybe, we could watch a movie or something.”

“Baby, we got all dressed up, you went all out on dinner, and now you just want to sit down and watch a movie?”

“Oh, um, I mean did you want to go somewhere, sweetheart?”

Leaning over the counter, you look up at them with big doe eyes.

“My bedroom…or the couch…Hell, even the counter here. I don’t care.”, you giggle.

“How are you feeling?”, Steve asks as his eyes shift towards your neck. The bruises had long since faded but you could tell he could still see them almost as if that image would never go away.

“Horny it seems.”, Eddie laughs making you smile.

Coming around to their side, the metalhead lifts you onto the island and you reach for the other boy, clasping your arms around his neck.

“I’m feeling much better, Daddy. I promise. You don’t have to keep punishing yourself for what happened. You both took such good care of me. Please, let me take care of you.”

As you bring his lips to yours, his palms slide down to the small of your back and pull you towards the edge closer to his waist. A whimper escapes your throat as the growing bulge in his pants steadily grinds against your uncovered core; the fabric of his slacks rubbing just enough on your clit to have you opening your legs wider to allow him more access.

“Does that feel good, baby girl? Fuck. I can feel you soaking through my pants.”

“Y-You should take them off then.”, you breathily laugh as he rests his forehead on yours, smiling at your neediness. “Please, Daddy. I want you so bad.”

A low growl emits from Steve’s throat as he quickly fumbles with his belt buckle and frees his leaking cock from its confinement. Your mouth falls open as you both watch him guide his length into you entrance and your hands cup his face as your legs wrap around his waist. 

“Yes, baby. You feel so good.”, you moan as your fingers unbutton the top half of his shirt so your hands can roam his chest, making him mewl as his head falls into your neck and he thrusts into you at a bit faster.

Eddie’s own fingers come from the side and delicately move your hair behind your ear.

“You’re so beautiful, princess. I like watching your face when we’re fucking you. I love that you’re ours.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you hugged Steve tighter to your body. 

“Don’t—mmm—don’t worry about me tonight. I want you both to cum.”

Freezing completely, the man in your arms tilted back so his gaze could meet yours. 

“Honey, what do you think helps get us there? We like making you fall apart.”

“That’s an understatement.”, Eddie adds making Steve chuckle. 

“It fucking drives me crazy feeling your soft hands and nails drag along my skin.”, he whispers, gradually pumping into you again as his palms cling to your hips. “Those tiny whimpers you make when I hit that spot inside of you right there.”

Between his last couple of words, he thrust into you roughly making your toes curl against him. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. Cum for me. Cum for Daddy.” 

Going back his original rhythm, you nuzzled your face into his shoulder, muffling your moans as you did what he asked. 

“Fuck, Y/N. The way your pussy grips me when you cum.” Placing his hand on the back of your head and his other arm wrapped around your back, he presses you to him while chasing his high. Steve’s heavy pants warm your ear and both of you groan as he fills you up. 

Releasing you from his hold, he leans back to tenderly kiss your lips before backing away so Eddie could take his place. After light heartedly giggling through his teeth, he grabs a napkin off the counter and dabs at your forehead. 

“So sweaty.”

“Aren’t you about to make me sweatier?”, you tease.

Grinning, he takes you in his arms and carries you into the living room where he playfully tosses you down on the sofa where he lifts off your dress. 

“Wait.”, you plead as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “Leave it on like he did. It’s…kind of hot…makes me feel…small. In a good way!”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

As he takes a seat on the couch, he pulls down his pants and boxers enough to free his cock before motioning for you to come sit on his lap. After positioning you with your back against his chest and placing your legs on either side of his own, Eddie takes hold of his length as you lift your hips slightly and slide down onto him. 

“Oh my god.”

“Atta girl, princess. Fuck. So fucking wet and warm.”, he murmurs in your ear as your head leans against his shoulder.

Ring lined fingers dig into your thighs as your roll your lower body slowly, enjoying the feeling of his cock stretching your walls and rubbing your g-spot just so. 

“Ride my dick, sweetheart. Make yourself cum.”

Tilting forward, you balance your hands on his knees as you bounce on his lap. 

“Yes. You feel so good, Sir.”

“You know, Y/N, I love watching you come undone to. The way your body moves and trembles. The way you moan my name or title. How your pussy trenches my cock. Shit, baby.”

Tugging your hair, he yanks you against him again as he brings his fingers around to massage your clit.

“FUCK! Please, Sir, please.”, you beg. 

As your orgasm washes over you, his digits move faster as he roughly thrusts up into you to elongate your high. Falling limply against him, Eddie holds you to him until his rhythm starts to falter and you feel his spend warm your insides. 

While he tries to catch his breath, your lips lazily trail along his jaw line till he turns to meet your mouth with his own.

Lost in your bliss, you allow them to carry you to your bathroom and take care of you. As you stood in the shower your arms remained around them as they cleaned you and placed soft kisses along your skin. 

“Thank you for always listening and taking care of me. Even before we got together you guys have always been good friends to me.”

After changing your clothes and placing you under the covers in your bed, they climb in on either side of you and take you in their arms. 

“You’re welcome. I don’t know about Stevie but I wish I had told you earlier how I felt about you…could have saved you from a lot of heartache.”, Eddie sighs. 

“I was afraid you wouldn’t like me the same way and I’d lose you. That’s why I never said anything but, yeah, I wish I had said something sooner. I remember once you told us you thought you didn’t deserve to be happy and that just killed me. I thought ‘we could make her happy.’”

“You do…both of you…you always have. I know we can’t go back in time but I have you now and that’s all I care about. For the past view months, I’ve actually felt the safest I’ve ever been. Not just physically but mentally and emotionally. I can be open with your guys about anything and I know you still love me. I hope you know you can do that same with me. I’m always here for you no matter what.”

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@goth-cowgirl-03

Series here

[iluvmattsbeard]

espresso 2 (m.s)

master list

PART ONE!

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: mentions some sexual content but not crazy/swearing

preview: after that night Matt texts you saying he couldn’t get you off his mind, he repeatedly texted you everyday after that. he’s been begging for you guys to talk to each other in person. you agree and one thing led to another. leaving you confused with your feelings.

you wake up picking up your phone to see multiple texts from Matt. he was still pushing for answers after your response last night.

Matt

good morning Y/n!

i’m still curious about what you meant last night.

“is it that sweet?” what does that even mean?

you laugh to yourself while shaking your head.

Y/n

good morning Matt.

you’re going to keep bugging me about it huh?

your eyes widen as you see him instantly respond.

Matt

you know i am! you left me hanging.

Y/n

are you like on your phone anticipating my texts? how the fuck did you reply so fast?

Matt

like i said, you left me hanging. i deserve answers sweetheart.

you roll your eyes at the response, turning your phone off leaving him on read. you get up finally getting out of bed as you hear your phone buzz. you just ignore it and walk to the bathroom to start of your morning. when you were done, you walk back to your room to still hear buzzing. “Matt…” you groan to yourself. you pick up your phone to see not only texts but missed calls. another incoming call appears and you pick up. “what do you want Matt?” you ask standing with your one hand on your waist. “what ever happened to a hi or hello?” he says. “hi matt!” you say in a sarcastic enthusiastic tone. he chuckles before speaking, “sure i’ll take it.” “okay what do you want?” you say. you don’t know what encouraged him to all of the sudden blow up your phone. it’s been months since he ended things. “like i said last night, i miss you.” he says.

you stand there unamused by his response. “okay?” you say. “Y/n this is me trying.” he says. you let out a small laugh before responding, “try harder next time.” you hang up, going to his contact, muting his texts. you weren’t buying it honestly. you didn’t want to be one of the girls on his list even though you basically already were. you just continued your day ignoring all his messages.

that night, you decided to check his muted texts after getting ready for bed.

Matt

why did you hang up on me?

are you seriously going to ignore me?

hello Y/n? are you even getting these?

can you just PLEASE talk to me?

Y/n i can’t sleep like this.

texts after texts. it just kept going. did he really have nothing better to do? or is he really just good at keeping this act going?

after a few days, Matt has been constantly texting you still. he was still trying to get answers. he also has been sending you good morning and good night texts when you didn’t even ask for it. you woke up to him calling your phone as you place your hand on your face, with your eyes closed, while shaking your head before answering. “seriously Matt this is getting ridiculous.” you say tiredly. “good morning to you too. can you meet up with me today?”. he asks. you open your eyes as you look at the ceiling, “why should i?” you ask. “you should because i want to make things right with you. please just give it a chance and come over.” he pleads. “i can really smell the desperation through the phone.” you respond as you hear him laugh softly, “i’m trying here Y/n.” he says.

you think about it for a minute as he speaks up, “come on.” you shut your eyes sighing, “fine Matt. you better hope i don’t regret it.” you say hanging up. you instantly receive a text from him.

Matt

you wont regret it! 😊

you just shake your head while getting up to get ready for the long day ahead of you.

after you finish doing your makeup, you stare at yourself in the mirror sighing. “just give it a chance.” you whisper out. you walk out the bathroom door as you grab your car keys and phone heading out to your car. once you buckle in, you send him a text.

Y/n

on my way

Matt

be safe sweetheart

you smile a bit, stopping yourself as you realize. you put down your phone as you start to pull out your drive way. as you drive, you get a call from Madi. you answer as her voice goes through the speakers, “hey y/n! what you up to today?” should you tell her? i mean it’s only fair right? “you wouldn’t even believe it.” you mutter out as you stop at a red light. “what do you mean?” she asks confused. it stayed quiet a bit before she speaks up again, “don’t tell me you’re going to see him.” “how did you know?” you ask as the red light turns green. she responds, “i just got a text from Nick saying Matt told him you were on the way.” that blabber mouth. “he kept bugging me. i had no choice.” you say. Madi just sighs before responding, “you better know what you’re doing.” “trust me, i hope so.” you say pulling up in front of the triplets house.

you and Madi hang up as you text Matt saying you’re outside. as soon as you get out of the car, he immediately rushes outside. “hey y/n” he says with a smile. you shut your car door, locking it as you look at him, “hi matt.” you respond. you both walk inside the house as you greet Chris and Nick. Nick stares at you with a ‘what the fuck’ look. you just shrug and shake your head. Matt leads you to his room as you walk in sitting down on his bed. he shuts the door as he sits right next to you. he stares at you with admiration as you catch his eyes, “use your time wisely.” you say. “i’m glad you actually showed up.” he says with a smile. you just looked at him with a blank stare.

“i really miss you and i regret the way things played out.” he continues. you were looking into his eyes as you try to read his mind. was he being genuine? “you can regret all you want. you still aren’t proving to me why i should be here.” you respond. he sighs softly as he keeps eye contact with you, “i’m trying here Y/n. have my texts and calls meant nothing?” he says. “i see you’re trying but it still changes nothing that happened that night.” you say. “i know that but you can still try giving this a chance. a fresh start you know?” he says. you stare at him eventually looking away with no response. it stayed quiet for a bit before he speaks up, “what did you mean the night we started texting again?” you shake your head as you look at him, “you’re still on this?” you ask in a slight annoyance. he really won’t let it go. “of course i am. i still didn’t receive an answer.”

“what i meant was, my lips. are they that sweet that you miss them so much?” you ask as he lets a small smile appear on his face. “i don’t know is it?” he says making you shrug. “is it?” you respond. he shrugs before responding, “i don’t know it’s been a while. i need a refresher.” “so you’re telling me you’ve been over here saying you missed my everything but apparently don’t even remember the way i kiss?” you say with a blank stare. he just looks into your eyes as you both sat there. after a bit of silence, you felt yourself being pulled in by his gaze.

don’t do it Y/n. don’t give in you thought to yourself. “can i kiss you sweetheart?” he whispers looking deep into your eyes. with no surprise, you two were attached at the lips as he kissed you with anticipation. you can tell he’s been desperately waiting for this. your arms wrap around his neck as the kiss gets deeper. he runs his hands down to your waist as he smiles a bit between kisses. one thing led to another and you both ended up naked in his sheets. “fuck Y/n. i missed you so much.” he moans out as he pulls out and releases on your stomach. after he cleans you both up, you laid your head on his chest as he rubs your back. you both ended up drifting to sleep.

the next morning you open your eyes to see Matt’s arms wrapped around you. “shit.” you thought to yourself. you laid there as you stared at the snoring boy as you continue to think to yourself, “you are so stupid Y/n.” you try to sit up without waking him up. you pick up his arm softly, moving it off you. still sleeping, he turns around as he still has his eyes shut. you get up and start to put on your clothes quietly. you zip up your pants and look at him one last time. he looked so cute snuggled in the covers. you shake your head at the thought as you walk out the door slowly, closing the door behind you quietly.

as you walk out you were met with Nick. “what the fuck?!” he whisper yells. “what?” you ask quietly. “you slept with him?!” he again whisper yells. you sigh as you shake your head, “it was a mistake.” you say. he just shakes his head as well, “Y/n you know what he did to you.” he says as you nod slowly. “you’re right. i got to go before he wakes up.” you say heading out.

little did you know, Matt was awake when you left. he was laying on his side as he opens his eyes thinking to himself, “why would she just leave like that?” he was left there in his thoughts. he eventually got up and walks out his bedroom. he met eyes with Nick. Nick’s face was filled with disappointment. “did she say anything?” Matt asks. “nope she didn’t. you better get your shit together Matt. she’s my friend now. i don’t need you messing things up.” he says walking to his room. Matt just stands there sighing.

Matt

hey why’d you leave without saying anything?

you look at your phone and you shut it off after seeing the text. it was a mistake… right? he continued to call and text for the next few days. all you did was ignore him each time.

Matt

Y/n please answer me.

i’ve never felt this way before. it’s driving me crazy.

secretly, it was driving you crazy too. you still had the repeating thought in your head, “he had me but he took advantage of it.” but deep down you also wanted to trust his words. i mean he has been texting and calling like crazy… or was it desperation? your mind was flooded with thoughts. when you laid down in bed, you wrapped yourself with the blanket as you shut your eyes. even though you tried to sleep, you couldn’t. you forced your eyes shut as you see Matt’s face pop up in your mind. you open your eyes quickly as you sit up. you needed to get him off your mind but the next few nights, you were kept wide awake still at the thought of him.

Y/n’s POV

fuck off! don’t tell me i’m in this position now. it was just one time and i haven’t even texted him ever since. i’ve been up all night, every night, trying to get him off my mind and i just can’t. i pick up my phone as i see a few texts sent from him earlier.

Matt

like i said Y/n, it’s driving me crazy.

i know you be on your phone.

i literally just saw you text Nick.

my fingers hover above the keyboard as i bit my lip softly. “don’t do it Y/n…” i thought to yourself. of course, i didn’t take a while to cave in.

Y/n

i can’t sleep.

my eyes widen a bit as i see him reply quickly.

Matt

hey Y/n. what’s going on?

Y/n

these past few nights i haven’t been able to sleep.

Matt

what’s been on your mind sweetheart?

i hesitate before typing out what i’m about to send. i better not regret this.

Y/n

you’ve been on my mind.

you’ve been keeping me up all night.

every single fucking night now.

how fucking ironic huh?

Matt’s POV

i instantly grew a smile on my face as i see her recent text. i’m glad she finally came around.

Matt

me too Y/n. maybe it’s a sign!

Y/n

don’t get too excited.

i let out a small laugh at her response. i hover my fingers above the keyboard as i grin.

Matt

well, is it that sweet? lol 😊

i let out a laugh at my own text.

Y/n

i will literally press the block button Matt.

Matt

DON’T DO THAT

YOU KNOW I JUST HAD TO SAY IT

a/n: I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS! was giggling to myself lol.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Holidays and Canary Pools -P.G8

Esa foto de Pedri en la piscina ha rodado en mi cabeza desde que la vi🥴 Y here's a fic of it

Warnings: Contains a bit of suggestive content! Nothing too graphic, IT'S SAFE FOR EVERYONE TO READ!

Summary: Pedro + You + Sun + Family Time + Canary Islands = Vacation

You remember when you and Pedri choosed the house he was renting for vacations, you had gone to it a few weeks prior and you fell in love with the pool, the crystal clear water and the prettiest view of Tenerife ever.

But now you were having a hard time watching your shirtless boyfriend go around the whole place as if nothing, when all you wanted was to jump on him over and over again.

You reminded yourself of the fact his parents were there, his brother and girlfriend, his cousin and a few friends of them. Of course you two sneak a couple-time here and there but not like you would have wanted to.

And with the fact Pedro was building up muscles, he was looking gorgeous than ever.

When Adrián, Pedro's cousin suggested the first pool day after a week of being here, you all nodded and agreed to it quickly. And here you were...

Pedro was looking divine, pretty, gorgeous, words couldn't describe what you felt by only looking at him. And when he got shirtless, you chocked up on your drink, making Rosy, María (Fer's girlfriend), Antonella (Adrian's friend), Fernando, Fer and Pedro look at you confused, the last one worried about you.

"Se fue por el camino viejo" (It went in the old road) You said after composing yourself, coughing up a few times to cover the fact you drink went up to your nose. The named ones laughed lightly but Pedro, you saw Rosy was smirking at you.

Please, don't let her keep up with your thoughts about her son.

"Bonita, are you alright?" Pedro said kneeling down as you nod repeatedly

"Yes, don't worry, cariño" You cleared your throat and looked at him "I'm good" You leaned down to kiss his cheek "I'm good" He smiled softly feeling your lips on his cheek once again

"Wanna join us at the pool?" You shook your head softly watching how Adrián, Fer and their friends throw themselves on it

"Not yet, amor. Go and enjoy, wanna sunbathe for a bit" He rolled his eyes

"Don't you think you've done a lot of those lately?"

"Let her tan, Pedro" Rosy said softly as you stucked your tongue out towards him as he sticked his out too, making you laugh

"Sunbathe is one thing, Sunburn is another and I don't want her to get the second one, mom" Pedro said to his mother shaking his head as the older lady looked at him with a smile on "Let me put sunscreen on you, at least?" You smiled nodding and got into the lounge chair.

You got out of the sheer mesh beach pants you had on and were only left in your black two pieces bikini

"Creo que yo me puedo colocar bloqueador solar adelante" (I think I can put on sunscreen on myself in my front) Pedro shook his head

"Que yo te lo pongo todo" (I'll put it all) You smiled

"¿Puedo luego colocarte yo el bloqueador?" (After this, can I put the sunscreen on you?) He hums smiling

"Claro que si" (Of course)

He massaged your chest, neck, face, shoulders, arms, tummy and legs slowly with deep grabbings in certains parts and he still made it look innocent when you were being a whole mess thanks to him

"I think you did this just to touch me in front of everybody" You said when he was putting it on your back, you felt his laugh

"Un poco sí" (A little yes) He nods "But I truly take care of my girlfriend too so" You smile softly

"Claro que lo haces" (Of course you do) You say and then yelped a little when you felt a little smack on one of your ass cheeks, you turned around quickly "¡Pedro González López!" You hit his chest feeling his laugh "Your parents are there!"

"They know how I am with you around me" He kissed your lips "Que 'tas muy hermosa, mi vida" (You're beautiful) He smiled grabbing your hand that was on his chest "El traje de baño te queda espectacular... Se me hace imposible no mirarte y quererte hacer varias cositas" (The bikini looks gorgeous on you... It makes me impossible not looking at you and wanting to do several things to you) You blushed

Glad to know the feeling was mutual

"But that can be done in the night" You say

"I can't wait for tonight, then" You smile grabbing the sunscreen of his hands and pushing some into your hand

"Venga, we don't want any sunburns here" He kisses your lips quickly before giving you a full look of his broad and hard chest, you also did the same to him, slow and deep grabbing massage in his body in front and in his back too. "All done"

"¿Segura que no vienes?" (You sure you don't wanna come?) You smiled

"I'll join you guys later, you go" He smiled before kissing you once again and running towards the water, splashing the lads a bit as they tried to cover themselves up

"Can we join?" María says as you smile

"Please, do" You put on Pedri's sunglasses but before you could relax properly a plate of croquetas was pull besides your table and Rosy leaned down to whisper in your ear

"Tell Pedrito to control himself a bit" She smiled kissing your cheek "And you try to not let the drinks go into the wrong way again, please. Que nos preocupamos por ti, hija" (We worry for you) Your hands went to your face blushing and laughing

"Ay Díos mío, que pena" (Oh my gosh, what a shame)

"Nonono, que va" (Nonono, don't worrry) She shook her head "Don't be just tell him to keep it down a bit" You blushed hard

How the hell were you supposed to look again at Rosy in the eyes? You couldn't.

After a while of your little talk with Rosy, the girls and you got into the pool for a while, playing fight with Fer and María, Pedro and you winning a few times, until the sun was setting when you got out of it and drying yourself off a bit a few minutes later Pedro came out and sat next to you

"¿Qué estabas hablando con mamá?" (What did mom and you were talking about?) He said wipping the excess of water from his face

"That you should keep it in your pants!" You exclaimed softly as Pedro's face softly formed a smile "Don't laugh!" He nodded laughing

"I will" He said "It's funny"

"No, it isn't" You said shaking your head with a small smile on, you couldn't help it, it was funny but at the same time it wasn't

"But you're laughing"

"I'm not" He kissed the corner of your lips as you blushed

"Lovebirds, stop it!" Fernando said "Let's come in and have some dinner"

"Ahora tú padre piensa lo mismo" (Now, your dad thinks the same) Pedro laughs hugging you to him as he leaded the both of you inside.

During dinner, you handled all the jokes and comments made about how you and Pedro couldn't keep your hands off of each other and whilst you felt embarrassed from it, you loved the fact they considered you one more of the family. You have been with Pedro for two years and ever since first moment they had let you know that and you loved them as much as they loved you.

Now, fast forward bedtime you couldn't sleep. You didn't know why. Pedro had tried to help you out but you didn't allowed it seeing as it was enough teasing from his family that day, so when he was asleep you went outside and felt drown by the beauty of the moon reflecting into the water.

You undid your clothes once more being left in bra and panties and got into the, surprisingly, warm water enjoying the quiet and dark view of Tenerife at 1 in the morning

"Bonita, ¿qué pasa?" (Bonita, what's wrong?) You heard his raspy voice said as he looked at you confused

"Couldn't sleep"

"¿Y por eso vienes a la piscina a estas horas?" (And that's why you come to the pool at this time?) He asks

"I didn't wanted to wake you up and doing nothing around the house is boring"

"You know I can't sleep without you by my side" You smile before you saw him get out of his pijama pants and join you in the pool

"¿Qué haces?" (What are you doing?) You ask softly

"Acompaño a mi chica a ver la luna, hablo un rato y paso el tiempo con ella. ¿Tú?" (I accompany my girl to see the moon, talk for a while and spend time with her. You?) He whispered

"Falling in love with my gorgeous boyfriend" He smiled leaning down to kiss your lips, your hands around his neck and his hands grabbed the back of your thights to pull them around his waist. You kept on kissing for a little while until he separated from you enough to look at your face.

"You owe me something" He whispered as you smiled

"Your mom could catch us at any second"

"She's a heavy sleeper" His hand went down to your ass and gripped its flesh getting a breathy moan out of you "Let me help you out, please" His hands travelled down to your front "You looked divine in that bikini and a little bird told me you choked on your drink because of me"

"Such an ego, you have" He pressed your back to the cold tiles of the pool

"Ah, ¿Pero acaso es mentira?" (Ah, but is it a lie?) He smirked continuing with his trail down your legs and up

"You looked so good" You defend yourself as he laughs smirking

"Venga, let's tire you up"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

[pablitogavii]

I'm sure

"I told you it's not a good time to talk about this!" Pablo was groaning while you paced around his room angrily feeling both frustrated and tired from him.

"It's never a good time for you! When you want to be between my legs it's a perfectly good time but when I want to talk seriously about us, you're tired..or you had a hard training session..or freaking aliens invaded the platen Earth!" you said relying on sarcasm as you defense mechanism.

Truth being told, what you and Pablo had was nothing short of perfect...he was your childhood friend...your parents are really close...he protected you from all the boys in high school and now he became your man...or did he?

You were starting to feel very self conscious that many girls flirt with him thinking he is single, and even though eh never responds to it, it angers you that you're not official. You never really had a talk about it.

"Amor please! I literally can't feel my legs right now!" he said and that only angered you more. You wanted answers NOW and weren't backing up until you got them!

"Don't "amor" me Pablo! I couldn't feel my legs last night when you were in the mood for more but I still wanted to make you happy!" you blurred out not even realizing what you said until you saw his smirking face. Not the right time Gavira!

"I'm just that good, amor" he winked and you rolled your eyes really not in the mood for this right now. He needs to take you seriously!

"FUCK YOU GAVI! I'm done! You hear...DONE!" you grabbed your hoodie from the chair about to walk out of his room but he was already by the door blocking your exit path.

"I'm sorry amorcito..please..stay..I didn't mean to upset you this much..and don't call me Gavi..please?" his puppy dog eyes were working and you hated that fact. He raised up your head and you sighed shrugging your shoulders and walking back to sit in the chair.

"Please..come here???" he said opening up the comforter for you and you sighed moving towards the bed and slipping in still keeping your distance from his warm inviting body. Ughh how badly you wanted to cuddle him right now!!!

"If you're not sure about me...just say it...and maybe I can find someone who is" you spoke feeling your own heart break at the thought of being with anyone besides Pablo. He was your first and only boyfriend...one who took your first time...one who owns both you body and heart. Deep down you didn't want to lose that...

"W..what did you say to me!?" his dominant personality got triggered by that statement as his mind got clouded with images of another man having you...having what's only ever been his.

"I said..I can find someone else???" you smirked knowing that will get to his last nerve and it did as he was already on top of you growling and pulling your legs around his torso.

"I thought your legs were hurting???" you teased but he was in no mood gripping your things and making you whimper. FUck! You LOVED when he got like that!!!

"You can't do that!" he was yelling despite the fact we were in his house and his parents were right down stairs. Boy didn't care about anything anymore those words really sobering him up good right now!!!

"Why not???" you played dumb and he knew you were waiting for his words slowly raising up your hips to rub against him. FUck you were always such a fucking tease!!!

"I was the first one...hm...to get inside that tight little pussy...and stretch it up really nice for me...it belong to me princesa...you..you belong to me" he was doing his best not to groan when you teased him repeatedly trying to stay quiet enough not to be heard downstairs.

"And yet nobody knows that...do you know how many guys walk up to me thinking I'm single..wanting to take me back to their home...hm and bury themselves deep inside of your pussy?" you whispered into his ear licking it afterwards and he had to let out a groan after that.

"Amor! Behave!" he said sternly and you giggled rolling your eyes adn shaking your head no' playfully. He was mistaken if he thought you were gonna let him go so easily.

"Or what? I'm a single girl...I might let them?" you smirk and this time he lost it gripping your neck and moving down close to your face.

"You're mine! Only MINE!!!" he growled before kissing your lips feverishly biting your lower lip aggressively that you whimpered in pain mixed with pleasure. YOu were slowly melting into his hands...fuck!

"Are you sure about that???" you said and he shook his head realizing that no matter what, you always get what you want...you really got him wrapped around your little finger.

"I'm sure! My girlfriend!" he yelled before kissing your lips and slowly moving down your neck and chest marking up your skin while you smiled satisfied for hearing those words leave his mouth ;)))

[eveninggstar]

I Love You

Summary: you’ve been dating Jake for a few months. When he takes you on a shopping spree at the mall, you find a photo booth and tell him how you feel.

Warnings: fluff, angst, happy ending, kissing, lipstick kisses, readers looks aren’t specified (only that they wear lipstick) but intended to be female, no use of y/n, jake and reader being stupid

A/N: heyyy 👀 sorry i’ve not posted

n e wayz

i saw a video on insta of this couple in a photo booth and the boy hand lipstick kisses on him from his girlfriend and she told him that she loved him. his face was so cute but i read the comments and saw ‘notice how he didn’t say it back’ and i saw a comment that they aren’t together anymore and i was just like 😨

sorry that’s long anyway enjoy

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Today you and Jake had been on an incredible shopping spree. Seeing as it was your birthday the week prior, Jake practically begged to pay for your things. The past three months are probably the best three months of your life. The way Jake made you feel felt indescribable. That was until a specific word came to mind in a one afternoon movie session. You were laying in your back, with Jake’s head smushed against your chest. He had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around you as you scratched his scalp. Looking down at his peaceful face, and one word flashed across your mind. Love.

Ever since that moment at your apartment, you have been trying to find the right moment to tell Jake. You hoped he loved you back. Of course he did, why else were you two always together or why did he always want to spoil you. You hoped.

Your shopping spree was coming to a close, Jake’s arms full of your items as he repeatedly refused to let you hold even the small bags. As you and Jake were about to leave the mall, he suddenly stopped and gasped.

“Oh. My. God.” He turned to you, jumping to the balls of his feet. “Baby, we have to take photos!” He pointed towards the photo booth, the multiple bags in that arm swaying. “This can be your best birthday ever.” He walked the small steps towards you and dropped his head to your shoulder and mumbled, “Please, please, please.”

You turned your head to look at him pouting, with his new lip piercings (AHHH they look so good girl don’t even!!!(i started writing this when he got them done)). You kissed his forehead, leaving him to have a giddy smile on his face, “Of course!”

After manoeuvring all the bags of endless clothes and accessories and paying, you and Jake sat comfortably on the seat. You reapplied your lipstick quickly to give Jake multiple kiss marks on his face and neck. You had only missed his lips. Luckily the camera had taken a photo during.

“Ummm, you forgot a place.” He looked at you then pushed his lips out as far as they could. You looked at him, a small smile on your face as the camera captured the moment.

“Where?” You grabbed his face, looking for the area you missed. You knew he was on about his lips, but there was nothing wrong with asking.

“My lips!” he whined.Giving in, you kissed him. Meanwhile you were thanking god first taking a photo. “Okay, we have one left. What do we do?”

You were both sat looking forwards at the camera thinking. He was thinking of a pose to do, meanwhile you were debating on telling Jake you secret the had been eating away at you.

The photo booth was on the two second mark. Giving in you looked at him, “I love you.” The camera took the last picture, Jake’s face the happiest you’ve ever seen it.

He quickly turned his head towards you, “Really? Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” You timidly smiled at him, looking through your lashes at him. He nodded then got up, picking up your bags and left the photo booth. You were gobsmacked (is this a term people outside england use? idk it’s like shocked) and a little sad. You thought Jake was going to say it back. Yet, he had just left.

Deciding to follow him, he was waiting for you after pocketing both photo strips, leaving it a very awkward drive to your apartment.

When Jake arrived at his shared house with his friend Johnnie, he had an irreversible smile on his face. Johnnie, only just woke up, came down the stairs and noticed as his roommates dimples were the deepest he had ever seen them.

“Dude.” Jake bolted to the disheveled man, unable to stop bouncing on the balls of his feet and he swings his arms in an up agg bc d down motion.

“What?” Johnnie croaked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was struck by the happy Jake as he grabbed Johnnies shoulders, causing the Johnnies eyes to widen in shock.

“She said she loves me!” Jake was jumping up and down with an indescribable joy, slowly Johnnie began to jump with him.

Meanwhile, you were in your room. You were sat at your vanity desk, looking at yourself and wallowing in self pity. Why did he seem so happy when you and it, yet didn’t say it back? Or anything for that matter! You constantly asked yourself what signals you couldn’t read. Maybe he didn’t love you, maybe he was planing on breaking up.

It had been a week, a week of one worded texts or dry texts back and forth with Jake. You hadn’t even called or hung out together since your birthday. So when you were grocery shopping, you were surprised to see Jake calling you.

“Hello?”

“Come over to mine.” He sounded incredibly serious. Seems like he had made up his mind and was going to break up with you. The best person in your life would be no longer apart if it. Then, he hung up, leaving you to wallow in self pity.

Knocking on the door to Jake’s house, you didn’t look as good as you knew you were able to. The door slammed open, showing Jake with a new tattoo on his arm. A love heart. Jake grabbed your arm and quickly pulled you inside, not realising the tight grasp he had.

“Oh my god! i’m so sorry,” he looked at you with his adorable puppy dog eyes, pouting his pierced lip then leant in to kiss the mark-less area. “Come sit,” he repetitively famed his hand towards himself as he walked over to the couch, then sitting down.

You stayed standing as he looked up at you with a certain glow, smiling at you. This, of course, irritated you. The man had the audacity to act like this yet couldn’t even bother to text you.

“Jake, stop!” You raised your voice, being serious. His smile and eyebrows dropped, not knowing what was wrong.

“What’s-”

“You don’t get to act like this if you’re going to break up with me! Just do it now.” You interrupted him. As soon as you finished your sentence he shot up, wrapping his long arms around you. He buried his stupidly handsome face into your hair, lowering his voice.

“What makes you think i want to break up with you?” His voice was as soft as one of those adorable golden puppies.

“It just that-” you sighed, pulling away to rest your hands on his chest and his fell to your waist. “Since i said that i loved you, you’ve been avoiding me.” You stopped, looking to see if he would say anything. Realising there was no point, you decided to bury your hole of self pity deeper. “Please, just break up with me. It will make this so much easier.”

Jake watched as tears gathered in your eyes. Grabbing both sides of your face, he angled you so the out of you were eye to eye. “I love you so much. Words can’t even describe it.” He had a soft smile on his face. “I love the times we go shopping together,” he kissed your cheek, “I love it when you leave lipstick marks all over me,” he kissed the other cheek, “and i love you.” he kissed your lips.

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[klaus-littlestwolf]

You’re Mine, Whether You Know it or Not -Klaus M.

Kidnapping theme, slight Yandere Klaus

You had been hanging out with Klaus for several weeks now.

It had started as an accident. You were excited as everyone in the Boarding house had gone out, leaving you all alone to watch TV and relax. You had stolen a bottle of Damon’s oldest Whiskey and mixed it with some coke, enjoying a tipsy night of movies, or so you thought.

Klaus had shown up looking for Damon and while you ignored the knock at the front door, the Hybrid didn’t need to be invited in anymore so he just walked into the house.

~~

‘Damon isn’t here. He’ll be back later after he saves Elena or Stefan or…I don’t know, I wasn’t listening. I’ll let him know you stopped by.’ You unpaused your movie, expecting the man to leave as he had no need to speak to you and you had never met before now so you had no reason to speak.

‘You won’t mind if I wait for him here, will you?’ It didn’t sound like much of a question so you ignored him, facing the TV again. ‘I don’t think I’ve seen you here before…are you new?’ You shook your head.

‘Nope. I just try and stay out of their Supernatural issues. They have nothing to do with me and it’s not like I can help. Useless little human right here so you have no reason to try and hurt me.’ You grabbed another glass, pouring him some of Damon’s bourbon before handing the glass over. ‘Not that you would. You seem like a nice enough guy, personally I think Damon is a bit dramatic when it comes to you. If he just left you alone it would solve like 75% of the problems.’ You shrugged and didn’t notice the way the Hybrid had been staring at you since the moment he walked in. It only seemed to get worse as you spoke with him but you continued drinking and explaining the movie to him so he was caught up. He moved to sit beside you and spent the evening watching movies beside you until you eventually fell asleep on his shoulder.

That was the first time you ever met Klaus Mikaelson and you had considered it a good moment, you actually enjoyed speaking with the centuries old man, he had fascinating stories and he listened to you in a way none of your friends ever did, as if you had something interesting to say.

Klaus always gave you his undivided attention, to the point of ignoring real problems in his day to day life, not that you would know that but his family took notice. Elijah noted how you had captured his brothers attention and honestly, it worried him a bit. Elijah knew you to be a very sweet, kind hearted girl, you never judged anyone too harshly considering you liked him as well and only based things on how people treated you personally, and Klaus? He was always so kind to you. Kol noticed you as well and had been threatened by his elder brother repeatedly about leaving you alone and for once, Kol heeded those threats, there was something about how he spoke about you that the younger Mikaelson didn’t want to fuck around with.

Your friends repeatedly warned you about Klaus, now knowing that you were spending time with him nearly daily, to the point that he needed to see you at least once every day to ensure his day went well, if he didn’t see your smiling face at least once the Hybrid would be a miserable asshole all day.

Klaus went so far as to take care of you when you were sick. He had given you his number one of those first days you spent time together and while you didn’t use it much, when you woke up feeling sick that morning you texted him that you wouldn’t be out that day and to not wait up for you at the Grille. What you didn’t expect however was him showing up at your doorstep with bags of god knows what. When you saw the cold medicine and the food he had gotten to make you soup you realized how much he really cared for you and it was the first moment you invited him into your house.

What you didn’t know was that Klaus had planned it like that. He knew he could get you to invite him in to take care of you, you were his sweet little human after all, you needed to be cared for and nursed back to health. That’s what Klaus is here for.

You didn’t see his obsession with you growing the way that everyone else did and no matter how many times you were warned, you just thought your friends were being dramatic. Klaus was the best friend you had had in a really long time and you didn’t want to lose that, and you certainly weren’t going to give it up just because Elena and Caroline were a bit worried.

3 months after you began spending time together was when you finally realized your friends may have been right about how much Klaus had come to care for you.

You had decided to spend time with Elena, Caroline and Bonnie one weekend night, staying in all day, up all night and the next day binging movies and shows you had been putting off thanks to all the Supernatural drama and you had told the Hybrid you would be gone all day and night. You didn’t know that he had checked up on you at the Boarding house at least 6 times since yesterday and that night when you took your stuff and walked your way home, stoned from one too many of Jeremy’s cookies, that he was watching from the trees. The second he noticed you were high he knew that you couldn’t take care of yourself, and he knew that he needed to do it himself.

When you awoke the next morning you were in a much too comfortable bed. It was actually very nice, prompting you too roll over and drift back off to sleep when you rested your head on someone’s chest, startling you. ‘Klaus?! What the hell?!’ You snapped, moving to get up when his arms were suddenly wrapped around you tightly.

‘Calm down love, you’re safe. You were stumbling home, it was dangerous Little Wolf, and your so called “friends” just let you go! I need to keep you safe.’ The look on his face was one of devotion, it was strange to see from your friend.

‘Yeah, we got a little high but I’m okay. You don’t need to worry so much-‘

‘But I do! I do worry Y/n, because I love you and if you haven’t figured that out by now then clearly I’m doing something wrong, I-‘ he sighed heavily. ‘Please? Just relax and go back to sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up and we’ll order some breakfast. Just sleep my darling.’ You nodded, doing as he said and trusting him, resting your head back into his chest. He had admitted to loving you and while that was a bit heavy you loved him too and you trusted him…you just didn’t know that he didn’t plan on ever letting you go.

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[wishesofeternity]

“You toil still in service to men. Your father, your husband, your son. You desire not to be free, but to make a window in the wall of your prison. Have you never imagined yourself on the Iron Throne?”

A couple of things:

1)  Alicent is a queen consort and is a Hightower by birth, so no, she cannot imagine herself on the Iron Throne, because Targaryen succession does not work like that. This is basic knowledge that 5-year-olds would presumably be expected to know, and I am astounded and embarrassed that Rhaenys, with her age and experience, lacks this fundamental bit of common sense.

2) Alicent has been the functional regent of Westeros for the past six years. In the previous episode, we see her actively governing the realm and overseeing all royal matters (while Rhaenyra sits on her ass with her loser husband in Dragonstone). We also literally hear Vaemond tell Rhaenys “It’s not a king who sits the Iron Throne these days, good sister. It’s the queen”, so I can assure you, Rhaenys, that Alicent has physically sat on the Iron Throne just fine. She lacks authority, obviously, as she is the consort and not the king, but she certainly did not and does not lack power, to say nothing about influence. This ridiculous show, however, does not seem to be able to differentiate these terms.

3) Does this show not understand that Alicent installing her son as King is not just beneficial to him (which the show acknowledges) but also directly beneficial to her? This is a patriarchal and patrimony-inclined world; Alicent’s son being King would not only mean immense prestige for her family; it would also mean the ultimate peak of power and influence for her (which we see her unapologetically wield in the books). In Westeros, we see Visenya Targaryen supporting her brother and her son’s kingship rather than angling for the throne in her own right, and wielding absolute power and authority in their reigns. Historically, Empress Matilda (the female claimant to the throne in the Anarchy, the war this story is based off) relinquished her claim in favor of her son, Henry II, presumably because she recognized he stood a better chance at gaining the throne (which he did) and continuing her legacy. Joanna of Flanders, who commanded troops in battle, did it to support the cause of her husband in direct opposition to the claim of his niece. Yet according to this show’s logic, every single woman who has fought for their fathers and brothers and husbands and sons subscribes to internalized misogyny rather than, idk, supporting their families and gaining power, security and status in the process. Not to mention, Alicent relinquishing her children’s claim and stepping aside would not only be utterly humiliating and degrading for her from a political and personal standpoint, but also legitimately life-threatening for her children and her family. More competent writers would understand that she did not have much of a choice.

4) “You desire not to be free but make a window in the wall of your prison” is the MOST SICKENING PIECE OF VICTIM-BLAMING BULLSHIT I have ever heard in a long, long time. Alicent was a teenager when she had to marry the much-older King (her best friend’s own father) because of his desire for her. He repeatedly raped her and forced at least four pregnancies on her that she did not want. She was utterly isolated at court after her marriage, lacking comfort and friends (including Rhaenyra, who abandoned Alicent for three years after learning that she was being made to marry her father and, based on the comments she made, did not even stop to consider the awfulness of Alicent’s predicament). She had to endure the humiliation of her father being fired and made to leave court, leaving her even more alone than she previously was. She had to endure her husband constantly favoring his firstborn and his grandchildren by his firstborn rather than Alicent’s children who were a direct result of her rape by him. Her son was maimed and bleeding and her husband chose to defend his firstborn’s moronic decisions rather than bring him justice.  She is not a Targaryen, she does not and cannot ride a dragon. WHAT WAS ALICENT SUPPOSED TO EXCEPT TRY AND SURVIVE? HOW ON EARTH IS SHE BEING JUDGED FOR IT?

(And this ridiculously condescending comment is coming from Rhaenys of all people, lmao. A dragon-riding Targaryen who was an actual claimant to the Iron Throne, unlike Alicent. So, what was stopping HER from seizing power, pray tell? After all, she even has the Velaryon forces to back her claim. Instead, in her own words, she made peace with her sidelining. She constantly disagreed with her husband’s ambition regarding her claim and her family’s power. She volunteered her 12-year-old daughter as a child bride for her own aging cousin. The hypocrisy and double standards here is pathetic, and the lack of self-awareness on the part of the show is even worse)

Alicent was legitimately terrified for her children and her family’s lives, and she was entirely justified in doing so: if Rhaenyra ascended the throne, Alicent’s children would inevitably become threats to her whether or not they directly opposed her. This is unavoidable. Look up any historical usurpation, and that’s the inescapable result - and that’s not even going into the fact that Rhaenyra and Daemon are people who are reckless, cruel and indifferent to violence, and would not hesitate to kill any opposition to their reign. The show’s so-called claim that Alicent is upholding the patriarchy falls apart when you consider the fact that this is the only solution that guarantees the security of her children and herself. How is Alicent’s perfectly understandable motivation written as internalized misogyny? 

And moreover, from a writing perspective ... why give her this arc at all? Fire & Blood was badly written, but it doesn’t change the fact that they looked at an ambitious woman who wanted to enhance her power and improve her family’s standing, who directly defied her husband’s wishes in terms of succession in favor of her own, and rewrote this choice into one borne from internalized misogyny. They wrote her as a child bride, a rape victim, an abuse victim and a teen mother and then used this backstory to say that she was conditioned to become the so-called agent of patriarchy (which they do not support with believable evidence) who opposes their so-called feminist protagonist (whose primary enabler is Alicent’s rapist and abuser, btw, not that his abuse is acknowledged nearly enough by the narrative considering how heavily he was romanticized in the last few episodes) It’s a heinous, disrespectful, absolutely terrible writing choice, and I cannot emphasize this nearly enough.

(Oh, and speaking of Rhaenyra, let’s talk about how her queenship solidifies Viserys’s claim over Rhaenys’s. Let’s talk about if she truly cared about women inheriting the Iron Throne - as opposed to just herself - she would have considered this. Let’s talk about how she disregarded the claims of Baela and Rhaena in favour of her son when it came to Driftmark. Rhaenyra is not challenging the patriarchy, her ascension to the Iron Throne will not change anything for anyone except for herself, do not make me laugh by claiming otherwise)

ON TOP OF THIS, the show can’t even decide on a consistent motivation or characterization for Alicent. They repeatedly show us her visceral and justified fear for her children’s lives, which is somehow forgotten in episode eight in favor of her saying that Rhaenyra will be a good queen. Her desire to see her son crowned and thus ensure her children’s safety is disregarded in favor of her actually wanting to fulfil Viserys’s half-baked wishes on his deathbed. They have her say that everyone knows Aegon will be king, and then act surprised when the Green council plots to install him as King. They do not care about Alicent’s personhood and individual character; what they care about is her position as a foil and antagonist to Rhaenyra.

In conclusion: this show sucks. It shows absolutely no understanding regarding the politics of its own world and our medieval history and is a parody and a travesty of respectful storytelling. It has inconsistent and baffling character motivations and downright misogynistic writing, and this is not acknowledged nearly enough by the fandom.

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine teaming up with Shanks to pull a prank on Rayleigh

The crew has stopped off at the Sabaody archipelago for a few weeks

Shanks: *talking with Benn* I can't think of a good prank.

You: *the resident prankster* need help

Benn: has anyone ever told you eavesdropping is rude?

You: repeatedly, but who are we pranking?

Shanks: *makes eye contact with Benn*

Benn: *shrugs* they do know what they're doing.

Shanks: Alright, but you can't tell anyone what we're planning. So it'll be you, me, Benn, Yassop, and Lucky Roux pranking Rayleigh.

You: *hisses* you want to prank Dark King Rayleigh! Have you lost your mind!

Shanks: we'll be fine as long as we don't piss off Shakky, which having you on board makes things a lot easier she likes you after all, and we don't break anything. Also, Rayleigh raised me on Roger's ship, and it's tradition that I prank him when I come to visit.

You: if you say so... I may have an idea then.

Two days later

Shanks: this is the stupidest prank I've ever heard of. He likes this grandpa candy.

Benn: *throw a bag of hard caramels at him,* it's funny, now keep working.

You: now remember, we're going to do this slowly at first a few candies here and there, then we'll pull out all the stops.

A week later

Rayleigh: Alright, which one of you motherfuckers filled my dresser with candy?

Shanks: Oh you must be getting to that age.

Rayleigh: you don't fool me for a second you little shit, and what age?

Benn: That age where the old people candy just sort of spawns near you.

Rayleigh: What? That's not a thing.

Benn: You can believe whatever you want, my father did the same thing when it started to happen to him. But he was eventually buried in it, and his neighbors spent two days digging him out.

Rayleigh: *starting to lose it* Just tell me who it is, and I promise I won't be mad.

Shanks: don't look at me, you know I hate that shit.

Benn: It hurts my teeth.

Yassop: I wouldn't dare.

Rayleigh: *locks eyes with you*

You: *hides behind Shakky* I am innocent, I promise.

Shakky: *pats you on the back, while pickpocketing you of the candy in your pockets* You're scaring the children dear.

Rayleigh: The promise of a pirate when they're being accused means very little. *Looks to Lucky Roux*

Lucky Roux: *shakes his head * I swear upon my tongue.

Rayleigh: That's it! All of you empty your pockets right this instant!

Shakky: *wraps her arms around Rayleigh, sliding her hands and the candy into his back pockets* Calm down my love, you shouldn't accuse them of anything without proof.

Rayleigh: *deflates and his anger leave him* You're right I'm sorry.

Shakky: * pulls her hands out of his back pockets and shows him the candy* especially when they may be right.

Rayleigh: God damn it! *Storms out of the room*

Shakky: I'm going to keep this little prank going even after you all have left, it's quite fun to see him so worked up.

Shanks: when did you figure it out?

Shakky: oh please, this is my house, nothing comes in or out without me knowing. Plus none of you are slick, I could hear the crinkling from the bags all night.

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[enlitment]

The Voltaire-Rousseau Beef aka V v. JJ part III.

for @stars-in-the-night , @headsinsand and other great (and amazingly patient) readers

part 1 ; part 2 ; part 3 ; part 4

7. THE ORPHANAGE (to be read in Eliza Hamilton's voice)

The one thing from his personal life that Rousseau is probably best remembered for is the fact that he gave up all five children he had with his long-term partner, Thérèse, to a Parisian orphanage. One after the other, in what could be called a rapid succession, a simple case of salut and adieu.

The reasons he gave for his behaviour differ from ‘I have fallen with a bad crowd in Paris and this is just what people around me did’ and ‘I basically had no other option anyway’ (not true, he could have married Thérèse and try to make it work. Sure, money was tight, and someone could make a few snarky remarks about the first baby looking surprisingly big for a six-month old or whatever, but these things happened quite regularly. Also, Diderot married his working-class mistress despite his father’s stern disapproval. Just saying) to – now this comes up somewhat later in the Confessions and is significantly darker – ‘I really hated Thérèse’s family and thought it would be better to let my kids be raised by the state than be around them’.

If this was him trying to break a cycle of generational trauma though – perhaps one of the side of his own family as well –  I’d argue there were far better ways of going about it. There’s also potentially one even darker, quasi-psychoanalytical reason for this now infamous choice, but it’s probably best to steer clear of Freud. Nothing good usually comes out of it.

Of course, doing something like this would make anyone seem like a douchebag, but a guy famous for writing a treatise on how to best raise children?* Guy who repeatedly argued that the single purpose of a woman’s life is to be a mother? Now that’s a hypocrisy so deliciously juicy that one simply cannot resist sharing it with the world!

*interestingly enough, he insists in the Confessions that he wanted to reveal this information in his On Education (aka Emile), and that in one of the book's passages, he alluded to this episode in such a way that he ���basically confessed to it already’. I haven’t found that part yet, and I remain somewhat sceptical about whether this is truly the case.

8. SECOND INTERMEZZO: VOLTAIRE THE AVID HATE-READER

V on Julie, or the New Heloise: „silly, middle-class, dirty-minded and boring“

V on Profession of Faith of a Savoyard Vicar: „I read his On Education. These are reasonings of a stupid nurse in four volumes, of which forty pages directed against Christianity. They are among the most daring that have ever been written, [but] by virtue of inconsistency worthy of this head without a brain and this Diogenes* with no heart, he uttered as much abuse against the philosophers, as against Jesus Christ.“ (letter to Damilaville, 1762)

*calling JJ ‘Diogenes’ was definitely a trend in the 1700s, and what seems like V’s go-to insult for him. Calling him a ‘lackey of Diogenes’ does potentially get a bit kink-shame-y though...

9. A MOUNTAIN AND AN AVALENCHE

The last post featured an earthquake in Portugal, now get ready for a distinctly Swiss natural disaster!

To be perfectly fair to Voltaire, although he was certainly not a person who was above spreading gossip, he did have a good reason to publish what he knew about Rousseau and let all hell break loose, since...

in Rousseau’s Letters Written from the Mountain published in 1763, JJ had exposed Voltaire as the author of the infamous Sermon of the Fifty, an anti-christian work that had the potential to get its author into serious trouble. Voltaire could not and would not let this slide – especially when he had the perfect weapon on his hands. Payback time!

Voltaire therefore went on to publish a short anonymous pamphlet titled Sentiments des Citoyens (aka How Citizens Feel – since JJ proudly called himself ‘citizen of Geneva’ in his works and he championed sentiments over reason – see, it’s all very clever!) in which he exposed details from Rousseau’s personal life. This of course included the most shocking, most hypocritical, and most memorable detail of all: Rousseau, Mr. Family First, Mr. Let’s-raise-precious-children-in-a-way-that-won’t-corrupt-their-natural-godness had dumped all of his offspring into a Parisian orphanage! Not so virtuous now, is it?

Interestingly, Rousseau never put two and two together and realised Voltaire was the real author of the fateful pamphlet. It would be interesting to see how he would react had he known.

That said, much like d’Alembert’s article on Geneva a couple of years earlier, the Sentiments des Citoyens led JJ to pick up a pen once again to do what he did best: to defend the poorest and most oppressed souls against the cruel and unjust world. Which usually just happened to be himself.

And thus, as Roger Pearson, an author of one of Voltaire's many biographies concludes:

“we have Voltaire to thank for (…) being the catalyst of Rousseau’s Confessions” which he calls “one of the world’s great autobiographies”

(no, not like that @chaotic-history. Though now I cannot unsee it every time I read the quote)

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Tune in next time for the (mis)adventure in Britain which will feature:

another philosopher - David Hume - dragged into the mess

a fake letter from Frederick the Great (that was actually penned by the most messy gossip of a person in the 18th century)

a genuinely funny statue story with an appearance from d'Alembert