#am I writing? yes. am I writing what I should be writing? no

[dykepuffs]

This is why we can't leave the Disgusting Fantasy Havers out in the cold too.

Cut because this is a long rant and maybe people don't want to see it and if I wasn't on mobile I would have spawned this off into its own post sorry.

(I am deliberately picking an unpleasant, ugly, disgust-provoking topic, to prove the point, don't assume you know what I personally am into from this!) Because;

"They write stories about UNDERAGE and NONCON, so I bet they are real life child abusers, they should get the rope!" Being said about people who have never been near a child and have never shown any interest in them, can easily become-

"Him and his partner RP as Icky Daddy and Spoilt Stepson, and they're really *realistic* about it, they should get the rope!" Which becomes:

"Him and his partner call each other Daddy and Boy, you know what that means REALLY, they should get the rope," which becomes:

"Those two have an age gap, and the younger one dresses in cute bright colours and the older one is all serious, they're totally doing age play shit, they should get the rope." which turns into:

"Those two might be the same age, but when we raided their house we found a cuddly toy on the bed, which suggests they do ageplay, they should get the rope."

Which gets reported as "Local paedophiles evicted in raid, paraphernalia confiscated." Everyone is relieved when they get the rope.

When someone has already decided that queerness is quasi-incest (All the late-c20th horror over the concept of lesbian feminists calling each other Sister!), is unnatural, is always-coercive (because the Queer must have preyed on the Confused), they will always be able to make you - yes, you, your milquetoast vanilla bean relationship- look like abuse, and like the worst kind of abuse, the kind you should be hanged for. And anyone who defends you or says "oh hold on I don't think that's really proportional..." will also be called the worst kind of predator (after all... they're showing excessive sympathy for groomers and sickos... going out of their way to say these freaks aren't evil when idek i just think some fantasies are evil! Being horny about something harmful and gross doesn't make it morally neutral... seems sus idk idk...)

If you and your partner rent a house together, they will say one of you must have coerced the other by trapping them financially. If you met at school, the elder one corrupted a minor (That two month age gap is a lot to a seventeen year old who was just finding their way in the world!). If you met at a bar, you tricked them when they were too drunk to evaluate the risk. If you care for your disabled partner, you're sexually preying on a poor cripple... Or the devious deformed degenerate has perverted the natural caring urges of an innocent helper into something sexual and sinister. If you're in a long-term relationship it's a sign of incorrigible and unrepentant deviance, and if you are single it was only a matter of time before you preyed on an innocent passer-by.

Do not trust. ANY. Arrests for public indecency. Honestly, don't trust any arrest at all, the state isn't your friend and the carceral apparatus isn't "good" when it happens to chew up a murderer or an abuser, because those are just the seasoning that gives it license to also chew up all the "deviants" that are stumbling blocks for the project of fascism.

If they do start rounding queers up it won’t be with the gestapo, but the police, and the crime won’t be written down as being queer, but public indecency, the indecency being queer in public, but that’s the quiet part no one will say out loud.

[moonstruckme]

Hello lovely!! I am obsessed with your emt!poly marauders stories🧡. I'd love to request the emt boys taking care of sweet reader after getting an iud insertion. Thank you so much for your writing!! xx

Thanks for requesting lovely <3

cw: reader with a uterus, cramping, it took me until after writing this to realize you probably meant at a hospital or something so sorry about that! but thanks to @ellecdc for helping me figure out how to fit the boys being emts into this when I was being clueless :')

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

The volume of the television is turned down low, the apartment you share with your boyfriends quiet but for its soft hum. You’re curled up against the arm of the couch. Remus is in the armchair adjacent, and your bum is squished against James’ thigh, your feet tucked half underneath his lap. You think Sirius is nearly asleep on his shoulder. You’ve all had a long day. 

Remus leans over to peer at you. He frowns when he sees you’re awake. 

“Alright, sweetheart?” 

You hum. 

A warm hand lands on your shoulder, and you turn your head to find James frowning at you too. He rubs your arm. “I thought you were sleeping,” he murmurs, concerned. “What’s wrong?” 

You took paracetamol PM as soon as you left your appointment. Between that and how much energy you’d used up on dread during the first part of the day, both your boyfriends and you had expected you to crash immediately after getting home and sleep the afternoon away. Unfortunately, you haven’t been so lucky.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you say. With two worried boyfriends looking at you, you’re trying to be reassuring. “I’m okay.” 

Unfortunately, a third only joins the mix. Sirius blinks, groggy, his cheek ruddy where it was smushed against James’ shoulder. 

“Then why aren’t you sleeping?” James asks gently. 

You give a little shrug. “Cramps.” 

Sirius coos, reaching for you. He gives your calf a squeeze. “They’re bad, hm?” 

“Not awful,” you say.

In truth, none of this has been as awful as you’d prepared yourself for. You were on the brink of cancelling your appointment, teary and reticent as the boys tried to get you ready this morning and reassured you over and over again that they’d be there to help you, but the procedure itself had lasted less than five minutes. Even now, your cramps aren’t much worse than they usually are on your period. Enough to prod you awake each time you start to drift off, but not so awful that you’re shaking or sweating like they sometimes get. 

Sirius tsks. “You should have said. We can give you another paracetamol, you’ve only had one.”

Hope must show on your face, because Remus is up in the next second. “I’ll get it. Anything else you want while you’re awake, dovey? Chocolate, tea?” 

“No, thank you,” you murmur. 

Sirius makes a low, pitying sound and folds himself over James’ lap, resting his head on your curled-up legs. “No appetite?” he asks, pouting at you. 

“Not really,” you admit. 

James frowns. “What about your heating pad, angel? Would that be alright?” 

“Oh.” You’d forgotten that was an option. “Yes, please.” 

Remus goes to collect. He does bring you a few pieces of chocolate when he comes back, just in case you decide you might like it—it’s as if he can’t help himself—and you take your paracetamol with some water while James situates the heating pad over your belly. 

He encourages you onto your back, unfolding your legs so your knees sit over his lap. Sirius goes to get another pillow, settling it behind your back. 

“How’s that?” 

“That’s great,” you sigh, meaning it. The angle of your legs seems to have helped somehow, in addition to the heat soothing your muscles. “Thank you.” 

“Are you propped up enough?” James takes your water once you’re done, setting it on the coffee table for you. “We can get another pillow.” 

“No, this…this is good, thank you.” 

“Her back might hurt, too,” Sirius says—not to you, but to Remus, who nods. 

“I’ll get the spare.” 

“The spare what?” You watch Remus go at a businesslike pace back down the hall. “My back does hurt, actually.” 

“The spare heating pad,” Sirius explains. Each of the boys seems to have taken on a more serious manner, their movements efficient and practiced. Sirius helps James lift your back, allowing Remus to slip the heating pad beneath you before he plugs it in. “How’s that, baby? Too warm?” 

You settle back down, pleasantly surprised when your pain eases further. “No, it’s nice. It’s sort of like being in a cocoon.” 

He grins, squatting beside you to press a fond kiss to your nose. “Sure you don’t want more pillows?” 

“This is perfect. Really. It’s a couch, it doesn’t have an up-and-down lever like a hospital bed.” 

You watch James blink as he processes what you’re saying. Sirius laughs. 

“Oi! We’re just trying to take care of you.” 

“The only way you know how,” you tease. 

“Oh, my angel.” James leans over you, hugging you sideways. He’s warm and pleasantly heavy, almost better than both your heating pads combined. “I’m sorry you’re hurting,” he mumbles, kissing your chin and the hollow of your neck until he seems to find someplace worth staying in your chest. 

“It’s not that bad.” You stroke his hair. “Anyway, it’s not your fault.” 

“No,” he says, cheek squished to your chest, “but I do feel sort of complicit in it. I was there when they did this to you.” 

“James,” Remus chides. “Don’t make them sound so villainous. She’s still recovering.” 

You laugh a little at that. It’s worth the twinge in your gut. “It’s okay. I’m not all freaked out about it anymore. It’s over with, anyway.” 

Remus softens. “It is over with. You did really well.” 

“Well, all I really had to do was lie there.” 

“You were scared,” Sirius says frankly, sitting down and pulling your feet into his lap. “I know that makes it hard. I’m proud of you, sweetheart.” 

Your voice quiets shyly. “Thanks.” 

Sirius gives a soft smile. He rubs his thumb into your ankle fondly. 

“Feeling sleepy yet?” James asks. 

As if on cue, a yawn takes you. Sirius awws and you hear Remus exhale amusedly from his chair. 

“Sleep it off, love,” he says. “Even if the cramps aren’t gone when you wake up, they should be better by then.” 

You slouch into your pillow, getting cozy. “This has helped a lot. Thank you, guys.” 

Even though you’ve closed your eyes, you feel James’ smile smush his cheek into your chest. “That’s what we’re here for, m’love.” 

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Febuwhump Day 20: “I did good, right?”

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

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f1gossip: transcripts of y/n’s radio moments before her crash. despite y/n being conscious in the aftermath, there seems to be evidence of head trauma in her responses.

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user1: who hurt my girl…(other then herself)

↳user2: right?? Like girl you just crashed, why are you so worried about whether or not you finished…

user3: petition to wrap her the fuck up in bubble wrap and give her some damn comfort

↳user4: double signed!

↳user5: I’ll triple it if we give her some damn blankets and like tea or hot chocolate

↳user3: oh absolutely

user6: redbull I am in your fucking walls. Treat our girl right!

↳user7: right????? Like fucking he’ll she should NOT be that worried about the race — she should be worried about herself

user8: oh this really clarifies her recent posts…

↳user9: she’s a fucking riot

↳user10: for real! We need to see her drunk cause I bet that shit is funny af

user11: I don’t know who is y/n or what f1 means but I googled her after seeing some of her posts (funny and relatable) but I hope she’s doing all right?

↳user12: everything looks like it will be ok user11. y/n is a race car driver in the formula 1 series and she’s gotten into a few bad crashes before

↳user12: her being conscious is a good thing!

↳user11: oh that’s good to hear!

↳user11: and race car? Like cars from Disney?

↳liamlawson30: yes

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[ao3-shenanigans]

Hey. I've been thinking about writing but I'm not sure if I should post stuff I wrote so far. It just seems like others in the fandom I'm in just know so much more about the source material or have better ideas on it

Any advice you have?

Hmm, I also tend to get worried about and bogged down in trying to get details right.

A few times I ended up trying to go back to find that one episode to try and find exactly what that random guardsmen’s name was, and to be honest, I didn’t need to

My advice is to do it anyways.

If there is a detail that you’re worried isn’t true to the source material, ask yourself- can my story still be enjoyed without it? If the answer is yes, the shopkeeper can remain unnamed and the the exact age of the mc in the flashback can remain vague

As to who has better ideas, there’s no right answer. Fandom is a community where, similar to a book club, all interpretations are valuable! The better question is- do I enjoy this idea? Does it make me excited to write? Am I having fun?

As a reader, there a fanfictions I’ve read where I’ve not personally agreed with an idea, whether it was a ship, au, character arc, whatever, that didn’t stop other people from loving the fic, leaving comments and kudos and having a wonderful time. There have also been fics I’ve read where there were 14 versions of the same idea by different people. Some were less fleshed out than others but that didn’t stop me from enjoying all of them!

In summary, the big question is: are you having fun? Will you stop having fun if you post it? If the answer to the first is yes, and the second is no, then you’re all set!

[etoilesombre]

yes! ok hi as a resident dark content enjoyer and sometimes-creator, and also a mental health professional (i have a license and everything! i know it seems like i spend all my time writing fucked up porn, but i actually get paid to talk to people about how to deal with being a person. kind of the best day job ever) i am here to make a serious case. a fucking plea.

STORIES ARE A GOOD AND NATURAL PLACE FOR HUMANS TO EXPERIMENT WITH DARK CONTENT.

stop interpreting people's taste in media as an indication of their morals, or trauma, or psychological state.

one of the most amazing, unique, wonderful things about being human, probably the thing in which all the other amazing wonderful things are rooted, is that in addition to understanding our own internal lives (which other very big brain mammals probably also do) we are uniquely able to imagine ourselves behaving in ways other than we do. making different choices, experiencing different consequences, living whole other lives. this is essential not only for empathy, but for the development of moral systems, both as a society and as individuals. at the most basic level we need stories about doing things that we should not in fact probably do, unless we want to have to learn that lesson first hand every time.

and! that is not to say stories have to be cautionary tales about what happens if you actually do dark things. another amazing thing about humans is that we are curious. we like stimulation and novelty, we like to push limits, test out situations and experiences. most of us are drawn to thinking about things that are outside of our own comfort zones to some extent. stories are a fantastic, safe, harmless way to play with the potential range of human experiences. and that IS a great way to cope with trauma, actually, but it's also just fun! enjoy your amazing big brain and the weird shit it can get off on! and for what it is worth, i do not have actual data on this, but in a world in which i was given good research funding i am very sure that i could prove that, at a population level, 'reads fucked up shit on ao3' would actually be strongly negatively correlated with 'has been a perpetrator of violence' for a whole variety of reasons.

a talking point i often see when defending the consumption of dark content is that it’s a coping mechanism for those with trauma which is very valid and true but i also want to make this abundantly clear: you can like dark content for no reason. you can enjoy fucked up shit in fiction because it’s enjoyable and entertaining. trauma is not required as a ticket for entry. enjoy your dark content bc it’s fun and sexy and don’t let anyone take that away from you

[wlwsoccerfics]

Mission: Love Birds(AnnKatrinBergerXJessCarterXKeiraWalshXBergerReader)

Summary: you have a big crush on your ex teammates Keira. You Play for FC Barcelona still. At national Camp you Talk to your older sister Ann Katrin about her and she ends up talking to Jess about you having a thing for Keira.

You are roommates with your older sister. Which you both loved cause you barely saw one another. You currently were unpacking your stuff.

"so did you finally got together with Keira or are you still Dancing around one another?" Your sister asked.

"No we are not together!" You told her and sighed. Your sister gave you a confused look.

"You clearly have a thing for one another! Otherwise you wouldn't have hooked up so many time while she was still in Barcelona with you!" She stated. You nodded your head softly.

"i mean yes, we clearly like one another but it's complicated! For one, Lucy is my best friend and Keira is her ex!" You tried to explain. "She didn't mind us hooking up but i don't know If she would Like me Dating her ex!" You explained. Your sister rolled her eyes at you.

"i am quite sure If she is fine with you and her between the Sheets, she would be fine with you making her Happy and be with her for real!" Anne answered. You couldn't really argue with that Logic.

"okay yes you might be right! But i don't know how to start this conversation!" You told her.

At the same time Keira was sitting in the gaming room at England Camp. She was deep in thoughts . So Lucy walked over to her and sat with her.

"Keira? What's going on? Are you okay?" She asked her. Keira took a few seconds to realize someone was talking to her.

"luce, yeah i am okay. just thinking. You know?" She explained and sighed softly.

"thinking about what?" Your best friend wanted to know.

"i can't seem to get over y/n." She admitted. Lucy smirked softly.

"you are in love with my best friend? Not surprised! It's quite obvious to everyone! Why don't you tell her?" Lucy wanted to know.

"cause things are complicated!" Keira stated.

"why is that?" She asked and looked confused. "you both like eachother." Lucy added.

"cause Long Distance can be tough! As you may know!" Keira said. Lucy rolled her eyes, playfully.

"i know it can be tough, but it also is so worth it!"Lucy answered.

A few hours later you were playing FC 2025 with Lea & Klara while your sister was in your room, calling Jess.

"No i am serious she looks like a kicked puppy! We need to do something!" Anne told her girlfriend. Jess sighed softly.

"from what i have seen today, Keira is the same. I saw Lucy talking to her today. And i heard y/n's name being mentioned!" Jess admitted.

"See, let's figure something out. We can involve Lucy cause sounds like she already is on board with this!" Anne said.

Jess actually went to Lucy about this.

"Lucy, we have to figure something out about Keira and y/n! Anne said y/n looks just as miserable as Keira does. All the two have to do is ask one another if they should give it a try both of them are anxiety filled messes!" Jess stated. Lucy laughed softly.

"yeah that sounds like them! Let's do this!" Lucy answered.

What they didn't know was that something was happening right now at German National Camp. Something that might make things work out for you without them even having to do anything.

You were having a practice game when you were practicing Corners and Klara accidentally landed on top of your arm cause there was alot of pushing going on. The crack was heard on the entire Pitch. Your sister was by your side really quickly.

"it's okay, it's okay. I got you!" She said as you sat up. Sitting against her now. The medics coming over right away.

"i am so sorry, y/n!" Klara felt really bad.

"not your fault!" You breathed out. Trying not to look at your arm, which clearly was broken. You were taken to the hospital for X-rays.

After that practice was cut short. Anne called Jess to let her know what had just happened. And Jess promised to inform Lucy. Since she was your best friend.

"Lucy! Y/n got hurt during practice today! It Sounds like her arm is broken! She is still at the hospital though!" Jess told her. Keira was with her so she heard it as well.

"oh no! That's terrible! I will call her soon to Check in!" Lucy answered.

"i will call her as well! I feel bad for her that Camp is over for her!" Keira stated.

"yeah me too!" Jess said gently and sighed.

Indeed your arm was broken, but you didn't need surgery. So that was good. But you did make the decision since Camp was over for you, that you would go and see Keira and finally asked her to be yours!

So you flew to see the lionesses, Jess picking you up from the Lobby to show you up to Keiras room, the one she was sharing with Leah. When you knocked on the door Leah opened it. Smirking softly to herself.

"Keira? There is someone here for you!" Leah stated. Keira was confused and walked over to the door.

"y/n? What are you doing here?" She asked but gently took your hand to pull you inside. Leah quickly slipped out of the room to leave the two alone to talk.

"i needed to see you! The entire time i was at Camp, which wasn't that long...but still...i was thinking about you! I think about you alot actually and i want to be with you! I Hope you want that as well! Cause otherwise i just made a fool out of myself!" You explained to her. She pulled you in for a kiss, and you happily kissed back.

"i am all in!" She said when she pulled away. Smiling at you.

You May ask yourself if love making was possible with a broken arm. Yes it was.

Everyone was glad you two finally have gotten together. So you left the next morning with a smile on your face and flew back to Barcelona where some of your Friends were already waiting on the Gossip. One of them was Olga, Alexias girlfriend.

[cuubism]

Order of Operations (3957 words) Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Human, Graduate School, Established Relationship, Engagement, Marriage Proposal, Fluff, elopement, Explicit Sexual Content, Cooking, Idiots in Love, engagement to wedding speedrun, Incredibly Sappy, how to occupy your adhd boyfriend Series: Part 12 of Complex Maths Summary: Dream was just trying to tease. He really didn't intend to propose NOW.

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Complex Math wedding fic for you :]

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Dream has become well-attuned to when Hob is getting restless. It happens at intervals. Sometimes when he has been working too much. Sometimes, conversely, when he is just getting bored. He needs something to occupy his mind, and his hands—and Dream does love being what he occupies himself with. So yes, he knows when Hob is restless, sometimes before Hob himself.

Like now, when he’s staring at his laptop screen, lines of utter computer gibberish Dream doesn’t comprehend, and bouncing his knee. Chewing on the end of a pen. He keeps looking over in Dream’s direction, like he means to say something, then pulls himself back from doing it.

He has, in fact, interrupted Dream three times already in just the past hour, breaking his train of thought. Looking for distraction, for stimulation. Well, Dream thinks, if he is not going to get any work done on this proof due to Hob’s fidgeting, then he might as well have more fun with it than this.

“You are restless,” he says, putting aside his work.

“Sorry,” Hob says. “Should I go for a walk? Am I bothering you?”

“Yes,” Dream says, and Hob looks crestfallen—until Dream takes his hand and tugs him up from the table. “So I must make better use of you.”

“Oh, yeah?” He sounds interested now, and it cuts through the fog of distractibility that sometimes descends. Dream does love being interesting.

“If you’re going to interrupt my work, I think there are better ways.”

“Oh… yeah?”

Dream squeezes his hand, smiling to himself. This will help. Hob needs a grounding exercise. Besides which, it will be fun.

“Yes.” He brings Hob into the bedroom, pushes him lightly on the chest so he sits down on the bed. Hob looks up at him like he’s starving, like he does sometimes when he just really needs something, and selfishly, Dream loves it. He loves being the one on the end of that look.

He works Hob’s shirt off, then his socks and trousers. All the while Hob gazes at him, enraptured. “Go on,” Dream says, unexpectedly soft even to himself, as he prods him further up the bed so he’s lying back against the pillows.

“Want to explain what you’re doing?” Hob says, but doesn’t sound like he’d be too perturbed if Dream didn’t. If he just took Hob along with him.

“As you are incapable of letting me finish my work,” Dream says, “I think you will have to be my canvas.”

“What does that mean?”

Dream snatches up a marker from his nightstand, and uncaps it, straddles Hob’s thighs, pulling a punched out breath from his lungs. “Stay still, so I can write.”

He writes the next line of his proof—starting from where he left off—right under Hob’s collarbones.

Hob jumps, smudging one of the strokes. “Dream, that tickles.”

“Stay still,” Dream orders, and feels a rush of arousal when Hob goes still again. “Don’t make me restrain you.”

“Jesus Christ…” Hob watches, rapt, as Dream keeps writing. It is… significantly harder to concentrate on solving this problem while sitting in Hob’s lap than it was while just listening to him fidget. A predictable obstacle, but then, the point of the exercise had not truly been to finish his work.

“I will reward you,” he says more softly, “if you are good.”

Hob’s voice is breathy, and his chest rises and falls sharply under Dream’s hands. “Will you?”

“My Hob,” Dream says fondly, and Hob actually shivers at the tone of his voice. “I know how hard it is for you to concentrate sometimes. So be good, and pay attention to me, instead.”

“Always,” Hob swears.

Dream tries valiantly to actually work on his proof, but it is, of course, a fool’s errand. Hob is the greater pull of his focus. The strength of his thighs where Dream is straddling them. The rise and fall of his chest under Dream’s hands. He stays very still, and each time Dream looks up Hob is looking at him, gaze heavy. Dream’s writing swiftly devolves into gibberish.

Still, he kisses Hob lightly on the mouth, a reward for being good. Hob is hard under him, but with great effort, he pays it no mind, yet.

“You’re cute when you’re all focused,” Hob teases, and Dream kisses him again, more to quiet him this time. Except it is pleasant to kiss Hob, and so he loses himself in it for some moments, his own ignored arousal stirring within him.

Disobeying his orders to be still, Hob curls his hands in Dream’s hair. Dream cannot find it in him to scold him for it; Hob’s touch is too pleasant, and Dream is too fond of him to really be stern.

“You are distracting me,” he admonishes, finally pulling away from Hob’s mouth. Hob gazes at him, lips wet. He does not seem so scattered now.

“Thought that was the point.”

“You are a perennial distraction,” Dream says, and Hob smiles, self-satisfied.

“Good enough to pull the world’s greatest maths genius from his labors. I’ll take that compliment.”

Dream pushes him back. Hob’s head knocks lightly against the headboard. Dream settles deeper in his lap, grinding down on Hob’s erection, and Hob whines at the not-enough pressure.

He writes the next line of his proof, relishing in the hitch of Hob’s breath at the scratch of the pen. Hob’s skin looks pretty, he thinks, adorned with these fragments of the universe, but prettier just as he is.

Though Dream does like putting his mark on him.

“Genius at work,” Hob muses, looking at him from under his lashes. “That’s sexy. D’you know how sexy you are?”

“‘Sexy,’” Dream grumbles, as he writes another line on Hob’s chest.

“Fucking hot. D’you remember when we met? When you behaved like an absolute twat about me ‘stealing’ your classroom?”

Dream remembers it well. He remembers how overwhelming Hob’s presence was from the very start. “It was my classroom,” he says.

“Um, according to the university schedule, it was mine.”

“We’ve had this argument already,” Dream says. “What were you saying?”

“Well, you told me to go fuck myself—which, by the way, I think I’ve heard you use that word maybe five times in the whole time we’ve known each other, so you really must have been flustered—” he seems very pleased at this— “anyway, you told me to go fuck myself and I really almost said ‘I’d rather you did it.’ I think the fact that the undergrads were already getting to class is the literal only thing that stopped that coming out of my mouth.”

Dream… did not know this. And Hob is just grinning at him.

“What would you have said?” he asks.

“I would have run away,” Dream admits, and Hob laughs. Truthfully, he had been interested in Hob from the moment he saw him. But he would not have been able to cope with being propositioned, or teased, in such a way. “Would you have… actually?”

“I’d have sucked your cock right there in that classroom if you wanted.”

Dream chokes, and his marker goes skidding across Hob’s skin. He is suddenly possessed by the vivid image of it, growing harder in his jeans, and Hob grins at him, running his tongue over his teeth.

“You are,” Dream says, struggling, “a menace.”

“Could do it now, too, if you want,” Hob offers.

How Dream does love the feeling of Hob’s mouth on him. He loves how Hob runs his mouth, and how he uses it.

“Perhaps I will allow you that, as a reward, if you are good,” Dream says stiffly, drawing himself back together. It’s difficult with Hob looking at him like that, tongue pressed to his lower lip. “If you let me finish my work.”

“I’m just a canvas, don’t let me distract you,” Hob says innocently.

Dream shifts himself back, so he can reach lower on Hob’s stomach, then keeps writing, faster now. Perhaps in truth, he would rather give up this exercise and give in to Hob’s offer to blow him. That, too, would accomplish the task of settling Hob’s mind… among other things.

He stops working on the proof. Instead, he writes another equation, simpler, just a few lines.

“Is that that one function that makes a heart shape when you graph it?” Hob asks.

Dream looks up at him slowly. “How do you know that?”

Hob grins, pleased with himself. It makes Dream want to nip him in the thigh. “I don’t. I just know you. I could tell your attention was drifting.”

Just to spite him, this time, Dream simply writes words. He does it backwards so they might be read in a mirror, from Hob’s point of view.

“You… are… so… annoying,” Hob says, grinning, reading along as Dream writes. Of course he can simply tell what Dream is writing, even if it’s backwards. “Aw, thanks, babe.”

“Only the truth,” Dream says.

I love you, he writes.

“I love you,” Hob says. He pets Dream’s hair. “I love you, too, Dream.”

Dream leans his forehead against his stomach, though he’s careful not to smudge the writing. Hob digs his fingers into his hair, pets his temples, caresses his cheeks. He is so good to Dream. Tolerant of his whims and strange habits, as Dream has come to tolerate, to love, even, Hob’s own forms of madness. Dream wants to stay here. Right here. Forever.

Moved by mad impulse, he writes another line.

Hob dutifully reads it out. “Will you m—”

He stops abruptly. Looks down at Dream, who looks back evenly, though his heart is pounding.

Hob tries again, more shakily. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” Dream says.

Hob pulls him up by the arms and kisses him. It’s off balance, his fingertips are digging into Dream’s biceps, Dream’s knee is jabbing Hob in the thigh, but he doesn’t care. He feels all alight, full of beaming joy from his toes to the tips of his ears, fizzy and hot. Hob pulls him closer until Dream is sitting properly in his lap, their bodies pressed together, and Dream wraps his arms around his shoulders.

“You really want to marry me?” Hob breathes, taking Dream’s face between his hands.

Dream nods. He had not planned to ask in this moment, but looking into Hob’s hopeful eyes, all those idle fantasies floating in the back of his mind come alive with a fury. He wants that. Hob to be his, and to know Hob wants him, permanently.

“I want to marry you,” he says.

Hob beams, and then kisses him again, hands framing his face as Dream clutches at his shoulders, sinking into his body and the warmth of his mouth.

He needs— he needs to be closer. He needs to be as close as possible to Hob in this moment. He tosses his pen aside and wiggles out of his shirt, plastering himself to Hob’s body as he pushes him down to lie flat on the bed.

“Don’t smudge the writing, I’m keeping it,” Hob says, laughing, as Dream fits himself between his legs.

“Keeping it?” Dream asks.

Hob touches Dream’s forearm where ‘the wifi password is I love you’ still stands out in fresh ink. “I want one.”

A lump forms in Dream’s throat at the thought that Hob would really immortalize his impromptu proposal in this way. He’s glad he used permanent market. “I will try not to smudge it,” he promises.

Though contrary to Hob’s words, he pulls Dream close again, chest to chest, and kisses him, fingers tangling in Dream’s hair. “I love you,” he says against Dream’s lips. Dream hears himself make a low wanting sound that once upon a time he’d have been embarrassed to admit to. Not now, though, not with this man.

Hob swallows the sound, pulling him closer, wrapping a leg around the back of Dream’s thigh. Dream grinds against him, but he’s still wearing his jeans and it’s not nearly enough.

Hob must have the same thought, for he goes for the button on Dream’s jeans and then starts tugging on the waistband. Dream reluctantly disentangles himself long enough to slip them and his underwear off his legs, and Hob does the same with his underwear, before immediately pulling him back in to press their now naked bodies together.

This is Dream’s favorite place to be. Cuddled up against Hob, skin to skin. He hums in pleasure, wiggling his arms under Hob’s back, squeezing him tight.

“Can’t move, Dream,” Hob says, laughing. Dream’s arousal feels secondary now to the pleasure he gets just from being close to Hob’s body. But he does enjoy that form of pleasure, too. So he loosens his grip enough that Hob can actually breathe, which Hob takes advantage of by turning them so he’s on top, fit between Dream’s legs. Mmm. Yes, this is good. He does like to have Hob covering him.

“You’re a menace,” Hob tells him, laughing again. “Got to do the proposal so now you’ll make me do all the work?” He hitches Dream’s leg up around his waist, and like that Hob can grind against him, making Dream moan, already sensitive and wanting from all the teasing.

“You needed something to occupy you anyway,” Dream breathes, the words shivery for how Hob is kissing up his throat.

“Now I can occupy myself with making you happy for the rest of time, I see what you’ve done.”

Dream smiles to himself. Hob comes back up in time to catch the look on his face, smiles down at him, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Dream thinks about how he’ll get to see those smile lines develop over time, and the grey streak from Hob’s temples, and realizes he’s never thought that far ahead before. Never filled in the endless black void of the future with something he actually wanted.

“You want to marry me,” he says, more of a statement this time than a question.

“Yeah, Dream.” Hob bumps their noses together. “Of course I do.”

“When?”

Hob laughs, startled. “When?”

“Now,” Dream says. He had not even been intending to propose, but now he does not want to wait at all. Why should they?

“Can’t go now,” Hob says. Dream tries not to feel disappointed. Hob is only being reasonable, after all. Then Hob adds, “It’s dinnertime. It’s Sunday. They’re closed.”

“…Oh.” Dream had briefly forgotten there was a governmental paperwork component to this. In his mind they simply declared themselves to each other and the rest of the world had to sort itself out around that. “Oh.”

“Can go in…” Hob squints as he counts mentally. “Thirteen and a half hours. I don’t have a suit, though. So. That’s an obstacle.”

“You do have a suit,” Dream counters, instead of processing the fact that Hob is actually agreeing to marry him tomorrow.

“Not one that’s nice enough to get married in.”

He seems genuinely troubled by it, and Dream laughs so loudly at the expression on his face he has to cover his mouth. “I think you are quite handsome in it,” he says, calming himself.

Hob smiles. “Thank you, darling. Do you even own a suit for this?”

“Yes. But I refuse to wear a tie. It’s uncomfortable.”

“Well now I can’t wear one either or we’ll look all mismatched.” He only smiles wider as he says it, though. “You’re really going to marry me tomorrow.”

“For lack of ability to do it tonight,” Dream says.

Hob kisses him, smiling against his mouth, pressing their bodies close together, perhaps forgetting he’d wanted to avoid smearing Dream’s writing. Dream will just rewrite it if he has to. He’s enjoying having Hob close to him too much to tell him to move.

Hob slips deeper between Dream’s legs. Dream wraps both legs around Hob’s hips, sinking into the feeling of having Hob pressed against him. It feels so good to have Hob over him. Safe, where with anyone else it would feel smothering. He wraps his arms around Hob’s shoulders, humming to himself, as Hob slips a hand between them, taking them both in his grasp.

Dream gasps, lips pressed to Hob’s cheek. He loves Hob’s hands.

He feels the curve of Hob’s smile against his lips. “Get to do this all the time now, you know,” Hob says.

“You already do this all the time,” Dream says, urging him in closer with one leg, heedless of how it traps Hob’s hand between them.

“Still. You know what I mean.”

Dream does. It’s the permanence of the thing. It’s knowing every night he gets to come back to Hob in his bed. Always there.

“Kiss me,” Dream says, breath stuttering as Hob keeps working them.

“This is a lot of multitasking—” Hob starts to tease, but Dream takes him by the hair and draws him down. Seals their lips together.

He remembers first meeting Hob and being possessed by the way Hob talked. No matter how he claimed to be annoyed by it. He was captured by the relentless working of Hob’s brain. The intensity of him. Would find himself watching Hob’s mouth as he spoke.

He’s now similarly possessed by Hob’s kisses. He always kisses with surety, like he’s never once doubted it’s where he wants to be or what he wants to be doing.

Dream has doubted. Dream has wanted him and thought he couldn’t have him, has needed him and still felt sure it would inevitably fall apart. He… doesn’t think he feels that way anymore. Now he just falls into Hob’s kiss without wondering when it will end. It’s a very good feeling.

“You’re thinking too much,” Hob murmurs, lips brushing Dream’s. “I’m definitely doing something wrong if you’re thinking so much when my hand’s on your dick.”

“Perhaps I’m thinking about you,” Dream suggests.

“Figured you got distracted by the Hodge conjecture or some such maths problem. It’s so much more interesting after all.”

“It is,” Dream teases, and Hob laughs, incredulous.

“Are you sure you can get married when you’re already wedded to maths?”

“I want to marry you,” Dream says.

“I’ll just accept that we’re in an open relationship, I would never take you away from your one true love,” Hob swears, eyes sparkling.

“Nor I you,” Dream says.

“What’s my one true love in this scenario?”

“Being annoying to me.”

Hob laughs. “Oh, true. But you should see the way your nose scrunches up when I tease you. It’s so cute. That’s one of the first moments I fell for you, you know. How offended you looked when I was tormenting you about your classroom.”

“It was offensive,” Dream says.

“Didn’t anyone ever tease you before? Or were you too intimidating?”

“Not… lightheartedly,” Dream admits. He certainly had plenty of experience being tormented growing up. Desire still likes to do it to this day. It had taken him some time, initially, to realize Hob meant it fondly. That he was just trying to get Dream’s attention, rile him up a bit, not hurt his feelings. He doesn’t think he had fully understood Hob’s interest was serious until their first kiss.

“I did enjoy our arguments,” Dream adds, before Hob’s face can truly fall. He had, to what felt like his peril at the time, been interested in Hob as well. Had wanted his attention even as he was uncertain it was meant as a good thing. “Once I realized it was meant to be… fun.”

“Oh, darling.” Hob kisses his forehead, and Dream smiles to himself. He wouldn’t trade any of it, even with all the uncertainty.

“I’m only glad I didn’t scare you off with my behavior,” Dream says, as Hob holds him close, hands framing his face.

“Don’t be, I loved it, you have no idea how much entertainment you added to my life. I don’t know what it says about me that every time you called me a name I just wanted you more.”

“Something not good, I imagine,” Dream says, and Hob chuckles.

“I’ll have to keep on annoying you, then. For tradition.”

“For tradition,” Dream agrees.

“And one day,” Hob adds, lips pressed to Dream’s again, “we’re going back to that classroom. And I’m going to do to you what I wanted to do the first time.”

“I will expect it,” Dream says lowly, twining his hands in Hob’s hair once more, body taking interest again just at imagining it. “We. Got distracted.”

“Don’t we always? You’ll have to get used to it, with me.”

“I am used to it,” Dream murmurs. He truly would not trade the strange way Hob’s mind works for anything. It’s an invigorating complement to his own.

“I still want you,” Hob says. “Always. But right now I mean.”

“I would be rather disappointed if you didn’t.”

Hob wraps his hand lightly around Dream again. “Still interested,” he says with a grin.

“Of course.” Dream so loves the way Hob touches him. Always firm and sure, but playful. Hob is so very playful, which is not something Dream thinks he himself has ever been, but he soaks it in and feels nourished.

Hob starts stroking him lightly, but says, “What do you want? We’ve got all night, you know.”

Dream does know. All night until they are to get married. He doubts he will be able to sleep for any of it. But it’s no matter, for he’s with Hob.

“I just want you close to me.”

“Alright.” Hob sets his weight more heavily on Dream, though he has to remove his hand before it gets trapped between their bodies. Dream’s cock rubs pleasantly against his belly. “I want that, too. Come here, darling.”

“I am here,” Dream breathes, as Hob kisses him, arms wrapped around him, drawing him close. “I am here.”

He wraps his legs tight around Hob’s waist. Kisses him long and slow, their lips sliding, bodies rocking together, merging into one. Pleasure builds between them, but Dream doesn’t feel much urgency to chase it. He’s happy just being close to Hob.

He gets to have this every day now, he thinks. For the rest of their lives together. Every day he gets to watch Hob fall asleep in bed beside him, and curl up with him once he finally falls asleep himself; he gets to bury his face in Hob’s chest when he’s overstimulated and have Hob calm him when he feels like he’s going to melt down.

Dream never thought this sort of peace could be for him.

They don’t get far into anything particularly elaborate. Dream is holding Hob so close that Hob can do little but grind against him, kiss him, tug on Dream’s hair. But Dream doesn’t need it to be more complicated. He loves the way Hob moves over him, the weight of Hob’s body, all their skin touching. He doesn’t have to think, he can just feel all the points where they’re connected.

He shakes as Hob brings him off, breath trembling, body all alight. Then he turns Hob onto his back and kisses down his chest, lingering on the words written there, and finally taking Hob into his mouth, relishing in the grip of Hob’s hands in his hair as he comes.

This feels peaceful, too, lacking the urgency that chases so many of their times together. Dream doesn’t feel like he has to rush, because he has so much time with Hob. So much time.

After, he lies curled against Hob, resting in the movement of his chest rising and falling. Hob’s hand traces up and down over his hip. And Dream thinks he could rest there forever--there, in the peace of their space together.

[doriana-gray-games]

Hii Dori!! Just finished the new update and I have to say, I'm so excited to see what else is to come!! The banter in the carriage was hillarious as always (lmao at Watson bringing out his inner Mr Collins with the mention of Fordyce's sermons). I did have a bit of a lore/worldbuilding question though. If it's not too spoilery to ask, I wonder if you might elaborate more on what Hamish/Helena's family background is, and if there's any difference between the two?? I just found it interesting that Hamish's full title is stylized in game as Sir Hamish Hawthorne and Helena's as Lady Helena Hawthorne. The title "Lady", plus the fact that Helena is referred to as Lady Hawthorne and not Lady Helena suggests to me that this is a substantive title and not a courtesy one (I'm also assuming she's never married), making her possibly a baroness (because if she was a viscountess or higher, her title would probably be stylized differently in written communication, whereas I think I remember reading that it's not uncommon for barons/baronesses to just use the title lord/lady even in formal communication). The "sir" though suggests a knight or a baronet, which interestingly makes Hamish and Helena holders of different ranks. I also found it interesting that Hamish's title is stylized as "Sir Hawthorne" and not "Sir Hamish", as is typical of knights and baronets, which makes me wonder if in fact the word "sir" here is being used as the in-game equivalent to "lord", which would put Hamish and Helena back on even ground once more. Am I missing something? Am I reading too much into it?? Of course, this isn't a criticism of the writing on your part - This is set in a fictional Victorian England, so I actually think you should be free to depart from convention as you please. I just found the departures interesting, is all, and would love to know more! This is assuming of course, that my knowledge of convention is accurate and not outdated (admittedly, I'm somewhat more familiar with the earlier parts of the 19th century than I am with the latter parts). Anyway, hope you're having a pleasant day!!

I’m impressed! 😱

Yes, so what I can say, is that Hamish is a Baronet! The choice of doing (title) last name was more so I can later bring more and more closer naming with each step mc and then get closer. Title lastname -> lastname first name -> first name. Or some combination there 🥰

Now… Helena’s title and situation is a little more complex and for spoiler reasons I can’t discuss it yet… 🫣

But you are very good 😌✨

[gallavichsreddie1128]

An Interesting Session (Hannibal)

Description: Y/N has a session with Hannibal that goes a completely different turn than what she’s expecting.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2,115

Request:

Hey,

could you please write a Hannibal one-shot, where the reader was one of Will‘s best and favourite students. After a traumatic incident with a criminal out in the field, she needs to take a break, she starts to have therapy sessions with Hannibal and he takes a interest in her?(with smut?)

She stared at Will as he wrote down the name and the number of the therapist that he was recommending her too. It was her idea and Will understood completely. He too has had his fair shares of traumatic experiences with criminals. He almost didn’t want to send her over to him given what Will thinks about him but he promised himself that he would keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

She knew that the only way to cope with what she saw was to talk to someone that maybe could help her and Will was like a friend to her and she trusted him. “Here you go.” He handed her the paper, she looked at it and recognized the name, “Hannibal Lecter.” “You may have heard of him or even seen him.” He told her and she nodded. Yeah that’s what it is, this name was all too familiar to her. “Thank you.” She said and walked out of his classroom. 

She stared at the paper that Will gave her as it lay on her desk. She had no idea why but that name was familiar and she doesn’t recall seeing him. She grabbed her phone and entered the number before she could talk herself out of it. “Hello.” She sounded nervous as he answered the phone within 2 rings as if he was expecting her. “Hello, who am I speaking to?” He had a nice voice, a thick accident that she couldn’t place. She surely hadn’t heard him speak before.

“Hi uh my name is Y/N and Will Graham suggested you to me.” She told him. “Ah yes Will was telling me you would be calling.” Will told him about her? She didn’t have any words for that as she sat in silence. “Were you hoping to set up a session?” He asked and she nodded as if he could see her. “Yes.” She finally said, realizing her mistake. “I can do Wednesday at 11 am is that good?” He asked her. That was 2 days from now, that gave her plenty of time to prepare. “Yes.” She said and he chuckled, “See you then, Y/N.” He said before hanging up the phone. She sighed and put her phone down mentally cursing herself for being so nervous. 

It was Wednesday at 10:30 as she left her house and drove to his. Her GPS says that she should be there at 11:57. She didn’t wanna be late or too early so that was perfect. She couldn’t help but keep wandering back to the question of where she heard his name. She hadn’t met the guy at all nor heard him talk before the phone call. He seemed nice so she didn’t want to jump to any conclusion. She was so lost in thought she hadn’t realized how much time had passed and she was pulling up to his house.

Her eyes widened, this guy had to be rich. His house was huge and she saw the nice looking car, yeah he had money. She got out of the car and walked to the door. He had a doorbell but she decided to knock. She waited for him to come to the door, he opened it and she tried to keep her eyes from widening. He was very good looking but with the accident he has that was to be expected. “Hi you must be Y/N.” She nodded and he let her in. As they walked to his office that was upstairs she looked around at how big and perfect his house was. She wanted to ask about some of the art that was on the walls but her voice got caught in her throat.

He opened a door that revealed his office that was also nice. He motioned for her to take a seat and she did. Her body was stiff as she watched him sit down. He pulled out a notebook that she assumed was for notes and grabbed a pen. “Tell me Y/N what brings you here?” He asked her and she gulped. Should she start with the scene of the crime? Her mind wandered back to that day that brought her here. Will and her had come across a crime scene where the criminal was still there and he nearly got her killed. She shivered at the thought and was even more shook up that he wasn’t caught. Will thought she was ready for the bigger things but she thought she proved him wrong by that.

He told her that he reaction was normal to it but he was gonna let her rest awhile before bringing her onto another crime scene. As she told Hannibal all of the details she failed to notice him watching her with intense eyes as she spoke. Her hands moved as she talked, a habit she’s had since she was little but Hannibal took a liking to it. “Will tells me you are his best student.” He informs her and that brings a smile to her face. “He’s my favorite teacher.” she told him and he wrote that down. “How old are you, y/n?” He asked her and the question kind of took her off guard. “25.” She told him and he nodded before writing that down. “Have you ever been with an older man before?” What the hell did that have to do with her problems? She looked at him a little shocked that he would even ask that. “What does that have to do with the issue I have?” She almost seemed offended even if she did find him attractive.

“You don’t have an issue. Your reaction was normal. You just need a break from the crime scenes for now.” He told her and stood up. She stood up as well, thinking that the session was over but little did she know it was far from it. “You never answered my question.” He stated and it seemed as if he was trying to get closer to her. She wasn’t sure why he was so curious. “Is there a reason you want to know that?” He chuckled, “Ah yes a question to another question.” He was a foot away from her now and she felt like the temperature in the room had gone up a lot. “No I haven’t but I don’t see how that’s important.” She says and he inches closer but she doesn’t back away. She couldn’t even if she wanted to given the chair behind her.

“I think I have a way to take your mind off your stress.” He tells her and telling by the way his body language is she has a good idea of what it could be. “What’s that?” She asked as they were inches apart. He was tall compared to her but yet it still felt like they were almost face to face. “Care if I show you?” He asked and she nodded before his lips were on hers. She was in a state of shock but arousal was all through her body. She felt so warm and turned on as their lips moved together. She moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck standing on her tippy toes to deepen the kiss. What was gotten into her? She thinks as she kisses him harder. She wasn’t usually like this but there was something about him that was making her go crazy.

He grabbed her thighs and she jumped up wrapping her legs around him as they continued kissing. He pushed her against the wall deepening the kiss. Her hands went to his nice hair to mess it up. They finally pulled away to breath but he moved to her neck. She whimpered, feeling his lips suck on her neck, marking her. “Hannibal.” She whispered as he kissed back up her neck. “You’re very beautiful and I intend to take advantage of that.” He whispers before kissing her again. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he grinding his clothed dick against her. “Oh fuck.” She whispered as she could feel how big he was.

Dry humping was never her thing but she was so turned on right now she was taking what she could get. “I can feel how wet you are.” She was definitely soaked and it was enough to be through her clothes by now. He let her down so he could unzip her jeans and feel the wetness. She gasped as she felt his finger gather up the wetness of her pussy before he pushed in a finger and she threw her head back against the wall before gasping. Just one finger would be enough to make her cum. “You’re very tight.” He chuckled and felt around her wetness. “And very wet.” She begged that he do something. Her hands tugged at his dress shirt and he chuckled, “What do you want, Y/N?” He asked her and she whimpered.

“I want you inside of me.” She begged. He loved how desperate she sounded and how she was getting wetter and wetter. He pulled out his finger and tasted her. She watched with wide eyes as he did this. It was so hot, seeing him moan around his finger because of how good she tasted. She quickly got rid of her shirt and pulled her jeans down. He chuckled and undressed as well but not as desperate. He couldn’t wait to get inside of her pussy but he loved teasing her. She was naked and waited for him to give her the time of her life but he took his time undressing. “Hannibal please.” She begged and he finally removed all of his clothes. She wasn’t sure exactly how old he was but he was way older than her and looked amazing.

His body was making her drool and oh his dick was bigger than she imagined but she wasn’t complaining. She was ready for him. He kissed her again making her lose all the thoughts she had just had before she jumped into his arms again. His hard dick was now raw against her wet pussy. She was so needy that she tried to take him inside of her and whined when she couldn’t find the right angle. He chuckled and pumped himself a few times before helping her. He groaned himself at her wet pussy squeezing around him. She was so tight and warm, he could live like this. Her hands squeezed his shoulders as a plea to start moving.

She tried to make her hips but his hands stopped that and he began thrusting. She nearly screamed and cried as she finally got what she wanted. From the second she heard his voice she would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about it. Hannibal watched as her eyes rolled and thought back to how she sounded on the phone, he had no idea she would be like this and was begging for him. His name was all she knew and moans were the only sounds she was making. His pounds pounding her into the wall as she screamed yes over and over again. He leaned in and kissed her neck again, finding the sweet spot that would make her fall apart.

“Hannibal, this is so good.” She whined and clawed at his back. He groaned at the feeling but loved it and how she felt. He moved his hands to cup her boobs, letting her thrust against him. She squeaked as he played with her sensitive nipples. Her climax just around the corner. He pulled away from her neck to watch her fall apart as he felt her pussy go crazy around him. She was gonna cum and she could tell it was going to be the best orgasm. Her breathing picked up as she whined loudly as she came all over his dick. Her hips stuttered as she rode the waves of pleasure.

He hugged her close as he grunted in her ear and came inside of her. She sighed and whimpered as they came down from their highs. His hands squeezed her ass making her giggle and she pulled away. “That was nice.” She told him and gave him a quick kiss. She tried to get down from his arms but he wouldn’t let her, “I’m not done with you yet.” He tells her and carries her to his chair that he was sitting in. He sat down with her on top and she got a look at what was on his desk. He had a file of the crime that she was at. She gasped as it finally clicked in her head where she had heard his name… Will thinks he did it.                                                            

[alpaca-clouds]

Do Something in the Real World

Alright. Folks. Here is the thing.

Posting on tumblr, Youtube, BlueSky or other social media is nice and all. And it is very important to educate people. I mean, have of what I am doing on this blog is trying to educate people.

But I have realized, that it simply ain't enough. And this is why I am writing this.

I am sorry, folks, but y'all need to get going in the real world out there. And I mean it. No matter where you are, there is going to be some organization at your place trying to make a change.

Maybe it is a political organisation trying to get good people elected. Maybe it is a soup kitchen. Maybe it is some other mutual aid group. Maybe it is an organisation bringing stuff to disenfranchised people. Maybe some folks who band together to phone politicians. I don't what it is. But I can guarantee you, that almost for certain there is something around you, where people are trying to do good.

And you - yes, you! - need to join them. And you need to do it now.

As this is going online (this is prescheduled), I am out in some street canvassing for the German Left Wing party, because there is an election on Sunday. Tomorrow I will be out helping folks set up a protest against fucking fucking nazis. We are expecting more than 10 000 people to come on our side.

Yes, I know you are tired. And I know you might be somewhere on the spectrum. I am too. I am fucking exhausted. I am on the spectrum. Oh, and I am heavily physically disabled.

It does not matter now. We need to organize. We need to get moving. Educating some already similar minded people online is just not going to cut it anymore.

The world is out there. And you need to interact with it. No matter how much it sucks. Because I guarantee you, if you don't do it now, it is gonna suck even more in the future.

We should have done this before. Fuck. We should have done this latest when Greta Thunberg started her thing. At the most latest we should have gotten this going when the pandemic was happening. We had some movement with BLM, but we let it peter out.

No more.

The future begins now.

[fanficfox]

i am so obsessed w the thought of sub schlatt, as a trans man i would lovelove to peg him, if you will please write something bout it

i’ll try! i can write a little something, just for you <3

(NSFW 🔞: male/trans man!reader x schlatt, pegging, hair puliing, ass slapping. i think that’s it)

schlatt says a little prayer to himself in his head as he waits for you to get everything ready. he’s only been pegged by you a couple times but it still gets him nervous everytime. he’s bent over on the edge of the bed. a pillow supporting his hips. his hands grip the sheets infront of him anticipating what’s to come. his tough big guy demeanor long gone and forgotten. you come up behind him, already lubed up and ready to go. you deliver a hard smack on his ass and he whimpers. “go slow alright? just until i get use to it” schlatt desperately pleads with you “oh come on pretty boy, we done this before…you should already be use to it, but fine, i’ll go slow….for now” you respond back looking down at him. schlatt looks back at you his eyes desperate. you can see the fear but you also see the love and desire. you rub your tip on his entrance…getting some of the lubricant on him, then slowly start to push yourself into him, inch by inch. it seems the more you slide into him. the louder he gets. schlatt grunts, groans and whimpers with the first couple of thrusts. you go slow like he asked so he can get use to you. once the pain turns into pleasure schlatt looks back at you and goes “can you go a little faster?” his voice is a little timid and shy. like he’s a little nervous to ask you. you smile and respond with “anything for you pretty boy” schlatt immediately blushes like a school girl, his chubby cheeks glowing visibly red and it makes your heart jump knowing you were the one that got him blushing like that. you start to pick up the pace slowly but gradually you get faster. pounding your hips into his. his ass bounces off of you and you keep harsh slaps making sure schlatt will feel you every time he sits down afterwards. his whimpers are loud and high pitch a stark difference from his deep low voice. only you can make him feel small and timid. he feels like he can’t do anything but just take it. schlatt’s cock is so hard and with every thrust it rubs against the pillow giving him a little bit of friction. you grab onto his beautiful brown hair, your fingers almost slipping through from how soft it is. when you manage to get a good grip you pull his head back and you free hand holds his hip, keeping him in place. you lean down to his ear and give it a little nibble then whisper “see handsome, i told you you could take it…you just had to trust me” schlatt doesn’t say anything he just moans out an “mhmm” but that’s not enough for you. you slap his ass again. hard. “not good enough, use your big boy words baby” schlatt winces a little but doesn’t say anything yet. you smack his ass again. harder. “i said use your big boy words. tell me you trust me” you pull his head back by his hair a little harder. schlatt moans again. “i trust you! i trust you with my whole being!” schlatt whines out. he’s met with a pleased groan from you, your clearly happy with his answer as you keep going. schlatt moans and rolls his eyes back. the pleasure start to overwhelm him in a good way. his knuckles are white with nail crevices imprinted on his palm from how tight his hold on the thin sheets are. “i’m gonna cum” is all schlatt can moan out. “yeah? you’re gonna cum all over me like a good boy?” your condescending tone mixed with the light praises sends bolts of pleasure through schlatt’s body. he nods “yes…can i cum? please…please…please…can i cum?” schlatt is practically begging you. “go ahead baby boy, i’ve got you…you can let go” schlatt didn’t need to be told twice and after about 2 more thrusts he was cumming all over the pillow making a mess. his legs shake as he moans out your name. he start to push his hips back into you just trying to get a couple more thrusts in as you watch him. you finally pull out and you hear him moan when you do. you lean down to his ear again and say “you did such a good job for me puppy. you’re such a good boy.” you slap his ass one last time and he blushes again. he lays there on the bed for a moment, trying to catch his breath. his shirt sticking to his skin from his sweat but a huge smile on his face.

AN: hey!! so this is my first time writing something like this so i hope it’s okay. i know it’s probably not perfect but i gave it my best shot. i hope you enjoyed!! <3 :)

[rapunzellovesbooks]

I'm feeling really pissy today lol so I also want to rant about the fact that some people in this fandom take what tarot readers and psychics say as fact and then craft a whole narrative in their heads that generates even more hate. I respect these people but what they say is not fact, it is based on their personal opinions and intuition. I just saw some YouTube comments on someone's reading on Nic and Luke saying that Luke is juvenile, a man-child, that he is resentful of Nicola for all the attention she got from s3, that Nic should completely disassociate from Luke, etc. Do these people not see how harmful this is? I can promise you any distancing that might be happening in public between Luke and Nic is not bc Nic hates Luke or he resents her. If anything they probably have communicated about everything and have some sort of agreement between each other to pull back publicly. Nic and Luke love each other, that is something that will never change. The people who write comments like that and are toxic and overly invasive are the reason why they don't interact publicly anymore. I am sorry but I just cannot imagine any universe where those two are not friends and do not support each other's successes.

100 % agree with you.

Like, it is so ridiculous to thing that people on the internet are going to ruin a six year old relationship. That is not going to happen. And also, the only people who worry about this are the ones who push forward this narrative because it benefits them. One of the worst things about this fandom is how people have monetised Luke and Nicola´s private lives, making TT with theories, tarot videos, entire Youtube channels. I understand that even I have a blog about Polin and Luke and Nicola, but I do not charge people to read my opinions. We know there are people who do and that is disgusting to me.

And yes, the reason why maybe they are interacting less on SM is simply because people go nuts every time they do, and not in a cute way. It makes people think that since they are ok posting about each other, it means they can use that to go say whatever they want about them. That is ridiculous.

The other reason is that simply, this is how it was before the WT. It was. We got so spoiled with content from them that when it stopped, people thought, well, something must be wrong. It is not. People worrying about the birthday messages or the likes... that is insanity. Their lives, their friendship does not exist on SM. Would I have wanted a happy birthday message? Heck, yeah. But seeing how people saw a picture of pasta on Luke´s Insta and thought he was writing N with the sauce... I do not blame them one bit. I know for a fact this crazy thing has bonded them even more because they are both dealing with the same shit. Luke is not jealous of JB and he is not jealous of Nicola. None of them are jealous of each other. They support one another.

I guess I wanted to rant too.

[callmemonster68]

SUNGHOON - Throne of Shadows ( smut / gore ) Part 1

Weekly challenge: Freedom secret-moonstruck & callmemonster68

He was born in captivity, she was born at the top of the world. He was shaped to serve, she to rule. But when the shadows enveloped them, they created something that no one could control. Now, the world kneels... or burns.

Pairing: Sunghoon X FemReader (Masterlist)

Genre: Smut / Gore

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, murder, blood, mutilation

SENSITIVE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN!

WARNING: text a little longer than I usually write

Sunghoon, a mutant of incomparable beauty, possessed enormous black wings. He was sold as a baby to a very rich man who collected the most beautiful and unique mutants and displayed them in his luxurious museum. This rich man was perverse and very evil. Besides the exposure, he also allowed the wealthiest clients to pay and use the mutants sexually. Sunghoon never knew freedom and did not understand feelings; he never felt love, affection, pleasure, or any other good feeling.

Y/N was a beautiful and wealthy woman, she had recently married a man, Jaemin, who was a bit older than her, he was handsome, rich, and very successful, he had always been in love with her, but to her, he was nothing more than a deal. They were both heirs to extremely wealthy families, and by marrying, they doubled their fortune. He begged her to allow herself to like him, to let him win her over, to let him touch her, to make her happy, but she always denied him anything. Sleeping in separate rooms since the wedding.

Jaemin didn't know what else to do to please her, so one day he decided to visit the museum of sublime mutants. He thought that maybe something like that would make her grateful to him, and perhaps she would see him in a different light. It was then that he arrived in front of Sunghoon's display case. When he saw his wings, he felt a shiver run through his body. He knew how much Y/N liked dark, beautiful things; he knew she would love this. He went to the owner and made an irresistible offer. He succeeded; he bought it.

When he got home, Y/N wasn't there, so he prepared everything. He explained to Sunghoon that from then on he would belong to Y/N and should do everything she wanted. He put a collar on him, which controlled him, with a remote. If he got out of control, Y/N could press the button and then he would feel immense pain that would paralyze him. He took him to Y/N's room, helped him take a shower, dressed him in only black pants, and ordered him to sit on the bed until Y/N arrived.

The door opened slowly, and Y/N entered the room, throwing her bag onto an armchair without paying attention to anything. She paused for a second upon noticing the motionless figure on the bed.

Her eyes analyzed the sculptural body of the man in front of her. The black wings folded behind him, the feathers shining in the dim light of the room. The collar around his neck gave a perverse contrast to the scene.

Y/N: What the hell is this? (her voice sounded cold and irritated)

Sunghoon lifted his head, his black eyes meeting hers. He quickly lowered his gaze, not daring to look at her for too long.

Sunghoon: I am yours. (his voice was soft, obedient) I will belong to you, I will do everything you want.

She frowned and looked around, as if expecting Jaemin to appear and say it was all a joke. 

But there was no one. Just her and the mutant of supernatural beauty, sitting patiently waiting for his owner.

Y/N: Did Jaemin do that? (asked, exasperated)

Sunghoon: Yes. He brought me to you. (he tilted his head, like a dog waiting for a command) If I displease you, I can be punished. But... I want to please her. I need to please her.

There was something in the way he said that which bothered her. A blind devotion, not out of passion, but due to the lack of any other reference. As if he were incapable of existing without serving someone.

She approached slowly, stopping in front of him. With a finger, she lifted Sunghoon's chin, forcing him to look at her.

Y/N: Do you have a name?

Sunghoon: Sunghoon. But if you want to call me something else, I will accept it.

Y/N: Hm. (She released his face and crossed her arms) So, Sunghoon, what exactly do you do?

He hesitated for a moment, then replied:

Sunghoon: Anything you want.

The silence weighed heavily between the two of them. Y/N took a deep breath and looked at the remote on the bedside table. One single button and he would be writhing in pain.

She took the remote and twirled it between her fingers.

Y/N: You're here because Jaemin thinks he can buy me with a pretty toy. (Her voice was harsh, but there was no fun in it) You are aware of that, right?

Sunghoon: If that makes you happy, then it's fine. (the response was immediate, without hesitation)

Y/N pressed their lips together. Sunghoon seemed so... empty. But there was something there, behind those black eyes. Something broken.

And she never resisted broken things.

YN: Take off the wings. (your order was a test)

Sunghoon hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head. The wings folded and disappeared, as if they had never existed.

Y/N observed in silence. Then, she walked over to the bed and sat down beside him.

Y/N: Speak.

Sunghoon: About what?

Y/N: About you.

Sunghoon blinked, as if he didn't understand the order.

Sunghoon: I... don't know what to say.

She let out a nasal laugh.

Y/N: Of course not.

Sunghoon knew nothing but serving. He didn't know what desire, freedom, or even the meaning of touch that wasn't imposed was.

But he would learn.

The silence lingered between them. Sunghoon maintained an immobile posture, his eyes fixed on the woman beside him, awaiting the next command like a trained soldier.

Y/N ran their tongue over their lips, watching him closely.

Y/N: Do you really not feel anything? (he/she asked, with a slight hint of curiosity)

Sunghoon: I feel what they teach me to feel (he replied without hesitation)

Y/N: And what did they teach you?

Sunghoon lowered his eyes.

Sunghoon: To obey. Not to question. To be available.

There was something devastating in the way he said that, as if there was nothing strange or cruel about that reality. As if it were natural.

Y/N let out a sigh and leaned back, resting on their elbows.

Y/N: And if I tell you that I don't want a servant?

Sunghoon blinked, his lips slightly parting as if that were an impossible concept to process.

Sunghoon: But... I am yours.

She laughed, a low, almost cynical laugh.

Y/N: You don't even know what that means.

He remained silent, but Y/N noticed the slight tension in his shoulders. Something in her wanted to test him. Tease him.

She slid the tips of her fingers over his chest, feeling the muscles contract under her touch. 

Sunghoon didn't even move, but his breathing became deeper.

Y/N: Tell me, Sunghoon… (she leaned her face close to his, whispering) What do you want?

He blinked a few times, confused.

Sunghoon: What do I... want?

Y/N: Yes. Has anyone ever asked you that?

He shook his head slowly.

Sunghoon: No.

Y/N smiled slightly, but it wasn't a smile of amusement. It was something colder, sharper.

Y/N: So think about it. And when you know the answer, tell me.

She got up and took the collar control, spinning it between her fingers before dropping it on the bedside table.

Y/N: You can sleep on the floor, in the armchair, or in the bed. Choose.

Sunghoon watched her for a moment before bowing his head in submission.

Sunghoon: If I say I want to sleep at your feet, would that make you happy?

Y/N felt a shiver run down their spine.

He didn't know what desire was, but he was trying to understand.

And that could be dangerous.

Y/N remained silent for a moment, observing Sunghoon. There was something perverse in his blind devotion, something that made her want to test him, to push him beyond that brutal conditioning that had turned him into a submissive being.

She approached again, leaning slightly towards him.

Y/N: Do you want to sleep at my feet?

Sunghoon nodded, his black eyes shining under the dim light of the room.

Sunghoon: If that pleases you, yes.

She laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine.

Y/N: You are so used to pleasing others, Sunghoon... but can you handle what I want?

He remained silent, his eyes fixed on hers. He didn't understand, but he wanted to understand.

Y/N extended her hand and pulled the collar chain, forcing him to come closer. Sunghoon didn't resist, his lips parting slightly when he felt her breath so close.

Y/N: I could test you in so many ways... (she slid her fingers along his jawline, feeling it tremble slightly under her touch) But are you ready for this?

His eyes blinked rapidly, as if trying to process.

Sunghoon: I want to be everything you need.

Y/N felt a strange excitement coursing through their body. It was not just carnal desire — it was the power of having someone so beautiful, so perfect, so devoted in your hands.

She leaned in even closer, the tip of her nose brushing against his cheek.

Y/N: Open your mouth.

Sunghoon obeyed at that very moment, breathing heavily, his eyes half-closed.

Y/N ran their thumb over his lips, feeling the warmth and softness.

Y/N: Good answer. (her voice came out low, provocative)

Sunghoon shuddered. He didn't understand why his body reacted like that. He had never felt heat before. I had never felt my chest tighten like that before.

Y/N: You are trembling, Sunghoon. (Y/N noticed and smiled)

Sunghoon: I... don't know what this is.

She pressed her finger against his tongue, slowly, testing his reaction. Sunghoon let out a soft gasp, his eyes fixed on hers as if he were being consumed.

Y/N: That's right, Sunghoon... (she whispered against his lips, without kissing him) Learn to feel.

The days passed, and Sunghoon became a shadow of Y/N. He followed her silently through the mansion's corridors, patiently waiting by the bathtub while she bathed, and slept on the floor next to her bed, even when she insisted he choose a more comfortable place.

He didn't know how to explain that. He only knew that he needed to be close to her.

Y/N: You are addicted to me, Sunghoon.

She whispered one night, as she ran her fingers through his hair, feeling him shiver at the mere touch.

Sunghoon: If that means I want to be by your side all the time... then yes.

Y/N felt a warmth rise through her body. She wanted to take him for herself, wanted to feel his skin against hers, wanted to possess him in every possible way. But she wasn't a monster. She didn't just want an obedient body, without its own will.

She needed to know if he desired her in the same way.

That's why, a few days later, she decided to ask Jaemin some questions.

Y/N: Where did he come from?

Jaemin frowned upon hearing the sudden question.

Jaemin: Sunghoon? Why do you want to know?

Y/N: Just answer.

He sighed, leaning back in the chair.

Jaemin: I bought it at the museum of sublime mutants. It was the most valuable of all.

Y/N's blood ran cold.

She knew that place. She knew it wasn't an ordinary museum.

That night, while Sunghoon slept beside the bed, she took the car keys and drove to the museum.

The owner of the place greeted her with a smile full of arrogance.

Owner: Are you the new owner of the celestial mutant? A rare specimen. It was a difficult sale to make.

Y/N held back to avoid showing the anger that was beginning to grow inside her.

Y/N: I want to know where he came from.

The man chuckled softly, taking a sip of wine before responding.

Owner: He was sold to me as a baby. Never knew another reality. Trained to be... pleasant.

The way he said that made Y/N's stomach turn.

Y/N: You exposed him like a display piece. (her voice came out sharp)

The man shrugged.

Owner: I give people what they want to see. Some like to just admire the beauty... others want a little more than that.

Her fists clenched.

Y/N: Was he... used?

The man raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised.

Owner: Ah, my lady... Do you really want to know the answer?

It was enough for her to feel a blind rage take over her.

She left there with her breath uneven, her heart pounding in her chest.

Now everything made sense. The devotion, the silent fear of displeasing, the way he never asked for anything for himself.

He was never allowed to want anything.

When she returned home, Sunghoon was waiting for her at the bedroom door.

He approached, as he always did, and held her hand gently, pressing it against his bare chest.

Sunghoon: Your heart is racing (he murmured, confused)

Y/N looked at him, at his absurd beauty, at the eyes that didn't know what freedom was.

She felt anger. But, above all, she felt pity.

And he realized he would do anything to fix it.

The silence weighed heavily between them.

Y/N still felt the blood boiling inside them. Every time she looked at Sunghoon, his immaculate beauty, his submissive and naive eyes, the anger returned like a wave. They had deprived him of everything. Of choices, of desires, of a real life.

She couldn't stand it.

Y/N: Sunghoon… (her voice came out softer than she expected) I will set you free.

He tilted his head, his black eyes shining in the dim light of the room.

Sunghoon: What does this mean?

Y/N felt a tightness in their chest. How to explain something so fundamental to someone who has never even had the notion of what it was like to be free?

She took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

Y/N: It means that you will be able to choose whatever you want. That no one will be able to control you, hold you back, or tell you what to do. You will be able to go wherever you want...

Sunghoon kept looking at her, without blinking.

Sunghoon: What if I want to be with you?

Y/N felt their heart leap in their chest.

Y/N: If that's your choice, then... (she hesitated, feeling the intensity of his gaze) Then you could stay. But, for the first time, because you wanted to.

His expression didn't change. But something shone in his eyes, something intense and uncontrollable.

He stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and held Y/N's hand gently.

Sunghoon: If freedom means being without you... then I don't want it.

Her heart stopped for a second.

He was speaking with a terrifying certainty. As if freedom were worth nothing if it meant he couldn't be by her side.

Y/N: Sunghoon… (Y/N felt their breath hitch) You don't understand.

He knelt before her, pressing his forehead against her belly.

Sunghoon: I understand enough. (his voice sounded low, like a prayer) You are everything I know. And everything I want to know.

She closed her eyes, feeling her body burn with frustration and desire.

He didn't know what love was. He didn't know what it was to want someone the right way. 

But I was learning.

And that scared her more than anything else.

Y/N felt Sunghoon's fingers tighten around her waist, the hesitant touch, almost as if he were afraid she would disappear if he didn't hold her tightly.

Y/N: Sunghoon… (she whispered, her eyes fixed on him) You only say that because you've never had another option.

He raised his head, his black eyes sparkling in confusion.

Sunghoon: But I don't want another option.

Y/N closed their eyes for a moment, feeling their breath tremble. He didn't understand. How could he? He never knew what it was like to have a real choice. He never knew what it was like to desire something of his own free will.

And her?

She always had choices. And, at that moment, everything inside her screamed for her to choose him.

But would that be right?

She ran her fingers over Sunghoon's face, feeling the cold and flawless skin under her touch. He instinctively leaned into her hand, his eyes half-closed, as if that gesture were enough to make him crumble.

Y/N: You want to be with me because you've never had anything but pain and submission (she said, her voice heavy with emotion) I don't want to be just another person who keeps you trapped.

Sunghoon: You don't keep me trapped. (his voice came out firm, without hesitation) You are the only thing that makes me feel... something.

Y/N bit their lip, stifling a trembling sigh.

Y/N: What do you feel when you're with me?

Sunghoon blinked slowly, as if he were searching for the answer within himself.

Sunghoon: I don't know the name. But it's hot. Strong. (he slid his fingers along the hem of her dress, hesitantly) As if I needed to touch you to keep breathing.

The air between them became thick, heavy.

Y/N felt their body burn.

She wanted that. She wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel his breath against my skin. I wanted to know if what he felt was real or just a conditioned response to the desire to please her.

But...

Y/N: You don't know what you're feeling.

He furrowed his brow, the wings moving slightly behind him.

Sunghoon: So teach me.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Y/N: Sunghoon…

Sunghoon: You said that freedom is being able to choose. (he moved closer, their lips almost touching) I choose you.

Y/N's body responded before her mind. She leaned towards him, her fingers sliding over the collar-marked neck.

She wanted to believe that it was a choice.

I wanted to believe that he wanted her the same way she wanted him.

But did he really understand?

And could she resist the idea of taking him for herself?

The days went by, and Sunghoon became an extension of Y/N.

He no longer stayed in the room, waiting for orders. Now, he followed her everywhere, like a silent shadow. At the lavish dinners, where the powerful exchanged false smiles and toasts full of ulterior motives, Sunghoon was by her side, observing everything with curious eyes. 

On the morning walks through the garden, he smelled the flowers and asked Y/N why some people smiled only with their lips, but never with their eyes.

She taught him every day.

Y/N: This is called a lie (they explained once, running the tips of their fingers over his wrist) People lie all the time. For others and for themselves.

He frowned, holding her hand between his.

Sunghoon: Do you lie to me?

Y/N held their breath.

Y/N: I... (she hesitated) I never want to lie to you, Sunghoon.

He smiled, satisfied with the answer.

But Jaemin was not satisfied.

He observed everything from afar, his gaze growing increasingly dark as he watched 

Sunghoon claim a space that had never been his.

Before, Y/N wouldn't even let him touch her.

Now, that mutant was by her side all the time, receiving the looks and smiles that Jaemin had spent years begging for.

And then, that night, everything fell apart.

He saw them.

It was late, and the mansion's hall was empty. Jaemin was descending the stairs when he abruptly stopped upon seeing a scene that made his blood boil.

Y/N was leaning against one of the marble columns, her fingers gently sliding over Sunghoon's face.

He held her waist, his gaze filled with something Jaemin had never seen before. Something raw. Something human.

And then it happened.

Sunghoon leaned in, hesitating at first, but soon gathered his courage, pressing his lips against hers.

The first kiss.

Not a rehearsed kiss.

Not an ordered kiss.

But a genuine kiss.

Jaemin felt something break inside him.

The fury took over his body like an uncontrollable flame. He clenched his fists and felt his nails dig into his own skin.

That couldn't go on.

Sunghoon needed to be reminded of who he was.

And, above all, of whom he could never have.

The anger burned in Jaemin like a corrosive poison.

He couldn't erase the scene from his mind: Sunghoon holding Y/N as if he had some right over her. As if he were a real man and not a purchased object. As if that kiss meant something beyond a stupid illusion.

No.

This needed to end.

That same night, when Y/N went to take a shower, Jaemin found Sunghoon alone in the room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, with a calm expression and perfect posture, as if he belonged there. As if he had completely forgotten where he came from.

Great. He would make a point of reminding him.

Jaemin: Stand up. (Jaemin ordered, his voice low and dangerous)

Sunghoon slowly raised his eyes. Something inside them shone... Confidence? Challenge?

Jaemin gritted his teeth.

Jaemin: I said... standing up.

This time, Sunghoon obeyed. But something in the way he moved made Jaemin want to destroy him. The way he didn't lower his head. The way he seemed to believe he belonged to Y/N.

Jaemin: You forgot what it is, didn't you? (Jaemin laughed, coldly) Do you think you're more than a pet now?

Sunghoon didn't answer. But there was something in the way he stood still, as if he were waiting.

Jaemin: You need to remember (Jaemin murmured, getting closer until he was just a few centimeters away) And I will make sure that happens.

Before Sunghoon could react, Jaemin grabbed the collar around his neck and pressed the button on the remote.

The scream that tore through Sunghoon's throat was dry and desperate.

He fell to his knees at that very moment, his hands gripping the collar as his body convulsed with unbearable pain. The shock burned inside, destroying any strength he had.

Jaemin crouched down beside him, gripping his face roughly.

Jaemin: You should never have touched her.

Sunghoon gasped, his chest rising and falling with difficulty. His eyes were cloudy, but even amidst the pain, he didn't break. He didn't cry.

And that just made Jaemin press the button again.

Sunghoon's scream echoed through the mansion.

But Jaemin didn't mind.

He just smiled.

Y/N knew something was wrong the moment they opened the bedroom door.

The metallic smell in the air. The absence of any sound.

So, she saw.

Sunghoon was on the ground, his knees bent, his chest heaving as if each breath were a struggle. His arms trembled, and his hands were clenched around the collar's collar, as if he were trying to tear it off by force. The face, once serene and submissive, was pale, sweaty.

And then, slowly, he raised his eyes to her.

Y/N held their breath.

Sunghoon's eyes were... different. The submission was still there, but now there was something else. Something broken. Something desperate.

Y/N: Sunghoon… (her voice almost faltered when saying his name)

He opened his mouth to speak, but before any words came out, Jaemin appeared at the door behind her, adjusting the sleeves of his jacket with a satisfied smile.

Jaemin: You should teach your pet not to take what isn't theirs. (Jaemin said casually, as if he were talking about something trivial)

Y/N's body froze.

Y/N: What did you do?

Jaemin raised an eyebrow, amused.

Jaemin: What was necessary.

Y/N's chest rose and fell quickly. Her gaze returned to Sunghoon, who was still kneeling, his lips slightly parted, his eyes fixed on her as if she were the only thing keeping him there.

She knelt beside him, her fingers trembling as they touched his face.

He didn't move away.

He never stayed away.

But at that moment, Y/N saw something in his eyes that had never been there before.

Fear.

And it was as if something inside her broke too.

She looked at Jaemin, her hands tightly around Sunghoon.

Y/N: I swear (her voice came out low, filled with hatred) that you will regret this.

Jaemin laughed, shaking his head.

Jaemin: You talk as if you have power over something. As if he were yours.

Y/N felt Sunghoon's muscles tense under their touch. He was trembling.

She ran her hand through her hair, feeling a painful tightness in her chest.

Y/N: He is mine.

The words came out without her realizing, but upon saying them, she knew they were true.

Sunghoon closed his eyes for a moment, as if those words were all he needed to hear.

And it was there that Y/N made their decision.

She wouldn't let Jaemin touch him again.

She would free him.

The price didn't matter.

That night, Y/N didn't leave Sunghoon's side.

Ignoring any protest or look from Jaemin. He took care of him with his own hands, cleaning the cuts left by the collar, massaging the muscles stiff with pain, letting him rest his head on his lap when his body finally succumbed to exhaustion.

She ran her fingers through his dark hair, feeling her heart tighten at seeing him so vulnerable.

Y/N: I promise... (murmured against her skin) I will never let this happen again.

Sunghoon slowly opened his eyes, staring at her with that blind and devoted intensity that took her breath away.

Sunghoon: If you want this... then I believe.

He believed in her. Even after everything.

And it was there that Y/N decided.

Jaemin would pay.

The following days were silent, but full of meaning.

Y/N didn't allow Jaemin to get close to Sunghoon. She was attentive to every detail, every movement, every shadow of danger that might loom over them.

And, in the midst of it all, she was plotting.

Sunghoon started helping her without even needing explanations. He was observant, intelligent — more than Jaemin ever suspected. Each order from Y/N was followed without hesitation, each test, each small strategy.

And then, on the exact night that Y/N chose, they attacked.

Jaemin was in his office when the door slowly opened. He looked up, surprised to see Y/N standing there, alone.

She rarely went to him.

Jaemin: What happened? (he asked, swirling the whiskey glass in his hand)

She entered, her steps slow and measured.

Y/N: I need to talk.

Jaemin smiled, satisfied.

Jaemin: Finally.

He stood up, ready to approach, but before he could take a step, a shadow appeared behind him.

Fast.

Feroz.

Sunghoon.

Before Jaemin could react, Sunghoon grabbed his arms and pushed him against the table. The mutant's superhuman strength kept him immobile.

Jaemin: What the hell—?!

Jaemin shouted, but was interrupted when Y/N approached and, with steady hands, pulled something from their pocket.

The control of the collar.

Jaemin's eyes widened.

Jaemin: No.

But Y/N just smiled.

Y/N: Yes.

She pressed the button.

And then, everything happened too fast.

Sunghoon pulled the collar from his own neck, the clasp coming undone as if it had never been strong enough to hold him. Jaemin was still trying to understand what was happening when he felt the leather tighten around his throat.

The roles were reversed.

Now, it was he who was caged.

Now, it was he who was defenseless.

Y/N held the controller tightly, satisfaction shining in their eyes.

Y/N: Let's see how you handle this.

She pressed the button again.

And Jaemin fell to his knees.

Jaemin's screams echoed through the dark room.

The floor was stained with sweat, blood, and despair.

Sunghoon was next to Y/N, watching her in silence as she pressed the button on the remote again. Jaemin writhed on the floor, foam forming at the corners of his lips.

He no longer seemed like the same powerful and untouchable man.

Now, he was just a wounded animal.

And Sunghoon liked seeing him like that.

Y/N: I think he's going to faint. (in a voice heavy with coldness)

Sunghoon tilted his head, his black eyes shining under the dim light of the room.

Sunghoon: Not yet. (his voice was low, serene) Not before the true punishment.

Jaemin gasped on the ground, trying to catch his breath. His head tilted to the side, and he looked at Sunghoon with hatred in his eyes.

Jaemin: You... will... pay for this...

Sunghoon knelt beside him and held his chin with a force that made him groan in pain.

Sunghoon: No, Jaemin... (Sunghoon whispered, a small smile playing on his lips) You are the one paying.

Jaemin tried to spit on him, but Sunghoon just laughed.

It was then that he looked at Y/N.

Sunghoon: I heard his conversation with the museum owner. (Sunghoon said softly) He said he never touched you.

Jaemin froze.

The silence that followed was heavier than any scream of pain.

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine upon seeing Sunghoon's gaze. She knew. She knew what that meant.

Sunghoon: That... would destroy you, wouldn't it? (Sunghoon continued, leaning closer to Jaemin) Knowing that she never wanted you. Never gave you anything. But she wants me.

Jaemin's eyes widened, and Y/N held their breath.

Sunghoon turned his gaze to her, and his expression changed completely. The fierce look softened, and he approached slowly.

Sunghoon: But... (his voice became a whisper) Do you want this?

Y/N's heart was pounding.

She wanted him.

I wanted it so much it hurt.

But there was something inside her that hesitated. He had been used before. Touched by hands he did not desire.

She didn't want to be just another person to hurt him.

Y/N: I... (she wet her lips, hesitant) Sunghoon... and if…

He raised his hand and touched her face with a gentleness that made her gasp.

Sunghoon: I want you. (his voice was sincere, raw, filled with emotion) Only you.

Y/N felt something inside her shatter.

The hesitation disappeared.

Jaemin watched everything without being able to say a word. He knew. He knew that would be the end.

And when Sunghoon held Y/N by the waist and pulled her against him, he knew he was right.

The true hell for Jaemin was just beginning.

The room was filled with a thick, suffocating tension. The only sound was Jaemin's ragged breathing, still trying to recover from the pain, and the erratic rhythm of Y/N's heart.

Sunghoon was too close, his warm body against hers. His black wings enveloped them both, creating a cocoon of darkness where only they existed.

Sunghoon: I want you. (Sunghoon repeated, his voice low, almost pleading) Only you.

Y/N held his face between her hands, her fingers caressing his pale skin. The black eyes were filled with something intense, something he barely understood, but that desired her with everything he had.

Y/N: If it's too much... (she started, but he interrupted her)

Sunghoon: You are my first choice. (Sunghoon whispered against her lips) I want this. I want to feel you. I want to know what it's like.

It was enough for any hesitation to disappear.

The desire had been burning in Y/N for days, the hunger growing with each touch, with each submissive glance he cast her way. Now, she had him there, ready, surrendering without reservations.

And Jaemin was watching everything.

Sunghoon kissed Y/N with a mixture of need and adoration. His mouth was warm, eager, desperate to know her in every way. His hands slid over her body, hesitant at first, but soon firm, learning how to touch her.

The control of the collar slipped from Y/N's hands as she pulled Sunghoon closer, her nails scratching his back, feeling the tense muscles under her fingers.

Sunghoon: You are beautiful... (he murmured between kisses, each word laden with reverence) Perfect.

Jaemin groaned in frustration on the floor, but neither of them looked at him. He no longer existed at that moment.

Sunghoon laid Y/N on the table, his dark eyes scanning her body as if he were seeing something sacred. His hands slid slowly, tracing every curve, every shiver, while his lips explored her skin.

Y/N felt adored, desired in a way they had never felt before.

Sunghoon: Tell me what to do... (Sunghoon asked, his voice trembling, his lips parted in a silent plea)

Y/N's heart melted.

She guided his hands, showed him what she wanted, how she wanted it. And he obeyed every command, each of her moans being a reward for his devotion.

The movements started slow, but soon became urgent, desperate. Sunghoon trembled against her, his eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

Sunghoon: Is this... is this good? (he asked, panting, as if he needed her validation)

Y/N smiled against his skin, holding his face with both hands.

Y/N: It's perfect. You are perfect.

Sunghoon groaned, pressing his forehead against hers.

And then, finally, he surrendered completely.

Pleasure enveloped them like a storm, consuming them mercilessly. Sunghoon held Y/N tightly, as if fearing she would disappear, his warm breath against her neck.

Sunghoon trembled against Y/N, his eyes half-closed in pure confusion and pleasure.

She guided him with patience, with affection, as if each of her touches were something precious, something he should savor slowly. Her hands glided over his skin, feeling the muscles contract under her touch.

He had never experienced this before.

He never knew he could desire something beyond what was imposed on him.

And now, Y/N was there, teaching him that pleasure could be given, not taken.

Sunghoon gasped when her lips brushed against his chest, slowly descending. His breath caught in his throat, and he looked down, confused.

Sunghoon: What…? (he couldn't finish the sentence)

Y/N smiled, their fingers tracing the firm line of his abdomen before descending to his penis.

Y/N: Trust me. (his voice was a whisper, a promise)

He trusted.

I would always trust.

Sunghoon propped himself up on his elbows, watching her as she slid down.

The air escaped from his lungs with a sob when her lips brushed the tip of his member.

Sunghoon: Y/N… (he trembled, his entire body shivering)

She looked at him, her eyes shining under the dim light of the room.

Y/N: Has anyone ever touched you like this? (the question was asked gently, but he felt its weight)

He swallowed hard, shaking his head.

Sunghoon: Never... (his voice was a whisper) No one... has ever done this to me.

Y/N's eyes softened.

Y/N: So, I want you to just feel.

And then, she enveloped him with her lips, slowly and deeply.

Sunghoon shouted.

Pleasure hit him like a shock, an intense shiver running down his spine.

He had never felt anything like this before.

It has always been something forced, painful, impersonal. But this? That was warmth, it was softness, it was desire.

He grabbed the papers that were under the table, his eyes wide, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Sunghoon: Y/N… (your name slipped from his lips like a pleading moan)

She devoured him patiently, savoring every reaction from him, every interrupted sigh. Her hands held his thighs, keeping him in place while she explored every inch with her tongue.

Sunghoon didn't know what to do.

I didn't know where to put my hands, how to contain the overwhelming pleasure that surged through my body like a furious wave.

Y/N: Is it good? (Y/N murmured against him, their warm breath making him tremble)

Sunghoon: Yes... (the answer came out in a drawn-out moan) It's so... so good…

He didn't want it to end.

I didn't want that touch to disappear.

It was as if, for the first time, someone was touching him because they wanted to, because they desired to.

And it made his heart ache in a way he didn't understand.

He grabbed her hair, not to force her, but because he needed to hold her, needed to feel that it was real.

Sunghoon: I… I don't... I don't know how long... (he could barely form words)

Y/N smiled at him.

Y/N: Just give in.

And he surrendered.

Pleasure took him violently, his eyes closing tightly as his body arched beneath her. He moaned her name like a prayer, his fingers gripping until his knuckles turned white.

It was intense.

It was liberating.

It was the first time that pleasure was not something taken from him.

It was given.

And when he finally opened his eyes, he found Y/N watching him, her lips slightly swollen, a glimmer of satisfaction and tenderness in her gaze.

Sunghoon pulled her up, hugging her tightly, burying his face in her neck.

Sunghoon: Thank you… (his voice was hoarse, almost inaudible)

Y/N stroked his hair, smiling against his skin.

Y/N: Always.

Jaemin was sobbing on the floor, devastated.

Y/N smiled, satisfied.

The revenge was complete.

Sunghoon didn't care about him anymore.

There was only Y/N.

And he wanted her forever.

The silence was almost absolute, except for the heavy breathing of Sunghoon and Y/N, still wrapped in the heat of the moment. Jaemin was lying on the floor, his body trembling, his eyes fixed on them with a hatred that mingled with pure despair.

He was devastated.

Sunghoon watched him for a moment, his chest rising and falling slowly as he absorbed what had happened. Something inside him felt different, as if an invisible chain had been broken.

He felt free.

But it still wasn't enough.

Sunghoon reluctantly stepped away from Y/N, standing up. He approached Jaemin, his dark eyes shining with something dangerous.

Jaemin tried to pull away, but the collar around his neck kept him restrained.

Sunghoon: What happened? (Sunghoon asked in a calm tone, but laden with irony) Didn't you like the show?

Jaemin grunted, his face red with anger.

Jaemin: You... bastard... (he tried to get up, but Sunghoon pressed a foot against his chest, pushing him back to the ground)

Y/N: Be careful with what you say. (the voice of Y/N cut through the air, smooth but lethal)

Jaemin swallowed hard. For the first time, it seemed he truly understood that he no longer had control.

Sunghoon bent down, his fingers gripping the collar control. He twirled it between his fingers, experiencing the feeling of power.

For years, he lived under the dominion of this pain, feeling each shock as a reminder that he was not his own master.

Now, it was different.

He had control.

He pressed the button.

Jaemin screamed, his body arching on the ground as electricity coursed through his spine. 

His skin glistened with cold sweat, his eyes rolling for a moment.

Sunghoon observed everything with a neutral, almost indifferent expression.

Y/N approached slowly, kneeling beside Sunghoon. His hand slid over his, guiding his fingers to press the button once more.

Jaemin let out a groan of pain, his resistance breaking more with each passing second.

Sunghoon: You liked doing this with me, didn't you? (Sunghoon asked, tilting his head) Now do you understand what it's like to be on the other side?

Jaemin opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a weak groan.

Y/N: You are nothing but a pathetic piece of trash. (Y/N whispered near his ear) And now, you will pay for everything.

Sunghoon pulled Jaemin by the collar, their faces just centimeters apart.

Sunghoon: What happened? Got nothing to say? (he mocked, a dark smile appearing on his lips) It's not fun when you're not the one in control, is it?

Jaemin gasped, his body completely surrendered to suffering.

Y/N took the collar key and looked at Sunghoon.

Y/N: What are we going to do with him?

Sunghoon looked at Jaemin, analyzing him as if he were deciding the fate of an insignificant insect.

Then, a cruel smile curved his lips.

Sunghoon: I think he deserves to taste a bit of his own medicine.

Jaemin's eyes widened, the understanding of what was to come finally sinking in.

Sunghoon slid his fingers along Jaemin's neck, tugging at the collar chain before turning to Y/N.

Sunghoon: Shall we play a little more, my love?

The wicked gleam in Y/N's eyes was the only answer he needed.

The revenge was just beginning.

Jaemin trembled, his body surrendered to exhaustion and despair. The pain was eating him from the inside out, but the worst part wasn't the shock of the collar, nor the precise blows that Sunghoon dealt. The worst part was looking at Y/N and seeing the glimmer of satisfaction in their eyes.

She was enjoying seeing him like this.

And that destroyed him more than any physical pain.

Y/N approached slowly, the heels of her shoes echoing on the marble floor. She knelt beside Jaemin, holding his face between her delicate fingers.

Y/N: You wanted so much for me to look at you, didn't you? (her voice was low, almost a poisonous whisper) You wanted me to desire you... But just look at you now.

Jaemin's eyes filled with hatred, but there was something else there. Humiliation.

Sunghoon knelt beside them, the shadow of his black wings casting across the room. He smiled slightly, tilting his head.

Sunghoon:: Tell me, Jaemin… Do you regret it?

The silence was heavy.

Jaemin didn't respond.

Sunghoon grabbed the collar remote and pressed the button again, making Jaemin scream, his body bending in pain.

Sunghoon: I asked... (Sunghoon whispered against his ear, his fingers gliding softly over Jaemin's sweaty skin) Do you regret it?

Jaemin was gasping, tears welling up in his eyes. His body no longer had the strength to resist.

Jaemin: Y-yes...

Y/N smiled, satisfied.

Y/N: Too bad it's too late.

She looked at Sunghoon, who already understood what she meant.

He pulled Jaemin by the hair, forcing him to look at him one last time.

Y/N: You won't hurt anyone anymore.

And then, Sunghoon broke his neck with a single move.

A crack echoed through the room.

Jaemin's body fell lifeless to the ground, his eyes still wide open.

Sunghoon stood still for a moment, looking at him. He felt something new within himself.

Freedom.

But it wasn't Jaemin's absence that gave her that feeling.

It was Y/N.

He turned to her, his wings fully spreading.

Sunghoon: It's over. (he murmured)

She smiled softly, extending her hand to him.

Y/N: Come with me.

Sunghoon didn't hesitate. He took her hand and pulled her close, wrapping her in a tight embrace.

Sunghoon: Am I free now? (he asked, his voice heavy with emotion)

Y/N ran their fingers through his hair, their eyes softening.

Y/N: Yes, my love. You are free.

He held her close, inhaling her perfume, feeling her warmth.

So, he smiled.

Sunghoon: If freedom means being without you... then I never want to be free.

Y/N felt her heart tighten in her chest, an intense emotion taking over her.

She held his face and kissed him, slowly, deeply, sealing her promise.

Sunghoon was no longer a collectible piece.

He was hers.

And, for the first time, it was a choice.

Y/N: Let's finish what we started.

Y/N slid their fingers gently across his face.

Next week's challenge: Obedience / Curse

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

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Febuwhump Day 21: Put on Display

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

a/n3: sorry if I’m wrong about the statistics on women drivers. It’s 11:30pm. If you let me know how I’m wrong, I’ll gladly fix it!

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y/n_rb

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y/n_rb: I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do anything right enough for you guys…these are just a handful of posts that talk about me like they know anything about me. Like they know what kind of stress and pressure a driver is under — to perform, to make it look good and easy, to please the sponsors and the team and the fans, to succeede...

No. Instead I’m just put on display and picked at and prodded and judged…it’s not something new to me — but I finally have enough of a platform to speak out against it.

You’re not a fan of me, of the sport, if these are the kind of stuff you post. Because if you can casually post these kinds of things about me — I have no doubt you’re willing to start posting that about other drivers when they start to displease you. It’s not fun for anyone to see this and surely it can’t be fun for you either — to have people you claim to hate living rent free in your mind.

So how about you just stop?

(And for some clarification? In order — me after a Saudi Arabia (my first full f1 race where my water didn’t work — I was so dehydrated and tired, it was all I could do to not pass out), me talking to my niece who knew I was probably going to be called away at any second and understood, a photo shoot for sponsors where I was specifically told not to smile as to promote a serious atmosphere, me and yourbff where I was congratulating her after a successful FP1 where we were the first 2 females to race in formula 1 cars simultaneously (making history), and lastly — yes I look like a model there BECAUSE it was part of a photo shoot helping promote the sport to the wider FEMALE audience)

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user1: go OFF queen

↳user2: literally gagging the haters 🙏

yourbff: at least they got our good sides…

↳oscarpiastri: neither of you have good sides…

↳yourbff: you’re rude as fuck Aussie…

↳y/n_rb: don’t worry babe. I’ll deal with him

user3: just how fucking rude are people???

↳user4: a lot — it’s a damn cesspool over there

↳user3: damn am I glad I’m not on that platform anymore then

alex_albon: very well said y/n

↳y/n_rb: thanks albono!!

↳alex_albon: I’m guessing the chances of that nickname going away is impossibly low??

↳logansargeant: yup

lewishamilton: extremely well said y/n and I’m glad that I’ve had the chance to race against such an inspiration for others

↳y/n_rb: I really should be saying that to you Sir Lewis Hamilton!

↳lewishamilton: Lewis is fine

↳y/n_rb: it is not but thanks!

familymember: your niece wants to say hi!

↳y/n_rb: hi baby!

↳familymember: hiiiiiii auntie y/nnie!!

↳y/n_rb: my beautiful girl 😍😍😍

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[taintedsoul-if]

I won't try to mince or sugarcoat my words; I'll just get to the point. Just know this is going to be a long one.

In the past, there was a lot of confusion about the world I am trying to shape in Tainted Souls. Honestly, from a reader's point of view, I found my writing lacking in a lot of areas, and because of that, I was between emotions about whether or not I should just delete my blog and my IF and just go back to lurking. Tainted Souls has been around for 3 years or less, I think. And even though it has been around so long, I am new to this whole choice concept.

Once upon a time, I had a Wattpad account where I would create stories. I lost motivation because my editing skills suck a lot, but there was this published author who would read my story and just, you know, she would push me, and sometimes she'd even tell me to send the chapters I would be putting out so she could edit them. Yes, I have a tendency to give up easily, and yes, my motivation isn't.... ugh.

In my last demo, I did a summarization of basically what happened to the original owner before you, the protagonist, transmigrated into the body. At that time, I just wanted to add a few choices even if those choices didn't do shit for the story. During my break, I got down to thinking a lot... I've always been a lover of Chinese novels' reincarnation, transmigration, plot holes, those things, and usually, I'd meet all these systems that were just so full of life, narcissistic, dense, downright evil you know and I always just had this plot in my head where I just started shaping my mini world. Nothingness is different it's not just a system. For every Chinese novel that I read, the backstory is usually something that is just dealt with immediately. Feeding bits and pieces as one goes along just breaks immersion as far as I'm concerned. And I know that it is hard to focus sometimes, especially when it comes to reading... but if one is going to be reading and cannot even remember basic things about the plot, is that book even worth one's time and energy?

Let me just be honest: I've read hundreds of books and best believe just by looking at the synopsis of book books that I've read in the past, I can remember every single important detail of that book that I read. Whether I enjoyed it or not. Books and I are tight... 😂😂

The back story is important even though it is a wall of text because I feel as though it would be weird to just give one line... example...

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Before ${he} could act, ${he} was knocked unconscious and thrown into the gates of Ostror.

When ${he} woke, a Gorewing descended upon ${him}. No escape. No mercy. The Original Owner perished in agony, ${his} body left to rot. Three days later, the Prime Minister rushed the funeral, eager to bury his disgrace of a ${son} before rumors could spread.*

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😤😤

What I do best is write. What I do best is to explain things even if it isn't important to the plot at the moment. Down below, I will add a few screenshots of the unedited backstory of the Original Owner's backstory, and you can all make your decision...

Yes, pronouns are incorrect and there are overused words like Original Owner.

Whatever your choices may be I am already prepared. So, please do not be afraid to give your honest vote opinion. Anyway, thank you for taking the time to vote, and please enjoy your day.

[glamorous-egoist]

So I haven’t been this sad in an episode of a medical drama since a handful of ER episodes. (I won’t spoil for folks who are discovering the show for the first time.)

Literally the saddest hour I’ve experienced in a while. Spoilers under the cut for Ep. 8.

I’ll start with the drowning death because honestly what the hell man…

The little girl who drowned that was agonizing, whoever played the mom? Heartbreaking, like I felt that through the screen. Once again Mel, my girl Mel, watching her sit with the sister actually made me teary eyed, she’s excellent, I love her so much. Like the entire part of the episode with the drowning victim and the sisters, she was so good.

Mel also finally getting relief about Rita and her mother too, I’m glad she came back.

Shifting to Javadi, Santos and Garcia for the Crohn’s Disease patient, which was not GI related. Javadi realizing it was a spider bite and getting the patient the help she needed, while showing off to her mom? Yes! I’m so glad to see her gaining confidence. Javadi is quickly becoming a favorite.

Santos. Nope not going there. I get it, I do, but she’s really bothering me. Kudos to her actress. Also for the record I don’t actively hate her, the writing just makes me really dislike her, I recoil with her behavior. It reminds me a lot of Carter in Season 2 of ER, I would actively cringe when he was on screen with his nonsense.

I am actively rewatching ER as I watch The Pitt, I’d started before The Pitt premiered. This is my third or fourth rewatch of ER, after watching it air live in the 90s/00s. So my crush on Noah has been two decades long in case you’re wondering.

Though kudos to Garcia for standing up for Langdon, I’m glad to see that there is no bad blood just good natured ribbing.

McKay and the weird pair of women, that may or may not be trafficking. It sounds like trafficking though, but her with Dana keeping them apart to try and get to the bottom of it? Love it! But I love Dana, that is my GOAT. Just really curious as to where that’s going?

The pacemaker patient, great little tidbit of history it’s great when a show can do that, this show really has shown the POC struggle and I really have to commend it.

Both Langdon and Robby teaching in that scene, so good no notes. Mohan also, I mean she’s great same with Javadi, all four of them were just excellent. I really love Langdon, I think he’s a great doctor, and I’m excited to see how he develops. But also the fact the pacemaker patient spoke about Adamson, seeing Robby get choked up, I felt that, you can tell it meant a lot. Kudos to Noah and his acting.

Collins, McKay and Santos and the missing finger. Another scene I had to close my eyes for because it was a bit too much. Though the patient hitting on Collins and realizing something was wrong a scene later was quite interesting esp after mentioning he was studying psychology.

Which brings me to Collins, the choice to show her having to get back to work after the miscarriage is hard. It’s hard to know that this is a reality a lot of women face and one that people don’t want to discuss out loud, but we should. I didn’t think she’d finish the shift, but here she is. Also what level of torture is this making her work the damn drowning, you all are out of your damn minds.

I’m really curious on the background with that and Robby, just keep dangling it I guess. Whatever. Pfft. (I care so much, please tell us!)

On Robby the exchange at Central with Dana about Mohan, Carter my love is that you? (Again if the lawsuit comes for me so be it, I really don’t care!) also him sitting down and explaining things to grieving people with compassion? It reminds me of Dr. Mark Greene… I’ll do my time in jail I don’t care!

Finally we get to the organ donor and honor walk, what a heartbreaking scene, but just so real. Ever seen those videos on social media? Ugly crying over it here too, but glad to see that story wrapped.

Honorable mentions? Myra girl, do not scare me like that again! Mohan and the heavy metals patient, again Dana my GOAT with the patient scores dig at Robby, she’s right and we all know it. Dana and Whitaker another great exchange, she’s the best. Also my boy made it another hour!

See you next week?