#and give it a good mix so you can come out of this a little more wiser than before

[p0orbaby]

Could you write something about reader having surgery? Leah worrying about her & getting super stressed out x

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Leah’s pacing. Of course she is. She’s wearing the trainers that squeak on the hospital floor, the ones you begged her to throw away three months ago. “They’ve got character,” she said then, like that was a reasonable argument for keeping footwear that sounded like an off-brand comedy gag every time she took a step. Now, the sound feels like a metronome for her anxiety.

She’s also muttering under her breath, something about waiting rooms being designed to drive people mad. “Why is there always a random fish tank?” she asks no one in particular, gesturing at the gurgling monstrosity in the corner. “Like, is that meant to be calming? Watching a clownfish swim into a plastic castle?”

Kim, who you bullied into babysitting Leah while you’re in surgery, hums noncommittally and sips her tea. It’s the worst thing she could’ve done because it prompts Leah to snap, “You’re too calm. Why are you so calm?”

“Because it’s a routine procedure,” Kim replies, her tone so even it borders on condescending. “She’ll be fine, Leah”

But Leah doesn’t look convinced. She crosses her arms, leans against the wall, then decides against it and resumes pacing. “Routine doesn’t mean risk-free,” she mutters. “What if they mix up her file with someone else’s? What if they give her a kidney transplant instead of fixing her knee?”

“Are you hearing yourself right now?” Kim asks, barely suppressing a laugh.

Leah whirls around. “Anything’s possible, Kim. Hospitals are chaos. I’ve read articles”

Kim just shakes her head and goes back to scrolling her phone, clearly regretting agreeing to this.

Leah’s still fidgeting when the surgeon finally appears. The man is smiling, calm and professional, but she doesn’t let her guard down. Not even when he says, “The operation went smoothly. She’s in recovery now”

“Define smoothly,” Leah demands, squinting at him like he’s lying. “No complications? No close calls? You didn’t drop anything inside her, did you?”

“Leah!” Kim hisses, mortified.

The surgeon, to his credit, only blinks. “She’s fine,” he repeats, clearly accustomed to this brand of hysteria. “You can see her shortly”

Leah doesn’t wait. She marches down the hall like she’s storming the pitch, the squeaking of her trainers echoing behind her.

When she reaches your room, you’re half-conscious, propped up in bed with a silly-looking hospital gown that does nothing for your dignity. Your eyes flutter open at the sound of her trainers, and you manage a groggy smile.

“You’re here,” you mumble, your voice sluggish from the anaesthetic.

“Of course I’m here,” Leah says, pulling a chair up to your bedside. “How do you feel? Do you need water? Ice? A lawyer in case something went wrong?”

You blink at her, too out of it to process her rambling. “I think they gave me morphine. I feel amazing”

Leah exhales sharply, her hands twitching like she wants to touch you but isn’t sure where. “Good. That’s good. You look… fine. A bit pale. But fine”

“Thanks,” you slur. “You look sexy”

She finally smiles, though it’s small and a little wobbly. “You scared the hell out of me, you know”

You try to reach for her hand but miss by a mile. “Sorry. Love you”

Her expression softens, and she takes your hand, squeezing it gently. “Love you too. Just… don’t ever make me do this again, yeah?”

“No promises,” you mumble, already drifting back to sleep.

Leah stays by your side the entire time, even when the nurse comes in and politely asks her to stop squeaking her trainers against the floor.

[boofeine]

kinky things that make seventeen members more aroused during sex

WARNINGS: mdni, smut headcanons, afab reader, cum play, breeding kink, bondage, restraining, overstimulation, role play, edging, pain kink, orgasm dinal, spanking, choking

tags: @huen1ngk4i @aaniag @svteensworld @kooqitas @unlikelysublimekryptonite @yorkutis

seungcheol – cum play and breeding; it has to be raw sex... there's nothing seungcheol loves more than feel your walls pulsating around his cock. the way he can see his hot cum spurr on your ass cheek or on your breast, belly, neck, anywhere really. sometimes, when he feels a little risky, he can't help but ask to cum inside you, the way your cums mixed comes out of your clenching hole when he finally pulls out, he's done but he's ready to get hard again.

jeonghan – having to keep quiet; it's all about the teasing, he loves seeing you suffer to keep it down when it feels so good. your lips caged in your teeth as small whines treats to come out, "is it too much, babe?", he would tease with a devilish smirk, testing all your limits by restraining your high until you can't take it anymore. when you're finally coming undone, he loves to press his palm over your mouth or demand you to bite him to not moan too loud.

joshua – multiple orgasm; like... HEAR ME OUT!! he likes to take his time with you, he's so gentle, with no rush at all. sometimes, it's not even on purpose, but he's edging you so much, that when it finally comes, you cum and cum and cum again. his stamina is crazy and he won't stop until he's satisfied. you squirm and sweat under his workship, "are you tired? i haven't even started with you yet, lay down again for me".

junhui – role play; see, he just gives me those vibes. he'd feel embarrassed at first, but once you fully clock him in, he'd be obsessed. specially, scenarios where you're doming him, he fucking lose his mind... use him, step on him, anything, he's rock hard under your actions. as he grows used to it, he even asks you to get costumized for it, getting really in character, he loves sexy costumes and lacy fantasies.

soonyoung – pain kink; is it new for anyone? hoshi, himself, said he works better under pressure. he loves the spanking and the degradation, he squirms and growls because of you, but it also makes him want to do a better job... if not to make you fully satisfied, he's not doing anything. i see hoshi enjoying face slapping, rough gripping like grabbing his cheeks and jaw while he's on his knees for you, thumb slowly making its way inside his mouth as you laugh at how pathetic he looks for you.

wonwoo – edging; sometimes he's in his mean mode, he normally is sweet and passionate during sex but breaking a sweat to make you beg him to let you cum is one of his favorites. the way you wrap your legs around his hips, rolling yours as you bumble breathy words in between "please", he never cums harder, pinning you down on the mattress to stop you from running, his core pressing over your clit as wonwoo alternates in rough thrusts and slow ones. it makes you almost cry for his mercy.

jihoon – being loud; different from jeonghan, he loves to hear you loud and clear, it bust his ego that he's doing such a good job at delivering pleasure. it could get him off guard at first, too afraid someone would hear, his cheeks flushing, as you scream your moans. but he grows attached to it, it turned into his breaking point every sex, he always pounds harder just to hear you. "is it that good, huh? fuck! let me hear you"

seokmin – overstimulation; especially during oral, he loves the way your legs close on his head when it's too much, how you whine, whimper, and cry out his name. how the grip you have on him always tighten when you say it's too much and that you can't cum anymore. he snugs to your arms, sweetly saying you're a good girl and that he knows you can take it. your pussy swollen and hurt as he whispers "just one more, give it to me" but it's never the last. he loves to treat you well before he gets anything, he gets hard just by pleasing and hearing you.

mingyu – getting tied up; just give this man some handcuffs, put him tied on the bed headboard, i swear he'd cum by just you using him while he's not able to do anything. he likes the frustration, the way he always tries to break free just to touch you as you look at him, tutting and disapproving his not so well behavior. he always cum faster than anything when you use his cock as your fuck toy on your cunt.

minghao – blindfold; he enjoys doing it on you, you always get more out of breath and sensitive when he gets you blindfold. the thrill of it making goosebumps form easily, anticipating every move he might do next. he's obsessed at seeing you so vulnerable, you look nothing but innocent those times. your low moans and whines, he swears you're heaven sent, bumping his length as he touches your body, watching you react shakily, watching you gets him wetter.

seungkwan – rage sex and spanking; not a surprise either... he almost never fights with you, but if there's a good outcome to those fights, it is how frustrated you both get and pull out during the makeup deed. it goes both ways, he likes both, you doming him or him doming you, either way is intense. the choking, the slapping, the way the words turn just a bit bratty and aggressive. he manhandles you like you're born to be his little light doll, changing positions and throwing you around on the bed sheets.

vernon – bringing more people to the game; yes, he's into it. he's up for the threesome always, more than three people, he'd ponder, though. he likes every different aspect of it, just sitting back and watching, or being watched, or mixing positions. it adds to the sex and he's up to it. he's not a jealous guy but normally sets to making the things to you and just receiving for the third person, maybe that's what also arouses him so much, he doesn't gotta do much to cum.

chan – orgasm denial; more precise, being the one receiving it. he enjoys the feeling of his red sensative cockhead burning and dripping pre cum every time you stop him from cumming. the way it hurts just a bit and enough to make him roll his eyes when he finally cums. he won't cum until you say he can and that alone, that hold of power you have on him, makes him tight on his ball. but he's good, he's so well-behaved, you must treat him well.

[juste-en-passant]

So I’m extra late to the party, I just fell randomly on your post. But I’m going to react, bc I really agree with a part of your view, especially the marauder part. Keep in mind that I haven’t read any of the books in years, so I’m going with the lingering impression they left me with. So I’m not going to compare with the Golden Trio, or with the Malfoy’s friendship. Because I never had big thought on them.

First thing being : the entire story is a harry POV, so a subjective one, and from a 11 year old child with skewered biased views on society, coming from his primary socialization: the Dursley family. In the first book at least. Of course, he is going to see his father’s friend as a cool group, and of course his childhood rival and friends are going to be ugly idiots. And he is going to make fun about people’s face’s, and be dehumanizing, because as a child he always was, and he witnessed his aunt and uncle being dehumanizing talking about everything and everyone. He reproduce a pattern, because no one ever call him out. He went straight from the Dursley’s to almost raising himself in school (and meeting trauma after trauma along the way). He had a few parenting figures after that, the Weasley parents especially, but he saw them what, a few weeks every year? And they already had to parent a lot of other children. He was a calm child who never really was mean or violent towards anyone, so he was left alone most of the time. nobody parented him, he reproduced things he saw.

So yes, he may have all the defaults you listed. He also may have had an unweakened bisexuality that only showed up as “this man is so handsome. Yes he murdered my parents, but he is objectively gorgeous”. And we need to read this POV more critically, because it is not an omniscient narrator, but a subjective POV, and as we are not 11 anymore, we can begin to search for little psychological cues about Harry’s bias, and about how things really happened.

About the Slytherins: I don’t have a specially negative feeling about them. I think they were a group already formed when they entered Hogwarts, so they didn’t completely mixed with the other kids. And yes, I feel draco really cared about Crabbe, who he knew since they were both in diapers. Their relationship can’t be compared to the one of the golden trio or the marauders, who met in their first yea at Hogwarts. It’s a different dynamic is all.

About the golden trio, yes, Harry imprinted on Ron who was the first nice kid to him, and had an epidermic reaction to draco being condescending to his new friend. The first interaction in Mrs. Malkin was not a bad one, I don’t remember him having strong feelings about Draco at that time, draco who was only doing small talks, as he was trained to do, not especially friendly, or unfriendly. He was eleven and overwhelmed because his whole world just went bang. About Hermione : yes, sometimes it feels like pity friendship.

The marauder analysis is going to be the big part of this. Because the fascinating part of the marauder, that I don’t think JKR intentionally made up, is that they are the perfect representation of the dynamic of a small group of school bullies. And I say that as a person who met some.

And you pointed some of those elements:

For me, the core of the Marauder has always been James and Sirius.

James was an only child from a rich family (I think that’s canon), who, at 11, was kind of arrogant, but also raised in some values that he should care about others. And then he met Sirius, eldest (but not only) child of a rich and not so good family (having “met” the eldest version of his mother in canon, this clearly was an abusive household).

Sirius who was already rejecting in his mind everything that came from his family (I don’t think he already had a deep consciousness awakening  about his family’s value, just that he was extremely unhappy with his life), met James, and latched onto him (like Harry on Ron), as his first friend. And we can at least give it to James: he did not held the fact that Sirius was a Black against him immediately. This beginning of friendship is what gave Sirius the courage to make his final decision to go to Gryffindor (and it took a great deal of bravery, the hat wasn’t wrong about that. Snape, in a kind of similar situation, didn’t. But response to trauma differ from people to people and I digress).

Then came the two “minions”, as you said, Remus, and Peter.

Peter is a follower. Pure and simple. He is attracted to the aura of James and Sirius, he admires them, and love being part of the “popular” group. He is not really their friend (not deeply). And they (as you pointed out) are not very nice to him either. They  still make fun of him, and belittle him. He is just (I think) trying to go through his school years without being picked on too much. In situations where the group was bullying Snape or other people, he may even have been an aggravating factor, adding worse and worse ideas just to get approval from them.

And then there’s Remus. Often presented as the “nice one”, the one following the rules. That they may have picked by the goodness of their heart, because he was alone and sad, but was also extraordinarily convenient to the group : he was a brilliant student (I don’t remember, but I felt at some point that maybe they used him a little  for homework.. like Ron and harry did Hermione) and later a prefect. And as a prefect, he was very lenient with them and let them get away with a lot. Because he felt he owed them that. Because like peter, he was not “popular” coded, and felt grateful they took him in, even after they found out he was a werewolf, and he loved them for that. So no he never did anything to stop them.

And you are right on something else: they are never really presented as a group of bullies. Even in the half blood prince where it all blows up. The fact that Snape was their primary victim lowers the effect of this revelation(in my opinion), because at that point nobody likes him, and because he was also a little bitchy in school. They all were. They were teenagers. With magical powers. Obviously thing were about to go bumpy. So Harry is shocked by the fact his father and friends were not just brilliant pranksters, but also vicious bullies,  but not that much, because it is snape. And then Snapes murders Voldemort, so somehow, emotionally to harry (and to the reader) this seems to justify the bullying (see: they were right to attack him, he was bad from the start! which does not means this is true. Because their treatment of him participated in aggravating tendencies already present).

So will regret forever that this revelation didn’t come from another person, maybe someone Harry likes, and discovers they knew the marauders. So harry comes talk to them and gets an awkward face of someone who doesn’t want to talk ill of the boy’s dead’s parent. But they stuck him into a ceiling in his underwear in the middle of November, repeatedly humiliated them publicly and destroyed one of their most prized possession as a prank so he really doesn’t have great memory to share. And thinking about all that makes a panic attack begin so they just babble banality and flee to hyperventilate in peace.

So I’m not anti marauder, and not anti anyone really. And I agree with you one a thing in particular: the Potters are not all perfect, and the Malfoys are not all Shallow. They all have layers, imperfections. Good and bad moments. And thank the force for that : they are fleshed out characters who feel like people.

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Few. That was a big rant, sorry

Double Standards: Malfoys vs Potters Edition

It's interesting how people view the Malfoy vs Potter men. The Malfoys are often considered shallow while the Potters are lauded for befriending the "downtrodden".

James Potter befriended Remus Lupin, a disadvantaged werewolf. He and his friends became animagi for Lupin. That's great and all...but then why was Remus so hesitant to go against the status quo and speak out against the marauders - to do his job as prefect?

And James treated Wormtail like trash too.

‘How thick are you, Wormtail?’ said James impatiently. ‘You run round with a werewolf once a month –’

Nice to say that out loud where anyone can hear, Jamie.

‘Put that away, will you,’ said Sirius finally, as James made a fine catch and Wormtail let out a cheer, ‘before Wormtail wets himself with excitement.’ Wormtail turned slightly pink, but James grinned.

“Lily and James only made you Secret Keeper because I suggested it,” Black hissed, so venomously that Pettigrew took a step backwards. “I thought it was the perfect plan… a bluff… Voldemort would be sure to come after me, would never dream they’d use a weak, talentless thing like you… it must have been the finest moment of your miserable life, telling Voldemort you could hand him the Potters.”

You really don't get the vibe that Sirius or James held little Petie in high regard, do you?

It can't be more obvious that Sirus and James were top dogs and Peter and Remus were just add-ons.

As for Harry, where to start with him? He shows little empathy for other people and has a nasty habit of describing people in dehumanizing ways (eg. Aberforth, Salazar Slytherin, Marcus etc). He has probably described Tom Riddle, the guy who murdered his parents, as attractive more times than his own girlfriend Ginny. He latched on to Ron because of his family and honestly, Hermione feels like a pity friend at times. Harry hardly likes being around her without Ron. Harry has another nasty habit of giving his best friends the silent treatment until they come crawling back to him, even when he is in the wrong too (re firebolt for Hermione and Ron believing Harry entered his name in the goblet of fire).

‘Hullo,’ said the boy, ‘Hogwarts too?’ ‘Yes,’ said Harry. ‘My father’s next door buying my books and mother’s up the street looking at wands,’ said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. ‘Then I’m going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don’t see why first-years can’t have their own. I think I’ll bully father into getting me one and I’ll smuggle it in somehow.’

Yet, no one seems to give Lucius and Draco any credit. These people are supposed to be snobby, pureblood supremacists. Yet, even though Harry was dressed in decrepit muggle clothes, Draco still engaged him in conversation. Draco had no idea who Harry was, had no clue he was famous at the time, and still made several efforts to talk with him and continue the conversation even when Harry was cold and aloof.

And Severus Snape moved off to the other side of the Hall, away from Lily, to where the Slytherins were cheering him, to where Lucius Malfoy, a prefect badge gleaming upon his chest, patted Snape on the back as he sat down beside him …

Lucius knows 'Snape' is not a pureblood name. He could see Snape's clothes were probably old hand-me-downs. He knows Snape is way below his class. Yet, he still welcomes Snape warmly to Slytherin. What reason would he have to fake pleasantries with a poor half-blood? I doubt Slughorn or the other bigoted purebloods would care if Lucius left his seat in disgust at Snape's presence. Even as adults, it is indicated in the narrative multiple times that Lucius holds Snape in high esteem. Draco held Snape in high esteem too despite being a halfblood.

The same Snape that James Potter tormented for no good reason - because Snape existed. Instead of targetting the purebloods like Avery and Mulciber, James and his delinquent loser gang went after Snape, the poor half-blood. Harry literally did nothing as Snape lay dying in the same shack that Lupin almost killed him in two decades prior.

Harry describes Pansy as being pug-faced...yet Draco still dated her. Even though Crabbe turned on him, Draco still grieved for him afterwards. Compared to Harry who only dates the prettiest girls and body shames other girls if they don't meet his standard and only cares about people who do things for him, like him and are loyal to him. It's only when the people he dislikes die for him that he changes his tune and suddenly they become great people.

How can people say the Potters are less shallow than the Malfoys??Draco and Lucius will always be high-class elitists who believe in sticking with their 'own kind' but give credit where credit is due.

[ghouleaterr]

I have no proof but I think Josh has a fat ass (he did baseball so he probably does) but just imagine smacking it as a joke and he turns around and spanks yours…

warnings/tags: Switch!Josh to the rescue, lowkey sexual massaging and CRAZY amounts of groping, impact/spanking, slight degradation + praise, fingering ( more teasing? ) SADIST!JOSH AT THE END.

this took a bit of a turn and i went a little off the original request but dont worry this one is really good

i think Josh would definitely be into smacking your ass.. if you did it to his? oh boy.

- First time you do it he's got you hoisted over his shoulder and a firm hand playing with your fatty asscheek as he drags you to his room to fuck you.. because it was hot

- second time you do it he's laying down and you straddle his thighs and start groping and smacking his ass- he makes a sound.. a whimper maybe? no.. no that can't be it.. probably just smacked him a bit to hard.. though he isnt saying anything about it. Hm.

- you continue and get rougher to see how Josh will react, when you look up his shoulders are hunched slightly as he feels your thumbs graze between his legs while you have your fun with his ass. You notice his labored breathing and how his knuckles are white as he grips the throw pillow, his face stuffed against it to hide his face.

- He finally gets fed up and lightly kicks you off, turning to quickly grab your face and kiss you roughly- loud moans from Josh as he shoves himself ontop of you on the couch, leading harsh bites and hickeys down your throat, your surprised and loud whines making him even harder than he already was. He backs off and sits on the couch as he pats his lap and stares at you- a wide grin on his face as he softly comands you

"C'mon, come lay over my lap for me..."

- you give him a questioning look as you shrug and lay your stomach over his lap as you suddenly gasp at his cold fingers tracing under the waistband of your lounge shorts, his fingers and palm dipping further down as he slowly takes off your shorts and underwear, you turn to look at what he's doinv but before you even can you yelp at the quick sting and SMACK sound that echos in the room.

- you look at him as you see his blown out pupils staring down at your ass- where his hand landed againsg it harshly. rubbing the red spot out of sympathy.

"Ohoh!... that sounds nice.. stay still for me? maybe even count for me sweetheart?"

- Soon enough he's mixing between rubbing, slapping, and dipping his fingers into your soaked cunt as he relishes in the pained moans and arch of your back... you ass pressing up into his hand when he hits and rubs the spot after, his fingers leaving wetness on your ass everytime he goes from dipping his fingers tips through your folds back to groping your fleshy ass.

- When he finally sticks his fingers all the way in he uses his other hand to spread your thighs and ass to see your messy slicked over core, your legs and body trembling under his grip as he fingers your fast and rough- catching you off gaurd as your moan also turns into a high pitched whine as his other hand moves to continually smack against your ass- loving your almost confused painfully pleasured moans..

JWJWJ THIS GOT OUT OF HAND WOW

[spatialwave]

Jayce x reader fluff or head canons?

Yesss! These headcanons are a mix of fluff and silly slice-of-life! Hope they're what you're looking for! <3

Jayce loves to be the little spoon when going to bed. It makes him feel safe and comfortable, and especially loves it if you’re smaller than he is. However, he isn’t opposed to being the big spoon, especially if you’re seeking comfort. He’ll hold you against his chest, snoring gently into your ear.

On that note, he falls asleep extremely fast. One of those guys who says goodnight, closes his eyes and drifts to sleep immediately. He’s also a heavy sleeper; if you’re not his alarm, it will take everything to wake him up in the morning. 

He’s a morning person, to a fault. He wakes up bright and early to make tea and will be so chipper when you finally wake up and be unable to keep himself from pestering you in your half-asleep state. If you’re grumpy in the mornings, he’ll tease you, but make it up to you with a fresh coffee and breakfast.

He’s a decent cook, but not the best. If you teach him, he will want to cook you everything he can. Give him proper criticism, and he’ll reward you with a meal, and a kiss.

When it comes to public displays of affection, Jayce is a sucker for it. Especially when he becomes the Man of Progress and has more eyes on him. He loves holding your hand, pressing chaste kisses to your cheek and make sure everyone around knows that you’re his partner. Most people find it annoying, but he doesn’t care. (He probably tried to bring you up with him for his big speech, but they wouldn’t let him… such a dork)

Jayce is a hopeless romantic. He’ll fall in love with you so fast, when you smile at him for the first time, that’s when it hits. It’s his goal to make sure you’re the happiest person in the world.

If he ever works late or finds himself spending lots of time working on hextech, he’ll make it up to you. Whether it’s a night in alone (likely in bed), or spoiling you with gifts like roses and sweets. It’s impossible to not feel like the most important person in the world, with him around.

He gets you, along with Sky, to who watch him and Viktor practice their pitches for Heimerdinger and the council. 

If you’re shorter than him, he loves resting his chin on the top of your head. Pressing kisses and breathing in your scent. It calms him.

Jayce is a sucker for neck kisses, loves giving them but prefers receiving. It’s the one way to really make him squirm. If you want to get him particularly riled up, breath against the back of his neck or ears, he’ll shiver and fold for you immediately. A great way to get your dominance over him.

He loves giving you massages, his calloused hands gliding along your skin. Fingers working deeply into the tissue of your muscles and working out all the kinks and knots. Likewise, he appreciates them in return, and he always makes atrociously loud noses when you work over his tight muscles.

When he can, he likes to wake you up with kisses. Peppering the skin of your bare shoulders with gentle pecks, warm breath tickling your skin. He could do it for hours, feeling the way your skin breaks out into goosebumps.

Jayce is the type of dork to get you a promise ring. He would make a grand gesture out of it, eyes big and sparkling as he slides the ring onto your finger. It wouldn’t last long, though, because the moment he sees it he’ll want to actually propose. He’s very big into commitment. 

When he’s home, Jayce is shirtless. Always.

He smells like mahogany.

Lastly, he wants to be a dad so bad, but he fears he won't be good enough. It’s where much of his insecurities rise.

[kill4luvina]

First Time

Dealer!Sukuna xlnnocent!BlackReader

Summary : Your somehow childhood best friend is one of the biggest dealers in your city, he’s always pressing you when you ask to try smoking. Until one day he finally lets you, and while completely under the influence both of you end up in the least expected position

"I'd roll out of bed Say 'bout 2:30 mid day Hit the blunt then,                                                                                           hit you up to come over to my place"

You and your boy best friend were almost always together. When you'd go out to buy things for the new apartment you two had moved into, he'd be right next to you. When he was out dealing with a few orders, you'd be right next to him.

The only time you weren't with him was when he was dealing with more "dangerous" clients or when you or he were hanging out with your own friends. You didn't mind those reasons at all, but you hated when he'd leave to go smoke.

You'd always watch him roll up to leave, and when you'd ask to come with him, he'd shake his head and say something about wanting you to keep your innocence and not to worry about drugs.

You'd always tilt your head to the side in confusion as he left, leaving you with mixed emotions on the subject. You've never seen him smoke, drink or anything especially when you went to parties he'd be completely sober just to make sure you got home safe.

As you stared at your best friend, all these thoughts ran through your head. Both of you were on the couch, and he was on his phone, scrolling through messages. "What?" he asked, looking up for a moment.

Sukuna wasn't very nice, but when it came to you, he tried his best to give you everything you deserved—and so much more. You moved closer, grabbing his arm as you tried to find the right words.

"Sukunaa! Please let me smoke, even if it's just once with you! I want to try!" you begged, your voice trembling. His eyes glanced at you for a moment.

"No-" he'd start to say, but you cut him off, listing why he should let you. Your eyes watered as you tried to convince him.

He shook his head again, refusing, and then started to ignore you as you continued pleading.

"Okay... then I'll ask somebody else," you said, your frustration building. Sukuna looked at you momentarily, his eyes rolling, before he got up and walked to his room. You'd watch him come back with a pre-rolled blunt and a lighter.

You'd watch him light it, excitement and fear running through you as you sat watching him in awe. "Okay, for starters you can only smoke with me." He'd say seriously making eye contact so you understood.

"Alright, so just inhale. uon gotta inhale it u can let it sit in ya mouth for a sec then inhale into ya lungs, and then exhale." He'd explain showing you, you'd watch a little confused as he did it another 2 times passing it to you.

"You got that?" he looked a little concerned as you stared at the blunt a little scared. You'd hesitate before nodding your head putting it to your lips as you inhaled it straight into your lungs not completely understanding how to hold it in your mouth.

"woahh," he'd pull the blunt from your mouth realizing you were trying to take long inhales like him. You'd blow the smoke out and start coughing, Sukuna would pass you a bottle of water as he watched you try to catch your breath.

You'd look around wondering when they high would hit, nothing feeling different as you hit it another 2 times but each inhale not being so long as the first.

"Wait til that shit hit." You'd hear Sukuna say, you'd look at him tilting your head a little disappointed as you watch him hit it. "Yk, i heard fuckin while high feel good asl."

You found yourself sitting in Sukuna's lap, making out him in-between hits. This wasnt unusal, the both of you liked eachother but kept it on the low not wanting the title from fear of losing a good friendship. Lost in your thoughts you'd almost miss him putting his that was once in his waist-band to the side.

Then it hit, you completely forgot everything about yourself, where you were and who you were for a moment. You'd pull away for a second, your eye focusing on Sukuna before you remembered a little and went back to kissing him.

Subconsciously rubbing into the tent in his pants, everything you felt feeling so much more enhanced and so much stronger. "Mamas, you high?" he'd ask as your looked up at him nodding your head softly. "You wanna keep going?" he'd add.

"S-sukuna!" You'd moan, your pussy swallowing sukuna's dick whole, your eyes rolling back as you moaned. Your pussy would throb at the slightest movement everything felt so overwhelmingly good. "You're alright mamas.." He held your hips, helping you move up and down his dick.

Your head would drop to his shoulders, your eyes crossing as the feeling in-between your legs became stronger. "S-sukk." you'd babble as he started to speed up his pace. He'd slap your ass bringing you back for a moment as you gasp in response.

"Your okay.." he'd whisper in your ear, pulling your cropped top up and over your head tossing it to the side where your panties & shorts had been completely forgotten of. "I swear, the way you be walking around nipples poking through that shirt.. You've been begging to get fucked."

He was absolutely right, you were, and had no shame about it. Like he didn't come out of the shower in just a towel asking for absolutely nothing. Just yapping to you at the door of your room, v line on full display like it the towel wasn't ready to just fall off. "Y-you too!" you'd say after minutes of looking for the words in your fogged brain.

Staring at Sukuna, you'd hear him speak but his mouth wasn't moving, everything delaying. You couldn't even speak as you felt sukuna start to slam you up and down his dick roughly. "Too-good!" you'd cry out as you rested your head on his chest moaning non-stop.

"Mamas, your creamin' s-o much.." you'd hear him say as he brought a hand to your neck, moving you to give him a kiss. "aww.. your fried." he'd laugh seeing the fucked out expression on your face, you'd look up at him softly smiling. "wanna cum."

In moments you found yourself getting fucked up into, both of your legs being held up to your the sides. As you felt Sukuna from behind your biting your neck, as he continues to fuck the senses out of you.

Your pussy creaming around his dick from how fat it was, your eyes rolling back at the enhanced feelings you couldn't take it anymore. Your legs starting to shaking as your eyes quickly went white and you came all over his dick, squirting.

"didn't know she could do that.." he'd say.

He'd quickly take a hand and rub against your clit to prolong the orgasm. You'd rush to move his hand the overstimulation too much because he was still fucking into you now at a sloppy pace. A few more thrusts would have your eyes rolling and back arching as he filled you up completely .

"Suk-" you'd fall back on him, your head rolling to the side to make eye contact with him. "Yes mamas..?" He'd look down at your dripping cunt for a moment, and looked back at you after not hearing anything for a moment. You were completely knocked out and sleep.

"Wake up, wake up, bake up Gotta heat the vape up Let's get faded"

[seitmai]

Since then, you and Steve have found other ways to carve out moments together amid the whirlwind of the campaign. Usually it’s quick conversations in the back of the campaign bus or on the plane. It's not ideal, but it's something, and you find yourself looking forward to these small pockets of time more than you'd care to admit.

I love that they make these little moments for each other 🥰

Some of the key staffers silently hate it because every minute of strategy time is invaluable, so you and Steve pledged to only steal up to thirty minutes, and Bucky and Sophia take it in stride as one of their new duties to help protect that time because if the Roger and Rogers happy couple campaign approach is the M.O. now, then they argue that the happy couple needs alone time to stay a happy couple.

Yes, Sophia and Bucky having their back 👏🏻

You enjoy the more serious conversations as much as you enjoy the more superficial topics because both ends of the spectrum allow you to simply engage and learn each others’ personalities and histories and opinions. Sitting in the back of the bus on your way to a rally, you’re exchanging takes on Star Wars (you had grown up watching them in very distinct trilogy stages where Steve had seen the first two trilogies in his initial pop culture catch up phase), when there’s a surge of noise and activity at the front of the bus.

Aw that's so cute 🥰

Another collective cheer goes up from the staff. You feel Steve's hand tighten slightly on your shoulder, and when you look up at him, you see a mix of emotions playing across his face - pride, excitement, and a touch of humility.

🥹🥹🥹

"Of course," you say, admiring his level-headedness even in this moment of triumph. "But we should take a moment to celebrate this moment."

He needs those reminders

You listen to his directives and reminders, but while you do so, you realize the kiss you just shared is the first lip lock between you and your husband since the wedding, and there’s a bit of warmth that pools in your chest. You resist the pull you feel to look at him.

🥰🥰🥰

He chuckles softly. "A little," he admits. "But it's a good pressure. Motivating." You nod in understanding. The weight of expectation has grown even heavier with Santos's support even though it’s only been a matter of hours, but you can see the determination in Steve's eyes. He's ready for this part of the challenge.

He sure is

Steve turns to you one last time, his eyes soft. He reaches out and squeezes your hand briefly, a gesture of solidarity and support that sends a flutter through your chest. You squeeze back, drawing strength from his touch.

I get a flutter in my chest just reading this 🥰

That’s the moment you and Steve step out onto the stage, hand in hand, and the deafening roar of the crowd drowns out your names entirely. The lights and the energy spike the excitement and adrenaline, and it’s another moment in this campaign - and the second one of the day - that you know you’ll remember for a lifetime.

Together they can do everything 🥰

“Are you coming for my job, Mr. Barnes?” Jake asks, taking a seat at the table as well. Bucky huffs a laugh, “No, sir. The last thing I would want is to be in charge of a circus like this.” Jake nods in agreement. "What I wouldn’t give to have seen Johnson’s reaction to the news,” he says, referring to the other campaign manager, the rival that the DNC pushed over him for this presidential campaign cycle.

Circus is an accurate description 😅

“You and Mrs. Rogers,” Jake tacks on. Steve raises his eyebrows, but looks to you. This is the second time you’ve been brought in as a specific element to move the campaign forward.

Like a secret weapon 🤭

You feel a flutter of nervousness at the mention of more intimate interviews, but you nod in agreement. "Of course, whatever helps the campaign." Jake continues, "We're thinking of setting up some joint interviews, maybe even a day-in-the-life style piece. Show the public the real future First Couple, beyond the campaign speeches and rallies." Steve reaches over and takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We can do that," he says, his voice steady and reassuring.

I would eat those interviews up!

Steve turns to you, a tired smile playing at his lips. "Just thinking about how surreal this all is," he says softly. "A few months ago, I was trying to lay low in this century, keep out of the spotlight. Now..." He trails off, shaking his head slightly. You nod, understanding. "Now you're vying to become the leader of the free world with every minute of your life under a microscope," you finish for him. "Yeah," he breathes out. "But at least it’s not every minute." You pause, key card in hand, considering his question. "It's... intense," you admit. "But I'm okay. Better than okay, actually. This whole experience, as crazy as it is, feels important. And I think we’re both getting stronger at this campaign thing every day." Steve's eyes soften as he looks at you, a mix of admiration and concern in his gaze. "You've been amazing through all of this," he says quietly. "Now it’s hard to imagine doing it without you."

🥰🥰🥰

"Listen," he says, his voice low. "I know we're both exhausted, but... do you want to come in for a bit? Just to talk, or... I don't know. It feels like we haven't had a real moment alone in-” “Ever?” you finish for him. Steve winces. “Yeah.” You shift slightly. “I don’t know, it’s so late.” Steve nods, understanding in his eyes. "You're right, it is late. We should both get some rest."

Nooo, this was going so well!

Red, White & True: Fort Wayne, Toledo, Detroit [4/?]

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x curvy Millennial Female!Reader, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes Word Count: 4.2k Summary: A campaign day with stops in three cities in three states ends up being a game-changer you weren't expecting, and not only for the campaign.

Content/Warnings: marriage of political convenience, slow burn

Notes: This takes place in a post-Endgame scenario where Steve stays and generally most of TFATWS happened.

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[SEPTEMBER 21 - MORNING - FORT WAYNE, INDIANA]

After your first and only attempt at a private, non-business breakfast between you and Steve in the dining area next to the hotel lobby the morning after dinner at the Santos house, your staff and the Secret Service detail on Steve forbade you from trying anything like that ever again. Six a.m. was early, but there were far too many early bird guests showing up for breakfast as well, only to find a presidential candidate and former Avenger amongst the self-serve breakfast buffet and excited chaos had ensued. Even if the personnel around you hadn’t forbidden it, it had been immediately clear the privacy you used to expect in in a public setting was gone.

Since then, you and Steve have found other ways to carve out moments together amid the whirlwind of the campaign. Usually it’s quick conversations in the back of the campaign bus or on the plane. It's not ideal, but it's something, and you find yourself looking forward to these small pockets of time more than you'd care to admit.

Some of the key staffers silently hate it because every minute of strategy time is invaluable, so you and Steve pledged to only steal up to thirty minutes, and Bucky and Sophia take it in stride as one of their new duties to help protect that time because if the Roger and Rogers happy couple campaign approach is the M.O. now, then they argue that the happy couple needs alone time to stay a happy couple. Sophia only thinks it’s tending to the needs you have as newlyweds embedded in the campaign circus to have normalcy as a couple. It’s only Bucky who knows the truth (and Sam).

A single day on the presidential campaign trail always felt like at least two days of a regular life, but it often feels more like three or four days, especially on multi-city days, which were starting to become more and more common as it got closer to the first Tuesday in November. But this highly saturated time flow makes it so that the time you and Steve have started intentionally spending time together is having a marked effect on your relationship.

You enjoy the more serious conversations as much as you enjoy the more superficial topics because both ends of the spectrum allow you to simply engage and learn each others’ personalities and histories and opinions. Sitting in the back of the bus on your way to a rally, you’re exchanging takes on Star Wars (you had grown up watching them in very distinct trilogy stages where Steve had seen the first two trilogies in his initial pop culture catch up phase), when there’s a surge of noise and activity at the front of the bus.

You and Steve both glance towards the front of the bus, where a commotion has erupted. The noise level rises as staffers huddle around someone's phone, their voices intense, but strangely you can’t tell if it’s leaning more towards excitement or concern. You strain to hear what's being said, catching snippets of "breaking news" and "can't believe it."

Bucky's voice cuts through the clamor, slightly louder than the rest. "It can wait," he insists firmly. "We're almost at the venue."

Your heart rate quickens, anxiety creeping in at the edges of your mind.

You start to rise, but Steve places a hand on your arm. "Let's give it a minute," he says softly. "If it's urgent, they'll tell us."

You nod, settling back into your seat, but you can see the tense energy now in Steve’s body. You can almost see the gears turning in his mind, trying to anticipate what the clamor could be about.

After another moment, you arch your eyebrow at Steve. “The anticipation is going to kill both of us back here,” you say earnestly. “If we’re nearly at the venue anyway, we can table this and get back to more Star Wars at lunch.”

Steve huffs a laugh and agrees, and you pop up out of your seat again, and Steve follows as you quickly make your way to the front.

“What’s happening?” you ask, drawing the attention of the staff to you and Steve.

“Santos endorsed Steve!” Elsa trills. You’ve never seen her this happy.

You feel a surge of excitement and pride. The Santos endorsement is huge - you know it is without question a game-changer for the campaign. You turn around to look at Steve, a massive smile beaming from your face, enthusiasm you see mirrored right back from him. You don’t know if you reach for him or he reaches for you because it’s so quick, but your lips crash together, your stomach flips, and the staff cheers around you. It ends as quickly as it began, and the two of you turn back to the others, eager for more details.

"When did this happen?" Steve asks, his voice steady but tinged with excitement.

Sam, who'd gone back to scrolling through his phone, looks up. "Just now. Santos made the announcement over his Instagram, and it's already dominating the news cycle."

"What exactly did he say?" Steve asks, placing a hand on your shoulder as he moves in closer behind you, leaning over to look at Sam's phone.

Sam clears his throat and begins to read: "After careful consideration and having had the opportunity to speak with Captain Rogers, I believe he is the right person to lead our nation forward. His integrity, vision, and commitment to public service are exactly what we need in these challenging times. I am proud to endorse Steve Rogers for President of the United States."

Another collective cheer goes up from the staff. You feel Steve's hand tighten slightly on your shoulder, and when you look up at him, you see a mix of emotions playing across his face - pride, excitement, and a touch of humility.

"This is huge," seasoned campaign mastermind Jake finally weighs in, his usual stoic demeanor cracking slightly to reveal a hint of a smile. "Santos's endorsement would carry a lot of weight for any candidate, especially with moderates and independents, but it not only brings your first major endorsement, it’s a resounding statement for a former president to break from his party to endorse an independent."

You nod in agreement, your mind already racing with the implications. The Santos administration is still widely respected, and their endorsement could sway a significant number of voters.

Steve nods, his expression a mix of gratitude and determination. "It is," he agrees. "But we can't let it go to our heads. We still have a lot of work to do."

"Of course," you say, admiring his level-headedness even in this moment of triumph. "But we should take a moment to celebrate this moment."

You imagine it was always on Jake’s mind that an endorsement would be the best case scenario from a private dinner at the Santos home, but Steve had been very vocal to everyone involved - from the campaign side to Santos and his people - that for him the opportunity was only to be able to spend time with a former president. You had certainly gone into it without any agenda, grateful, even, for one night where you weren’t politic-ing.

The bus slows to turn into the loading bay area of the venue, and Jake calls everyone to attention to get the staff focused back on the rally only minutes away. You listen to his directives and reminders, but while you do so, you realize the kiss you just shared is the first lip lock between you and your husband since the wedding, and there’s a bit of warmth that pools in your chest. You resist the pull you feel to look at him.

[SEPTEMBER 21 - AFTERNOON - TOLEDO, OHIO]

The energy in Toledo's Huntington Center is electric as you and Steve make your way through the bustling backstage area for the second major campaign event of the day. The arena, usually home to hockey games and concerts, has been transformed into a political rally venue, with red, white, and blue banners adorning every available surface. The air is thick with anticipation, and you can hear the growing roar of the crowd beyond the curtain.

Staffers rush past, clipboards in hand, headsets firmly in place. You catch snippets of conversations about crowd size, security measures, and last-minute speech adjustments. The Santos endorsement has injected a new level of excitement into an already charged atmosphere.

As you approach the holding area, you spot Bucky conferring with the head of security, his expression serious as he nods along to whatever information he's receiving. Sam is nearby, phone to his ear, likely coordinating with media outlets eager for comments on the endorsement.

You can hear the low rumble of the crowd, punctuated by occasional cheers and chants of "Rogers! Rogers!" The excitement is palpable, and you can feel your own adrenaline starting to surge.

Steve turns to you, his eyes bright with excitement but also a hint of nervousness. "Ready?" he asks, his voice low enough that only you can hear.

You take a deep breath, smoothing down your blazer. "Let’s do this," your reply and this simple exchange is becoming tradition every time the two of you are about to step out in public now. It’s nice starting to have things like this, things that are yours. "How about you? Feeling the pressure after that endorsement?"

He chuckles softly. "A little," he admits. "But it's a good pressure. Motivating."

You nod in understanding. The weight of expectation has grown even heavier with Santos's support even though it’s only been a matter of hours, but you can see the determination in Steve's eyes. He's ready for this part of the challenge.

Suddenly, Jake appears at your side, clipboard in hand. "Two minutes," he says briskly. "Steve, they've added a few lines to your speech to address the endorsement. The changes are on the monitor.”

Steve nods, quickly scanning the teleprompter nearby. You watch as his eyes move rapidly across the screen, absorbing the new information. His ability to process and adapt on the fly never ceases to amaze you.

"Got it," he says, turning back to Jake. "Anything else?"

"Hit the key points as you always do," Jake replies. "And maybe throw in a line about unity, given the cross-party nature of the endorsement."

As Jake steps away to confer with another staffer, you feel a gentle touch on your arm. You turn to see Sophia standing beside you, a reassuring smile on her face.

"You've got this," she says softly. "Both of you. Just be yourselves out there."

You return her smile, grateful for her steady presence. "Thanks, Sophia. We'll do our best."

The stage manager approaches. “Thirty seconds,” she announces.

This is it. Another pivotal moment in the campaign, perhaps even more significant than you'd initially realized. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself.

Steve turns to you one last time, his eyes soft. He reaches out and squeezes your hand briefly, a gesture of solidarity and support that sends a flutter through your chest. You squeeze back, drawing strength from his touch.

The stage manager starts counting down. "Ten seconds!"

You can hear the crowd's excitement building to a fever pitch. The announcer's voice booms through the arena, introducing you and Steve. Your heart races as the curtain begins to part.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your next President and First Lady…”

That’s the moment you and Steve step out onto the stage, hand in hand, and the deafening roar of the crowd drowns out your names entirely. The lights and the energy spike the excitement and adrenaline, and it’s another moment in this campaign - and the second one of the day - that you know you’ll remember for a lifetime.

[SEPTEMBER 21 - EVENING - DETROIT, MICHIGAN]

The clock on the wall of the dimly lit campaign office reads 11:47 PM, but the energy in the room belies the late hour. The makeshift headquarters, hastily set up in yet another hotel conference room, buzzes with activity. Staffers huddle around laptops, their faces illuminated by the blue glow of screens, while others engage in hushed conversations, gesticulating animatedly as they dissect the day's events.

You sink into a worn leather armchair, feeling the weight of the day settle into your bones. The town hall here in Detroit had gone well - better than well, actually. The momentum from Santos's endorsement earlier in the day had carried through, infusing the crowd with an infectious enthusiasm. They had been engaged, asking thoughtful questions that Steve had handled with his characteristic blend of sincerity and statesmanship. But now, in the quiet aftermath, exhaustion tugs at the edges of your consciousness.

Despite the strain of a three-location-day catching up with you and everyone else, you can’t deny that there’s a different, very palpable sense of possibility hanging in the air. The campaign has always been optimistic, but there was a bit of a silent agreement in the air to ignore the fact that Steve Rogers - no political background and no political party - was a dark horse swimming upstream. The first nod from outside camp Rogers wasn’t a golden ticket to victory, but the news media was already discussing Steve in a different tone - giving more legitimacy in coverage rather than curiosity in coverage. With only six weeks left, it is not enough to win 270 electoral votes, and although that was the dream, it was never the realistic target. The target from the beginning was to get enough votes to keep either of the other two candidates from taking the majority and be a major player in that battle, making a case to be seriously considered if you could get the election turned over to the Congress to decide.

A Santos backing was the serious foot hold to take this scenario from a possibility to a probability.

Steve sits across from you, his brow furrowed as he reviews the daily notes Jake’s deputy campaign chairman has prepared and distributed.

You watch Steve as he reads, marveling at his ability to maintain focus after such a long and eventful day. His eyes move methodically across the page, occasionally pausing as he considers a particular point. Even in this state of concentration, there's an aura of quiet strength about him that never seems to fade.

"Anything notable?" you ask, your voice slightly rough from the day's speeches and conversations.

Steve looks up, a tight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Just the usual - poll numbers, upcoming events, media coverage. But there's definitely been a shift since this morning."

You nod, understanding the implication. “The Santos effect.”

"Jake's team is already planning how to capitalize on the momentum."

You get the same notes as well but prefer to read them once you’re back in your room. Steve hands you the page he’s been pouring over, and you lean forward to take and then study it. A comfortable silence falls between you, broken only by the muffled sounds of the staffers working. The new trends and polling numbers aren’t just good, they’re great.

Bucky takes a seat next to Steve, clocking you both looking into the daily report. “This kind of shift is good,” he says, “but now we just need to see it carry over and build from here on out.”

“Are you coming for my job, Mr. Barnes?” Jake asks, taking a seat at the table as well.

Bucky huffs a laugh, “No, sir. The last thing I would want is to be in charge of a circus like this.”

Jake smiles, and Steve and Bucky aren’t looking at him anymore, but you see the deeper look on Jake’s face. You’ve seen it on him before, it’s the look when he’s considering an idea - hisown or one suggested by the team - that he sees serious potential in. Even if he protests, Jake clearly sees potential in Bucky.

You would have to admit that you agree. Bucky understands Steve, and as he's stood shoulder to shoulder with him through this campaign, he's proven to be an invaluable asset. His strategic mind, honed by years of military experience, often provides insights that complement Jake's political savvy.

"Speaking of circuses," Jake says, voice louder, "let’s bring it in, folks.”

The rest of the key staffers all grab seats or press in around the table, and then Jake begins the end-of-day meeting. “We need to discuss tomorrow's schedule. The media's going to be on us far more seriously, and we need to be prepared for that shift in the tone of questions."

Steve nods, his expression serious. "What's the plan?"

"Engaging and not dry, but policy, policy, policy. We've got three major network interviews lined up for tomorrow morning. Steve, you'll be doing those. We want to capitalize on this momentum, but we also need to be careful not to appear too cocky."

"Understood," Steve replies.

"We've also got a strategy session scheduled for noon," Jake continues. "We’ve been reassessing our messaging in light of the Santos endorsement, but we want to see what it looks like after the burst from day one. We should have options for you to decide on then.”

You nod, understanding the delicate balance Jake is trying to strike. "What about the afternoon?"

Jake flips through his notes. "We've got a rally scheduled in Lansing at 3 PM. After that, we're heading to Chicago for a fundraiser in the evening."

Steve leans forward, his elbows on the table. "And what about the other candidates? Any word on their reactions to the endorsement?"

Sam speaks up. "Both camps have been relatively quiet so far. They're likely scrambling to adjust their strategies. We can expect some pushback tomorrow, though."

“I imagine we’ll see the Dems will be particularly cagey. They won’t want to look like a party divided,” Elsa explains, “but the reality is that one of their favored sons did just speak out and split where their support was supposed to go. The GOP-leaning media outlets are already gleefully stirring up chaos on their end, but nothing from their campaign yet.”

Jake nods in agreement. "What I wouldn’t give to have seen Johnson’s reaction to the news,” he says, referring to the other campaign manager, the rival that the DNC pushed over him for this presidential campaign cycle.

“After this initial new surge with policy,” Elsa takes over, “we want to redirect the narrative to you, Steve. We know America votes for people as much as they vote for policy. In about three days, we’re going to push heavily down the middle of the country and then make a swing across the southern states leading into the next debate. With that, we’re thinking about a series of casual, intimate interviews, more insight into your character, showing you’re not just the figure from history books or Avengers action over the last dozen years, but enough of a regular guy that they could have a beer with you.”

Steve nods, “All right.”

“You and Mrs. Rogers,” Jake tacks on.

Steve raises his eyebrows, but looks to you. This is the second time you’ve been brought in as a specific element to move the campaign forward.

You feel a flutter of nervousness at the mention of more intimate interviews, but you nod in agreement. "Of course, whatever helps the campaign."

Jake continues, "We're thinking of setting up some joint interviews, maybe even a day-in-the-life style piece. Show the public the real future First Couple, beyond the campaign speeches and rallies."

Steve reaches over and takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We can do that," he says, his voice steady and reassuring.

Jake clears his throat. "Excellent. Now, let's talk about debate prep. The next one is coming up fast, and we need to be ready for the next level of scrutiny."

The meeting continues for another hour, with strategies being discussed and assignments doled out. By the time Jake calls it a night, it's just past 1 AM. As the staffers begin to file out, you feel the full weight of exhaustion finally hit you. Luckily your room is only a few floors and a short walk above you.

Steve stands up, stretching slightly. "Ready to call it a night?" he asks, walking around the table and offering you his hand.

You nod gratefully, allowing him to pull you to your feet. As you gather your things, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension about the days ahead.

As you and Steve make your way to the elevator, you can feel the exhaustion settling deep into your bones. The day's events replay in your mind - the unexpected endorsement, the electrifying rallies, the late-night strategy session. It's all a blur of excitement and intensity.

The elevator doors close, leaving you and Steve alone for the first time since this morning. In the quiet confines of the small space, you lean against the wall, letting out a long breath.

As the elevator ascends, you find yourself studying Steve's face. Despite the long hours and constant pressure, he still looks composed, though you can see the fatigue in the slight slump of his shoulders and the faint lines around his eyes.

"Penny for your thoughts?" you ask.

Steve turns to you, a tired smile playing at his lips. "Just thinking about how surreal this all is," he says softly. "A few months ago, I was trying to lay low in this century, keep out of the spotlight. Now..." He trails off, shaking his head slightly.

You nod, understanding. "Now you're vying to become the leader of the free world with every minute of your life under a microscope," you finish for him.

"Yeah," he breathes out. "But at least it’s not every minute."

The elevator dings, signaling your arrival at your floor. As you step out into the hallway, Steve places a gentle hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards your room. The touch, though light, sends a wave of warmth through you.

"How are you holding up?" he asks as you reach the door. "This can't be easy for you either."

You pause, key card in hand, considering his question. "It's... intense," you admit. "But I'm okay. Better than okay, actually. This whole experience, as crazy as it is, feels important. And I think we’re both getting stronger at this campaign thing every day."

Steve's eyes soften as he looks at you, a mix of admiration and concern in his gaze. "You've been amazing through all of this," he says quietly. "Now it’s hard to imagine doing it without you."

His words send a flutter through your chest. You're about to respond when you notice a slight shift in Steve's demeanor. He glances quickly down the hallway, then back at you, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"Listen," he says, his voice low. "I know we're both exhausted, but... do you want to come in for a bit? Just to talk, or... I don't know. It feels like we haven't had a real moment alone in-”

“Ever?” you finish for him.

Steve winces. “Yeah.”

You shift slightly. “I don’t know, it’s so late.”

Steve nods, understanding in his eyes. "You're right, it is late. We should both get some rest."

You feel a pang of regret at the slight disappointment you see flash across his face. "Maybe we can carve out some time tomorrow?" you suggest, not wanting to leave things on a down note.

"Definitely," Steve agrees with a soft smile. "We'll make it happen." But you see his expression is more closed off, and wonder if you’ve now taken two steps back.

There's a moment of awkward silence as you both stand there, neither quite ready to say goodnight.

Finally, Steve clears his throat. "Well, goodnight.”

"Goodnight," you reply.

As Steve turns to head to his own room, you slip your key card into the door and enter your suite. Once inside, you lean against the closed door, letting out a long sigh. The truth is, there is a big part of you that wanted nothing more than to spend more time with him, away from the prying eyes of staff and security. But you're also acutely aware of the need to maintain boundaries, especially given the unique nature of your arrangement.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you pull it out to see there’s a message from Sophia with some questions she needs you to make decisions on for the morning. You send off your reply, then mindlessly fall into your nighttime routine, decompressing from the day, getting ready for bed, and tucking in with your tablet. You go over the daily debrief and ready notes for the campaign, and then move on to your Kindle app and fall asleep before finishing even two pages, alone.

next part: coming 11/22

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[my-catsface]

Cat’s Mac and Parasite Water Recipe (Experience)

Hello. I’m cat. Welcome back to my first addition of fucked up food recipes.

I have quite a history of doing stuff like this, and unfortunately I never learn my lesson. That being said, let’s get to it.

Fair warning: this comes with pictures. While none of them are inherently bad there are some of these that you could look at and go “yeah I would actually throw up if I didn’t know what that was” so be warned this isn’t just a food crime it’s a gross food crime.

I used chocolate almond milk because I’m lactose intolerant and I’m using Mac and cheese because I don’t really give a fuck about that.

The sprite is there because chocolate sprilk is one of my favorite drinks (I cannot recommend it to anyone even if my heart was full of malice), so the thought came to me. Why not try chocolate sprilk Mac and cheese?

Milk makes Mac and cheese creamier, and who knows what the sprite would do! So it’s an experiment.

I decided to start the dish with chocolate milk instead of water, filling THAT to the line.

I could have definitely added sprite in at this stage, but honestly I wasn’t sure if carbonation would act right in the microwave, and I figured I could always try it different another time. I also thought maybe warm sprite would be the worse alternative to “lukewarm sprite mixed with warm milk” but I’m making a dish i called Mac and Parasite Water so what do I know.

Big mistake I didn’t account for. You can’t just put chocolate milk into the microwave for three and a half minutes. Apparently it rises and overflows. Anyone with even a shred of common sense may have anticipated this, but I am not a smart person (I’m making this dish after all).

What I ended up doing from here was watching the microwave and deciding to open it if it overflowed again. Most of it was done spilling out so I let it continue for about a minute and a half and took it out at the end (cleaned the microwave after).

I will say this was probably one of the peaks to this little project of madness. The smell? The smell in my room was SO good. Go figure warm chocolate would smell good but NO. No this was beautiful. Amazing. It just reinforced that what I was doing was good and just, and in that sense it was a siren.

Anyway from here I just sort of mixed the Mac and cheese around and let it take in the chocolate milk. Still emboldened by the smell of warm chocolate, I thought to continue.

Here I did actually do a little taste test just because I was curious, and honestly it was a little underwhelming.

The best way I can describe it is like… processed something. There was some richness to it with the chocolate, sure, but it really was just still processed noodles. It’s like if you rolled honey into playdough until it was a jam (if you squint) and spread that out on wheat bread. That’s kind of what it tasted like and I would know because that’s also something I’ve done.

At this point… I added the cheese.

Now. The first thought that struck me when I was done mixing it was “god damn this looks awful.” The second thought that struck me was “you know, this place actually feeds me if I really want food.” My final thought was “I wonder what the cheese will look like.” The answer?

UNHOLY MUCUS. Not the most unappetizing looking thing I’ve ever eaten but GOD DAMN it was CLOSE!! It was certainly CLOSE.

There’s many words that would be good here. Goo. Sludge. Goop. Muck. Grime. The word I will choose to use is “slime” because it strikes close to my heart.

I was in too deep. My smoke was too tough. If I didn’t eat this, They’d kill me. So I took a bite.

I say this with no ounce of exaggeration: It was GOOD. It was REALLY GOOD. The milk almost entirely covered up all the processed part of the cheese, and the cheese itself covered up the weird processed flavor of the noodles. The texture was absolutely top notch, too.

I would genuinely, GENUINELY, eat this again. In fact, I took three whole taste test bites as opposed to the singular one I was planning to take. It was so good I was almost worried about continuing with adding sprite. But I’m not one to back down from a challenge nobody imposed upon me, so I trudged on.

I added the sprite.

I added the sprite up to the top of the Mac and cheese itself and suddenly my meal was very… very angry at me. I almost apologized to it, but it would have been hollow. But I didn’t feel anything. If meals can be made with love, this meal was not made with that. It wasn’t made with hate, though. No. This meal was made with morbid curiosity. This meal was made with divine hubris. I knew before I took a single bite that I had poisoned my ambrosia.

I wanted to discard it, to cast it away. It would be my monster and I it’s Frankenstein. Alternatively it would be my ai daughter thing and I it’s Ayin Lobotomy Corporation. But I’m not a fan of waste so I continued. I took a bite.

The taste? The taste was… bad. It was awful. I couldn’t even believe it was the same dish. It was like an acidic pond. The sprite overpowered both flavors and took the reins, beating the cheese and the milk into submission for its dominance. I took a bite and it tasted like penitence for all the sins I haven’t yet made. If there is a God, then there is his devil. And if there is a devil, this is what he eats. I have experienced a great fall from the light, and I wish nothing more than to be allowed to climb up and embrace it again.

I wanted to pray. But I knew mercy had closed its ears and wailed.

Once I ate the rest of the noodles I was suddenly made aware of my newest problem. The broth. As the milk and cheese mostly stuck to the noodles themselves, I was getting mostly noodles, cheese, milk, and whatever sprite my spoon picked up. That meant that for the most part my meal really was just the noodles.

No longer.

Now I was left with the reason this dish has gained its name. Look upon my next picture with horror, I beg of you.

The remnant powder of the cheese was just… left there. Sitting. Sitting in a bowl of chocolate milk and sprite and tears. I realized I had to drink this. I looked at the same thing you’re looking at now and I realized I needed to DRINK that.

Thats about when the meal got its name. Gazing at my unlovable child I decided then and there that it looked like it would give me horrible unthinkable internal parasites. That’s what the little spots of cheese reminded me of. (Another contender was mold brew!) But I don’t like to waste things. I needed to drink it.

So I did. I took the cup, pinched it in on itself to make two points, and lifted one to my lips. I raised the cup up quickly, just desperate to get it over with.

In it went. Almost smoothly. And what did it taste like?

Nothing.

Even water has a taste. Even chocolate sprilk itself has A Taste. This thing? The parasite water itself? No taste. Nothing there. It was almost… disappointing. I even swished it around in my mouth for a bit to try and get SOMETHING. But it was for naught.

My meal ended. It experienced life and death the same way that I would, and yet I think myself better than it.

Nyaaa~ time for the ending notes!

Wow that meal certainly Was! For anyone who wants to make this I would honestly recommend losing the sprite part of it and just making chocolate Mac and cheese.

It was honestly really good at that point and I’d say it was a really big highlight! SO.

If you make this forget the sprite, and ALSO either use less milk in the microwave or monitor it more closely than I did so that you don’t have any spillage (or do exactly what I did and just be ready for some paper towels.

[vibratingskull]

₊ ˙ ⊹ .Thrawn x F!reader x Thurfian₊ ˙ ⊹ .

Tags : Threesome, double-penetration, breeding kink, sandwich, mating press, P in V, anal, creampies, mind break, Thrawn loses it entirely while Thurfian laughs internally, self indulgent

You're enjoying your evening with your husband and your lover but can you take what they have in store for you?

It's a convo I had with a friend 2 months ago on the tumblr chat, I was bored at work and wrote that story for three days non-stop because it was haunting me! Never doubt my obsession for these two! enjoy!

Thurfian caresses your cheek as he tenderly presses his lips to yours, weighing on you, forcing you to lay on Thrawn’s larger body under you. He keeps kissing you when his hand traces your slit, making you jolt and contract your muscles again, earning a moan from Thrawn that gently ruts inside of you. 

"Do not come, Merit Adoptive. Your cock is not the focus of our efforts, it is solely there for her. Control yourself." 

You cannot be sure but you think you heard the tiniest, most quiet whine from Thrawn. 

Thurfian keeps trailing your slit up and down, gathering your slick on his hand before massaging his hard shaft with it, mixing it with his abundant pre-cum. 

He then repositions himself comfortably on the mattress and aligns his cock with your quivering entrance, pressing the leaking tip against your raw hole. 

"Are you ready, visaot?” He whispers like a chant. 

He pushes forward and enters your tight pussy and you feel immediately ready to bust into tears. 

Too much 

This is too much 

You can't 

How could you even... 

"Shhhh, shhhh... I know, Princess, I know..." Thurfian soothes, keeping on pushing, " It is a lot to ask your pretty human body, I know. It is not meant to fit a Chiss cock, let alone two." He takes your cheeks in his hands but doesn’t stop, "I know it is such a struggle to allow us both to enter your ravishing body. But you always manage. You always make it fit." He stops his words to let out a bestial groan, "Fucking... Hell, you are so tight! You strangle me sweet thing." 

He curses in Cheuhn, words that you don’t know, but you can see all his powerful muscles contracting repeatedly under his blue skin. Your mouth hangs open, trying desperately to force air down your lungs under the sheer pressure your body is subjected to. 

You are so full and literally split in two.  

Thurfian finally finishes pushing his girth inside, letting it weigh inside your fluffy inner muscles. 

"Fucking hell..." He curses lowly before raising his gaze back to look at you, "It is all right, sweet thing, all is inside. You managed, once again. You are so good for me, ch'eo visaot." He takes back his breath before letting a little chuckle escape him "Mmmmmmh, the bulge is consequent. I love to see it... Feeling your little human body struggles to take me whole until it works. Your body was made for my cock, it was made for your Patriarch to fuck you as it pleases him... Delicious.” He purrs, caressing the sinful bulge of your lower tummy with his warm hand delicately, "Relax, sweet thing, relax... Do not whine like that, give your body some time to adjust. It is okay, we know it is always difficult for you." He licks your face from your jaw to your temple with a growl, "But you always succeed in taking us both, together. It is proof you were born for it. You are the cutest little thing, born to let Chiss men use your body... Don’t you like that idea, Princess? Don’t you love the thought of spending your life to be a pretty little thing and letting us use your delectable human body? Nothing to think about, nothing to worry about, just letting yourself be fucked stupid and receiving our loads deep inside of you?" He hisses in your ear, "I feel your tight cunt contracting at my words, Princess, you cannot lie to me." You can hear the smile in his voice despite your closed eyes. 

He dramatically pushes all his hair behind his back, with a satisfied expression. 

"And what do you think, fucktoy? Mmmh? Don’t you like that idea? Coming home to Csilla with a cute dripping human cunt waiting eagerly for you?" He asks regally. 

Thrawn hisses in response, greeting his teeth as your warm body is constricting his big, big cock. 

"Tsssssss. He is too far gone. I cant reach him in that state. But maybe you can? Come on, use your words and ask him." Thurfian grins sadistically 

"Ah! Won- Won't you li-AH-like this... Thrawn?" You stutter between his hips thrusts. 

"Fucktoy." Thurfian corrects darkly. 

You wince 

"Fu-Fucktoy?" 

You hear Thrawn deep growl emanating from his chest, his breath short and shallow as he loses himself in the sensations your body offers him. 

"Ye-Yes!" He finally lets out, almost whining, panting heavily "I would... LOVE that, (Y/n), sweet thing, ch'eo-" 

Thurfian slaps the back of his head with his brows frowned. 

"Do not address her so informally. She is Princess or Lady (Y/n) to you." 

Thrawn gasps, as Thurfian’s rut makes you bounce on his cock endlessly. 

"Ah-ah...! Yes, Lady (Y/n)...! I would love to come home to your cunt dri-ah-dripping for me." His sentence ends in a long groan. 

Thurfian squints, looking at the both of you in silence. 

"Can I cum?" Thrawn asks, at the end of his rope, squeezing you in his arms. 

"You would love that, don’t you?" Thurfian asks, "Cumming deep inside of her, painting her guts white with your seed, claiming her like the baseless animal that you are..." 

"Yes, yes, yes...!" Thrawn pants heavily  

"Well you cannot!" 

Thrawn instantly digs his nails deep in your flesh like claws just grow out of his fingers and throws his head violently backward against the numerous pillows of the very large bed. You can hear him breathe deeply, fighting his deepest instincts to obey his Patriarch. 

But it is... 

Difficult 

"Come on, Merit Adoptive. You are renown for your legendary self-control and discipline but a human butt pushes you into such a corner? Is she that good?" Thufian tilts his head mockingly. 

Thrawn keeps his mouth closed but the roar of rage and frustration rising in his throat and chest is unmistakable. You hear him breathe through his nose as his fingers dig in your hips. 

Thurfian lowers himself to your ear. 

"I know you are, Princess. You make me lose all decency and reason with that sweet, sweet cunt of yours…” and he fondly kisses your cheek, "Her tight little ass must be stimulated enough. You can stop altogether, fucktoy." Thurfian declares, disinterested in Thrawn's despair. 

"Hung... Patriarch..." Thrawn huffs, at the very limit of his patience and will power. 

Thurfian only raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. 

"What, fucktoy? What power do you think you hold between these walls? You are here to serve and please us. Your body’s only quality is to be used. Plus, a woman needs way more than that to cum... Look at her, she is nowhere near orgasm and you are already at the end of your rope? She needs my expert touch to cum, don’t you sweet thing? You have enough of him playing with your rear, right? You need your cute pussy and clit to enter the game yeah? Yes, I know sweet thing, I discipline this unruly beast and will focus exclusively on you." He pecks your lips tenderly holding your chin dripping with your drool before focusing on Thrawn. 

"Patriarch" Thrawn growls, "You promised me." 

"I know what I promised you, Merit Adoptive. But if you want your prize, you better honor your end of the bargain. I do not ask for much, only your total obedience. You are used to obeying, no? Blindly following orders with an empty head? This is what I ask of you, those are MY terms, and you knew it entering those sheets. Yes or no?" 

You hear a snarl behind your back. 

"Yes or no, Merit Adoptive?" 

"...Yes." 

"Good. So you will obey in all matters. I am not interested to know if it is too much, if it is too difficult, if it is too painful... You.Obey." Thufian growls, pissed off by Thrawn insolence, pressing you against his hot body, parting you from Thrawn that seems to try to hold you back. 

But he learns his lesson, and lets the Patriarch take you. 

"And if you do... You will earn the privilege I promised you. The privilege a lot of other Chiss men tried to gain from me, but that I give to none. Do you hear me, Merit Adoptive? You will be the first." 

Thrawn seems to subside as he takes the measure of Thurfian words and the immense present given to him. 

"So? Can I count on you or should I kick you out now?" Thurfian demands royaly. 

"Yes Patriarch." Thrawn agrees, his teeth greeted shut, "But it is quite difficult to-" 

"This is not my problem, dissociate if you have to." Thurfian closes the matter, turning his head back to you, his hard expression melting into a playfully dominating one, "Are you ready my sweet?” 

He starts slipping out, earning a hiss from you. Once mid-way through he pushes back in, slowly, and continues several times. 

"There... Nice and slow... I would hate for your precious body to get bruised, Princess. Let’s give it time to stretch well for me." 

One of his hands grabs a fistful of your hair to pull you into a demanding kiss, so different than the gentle love he is making, while his second-hand fonds your nervous bud and starts playing with it. 

"Oh, you have such an honest and reactive body, visaot. I barely touched your little pearl and you strangled me hard instantly. I love bodies like that..." He chuckles in the kiss, “Mmmmmh, keep going, sweet thing, you are doing wonderful, and I am sure your personal fucktoy ADORES feeling you constricting his stupid cock!" 

Thrawn whines lightly in response, but remains perfectly still as Thurfian ordered, only caressing your hips with his thumbs. 

"I think you are ready, dove. You are dripping on my cock right now, you can take more of me." And Thurfians starts rutting into you at a higher speed, without neglecting your clit "Hell! Tight human pussy so good, better than any Chiss cunts in existence... You are mine, sweet thing, do you hear me? You came into existence to serve me! Didn’t you, sweet little pet? Him? He was born to serve us both and be your personal fucktoy for you to use or dispose at it pleases you..." 

Thrawn growls a warning. 

" Of course, visaot, of course you are not obligated to accept him. If you wish I can send him back right now." 

You do not see it, but it is evident Thurfian is smiling sadistically at Thrawn with all the haugthiness of a Patriarch while Thrawn must be shooting him dead with his glare. 

"What do you think, pet, do you want him gone? Tell me…” 

"Noooooo..." You protest weakly, already feeling your brain melting away under Thurfian delicious hip thrusts. 

"No, my sweet? Oh you have such a better heart than me, way more merciful. If I were you, I would kick him out." 

Thrawn snarls in response and Thurfian sniggers, audibly satisfied. 

"Well, toy? Do not be ungrateful." Thurfian orders 

"Th-thank you, Princess." Thrawn grunts, his body heat skyrocketing. 

"That’s all? 'Thank you, Princess'? You clearly do not appreciate the honor we are bestowing onto you." 

"Than-Thank you for... Allowing me... To be used by you. Lady (Y/n)" Thrawn corrects, his cock stimulated by your bobbing movement on Thurfian's own cock. 

"Better." Thurfian bites, "Now my sweet, where were we? Ah yes, your delectable little pearl. Toy, since you are useless at the moment, serve your Lady and stimulate her clitoris. I want to hug her with both of my arms.” 

You feel Thrawn's hands lowering on your body, caressing your inner thighs tenderly before one comes flicking your lil clit earning a yelp from you clenching around them both. 

Thrawn yelps and Thurfian groans, finishing in a satisfied snigger as his hands sneak around your body, pressing you hard against his tall body. He forces you to lay down on Thrawn's tall, wide body as he lays on you in return, hugging you so tight you feel like suffocating. His hands roam your body, caressing your back tenderly but also... 

Possessively. 

He deeply inhales your scent and exhales, satisfied. 

"Delicious... So delicious. I love your cute body, human, it gives me so much." He accelerates his rhythm, making you see stars, "Ooh look at yourself... Absolutely cock drunk. You are drooling all over yourself, sweet thing, this is a mess! This is such a good look on you. I want to admire it every day..." 

You open your mouth to respond to the praises... Only to let out an incohérent chain of whines and mewls and moans, utterly incapable of speaking a single proper word. 

You are simply to fucked out. 

"Shhhhhhhhh.I know, darling. Do not try to speak, just enjoy. Relax, let me do the work." Thurfian softly speaks, kissing the corner of your lips and cheek. 

Thurfian ruts inside of you, his former quick but sweet pace disappeared in favor of him roaming his hips into yours, your fleshes hitting each other, lewd wet sounds resonating in the bedroom with your desperate grunts. 

He is mean and rough and impales you on his cock without any mercy. 

"You squeeze me so much my sweet. This is... A delight !" He huffs. 

Thrawn keeps massaging your clit thoroughly, but his second hand comes to turn your face towards him and capture your lips again in a desperate kiss. 

Desperate for some affection in return. 

Thurfian may fucks, take, and give as it pleases him, but Thrawn needs love. 

He needs the connection, in any form and and colors 

He NEEDS it. 

Thurfian releases your body to take support on the headboard, looming over you and Thrawn kissing.  

"Aren’t you cute together?" He snarls, " I could shed a tear.” 

Thurfian gives you a violent hip thrust out of the sudden and you slash Thrawn's lip inadvertently. You yelp in surprise and caress Thrawn's cheek as a sorry gesture as he licks the blood away. 

Thurfian releases the head board to place his hands beside your and Thrawn's head, dominating you both. 

Entirely. 

"Listen you two." He orders, his voice inviting no rebellion of any sort, "Your little romance is only possible because I allow it... Do not lose sight of that fact." He declares, his gaze so intense you feel like it could kill you if he wanted it. "Do you understand? (Y/n)?" 

You nod, gulping. 

"Thrawn?" 

"Yes Patriarch..." 

Thurfian considers you both, squinting, gauging you both. 

"Good. Let’s resume." And he takes up his pushes, meaner than ever, more selfish, more... 

Jealous 

"Are you sleeping, toy? I said 'lets resume'. Do you really want me to kick you out?” 

"Understood Patriarch." Thrawn responds, keeping his tone neutral the best he could. He reassures his grip on your thighs and resumes plunging his cock inside of you. 

Having Thurfian inside is complicated but doable, having Thrawn inside is another level of difficulty. 

Having them both inside, is a miracle. 

!but 

Having them both roam into you together must count as manslaugther! 

How?! 

How can you take them both rutting into you at the same time? Their sizes are not meant to fuck the same person at the same time! 

You are split in two by each cock rearangeing your guts as it pleases them. 

Your nerve endings are on fire, the shockwaves of pleasure disintegrate your brain cells each passing second. 

And they show no signs of stopping. 

"(Y/n)? My sweet? Focus on my words. There, listen to me beautiful. I want you to cum with me... I want us both to cum at the same time, do you think you can do that for me, visaot?" Thurfian sweetly asks 

You can only pant in response. They are literally fucking your brain out, making you roll your eyes inside your head. You feel your drool running on your own skin as you forget yourself in the pleasure  

"Focus my dear. Toy, when did I tell you to stop taking care of her little clit?" Thurfian demands haughtily. 

Thrawn's hand returns between your and Thurfian's body to resume his sweet torture, making you mewl and cream all over Thurfian's cock. 

"Blast... I almost came hearing you." He says getting back control over himself, "Focus your mind to kiss me my sweet." 

And your lips meet again in a starving embrace, devouring each other out of lust and despair 

He robs of your air with the kiss and your dignity with his fuck. The kiss is languid and passionate as he thrusts meanly into you. 

His kiss seems to tell what his honor refuses to put into words. 

"I am so close, sweet thing. Can you sprint to the finish line to meet me? We will help you of course..." He almost begs 

Almost 

You nod weakly, just trying not to pass out at this point. 

"Toy, accelerate your caress, stop everything, and focus solely on her clit for now. You can cum after. Help her squirt for me, would you?” 

Thurfian rolls his hips deep and hard in your pussy as Thrawn caresses your clit at a very high speed making you shake, moan, and tremble... 

Thurfian clasps his lips on yours, devouring you with his mouth like a starved predator, grunting and moaning his own pleasure to titillate and encourage you. 

"Come on, Princess. I know you can do it. Cum with me, as one single person... Come on sweet thing." His words carry you in your trial. 

The scent of sex makes you feel dizzy and all the moans make your head spin. 

Thurfian hips thrust start to get erratic as your pussy convulses and tightens around his cock 

And then, the tension snaps brutally and you feel like your brain just explodes at the same time as your pussy. In a blinding light, you squirt on Thurfian's shaft as he pushes one last time, spurting his virile seed inside your womb. 

Your scream of orgasm is muffled by Thurfian's demanding kiss, swallowing all sounds coming from you. He keeps kissing you as your human pussy is milking him for all his worth, feeling his creamy seed invade your secret temple.  

Thurfian remains still inside of you, kissing you deeply, while your orgasm slowly subside and with it your desperates yelps 

He reluctantly part from you, panting and sweating. The deep kiss let places to softer kisses on tip of your lips, a strand of saliva connecting you, as proof of your sin. 

"Wonderful, Princess." Thurfian praises, sighing, "You did it. You spoil me, sweet thing. Oh you are drooling all over yourself, visaot... Was it that good?" He kisses your forehead, cupping your cheek, "I love you so much, Princess. You are everything I need in this life." 

You whine under the praises, your heartbeat slowly going down, feeling sweat trickling down your body. 

"Allow me to remain inside a bit more, sweet thing. I need to feel your body around my cock a little longer…” 

Thurfian lays on you, weighing you down as he pecks your lips and cheeks. You whine as Thrawn doesn’t stop caressing your little clit rapidly, keeping your spasming thighs shaking terribly and prompting Thurfian to look down between your bodies. 

"All right, toy, enough. I will take it from here." Thurfian parts from you to sit on his ankles, still buried deep within you. "I will take care of her pearl, you may fuck her as you please." 

Thrawn immediately seizes under your thighs to raise and open them up and resume his deep rut, while Thurfian draws sweet circles on your clit. 

Thrawn ravages you like he is desperate, whining and moaning into your ear, begging you to accept him deep inside, he licks the sweat rolling down your temple while you feel like you are being fucked by an animal. 

You are definitely loosing some IQ points at each thrusts.  

Thurfian throws his head back, appreciating the up and down movement on his cock as Thrawn mates with you like it is his last day on Csilla. 

"That is not displeasing at all... Keep going a little more toy." Thurfian's hums. 

Thrawn grunts in response and turns your head to capture your lips once again. His tongue enters your mouth to dance and hug yours in an intimate embrace. 

Oh dear maker...! 

It is like a horse pounding into you. 

This is such a trial. 

This so hard. 

Each time you think you remember what Thrawn's feels like in your rear, and each time you are proven wrong. 

You almost bite your own tongue under his ravaging thrust. 

"Ca... Can't! To-too much..." You whine, parting from the kiss to throw your head backward. 

Thurfian who was caressing the bulge made by his cock with dark satisfaction raises his red gaze to you 

"Come on now, pet. Do not be ridiculous. This is not your first time with your toy! You always took him before. You took us both ramming into you before, remember?" He grins at you  

"I-I... I can’t..." 

"Shhhhhhhh. Of course, you can, this isn’t the first time, and knowing you it won’t be the last. Turn your head, and look at your toy. See how relieved he feels? You can’t deny him now, Princess, Can you? Look at his face so lost in the pleasure you are giving him. Only you can make him feel like that.” 

You get lost in your admiration of Thawn's face. He looks so harsh but when he manages to open his eyes to look into yours you can see all the desperation, the hope, the lust, the love, the tenderness.. 

 All that his heart is capable. 

His eyes shine bright, begging you to not refuse him, to let him have this, that this is all he ever wanted in life. 

You lean forward to kiss Thrawn’s cheek and he comes undone instantly. When your lips touch his skin his entire body violently contracts and he buries himself to the hilt and cums deep inside. 

You cannot refrain the pathetic cry of surprise escaping you as you feel his hot ribbons of seed flooding your guts. 

You gasp for air, but ultimately relieved that it is over. 

Thrawn's body relaxes and hits the mattress as all his strength escaped him. His body is burning to the touch, drenched in sweat and his large chest rises up and down rapidly. 

Thurfian considers the scene before him and lets out a single mocking snigger. 

"Amateurs..." He slips out of you gently and you protest at the empty sensation in your cunt. 

Thurfian silently admire his work on you. 

"Mmmmmh... This is always such a joy to see my seed oozing out of your little pussy, pet. A shame I did not bring your favorite plug." 

"Patriarch..." Thrawn intervenes with a hiss, still panting. 

"Yes I know, toy. I did not forget.” 

Thurfian leans on the side to retrieve a large glass of water, you look at it with envy, feeling parched and exhausted. 

You cry as Thurfian gulps down the glass himself craving that fresh water in your throat. 

But Thurfian leans forward, cupping your cheek, and kisses you deeply, letting you drink at the fountain of his lips. You swallow the water with glee and relief. He parts with you and leaves a last soft peck on the tip of your lips. 

He takes a step back to admire the obscene scene in his bed, his long hair framing his gorgeous face.   

He suddenly splaps Thrawn thigh. 

"All right, toy. She is all yours.” 

"Huh...?" You frown, exhausted, as Thurfian simply leaves the bed entirely. 

You yelp as you feel Thrawn seizing your hips to slip his large cock out of you. Always considerate, he does ivet ry slowly to not upset your sensitive body. That doesn’t prevent an ungodly moan from escaping you as his tip is freed from your tight ring, leaving you infuriatingly empty. 

"Oh dear Warrior!" You curse at the new sensation, both relieved and displeased. 

Thrawn kisses your cheek with a loud noise and lays you beside him on the stupidly large bed and... Roll on top of you. 

You gulp, Thrawn looming over you in complete silence, both hands beside your head, devouring you with his rubies. 

"Hum... Thrawn?" You start with a trembling voice, "What did Thurfian promise you... Exactly?" 

"Your sweet pussy." Thurfian reenters the room with a long open robe, not hiding his naked body in the slightest, a glass of bourbon in his hand 

"What?!" You demand indignant and incredulous 

With his size?! 

No 

Nono nononono nonononono no no! 

There are reasons why Thrawn always did anal with you and Thurfian got your pussy each time :  

-Thurfian never allowed another man to approach your pussy. It is HIS and his ONLY.  

- Especially Thrawn with his measurements! 

There are limitations to the human body and this is one of them: Your pussy cannot take him. 

Like water is wet and fire is hot, Thrawn doesn’t fit. 

You look back at Thrawn, praying for him to smile and admit they are fucking with you. 

But he looks incredibly serious and... 

Determinated. 

"Thurfian!" You protest, putting your hands on Thrawn's pecs to not let him lay on you.  

"Relax pet. I know you can do it." He respond incredibly disinterested. 

"How can you know such a thing!?" You protest, terrified and angry. 

He takes a long sip of his bourbon 

"You remember that dildo I offered you for your starday, pet? From who do you think I took the dimensions to have it made?” 

You feel like you are going to choke, that dildo?! 

"Do you remember how hard it was for me to fit it inside?!" You curse him. 

"But we managed." He responds with a little grin, eyes on his glass, "With good preparation it fit you like a glove and you had so much fun with it!" 

"I...I..." 

"Relax Princess, if the dildo fit once, he is going to fit too. We prepared you all night for this goal. Hell, I was preparing you for several months!" He gently approaches to brush your cheek with his knuckles. 

"Trust me, (Y/n)..." Thrawn whispers softly, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly, "I will be nice...I will be tender. I dream of this night since we met..." 

You gulp, yelping like a terrified puppy. 

"Go on, toy. A woman's desire dies really quickly." Thurfian instruct. 

Thrawn angles your head up and lowers himself to kiss you. It is so soft, so sweet, so tender... You cant believe he is about to crush you to pieces... 

He brushes your noses together and sits on his heels, grabbing your hips in his large hands and align himself against your entrance. 

His shaft is already proudly erect once again as nothing can tire Chiss. He plays with the tip for three second before lathering his entire length with his abundant pre-cum spilling again. 

You shudder, hypnotized and utterly terrified by his size. 

He presses his fat tip and pushes past the tight ring of your flesh. 

"Oh fuck!" you instantly explode, feeling all your air being pushed out of you as he invades your tight canal. 

" Language, pet." Thurfian warns 

You gasp for air, several times, feeling like you are suffocating. 

"Fuckfuckduckfuckfuck...!" You repeat like it would make it easier for your tight cunt. 

Thrawn keeps pushing, slowly but without stopping for a moment. 

"Maker... Fucking... Blast!" You continue. 

"Relax, Princess." Thrawn coos, "You are doing so great." He brushes your noses again in a desperate attempt to ease your tight muscles. 

You feel him stretching you wide open, tearing your delicate muscles apart. 

This is so hard! 

You feel like you are dying. 

And finally 

He stops 

"Breath, my Lady, we are mid-way through." He peppers kisses all over your face 

"Thrawn... Please... I beg of you, please... I can't..." You huff and pants and cry, feeling a single tear rolling down your cheek. 

Thrawn licks the tear with a purr. 

"Yes you can, Princess. Of course you can, you are always so good with me, i know you can do it" he praises, offering sweet words to comfort and support you. 

You stutter several time 

"I can't..." You repeat, your throat constricted. 

"Yes, you can" he kisses you softly, "The Patriarch showed me the videos, I know for a fact that you can do it. You only need love and time to adjust." He peppers sweet kisses on your lips. 

He grabs your two cheeks and delicately kisses your trembling mouth properly, humming in the kiss, vocalizing his satisfaction. The kiss is infinitely tender and reverent, like a devotee praying to his idol. Nothing but love escapes his lips to brush yours as his thumbs caress your cheekbone, his purr resonating in the large bedroom. 

You gasp and beg for Thrawn's mercy but he resumes his motion, getting deeper and deeper, and deeper... 

"Oh fuck...!" You sob 

"Breathe ch'acah, tell me if it hurts." Thrawn comforts you, on the verge of explosion himself. 

It doesnt hurt, it's just... 

Too much! 

"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...." 

"Almost there, love. Do not break on me, you are a big girl. Hold my hand.” 

Thrawn clasps one of his hands in yours,.intertwining your fingers together, locking you together. 

"We are almost there." He repeats before letting out a curse in cheuhn you do not know. 

"How is it for you, Merit adoptive?" Thurfian mocks, "How are you holding on?" 

"... With difficulties." Thrawn admits between two deeps breaths through his nose, "I did not expect... All of that." 

Thurfian laughs, tremendously amused. 

"I warned you human pussies were something else. I was cursed until death the night I entered her tight vagina." He muses finishing his glass. "But you have no comparison point, do you, Merit adoptive? Bedding partners is not what you are known for, isn't it?" 

Thrawn gasps as you open your mouth in a perfect O. 

Finally 

You feel his hips against yours... 

He is fully inside. And that is a miracle. 

Thrawn trembles terribly, sweat trickling down his carved body, his breath is short and shallow. 

For a second you are afraid his gigantic body would just snap under so much pressure and fall on you, crushing you entirely. 

"So? How is it?" Thurfian slyly demands, "How does your first pussy feels, toy?" 

"A lot...!" Thrawn breathily responds. 

"Mmmmh, maybe human pussy is too high class for an ingenue like you, toy... You should have known your limits and restricted yourself. Feel free to slip out of her if you do not feel up to the task.” 

You shudder, your little pussy stretched in a way you never felt before. 

Thrawn's response forces you to open your eyes wide in shock.  

He roars, like a beast, his long teeth greeted  shut, refusing to back down before the Mitth Patriarch. 

"You are sure of yourself, Merit Adoptive, as I expected. But learn that fucking a rear and fucking a pussy are two different things. You need techniques, dexterity, stamina, and flexibility. Pussies are such magnificent jewels of nature but so demanding and complex... Are you really sure you can do it?" Thurfian keeps teasing. 

"I can!" Thrawn leaves out, slowly getting back control over himself. " I can. Thank you for your concerns, Patriarch." 

Thurfian laughs. 

"You think I worry for you? Learn a little thing Merit Adoptive, you are EXACTLY where want you to be. You thought you wanted this, but I wanted you here because this entire situation benefits me only.” 

"How so?" Thrawn asks, slowly recovering his usual sterness. 

"Fuck her a little, and we will see if you learned anything in politics." Thurfian responds haughtily. 

Thrawn gives him a side eyes, suspicious, but refocus on you and his sterness soften a bit. 

"I am going to move Ch'acah." He annonces gently. 

You nod, your teeth greeted in the sheer effort to not broke down in his arms. 

Thrawn slips a bit out of you, just a little, and gently pushes back in. You instantly dig your nails into his hand and into the sheet, piercing his skin to blood. But your body lets him move without being too difficult  

Thrawn tries again, and again, and again, and again, and... 

He is now making gentle love to you, stretching to your absolute maximum. You whine weakly because no other sound is able to pass your lips. 

"What are you waiting for, fucktoy? Kiss her." Thurfian seems to be loosing his patience, "Are you getting shy all of the sudden?" 

Thrawn licks his lips before laying on your body, shielding you from everything with his size and your lips meet for a sweet kiss. 

"Go on. Kiss her as she loves, use your tongue, robb her of her breath and make her head spin." Thurfian instructs 

Next thing you know, thrawn's tongue is licking your lips, demanding access. You accept and he locks your lips in a tender embrace, in a languorous dance of tongues and languid, sensual experience. 

You mewl in the kiss, trying desperately not to bite his tongue in your confusion. 

"Very good. Keep thrusting, do not slow down. The next thing you will do is take care of her clitoris. Penetration is good, but what matters is that delicious and delicate bundle of nerves.” 

Thrawn’s second-hand caresses its way south, brushing your skin and leaving goosebumps on its trail until it reaches your clit and starts to massage it fondly. 

Thrawn's muscles immediately contract at your reaction, arching his back in a reflex. 

"Did you feel it? How she immediately clenched around your cock under your gentle attention? Thats how you treat a woman, do you understand?" 

"Yes Patriarch..." Thrawn tries to recover his cool but your cunt works him up so much he has trouble remaining focused. 

Thurfian looks at you both, a strange shimmer in his eyes. He stands up, leaving the glass on the table, and approaches his large bed, hands clasped behind his back, not even trying to cover himself modestly. 

"Rise up and push her legs on her chest, then lay on them. Tilt her hips up." He says casually, caressing the side of your face with the tip of his fingers, looking at you with satisfaction. 

Thrawn obeys, grabbing your hips he tilts them up, presses your legs on your rising chest and lays over you. 

You let out the most lewd and undignified sound a human ever produced... Finishing in a Desperate gasped plea. 

"How does it feel, Merit Adoptive? Can you feel how it magically opened her up?" Thurfian asks with a lopsided grin. 

"Ye-Yes'..." Thrawn nods enthusiastically, panting like a dog, rutting into you with abandon 

but still mindful of your physical limitations and size differences. 

"Keep fucking her, do not forget her pearl." 

Thrawn gasps and groans and moans and grunts, rolling his hips into you with what you can only describe as pure glee. 

"Mmmh, continue toy. Keep going, feel her around you, appreciate her warmth, enjoy her wetness, admire how she welcomes you inside despite your difference in stature..." 

Thrawn's hand that is not working on your clit suddenly grabs the pillow next to your head and you can actually hear him tearing the fabric apart with his nails, reducing it to pieces. 

"What do you think, toy? Is it better than everything you ever knew?" Thurfian asks on a confidene tone 

But something in his voice is...rotten 

Like his words are dripping of... Pure poison 

"Yes, Patriarch! It is fantastic!" Thrawn declares, getting lost in his sensations. 

"Aaaaaaaw, do you hear that pet? Your pussy is fantastic." Thurfian smiles at you, booping your nose. 

Then Thurfian suddenly grabs Thrawn's hair and yanks his head backward violently.  

Thrawn whines in surprise and tries to get him to let go, but Thurfian doesn’t release him and shakes his head to force him into submission. 

"Now listen toy.” He spits “You may be a genius on the Battlefield but you are a wounded puppy in politics. I will generously give you a little class, in addition to this fucking lesson. All right?” 

Thrawn growls 

But submit 

"Good. Keep fucking while I lecture you, she should not have to suffer your incompetence."  

Thrawn resumes his thrusts, his head uncomfortably forced backward. 

"Now listen, little boy. You may think I made you an honor tonight, and you would be right. You would be shocked to know the number of men who begged me for one night in her arms. But i refused. Each of them. Do you have an idea why?" 

"...They were not worth her time?" Thrawn hisses between his teeth. 

"And that would make YOU worth it maybe?" Thufian mocks, "I had nothing to gain giving them access to her embrace, and she was not interested in any of them. You... You are fucking pain in my neck since your entry into the family!" Thurfian hisses between gritted teeth, "You kept turning around her endlessly. You think you might have been smooth and discreet but first puppy loves are usually too exciting to be hidden. But it was also the perfect trap." Thurfian continues snarling "For you see, this honor, will be your curse for the rest of your life. Spending your first time between the thighs of a human woman will haunt you for the rest of your life and will only benefit me. You either prove your complete inability as a lover and she loses all interest in you and I do not have to suffer your presence in my own bedroom for the rest of your lives. Or, and I vastly prefer this option, you prove yourself capable and wish to remain in those sheets, between those thighs, buried inside her until the end of times..." He taunts. 

Thrawn remains silent, listening attentively to where all of this is going. 

"But... If you wish to remain... You must please ME in return. And that starts by stopping all your crazy plans, stopping to ignore my orders, and FINALLY learning your true place in this family. Do you hear me, boy...?" 

Thurfian shakes him again before his mutism. 

"I pity you Thrawn, having your first time between her thighs. Tasting true pleasure at last, but with her body. You do not know the shackles you just put on yourself. You will never be able to settle for any less." 

"What makes you think that?" Thrawn finally broke his silence. 

"Because that's what happened to me. I entered her once and realized immediately I brought doom upon myself." Thurfian reveals, "Why do you think I suddenly sent back all my other partners? I knew at that moment that they could never give me what I was craving anymore.” He lets the poison drip off his tongue to intoxicate Thrawn, "You will spend the rest of your life starving for a love no Chiss will ever be able to offer you. You will walk desperately in search of an oasis to drink out of. You will try to dress a wound that will keep on bleeding... I.Promise.You." Thurfian enunciates clearly, like his long years as a syndic taught him "But... If you accept my terms I will allow you to keep meeting her, to appease your hunger and quench your thirst. I only expect of you your total obedience and submission. Is that clear?"  

"Be more precise in your offer." Thrawn negotiates. 

"If I order you to stop your crazy battle plan, you stop it. If I order you to not mingle into aliens’ affairs, you keep that nose of yours out of their business. If I order you to not perform a preemptive strike, to not put a skywalker in danger, to not flirt with the line, you obey. And if you do that, I will allow you to keep seeing MY wife." Thurfian hisses the 'my', "You will be free to take her on dates, to flirt, to live your puppy love like you were in a dream. I will allow you to fuck her pussy all your heart contents, and if you prove yourself especially obedient to my power..." Thurfian presses his lips in Thrawn's ear to whisper, "I will allow you... To breed her.” 

Thrawn seems to frozes, eyes focused on his Patriarch, debating in himself of he was telling the truth. 

"You heard me right, boy." Thurfian smiles at him, "If you are obedient, I will let you breed my cute human wife. Don’t you want that? Seeing her getting round and heavy with the weight of your baby? Admiring her walking around Csilla with your legacy inside of her for all Chiss to see? Don't you crave it? Don't you dream about it?" Thurfians words finish in an incubus purr, tempting Thrawn already slipping down the slop. 

"... What would my rights be toward the child?" Thrawn demands, cautious but oh so... Seduced. 

"They will live with her and me, they will receive the blood education and privileges. But I'll make it clear to them who their father is, I will not take that role for you. When you come back to Csilla for your leaves, you can take them to your apartment to have them all to yourself I do not care."  Thurfian lowers himself down to Thrawn's level again "If you play your cards right, Thrawn, you will secure what every Chiss parent craves for their descendants: education, privilege, and security. If you listen to me, you will be able to fulfill your Chiss breeding instincts to your heart contents and protect all your children with the Blood Mitth status.” 

Thrawn chest rises up and down rapidly. 

"All I ask in return, for all these honors, is your obedience and loyalty..."  

Thrawn presses his lips in a thin line, silencing himself. 

"I know that you dream about it... That you wake up sweating at the thought of breeding my wife. I saw it in your very eyes... This is so easy, you only have to say 'yes' to me." 

Thurfian turns his head to you, with a knowing grin. 

"What do you think pet, wouldn’t you love to receive this energetic young man's seed inside of you? Be a good pet and bear our children to us both?" 

You open your mouth only to let out a choked gurgle, a long stream of drool escaping your mouth, your eyes rolled inside your head.  

You think you hear them speak but you could NOT understand a word to save your life with how fucked up your brain is right now 

Thank the Warrior Thrawn is so focused on Thurfian's words his rut is less powerful. 

Allowing you to just... Breathe 

"Mmmmmh... Look at her toy, admire how blessed she looks, how she takes your cock so well! Don't you want to spend your life pleasing her? Giving her the children she craves, offering the family that she deserves?" Thurfian muses, "Look deep into those eyes, see the bliss and lust, and tell me she was born for another purpose but to give children to the Chiss Ascendancy." He purrs, looking at your dazed form fondly. 

"My work...Humph- My work is important! Only I can do it. I need to serve the Ascendancy..." 

"You can serve in so many other ways than to set fire to it, toy." Thurfian's tone hardens, "Be a loyal Mitth, obey your superior officers without being zealous, learn your limit, and give children to the Ascendancy. That! Is the Chiss way.” He shakes his head once, "If you accept, she could get pregnant with you this very night, Thrawn." Thurfian whispers like a siren, "Could you imagine it? Pregnant with your descendants? Your legacy secured, the ultimate gift to the Ascendancy: perpetuating the race." 

Thrawn's muscles contract as his breathes deepens, terribly interested, drinking Thurfian's words like honey. 

"You are a good Chiss, Thrawn. I know it." Thurfians soothes, " You know deep down what the species need. Securing the next generations, giving meaning to your very work, giving you a reason to fight. Don’t you want to be part of all of this? Be a hero in battle and in civilian life? Don’t you think your genius brain should have a chance to live on in your heirs?" 

Thurfian caress the consequent bulge in your stomach, guiding Thrawn's eyes lower, towards your womb. He brushes the skin delicately and with love. 

"You have only one word to say Thrawn and everything you ever desired could be yours... What is your decision?” 

"..." 

"What did you say, toy? Speak clearer, i did not hear you!" Thurfian demands regally. 

"...Yes... Yes, yes..." Thrawn repeats, at the end of his rope, seduced beyond his mind, ready to pounce. 

Thurfian considers him in silence, squinting at the once fiercome Senior Captain 

Finally reduced to an obedient puppy in his hands... It took some time, but he managed. 

Finally. 

"Good, toy... Good." He playfully boops the tip of Thrawn's nose, "We will discuss all the new rules you will EAGERLY follow later." He releases Thrawn's hair that almost falls on you, crushing you entirely, "You may have her as it pleases you, you have my blessing...She is all yours for the rest of the night.” 

Thrawn grunts heavily, taking deep breaths like after a marathon. He lays fully on you, pressing your knees against your chest, crushing you under the weight of his muscular body, one arm slides under your back, pressing you so tight you feel your lungs will explode, and the other hand grabs the top of your head, a mix between taking a fistful of hair and caressing your head like he could not know if he was trying to be gentle or rough. 

He takes a long lick from your jaw to your temple with the flat of his tongue, letting out a long moan, he licks the other side of your face, drinking the tears and sweat on your skin. 

He then presses his forehead against yours, captivating the rest lf your dying attention with his bright red eyes.  

His eyes shine so brightly the pupils disapeared alltogether, and the lamps in the room are useless with two pairs of chiss eyes. 

He replace himself, his hips forcing yours to tilt upward. 

He slips out of you, leaving just his tip... 

Looks at you dead in the eyes, daring you to stop him 

And rams his whole size back in with full force 

You let out a scream 

It feels like a truck run over you. 

He slips out and do it again, impaling his cock down your little pussy that does its best to take such dimensions ramming into you 

You try to take a big breath but each of his hips undulation punches the air out of you. You try to cry and complain but all words die in your throat. 

Thrawn keeps going. 

Accelerate his pace 

Until he fucks your poor pussy like he would fuck a fleshlight, rapidly, deeply and roughly 

"Frost!" Thrawn curses between breaths, "That's fantastic!" He licks your face and mouth like a rabid animal would, his proper and elegant dispositions and manners gone with the wind, "Keep going, Ch'acah! Do not refuse me!" He ruts deep inside, burying himself to the hilt, hitting your cervix with full force, "you feel so good! Take me! Take me whole!" 

The bed complains and cracks under his assaults, threatening to break under such activities. 

"Please,Ch'acah, please!" Thrawn begs, out of his mind, moaning and groaning like a beast in heat, "Will you beare my child? Let me breed you? Like the good Princess that you are?" In his complete confusion he manages to capture your lips and kisses you languorously, muffling all your screams. 

"Thats... Fucking impressive, i have to admit." Thurfian says casually, his arms crossed over his chest, observing the...Breeding session. 

"Let me cum inside my love. Let me give you a baby. A little one...! Oh fuck!" Thrawn grunts, his voice dropping several octaves as his instinct takes the reins of his brain, "Ch'acah...! Be good for me! Let me breed you, you were made to take my cock in your pussy! Warrior, this so good, I cannot stop!" 

"Aaaaw, the first love frolicking mark you for life! Make it count toy." Thurfian pats Thrawn shoulders with two fingers and heads outside the bedroom towards his library, " Have fun you two." 

"I can... feel you all around me! You are strangling my cock so hard, I want to remain BURIED in you for the rest of my life! Oh please Ch'acah..." Thrawn voice fluctuates between orders, laments, begging, prayers…"I never felt anything like that before! I can only think about breeding that cute pussy! I can feel it clenching around my cock, begging for my seed...! FUCK! I'll give it to you my sweet, all of it, until the very last drop!" Thrawn chants his litany, rocking his hips so hard you can only wonder if your pelvis will not just break under such assaults "Do you want it, love? Do you want my seed deep inside you?" 

Raw pleasure courses your body, shaking your limbs violently. By some miracle, Thrawn’s fuck isn’t painful but that doesn’t make it any more easier and you feel his tip repeatedly hitting your cervix deep inside of you. 

"Thrawn...! Please!" You gasp, "You-You're too much... I ca-" 

" And all of it is for you, Ch'acah! Only for you! Oh FUCK! The Patriarch was right! It's not worth it if they dont feel like you around my cock! Oh you cursed me, Ch'acah! I can never have any other pussy from now on...! You will be my death...!" 

"Ple-... I beg of you... Slow down! I cant take that much inside me!" You cry "Oh BLAST...!" 

"I cant!" He gasps as he keeps plunging in shaft deep between your bruised flesh "You are driving me insane... I need that tight pussy squeezing me! Oh you feel AMAZING!” 

"Ple-please! Finish quickly...!" You beg in tears. "Oh Maker, I can't!" 

"I-I can't! I want you to cum first! I NEED you to cum first! Cum for me my love, do it for me! Ah, Your screams of pleasure are amazing!" His hand holding your head sneaks between your bodies to play with your clit.  

You squeal and tense instantly, your entire body under intense pressure, compressing his hard shaft.  

"That was GLORIOUS my love! Oh keep going, I beg of you! You are all I ever wanted in this life, I need no one else! Fuck, I cant think properly! Tight pussy so good...!" He furiously caresses your clit, leaving you no time to recover or breath as he keeps pounding you like a nightbull in rut. "I feel you squeezing more and more! Cum for me! Squirt on my cock! Make a mess!” 

Thrawn roars as he deepens his thrusts, sweat rolling on his carved body. 

"Hug me, my love! Dig your nails in my shoulders, claw my back! I want to wear the scars of your passion deep into my flesh!"  

The wet, sloppy, lewd sounds of your furious lovemaking mixed with the heady scent of sex is making your head spin dangerously. 

"I want to fuck my load deep inside! I want your stomach swollen with all of my semen! I want to see your pretty body heavy with my child! I want to show you off to all the others! Cute pussy letting me breed her as I need it!” He chants, "Dig your nails in my skin, make me bleed for you! Do what you want with my body, I give it to you! It was created to serve you! FROST!" Thrawn starts to get delirious between your thighs, gone is the charismatic and unsinkable Senior Captain. 

You welcomed an true animal between your thighs 

"Oh- Oh Maker....!!!!" You hiss, feeling the tsunami of pleasure rising on your veins. 

"Yes! Cum for me my love! Do not fight it! Cum on my cock, use me for your convenience!" 

He gives a final, fated twist at your pearl and you scream his name for all to hear, the tsunami crashing down upon you with such violence you think you will pass out entirely! Your muscles contract so much that you are convinced they will be torn to shred! Your toes curl so hard it is painful as your back arches dramatically under Thrawn’s large, hot body. 

Thrawn gives you four final thrusts that you can only qualify as aggressive and desperate and he comes undone inside you. 

You feel his entire body hardening as he represses a roar coming from the very depths of his chest, burying his head in the crook of your neck and spurting his seed in your abused pussy. 

Your body suddenly...Fall 

Whatever was holding it together, tension, survival instinct, lust, madness... Just snaps and all your strength leaves you entirely and you enter some kind of physiological shock. You spasm on the mattress helplessly, losing all control over your limp body, leaving it at Thrawn's entire mercy... 

He raises his head, panting, completely disoriented like he was in some sort of spell or trance this entire time. He looks at you. 

Or rather devour you with his firey eyes. He lowers himself back to capture your lips in a cry for tenderness, for any affection you could spare him... 

Your swollen lips dance together in an intimate embrace and in your debilitating daze you can pick up on the fact that he started purring. 

You break down crying at that delicate sound. You sob and hiccup uncontrolably as Thrawn embraces you tight, still buried in you. 

"Shhhhhhhhhhh... It is over, Ch'acah... It is done." He whispers, "I am sorry my love, I failed to keep my urges on a leash, I lashed at you. It is unforgivable." His hands came cupping your cheeks to caress your skin with thumbs, "Look at me, love, It is over. You did it. You are amazing." He brushes his nose with you tenderly, trying to soothe you but you keep crying, "Are you... mad at me?" He starts to worry. 

You shake your head but your sobs dont subside. You circle his neck and press him tight against you, choking him a bit. 

"Hug me as as hard as you need, ch'acah, my body is at your entire disposal." 

You both bury your face in the neck of the other, you to cry and inhale his reassuring musk and he leaves the lightest kisses on your skin, praising you endlessly as he caresses your back with so much fondness. 

"You did so well. Taking me whole like that, you gave me so much. You must be so tired, my love, rest in my arms for as long as you need." He brushes his nose with your neck and Whisper so low you barely hear him, "I love you…” 

"Dear Warrior, you took your sweet time!" Thurfian barges in the bedroom a book still in hand, making you jump and whine in Thrawn's arms "What the hell did you... What's happening here?"He stops dead in his tracks.   

Thrawn looks at him with a sorry expression in his eyes. 

"I may have-" 

"Is she crying!?" Thurfian almost shouts. 

He throws the book across the room, skirting the bed with long strides, and immediately kneels at your side, "Pet? Visaot? Are you all right? Look at me Ch'acah..." 

You sob as you release Thrawn to hug Thurfian's shoulders, "Oh my warrior, what did this brute do to you, Princess? I am with you now, everything is going to be all right, my sweet, dry your tears." 

You dig your nails in Thurfian's robe, relieved to hear, feel, and smell your husband after this experience. 

"Patriarch, I-" Thrawn tries. 

"Not a word, Merit Adoptive." Thurfian cuts him short, "You did enough damage for tonight. You served your purpose, you can go." 

"Please, Patriarch, I just..." Thrawn insists but closes his mouth before Thurfian's terrible gaze. 

"Leave, Merit Adoptive. You are no longer welcomed in our wedding bed." 

Thrawn takes the stab deep in his flesh, but bows to his Patriarch in submission. 

He very carefully slips out of your vagina, wincing in displeasure as he cant feel you around him anymore, and leaves the bed. 

Thurfian sits down on the edge of the matress and hugs you tight, whispering sweet nothing to you. He cradles you gently, kissing the top of your head. 

"I know, ch'acah, I know. Try to give a beast some food and it will eat your entire arm. This... Animal needs to learn its place." He spits, looking at Thrawn dressing back. 

Thrawn turns to the both of you, fully clothed in his Captain’s regalia, his usual stern expression on his face. 

"Patriarch, thank you for... Allowing me to come tonight again." Thrawn bows deeply. He raises back and looks at you with... Despair and imploration. 

He kneels to the bed and takes your hand to kiss it and press it against his forehead. 

Like a servant do his king. 

"I am sorry, Ch'acah. May you find the strength to forgive my actions and bless the fool that I am." 

Thufian didn’t lose a crumb of that stunt... 

Thrawn raises back up and walks away. 

Your hand hangs in the air, trying to hold him back, but he cannot see. 

He only sees what he has done to you... 

You flinch when the door closes. 

"...Thrawn?" You asks in disbelief. 

"He left. Good riddance." Thurfian keeps cradling you tenderly, caressing a strand of hair behind your ear. 

"...but... I need him..." You weakly speak, trying to raise in a sitting position.  

"You need a bath and to rest. This is your only job." Thurfian holds you down. 

He pushes the covers away to reveal your naked body to his view. 

His elegant hand comes to part your thighs away for him to see. 

He hiss 

"Such crude animal... You are bruised all over your groin region." He shakes his head, "This boy needs to learn to handle delicate things with more care." 

"He is careful..." You protest weakly, trying to sit again but you wince in soreness and a bit of pain. " He just got... Overwhelmed..." 

"Are you defending him?" Thurfian demands, "Are you defending him in the same sheets he wounded your body in?" 

"I... I dont know." you admit, "I just think... You should not be too harsh on him. He doesn’t deserve it... I think." 

Thurfian gauges you up and down, frowning at you. You gulp before his gaze. 

"I am the one judging who deserves what in this family. Not you." He sentences. 

"I... I am sorry, Thurfian. I forgot my place." You exhale painfully. 

Thurfian seizes your chin and kisses your lips, robbing you of your air as he knows to do so well. 

You gasp when your lips part. 

"He deserves a punishment for treating you like that, whether you liked it or not." He lets you know 

"Please... Don't be too hard." You beg, "I love him." 

Thurfian considers you for a second, his thumb caressing your jaw gently. 

"This love is the only reason I do not throw him out of this family back to the backwater world and position he truly deserves." He clenches his jaw, "He will receive the punishment I see fit, but for your heart..." He stands back up, your hand in his, looking down at you, "... I will not be too harsh on the boy." 

"Thank you, Ch'acah..." You smile, grateful and exhausted. 

He slides his arm under your knees, lifts you up bridal style, and heads toward the bathroom. 

He will give you a bath, let you eat a piece of chocolate cake he knows you love so much and when you will go to sleep, comforted in the thought you protected your clumsy lover from your husband, Thurfian will look at you, smiling as he will lay beside you, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand... 

Knowing that his plan worked 

To absolute... 

Perfection. 

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @Thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo@empresskrennic @davesrightshoe @elise2174 @Holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @Janjtje 

[kuzure-collapse]

These two asks were pretty similar so I'll answer them together. You can read about the LI's ideal dates in this post and find the last love levels post here.

I don't really know how to quantify their love levels. I mentioned the Love Meter Boost in the story but I never actually drafted how it would work or if MC would buy it. I guess I can try to describe how the LIs are feeling about MC so far?

As of ch. 30:

Tomohiro:

i'm trying to write more scenes for him since it's been very yanagi and kotose heavy so far

off-screen, mc has been going to school with him and tomoe every morning and telling them about his day and interactions with the other characters

he usually has lunch with his friends, sometimes invites mc to the rooftop alone, sometimes joins his sister

during the lunches alone with mc, they continue to talk about topics of love

although he likes mc, he never reveals hints of his love no matter how much mc begs to know. he decided he wants to make mc fall for him first before he reveals anything

certainly taking a more flirtatious approach now that mc is interacting with all these other people. he's feeling more possessive and jealous now, might show more of his ugly side

Kotose:

currently coming to terms with his feelings and starting to acknowledge it as something more than a desire for friendship (best friends?)

unfortunately for him, mc has been giving a lot of mixed signals. is it friendly teasing or flirting? he has trouble understanding because he's never really had friends before

he wants to spend more time with mc and learn more about him, intrigued. he wants to impress mc with his knowledge and skills, too.

awkward attempts but at least he's now making more of an effort

off-screen, they've been having amicable study sessions. kotoha isn't around as much because she's spending more time at choir

i want to write more twin interactions and their development, but haven't been able to work it in :/

Satsuma:

at first it was just your typical setter-hitter teammate relationship

he's taken more of a liking to mc ever since learning about mc's insecure past and talking about bullying

for now, there isn't much of a romantic feeling. more like wanting to take care of an underclassman that he can see himself in

he knows mc is a little intimidated by him. feels kinda dejected by that because he's only had good intentions so far.

yet he also finds it endearing, thinks mc's attempts to please him amusing

he wants to help mc and be the mentor he wished he had when he was younger

not aware of any romantic feeling he might have, just feels the need to take care of mc. he's not sure why tomohiro gives him such a bad feeling

still a bit shy and reclusive, but is opening up and growing more easygoing around mc.

i wish i wrote more scenes of him and satsuka 😔

Yumeki:

admires mc a lot, especially because mc is the only one on the team who goes out of his way to spend time with him (satsuma doesn't really talk to anyone, and the other members keep to their own groups)

no other guy has been this nice to yumeki before and he's desperate for male friendship because he's always surrounded by girls (not that it's bad, he just wants to hang with fellow guys sometimes)

he feels guilty for embarrassing mc at certain moments, really just wants to help mc, searches for ways to provide his servitude

often looks longingly at mc's intimate interactions with other characters, doesn't know why

currently unaware of any feelings towards mc, but he's starting to realize things about himself

i also hope to write more of him >.<

Yanagi:

acknowledges mc's use as an ally in a world where they are the only real people

he's surprised that the wimp he encountered their first day in the game was actually pretty capable

although he feels camaraderie because of their shared niche interests, he pushes that away and tries to only view mc as a tool for his missions

he's just using mc as an extra pair of hands and because of his system, that's all, nothing more to it

wont admit that he's starting to think of mc as a friend though, sometimes laughs to himself when he recalls their interactions

[thebiggerbear]

I absolutely adored this!!! Ever since I came across this I have been wanting to read it and I was not disappointed!!! I LOVED Jessica Rabbit when the movie came out and always wanted to be her but then when I rewatched the film when I was a little older, I went

"Oh!" Lol, so she's been a crush of mine for a very long time and I was beyond excited to come across your story.

Her eyes scanned the room until they found her—Jessica Rabbit, the stunning redhead, sitting at the bar, a vision of elegance and allure in her form-fitting, glittering red dress.

I love how aesthetically pleasing the visual is that you give us of her because it is so on point!!!

She slid off the barstool with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly and met her halfway, wrapping her arms around Y/N in a warm, welcoming embrace. “Hey, you,” Jessica purred, her voice like honey. “I’ve missed you.” Y/N wrapped her arms around Jessica’s waist, pulling her close. “I’ve missed you too,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to Jessica’s temple. “You look amazing.” Jessica chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that sent shivers down Y/N’s spine. “You’re not so bad yourself, Y/N.”

Perfect greeting!!! I wish I knew of a more eloquent way to explain the feelings I got reading this scene. I literally experienced what Y/N was feeling, down to the physical sensations, but without the beautiful redhead in front of me. 😭 Flawlessly written!!!

Before Y/N could respond, their drinks arrived. Y/N took a sip of her whiskey, savoring the burn as it went down. Jessica opted for a martini, elegant and refined, just like her. They talked for a while, sharing stories and laughing together. Y/N loved the sound of Jessica’s laughter—it was genuine, full of joy. She found herself getting lost in Jessica’s eyes, the way they sparkled in the dim light.

I don't think I can say it enough, the shape your writing takes and how seamless it fits to this character just absolutely astounds me (in a very good way) and makes the reading experience that much more enjoyable and pleasant. You really nailed this!!!

One evening, they found themselves surrounded by boxes, the living room a chaotic mix of Jessica’s glamour and Y/N’s rugged style. They were sitting on the floor, a bottle of wine between them, laughing over some old photographs they had discovered. "Look at this one," Jessica giggled, holding up a picture of Y/N in her teenage years, dressed in a band T-shirt and ripped jeans, her hair a mess. "You were such a rebel." Y/N chuckled, taking the photo from her. "Still am, in a way," she said, looking at Jessica with a playful grin. Jessica smiled, leaning in to kiss Y/N's cheek. "I love that about you," she said softly. "You’ve always been unapologetically yourself." Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest. "And I love that you love me for it," she replied, brushing a strand of Jessica’s hair behind her ear.

This was such a cute moment that then flowed into a very loving and sweet exchange between them that just had me

A few days later, they hosted a small housewarming party, inviting close friends to celebrate their new life together. The apartment was filled with the sound of music and laughter, a testament to the love and happiness that now filled the space. Jessica was the perfect hostess, moving through the crowd with grace and charm, while Y/N played the part of the attentive partner, always by her side, making sure she had everything she needed. They were a team, a perfect balance of glamour and strength, and their friends could see how happy they made each other.

Beautifully written!!! I could see it clear as a bell along with how well they balance each other out and are perfect partners, just as much as their friends could.

"That was amazing," Jessica said, leaning her head on Y/N’s shoulder. "Thank you for making this so special." Y/N wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "Anything for you," she replied, kissing the top of her head.

And I would like to thank you for writing this and making it special as well!!! My younger self is floating away somewhere about a hundred feet above us, sighing happily with humongous heart eyes. This was pure fluff and sweetness and I just absolutely LOVED it!!! Thank you again for writing it and for sharing it with us all. You truly have a gift as a writer and you're an excellent wordsmith, my friend. I really hope you write more for this character or even this particular reader x Jessica dynamic if you ever feel up to it, I would LOVE to read it if you do!!! 😀💖💖

Jessica rabbit x female reader

Y/N adjusted her leather jacket, tugging at the collar in a futile attempt to shake off the nerves. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen Jessica Rabbit a hundred times before, but every time felt like the first time. There was something about the way Jessica moved, the way she looked at her, that made Y/N feel like she was falling all over again.

She took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the club. The place was dimly lit, filled with the low hum of chatter and the occasional clink of glasses. Her eyes scanned the room until they found her—Jessica Rabbit, the stunning redhead, sitting at the bar, a vision of elegance and allure in her form-fitting, glittering red dress.

Y/N felt a smile tug at her lips as she walked over. Jessica turned, her eyes lighting up when she saw Y/N approaching. She slid off the barstool with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly and met her halfway, wrapping her arms around Y/N in a warm, welcoming embrace.

“Hey, you,” Jessica purred, her voice like honey. “I’ve missed you.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around Jessica’s waist, pulling her close. “I’ve missed you too,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to Jessica’s temple. “You look amazing.”

Jessica chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that sent shivers down Y/N’s spine. “You’re not so bad yourself, Y/N.”

They pulled apart, and Y/N took a moment to admire her girlfriend. Jessica was the epitome of glamour and sophistication, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride knowing that she was hers.

“Let’s grab a seat,” Jessica suggested, gesturing to a booth in the corner. Y/N nodded, taking Jessica’s hand and leading her to the secluded spot.

Once they were seated, Y/N ordered drinks for both of them. As they waited, she reached across the table, taking Jessica’s hand in hers. Jessica’s fingers were soft, delicate, but her grip was strong and reassuring.

“So, how was your day?” Y/N asked, tracing circles on the back of Jessica’s hand with her thumb.

Jessica sighed, a contented smile on her lips. “It was good. Busy, but good. I had a photoshoot this morning, then a meeting with my agent. But now, I’m here with you, and that’s all that matters.”

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest. “I’m glad you could make it. I know you’re busy.”

Jessica shook her head, her eyes softening. “I’ll always make time for you, Y/N. You’re important to me.”

Before Y/N could respond, their drinks arrived. Y/N took a sip of her whiskey, savoring the burn as it went down. Jessica opted for a martini, elegant and refined, just like her.

They talked for a while, sharing stories and laughing together. Y/N loved the sound of Jessica’s laughter—it was genuine, full of joy. She found herself getting lost in Jessica’s eyes, the way they sparkled in the dim light.

At one point, Jessica reached across the table, cupping Y/N’s cheek with her hand. “You know, I’ve been thinking about something,” she said softly.

Y/N leaned into the touch, her heart beating a little faster. “Yeah? What’s that?”

Jessica bit her lip, looking a bit nervous. “I’ve been thinking about us. About our future.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected this, but she was intrigued. “What about our future?”

Jessica took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Y/N’s. “I want to be with you, Y/N. Really be with you. I want us to move in together, to build a life together. I know it’s a big step, but I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Y/N felt a rush of emotions—surprise, joy, excitement. She squeezed Jessica’s hand, her own eyes shining. “I want that too, Jessica. More than anything.”

Jessica’s face lit up, and she leaned across the table, capturing Y/N’s lips in a soft, tender kiss. Y/N kissed her back, pouring all her love and affection into that one moment.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both smiling, a sense of happiness and contentment settling over them.

“I love you, Y/N,” Jessica whispered, her eyes filled with emotion.

Y/N felt her heart swell. “I love you too, Jessica. Always.”

They spent the rest of the evening talking about their plans, their dreams for the future. It felt so right, so natural, and Y/N knew that this was where she belonged—with Jessica, building a life together.

As they left the club, hand in hand, Y/N felt a sense of peace. She glanced over at Jessica, who was smiling up at her, and knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together.

They walked through the city streets, the cool night air wrapping around them. Jessica leaned into Y/N, her head resting on her shoulder. Y/N wrapped an arm around her, holding her close.

“I can’t wait to start this new chapter with you,” Jessica said softly.

Y/N pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Me too, Jessica. Me too.”

They continued walking, lost in their own little world. The city around them seemed to fade away, and all that mattered was the two of them, together.

When they finally reached Y/N’s apartment, they took the elevator up to her floor. Y/N unlocked the door, holding it open for Jessica. She stepped inside, glancing around the familiar space. It was a little messy, but it was home.

Jessica looked around, a smile on her lips. “I can see us here,” she said softly. “I can see us making this place our home.”

Y/N felt a surge of emotion. “Me too,” she said, her voice thick with feeling. “I can’t wait to start this journey with you, Jessica.”

Jessica turned to her, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s neck. “Neither can I,” she whispered, leaning in for another kiss.

They spent the rest of the night talking, making plans, dreaming about their future. It felt like a dream, but it was real, and Y/N knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

As they lay in bed together, Jessica curled up against her, Y/N felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She held Jessica close, listening to the sound of her breathing, and knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

“I love you,” Y/N whispered into the darkness.

Jessica stirred, her eyes fluttering open. “I love you too,” she murmured, a smile on her lips.

Y/N kissed her forehead, holding her close. “Goodnight, Jessica.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Jessica replied, her voice soft and sleepy.

Y/N closed her eyes, a smile on her lips, and let herself drift off to sleep, knowing that she was exactly where she was meant to be—with Jessica, the love of her life, by her side.

In the following weeks, the couple's life slowly intertwined as they started the moving process. Jessica's belongings, previously scattered in her luxurious apartment, were now finding a place in Y/N's cozy home. The scent of Jessica’s favorite lavender candles filled the air, blending with Y/N’s coffee and leather aroma. It felt right, the way their lives were meshing together.

One evening, they found themselves surrounded by boxes, the living room a chaotic mix of Jessica’s glamour and Y/N’s rugged style. They were sitting on the floor, a bottle of wine between them, laughing over some old photographs they had discovered.

"Look at this one," Jessica giggled, holding up a picture of Y/N in her teenage years, dressed in a band T-shirt and ripped jeans, her hair a mess. "You were such a rebel."

Y/N chuckled, taking the photo from her. "Still am, in a way," she said, looking at Jessica with a playful grin.

Jessica smiled, leaning in to kiss Y/N's cheek. "I love that about you," she said softly. "You’ve always been unapologetically yourself."

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest. "And I love that you love me for it," she replied, brushing a strand of Jessica’s hair behind her ear.

They continued sorting through the boxes, talking about their memories and making new ones as they did. The night was filled with laughter, kisses, and the promise of a future together.

A few days later, they hosted a small housewarming party, inviting close friends to celebrate their new life together. The apartment was filled with the sound of music and laughter, a testament to the love and happiness that now filled the space.

Jessica was the perfect hostess, moving through the crowd with grace and charm, while Y/N played the part of the attentive partner, always by her side, making sure she had everything she needed. They were a team, a perfect balance of glamour and strength, and their friends could see how happy they made each other.

As the night drew to a close and the last guest left, Y/N and Jessica found themselves alone in their apartment. They collapsed onto the couch, exhausted but happy.

"That was amazing," Jessica said, leaning her head on Y/N’s shoulder. "Thank you for making this so special."

Y/N wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "Anything for you," she replied, kissing the top of her head.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each

[demigod-of-the-agni]

Spider-Man India, but... where from India?

A SUPER long post featuring talks of: cultural identity, characterisation, the caste system, and what makes Spider-Man Spider-Man.

I’m prefacing this by saying that I am a second-generation immigrant. I was born in Australia, but my cultural background is from South India. My experiences with what it means to be “Indian” is going to be very different from the experiences of those who are born and brought up in India.

If you, reader, want to add anything, please reblog and add your thoughts. This is meant to be a post open for discussion — the more interaction we get, the better we become aware of these nuances.

So I made this poll asking folks to pick a region of India where I would draw Pavitr Prabhakar in their cultural wear. This idea had been on my mind for a long while now, as I had been inspired by Annie Hazarika’s Northeastern Spidey artwork in the wake of ATSV’s release, but never got the time to actually do it until now. I wanted to get a little interactive and made the poll so I could have people choose which of the different regions — North, Northeast, Central, East, West, South — to do first.

The outcome was not what I expected. As you can see, out of 83 votes:

THE RESULTS

South India takes up almost half of all votes (44.6%), followed by Northeast and Central (both 14.5%) and then East (13.3%). In all my life growing up, support towards or even just the awareness of South India was pretty low. Despite this being a very contained poll, why would nearly half of all voters pick South India in favour of other popular choices like Central or North India?

Then I thought about the layout of the poll: Title, Options, Context.

Title: "Tell us who you want to see…"

Options: North, Northeast, Central, East, West, South

Context: I want to make art of the boy again

At first I thought: ah geez. this is my fault. I didn't make the poll clear enough. do they think I want them to figure out where Pavitr came from? That's not what I wanted, maybe I should have added the context before the options.

Then I thought: ah geez. is it my fault for people not reading the entire damn thing before clicking a button? That's pretty stupid.

But regardless, the thought did prompt a line of thinking I know many of us desi folk have been considering since Spider-Man India was first conceived — or, at least, since the announcement that he was going to appear in ATSV. Hell, even I thought of it:

Where did Spider-Man India come from?

FROM A CULTURALLY DIVERSE INDIA

As we know, India is so culturally diverse, and no doubt ATSV creators had to take that into account. Because the ORIGINAL Spider-Man India came from Mumbai — most likely because Mumbai and Manhattan both started with the same letter.

But going beyond that, it’s also because Mumbai is one of the most recognisable cities in India - it’s also known as Bombay. It’s where Bollywood films are shot. It’s where superstar Hindi actors and actresses show up. Mumbai is synonymous with India in that regard, because the easiest way Western countries can interact with Indian culture is through BOLLYWOOD, through HINDI FILMS, through MUMBAI. Suddenly, India is Mumbai, India is a Hindi-only country, India is just this isolated thing we see through an infinitely narrow lens.

We’ve gotten a little better in recent years, but boy I will tell you how uncomfortable I’ve gotten when people (yes, even desi people) come up to me and tell me, Oh, you’re Indian right? Can you speak Hindi? Why don’t you speak Hindi? You’re not Indian if you don’t speak Hindi, that’s India’s national language!

I have been — still am — so afraid of telling people that I don’t speak Hindi, that I’m Tamil, that I don’t care that Hindi is India’s “national” language (it’s an administrative language, Kavin, get your fucking facts right). It’s weird, it’s isolating, and it has made me feel like I wasn’t “Indian” enough to be accepted into the group of “Indian” people.

So I am thankful that ATSV went out of their way to integrate as much variety of Indian culture into the Mumbattan sequence. Maybe that way, the younger generation of desi folk won’t feel so isolated, and that younger Western people will be more open to learning about all these cultural differences within such a vast country.

BUT WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH SPIDER-MAN INDIA?

Everything, actually. There’s a thing called supremacy. You might have heard of it. We all engaged with it at some point, and if you are Indian, no matter where you live, it is inescapable.

It happens the moment you are born — who your family is, where you are born, the language you speak, the colour of your skin; these will be bound to you for life, and it is nigh impossible to break down the stereotypes associated with them.

Certain ethnic groups will be more favourable than others (Centrals, and thus their cultures, will always be favoured over than Souths, as an example) and the same can be said for social groups (Brahmins are more likely to secure influential roles in politics or other areas like priesthood, while the lowers castes, especially Dalits, aren’t even given the decency of respect). Don’t even get me started on colourism, where obviously those of fairer skin will win the lottery while those of darker skin aren’t given the time of day. It’s even worse when morality ties into it — “lighter skinned Indians, like Brahmins, embody good qualities like justice and wisdom”, “dark skinned Indians are cunning and poor, they are untrustworthy”. It’s fucking nuts.

This means, of course, you have a billion people trying to make themselves heard in a system that tries to crush everyone who is not privileged. It only makes sense that people want to elevate themselves and break free from a society that refuses to acknowledge them. These frustrations manifest outwardly, like in protests, but other times — most times — it goes unheard, quietly shaping your way of life, your way of thinking. It becomes a fundamental part of you, and it can go unacknowledged for generations.

So when you have a character like Pavitr Prabhakar enter the scene, people immediately latch onto him and start asking questions many Western audiences don’t even consider. Who is he? What food does he eat? What does he do on Fridays? What’s his family like, his community? All these questions pop up, because, amidst all this turmoil going on in the background, you want a mainstream popular character to be like you, who knows your way of life so intimately, that he may as well be a part of your community.

BUT THAT'S THE THING — HE'S FICTIONAL

I am guilty of this. In fact, I’ve flaunted in numerous posts how I think he’s the perfect Tamil boy, how he dances bharatanatyam, how he does all these Tamil things that no one will understand except myself. All these niche things that only I, and maybe a few others, will understand.

I’ve seen other people do it, too. I’ve seen people geek out over his dark brown skin, his kalari dhoti, how he fights so effortlessly in the kalaripayattu martial arts style. I’ve seen people write him as Malayali, as Hindi, as every kind of Indian person imaginable.

I’ve also seen him be written where he’s subjected to typical Indian and broader Asian stereotypes. You know the ones I’m so fond of calling out. The thing is, I’ve seen so much of Pavitr being presented in so many different ways, and I worry how the rest of the desi folk will take it. 

You finally have a character who could be you, but now he’s someone else’s plaything. Your entire life is shaped by what you can and can’t do simply because you were born to an Indian family, and here’s the one person who could represent you now at the mercy of someone else’s whims. He’s off living a life that is so distant from yours, you can hardly recognise him.

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it does, yeah? But, again, you’re looking at it from that infinitely narrow lens Westerners use to look at India from Bollywood.

AND PAVITR PRABHAKAR DOESN'T LIVE IN INDIA

He lives in Mumbattan. He lives in a made-up, fictional world that doesn’t follow the way of life of our world. He lives in a city where Mumbai and Manhattan got fucking squashed together. There are so many memes about colonialism right there. Mumbattan isn’t real! Spider-Man India isn’t real!! He’s just a dude!! The logic of our world doesn’t apply to him!!!

“But his surname originates from ______” okay but does that matter?

“But he’s wearing a kalari dhoti so surely he’s ______” okay but does that matter?

“But his skin colour is darker so he must be ______” okay but does that matter?

“But he lives in Mumbai so he must be ______” okay but does that matter?

I sound insensitive and brash and annoying and it looks like I’m yapping just for the sake of riling you up, so direct that little burst of anger you got there at me, and keep reading.

Listen. I’m going to ask you a question that I’ve asked myself a million times over. I want you to answer honestly. I want you to ask this question to yourself and answer honestly:

Are you trying to convince me on who Pavitr Prabhakar should be?

... but why shouldn't i?

I’ll tell you this again — I did the same thing. You’re not at fault for this, but I want you to just...have a little think over. Just a little moment of self-reflection, to think about why you are so intent on boxing this guy.

It took me a while to reorganise my thinking and how to best approach a character like Pavitr, so I will give you all the time you need as well as a little springboard to focus your thoughts on.

SPIDER-MAN (INDIA) IS JUST A MASK

“What I like about the costume is that anybody reading Spider-Man in any part of the world can imagine that they themselves are under the costume. And that’s a good thing.”

Stan Lee said that. Remember how he was so intent on making sure that everybody got the idea that Spider-Man as an entity is fundamentally broken without Peter Parker there to put on the suit and save the day? That ultimately it was the person beneath the mask, no matter who they were, that mattered most?

Spider-Man India is no less different. You can argue with me that Peter Parker!Spidey is supposed to represent working class struggles in the face of leering corporate entities who endanger the regular folk like us, and so Pavitr Prabhakar should also function the same way. Pavitr should also be a working class guy of this specific social standing fighting people of this other social standing.

But that takes away the authenticity of Spider-Man India. Looking at him through the Peter Parker lens forces you to look at him through the Western lens, and it significantly lessens what you can do with the character — suddenly, it’s a fight to be heard, to be seen, to be recognised. It’s yelling over each other that Pavitr Prabhakar is this ethnicity, is that caste, this or that, this or that, this or that.

There’s a reason why he’s called Spider-Man India, infuriatingly vague as it is. And that’s the point — the vagueness of his identity fulfils Lee’s purpose for a character that could theoretically be embodied by anyone. If he had been called “Spider-Man Mumbai”, you cut out a majority of the population (and in capitalist terms, you cut out a good chunk of the market).

And in the case of Spider-Man India? Whew — you’ve got about a billion people imagining a billion different versions of him.

Whoever you are, whatever you see in Pavitr, that is what is personal to you, and there is nothing wrong with that, and I will not fault you for it. I will not fault you for saying Pavitr is from Central due to the origins of his last name. I also will not fault you for saying Pavitr is from South due to him practising kalaripayattu. I also will not fault you for saying he is not Hindu. I also will not fault you for saying he is a particular ethnicity without any proof.

What I will fault you for is trying to convince me and the others around you that Pavitr Prabhakar should be this particular ethnicity/have this cultural background because of some specific reason. I literally don’t care and it is fundamentally going against his character, going against the “anyone can wear the mask” sentiment of Spider-Man. By doing this, you are strengthening the walls that first divided us. You’re feeding the stratification and segmentation of our cultures — something that is actually not present in the fictional world of Mumbattan.

Like I said before: Mumbattan isn’t real, so the divides between ethnicities and cultural backgrounds are practically nonexistent. The best thing is that it is visually there for all to see. My favourite piece of evidence is this:

It’s a marquee for a cinema in the Mumbattan sequence, in the “Quick tour: this is where the traffic is” section. It has four titles; the first two are written in Hindi. The third title is written in Bengali*, and the fourth title is written in Tamil. You go to Mumbai and you won’t see a single shred of Bengali nor Tamil there, much less any other language that's not common in Maharashtra (Western India). Seeing this for the first time, you know what went through my head?

Wow, the numerous cultures of India are so intermingled here in Mumbattan! Everyone and everything is welcome!

I was happy, not just because of Tamil representation, but because of the fact that the plethora of Indian cultures are showcased coexisting in such a short sequence. This is India embracing all the little parts that make up its grander identity. This scene literally opened my eyes seeing such beauty in all the diverse cultures thriving together. In a place where language and cultural backgrounds blend so easily, each one complementing one another.

It is so easy to believe that, from this colourful palette of a setting, Pavitr Prabhakar truly is Spider-Man India, no matter where he comes from.

It’s easy to believe that Pavitr can come from any part of India, and I won’t call you out if the origin you have for him is different from the origin I have. You don’t need to stake out territory and stand your ground — you’re entitled to that opinion, and I respect it. In fact, I encourage it!!!

Because there’s only so much you can show in a ten minute segment of a film about a country that has such a vast history and even greater number of cultures. I want to see all of it — I want him to be a Malayali boy, a Hindi boy, a Bengali boy, a Telugu boy, an Urdu boy, whatever!! I want you to write him or draw him immersed in your culture, so that I can see the beauty of your background, the wonderful little things that make your culture unique and different from mine!

And, as many friends have said, it’s so common for Indian folks to be migrating around within our own country. A person with a Maharashtrian surname might end up living in Punjab, and no one really minds that. I’m actually from Karnataka, my family speaks Kannada, but somewhere down the line my ancestors moved to Tamil Nadu and settled down and lived very fulfilling lives. So I don’t actually have the “pure Tamil” upbringing, contrary to popular belief; I’ve gotten a mix of both Kannada and Tamil lifestyles, and it’s made my life that much richer. 

So it’s common for people to “not” look like their surname, if that’s what you’re really afraid about. In fact, it just adds to that layer of nuance, that even despite these rigid identities between ethnicities we as Indian people still intermingle with one another, bringing slivers of our cultures to share with others. Pavitr could just as well have been born in one state and moved around the country, and he happens to live in Mumbattan now. It’s entirely possible and there’s nothing to disprove that.

We don’t need to clamber over one another declaring that only one ethnicity is the “right” ethnicity, because, again, you will be looking at Pavitr and the rest of India in that narrow Western lens — a country with such rich cultural variety reduced to a homogenous restrictive way of life.

THE POLL: REINTERPRETED

This whole thing started because I was wondering why my little poll was so skewed — I thought people assumed I was asking them where he came from, then paired his physical appearance with the most logical options available. I thought it was my fault, that I had somehow influenced this outcome without knowing.

Truth is, I will never really know. But I will be thankful for it, because it gave me the opportunity to finally broach this topic, something that many of us desi folk are hesitant to talk about. I hope you have learned something from this, whether you are desi or a casual Spider-Man fan or someone who just so happened to stumble upon this. 

So just…be a little more open. Recognise that India, like many many countries and nations, is made up of a plethora of smaller cultures. And remember, if you’re trying to convince Pavitr that he’s a particular ethnicity, he’s going to wave his hand at you and say, “Ha, me? No, I’m one of the people that live here in the best Indian city! I’m Spider-Man India, dost!”

(Regardless, he still considers you a friend, because to him, the people matter more to him than you trying to box him into something he’s not.)

*Note: thank you dear anon for letting me know that the third title was Bengali, twas my mistake for literally completely forgetting

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