#also the everyone on the whole street is gonna know who you belong too

[aust-een]

EYE ROLLING IN SUCH A GOOD WAY OVER HERE

I’m having a really bad day today, gimmie some Benny smut I know you’ve got something in that brain of yours 🤍

LEAVE

Pairing: Benny Cross x reader

Summary: You try to leave Benny, but he has other plans.

Warning: smut, toxic relationship, Benny being a pathetic ass, reader has a child, Benny gets physically violent.

Note: Couldn’t deny Miss Cross herself y’know? 😏I know I’m not as good writing smut but I do my best for you. Hope you get better and this makes you feel better! 🫶💗

Also, this is heavily inspired by a combo @aust-een and I had about how Jeff held back a lot from what the real Benny could have been. I just know Benny wasn’t this quiet nonchalant thing. He was jealous, possessive and violent.

Your life was monotonous, you woke up, got ready, had breakfast, went to your job, put your with annoying customers, came back home, slept. Repeat. That was up until you met Benny.

Your life did a 180, in your routine and emotionally too. Benny was an interesting character, he was a mistery to a lot of people. And to you too, your friend warned you to not even look in his direction, he was always cruising for a bruising. Him and his bike were in for any sort of trouble. That’s what drew you to him.

Your last boyfriend was too plain, too vanilla. You often sought out a way to create any sort of tension. With Benny, that wasn’t necessary. He was the problem himself. With you having to bail him out of jail more times that you liked to admit it. A part of you knew this wasn’t healthy. Specially not for your son, he saw everything.

Benny lived in your house, so, obviously you were the head of the house, you worked and brought in the money. But Benny didn’t care, he flouted in and out the house as he pleased. Anxiety ruled over you, not knowing if he would come back or not. You could stay awake all night just waiting for him.

At some point, you knew it had to be over, it wasn’t healthy anymore and you spent days more stressed than happy. So you waited for him to come back. You had put your son to bed upstairs. Your leg bouncing as you drank a beer, you heard the front door open and you saw Benny come in, black boots stomping on the wooden floor.

“What are you doin’ awake still?” Benny spoke up as he saw you in the couch, his eyes a bit tired as well as his voice.

“Waitin’ for you.” You said, putting out the cigarette on the ashtray.

“You ain’t gotta do that.” Benny scoffed, he took his pack of Marlboro Reds out his pocket and lit up just one, he walked towards the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He looked around, no food. “No food tonight, I see. That’s how you care for your man?”

“It’s too late at night, only cooked for Robbie and I.” You said, you stared at him as he walked around. He just smirked in disbelief at what you said.

“What’s with the face?” He asked you as he came back to the living room, taking another hit from the cigarette.

“I want to talk to you about something.” You said, taking in a deep breath.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Benny rolled his eyes.

He had been off and weird lately, you had believed you were crazy but no, you started to accept that he was in fact different.

“I can’t live like this no more, Benny.” You confessed as you stood up, your hands on your hips. “This ain’t right. Not for me or my Robbie. I want you to leave.”

You said, it took everything in you to get the words out of you. Because you didn’t know how he would react.

Benny pressed his lips together as he took a deep drag from the cigarette, shaking his head. “That ain’t happening. I ain’t leavin’.”

Benny was hard headed and he did not follow nobody. If he was told to do something, he did the opposite, but you were tired. Of everything.

“It’s not a question, Benny. I can’t keep carrying on like this. It’s eating me alive.” You said, trying to appear firm as you stood up.

“You can’t keep carrying on like this?” He repeated your words, you could easily tell he was mocking you. “What else did you think this would be?”

You stared at Benny in disbelief, a part of you thought you could have changed him. Make him more responsible, more emotionally present, more anything, but no. He was still the same troublemaker you met. It hurt you to kick him out but there wasn’t any other choice.

“I just want you to leave. Get your things and leave.” You said, the words getting stuck in your throat.

“So you can bring in another man? Who you gonna bring next? Cal or that son of a bitch with the camera?” Benny accused you, he was very jealous and possessive. He didn’t like bringing you to meeting too much, specially not when Danny or Cal talked to you. There was a reason he didn’t let you meet up with Danny to do his interviews.

“What are you even talking about, Benny? This is about us. You and I!” You snapped, he always tried to blame others for everything, because in his own words ‘he never asked anyone for anything’.

“Don’t even yell at me. Watch it.” He said, his voice monotone.

“I’m tired of you leaving without saying anything. And expecting me to take you back. I can’t keep waitin’ on ya. I just can’t. So please, leave. Because I can’t handle you being a son of a bitch anymore.”

Oh, that set him on fire. You, calling him a son of a bitch. He didn’t like that. There was a silence in which he clenched his jaw, put out the cigarette into the decorative table by his side.

“Right?” Benny said calmly before he snapped. And he threw the decorative table to the floor, making the flower vase break down to little pieces.

You flinched, Benny had his violent outburst, you hadn’t quite gotten used to them yet. Throwing beer bottles or anything on his reach. His nonchalant demeanor was something that was only a façade to either give you the cold shoulder or appear more brave with the club.

As soon as he walked towards you, you backed off, only for Benny to grab you by the neck.

“Who do you think you are?” Benny growled, his voice always held that nonchalant tone to it. Which you hated. You never knew if he did this because he cared and wanted to stay or just for the fun of it. “I ain’t asking anything from you, so you can’t come here askin’ anything from me.”

Benny was so close to your face, his hand wasn’t really gripping your neck tightly but he was holding you hard enough to scare you.

“I ain’t gonna let you go around like one of them loose women. You’re mine. Mine. You get it?” Benny whispered in your ear.

But you wanted this to end. For your son.

“I ain’t doing this because I don’t love you. I do it for my son.”

“I really don’t give a shit about your son. Never did and never will, doll.” Benny scoffed. “I should listen to what you’ve told me, give you a baby so you can finally shut up. So that I’ll never be able to fully leave you.”

Benny placed his knee in between your legs, pressing it against your core. Making you shiver, most of the time, Benny having you by the neck turned you on immediately, and it was working right now.

“You don’t want me to leave, do you?” Benny purred in your ear. “No words now? Did the cat get your tongue?”

Benny leaned in and kissed your lips, the friction of his knee with your core sent shivers across your body. You wanted to rip off his clothes, and so he did. He ripped open your shirt, those cheap buttons didn’t stand a chance.

“How many times have I told you I hate these clothes? Mhm?” Benny whispered. It was a two piece set, the sleeveless button shirt and the matching shorts. It was a look that was in right now, you had wanted to fit in. Albeit, Benny didn’t enjoy it. “You want everyone to look, don’t ya? Everyone. There’s a reason why I got you that jacket.”

Benny pulled you to the couch, throwing you into it. The jacket was the one that had ‘Property of Benny’ in the back, made you wear it every time there was a meeting.

Benny got rid of his colors, his jacket and vest on the floor as well as his worn out white tshirt, he got on top of you. His lips finding their way to yours, you tasted the whisky on his lips, made you hum. You were enjoying how aggressive he got at times.

His hand traveled from your hair to your breast, squeezing it through your bra, you moaned on his lips, your back trying to arch but his body blocked you from doing so. Then his hand traveled all the way to inside your shorts, his touch feather-like as he caressed you over your underwear, your toes curled up at the feeling, you shivered once again.

“My doll is so desperate. I thought she wanted me to leave.” He kept rubbing you over your underwear. You let out breathy moans.

You wanted to deny it. But you couldn’t even speak properly. He wasn’t even doing anything extreme and you were already losing it.

He worked with his hands, he was so masculine. The smell of Marlboro Red filled your nostrils. It made you so— ugh. You couldn’t get enough of it, or him. Even if part of you hated it, there was something about him that you couldn’t reject.

“I’m gonna make sure— everyone in the fuckin’ street knows who you belong to. Alright?” Benny grunted as he undid his pants, he was as hard as he ever was when he’s with you.

And to be fair, your ex-in laws lived next door. You were in for a ride as soon as he pulled down your shorts and underwear. His boxers came down as well.

“Don’t be quiet.” Benny said, as he filled you up with his cock in one swift thrust.

“Motherfucker!” You moaned out loudly, loud enough to blush afterwards. You saw his smirk.

He liked how he got to you. How much you were willing to put up from him. His thrusts were anything but gentle, the sound of skin slapping, moaning and grunting filled the living room.

“You like it? Hmm?” Benny asked as he relentlessly fucked you in the couch, but this want his favorite position, not at all. He found it boring to say the least.

Your eyes were rolling back, your mouth open and filthy noises escaped your lips, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Move.” He said as he pulled out of you, you whimpered when you stopped feeling his cock. Damn, that’s how much you needed him.

Eventually he manhandled you, he threw you around until you were in all fours. He was behind you and without any sort of mercy, he pounded into you from behind, his cock filling you up, giving you pleasure like no other.

“Benny… p-please” You whined, it was too much, he was too much. All of him.

“What? I’m sorry, can’t hear you.” Benny said, as his hand reached to grab your throat, squeezing the air you had.

It was the adrenaline of having no air combined with the pleasure of it. It gave you too much ecstasy. You didn’t even remember the last time he fucked you like this.

“I’ll leave whenever I want.” Benny whispered in your ear as he kept choking you, you tried to grasp on whatever air was possible. But it was in vain, and after a while, he withdrew his hand from your throat and slowly made its way down to your clit.

That was your breaking point and you couldn’t hold back your moans anymore. Every moan that came out of you came from the deepest of your soul.

His hand worked wonders on your clit, making you feel overstimulated, waiting for that usual feeling for being close to the edge.

“Keep… g-going” you managed to mutter through the moans. As his cock kept filling you up, you knew no guy could ever compare to him.

Not even one. And you didn’t even dare to think of it. Afraid that he could read your mind and get mad.

“We’re gonna have a baby. So you won’t ever kick me out again. So that your brat of a son— knows his place.” Benny kept going even faster and harder, it seemed like he was on the edge. “And so that photographer son of a bitch knows that you’re taken.”

“Benny!” You yelled as Benny hit that sweet spot of yours, pleasure erupted as you finished, your muscles relaxing immediately.

He kept fucking you, for at least a minute more before you heard his voice falter, his breath ragged. “Oh, f-fuck…”

Benny filled you up, made sure to not waste a single drop of his cum. After all, he wanted you heavy with his baby in a few months. He couldn’t wait to see your son’s face. That little brat. Knowing his mommy wouldn’t get rid of him.

“So good for me…” Benny leaned over you, whispering in your ear. “If you tell me to do anything ever again, I’ll do the opposite. Okay?”

[icequeenliafics]

Silco x Vander Part3

(Part 1 and 2 at the bottom)

“Told you”, he said, turning to face Vander. “Got the suitors lining up.”

A chuckle escaped Vander’s throat. “You call that a suitor?”

“A pathetic one, but he was interested, wasn’t he?” Silco shrugged. “Also, he most likely was the only person here drunk enough to miss the hunk of a man next to me.”

Vander smiled at that, moving closer towards Silco and wrapping one of his arms around his slim waist. “I’ll just have to keep you closer to me then”, he said, pressing a gentle kiss to Silco’s temple. “Make sure everyone knows you belong to me.”

Silco looked up at him, his head half resting against Vander’s massive shoulder. “Possessive much?”

But he didn’t make an attempt to free himself from Vander’s hold, he even relaxed further against him, one of his hands sliding on top of the one Vander had placed on the smaller man’s hip.

Vander should’ve felt embarrassed by the question, but he wasn’t. The truth was he’d always been possessive of Silco. Always keeping him close.

When Vander had to work a shift at the bar and Silco happened to be there too, he made sure the man would stay by the counter the whole evening, supplying him with drinks on the house and scaring off the guys that dared to even look at Silco the wrong way.

It was the same in the mines or on the streets or wherever; Vander always kept close to Silco, like a dog to its master.

So, instead of growing flustered at the question, Vander leaned down to Silco’s ear. “I’m just protecting what’s mine.”

And oh, was he pleased to feel the soft tremor that ran through Silco at those words. He felt slender fingers wandering up his left cheek, all the way into his hair. Silco tugged him closer, tipping back his own neck, so their lips were almost touching.

Vander found the man’s eyes heavily lidded and jumping between his eyes and lips. The light blue of Silco’s eyes seemed a whole shape darker now, pupils blown and his long lashes tickling Vander’s skin.

“You know”, Silco whispered, their breath mingling hot and moist between them. “I’ve never been good at sharing either.”

God, Vander was done for. He was convinced he could taste Silco on his tongue without their lips even touching. He pulled him closer, his arm easily encircling the other’s slim body. The tips of their noses touching now, there were only millimeters separating their lips.

Vander felt hot all over, like he was burning from the inside, head spinning and ears ringing as he leaned down to close the tiny gap between them.

“There you are!”, Felicia called, efficiently ruining the moment. “Lost you in the crowd, haha, I’m way too drunk, luckily Vika found me and- oh my god were you two about to kiss?!”

Vander felt Silco’s annoyed groan against his lips, before he turned to face their friend.

“What did it look like?”, he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

He settled back against Vander, half of his back resting against Vander’s front. His arm was still around Silco’s waist.

“Finally!” Felicia cheered, bouncing on the spot. “Fucking finally! Hold me Vika, I’m gonna faint.”

Only now did Vander take a closer look at the woman accompanying her, and realized she looked familiar. She was tall with brown skin and black hair. Also, she was built like a tree trunk.

“I got you, birdy”, she said with a low chuckle, catching Felicia in her arms when she swayed backwards.

Vander knew he’d seen her before, but then again, he saw a lot of people during his shifts in the bar.

“I see you have made a new friend”, Silco said, and Vander could hear the smirk in his voice. “Sevika, was it?”

The woman gave a short nod of her head, before averting her eyes. She seemed almost embarrassed.

“Oh, you know each other?”, Felicia asked, eyes jumping between the two. “How?”

Silco’s chuckle sounded teasing. “Funny story”, he said, and the woman silently shook her head at him.

And finally it clicked.

Silco’s voice still sounded teasing. “But I’ll tell you another ti- “

“You’re the woman who hit on him because you mistook him for a girl!”, Vander blurted, eager to share his epiphany.

And again, the alcohol took all his social reading skills.

Sevika stared at him with big eyes, and he was sure to spot a light blush on her cheeks.

“AHAHAHAHAHAH!” Felicia threw back her head, laughing.

Sevika’s face turned a shade darker.

“Tactful”, Silco chuckled, flicking Vander against the arm.

“Sorry”, Vander said, scratching at the back of his neck.

Sevika glared at both of them, her arm still around Felicia.

“Don’t worry, Vika”, Felicia giggled, placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “You’re not the first to make the mistake. When we were kids, the saleswoman at the local bakery once addressed him as ‘little miss’.” Another fit of laughter. “He cut his hair after that, because he felt offended.”

The story actually brought a smile to Sevika’s mouth.

“Thanks”, Silco said dryly. “Any more embarrassing stories you two want to share?”

Vander pressed an apologetic kiss to his temple.

"Oh, I have tons of stories", Felicia said with a bright smile on her face. "But they're not important now." She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Who was the guy that ran away crying just now?"

Vander tightened his hold around Silco, placing his hand over his stomach, pretty much trapping him against his chest.

"An insect", Vander growled.

Silco chuckled softly, placing his own hand on top of Vander's.

"Drunk perv", he clarified. "Wanted to get in my pants."

Felicia frowned.

"Did you grab him by the nuts?", she asked.

"Yup."

"Press and twist?"

"You betcha."

A satisfied smile bloomed on her face, and she nodded her head in approvement. "I see, I have taught you well."

"You sure did", Silco said with a smile.

Felicia continued to blabber on, her tongue faster than the speed of light, but Vander didn't really listen anymore.

Silco's finger was absentmindedly tracing along his knuckles, the featherlight touch causing a tingling sensation to spread through Vander's entire body. He felt warm all over, like wrapped into a blanket. He was still slightly light headed from the beer, leaving him comfortably dizzy.

He felt good. He felt really good.

Vander moved so Silco's back was fully aligned with his chest. He rested his chin on Silco's head, wrapping both his arms around the man's middle. Silco simply readjusted his hold on Vander, lost in his conversation with Felicia.

This was nice, Vander thought, his eyes lidded and his vision swimming. He could keep standing here with Silco in his arms, listening to the sound of his friends' voices. He could keep standing here the whole night without complaining.

Silco and Felicia loved to share gossip. Vander had learned to block them out, their voices simply calming background noise.

He actually drifted off for a bit.

Until Silco shifted his weight slightly, stirring Vander from his doze. He kept his eyes closed, but listened back into the conversation.

"Did Connol and you fight again?", Silco asked, and Vander couldn't help the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Or is Sevika your number three?"

"Hell, no", Sevika muttered

"Oh yes, we fought", Felicia chirped. "Now each of us get's to fuck around, and the make up sex after will be fantastic."

"Sounds like a happy marriage to me", Silco concluded, chuckling.

Felicia shrugged. “Keeps the fire burning.”

Silco looked over at Sevika. “And you’re fine with this?”

Vander peeked open one eye to catch the woman's frown. “Why wouldn't I?”

“Just took you for the more loyal kind”, Silco answered with a shrug.

“I’m not betraying anyone here”, Sevika argued.

“True!” Felicia blurted before Silco could say anything else. “I’m the one betraying my fiancé, with his consent. Now stop scaring off my hookup, Silco.”

Then a mischievous grin spread on her lips. “Enough about my love life. What about you two lovebirds?” She winked. “Fleeing the party to make out in the nest?”

Vander chuckled, fully opening his eyes now.

“Nice allegory”, Silco praised, voice laced with sarcasm. “The alcohol really brings out your sophisticated side, Licia.”

“Bah.” Felicia stuck out her tongue.

And because he was still drunk, Silco returned the gesture.

Vander laughed at his friends’ childish behavior. Warmth filled his chest as he was suddenly overwhelmed by his love for both of them.

It was probably the booze making him sentimental, but in this moment he felt infinitely grateful to have them in his life.

He pressed a kiss to the crown of Silcos head, hugging him closer against him. Vander had never been afraid to show affection, but this level of smoochiness was unusual even for him.

Silco seemed to notice that.

Vander felt him shift in his hold, a gentle hand cupping his cheek. Silco stretched his neck, so he could press a soft kiss to Vanders jawline.

“Are you okay?”, he asked, craning  his neck further to look up at him.

The expression on Silcos face was soft, his fingers caressing Vander’s cheek were soft. Vander practically melted into him, resting his forehead against Silco’s and smiling at him happily.

“Very okay”, he said, pressing a kiss to the tip of Silco’s nose.

Silco chuckled, nuzzling against him.

Vander could feel his own body vibrate with affection, the feeling soft and gentle, sweeter than simple want. Silco didn’t even need to kiss him to make him feel this way.

It was enough to hear his voice, feel his laughter as he held him close. Maybe it didn’t even need that. Vander just had to be near him, and his world pretty much zeroed in on Silco.

Literally.

He only remembered they weren't alone when he heard Felicia's happy, little squeal.

“Aren't they cute, Vika?”, she asked the woman next to her. “Pinch me, I still can't believe they finally made it.”

Vander and Silco both looked back at the pair. Their friend was bouncing on the spot, her fingers clutching Sevika’s shoulder, shaking it in excitement.

“What do you think”, Silco smiled, back to chest with Vander again. “Is this more of a milestone for us or for her?”

Vander huffed out a laugh, shaking his head gently. “Hard to tell.”

Felicia bounced some more, her eyes jumping between the two of them. Until she couldn't keep in anymore.

“Oh, just gimme a hug!”, she called, and the smile on her face was pure happiness.

Both hands reaching out for them, she took two steps towards them and Vander opened his arms to welcome her.

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Part1 , Part 2

@arcain13 Saw you commenting on part 2. Here ya go!

I update parts as I write them. That's why they end in the middle of a szene. The whole thing will be on ao3 as soon as it's finished.

[floras-imagination]

guitar hands 🎸✌️ PART 2 - matty healy x reader

Part 1

summary: matty gets jealous... word count: 3k warnings: 18+ smut, fingering authors note: still obsessed with his hands lol, I may even write another part hihi hope you like it xx

Since the day Matty found out about your feelings for him, you've been spending every single night at his place. Despite being best friends for so many years, you both decided to take things slow. It was your idea to keep the relationship private for a little while—not just in public or on social media, but also to wait a few weeks before letting your friends know, just to see if things work out well. Though Matty agreed, he still struggled to keep his hands off of you in public. He wanted everyone to know that you're his and his alone.

After a few weeks, the whole hiding game became more and more unbearable for Matty. He was sick of only kissing you at home and not being able to hold your hand outside on the streets. However, what he didn't notice was that you quickly found a way to take advantage from his suffering. You loved it when he gave you the 'bad girl treatment', showing you that you're all his and belong to no other than him, so you always tried your best to tease him in public, making him suffer by wearing tight, short dresses or skirts, withdrawing his touch to be the baddest girl you could be.

It was your mom's 60th birthday today, so she was throwing a huge garden party, inviting all of her friends, colleagues and loads of people you've never seen before.

"Can you please come with me to the party, babe?" you asked Matty while he was pouring some freshly brewed coffee into your cup. "It's gonna be so boring, sitting around with all those people I don't even know."

"Course I'll come with you!" he answered, setting the coffee pot back on the table. "I think your mom wouldn't mind, would she?"

"No, definitely not!" you chuckled. "She loves you."

"Hmm, I know. Who doesn't?" he grinned, placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

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afternoon

You were still standing in front of the bathroom mirror, putting your makeup on, as Matty appeared behind you, already dressed up for the party in his irresistible business dad attire, setting your pulse racing with every glance.

"Ready, baby?" he asked, casually leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed as he watched you applying the second layer of your mascara.

"Yep, almost done."

His eyes swept over your figure, lingering on the contours of your dress. It was a mini dress, dark blue, covered with lace and boasting a plunging neckline. He raised an eyebrow as he asked "Uhm... are you sure you want to wear that?"

"Why?" you feigned innocence, though you knew he was concerned about the shortness of your dress. Of course, you chose a cheeky dress again, considering today's party as a great opportunity to stir a bit of jealousy in your boyfriend. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you gave him an innocent look. "Don't you like it?"

He took a few steps forward, enveloping you in a hug from behind, his eyes fixed on your reflection in the mirror. His warm breath against your cheek weakened your knees, igniting a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. "No... I love it," he said with a smile. "But don't you think it's a bit too... revealing?"

"Oh," you continued to play innocent. "You think it's too short?"

"Hmm..," Matty hummed, softly kissing your neck. "Don't want the others gawking at you when I can't even show them you're mine."

His words brought a smile to your face. Though it wasn't easy for you to tease him when he showered you with so much cuteness and affection, it always seemed to pay off in the end.

"But you know that I'm only yours, Matty," you replied, turning around to kiss him while still wrapped in his loving embrace. "And I know it, too."

He loosened his hold on your waist to cup your face with his hands, gazing deep into your eyes." But I want everyone to know."

"I know, babe," you said, taking his hands in yours and placing a soft kiss on the back of his fingers. "We'll tell them soon, okay?"

Not entirely satisfied with your response, he tilted his head to the side and sighed. "Okay..."

"Come on, let's go. We're already late."

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When you arrived at your mom's party, about 30 minutes too late, the house was already filled with plenty of people. You soon spotted your mom in the crowd outside in the garden.

"Hello, darling!" she greeted you with a hug. "You didn't tell me you would bring Matty."

"Hello, Mrs, y/l/n", he said as he handed her a giant bouquet of flowers. "Happy Birthday!"

"Oh thank you so much, Matty!" she said, smiling happily as she pulled him into a hug. "It's wonderful to see you. Haven't seen you in a while, huh?" Her eyes darted down to his outfit, analyzing it momentarily. "Damn, you're looking good!"

"Aw, thanks!", he beamed. "But you're looking awesome, too!"

"But... you look different, somehow." she said.

"Different? What do you mean?", Matty asked, looking down on himself.

"You mean like a..." you paused and grinned at Matty "Dad?"

"Yes... Now that you say it", your mom answered.

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing, covering up your mouth with the back of your hand as your mom gave you a slightly confused look.

"Did I miss anything, Matty?" she asked him

Matty chuckled "Nah, I'm just... getting older, you know? Can't dress like a teenager anymore"

Resisting the urge to kiss his adorable face was a constant struggle for you. Phantasies about his loving touches and tender kisses filled your thoughts, consuming you completely as he stood there with the cutest smile on his face.

To distract yourself from your own mind, you decided to take part in their conversation, "He's trying to look like a dilf, mom. It's his new aesthetic, you know?"

You cheekily grinned up at him, trying to resist the temptation to glance down at his hands. The watch he wore accentuated his irresistible guitar hands, which your body craved desperately at any given moment of the day. Though you tried your best to resist the urge to look at his hands, you couldn't shake the flood of weakness that overtook your mind. Eventually, you gave in to the desire to glance down at his hands. As your eyes drifted back up to his face, he gave you a playful wink, signaling that he had noticed your gaze. He enjoyed the fact that you were daydreaming about his fingers inside you, and catching you staring at them only intensified his longing for you immeasurably.

"Like a dilf? What is that?", your mom interrupted your daydream, causing you and Matty to burst into laughter.

"Nevermind" you both exclaimed in unison, still chortling.

After the three of you enjoyed a pleasant chat for a few more minutes, your mom began steering the conversation in a direction that didn't sit well with you.

"But what about you, Matty?" she asked. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Uhm..." He gave you a quick glimpse and even though he wanted to tell her the truth, he didn't want to say anything you weren't yet ready for, so he continued "No. Haven't found the right one yet, I suppose."

To avoid any more awkward questions, you tried bringing the conversation to an end. "Matty, could you get us some drinks, please?"

"Sure, love," he smiled. "I'll be right back."

Matty was already out of sight, fortunately, as your mom continued "I know you said you wanted to take a break from dating, but..."

"Mom, stop...", you sighed, already aware of her intentions.

"No, listen," she turned around, gesturing towards a man, a few feet away. "This is Tom, my colleague. Handsome, isn't he?"

"Nope, I don't think so."

"Tom!", she called out. "Could you join us for a second?"

"No, mom... please". You nervously fiddled on your phone case, already dreading Matty's inevitable reaction and though it was actually your plan to stir a bit of jealousy, a sinking feeling in your gut warned you that things might escalate beyond your intentions.

"Hi!" Tom greeted you, as he stepped closer.

"Have fun", she wispered into your ear excitedly, leaving you standing there alone in front of her younger colleague.

"Hi, Tom...", you didn't want to be rude, so you forced yourself to form a nice smile whilst still being afraid of Matty's return.

"Nice to meet you", he greeted warmly, his smile reaching his eyes. "I've already heard so much about you."

"Really? Well, that's interesting... I guess," you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, as anxiousness ran through your blood, making you feel more and more uncomfortable. "Uhm.. I don't know what my mother told you, but I'm actually waiting for my..."

"Boyfriend," Matty cut you off, suddenly appearing next to you, holding a drink in each of his hand. His grip firm around the cups, "She was waiting for her boyfriend."

"Matty, I'm sorry...," you whispered as you gently placed your hand on his chest, somehow hoping this would be enough to calm him.

"Could you hold that for a sec, mate?" Matty snapped at Tom, thrusting the two drinks into his hands.

You could see Matty's jaw clenching as he moved, his hand reaching out for your wrist, grabbing it tightly, and dragging you away from Tom. He didn't even care that his rapid pace, too fast for you to follow, nearly caused you to stumble over your heels as he led you back inside the house. After flinging open the bathroom door, he shoved you inside before quickly closing it again with his foot. Roughly bending you over the sink, he seized your hair and yanked your head back, compelling you to confront your reflection in the mirror.

"I'm fuckin' sick of your stupid little game!", he hissed as his eyes lit up with a mixture of frustration and desire. He knew you were playing with him and deep down, despite the fact that it was driving him insane, he enjoyed it. He knew that your only intention behind all this was to receive a rough finger fuck from him, and that you liked being treated like a bad girl, even though you never actually told him. It wasn't even necessary anymore at this point - your actions showed him everything he needed to know.

"Matty, I.."

"Shut up!", he spat, pulling your hair even tighter. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"I didn't do anything"

"Stop lying!"

"Matty, please..." you pleaded. "It was my mom's idea."

"Oh... yeah, of course...", another rough pull on your hair caused you to moan in pain. "Stupid excuses!"

"Believe me."

"You're doing it all the time", he said, looking at your reflection in the mirror. "Trying to make me jealous. Why do you keep doing it, huh?"

"Babe...I...", hearing you stutter again made him even more furious.

"And don't you dare lie to me again! I know what you're up to"

"Then why are you asking me, if you already know it?"

"I wanna hear you say it."

You gulped, trying to adjust your head in a position that hurt less under his tight grip.

"You don't have to be ashamed of saying it out loud, baby." He placed a soft peck on your cheek before whispering in your ear "We both know you're not as innocent as you always pretend to be"

"I don't know what you mean," you answered, maintaining your innocent facade to tease him just a little bit more over the edge.

"Bet you do, but let's see if I can help you out with that, yeah?" He released your hair and slid his hand down your neck until his fingers reached your collarbone. Your breathing became heavier as he let his fingers glide along its curve. "Tell me what's on your mind, babe"

"Please, Matty..." you begged, your voice already shaking. His warm breath, his touch and the sight of his fingers gliding over your chest caused goosebumps all over your body. You were craving him so much, your stomach felt sick and your thighs started shaking. You knew you needed him. Now.

As he noticed your trembling legs, his lips grew into a proud, mischievous smile "Needy slut," His fingers trailed down gradually to the hem of your dress. With a sudden, harsh movement he pulled the fabric up above your hips "But you know whose slut you are, don't you baby?" His face was resting on your head, breathing in the fresh smell of your now tousled hair while his hand was tenderly massaging your inner thigh.

"You're already dripping" he said softly. "But if you want my fingers, you should be a good girl and answer my questions, okay?" and with that he gave your thigh a firm squeeze, causing a loud moan from you. The house was full of people, who could hear you, but Matty didn't care at all. In fact, he actually wanted everyone to hear you scream his name, so he could finally show the whole world who you belonged to.

"Hmm," you could only hum a small response.

"Words..."

"Matty, please..."

"Answer my question," he demanded, still massaging your thigh.

"Which question?" you asked impatiently, as you sought for his hand to guide it further towards your core, but he stopped you before you even reached his hand.

"Don't even try, darling! Tell me whose slut you are."

"Yours, babe" you muttered. "Only yours"

"That's right, you're mine. And you know that, yeah?"

"Yes..."

"Then why did you flirt with that other bloke outside, hm?" he hissed.

"I didn't"

"I told you only good girls deserve my fingers, remember?"

"But..."

"No baby. You've been a bad girl today." he stopped massaging your leg "Such a bad, bad girl" and with those words he ripped down your panty, his calloused fingers sliding between your wet folds before he pushed two of them inside you, causing you to moan loudly at the relief you were craving so desperately. "You like that, hm?"

You rolled back your eyes as your vision turned black, flickering stars appearing in the darkness of your sinful desire. After a single deep thrust he pulled his fingers out, taking a step back from you.

You instantly turned around to face him. "No, Matty please...I need your fingers, please. I'll be good. I promise", you begged.

"Pull your dress down and fix your hair," he said with a cold undertone, his eyes turning dark and suddenly cooling the heated atmosphere.

You gulped at his sudden mood switch, already missing his loving touch on your skin and inside you. A flush of sadness overcame your shivering body as you couldn't discern whether this was part of the game or if he was genuinely mad at you.

He fixed the collar of his shirt, fumbling at the buttons as your hands frantically sought for his, but he rejected your touch. "Matty, I'm sorry."

He placed his hands on your hips, gently adjusting the fabric of your dress as he pushed it down. You closed your eyes, feeling his lips brush against your ear as he drew nearer. "You wanted the bad girl treatment?", he whispered in your ear, his voice still cold and distant. "Now you'll have to deal with it, darling."

You breathed out a disappointed sigh, resting your head against his chest. He stroked his hand softly through your hair, as he mumbled against the top of your head "and now you fix your hair, we go outside and you're gonna be my good girl, okay?"

"Okay", you nodded needily. "What do you want me to do?"

"Tell your mom about us"

"That's all?" your cheeky smile was back as you looked up at him, batting your eye lashes. "That's what it takes to earn Matty Healy's fingers?"

"Hmm... not exactly," he said, now hugging you tightly. "I'm gonna hold your hand, kiss you and touch you in front of everyone and there's nothing you can do about it. I want them to see that you're mine. And that no one else can have you."

"I've been wanting that too, Matty. Since we got together. You make me so happy," you explained, reaching for his hands again. Instead of pulling away, he intertwined his fingers with yours, pressing soft kisses along your knuckles. "But maybe I'll have to admit that I enjoyed seeing you jealous and possessive," you added, giving him a shy, apologetical smile. "And I loved the way you fucked me afterwards, when we were alone."

He grinned at your words "I know. But you could've just told me"

"Yes, I'm sorry." The touch of his graceful hands filled you with anticipation as you couldn't wait for the reward you would receive later. "But do I really have to wait until later?"

"Yes," he said firmly. "You need to prove me you're a good girl first."

You sighed at his words.

"And don't you dare try to make me jealous on purpose ever again," he added, raising his finger as he pulled away. "I swear if you do that..."

"Then what?", you smirked playfully.

"You better pray you'll never find out"

For a beat, you locked gazes, wide smiles spreading across your faces, both of you excited for the next chapter in your relationship. You were ready to step into the light, to proudly show the whole world who you belonged to.

"I love you", he whispered before landing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, too"

[muninnhuginn]

Mun!!! :0 I wanted to ask if you watched the new Link Click op and if so, what are your thoughts on it? And also for season 3 in general if you have any expectations for it

Hi! I've seen it, yes. Managed to watch before work, but not had the chance to properly sit down and digest it all before now. Going to put my thoughts on it all below.

Some things to keep in mind: I've watched the opening and I've skimmed the Tumblr tag a few times since then, but I've not gone deep dive or anything. So if I say something that's been said loads already that's probably because I've not seen everyone else saying it yet. The other thing is that I may comment on the lyrics of the song, but not in relation to potential foreshadowing, given bai sha jaws have been pretty clear they're not really privy to any more info than we are as the audience.

With that out of the way, let's go.

We start with the focus on the camera, which transitions to the basketball court. The use of the feather to carry the transition is one of those "which could mean nothing" details, because the use of feathers is pretty prominent in some of the official art pieces.

Next, Cheng Xiaoshi takes Lu Guang's hand and pulls his past self onto the court. The implications of this are pretty obvious (the 'current' Lu Guang is left unsaturated as his past and Cheng Xiaoshi are held in soft light; Lu Guang doesn't feel like he belongs in this treasured past), but I like the extra little aspect of the basketball pitch being the setting because it means the fencing acts as prison framing. And the prison framing is perfect for the line "trapped in a rewind".

Lonely road, long shadow, it's the heat of the summer and he's small against the backdrop of the street. Stick a pin in this one because we'll return to it later.

And over to fake London and its red doubledeckers. Xia Fei looking out when something (someone?) catches his attention. We're then shown Lu Guang in front of one of Xia Fei's posters, but my instinct is that what Xia Fei is looking at/for is unrelated. Anyway, Lu Guang still desaturated, still not fitting in.

Heh. No comment. (Although, tangent time! I've not been able to pause fast enough to catch the 'afternoon tea' sign but I feel the need to point out something after skimming past some posts that have mentioned it. 'Afternoon tea' isn't a drink. It's more a meal? An event? Say, sometime between lunchtime and dinnertime (I won't confuse things further by referring to the latter as teatime here) it'd be a get together where people would have scones and hot drinks and cake, etc. It's honestly low-key posh so it's far from a daily thing for most people, but it's the sort of thing you'd do for an extended family get together.)

Onto Liu Xiao reading some more Shakespeare. My Shakespeare knowledge is limited to Othello and Romeo and Juliet so... I'll leave this one to other people.

More Lu Guang being out of place.

Someone having tea (the drink) followed by a cipher I'm pretty sure people have already cracked:

Then onto this character:

Not gonna speculate too heavily at this point, but I know people are guessing she's either related to Xia Fei or *is* Xia Fei, given the shared eye and hair colour. I lean towards the former being more likely given the whole thing on the bus where Xia Fei's attention was seemingly caught by something/someone outside. Also, flower in the forefront, not 100% sure here but looks a bit like a yellow daffodil. Possibly a bit out of season for them if this is summer, but we don't care about that. We care about the meaning of a daffodil which is rebirth/new beginnings/all that jazz.

And back again to Lu Guang, who immediately reminds me of something I thought was cool earlier but forgot to mention. Lu Guang is entirely desaturated in this opening, yes, aside from the use of red. Is it original? No. Is it effective? Yes.

Puddle of blood and we meet again, dear white feather:

(The puddle of blood is actually completely still until the feather hits it, at which point *everything* in the scene lifts up).

And we're into full colour (light pouring in from the window) as we see photos (memories) fly around:

And these scenes focus on both Qiao Ling and Cheng Xiaoshi. First, them interacting with each other, then with the unseen narrator (presumably Lu Guang). They both brighten his world.

Lyrics of "there will be a fire when it all unfolds". Liking the 'unfolds' maybe callback there to op 1 Vortex and also the snow/ash/fire thing reminds me... so, like I said, not gonna use the lyrics themselves as foreshadowing, but the backdrop in the next section is fair game and there's a pretty clear fire there. I know it doesn't *have* to be a literal fire, but it was pretty striking so I think it's more likely than not there'll be some fire in Yingdu itself?

Flash through Lu Guang against different backgrounds. Won't spam them all, but we start with the photo studio transition through various Yingdu related backdrops then the clock backdrop (which ofc takes my mind straight back to Madoka) and back to the studio (this time ft. gun in gloved hand (possibly same gloved hand as the teacup earlier - possibly possibly vein, idc to speculate too hard on that point) and finally! We're back to the start of the opening and the basketball court. The whole scene is now washed out and Lu Guang matches it as he wipes his tears, before Cheng Xiaoshi grabs his arm and the colour floods back in.

(Also tangent again but "we fought the tides" as another lyrical callback to the season two ending, nice nice)

And speaking of returning to earlier in the opening, here's the road again:

All three of them running forwards as we pan up to the light in the sky.

And those are my thoughts. There's a lot I skimmed over either because it doesn't much interest me or because I'm pretty sure others'll have written essays already but yeah. Solid opening. Time to jettison my hopes before they get too high.

In terms of the second question, I've not been counting Yingdu as season three in my head, but I'm still genuinely unsure whether it "officially" counts or not. That said, my thoughts on a season three after Yingdu are so murky that I'm going to treat your question as though Yingdu is season three because then I can actually provide some kind of answer.

Basically, I've been thinking of Yingdu as something adjacent to Madoka episode eight ten - there to provide extra context but technically extraneous to the overall series. This is partly because of the different production layout behind the scenes, with a different studio and directing setup than the 'main' series. I'm basically expecting this arc to help raise the emotional stakes on Lu Guang's side of the situation without actually providing a resolution to the overarching plot.

[yandere-veronica]

Rating Veronica and JD portrayals based on how close they are to my kin memories

Off broadway 2014 (not the original JD because I CAN'T FUCKING FIND HIM)

Best veronica I've ever seen. Anxious babygoth who actually feels like she wants to kill people. This one is Actually Me. 10/10.

just a bad JD though. Like. He's not inhabiting the character, he's just cold reading lines. He doesn't look like he belongs in that jacket. He feels like a guy they pulled off the street. Who are you and what have you done with JD. 1/10.

Is it a Heathers? I don't know I couldn't keep watching it with JD that bad

West End Heathers (I think??)

Veronica is okay. Very mid. She gets the job done. She's not bad. She just doesn't have that je ne sais quoi. She's a Veronica. But she's not me. 6/10.

JD is pretty good, he really feels like he's making good acting choices and really inhabiting the character. He's acting with his whole body, he has good stage presence, he wears the jacket rather than being some guy in a jacket he doesn't deserve. Towards the end I feel like he gets too shouty angry when actually there should be elements of shouty angry, but it shouldn't be like that all the time. His anger should really be a mix of yandere crazy and cold and determined. 8/10.

Is it a Heathers? Yes, this is a Heathers. It's not my Heathers, but if you want a decent vehicle to deposit the story in your brain, this will get you through.

Heathers: the Musical (2022)

Veronica is just. bad. I hate so many of the acting choices made here. Watchable, but she's not me at all. This post I made explains it. She's a good actress, but they gave her the wrong character. 3/10.

JD is excellent! He's not perfect, but he has a good commanding presence and feels like he's Actually JD, he actually cares about Veronica, he actually feels things, he actually wears the jacket. I don't like some of the line reads--like why the fuck does he yell "OW!!!" in dead girl walking like she broke his dick? But overall the best JD I've found aside from my irl JD! 9/10.

Is it a Heathers? I mean. You don't really feel what the Veronica/JD relationship should be, so it's.... gonna be controversial here..... kind of not a Heathers. You should walk away from a Heathers thinking "wow veronica and JD are fucked up but they sure were obsessive about each other," not "wow JD is fucked up and he roped that poor girl into it, why did she like him tho??" Everyone is in a Heathers except Veronica. Best Kurt and Ram ever though, they stole the god damn show. Watch it just for them.

1989 film

Veronica is just not right. The problem isn't with the acting, it's just that the character isn't correct. She's not a yandere. She doesn't care, she just seems roped into it and really wants out. The musical made her way better. She's cute though! 2/10.

JD is pretty good! Creepy guy who really feels like a diabolical gaslighter. He doesn't really seem to care about Veronica in particular but that's also not an acting problem but just that the plot isn't right. 7/10.

Is it a Heathers? No.

Ryan McCarten's JD

Seems promising! I introjected off of the original cast recordings but I CAN'T FUCKING FIND A BOOTLEG OF THE MUSICAL WITH HIM so it's really hard to say if he has the proper stage presence. He could be really good but from the little bits I've seen he doesn't feel quite right. Tentatively 8/10.

That JD from a Heathers that my JD's brother's acting school put on

The perfect JD, I am told. I was not there. Sobs. ?/10. Anyone have a bootleg?

@cybergothvox

10/10. No notes.

[sheikitoff]

ocarina of time as fearless

If you're not deeply versed in Swiftian Lore, you probably think this was her first album, and understandably so. It's the album that Love Story and You Belong With Me are on, the album she first one the aoty grammy for, the album that gave rise to That VMA Incident- in other words, although it's her sophmore album, it's the one that broke out of the country music charts and into the Pop Sphere. Even if you've never listened to the album, you know it, at least to some degree. (Sound familiar?)

Yes, I've been trying to avoid making these analyses about the meta status of these works in pop culture, and instead about the contents and themes of the works themselves, but it's hard to talk about Ocarina without acknowledging its colossal footprint on games as a medium. While Fearless wasn't quite as pioneering as, say, inventing lock-on targeting, it did have a massive impact on the music industry, not only from a commercial perspective (revitalizing the country music market from its death throes), but from an important artistic perspective: she was a teenage girl who wrote her own songs, and in the last few years we've been seeing how significant an impact that had in the number of young female songwriters who cite Swift and this album as what made them realize they, too, could pick up a guitar and write their own stories.

(Also, this album includes the lyric "I don't know how it gets better than this", which is exactly what everyone said when Ocarina first came out xD )

Okay, onto the real analysis!

Fearless is an album about growing up, and reconciling the idealized vision of adulthood (or late adolescence) you've dreamed of all your life - the pastiche made up of images from teen movies and tv and magazines - with the uncomfortable and often disappointing reality you find upon your arrival. it's about making a beeline for adulthood and then looking back and wishing you could tell your younger self to stop and breathe (literally - there's a lyric on the album that goes "count to ten, take it in / this is life before you know who you're gonna be"). OOT is also, obviously and devastatingly, about growing up, and specifically about wanting to grow up and then getting there and realizing it's nothing like you thought it would be, and it cost you something you can never get back.

Fearless starts out with the title track, an ode to the excitement at the beginning of a first relationship, the siren call of young love; the whole world is wide open before you, and even the most mundane of things ("there's something 'bout the way / the street looks when it's just rained / there's a glow off the pavement) can seem magical. you want to bask in the moment and to hightail it to happily ever after all at once. taylor describes this feeling as "fearless", and one of the examples she gives of this fearlessness is "with you i'd dance / in a storm, in my best dress / fearless". it's kind of a perfect encapsulation of the exact brand of fearlessness that comes with youth: you can be that fearless in large part because you don't yet know what there is to fear out there. there are much scarier things in adult life and relationships than ruining your clothes in a storm, and there are much scarier things in hyrule than the stalchildren in hyrule field at night; and by the end of their respective album and game, both taylor and link will have learned that, however much they might wish they could go back to a time they'd not yet had to learn those lessons.

one of the oft-discussed kind of metanarrative features of OOT is that kids spend the opening section desperate to reach Adult Link. You'll hear people (mostly younger people, and people who haven't played since they were much younger) talk about the jump to Adult Link as "where the game really starts", or something along those lines. It's kind of trite to even point out how well this maps onto being a kid who can't wait to grow up, who sees adulthood as "when life really starts", and how central the difference between a child and adult's perspective on childhood is to the game and its themes. everyone somersaults and sidesteps across hyrule field as they try to book it to hyrule castle, and yeah, part of that is because hyrule field is so damn big and empty, but it makes for a nice little microcosm of what OOT is saying about growing up, as you hightail towards a destination you might not like once you get there.

even amidst the lows of growing up, there are always highs, too; both fearless and OOT let you bask in moments of triumph. there's a reason "love story" and "you belong with me" are still hailed among the best of pop music (fittingly enough, the former sees Taylor "sneak out to the garden to see you", just like Link sneaks into the castle garden to meet with Zelda; yes, I've been giggling about that since it occured to me.) but you can't freeze time in one, perfect moment, and even the cutesiest love songs start to develop a bit of a sad undertone: "hey stephen, why are people always leaving? / i think you and i should stay the same." while link's big "coming of age" moment obviously happens when he blinks and finds himself seven years older, his actual coming of age story starts at the very beginning of the game, as the darkness of the larger world encroaches on the idyllic kokori forest, poisoning and killing the deku tree; and in his child link travels, he encounters more of this darkness, be it darunia's depression or princess ruta’s deceased mother. notably, the darkest dungeon (pun not intended) of the whole game can only be accessed by child link. it's also likely the last extended bit of time you'll spend as child link in this game; some things you can't come back from knowing.

fearless charts a number of losses that come with growing up. on “white horse”, taylor laments the loss of the fantasies that come with childhood naïveté (“now i know / that i’m not a princess, this ain’t a fairytale”). this bears some similarity to the transition between acts one and two of OOT, as link and zelda’s grand plan to save the kingdom crashes down around them and they discover they’ve been outwitted since the very start; they fail, something stories and prophecies never prepared them for, and the consequences are more horrifying than they could have imagined (hyrule castle town post-time jump, anyone?) another fearless track, “breathe”, mourns the end of a friendship - not because you moved away or changed schools and lost touch, as with countless childhood friendships, but because the people you’ve grown into are just too different. it’s one of the less common elements of coming of age narratives, but one of the most heartbreaking parts of growing up: “never a clean break, no one here to save me / you’re the only thing i know like the back of my hand”. while link doesn’t lose a friend quite in the same way, there’s a similar kind of heartache in his friendship with saria, both in the realization that she hasn’t grown up and never will, and the discovery that they both have destinies that lead them apart, and must say goodbye.

“tell me why” and “you’re not sorry” both document the loss of blind trust, from a place of anger and of sadness respectively; then “the way i loved you” and “forever & always” each grapple with memories, how they can hold you back and how they can betray you. the former sees taylor unable to emotionally invest in a new relationship because of the intensity of a former one, which she misses in spite of herself: “my heart's not breaking /

'cause I'm not feeling anything at all.” in the latter, taylor is dismayed and angry to find that promises she and her partner made to each other meant less to him than they did to her. what’s particularly interesting about the latter song with regards to OOT is how it frames an emotional imbalance in a relationship in terms of memory: “back up, baby, back up / did you forget everything?” one of the most horrifying implications of everything link goes through in OOT is that, at the end, no one remembers but him, and none of the people he forged friendships with have any recollection of it at all; even navi leaves him. so much of OOT maps onto real parts of growing up, albeit in a fantastical and exaggerated fashion, and this has always evoked to me the experience of learning that someone you cherish your memories of doesn’t feel the same way, or remember nearly as much of your time together in childhood.

as we can see, the second half of the album is pretty much all sad or angry, until the very last two songs, but even those have caveats. "the best day" is a heartwarming tribute to her mother, but with a bittersweet twinge, as her recollections go from her mother taking her to a pumpkin patch to her mother consoling her as she cries about school bullies, and while her mother manages to cheer her up, taylor still notes that she “don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay”; growing up means your problems aren’t as easily fixable, and your hurts last much longer. the final song, change, takes the inevitability of change, responsible for so much of the heartbreak throughout the album, and frames it as a source of hope, that if things can change, they will change again. it’s an anthem against giving up, but the song is premised on being stuck in a present that makes you want to give up (“you know it's all the same, another time and place / repeating history and you're getting sick of it”). in the final verse of the song, taylor goes from future tense (“these things will change”) to past tense (“it was the night things changed”). the music quiets down, and then the instruments kick back in more triumphant than ever (cue OOT end credits.) and yet the triumph here doesn’t hold a candle to the highs of “love story” and “you belong with me”. it’s the end of the album, and yet there’s less resolution here than there is on earlier tracks. real life doesn’t really have happily ever afters, not because happiness doesn’t exist but because life carries on where a movie would roll credits; all we can look forward to is the inexorable approach of change.

[deanwax]

Writing Whispers

Cheers for the tag, @mrbexwrites!

Rules: Find a few paragraphs of writing from as long ago as you can. Re-write them how you would now.

Gonna do a mostly open tag for this, but I also poke @dyrewrites as this could be a fun activity.

Wailing is a WIP that started in 2012. It's devoid of hope so I'll never finish it, and it's posted on an old AFF.org account that I lost the password to so it can stay there for all I care. Let's do the first 3 paragraphs.

Original chunk

My name is Mikey Rose Smith. Well, not Smith. I’d like it to be, because then I could sign my name M.R. Smith on each and every school report and imagine the R. stands for Robert. But that would be trying a little too hard. My surname is Lamont, not that it matters. Where I like to go, surnames don’t matter; sometimes not even first names. I could have made an edgy nickname for myself, like the countless Xaviers and Ravens you meet on the street. But I didn’t, because Alistair Wright didn’t. He uses his own name, his whole name, and that’s just how cool he is. Everyone knows who Alistair is, and by proxy they know who I am. Because he and I are really close.  Not that we’re dating. Alistair doesn’t do mushy stuff like that. We’ve made out a lot, I’ve even sucked him off, but that’s a totally normal thing in our group. It’s cool to be fluid, it’s cool to make out and fool around and swap sex for cigarettes or whatever. It’s all part of a bigger picture of decay; Alistair is usually talking about something like that. I’ll admit that usually I’m too buzzed or stoned to listen properly, but when I do; man, his words are like poetry. I could listen to him for hours, staring at a bedroom ceiling through a haze of spliff smoke backed by the crooning of The Cure. But certainly not out here in the shitty ‘burbs, with white picket fences and snotty little kids with white picket faces making a racket in the streets. The only person even remotely interesting is that weird gangly creep ‘Flicker’ Prescott and that’s only because he has some sort of dress sense apart from being a complete loser. His name is Adam, by the way. I can’t remember when he picked out his stupid nickname. At least it’s not Raven.

Notes

I still dig the "partially speaking to the reader vibe"" but Mikey's characterisation is off. He does OK in school but he's not a nerd, so terms like 'by proxy' don't belong in his inner monologue.

His feelings towards Flicker are also off. I can see what I was doing, I wanted to obscure the truth from the reader because it's revealed in a later chapter from Flicker's perspective that Mikey is trans and Flicker is the only one who knows about it, so he's a threat to Mikey's identity. Still, to treat him as a total stranger instead of an awkwardly-still-around childhood friend is a smidge too aggressive.

I refuse to remove "white picket faces".

Chunk rewritten

My name is Mikey Rose Smith. Well, not Smith. I’d like it to be, because then I could sign my name M.R. Smith on all my notebooks and imagine the R. stands for Robert. But that would be trying a little too hard. My surname is actually Lamont, if you care. Where I go, names hardly matter; I've swapped spit with total strangers. I guess I could have picked some cool handle for myself, like the countless Xaviers and Ravens you meet on the street. But I didn’t, because Alistair Wright didn’t. He uses his own name, his whole name, and that’s just how cool he is. Everyone knows who Alistair is, and that means they know who I am. Because he and I are really close.  Not that we’re dating. Alistair doesn’t do mushy stuff like that. We’ve made out a lot (I’ve even sucked him off) but that’s not a big deal. Totally normal. Our group is fluid, cool; we make out for fun and swap sex for cigarettes. Alistair says it’s all part of a bigger picture; something about 'decay' or whatever. I’m usually too buzzed or stoned to listen properly, but when I do; man, his words are like poetry. I could listen to him for hours, staring the ceiling through a haze of spliff smoke while The Cure croons from an old CD player. But not out here in the shitty ‘burbs, with white picket fences and snot-nosed kids with white picket faces infesting every lawn. The only person even remotely interesting is ‘Flicker’ Prescott, and that’s only because he has some dress sense. He got hired at the library over me, and when I see a new outfit wasted on his weird, gangly body, I still get sore about it. Mother dearest will buy black lace but she won't cough up for red tartan and zippers. His real name is Adam, by the way. I can’t remember when he picked out his stupid nickname. At least it wasn't Raven.

[jivvin]

raving about DBH 'cause it's one of the few things that still bring me some emotion:

so i've been feeling seriously low lately, what's with all the ~recent events~ and all, and i've missed writing, as a process, so i thought, like, why not channel all this fear and dullness and dreariness into writing a dull, dreary, sad fic? especially since i've already got the base ready - an old sketch of a dbh fic, exploring the ending where Markus blows up the dirty bomb. it was supposed to be sort of a mirror/companion piece to This Fucked Up World, but i've never quite fleshed it out 'cause, just like TFUW, it was supposed to be super dark and sad, everybody dies, all that jazz, and back then (almost two years ago now actually) i wasn't really in the right mood for it - but now? a dirty bomb is not quite the same as blowing up a nuclear power plant's core, but close enough in my book, why not give it a go?

so i've gone through all of the in-game materials i've saved for it way back then, which is basically just one cutscene transcription, which paints a truly horrific picture: Detroit's fallen, lethal radiation for miles around, uninhabitable for decades, total evacuation, city belongs to the androids now, etc. and i'm like - great, lets do this, lets kill off the survivors too, bad endings for everyone (especially Markus lol), except one little stop first: gotta read up on dirty bombs to actually know what i'm talking about here.

i'm not gonna lie and say i've got a lot of them, but i distinctly remember receiving at least one comment on one of my dbh fics that went along the lines of "gosh, you should've written for dbh, it would've been so cool". well now, here is where i realize that neither i, nor anyone like me could've ever, possibly, written for dbh, 'cause that one little stop i've mentioned in the previous paragraph? didn't seem to appear to anyone on the game's actual writing staff.

"it's a dirty bomb, Madam President" + similar statement by the press - how the fuck would you know? this is not a nuclear bomb, there won't be a mushroom cloud or whatever, and the heightened levels of radiation could only be detected by specialists on the scene, if they even think to check for them (which is not necessarily), if they even get there (which is not likely given that the city is deemed "fallen" right away).

"this bomb released fatal levels of radioactive toxic waste", "the radiation level will be lethal for miles around" - a shipment of medical cobalt, small enough to merit so little guard to have been stolen practically without a trace? chances are the radiation levels would not be lethal even in the blast point, let alone for "miles around", and serious radiation exposure can be prevented by expedient evacuation. this is not a nuclear bomb.

"the city may remain uninhabitable for decades", "the military is evacuating all civilians in a 50 mile radius" - downtown and surrounding areas will surely be evacuated, and full decontamination will absolutely take months, maybe even several years, but the whole city will not be damaged. considering the explosion happened in the south end of the city, and depending on the winds at the moment of the blast, it might actually be Canada who gets the brunt of the air-disperced radiation. again, this is not a nuclear bomb.

"Detroit has just fallen" - this is not a nuclear bomb. the majority of the destruction will actually happen due to the regular, old-fashioned explosives used to blow up the cobalt, and even that is unlikely to get too many casualties in a downtown area at night, during curfew and the permeating android scare; definitely not enough to declare the city has "fallen".

another fun fact: both of the times it is stated the city has not only fallen, but fallen specifically into android hands, into "enemy" hands. "thousands of androids are taking to the streets" are also mentioned, referencing non-Jericho androids, no less. but in one of the previous chapters it's stated that, what with the mass recall and android death camps working at full steam, the couple hundred Jericho androids must be the last deviants of Detroit. where are these "thousands" coming from?

as a bonus to that point, if you've successfully completed the CyberLife Tower chapter for deviant!Connor, the President will also say that the deviants took control of a CL plant and "liberated over one million of androids stored there". one fucking million, carl. thats by several hundred thousands more than the entire fucking human population of the entire Detroit, and you gonna be telling me they, what, were just chilling somewhere in the basement of the CL Tower on that tiny-ass island? bitch, where?? why?? and where are they in the "good" epilogue then, during Markus's speech? the shot they give us at those words has a thousand androids, sure, led by Connor, but no more than that, and i refuse to accept there's actually "over one million" of them in there. (it's actually so easy to count them 'cause the're standing in these neat rows and lines, and are marching straight after Connor like obedient fucking machines, not the self-actualized deviants they're supposedly are, but that's another kettle of worms entirely, we're here for the dirty bombs today).

and, like, i know why it was done this way (i mean, i think i know, this is just my theory here). they wanted to have a Detroit Has Fallen To The Robots ending, and they wanted to have it quick - literally with the press of one button! - but they've cut so many corners on the way there, that the result is just a mess. they need to have the city freed of all humans, fast, - so they decide a nuclear bomb is the way to go; except, they can't handwave the androids getting a nuclear fucking bomb just like that, so they change the name to a "dirty bomb", while keeping all the desired destructive effects. (or, quite as possible, they simply assume a dirty bomb - since it's something radioactive too, right? - works the same as a nuclear weapon, and do no further fucking research at all). then they need enough androids to claim and hold the city afterwards - so they invent over one fucking million of new androids out of the fucking blue, and think it's a job well fucking done! god, they even show fucking Markus, with that fucking flag and all, who just before the explosion was surrounded by soldiers on all sides! how the fuck is he alive, and not fucking riddled with bullets the second those soldiers put 2 and 2 together and realize he's pressed the detonator, or fuck, just shot, as they were gonna do anyway??

but wait, there's more! just an extra layer of fun for y'all here.

so, by their descriptions, despite calling it a dirty bomb, they've essentially dropped a nuke on Detriot, to rid it of humans and leave it to the androids. but will it all work if one just mentally substitutes the dirty bomb for the actual nuclear bomb, as they've clearly intended?

and the answer is still no lol, 'cause one of the characteristics of a nuclear explosion is a massive EMP blast at the point of detonation, which would instantly fry all the fucking androids as well. they can neither have, nor eat their fucking cake! there's no cake at all, actually! it's just a mess.

so yeah, like, the point of it all is that, after doing this fucking research (which didn't even take me all that long and involved only simple google searches btw), i've lost all drive to complete that fucking fic i mentioned at the beginning of this rant, 'cause my suspension of disbelief for this scenario is just shattered completely. which is probably for the best tbh, can't imagine too many people lining up to read a fic where Hank slowly dies of ray sickness and Connor buries him only to then realize it was all Markus's fault, kill him, and order EMP drone strikes on the whole of Detroit lol. also, i've spent this fucking evening writing this whole thing out instead of stressing over the war and my own local impending radiological disaster, so that's a plus too, i guess. if you've actually read it this far - idk, man, i don't know what to tell you.

tl;dr - David Cage bad.

[rosesmith18]

Housing Crisis and the situation in the UK

Content Warning: Politics, Vague mentions of Rape & Murder, Mentions of Violence

I don't know if anyone is gonna see this, but if someone does I think there's something they should hear. Far-right, Far-left, in the middle, or undecided. When it comes to what is going down in Palestine and in the UK right now. I want people to remember that Racisms is assuming the worst of EVERYONE in a group, and believing them to be inherently below your group.

If someone is threatening you or your family then, of course, defend yourself no matter what their gender, sex, skintone, religion, etc is, but also don't forget that that single person/group is not all the people of that group. Their are people of Israel, of Russia, of China who DON'T support what their governments, or certain members of their people, are doing. People who have shown their sympathy, solidarity, and care for the innocent people getting hurt in Palestine, in the UK, in Ukraine. Children in these groups who have NOTHING to do with what these governments and other people have chosen to do.

Mothers, fathers, parents worrying for your children in the UK, don't forget that Muslims can be parents too. Don't forget the reports about the gangs in Israel and Palestine raping and killing the women, children, and 'weaker' men in their own countries, of their OWN people. Criminals, ones that rape and murder, don't discriminate. That is a FACT.

Remember the Holocausts, natives of Germany were ran out of their OWN COUNTRY by their government. Not only the Jews, but other 'undesirable' members of the group, people who simply wanted the freedom to VOTE, to CHANGE their government. Were outcasted or slaughtered for mere opinions.

There is a lot I don't agree with, but ANY government who takes away the right to have opinions, to vote, to change your mind is inherently evil THAT is inherently ANTI-AMERICAN, ANTI-DEMOCRACY.

For those scared of losing their jobs, of losing their housing. Remember, those of us in America and in the UK were once immigrants too. We came to a land that did not belong to us, took what wasn't ours, and committed horrible acts against the natives who sometimes harmed, but usually HELPED us. Kidnapped people and brought them to a country they didn't wish to be in, and treated them poorly, justified our crimes with a fear against a group unarmed and made helpless by OUR ANCESTORS. I don't say this to blame us, I say this to REMIND US that we were also once the CHILDREN who were blamed for OUR parents, our peoples mistakes. People to this day still blame us. But, that isn't fair, right? You didn't kill natives, you didn't buy slaves, or colonize unsuspecting people. Innocent until proven guilty, that's the vow of the American Legal System, right?

If you're scared of losing your job and/or your home then doesn't that possibly imply that America as a whole has a problem? Their are millions of empty homes, apartments and plots of land around America, and millions of jobs looking for new workers everyday. Just look on Zillow or Google and you'll find streets littered with dilapidated houses, empty apartment complexes and abandon plots of land. Walk down your local shopping district, or fast food road, and you'll find plenty of 'Now Hiring' signs. We have the room, we have the jobs, so what's the problem? Simple. Houses are expensive, and jobs don't pay. If you currently own a home, tell me, did it belong to a family member, maybe a grandparent, or did it take a loan to buy? If you're currently employed, tell me, how many hours do you work, how many days do you get off, how much does your salary ACTUALLY pay for?

The world at large is in a financial crisis. We feel like we have nothing, because nothing is affordable. Most of us are not living, we are surviving. Especially, single parents, retired veterans, people without any solid families, the working man and even the middle class family is struggling. Not for lack of trying, not for lack of effort, or intelligent, or anything that inherently is a fault of ours. Immigrants are not the problem, it's our governments, our businesses. Nothing is stopping our government from limiting the price of rent, or donating plots of land to groups who could construct reasonably priced housing. Fast food restaurants like McDonalds make $25.49 billion dollars a YEAR(Statista, 4 Jun 2024), and pay only $13 dollars an hour, Tesla makes $94.74 billion dollars a year(Statista, 4 May 2024), and only pays about $16 dollars to their assistants. Did you know rent in America is averaging $1,713 a month for only 899 square feet(RentCafe, March 2024)? While the average apartment size is 916 square feet(RentCafe, 2023). That's nearly 1,747 dollars for an apartment which means you'd be paying about 20,964 dollars a year for what could be a two-bedroom, one bath apartment. That's almost a QUARTER of the annual salary of an American citizen at $59,384 dollars a year(SoFI, 2024)depending on state. And, that's not including the fact that most apartments require you make 3 times the monthly rent in order to be approved for the apartment. That means the average single parent would need to make about 5,241 dollars a month for a 2bd/2bath aka an annual salary of $62,892, that's 3,508 dollars above the average median salary, and if you're working 40 hours a week/5 days a week/4 weeks a month/12 months a year then you'd need to make about $33 dollars an hour. That's 17 dollars more than an assistant at Tesla, and 20 dollars more than a worker at McDonalds. If you're high enough up in your career it's possible, but we're talking about making nearly 63k a year for 912 square feet when a typical American home averages out 2,273 square feet(Rocket Mortgage, 29 Feb, 2024). With about $123 dollars per square foot on average(Realtor, 1 Apr 2022)that would make a 912 square foot house worth 112,176 dollars, or nearly 2 times the average median salary. To buy a house with MAYBE two bathrooms.

If these numbers don't sound unfair at best then remember that these price are set by business owners who make MILLIONS TO BILLIONS of dollars, and who increased their rent prices by 12.6 percent in 2022 within the state of Ohio alone(COHHIO). These prices, these living situations are ridiculous, and are the results of business, and apartments mostly owned, and entirely run in America by American citizens, and endorsed by the American government. There are plenty of other problems contributing to the current housing crisis, and yes, immigration is one of them, but these problems weren't brought to us BY immigrants. These have been existing problems for decades that the government has been ignoring. Immigration has only inflated an existing problem, and by dealing with the problem at hand, we make life better for ALL OF US. American or otherwise, and specifically THE CHILDREN. Whatever you may think of immigrants, their children are innocent, and deserve safe homes just like ours do. And, by putting the blame on them, we are ignoring issues that are, and will continue, to worsen America for our children.

[raedroid]

The Star Covers Meets The Soul Of The City

Part 4: Disaster Unfolding

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Bruno sat in his old apartment, glaring at his wall, fuming with anger. His crew sat around the floor injured all over. After their defeat, they were told they were no longer allowed to get the rods and Bruno refused to accept his failure. And criticism.

“Come on. Let’s get Alex.” Bruno ordered the group. The others were taking the failure rather well compared to him

“We can’t. He won fair and square.” Alfred refused

“There’s nothing fair or square about calling reinforcements like that. For a guy who was chosen by the ministers, he doesn’t follow the rules very well.” Bruno insisted

“You’re not either. We’re not allowed to compete against anyone in the competition anymore. You need to calm down. He or the other group will get the rods now.” Trevor pointed out. Bruno shot up from his spot and slapped him hard across the face, causing him to fall over and hurting his already injured arm.

“Those rods belong to me and me alone. You four are not worthy and nobody else is too.” He insisted.

“If that’s what you think, then reconsider, you expired walnut.” A voice responded. The five of them saw the rest of The Star Covers standing in the room

“Also stop the edgy personality. It’s not cool.” Kelsey stated. “And can you tell us where our friends are. They’re not really good at taking care of themselves.” She asked

“Don’t know but if I did, they would be in a graveyard because I will be burying their bodies there.” Bruno replied. The girls groaned in annoyance

“Can one of you guys explain? He’s too annoying to deal with.” Hailey asked. The men told them about the competition and how it works, the crisis rods, and Alex

“Well those rods belong to me. And Alex should’ve been discarded and killed.” Bruno whined, causing Liam to get mad

“What about us! We helped you get to this point!” Liam shouted

“In case you forgot, you four are weak and pathetic. I’m the most powerful one of the five of us so only I am worthy of the power.” Bruno answered coldly. As he spoke, Lina smacked him on the floor in a quick motion.

“You were saying? Thank you for your time asshole. We’ll be on our way.” Lina thanked and they left the room, leaving the others dumbfounded.

“Thank god all 18 of them weren’t there last night.” Gustave pointed out, getting a nod from everyone but Bruno who is still fuming in his spot.

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“Who thought talking to those idiots was a good idea?” Keira asked. The girls walked down the street after their failed attempts at getting information. They were annoyed as hell and saw Alex leaving the Cosmic Emporium. As they spotted him and ran towards the shop and saw Frank polishing his desk.

“You know the guardian slaying cult!?” Bella shouted as she slammed open the door. Frank stood back terrified at the sudden entrance.

“Are the rest of The Star Covers?” He asked, terrified

“Bella will you cool it? You’re gonna give him a heart attack!” Keira scolded. He got out and ushered them inside, turning off the flashing open sign on the window.

“Get in!” He ordered. They entered and Frank closed the door immediately. “Ok girls. The six of your friends are in the competition and they are going onto the finals with Alex. You shouldn’t join them ok? You need to get them out of here and also save Alex.”

“Why Alex?” Lexy asked

“He was chosen the minister and he’s not listening. I care about the little man and I can’t do anything to convince him to drop the competition. If we don’t do something, he could get in a dangerous situation.” Frank explained

“Is there anything we need to know about this whole… situation?” Lina asked

“Yes. The minister is currently hiding somewhere, also he’s from the Dark Clipse, and Alex is a guardian.” He answered

“WHAT?!” They all shouted in unison. As they did, an older woman, around Franks age came in.

“Frank I got you your paint buckets. I got dusty rose and black for you. But black is clearly a popular colour because this is only one I can buy.” She said

“Thanks darling. Everyone this is my wife Kaya.” He introduced. The woman was a beautiful Native American woman had beautiful black hair and brown eyes. She also had a sassy demeanour compared to her husbands more gentle and friendlier exterior.

“Nice to meet you girls. Anyways, I got a call on the phone from Edward today. He said that his worker Carissa is getting targeted by the competition masters.”

“Who?” Richelle asked.

“Edward Hawkins and Adrien Berrium. They keep track of guardians around the city. I don’t have contact with the others, including their boss. Seems suspicious to me, considering that this happens every time the competition comes around.”

“I suggest we look into it. We’ll meet up with the girls soon and hopefully get more information on the competition.” Maya proposed. The others agreed and Kaya looked at her contact list. Edward and Adrien’s numbers were there and she started to feel uneasy over the situation.

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Alex wandered the record store, checking out every single shelf in the shop and inspecting the CDs, DVDs, Vinyls and more. But what he wasn’t expecting was seeing Katherine at the counter, checking out her Beatles record.

“Do you have any cassette tapes of concert bootlegs or anything here?” She asked. The man pulled out a large crate of cassette tapes

“Here. 3 pounds each. Pick out whatever you like.” He replied. Katherine looked through and saw Kiss concert bootlegs from the 80s. She smiled to herself and pulled out a few of those cassettes. She had to go and pull out money from her card and started struggling with the machine. As she started to get annoyed with it, Alex walked over and helped her out, effortlessly converting her money

“Here you go.” He murmured.

“Thank yo-“ She stopped when she saw who helped her. She was even more confused when he left the shop. As she went to pay for her products, she put the change in her bag when she noticed a small card she had never seen before. It had an address and she knew that was where the finals was taking place. She had one thought in her mind

She wasn’t getting her friends hurt anymore. She needs to face them alone.

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Alex slowly crept back into an apartment. His small apartment was abandoned completely with the wallpaper peeled off. The roof was leaky all over the place, making him move his dirty and stained mattress on the floor multiple times. He didn’t have any furniture beyond the mattress and he felt miserable in this tiny room. He had no other options, no other place to live. But he wasn’t expecting to see three extra faces in the room

“Oh hi guys!” He greeted his group nervously. Darien, Patrick and George were waiting for what seemed like forever for him to come back.

“You didn’t showed up to our usual meeting spot. What happened? It’s not because of the things I said earlier today right?” Darien asked, glaring at him

“I’m offended yes but thanks for checking up on me. I would ask if you wanted some snacks but you know me. No food or anything here.” He laughed miserably, upsetting George and Patrick but getting a laugh from Darien.

“I just came by to say you’re incompetent. You’re not around to give orders, something I’m good at. And honestly-“

“I know you want to take my place but that’s not happening. I am entitled to do whatever I want. So why do you still want to work for me?”

“You don’t know how to get rid of those rockstars. I know they are guardians but they’re so busy with their tours that they’ll be easy to take out. You don’t see your advantage. I can get those rods faster than you.”

“What would you do with them? You’re beyond stupid and I’m tired of your attitude.”

“You’re just a child. You don’t know how to work with this situation.”

“At least the minister has faith in me unlike you! And guess what, I got the leaders attention. She’s gonna come after us tonight. And knowing what her friends are doing, she’ll probably go alone.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“We’ll improvise. Just get out of here ok. We’ll find them. We’ll get the rods one way or another.” As Alex told them his goal, the other left and Darien ripped another piece of wallpaper off the wall and threw it at Alex’s face. After they closed the door behind them, Alex laid on the mattress and stared at the ceiling. The only sounds he could hear were the water dripping and his heavy breathing. He couldn’t do anything and knew he wouldn’t go anywhere else but he just wanted to feel important.

But is there something else for him in this world outside of this competition?

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Tagging peeps who may be interested:

@2hotintheshade @namelessbutters-doodles @criminallyoverrated @gh0stfl0ra @ericcarrsworshipper @spacefoxy-irl @ladyshandioftheendless

[yankpop]

Yandere NCT 127: When you wear revealing clothes

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Check more: Masterlist.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Toxic relations; manipulation; degradation; slut-shaming; implied violence, harassment.

AN: For the context it's when you are dating. Hope you guys enjoy it 💖 also check out Taeyong's new youtube channel and his Lonely performance. It's really good!

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Taeil

Taeil doesn’t exactly like it when you wear short clothes, he’s a bit traditional when it comes to that. But he won’t say a thing about it, Taeil doesn’t want to ruin your trust in him. He’d prefer to just stand by you and throw deadly looks at any person - male and female - that dares to look at you for more than half a second, giving them annoyed remarks about where the hell they were looking at and how dare they look at you in such a disgusting manner.

After a while, Taeil would use his “lack of confidence” and his “fear of you leaving him” to make you stop wearing those clothes. He’d act as if every guy (and girl) would try to take you away from him and how you were probably gonna leave him for someone better than him. By using his own weaknesses, Taeil would be successful in stopping you from having such clothing items.

“You’re gonna end up leaving me, aren’t you? I can feel it. I’m sure of it. Now that you have more guys interested in you, you’re just gonna abandon me.”

Johnny

The only times Johnny allows you to wear something more revealing are the fancy galas and charity parties he occasionally attends. Doesn’t care if you’re wearing a long elegant gown or a short sexy dress as long as you’re showing a good amount of skin to the public. He actually enjoys showing you off, knowing other people will look at you yet you’re completely and uniquely his.

It really turns him on when you’re being irresistible and attractive but always knowing that he is your true owner. You’re his property and while others may observe you, Johnny is the only one that can touch you. He’d go as far as buying a neck choker with his name encrusted in gold, so everyone knows for sure that you’re his and his only.

“I hope the crowd enjoy this glorious sight, baby, cause that’s the only thing these creatures are getting from you.”

Taeyong

At first, Taeyong didn’t think much of it, barely even noticing that the outfits you started wearing were too revealing but as time went by, he quickly noticed all the appreciative looks you started receiving all thanks to your new “style”. All the attention you began receiving from boys made him concerned. What if you tried leaving him? Keeping that in mind, Taeyong continued posing as a supportive boyfriend while preparing something to put an end not it.

He’d arrange for a rented actor to aggressively come onto you and mildly harass you due to your “sexiness”. Of course, Taeyong would make sure the guy stays within limits but to make sure to scare you. That way, when you’d come home crying your eyes out because of some pervert that catcalled you in the street, Taeyong would pose as a concerned partner, who would wipe your tears, comfort you and sweetly suggest that you should change your wardrobe into more modest clothes. Which you’d accomply, cause the whole event was simply too bad to handle again.

“Aww, babe, please, don’t cry. That guy was simply an asshole, you know that. Next time, just wear regular clothes and no one will bother you, trust me.”

Yuta

You’ll always wear what he wants and that’s the final decision. Wearing tight shorts or low-cut tops? Never. Actually, you won’t even get that far because Yuta is always around you, including during your shopping trips. He’d lurk around as you chose clothes, keeping an eye on every item you pick and, in the end, only what he approves is going home with you.

His logic? That he knows how cruel and ruthless people are, and unless you wanna be called a slut then you’ll wear exactly what he wants. Yuta knows you get upset at that, but he makes sure to emphasize that everything he does is for you and your well-being. He only wants to take care of you and he - as your boyfriend - knows how to do so, even better than you. So, just do what he says, and you’ll be fine.

“No, babe, I don’t really like those shorts. They're too… short. You know what people will say, right? I just don’t want you getting hurt by mean people. Put those shorts back, we’ll find proper jeans for you instead.”

Doyoung

Doyoung is the type of boyfriend who nags and bothers until you finally accomply with something. He’d hate seeing you wear such short clothes, shamelessly showing your body to everyone. He’d hate it when you wear such tempting short skirts, exposing your bare legs like that. He’d hate it when you wear tight shirts that marked the outline of your chest, leaving very little to imagination. He’d absolutely hate all of that.

All of this would lead to Doyoung trying to stop you from wearing such provocative clothes with his incessant begging, nagging and eventually by yelling. Trust me, he’s very persistent when he wants something and he never stops until he gets what he wants. If you push him far enough, Doyoung is going to resort to forcing you to exchange clothes with his own hands, which won’t be nice for you at all. He’ll use force to make you accomply to his wishes, although that’s the last resort to get what he wants.

“Again with those clothes? Didn’t I tell you not to wear them again? Go change them, you know I dislike them. Are you deaf? I said go change them. And do it fast.”

Jaehyun

Jaehyun is quite subtle yet effective when it comes to changing your mind about the type of outfits you chose. He enjoys modern yet modest clothes on you, so if you wear something that doesn’t accomply to his criteria, Jaehyun wouldn't directly tell you to change it, instead opting for other ways to get his way. He likes being seen as a good boyfriend and the last thing he needs is for you to start suspecting of him being a controlling boyfriend, which he definitely is, but in his own crafty ways.

He’d manipulate you, aiming towards your self-confidence to make you abide to his wishes. You were fairly confident in a new look you wanted to experiment? Not after Jaehyun is done with you. He might go easy at first, but as time progresses, his “sincere opinions” on your outfits would progressively get more and more insulting and degrading to the point of completely messing up with your confidence.

“Oh, is that a crop top? It’s….hum…it looks okay, I guess. It kinda makes you look… I don’t know. Maybe a simple t-shirt would look better though.”

WinWin

WinWin would be quite hurt and upset if you chose to go out with an outfit that revealed too much. He’d sulk for the entire time and ignore you, just like you ignored his opinion.

Winwin would feel genuinely despised by you, almost like you didn’t even care about his concerns. How could you betray him like that? Showing your body to other people like it was no big deal? That's why he’d give you the cold shoulder. Eventually his unresponsive attitude would be successful in breaking your determination in wearing the new clothes as you’d want your nice boyfriend back, hating to see him upset over something so little.

In the end, Winwin didn’t even have to force you to do anything, you’d simply break under the treatment you’d receive from your boyfriend. And even worse, he’d guilt trip you into believing that you were the one wrong in doing such actions when you know Winwin would never do the same to you.

“You’re sorry? It’s okay, I forgive you. You’re never gonna wear those awful clothes ever again, right?”

Jungwoo

No, no, no. Not gonna happen, at least not during his watch. Jungwoo is gonna be annoyed at your change of style and also quite suspicious at your behavior. Why would you suddenly have such an interest towards such seductive clothes? Lifting your self-confidence, his ass. He’s certain you are thinking about cheating on him with just any random guy that you manage to catch the attention by wearing those slutty clothes.

Every clothing piece that he considers “inappropriate” is gonna come back from laundry completely torn apart with massive damages to the point of no recovery, leaving you no choice but to throw them away. Even if you buy more similar clothes, they too would receive the same sad destiny. So there’s only one solution and that’s you giving up to him.

“What happened to your skirt? What should’ve happened earlier. You actually thought I'd let you wear that thing so you can go out and leave me for another guy, is that it? Not gonna happen.”

Mark

Mark’s initial approach was to smoothly convince you to change clothes into something that provided more “coverage” but as soon as you fight back, things would escalate rather quickly and once you realize, you’re both engaged in a heated argument over your clothes or according to Mark, the lack of them. His jealous side would take control of him, refusing to let you outside while wearing something so provocative that everyone would see, especially guys.

He’d give you multiple reasons to back up his point of view yet if that doesn’t work and if Mark gets angry enough, then he’d lock you in the bedroom and leave you there until you decide to change clothes. Getting late for college? Not his problem. You can change outfits first and then go attend college, but until more cloth covers your exposed skin, you’ll be staying in the room.

“You got late for college this morning? And? It's not my fault. If you had listened to me, that wouldn’t have happened. So, blame it on yourself.”

Haechan

Haechan is clever and cunning, so he’d never directly approach the issue that has been bothering him. He hates watching you wear all those short and teasing clothes, exposing so much of your skin. It’s something only he is supposed to be allowed to see, yet you have to be like this. It really annoys him how ignorant you are, but he’ll work on getting things back on the right track.

Haechan would pay some people to spread rumors about you, on how you were cheating on him, that you were such a bad girlfriend given the slutish way you dressed, that you were wearing those clothes to get just any guy’s attention. All sorts of horrible rumors that Haechan could think of and as long as they did the job, he doesn’t even care. And of course, they worked.

Give it a week or two of being judged by people you thought were your friends and you’d go back to your old simple style. Haechan doesn’t even have to be the bad guy in this scenario as he’d be the one giving you comfort and solace after being slut-shamed by your fake friends. 2 birds with one stone.

“I had no idea those people were this cruel. And I thought you were their friend. Guess not, apparently. But it’s okay, babe, you’ll always have me, I promise.”

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[darling-i-read-it]

Flashlight

Stephen Strange x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k 

Warnings: nwh spoilers, the reader being protective of peter, brief talks of children lol 

Author’s Note: thank you so much for being here sophie <3 I hope you like the little banter I cooked up for you <3 <3 

Requested: by @captainsophiestark , Also, if you’re feeling it, could I request a fic with Jack Thompson, Stephen Strange, or Shang-Chi with the prompt “So now what? You’re just gonna chase after them with a flashlight and righteousness?” Preferably with some fluff, but feel free to pick and choose and take whatever parts you’re interested in writing or ditch the rest! Or ditch the whole thing if it’s not the vibe 😊 happy holidays and enjoy your writing while you’ve got some time and are feeling it!! ❤️❤️❤️

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

The Sanctum Sanctorum was larger than you ever thought it was. Stephen never left it and when you wanted to visit him, you got to enter the vast halls. The rooms were tall and the doors led to other worlds. You were used to the main room, the one that Wong always greeted you in. You were used to the basement that had forbidden books locked up on shelves. You were even used to some of the rooms with literal portals to other places. 

But you truly never understood the rest of it. 

“There’s no map?” you asked, walking beside Stephen. The sanctum was frozen over today. Something about a door being left open. You were given a snow jacket when you came in. He was holding a large book, twiddling it with his fingers. You glanced over, admiring the rings on his fingers. You wanted to ask if they meant anything, magically, or if he just wore them to be fashionable. 

“There doesn’t need to be a map. I know where I’m going.” You rolled your eyes. 

“What about visitors? I could make you a pamphlet. You could host tours.” 

“What makes you think I want to host tours of the Sanctum, a place where magic is kept and contained?”

“I don’t know. How much does being a sorcerer even pay?” It was his turn to roll his eyes. “I mean, you pay when we go out on dates but are you struggling? Do I need to help?” 

Usually he would give you a rather annoyed quip back but he remained silent. He was turning corners too quickly and you could barely keep up. He was distracted, fingers flipping through the pages of the book. You looked over his shoulder but didn’t catch anything you could understand. 

“Stephen?” You spoke quietly, hoping to break him out of whatever trance he had induced himself into. He had been distracted all day. You came to visit him just for lunch but lunch was over and now you didn’t want to leave until you knew he was alright. “What is it?” 

“I got a visit from Peter Parker today,” he hummed under his breath. 

“I haven’t seen Peter in a while. How is he?” 

“He didn’t get into MIT.”

“Oh,” you mused sadly. He was such a bright boy. Then you remembered that he had just been outed for being Spider-Man. It was nearly impossible to keep up with all the news on every superhero in New York. Hell, you just heard Daredevil was back in the streets after being gone. Hawkeye was out there somewhere with some girl who shared his taste for weapons. Though you supposed you should've reached out to Peter. “What did he want?”

“He wanted everyone to forget he was Spider-Man.” 

“Can you do that?” 

“Unfortunately yes.” He stopped walking, shutting the book aggressively. It caused you to blink. 

“Did you?” 

“Unfortunately. Yes.” 

“Oh.” You breathed evenly. “I remember?”

“Parker has a wonderful way of messing up my concentration. The two of you have that in common.” You would’ve laughed had you not been so worried about Peter. That was quite a feat to ask of Stephen. How much of it had actually gone into effect? Did his Aunt remember? Were you going to forget?

“Having your memory stripped away like that without your permission is demoralizing Stephen,” you said quietly. “You didn’t ask any of his friends? His aunt?” 

The two of you passed the threshold into a darker room Stephen to magically light some candles but he handed you a flashlight that was resting on one of the snowy tables. You took it wordlessly, a scrunched look on your face. 

“Don’t wanna burn the Sanctum down,” he muttered. “And I know. He seemed in dire straits and he did save the world once.” 

“Well he had help.” 

“You jumped right into a memory reversal spell.”

“That I did.” You pursed your lips, thinking of Peter. You couldn’t imagine. He was just a kid. All of the other heroes you knew were adults, mostly coherent with their actions. Except for Peter who was thrust into this world head first. He never got a chance to say no. Tony Stark gave him shiny machines and a promise of a fantastic life. 

Tony Stark was dead. 

You stopped walking. You put your hand gently on Stephen’s upper arm, not looking at him. 

“I should make sure he’s alright,” you muttered. Stephen was staring down at you, squinting in the darkness of the room. He could clearly see the cold in your breath. The concern etched in your eyebrows. He tilted his head down in judgment. 

“So now what? You’re just gonna chase after him with a flashlight and righteousness?” he questioned, sarcasm lacing his voice. You looked up at him through your lashes, a straight lipped look on your face. 

“How do you really feel?” “I did what he asked. He has to reap the consequences.”

“He’s a child.” 

“Children need to learn from their mistakes.” 

“Remind me never to have children with you,” you muttered. He grabbed your arm and pulled you softly closer to him. It wasn’t an aggressive tug, nor was it one that warranted much reaction from you. He just wanted to be closer to your face. You knew Stephen and you knew his moves. 

“We’d be great parents,” he said, voice oddly seductive. 

“That was too sultry to be serious Stephen.” Your smile had not returned. “He’s a kid. We can help him learn from his current mistake but I’d like not to help him make more.” 

“You’re so level headed. Great parent behavior.” 

“Stephen, can you just agree with me?”

“I agree with you. Let’s leave this very dark and cold room.” 

The two of you left the room, discarding your flashlights at the door. You were once agin in the windy hallways of the sanctum. 

“I can leave if you need to figure this out,” you offered. “I don’t want to be more of a distraction to you figuring out this problem.” He rolled his eyes.

“You’re not going anywhere. Wong has gone somewhere and I need help.” 

“You’re gonna make me read boring books aren’t you?”

“All in a day's work.”

“This isn’t my work. I’m your girlfriend.”

“I love when you remind me of that.” You opened your mouth to quip back when he stopped walking suddenly. You turned to face him. You rested a hand on his arm as he held his stomach. He didn’t look like he was in pain. Something had disturbed him. 

“What? What is it?” He groaned, not in pain but in annoyance. 

“There was just a rip in the time space continuum.” Your eyes went wide. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“I imagine I’ll be getting a phone call from Peter Parker here, very soon.” You took a deep breath in through your nose. 

“Looks like I’ll be seeing the boy after all.” He nodded. 

“Seems like it.” He put his hand on your back and started to lead you away. “We should get prepared for some sort of large occurrence. You’ve lucked out of books this time darling.”

[lacheri]

streets

pairing: dom!Levi x stripper!fem bodied reader

content: modern au, sex work (stripping), degradation, hint of praise kink, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, choking, slapping, dom/sub themes, Levi's a whole freak in the sheets, also mf has a split personality, minors DNI

summary: erwin drags his lonely best friend, levi, out to a strip club.

wc: 7.7k

Violent vibrations of bass shook through your platform teasers, one leg moving tantalizingly slow in front of the other as neon lights flashed around you. The silver pole loomed in front of you, your hips swaying as you strutted across the stage. You could feel the intense stare of eyes belonging to strangers as you finally wrapped your fingers one by one around the cold metal, circling so slowly around it, pushing your ass and chest out on display. You flicked your eyes up, heavy from false eyelashes, and searched around you.

Some familiar faces, most new, met your gaze as the club’s lights lit up in a dark red. They were all focused on you, sitting forward patiently in their plush seats, waiting to devour your body with their eyes. You leaned your back against the pole, looking down at your body. You were glad you had worn your favorite set of dancing gear, a see-through black mesh bralette and a matching set of panties, and of course, your six inch sparkly pleaser heels. It was simple, yet so effective when it came to the stuffed wallets of your onlookers.

There was one man in the sea of others who caught your attention tonight though. He sat directly in the center, his expression seemingly unamused and unentertained. You wanted to roll your eyes, discarding yourself of this fantasy you were presenting on stage. You resisted the urge, instead, turning your head in the opposite direction, and rolled your torso until you sat crouched. You leaned forward, head turned straight now, ass sticking right up in the air as the tops of your breasts squished against the stage. You used the leverage from your knees to shake your exposed ass cheeks, watching the raven haired man bring his hand to his face, stroking along his jaw as he took in the sight of you.

You parted your legs slowly, bringing a knee in front of the other, crawling towards the edge of the stage. You pushed yourself up from your elbows until you were in an upright position, allowing your hips to sink forward as you continued to roll your body to the beat. Still, no reaction, or sign that he was going to throw money on you, you scoffed internally and turned your attention to the blonde gentleman sitting closely next to him, a wad of dollar bills crushing in his grip. You smirked mischievously, leaning backwards until you felt the cold metal brush against your back. Flattening out, you brought your legs up, shaking them high in the air to allow your ass and thighs to move in rhythm. You felt the air brush past you as bills went flying in the air, and you smiled in euphoria. Money was your love language, and anyone who threw bills at your half naked form became your lover for however long your dance lasted.

You placed your feet on solid ground, leveraging yourself upwards to a full stand, turning around sauntering back to the pole. You wrapped a lone leg around the cold cylinder, elongated from your heels, and jumped into a spin. Your hands gripped high above you, dangling your head back as you swung in a pretty circle, your other leg posed straight down. Once you had found this balance, you let your right hand leave the stability of the pole, running it down the front of your body, over the swell of your breasts and the flat of your stomach, stopping right before you met your center. You slid downwards until both your feet met the stage floor as you crouched once more, popping your ass out to move the muscles one at a time of your cheeks. You glanced backwards, and you were pleased to see the dark haired man’s cold steel eyes locked in on your body.

He was very handsome, as was his blonde friend. Your best guess was that they were in their late twenties, maybe early thirties. You watched the ravenette reached in his pocket, almost in disgust as he pulled out single bills. You couldn’t see the dollar amount from your angle, so you maneuvered back onto your knees to give all your attention to the man in front of you. You tried the same move as before, crawling on all fours as seductively as you could, this time your knuckles wrapped around the very edge of the stage. You learned forward, a couple of feet away from the man as his expression darkened. As if you were a gravitational pull, he leaned forward as well, only a few inches away. Close enough to reach out and touch him, your thumb and pointer finger met the collar of his white button up, softly trailing the fabric. At the same time you reached out, he was doing the same, tucking the small stack of cash in between the valley of your breasts, managing to not touch any of your exposed skin as he did so.

Thinking about your other awaiting customers, you quickly withdrew your teasing, a smirk laced on your lips. You blew the man a kiss, winking, crawling backwards on the stage.

Your onlookers ravaged your body with their eyes as you continued your dance. Your chest was rising rapidly, out of breath as you did your final spin on the pole. You ended your dance in a slow split, toes pointed and curled as you felt your clothed pussy meet the now warmed material of the stage under you. You pulled yourself up after an explosion of cash was tossed on stage, flashing a seductive smile before retreating behind the curtain to the back of the stage. You’d have one of the security guys clean your cash up before the next girl walked on, knowing they’d get a small cut from doing you the favor.

You relaxed your body into a chair in the dressing room, sighing loudly. The room was empty, makeup and costumes littered about the mirror space as all the girls working were either out on the floor or giving out private dances. You just needed the quick break, you had danced pretty hard out there. You were debating switching outfits, as this one was a little too revealing for casually strolling on the floor.

You shrugged, getting up to get into your locker space, retrieving a cropped leather jacket, chains dangling around the body, brushing against your exposed skin and as you pushed your arms through the sleeves. This would at least give you the illusion that you were covered up much more than what you had believed.

Powdering your shiny face before you exited, you breathed in deeply as neon lights greeted you once again on the club floor. You worked at a pristine strip club, ratings high and prices even higher. There was a twenty dollar fee to even get in the place, and when you finally got in the door, the bouncers up front would make a copy of your driver’s license, just in case you fucked up somehow and they needed to add to you the banned list. Which was a pretty long list, hence the photo copies.

The dancers were high quality as well, all different shapes and sizes and ethnicities. It was almost like a buffet, you could get whatever you desired, just had to go out and look first. Everyone working the shifts danced, absolutely no exception. Of course, you’d want to dance though, making exceptionally more money than on the shifts where you’d stick behind the bar crafting drinks. If you were asked by one of your friends how much money you’d make on a night like this, you’d feel guilty as you would humbly lie, not wanting to entice them into auditioning at your place of employment. When the club was at full capacity, as it was right now as you sashayed to the bar, you could easily walk home with a couple grand. This job paid your bills, bought you pretty things, put food in your belly, it meant everything to you.

“Hey, Annie! Gin and tonic, pretty please,” you batted your thick eyelashes at your favorite blonde bartender.

She only nodded, shooting a desperate plea between you and the overcrowded area of the bar area with her eyes. You snickered, feeling her pain all too well, having spent many a night behind the counter, non-stop pouring drinks. Annie slid your drink over as quickly as she could, being stolen away by an already drunken man requesting a round of shots before you could hold a conversation with her. You shrugged, taking large gulps of your glass. You were parched from your dance, alcohol quenching your thirst. You hadn’t realized you downed your cocktail until you felt the clink of ice hit the front of your teeth. You left the empty glass at the bar, turning around and leaning against the counter as you planned out your next moves.

“You should dance to Doja Cat more often,” you heard a familiar voice hum next to you, looking up into the eyes of your security guard, Connie. A black bag you knew was full of your cash was held in his grip, a playful smile on his lips, “Took me like ten whole minutes to clean this up off the stage.”

You laughed lightly along with Connie, “What would I do without you? Could you put that in my locker for me, babe? I just left the dressing room.”

“‘S gonna’ cost you,” he joked, already leaving your form to follow your request. “You owe me a round of tequila shots, Patrón!”

Connie disappeared in the sea of bodies before you could call out a remark. You sighed, flopping your head onto your shoulder, eyeing back the gazes from different men who took in your relaxed body. None of them piqued your interest, and you found yourself feeling quite lonely in the middle of the club.

This was the last place on Earth Levi had pictured himself in. When Erwin had grabbed Levi’s arm, tugging him out of his home office, a strip club was the very last place Levi could’ve fathomed ending up in.

“You, my friend, are going to have a good fucking night!” Levi recalled his blonde friend shouting at him, tossing the much smaller man into Erwin’s passenger seat of his truck. Levi had only grumbled, disappointed his hot cup of tea would become cold in his absence, the novel he had been reading left disheveled on his desk. When Erwin had pulled into a parking lot, Levi finally had taken notice of their destination.

“What the fuck are we doing at a strip club?” he spat through clenched teeth, a migraine coming on.

“Attempting to get you laid,” Erwin smirked, sliding out from the driver’s seat. Levi had no choice but to follow, Erwin not giving him even a moment to try and talk his way into heading back home.

“Why?” Levi was seething, blood pumping loudly in his ears. Why did Erwin care about Levi’s state of his love life, or lack thereof?

“Levi,” Erwin paused, sighing before the entrance. “I’ve known you since sophomore year of college, that was almost six years ago, and that entire time I’ve seen you go out on one date. You didn’t even see the girl again after it either!”

“She was boring,” Levi defended, his eyebrows furrowing. “Most people are boring. Why waste my time?”

“Because, some people are worth it. I forced you to be my friend, and look at us now!”

“You’re not an idiot,” the corner of Levi’s lips lifted.

“I think that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” Erwin chuckled, tone sarcastic. It was true though, Levi would’ve never allowed Erwin to try and befriend him all those years ago if he had been a total lost cause. Erwin was smart though, driven and ambitious. He worked hard and never slacked off, traits Levi deeply admired. “C’mon, what’s the harm in having a bit of fun?”

There was a lot of harm, turns out. Levi was caught completely off guard by how nice this club was, bouncers all over the pristine premise. He visibly relaxed at this point, his inner germaphobe sated. Though he did use hand sanitizer generously before sitting down on the plush chair in front of the stage, Erwin chatting in his ear over how beautiful the dancers were here. Levi half listened, more interested in his glass of whiskey than his best friend. He downed it easily, almost like he was drinking water. Then the lights dropped, and you had walked out.

With all his might, Levi tried to act like he wasn’t enticed, not wanting to bring Erwin any satisfaction. It was true, Levi’s love life was basically nonexistent. Only having sex with maybe three girls in his lifetime, it had been awhile to say the least since he had seen a beautiful woman in this state of undress. When you had leaned down, breasts pressing so sinfully against the stage, crawling towards him all on fours, a primal urge rippled through Levi’s body. Like you were daring him to act out, to cave in entirely to your will.

He felt a piece of himself missing when you exited the stage, but the room felt lighter, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Erwin was in a similar frame of mind, shooting Levi a knowing look.

“Well, what’d you think?” Erwin leaned towards his friend, a small smile on his face.

“I think that’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life,” Levi groaned, uncomfortable admitting this, rubbing his hands across his face.

“You should pay her for a dance, I know I’m definitely going to get one later,” Erwin’s eyes followed a thick dark skinned woman, swaying her hips, winking at Erwin as she walked past. He pushed up off his chair then, “Actually, hold that thought.”

The absence of his friend so suddenly had left Levi feeling awkward and out of place. His lips held an amused scowl as he watched Erwin confidently approach the woman, her luscious lips twisting into a smile of her own as she grabbed his hand, and led him away from Levi’s view. The ravenette stood then, empty glass in tow, and decided that he would need another drink to get through the rest of the night.

That’s when Levi had seen you, leaning so casually against the marble countertops of the bar as if you had owned the place. Your eyes drooping in disinterest, too cool to associate with the crowd around you. You didn’t even seem to notice various men eyeing your form, talking amongst each other, never breaking their focus from you. And Levi had to admit, you did look so fucking cool. The realization that Levi himself had joined the crowd of your many onlookers startled him, beginning to feel embarrassment and guilt for admiring you almost as if you were an object. When your eyes had met his though, and a pretty smile changed your entire expression, any and all thoughts and feelings rocketed out of Levi’s mind.

He felt his feet move towards you before he could think thoroughly. You stayed, still and collected, eyes never breaking from his. As his strides graced closer and closer, Levi broke the connection from you, stopping to your side and calling out an order to a blonde bartender, ignoring you entirely.

Your shock rang through you like a gong, deep and humbling. This wasn’t what you had predicted in those fleeting seconds when you had seen the raven haired man making intentful strides to you. He was close enough to your body that you could hear the soft cotton of his white button up brush against the thick fabric of your leather jacket, and you felt licks of insecurity, a rare emotion for you.

“What? Shocked I’m not down on my knees begging for you?” Levi couldn’t stop the words from leaving his lips, noticing from the corner of his eye that you had stiffened dramatically.

You whipped your head to see him, to see his stupid expression as you were sure this man thought he was God’s gift to mankind. You knew this personality well, a common one with your clients believing that because you were after their money, you were technically working for them. To your surprise, you were met with the man’s steel grey eyes hard set in disinterest.

“No one’s going to give you a dance with that attitude, sir,” you huffed, clawing mentally to keep your cool. “Keep it up and watch how fast we get you kicked out.”

This man, a complete stranger to you, only ‘tsk’ed, digging in his black slacks to pull out his thick wallet, “I’ll pay you a grand if you take me back for a dance right now.”

Oh shit, you blinked, trying to process his offer. That’s a lot of fucking money.

“You have a funny way of showing that you like me,” you quirked an eyebrow, debating internally. “What’s the catch? What’s your thing?”

“My thing?”

“Your kink, your game, what’re playing at?”

“I’m not going to pay you to stand there and talk to me about what I like in privacy,” Levi scoffed, slightly embarrassed at the very public conversation that he believed was always meant to be in private.

“Fine,” your hand shot out, circling around his bicep, his strong bicep. “Let’s go, sir.”

Honestly the pet name was a shot in the dark, your best guess at what could possibly please this very attractive client. His moody attitude was throwing you off of your very whimsical and flirty facade, parts of your real personality peeking through the cracks. You didn’t know that Levi was actually enjoying this interaction, feeling flutters of admiration at your sharp tongue and quick mindedness.

You guided him to the back of the club, a bouncer stationed outside of a hallway. You nodded to the burly man, and he stepped aside and allowed the two of you to enter the hallway of doors. Numbers gold plated on each wooden door led the way, and Levi was starting to feel flickers of impatience.

The feelings settle once you unlock a door, pushing it open and Levi gazing inside. A plush leather couch sat in the center of the small room, LED lights flashing different colors slowly along the ceiling, and you guided him to sit down. His face was passive, and had you known the man’s thoughts in that moment, you’d know that Levi was unbelievably nervous. While he had the help of the liquid courage provided by his whiskey neats, Levi was incredibly inexperienced when it came to beautiful women, more specifically, you.

“What’s your name, love?” you cooed, hand trailing over his bicep as you placed yourself next to the ravenette, taking in his stiffened form.

“Levi,” he managed to choke out, feeling the deep stir of arousal from your simple touch. How could he not be attracted to you? The way you pressed yourself to his side, so tempting, you were an enchantress.

You mumbled out your stripper name, and Levi felt a pang of unease knowing that the ridiculous chosen name was not your real one. Your fingers trailed electricity over his clothes, the pads of your digits playing with the end of his sleeve. You leaned further in, breathing right against the shell of his ear.

“Ready for your dance, Levi?”

Levi gulped, raising a hand to push back his fringe from his face as you stood before him. His hands finally settled atop his thighs, legs comfortably opened and spread as he took a deep breath in, willing his mind and body to relax. Like Erwin had said, what’s the harm in having a little fun?

Goosebumps raised on Levi’s skin as the smooth bass of a somewhat familiar song kicked in. He had heard it on the radio once or twice, finding it quite catchy and therefore had never felt the need to change the station. His heart hammered in his ribcage, mouth drying as he watched you shift into character. A very fitting one, he thought to himself, a total and complete vixen.

Your back arched as you posed before him. His eyes drinking you in hungrily lit a flame deep within the depths of your soul, feeling the dire need to please the man in front of you. You bent down, tips of your fingers brushing against your toes, and then you threw your head back, hair falling seductively around you at the force. Levi was cursing profanities in his mind, a very verbal ‘fuck’ exiting his lips at the sight.

You turned your back to your handsome client, giving him a full view of your scantily clad ass as you teasingly slid your arms out of your jacket. Levi’s eyes followed every move, afraid to miss a single thing, every detail of you and your body becoming his biggest priority. Your leather jacket fell to the floor noisily, chains clanking as they hit the wooden planks. You threw a longing gaze over your shoulder, a pretty smirk on your face, and Levi had the startling realization that he had never felt a stronger attraction to a woman in his life. In fact, the intrusive thought had his mind traversing through past experiences, and had him wondering if had truly ever felt the tingling of arousal that you had awakened in him.

“Levi?” you brought your fingers under his chin to his surprise, angling his gaze to meet your curious expression.

“I’m alright, just,” Levi paused, letting his focus drift away from you. “This is my first time.”

Your face softened at his confession, genuine concern as you spoke, “‘S okay, just let me know if you want to stop at any point. And if there’s anything at all you want me to do, tell me.”

Levi was mildly stumped at the second half of your response. He could make requests of you, of this dance? The last thing he wanted in the world was for you to stop, in fact he never wanted this moment to end as you resumed your routine, eyes never leaving his.

Levi felt the blood rush to his lower half as you positioned yourself on the balls of your feet, leaning over his seated deposition, ghosting your lips over the shell of his ear, “You know, you’re quite handsome. You probably get that all the time, but truly, you are.”

“Thank you,” Levi managed to mumble, thoroughly embarrassed by the heat of your compliment. “You’re very pretty.”

You smirked, pushing yourself back to take in his shy appearance. You had a hunch that maybe if you provided Levi the confidence he needed, this hesitance would melt away. With that in mind, you turned your body once more, hands reaching behind you to undo the clasp of your lacy bra. Levi’s eyes widened, his fingers twitching in anticipation. When the material was released, you let out a silent sigh of relief from the pressure of the tight material. Your mesh top fell off your arms, you gently flicked it to join your jacket on the floor. Instead of showing your freed breasts to your handsome client, you bent down to your toes once more, shaking your ass and thighs. Levi’s eyes were ready to roll out of his skull.

You finally did turn, crouching between the space in between his thighs. Your hands slid from the bottom of his shins to the top of his thick thighs, you felt the subtle flex of his muscles as he tensed. His lustful expression showed you that Levi was less than hesitant, actually he was really enjoying himself now. This was his private show, and Levi was feeling extraordinarily special. He didn’t dare to raise his touch to grace your exposed skin though, not wanting to risk breaking any rules.

Your knees heaved you up once more, and you moved to straddle the raven haired man’s lap. You felt the hump of his erection between your thighs, and you bit back a moan at the sensation. Levi was in a similar frame of mind, trying not to let his bodily instincts and desires take over entirely. You rolled your hips, teasing his clothed length, and his grasp on control was nearly lost. Your naked breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardened from your excitement. By no means were you the kind of girl to sleep with your clients or even entertain the thought, but when Levi’s lids fluttered and he bit the inside of his lip, you were rethinking every morally right ideal you held within yourself.

On par with the beat of the song, you leaned back, hands on his knees, and thrust your hips lazily in rhythm. Levi watched your ribcage expand and disappear under your naked torso, your navel shrinking and opening at the rolling motion. You flicked your hair behind your shoulder blades, your lips parted, and you let out a shaky breath. You were flushed against his hardened member, you could feel your center weeping at the contact. This was not your intention, to rub yourself all over this stranger, but the way his hands twitched and his eyes were so hungry had you feeling things you only indulged in by yourself, in the comfort of your bed and with your favorite pink vibrator.

“Make it fifteen hundred, and I’ll let you take me back to your place,” you mewled against your better judgement.

Levi’s concentration was broken, the whites of his eyes exposed as he shot his attention to your face. His lips contorted into an egotistical smirk, a contrast to his past shyness, “We haven’t even been in this room for five minutes, and you’re already wanting to leave?”

“Two grand,” your eyebrows furrowed, pushing your hips into his pelvis, satisfied when you heard a hiss leave his lips. “Keep teasing, and my price goes higher.”

“I’ll pay you whatever I want,” Levi’s features darkened. “Get your things. I want you to finish your dance when we get back to my house.”

You never did complete that dance. Levi was gripping your thighs and lifting you before you could even protest, your back slamming into the wall after he had unlocked his front door. His lips were all over you, your lips, your neck, your exposed collarbones. Your fingers were woven into his scalp, clinging desperately to the man.

He could barely contain himself on the drive home, seated palming your thighs in the back seat of a taxi. He had sent a quick text to Erwin, not explaining much but letting him know he’d talk to him tomorrow. Erwin hadn’t responded, not that Levi cared, but he had a feeling his blonde friend was in a very similar situation.

“You,” Levi growled into your neck, sliding his hands greedily under the t-shirt you had thrown on in the locker room of the club, “Are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

His teeth sunk where he could feel your pulse the strongest under his lips, and you wantonly moaned out. Although Levi lived a generically organized lifestyle, in this moment all he craved was chaos. He wanted to see your perfect body littered in his marks, his bites and bruises. He wanted to wreck you, bring you out of your nonchalant attitude, stupefying you. Levi was going to fucking break you in all the best ways.

“Levi,” you breathed shakily. “Please, bedroom.”

Levi rammed his clothed hips into the center of your spread legs, your ankles hooked around his waist in this position. You gasped, moaning at the contact. Your nails raked up his back, and you felt a similar urgency as he was feeling, wanting to feel the tear of his skin underneath your fingernails. You felt Levi’s hands grip your thighs to adjust his grip, and soon he was carrying you into the unfamiliar territory of his home. He guided you easily up his staircase, reaching his opened bedroom door and unceremoniously throwing you on your back on his mattress.

Levi was on top of you in an instant, his lips swallowing yours as he grabbed the collar of your shirt with both his hands. He fisted the material, and with a quick fluid motion, he tore the fabric in half. You were shocked, but figured you could easily borrow Levi’s clothing upon your exit. You didn’t stop him as he treated your bra in a similar fashion, thankfully not ripping the expensive lace. He reached under the arch of your back, unclasping it, and you pulled your arms through the straps and the remnants of your poor shirt. Your breasts were on full display for his eyes now, and Levi’s mouth pulled away from you. His hands snaked up your exposed torso, thumbs rolling past your hardened nipples to your neck.

Levi wrapped his right hand around your neck, and your breath hitched in your throat as he mumbled, “You like it rough, don’t you, brat? Want me to use your body however I want?”

You didn’t answer, wanting to seek punishment. His fingers tightened, and you felt a gush of arousal slicken your lower lips. Your hips bucked upwards, eyes pleading as you watched a sick satisfaction cross his expression.

“Answer me,” he spat venomously, leaning in to brush his nose against yours.

“Yes, sir,” you stuttered out, feeling the tips of your ears redden. You were so turned on right now, body responding loudly to every word and touch.

“Good girl,” he praised, not releasing his grip around your neck. His left hand stayed at your breast, tweaking your right nipple roughly, rolling the beaded skin between his forefinger and thumb.

You whimpered, bringing your own hands to rest above your head, stretching your skin more for Levi. His eyes were honed in on your face, all your desperate expressions as his hand left your chest and dipped under the elastic of your grey cotton shorts to meet the lace trim of your panties. His forehead rested against yours, his breath hot against your lips as you panted. When you tried to reach up to capture his soft lips in a kiss, he only squeezed tighter around your neck, discouraging you from trying again. He wanted to watch you squirm, memorize the way your eyes would flicker and your lips would quiver at his touch. His fingers tugged the cotton of your panties aside, and ran two digits across your folds, the pads soaked at the contact.

He circled your clit agonizingly slow, spreading your essence over your hood. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, back arching up to feel some kind of skin to skin contact. Levi was not going to allow this though, and ripped his touch away from your cunt. You whined at the loss, tears pricking on the edge of your lash line. You yelped suddenly when you felt the harsh slap of his palm against your folds. Levi’s gaze was hardened, lips almost pulled back in a sneer.

“Stop, or you’re not getting what you want,” he growled, and even though he was hovering over you, you could swear you felt the vibration from his chest deep in your bones.

You meekly nodded, willing your body to lay there as still as you could be. He smoothed his palm over the reddened area of your center, and his soft, teasing touch returned. His middle and pointer finger spread your lips open, ring and pinky finger kept your panties tucked to the side. Levi tucked his digits inbetween your heat, caressing your folds. It took everything in your resolve to not buck your hips at the feeling of the roll of your clit in between the pads of his fingers. You whined, blinking tears away rapidly.

Levi felt merciful for a moment, and fled his intimate touch down to your fluttering entrance. You could feel your muscles clenching in anticipation, letting out a moan of relief as he dipped the two extremities into your tight hole.

“You’re so wet, all because of me?” Levi teased, brushing his lips against yours. “Such a good slut, you’ve wanted me to touch you since you got on that stage tonight, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” you panted sharply, his fingers curled inside your walls and began to pump. “Wanted your attention so bad.”

“Like I had a choice,” he chuckled without humor, flicking his wrist hard into your core. “You came out looking like that, what was I supposed to do? This, you on your back, so needy, this was the only conclusion.”

He fucked his hand harshly into your sopping cunt at the end of his sentence, sending your mind reeling and your lungs gasping for air. Your plush walls encapsulated his fingers, you could feel the ridges of his knuckles deep inside of you. His finger pads prodded your sensitive spongy spot, and upon hearing your deep groan of pleasure, Levi aimed for that destination with every thrust.

“Feels so good,” you praised, your knuckles white from gripping the pillows above you. Levi still had his right fist around your throat, he could feel your esophagus tighten as every muscle in your body clenched.

With a hasty release, his right hand came down to pay your heaving breasts attention. His lips replaced his fingers, sucking harshly on the most sensitive parts of your throat. You were almost screaming as he plunged in and out of your pussy, your left nipple harshly being pulled with his other hand, his teeth sinking into your neck. Your clit was throbbing with need, your coil in your stomach desperately searching for any form of release.

“Levi,” you cried out loudly. “Wanna’ cum.”

“Are you asking or telling me?” he grumbled against the column on your neck.

“Asking, please, need you to touch my clit,” you begged, too far gone to care about vulgarity, clearing noting the ravenette’s disregard for formality in the heat of the moment.

He let out a ‘tch’ at the nape of your neck, and pulled his fingers from your dripping heat, “You’re not cumming unless it’s around my cock.”

With his soaked hand, he tore your shorts and panties down to your knees in one swift motion. You lifted your legs, allowing Levi to slide them down the rest of the way and throw them onto the floor. Stark naked and exposed completely to the man now, your knees bent in the air, Levi slapped the backs of your thighs. You whimpered, clenching around nothing upon impact. He let out a groan, tugging his button up over his head, not bothering with the buttons. Your hands left the safety of the pillows above your head, fumbling with the belt that rested on his hips. He met your hands, finishing the job for you. Belt unbuckled, slacks unzipped and freed, he stood quickly, shoving the pants and his briefs to the floor.

You jaw slacked in amazement at the sheer size of his cock. Levi was hung, his member standing tall and proud and mouth watering. He returned to you in an instant, positioning his lower half to align with your spread center. His dick throbbed at the wet contact of your vulva, teasing the head against your clit. You threw your head back, arching your back and angling your hips to allow Levi better leverage. His fist flew to the base of his aching length, roughly fucking himself above you. You could feel the tightness of his knuckles as he brushed against you, and you moaned out his name.

“Such a needy little slut,” Levi degraded you, face set in false anger. “Desperate for my cock, huh?”

“Yes, yes!” your eyes screwed shut, you could feel the pounding in your pussy. “Want you so fucking bad. Please fuck me.”

“Please, what?” he cocked an eyebrow, letting out a groan as his thumb pressed into the underside of his head.

“Please, sir,” you begged as a tear fell down your cheek.

“All you had to do was ask, gorgeous,” he chuckled darkly, sinking the tip into your tight little hole.

You thought he would enter you slowly to allow you to adjust to his enormous girth, you were sadly mistaken though as he plunged his entire length deep inside of your soaking pussy. You let out a strangled whimper, more tears rolling down to your chin. Levi wouldn’t give you the pleasure of patience, pulling out just enough to threaten his head falling out, snapping his hips right back until he brushed your cervix.

“Fuck,” Levi moaned loudly, his hands circling the tops of your thighs, throwing your ankles over his shoulders. “Feels so fucking good.”

All you could do was fist the bedsheets under you as he took you violently. Sobs of pleasure racked through your chest, tits bouncing at the sheer force of his thunderous thrusts. The sounds of your cunt squelching around his intrusion was deafening accompanied by the smack of the skin of his balls hitting your ass. Levi pounded mercilessly into your heat, searching for his own heights before addressing yours. Of course he wouldn’t cum before you did, but the way your pussy fluttered around him gave him clear signs that it wouldn’t take much to push you over the edge.

Levi let out an animalistic growl as his pace quickened, slapping the meat of your thighs as his grip adjusted your knees to your chest. He leaned forward, and in the dim lighting you could see the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His steel colored eyes were locked in with yours, lips parted as he breathed heavily from exertion. Levi could feel the burn in his hips as he gave you everything he could, fucking you as hard and as fast as he could.

You were nearly screaming, unable to bite back any noises at his assault. You felt his fingers slither around your neck once more, tightening dangerously around your windpipe. He could feel the collection of your tears in the dip of your throat, and his cock was throbbing at the sensation.

“Crying ‘cause it feels so good, aren’t you?” Levi snarled, placing his sweaty forehead to yours. When you didn’t answer, he released your throat to bring his wet palm in a roaring slap to your cheek, “Answer me.”

“Yes!” you screamed at the tops of your lungs, your cunt contracting at the stinging pain turned pleasure. “Please, please, please, let me cum!”

Levi barked out a groan as he felt your plush walls tighten, making his hips stutter in his rhythm. His free hand came down to your clit, slapping the top of your pussy with no real force. His thumb commenced its own pattern then, rubbing the engorged bud with vigorous intention. Levi plowed briskly, his climax on the horizon. You were quivering under him, fat tears leaking from your eyes as hiccups and whines left your throat. You could feel the soreness in your hole, and knew the second you came, you’d be squeezing the ever loving fuck out of Levi’s massive cock.

“So close,” you sniffled, vocals raw from the pressure of Levi’s fist clenched around your esophagus.

“Gonna’ cum all over me, pretty girl? Yeah, fuck, c’mon, my little fucking slut,” Levi’s eyes were smoldering, veins prominent in his neck as he approached his own release.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” your eyes attempted to close.

Levi slapped your cheek, “Keep your fucking eyes open, bitch. Don’t look away, wanna’ watch you.”

You nodded meekly, the build up in your stomach at its peak. His thumb circled faster, and you could feel every single motion in your pussy as he slammed his fat tip against your g-spot. It was too much, too intense, and you felt your coil snap as you clenched viciously around him.

With a loud gasp of air, not enough due to Levi’s fingers digging into your throat, you couldn’t stop yourself from bucking your hips. Your vision blurred over in thick tears, your skin was burning hot as Levi cursed above you. Your pussy contracted around him in a mind blowing flow, pleasure seeping in every pore and every cell in your body. If Levi had neighbors, or roommates, the noises you were making would be entirely concerning, sounding as if something gruesome was occurring in his home.

Levi was pushed out of your cunt from the pressure, and he dared not to slip back in your contracting hole out of fear of dumping his seed deep in your womb. He pushed your legs flat down after removing his touch from your clit, positioning his hips over yours as he fucked his fist at the same rapid pace he was drilling into your center. Loud moans escaped his parted lips, pistoning his pelvis with a death grip on his red swollen cock. Thick ropes of cum shot across your breasts, his thrusts never slowing.

You pushed your breasts together with your hands, fingers toying at your nipples to visually stimulate the man above you. He growled at the sight, “So fucking hot, yeah, take my fucking cum.”

He stilled, head thrown back as he let his girth fall from his grip, his cum oozing from his slit. You moaned at the sight, your mouth watering. Had you not been in such a hurry from the start, you would’ve gladly swallowed his cock down your throat, consuming every drop of his load. Maybe another time, if there would be one, you thought.

Your orgasms simultaneously slowed, until the two of you heaved heavily from the hard labor of the vigours fucking that had just occured. Levi moved off of you, grabbing tissues from his bedside table, and wiped up your torso. Before he could collect all of his cum though, you let a finger dip into a puddle in between your breasts, Levi’s eyes watching adamantly as you placed the digit on your tongue, rolling your eyes back into your head at the taste.

“You’re so needy,” he teased, a smirk crossing his exhausted face.

“Maybe,” you giggled breathlessly. “Maybe I just wanted a taste.”

Levi hummed, pushing back his dampened bangs from his forehead. He gazed at you in curiosity as you pushed your aching body off the bed, wincing at the indistinct soreness between your thighs, “I have clothes you can wear, don’t worry about giving them back either.”

Ah, so here came the awkward after the one night stand conversation. You smiled politely then, “I wasn’t worried. ‘Was gonna’ steal them one way or another.”

“Lucky I didn’t catch you then,” he mused, pushing himself off the mattress as well. “You’re welcome to take a shower, if you need to. I’m about to get in myself.”

“Nah, I should probably get home, it’s late,” you searched for your phone on the floor, finding it in your jacket pocket as you tapped on the Uber app.

“I can drop off the money tomorrow at the club, if you’re working,” Levi leaned against his bedroom wall, biting his lip as his demeanor changed back to his previous one from earlier.

You smirked, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “Baby, believe me, you couldn’t pay me to have sex like that. I wanted to fuck you, the money was just a fun little fantasy.”

Levi felt his ego inflate at your confession, his own lazy smirk rolling off his lips, “Let me pay for your Uber at least.”

And so he did, walking you out to the car when it arrived. You were swallowed whole by his comfortable clothing, and he placed a sweet kiss to your lips before you ducked your head into the vehicle, closing the door behind you. The car drove off swiftly, and Levi dug his hands in his pockets, walking back inside the comfort of his home to take that much needed shower.

The usual neon lights greeted you as you spun around the pole the next evening, less customers this time. You were feeling the undeniable soreness of your throat and center as you twirled around. Thankful for full coverage foundation to hide the bruises and marks littered across your entire body, no one had questioned why you were walking with such a limp. Well, aside from your favorite security guard.

“You’re off your game tonight,” Connie noted as you placed your sore body onto the bar stool. “Any reason why you can’t sit fully down without wincing?”

You flicked a unamused glance his way, “Any reason why you’re being so fucking nosy?”

“Just wondering why that guy left with last night has been following you around the club all night is all,” Connie took a swig from his beer mug, eyes batting to point behind you. “Hm, yes, very strange.”

You rolled your eyes, turning your head in the direction of his gaze. Your breath caught in your throat as Levi strided cooly over to you, a small smirk on his handsome face. He ordered a whiskey neat over the counter next to you, and cleared his throat as he finally looked into your eyes.

“Thought I’d actually get to catch your dance this time,” Levi greeted. “Y’know, since I missed it last night.”

You heard Connie snort obnoxiously, and your eyes threw daggers in warning. Connie threw his hands up to mock surrender, taking his drink and walking away. You returned your attention to the ravenette beside you, “Just couldn’t stay away, could you?”

“Just couldn’t get you off my mind,” his eyes trailed to the pout of your lips. “When does your shift end?”

“In a few hours, why?”

“I wanna’ see what kind of place a girl like you can afford,” he smirked. “Maybe get a private dance this time.”

“You do pay pretty well,” you flirted, trailing your fingers up to the collar of the fashionable black sweater. “Guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’ll make it worth the pain,” Levi breathed out cockily, swiping his thumb over the swell of your bottom lip. “Wouldn’t want to get out of here now, would’ya?”

“I guess I could for the right price,” you parted your lips, lightly biting down on the tip of his digit.

Levi didn’t respond, instead he grabbed your wrists and led you impatiently out the door. You’d text Connie later and have him hold your tips until your next shift. You had a very important client to dance for.

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a different lover is not a sin

or: 5 times Dean didn't go to Pride + 1 time he did

Happy @starrynightdeancas gift exchange posting day!!! This one's for the wonderful and talented @andzia267 !!! Sending you all the hugs and good vibes, and I hope you enjoy it! And thank you Sophie for hosting all this, you're a rock star! <3

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CW: homophobia, queer used as a slur, john winchester being an asshole

1 - 1994

Dean was fifteen years old when he found out that being gay was something people could be proud of. It was early in the morning, they'd left their motel about 20 minutes before, and Sammy had fallen asleep in the backseat. The sun was just starting to completely show over the horizon, and they were driving through– or rather, struggling to get out of– Phoenix on their way to a possible poltergeist in Tucson. Every street they tried to take was blocked for the big event, and dozens of people already lined the sidewalks with colorful outfits and signs.

"Fuckin' queers," John grumbled in the seat next to him. "Never should'a thrown that damn brick."

Big banners overhead displayed "Stonewall 25: A Global Celebration of Pride". Dean made a mental note to hit up a library once they got to Tucson to look that up, "Stonewall". In the meantime, he was mesmerized staring out the window. Guys held hands, women kissed, everyone was practically vibrating with excitement. A black man in heels and a wig caught his gaze through the window and waved. Dean started to wave back, but his hand was harshly swatted back down.

"Do not," John said. "Don’t talk to them, don’t even look at ‘em. These people are sick in the head."

Dean focused his gaze on his lap until they were out of the city, and his mind wandered back to the gas station they stopped at the day before. He thought of the guy at the cash register that called him "cutie" and winked at him as he bought a candy bar for Sammy and beers for Dad with his fake ID. By Dad’s logic– which Dean trusted, of course–, that cashier, that queer, must've been sick in the head.

Then Dean remembered how his heart sped up, how his ears got hot, and how for a second he let himself think the cashier was kinda cute too. He realized he must also be sick in the head, and the thought was making him feel actually, physically sick. He felt like throwing up. Dad could never know.

Dean was fifteen years old when he learned that being gay actually wasn't something to be proud of.

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2 - 2000

Dean was 21 years old when he learned the word “bisexual”. Dad had caught word of a ghoul case in lower Manhattan and sent Dean to take care of it. It was starting to get too hot and the streets were too crowded, but Dean was mostly glad to get a break from the constant fighting between Dad and Sammy.

Except it was June, and every time he turned a corner, there they were. The Pride parade flyers.

The second he spotted a rainbow he averted his gaze. He turned another corner and spotted another one. He avoided reading them at all costs. He heard Dad’s voice. Sick. Sick in the head.

For years now Dean had pretended he wasn’t sick. He pretended to not stare at Patrick Swayze too much whenever Dirty Dancing played on TV. He pretended like he didn't imagine what it would be like to kiss a guy, what stubble would feel like against his lips if he ever did.

He liked women. He could stick to women. He could live his whole life like that. And that meant he wasn’t totally sick, right? He wasn’t gay -gay if he liked girls.

But then what the hell was he? Would he even belong at one of these Pride things if he wanted to? He was probably a freak of nature. Even sicker than the rest of the bunch.

Curiosity got the best of him. He spared a glance at one of the flyers as he waited to cross the street.

Gays, lesbians, bisexuals, transexuals, ALL WELCOME

“Are you gonna go?” A voice next to him asked. ”It’s next weekend.” He was blond, pale, and a bit shorter than Dean.

“What? No! I don't swing that way,” Dean said, a bit too quickly and with too much bite.

The guy looked him up and down with a frown. “Geez, alright. Just askin’.”

He started to walk away, and Dean spoke up before he could stop himself.

“Hey man, wait.”

The guy stopped walking.

“Sorry, can I ask you something? Assuming you... know about this stuff?”

He seemed exasperated, but he turned anyway, willing to hear Dean out. Dean licked his lips, rubbed at the back of his neck, swallowed nervously. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, asking a stranger on the street about something so personal. At least the chances of meeting this person ever again were close to none.

“What’s bisexual?”

The guy’s features softened a bit. He seemed to understand something about Dean that so far Dean refused to acknowledge.

“It means you’re into more than one gender. And yes, you can do that,” the guy said. He flashed Dean a tight smile and then disappeared into the crowd.

Dean felt his hands go numb and balled them into fists, shoving them in his pockets. He took a deep breath through his nose. The guy said you. You are. You can.

The guy didn’t know what he was talking about. He knew nothing about Dean. He was wrong.

Or maybe he was right.

But he couldn’t be.

Dean couldn’t be… that.

Dean was 21 years old when he decided he wasn’t bisexual. He wasn’t anything. He was also 21 when he solved a case in record time (two days), just so he could book it out of New York before the next weekend arrived.

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3 - 2004

By the time he was 25 years old, Dean knew he was bi. He hated it, he never spoke about it, and he ignored it as much as he could, but he was aware of it. And he knew he was bi because, at 25 years old, he’d already gone through two serious breakups, and they both equally sucked.

The first was Lee. He hunted with Dean and John for about a year, the second half of which Dean and Lee spent sneaking around and hooking up behind John’s back. It was fun, and hot, and exciting, and some of the best hookups he’d had up until that point in his life were with Lee.

But the thing is that it wasn’t just hooking up. They were close, and Dean liked him. A lot. They kissed for the first time after a particularly scary werewolf hunt in which Dean almost died, but John was more preoccupied with the mostly-unharmed victim than his own son. Dean and Lee rode in the backseat, bruised, bloody, and quiet. When John went to walk the victim up to her apartment, Lee reached over and placed a hand on Dean’s back, asking him if he was okay. Dean fell into Lee’s arms, and they kissed as they pulled away from the embrace, soft and comforting. It was Dean’s first kiss with a guy.

Lee was a lot of firsts for Dean over the next few months. But then John almost caught them once, drunk and making out in the Impala.

And then that case in Arizona went wrong, and Lee just couldn’t take it anymore. He packed up, swore off hunting, hugged Dean goodbye, and left him in the dust.

Dean needed to clear his head after that. He could barely look his dad in the eye after that close call, couldn't let him see the sorrow he was feeling. With every interaction, he imagined how John would yell at him, probably try to beat it out of him, if he noticed all he was feeling over Lee. Or worse, John could ignore him, practically disown him like he did Sam.

So he also packed up and left. Went hunting on his own for a while.

It was on one of those hunts that he met Cassie, and she was yet another handful of firsts for Dean over the course of a few months. She was amazing, and he fell hard and fast, but of course that went up in flames too.

Then again, he should've known better than to be honest. Honesty only ever got him in trouble.

He’d just left her back in Ohio and was working at a bar in Indianapolis for a few weeks to make some cash. He’d eventually meet back up with Dad. He just couldn’t right now. Not with Sam gone to college. Not after getting his heart broken twice over within a year.

He was hyper-aware of the end of June approaching. He knew it was coming, Indy had a pretty big celebration, and he made sure to be working all day that day so he wouldn't have to face it.

That was pointless, though. Toward the end of the day, a big group of about ten or twelve people who were clearly coming from the parade stumbled into the bar. One of them was apparently the owner’s little sister and they went there every year after the celebrations. They were loud, and obnoxious, and looked incredibly happy. Their happiness was contagious, and Dean loved serving them. He chatted them up, got to know them a bit, and heard all about the parade, all while staring down anyone at the bar who dared look their way with even the slightest stink eye.

But watching them that happy and comfortable, seeing not one, but two pairs of guys sloppily leaning against each other and sharing the occasional kiss while none of their friends seemed to bat an eye… something in Dean ached. Deeply.

Dean was 25 years old when he realized that a small part of him kind of, sort of, wanted to be part of this community. He couldn’t though. Not if he wanted to be on good terms with Dad. Not if he aimed to be the man Dad wanted him to be.

He left Indianapolis the next day.

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4 - 2008

Dean was 29 years old and on his own personal highway to hell when he learned his brother went to a Pride parade before he ever did. They were driving through San José, the streets were lined with ads for Silicon Valley Pride, and Sam just casually decided to mention how fun it was the last time he went.

Thankfully they were at a red light, or else Dean probably would’ve slammed the breaks. He twisted to look at Sam head-on, his arm on the back of the seat.

“You what ?” he gawked.

Sam shrugged innocently. “What?”

“You went to one of these Pride things?”

“Yeah, dude.”

Dean’s brain was just trying and failing to load. “Why?” he finally asked.

“Jessica was in the GSA and some friends invited us. It was awesome.”

“She was in the what?”

“The G. S. A.,” Sam answered slowly. “Gay-Straight Alliance.”

“Oh.” Whatever that is, Dean thought. He kept eyeing the flyers. It was tomorrow.

“Green.”

“What?”

“Light’s green. Green means go.”

Dean rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

He kept driving and turned up the radio. Somebody To Love was playing, and as much as he liked Queen, he had to change the station. He tried to picture his little brother (his straight little brother) wearing rainbow face paint and having the time of his life at this thing. How come Sammy got to go when Dean could barely entertain the idea? Dean was the not-straight one. It wasn’t fair.

He channeled his jealousy into gripping the steering wheel.

“You okay, Dean?”

“Yeah.” No. “Yeah, m’fine.”

Dean was 29 years old when he died and went to hell without ever having gone to a Pride parade, knowing that his idiot ( straight! ) little brother already had.

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5 - 2014

Dean was alive again and 35 years old (75, if you count hell) when he was formally invited to a Pride parade for the first time. It was a couple of days after that whole mess with Cas in Lucifer’s crypt, and he called Charlie. He just wanted to hear her voice, needed to know he was still on good terms with at least one of his best friends.

“So anyway,” Charlie said after a while of recounting what she’d been up to. "How single are you right now? My answer is: miserably."

Dean chuckled. Then he thought of Cas, and the smile disappeared. "Yeah, you and me both, sister."

“Would you mind coming with me to this thing next month? Going alone kinda sucks.”

Dean put the phone on speaker and placed it on the library table as he sat down with a beer. “What’s the thing?”

“Pride.”

Dean was glad no one was around to see him almost choke on his drink.

“You good?”

“Yeah, what was that?”

“Pride parade. Don’t have anyone to go with this year.”

“Why uh… Why? Why me?”

She knows.

“I dunno.”

She knows she knows she knows.

“You’re my friend, Dean. Thought maybe you might be interested. But never mind, I guess.”

And while all the alarms in Dean's head were blaring danger danger danger abort, he also hated to hear Charlie so disappointed.

“Hey, no, listen, Charlie, I… I would. Really. You know I support you, wholeheartedly." And that's obviously the only reason I would want to go. "But with Sam doing these trials, and Cas on the run with the angel tablet–”

“It’s okay Dean, I get it. Talk to you soon?”

“Yeah.”

And she hung up.

Dean knew, at this point, that there was nothing wrong with being queer. It wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, and it sure as hell didn’t mean you were wrong in the head or whatever.

But years of pretending to be a false version of yourself in an effort to please a man who was impossible to please wasn’t exactly an easy habit to break. As much as he wished it didn't, as much as he wished he could just exist, the thought of anyone finding out still made him sick to the stomach.

John’s voice still echoed in his ears. His words still drove Dean’s sense of self-worth and so many of his decisions. He tried to never stare at a good-looking guy for too long. He tried to not get too into it with Benny. He tried to keep his feelings for Cas at bay, tried to keep him at arm's length, tried to keep the fact that he was in love (deeply, stupidly in love) as close to his chest as he could.

Even that night at the crypt choking out the words to get through to Cas, he couldn’t bring himself to say what he meant. I love you, he’d wanted to say, because it was the truth. What came out, however, was I need you. And he did, he needed Cas more than air, but it wasn't quite everything.

It still got his heart split in two.

Was he so far gone over Cas that he couldn’t hide it? Had he been trying so hard and failing just as miserably this whole time? Was his attraction to dudes that obvious? Or did Charlie just have a sixth sense for this kinda thing?

It was probably the last one. He hoped it was.

Cas knew, for sure. Angels knew everything right? They could read minds, feel longing, or whatever. And if none of that ever tipped him off, well, Dean put it all on the line back in that crypt. He told Cas how he felt, told him he needed him, tried putting himself out there, and it got him left. Again. With Dean, it was always leave-or-get-left when it came to love. He was tired of it.

Dean was 35 years old, desperately in love with his best friend, and truly heartbroken for the third time in his life, when his other best friend– an out and proud lesbian– gave him a chance to go to Pride, to break through his shell, to finally embrace himself as he was; but because he was practically living in the closet, he couldn’t seem to find the handle after so many years of purposefully ignoring its existence, and he missed his chance. Besides, what was the point of going to a celebration of love without the love of his life by his side?

---

+1 - 2021

Dean is now 42 years old and the happiest he’s ever been. The love of his life? Cas? Turns out he’s felt the same way all along. They're kind of together now, and slowly but surely they’re working through a decade’s worth of shit.

They’ve been raising a kid together too, along with Sam and Eileen, and that kid is also God. After saving the world and whatnot, Jack decided to bring back some of their friends and family that died over the years: Mary, Kevin, Charlie. Yes, there are two Charlies now, but it’s not as confusing as you’d expect. (One is from another dimension, and the other one is Dean’s little sister. Simple.) Mary’s off hunting most of the time and Kevin’s applying to college.

They’ve got extended family now too, Jody and the girls. OG Charlie is staying with them for now, while she finds her footing. Most of that household is queer. Most of Dean's household is queer as well, actually. Turns out both Jack and Eileen are non-binary, Cas is gay in the broader sense of the word, and Dean…

Dean is bi. And everyone knows now.

Apparently, a lot of people had known for a long time. Sam has known since the siren back in ‘09 (even though Dean stands by the fact that it wasn’t like that, Sammy ), and everyone has slowly picked up on his and Cas’s thing over the years, so there’s that.

He still feels a bit weird about it. About calling Cas his boyfriend, about having the freedom to hold his hand in public, about the fact that they now have goddamn pride flags hung around the bunker. He feels even weirder about the fact that John’s voice in his head is now drowned out by the sounds of his home life, more lively and supportive than he ever expected to have.

He wasn’t expecting any of this, he didn’t think everything would change so fast. But when you spend the better part of your life pushing down such a huge part of you and then finally give yourself an out, a chance to show the people who love you who you really are, everything just... follows.

Love follows. Acceptance follows. Family follows. And he wasn’t really expecting any of it.

He certainly doesn’t expect it when Cas walks into the library after his weekly Thursday evening call with Claire and announces, matter-of-factly and with air quotes, “We’re going to "Pride" this weekend.”

Dean’s stomach drops. It’s the Sioux Falls Pride Parade and Festival, it’s in two days, and they’re leaving tomorrow to spend the night at Jody’s so they can all be there bright and early Saturday morning. Everyone immediately starts bustling about, packing and planning outfits and gathering flags to bring with them.

Dean just goes to his room– his and Cas’s now– to pack a small duffle.

Well, he means to. Instead, he takes out the duffle from the closet, puts it on the bed, and sits next to it for a while. An hour goes by. He thinks back to all those times he had brushes with one of these things and was just never in the right mindset. He’s not even sure he’s in the right mindset now, but he’s going. It’s happening.

“Jack’s all ready to go,” Cas says when he walks in. “We spent about half an hour putting together an outfit for Saturday. He wanted it to be as colorful as possible.”

Dean smiles, but it’s not all there. He looks at the empty duffle next to him.

“Yeah, I might need some help with that myself.”

Cas is in sweats and a hoodie. Yes it’s June, yes it’s hot, but he’s a quasi-angel, and the way he experiences the world Dean will never be able to wrap his head around. He walks over and stands in front of Dean, running a hand through his hair and down the side of his face until he’s cupping Dean’s jaw. Dean takes Cas’s hand and leaves a few kisses on the inside of his wrist, closing his eyes as he does.

Cas regards the empty bag and hums quietly, as if in thought, before walking over to their closet. Dean chases his hand, holding onto it until he’s completely out of reach. Cas starts searching, and Dean’s stomach knots more and more with each clang of the hangers. Cas finally pulls out a flannel from its hanger– purple with hints of blue and pink– and tosses it over. Dean can’t believe he didn’t think of it first.

They continue to pack in comfortable silence before changing and getting into bed. Dean doesn’t flop onto his stomach or cuddle into Cas’s side as he usually does; instead, he lies on his back and stares at the ceiling in a daze.

“Dean?” Cas’s voice snaps him out of it.

Dean turns his head and asks, automatically, “You okay?”

It’s a habit by now, asking each other that question. It’s part of the working-through-a-decade’s-worth-of-shit thing they’re doing. Turns out they share a whole lot of trauma. They share worries and insecurities. They share nightmares sometimes, mostly about the Empty.

“I’m okay,” Cas says, putting his hand on top of Dean’s heart for him to hold, and Dean can breathe a little easier.

“You nervous about this thing?” Dean asks, interlocking their fingers.

“The parade? No, not really.”

And then, because he's been working on communicating how he's feeling out loud or whatever, Dean looks back up at the ceiling and says, "I am. Kinda."

He feels Cas shifting and propping himself up on his elbow, and then he's in Dean's line of sight. Dean's gaze is drawn to him, like all of him has been since the moment they met, and Dean can't believe he just has this now. He has a boyfriend, and it's Cas, and he's looking down at Dean with stars in his eyes and a comforting smile that actually works because it's Cas.

And then Cas is leaning down and softly pressing their lips together, and that's also something Dean can’t believe he gets to do: kiss Cas good morning and good night and at any moment in between, kiss him I'm sorry, kiss him we're going to be okay, kiss him I love you.

"I love you too, Dean," Cas says once they've pulled away, and Dean didn't even realize he'd said it out loud, but it doesn't matter. "And you don't need to be nervous. I'll be there with you."

The thought should be a thousand times more nerve-wracking, not just going to Pride but going to Pride with Cas on his arm. It's not nerve-wracking at all, and he soon drifts off to sleep.

Friday goes by faster than it should. The six-hour drive to Sioux Falls, although packed in a car with five people, goes by in a blink. They stop for provisions before getting to Jody's, filling up on backpacks' worth of snacks.

They get to the house and are met with endless hugs and excitement to match. Patience, Alex, and Jody are already working on dinner for the bunch, while Charlie, Donna, and Kaia are running around prepping for the next day and dragging along a hesitant but nevertheless happy Claire. Dinner is chaotic and loud and there are way too many people at the table, and Dean has to step outside after a while.

He sits on the back porch steps. Claire joins him. She's holding a beer, he's not. He hasn't been drinking for a few months now. They don't talk, but she leans her head on his shoulder and they stay there a while, looking at the stars.

When they go back inside, Claire sits back down in her spot at Cas's left, across the table from Dean, and leans on his shoulder for a while too. It's her way of saying she cares, of saying I missed you without really saying it. Jack sits at Cas's right, talking excitedly with Patience about some tv show or other, and the image fills Dean with such fondness that he reaches over with his foot, presses it to Cas's ankle, and keeps it there for the rest of the night.

Dean, Cas, Jack, Sam, and Eileen spend the night spread out around in the living area while the girls sleep in their respective rooms, and Dean is only slightly less nervous as he falls asleep holding Cas’s hand.

---

The nerves all come flooding back as he’s parking the Impala the next morning.

They’re not able to get even remotely close to Phillips Avenue since the streets are so full. They park the three cars that all twelve of them came in as close as they can and then have to walk for another twenty minutes. From blocks and blocks away, people walk and holler and greet them excitedly, many of them trying to circle this swarm of flanneled individuals that are taking up a whole sidewalk. Granted, Dean and Claire are the only ones in their usual kind of outfit. The rest of the bunch is wearing as many colors as they could compile from their closets, half of them are wearing face paint, and the other half are carrying an assortment of pride flags.

They fit right in.

The walk toward the main avenue of the parade is kind of a blur for Dean. He knows he waved at a few people, some friends of Alex from high school joined the group at some point, and Jack already grabbed a snack from his backpack.

The actual parade is also kind of hazy. Getting out of the house that morning had been probably even more chaotic than the night before, so they’re a bit late and the parade has already been going for a good half hour. On top of that, they accidentally merge into it not quite at the starting point but a bit further down the road, in between a decked-out pickup truck and a group of people with dogs. Music is blaring, the dogs are all barking, a big float rides a few yards in front of them, and hundreds stand on the sidewalks recording on their phones and cheering them along.

Dean’s not sure they’re even supposed to be in the actual parade. Maybe they’re supposed to be on the sidewalks? Is this right? What is happening, what is he even doing here?

He doesn’t notice how heavy he’s breathing until Cas is squeezing his hand and beckoning him to meet his eyes. He does, and the blue in them, as imposing as the Atlantic, drowns out everything else around them. “You’re okay, my love,” Cas says. It’s a fact. As long as Dean is with him, he’s okay.

On his other side, Dean feels someone link their arm around his. It’s Charlie, and she’s beaming at them, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. It brings Dean back to reality, grounds him, but he’s okay now. He’s not alone, and he’s meant to be here.

He’s proud to be here.

The parade leads up to a sloping park, and at the lowest point of it, there’s a stage where Dean assumes someone will MC for the afternoon, or maybe perform. It’s grandiose in its simplicity, kind of like a Greek theater, with everyone settling down on the grass around it, expectantly.

“We’ll be right back,” Dean hears Sam say, and he turns to find they’re all set to spend the afternoon, towels laid and backpacks off (save for his). “Jack wants to go meet the drag queens,” Sam says with just a bit too much glee before he and Jack take off.

“It’s not just Jack,” Eileen smiles and follows.

Cas is already sitting, eating one of the PB&Js he packed as lunches for everyone. Jody and Donna are settling down as well and Charlie’s taking a dozen pictures, but the rest of the girls are all standing. “We’re gonna go check out the vendors,” Claire announces, and they start to take off as well.

“Be careful, please!” Dean calls after them, but they pay him no mind. He turns to Charlie. “Hey, your majesty, keep an eye on them will you?”

She smiles, bows gracefully, and heads in the same direction.

Jody stands and grabs Dean by the arm, beckoning him to talk in private for a second.

“What’s up?”

If Dean knows Jody at all, and he does, they’re on the brink of a mom talk.

“Look around, Dean.”

“What for?”

“Just look,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Please?”

So, at her request, Dean starts taking in the environment. Now that everyone is gathered, he can actually see all the people that came out (heh) for the event. There are church groups, pet shelters, skateboarders, and rollerskaters. Drag queens are already taking pictures by the stage, and at least two people are wearing unicorn heads. A few vendors’ tents and food trucks surround the park, and rainbows completely dominate the scenery. There are elders, and kids, and all kinds of families and couples, and everyone looks… happy. Free.

And Dean is here with them. He is one of them.

There’s no danger, no monsters of any kind. No one to judge him, hurt him, call him sick in the head.

He finds Claire’s blonde head amongst the sea of shoppers at the edge of the park. She’s holding hands with Kaia and has one of the biggest smiles Dean has ever seen on her face. There’s no shame in it, and she’s not in any danger either. Things are different now, and she has the freedom to be herself that he never had at her age.

He has it now too. He can be himself.

Dean doesn’t realize he’s about to cry until Jody pulls him down into a hug.

“Dean, I am so proud of you.”

And then he cries.

---

They spend the afternoon laying on the grass, eating, drinking, and enjoying the festivities. The girls come back from the vendors’ tents after a full hour, and most of the bags on their arms are Charlie’s. She gets Cas a mug that says bee yourself in rainbow colors with an image of a cartoon bee, and she gets Dean a button pin that says AC/DC in pink and blue. There’s a meaning behind that apparently, and Dean decides he’ll look it up later.

Jack memorizes all the drag queen’s names. Donna takes a million pictures. They trade numbers with a few people.

There’s a big fireworks show just after sundown. It starts to get windy and a bit chilly, so Dean grabs the nearest pride flag and wraps it around himself. Cas, the perpetual freak who just doesn’t feel temperature apparently, is wearing a t-shirt and shorts and smiling at him unabashedly.

“What?”

“That’s the bisexual flag.”

So it is. “Shut up,” Dean says, but he’s smiling too. “You want in on this?”

He doesn’t wait for Cas to respond before he wraps it around his shoulders as well. The fireworks continue.

“You know,” Cas says after a beat. “As beautiful as they are, pyrotechnics are extremely damaging to the environment.”

Dean can’t help but laugh because of course, Cas would say something like that in a moment like this. He laughs and laughs and regrets being the only one to have heard that; then again, he’s the only one who could’ve found that funny.

He laughs a bit more, wipes a tear, and sees that Cas is still just solemnly watching the show.

“Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?” He replies and then turns his head.

Dean wants to kiss him. He wants to kiss him so bad. Then he remembers where he is, physically and in his life right now, realizes whom he’s surrounded by at this very second, and decides that he can.

So he does. It’s not unlike the way he kissed Cas when they rescued him from the Empty. Granted, there’s less sweat, blood, adrenaline. But just like that day, they’re both on the ground, and the gesture catches Cas by surprise. Just like that day, Dean pulls Cas in gently by the back of his neck and there’s no hesitance or fear. Just like that day, he just does it, presses their lips firmly together, and relishes in the taste of Castiel, in the feeling of the person he loves most in this world kissing him back.

The one big difference is this: that day marked the beginning of the rest of his life. Today? Today is just Dean’s first Pride.

[bigtittydemonwife]

The pasta’s love language Part 1

Jeff The Killer 

Protectiveness

 this is the most obviously way the bastard man lets you know he cares about you 

Behind the asshole tsundere attitude and I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude about life lays another smaller asshole and buried deep under that lays the small boy that picked a fight with three bullies to protect his loving brother

Weather it’s him decking o**enderman for being creepy or saving you from a tricky last victim it seems Jeff always knows when your in trouble 

So low-key about it you never really notice his eyes on you until you’re being helped, and even then you never notice how they never leave

Jeff is like a dog, but not the loving wagging tail dog, the asshole that stands on your feet with his sharp claws, rips open your pillows and terrorises the mailman so much your mail is delivered by drone.

but he is also the dog that late at night sneaks onto your bed and whenever there’s someone strange approaching you on the street at night stands in front of you and bares his teeth 

Physical Touch 

Jeff’s love isn’t soft

Jeff’s love is as rough as he is 

Jeff’s touch is soft head-pats after you put someone in their place 

His touch is high fives after a successful mission where your hands linger together

His touch is quick side hugs before he goes off to go do something stupid 

Cheeky neck kisses in front of others to make you flustered 

fingers running though your hair or down your sides whenever he gets bored 

easiest way to get cuddled by this man? after a mission when he’s too tired to act like a tsundere  

Jeff is funnily like a cat in this regards, his cuddles are fun but he has to want to, otherwise it’s deemed as unnecessary

Defensiveness

Jeff isn’t a rational man 

So when he gets jealous his first response is to just stab the guy and run 

Ass a traumatised stubborn teen Jeff is quick to anger but he toe’s the line (aha reference) at when people disrespect you 

Is he an asshole to you all the time?

Yes

Is he the only person who can be mean to you?

Yes

Despite what everyone thinks Jeff does understand the difference between mean teasing and just being an asshole 

And if your someone like me who shows your love to people you care about by teasing and being mean to him he’s gonna understand if your friends are the same way 

What he does not accept is anyone who dares treat you like your lower than them 

thats when he pulls out his knife and commits stabby stabby 

Ticci Toby 

Physical Touch 

Unlike Jeff when Toby is in love he’s a touchy feely person

And once again unlike Jeff when it comes to cuddles Toby is most likely to be the one to initiate cuddles 

On a good day Toby recharges with touch

Most of the time he’s all over you 

His favourite way to cuddle is him on the bottom with you on his chest and your face buried into his neck 

If you cuddle with him like that theres a 97% chance you are not leaving any time soon 

He loves to hold your hands alot, Toby hands are an eternal mystery as sometimes their cold as fuck and others their super warm

After a really bad day when he’s had his alone time and recharged (which can take as long as a week) he just wants to lay with you a bit 

this usually happens when he’s burnt out (missions do not help) 

on days like that he wants to be held in your arms and rest his head on your chest

that way as he falls asleep he can hear your heartbeat and know your safe and alive 

Compliments 

Toby is an asshole, but he’s a lovable asshole 

And on a good day when he’s happy and in love he’s acting like a lovestuck school boy 

He’s the type to give you either the cutest nicknames or the weirdest 

One day he’ll call you love the next Mustard 

 His compliments are the sweetest thing ever because of how special they are 

instead of complimenting something basic about you (well not basic but well seen by everyone) he compliments you on some of the most obscure things that you didn’t think anyone noticed about you 

“I love how fast you talk when you get excited”

“I love easily you get along with sally”

“Your eyes glow in the sunset, it’s really pretty”

Ben Drowned 

Space

Ben is an antisocial person. 

He’s not bitter about it but most of the time he prefers to keep to himself 

Ben understands if his partner isn’t like that, but one of his ways of showing love is giving them space to be their own person 

While Ben does love to spend time with you and share interests and hobbies 

He is a human demon? ghost? thing that loves alone time 

And by giving you space and your own time alone it’s his way of letting you still have freedom to be you

Ben recharges his social battery with a quiet atmosphere so alone time or cuddle time is his favourite thing to do with you when he’s down

Don’t get me wrong he loves cuddles 

But that doesn’t mean he’s going to be clinging to you 24/7

Acts of service

Ben is a patient person 

Despite what people think all his years of gaming have taught him a lot about taking his time and how easier it is to get things done when he’s chill 

So he’s quite alright with doing things for people when they need help 

But even so he’s still his own person 

So he doesn’t usually do it for free unless it’s for someone he really cares about 

And that’s when you come in 

Ben is basically ready to do anything for you 

Will Jeff call him a simp? Yes, will he care? No 

In the end of the day he’s getting ass and Jeff’s not

Anyway 

You could ask him to hack the government for you and he would 

But basic shit is him bringing you snacks he stole from Jeff’s room when your hungry 

He just likes making you happy 

Physical Touch

Ironically enough in complete contradiction of the first one Ben actually loves spending time with you 

Not all the time, otherwise in his opinion the time he gets with you will feel less special 

But when either of you have a bad day he likes to either cuddle you and take a nap or hold you while you both/ he plays video games 

Ben’s a ghost? Thing so his body is always cold 

That’s one of the reasons why he loves holding you so much is feeling your warm body against him 

He likes to nap on your tiddys because 1) he’s perverted and 2) he likes to hear your heartbeat 

He finds the sound of it fascinating 

Sometimes he feels his pulse just because the shock of not feeling anything is fun to him 

Ben is probably one of the easiest pastas to date 

He’s like a house cat

Just give him attention and water and he can fend for himself all good 

Eyeless Jack 

Giving Gifts

Jack in love is a very very confusing thing 

Not because he’s contradictory but because the way he flirts sometimes ties into his demonic animalistic tendencies 

For example 

His gifts to you can sometimes be very sweet things that instead are normal gifts like flowers or chocolates but instead small things like breakfast in bed after a stressful mission (He may or may not use his acting like a doctor as an excuse yes EJ is the mansions doctor fight me bitch)

and then other times it’s organs like a heart or an eyeball, bones or a skull (sometimes animal) and sometimes even teeth, if your lucky most of the time once more they just belong to some pour animal in the woods 

and they say romance is dead

Jacks way of showing love is sorta a mixture of how some birds gift their mates things to flirt and how cats give their owners dead animals

He’s cute I swear 

Acts of Service

Unlike Ben jack isn’t going to drop everything to please you 

but once again the way he shows his love is more casual(?) (I mean he gives you dead things to show his love that ain’t casual)

and if he’s in a good mood/ had a good day then more often than not you’ll find yourself being spoiled in a completely Jack way?

You’re thirsty? He made you both coffee/ tea/ hot chocolate 

You’re on a mission and it’s raining? Take his jacket (not like he’s gonna die from the cold)

You’re hungry? Take a snack from his secret stash that no one else is aloud to go through (though most of the time it’s filled with organs)

Jack hates it when his lover is stressed so he likes to do whatever he can to help them out 

Physical Touch

I hate to sound stereotypical but Jack does this the most because he is extremely touch starved 

Trust me he’s not into PDA at all but behind closed doors he’s finding any excuse he can get to touch you ( with your consent )

he loves sleeping together because usually at night he’s reading or trying to piece together his broken parts

But when he’s holding you in his arms, and whispering how much he loves you in your ear when he’s sure you’re asleep he feels like he doesn’t to be whole 

that he can’t expect you to fix him at all, but being with you is enough to make him feel like instead of being broken, being fractured is alright 

But weather it’s his hand on your cheek on your hands laced together Jack likes to feel your skin against his 

fucckkkk I’m tired, this like took three days, you’re getting a part two when I don’t feel like my head’s trying to kill itself and no I did not spell check this nor will I ever as spellings for pussys and people who graduate school 

[kkusuka]

We all know how looks can be deceiving right? I’d love to request head cannons of Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Terushima, and Atsumu with a gf that’s gifted with that super-soaker, wet-wet pussy, a pro at riding that dick, and has the gwak gwak thotty throat slobber 9000 but she is so shy, cute, and innocent at first glance. She looks like the soft-spoken librarian but when they get down and dirty, she puts her body to work and these bois just don’t know how to act from how amazing she is. Let’s say they teased her too much, so she revoked their sex privileges for a few days (not knowing how addicted these guys are on her body). Desperate bois are best bois 😈

:o

i’m shell shocked anon, you’ve blown my mind

Cw: hair pulling, super WAP, kinda fem dom but not really, severe pussy-whipped men  

Kuroo

firstly, he thought you were the innocent type up until you sucked him off for the first time

Honestly, he thought you were a total virgin prude

It wasn't really his fault, you two had met as lab partners for an AP chemistry class

You know, a class full of nerds and people he just assumed would get a job and married when they were thirty

Looking back he should have caught on after seeing you unconsciously jerking of a test tube

But, contrary to popular belief, kuroo is not the social cue master

After a few months of dating, you guys were just a horny time-bomb

Ahh~ the first blow-job, one for the books

He should have known it was going to be good just from the way you were unzipping his jeans, was it normal to almost cum just for your girlfriend palming you?

When you did get his dick out and had it all the way down your throat within the minute, he really did think you were a godsend

He didn't even know what you were doing with his balls, but whatever it was it was working

You didn’t gag or cough, even when he grabbed that back of your head and practically face-fucking you

(the real kicker was when you licked your lips after he came  and gave him that small fucking smirk, mans was done for and he knew it)

Even with all that, nothing, and I mean nothing compares to the first time you guys went at it

when I say that you guy made out for five minutes when he went under your panties and felt the pacific ocean in your panties

He was about to propose right there (and about to cum in his pants for the thousandth time)

He didn't need to but he still rubbed a few circles around your clit, but apparently, you were ready enough

Considering you grabbed his dick and fully sunk onto him in one motion

Poor baby didn't know what hit him

You had to have done this before, and if he hadn't met you in class he would have been sure you slept around and learned everything in the book

You would clench every time your sims met and- AND THAT THINGS WITH HIS BALLS AGAIN

His mind was bungled, especially after you had both come and you fell onto his chest going back to the shy and sweet version he knew you as.

What the hell was that????

Was he fucking you or were you fucking him?? Because at this point he didn't even care

After that experience, you fucked like bunnies, all the time, even in school more than a few times.  

And we all know kuroo can't shut his mouth

And he always teases you about how cute and mouse like you are outside the bedroom and how it's like he’s dating two different girls

....that hit a nerve...

Two different girls??? Well he’ll just have to endure one girl until he realizes what a blessing you are

5 days, 120 hours, 7,200 minutes, and 432,000 seconds, that's how long he lasted

He was going insane, and so he explained that he didn't mean it in a bad way and that he loved how you acted

Forgiving him you rewarded the poor cat boy, 5 rounds for five days

(he didn't want to admit it but he’s pretty sure his dick would have fallen off if you didn't relent when you did)

(he just didn't want to admit that he was pussy-whipped)

Bokuto

You actually had met at a library

One of his teachers wanted him to get a bit of extra tutoring and volunteered you for the job.

You had hit it off great! Personality-wise

(you’ll never tell him but it was frustrating that he clearly didn't understand anything you were telling him)

And you were so sweet and cute, and such a good teacher

He would know that if he wasn't too busy just staring at you and thinking about you and thinking about what you like and what you wear outside of school

(or how good your lips look, or how your thighs look so soft, or that when you get up he can see under your skirt.)

Your guy’s first time was an experience

(bokuto is the cunny easting master, don't call me out)

More cunny juice = more food for owl man

He was excited, somewhere in his mind he knew that it was gonna get better from then on

He wasn't wrong either, although he didn't let your mouth near his dick just yet, he knew that would be good considering the ‘art’ you've created on his neck

The true fuckary started with him on top, but the second he was in you he...froze

Poor baby was shell shocked, you felt better than he had thought, and he just slumped over, you thought he came but he wasn’t ready for it to end so soon

He just sat there for a few minutes, fucked out, before you just decided to flip you both over

That was more his speed at the moment

So he grabbed onto your hips for dear life and you got working

Within two minutes the two of you had created a pool of juices on his bed (bokuto had a lot of precum ok), not that he really cared

You were not competing with anyone but he already had you 2 to 0

(point 1 for the meal and point 2 for being an Olympic dick-rider)

I am also a firm believer that bokuto thrusts up, he just can't help it

You are too addictive, or the way you ground onto him in between every bounce was addictive

I also don't believe that you could even truly deny bokuto sex, he was good at guilt-tripping and he was soooooo adorable

(not to mention the puppy dog eyes  he does that could convince good to do his will)

So I’m sure the only way he wouldn't get sex would be no nut November.

(aka the devil's month of torture, actually not month, week give or take)

This year it just happens that he set a new record, 8 days

He went a whole 8 days without trying for sex

Truly he went about 10 days before he stopped begging and just took matters into his own hands

(under enough pressure Bokuto become a hard dom and no one can say otherwise)

The entire time he was telling you how pretty you were and how well your pussy takes him and that you had no ‘right’ to tell him he couldn’t have sex

He even gained a new phrase “this pussy belongs to me”

You were going to have to set some things straight once he was done ;)

Iwaizumi

You were on the student council, it felt sacrilegious to think anything but pure thoughts about anyone on the council

(that didn't really stop him)

honestly, from the moment his crush festered he wanted to ruin your little innocent vibe  

You always smiled so sweetly at everyone, and just seemed like a true goody two shoes.

And that point seemed to have been correct when you began to date

Until! The fateful day where his perceived innocent girlfriend pulled a full 180 on him!

Firstly, you had offered, out of the blue, to suck him off in the middle of the movie you were watching.

Second, he asked if you knew how, and you giggled at him with that smile he loved so much

Thirdly, when you did get his dick out, you swirled some of the pre-cum on his tip with your thumb, he started getting a bit suspicious

Lastly, you completely swallowed him down, face pressing on his hip, cheeks hollowed.

That’s when he realized that you did know what you were doing

(that also arouse the thought that you had been with someone else, which was counteracted with the fact that you knew how to suck dick by practicing on hair brushed and popsicles)

((it also helped that you barely had a gag reflex))

Truly trying to put that to the test, dom iwa came right out, grabbing your hair and telling you  to suck harder

And you impressed the man, to say the least

After that he had to fuck you, he really just had too

For the first time, he went with a solid missionary, just to test that waters

He didn’t think anyone's pussy should feel like that, but since you were his it was ok

All was well he was lost in the feeling of your pussy and the deciding moment was when you pulled him against you and started to grind your body onto his

You were putting a whole lot of body into it too, and you were so soft, and unless he wanted to cum early something was going to have to change

So he flipped and changed to doggy style, which made thighs worse???

From there you got tighter and he could see all of the wetness drips from your fold onto the sheets

Yup, you were the one for him

(solidified when he pulled your hair and you moaned like a street whore)

As for the no sex thing, that was a ride

It started when Makki asked you if you were always dripping for iwa

And after a week of no sex, he confessed to letting them on his phone and  watching a recording of one of your nightly escapades and he was sorry

(and he just wanted to show them what they were missing, y’know brag a bit)

That was, and he says the only time, he let you try to dom him

You truly were the most amazing woman in the world

Konoha

( i made him kind of an ass lol sorry)

You wee the girl who sat next to him in class

(not to be mean, but he thought you were a nerd)

You always had your uniform covering everything and you were always playing with your short sleeves

You raised your hand a lot in class, always had a pencil to borrow

He just assumed that you had cobwebs in your pussy

Proven wrong at one of the volleyball teams parties, you had apparently been dragged there by a friend (surprising)

And you both were dragged onto some weird spin the bottle game

The bottle would spring and someone would draw an action from this jar and the two people would have to do it in a bedroom in the house

Seeing as that’’s how fate goes you and him were chosen

A blow-job card was chosen

And he laughed with a friend about how you wouldn’t know what to do

Mistake, that struck a real nerve, was this guy for real?

Oh hell no

Being the baddie you were, you walked to him, grabbed him by the arm, and locked lips, breaking away after a moment you asked if he was ready to go.

Poor boy didn't even respond, he just nodded and stood up

Two minutes in, he knew what he had done

You were blowing him like it would be your last time, it should be illegal to be able to suck someone off that well

And damn you pulled away right before he was going to cum.

And then just left him! Walked out of the closet like nothing had ever happened

That couldn’t be it, he wouldn't let that be it

After two weeks of non-stop begging from the guy you agreed to a date, which led to many dates

Which led to him finally being able to fuck you

God damn, he didn't think it would get better, and it did, it really did.  

You were laying on top of him and grinding your entire body onto him

Dripping all over him and squeezing him like crazy

He was never going to let you go

Now, that same friend from that party seemed very intrigued with your relationship

And he just can't help but tell him about how amazing you were, it just sucks that he did it right in front of you in the middle of lunch

Pussy pass revoked

He didn't think he did anything wrong so he went two whole weeks without any touch and he went crazy

He fell apart and apologized

After he begged enough you gave him the pussy pass back

And now he doesn't do anything to jeopardize it

Terushima

this is gonna sound weird

But

I feel like terushima knows when someone is a good lay

It's like a secret talent of his, he just knows and his radar went off when he saw you

But he thought it was wrong at first considering you were wearing leggings and a huge sweater

Not good fuck material  

But he had to make sure, so he just walked up to you and asked if you were a good fuck

Surprisingly you didn’t punch him in the nuts, instead, you laughed at him and said that he would just have to find out

And that he should at least take you out to dinner first

Adm he took you up it, made it the best damn dinner date he’d ever be on

And you reward him

With what?

The best damn blow-job he’d ever get as long as he lived.

And it fit that to the T

It started with the little licks and swirls, then, you gotta catch the man off guard, and just take his entire dick in your throat

And with that, he was sure he had superpowers

When He came, fairly quick for his taste, you swallowed all of his cum and he was ready to marry you

If he needed to take you on a date for that, he would take you on a date every day for the rest of his life

(not every day) but that's what he did

But eventually, just a blowjob wasn't enough, oh no he knew you had a tight hole

And he knew you were gushing most of the time (ushy gushy my pussy-)

If making him suck the fingers you used to fuck yourself after he came was anything

And you tasted good, really good

He was so ready for it that he let you ride him the whole night

He thought his dick was a]going to fall off, you were just that damn good

It was insane, you were almost using him as a dildo, grinding your clit on the base of his cock

And you looked glorious, he was going to have to talk to you about recording it so he could watch it over and over

Maybe show a few people-

And that's what he did, poor unfortunate soul got the silent treatment for two days before he fell apart

He literally got on his knees and asked for forgiveness

(biggest simp on the planet, but only for you (and your dripping cunt))

He’s sure to never do it again, he’s also sure that if you asked him to step on him he would let you

(and I think he’s the most pussy-whipped)

Ok maybe you didn't fully forgive him until he showed you what his tongue piercing could do, but it was worth every moment.

Atsumu

Honestly, he was dared to sleep with the next girl who walked through the cafeteria door

And that just happens to bring you, miss. I remind the teacher there was homework

(Well he actually wasn’t really sure about that but that's what you looked like and he was already regretting his decision.)

In defense of him, your hair was in a messy bun and you had this teacher's pet aura around you

But he would be damned if he lost this bet to his brother and Suna, oh no

The moment he wa[lked up to your table you knew what was happening, and shut it down immediately

After that, you officially had his attention!

Lucky you!

Unlucky you for the fact that all he wanted to do was get in your pants.

But lucky you again because you could hold this over his head!

But one day you just woke up and chose dick (respectable)

So when atsumu did his daily “c'mon baby, you know you want some” you just stood up, scaring him

(he finally thought you were gonna kill him)

Instead, you grabbed him by the dick, literally grabbed his dick through his pants, and tugged him all the way to the roof

“Hey-hey baby, no need to be that rough”

“Shut up, Miya. pants down, now”

That was not where he thought that was going but he isn't going to complain.

“You want your dick wet so bad? Here you go!”

Honestly, he could die happy.

Not so sound gross, but you were slobbering around his cock like a pro. Now that left the thought, you had to have done this before.

You had hands on the back of his thighs pushing him further down your throat, hollowed cheeks, damn he should’ve done this was sooner

He was gonna cum-

And your mouth was gone, your hand was jerking him but that wasn't nearly as nice

“Lay back.”

Yes, yes he will do that. If what’s about to happen is what he thinks is about to happen  

And now your pussy was above his face. Ok a little detour but he’ll take it

You were literally dripping onto his face while he got to work, and you went back to sucking him off

Yup, heaven.

After you both came he made sure to tell you that that had to happen again.

And it did, you rode him to hell in the hole to heaven, and he couldn't help himself from telling the entire volleyball team about how good you were

Now he really didn't think about what would happen if the news got back to you

But he definitely didn't think that meant a whole week of nothing

Well nothing for him, you made sure to send him more than a few videos of rigid dildos and fingering yourself

A week of torture, but when it was finally over he had an entirely new folder of spanking material

he was sure about who he told about your escapades, as in he told himself and Osamu if he just wanted to vent

poor guy was paranoid now