#anyway most of the women to men songs are all about break ups where there's more emotion and power in the voices

[minakoaiinos]

Not listening to her album because I can't bear hearing one song about liking a man 🙏

[airs-headspace]

The most difficult thing for me right now is trying to find songs from Abiteth's perspective toward any of her boys... mostly because I want them to also be songs that I'll enjoy listening to, and I'm extremely picky about my music 🥲🥲

It's just so annoying LMAO I'M NOT LOOKING FOR HELP BTW I just wanted to ramble about it for a second HAHAHA to see if rambling about it helps me figure out what I'm actually LOOKING for....

[kira-dofc]

Bodyguard! Gojo x K-pop Idol Male reader

Part 1

Part 2

Notes: Sorry I was inactive for so long 😔 the Kuroo x male reader is killing me idk what to write so I js thought to myself what if I'd just made one for Gojo? Well anyways yes there's going to be a part 2 of this and yes I'm working on Kuroo 💖

Word count: 2400

Warnings: none 💖

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Oh, to live a life like yours. You’re successful beyond measure, with a voice that can mesmerize, moves that can captivate, and a bank account that reflects your hard-earned fortune. But more than all of this, you are stunningly attractive. Fans fall to their knees at the mere sight of you, screaming your name with fervent adoration. Every world tour you embark on with your group sees you receiving the loudest chants, the most impassioned cries. You are undeniably the favorite, the center of attention in every sense.

Your popularity knows no bounds, transcending borders and cultures. Men and women alike would go to extraordinary lengths just to catch a glimpse of your perfect figure. Who wouldn’t? Perfection seems to be synonymous with your name. Every time your group makes a comeback, it is you who shines the brightest. The camera adores you, the spotlight gravitates towards you, and almost all of the lines in your songs seem to be crafted just for your voice. You are, without a doubt, the nucleus of your group’s immense success.

The world is in awe of you. Fanboys and fangirls from every corner of the globe idolize you, dream about you, and dedicate their lives to following your every move. Yet, amidst this whirlwind of fame and admiration, one thing perplexes everyone. Why, with all your perfection, are you still single? Any idol would be ecstatic to be with you, regardless of gender. Your charm knows no boundaries, and your appeal is universal. It’s a mystery that keeps fans up at night, fantasizing about the possibility of one day being the one to capture your heart.

Speculation runs rampant. Fans weave intricate fantasies where they imagine themselves by your side, filling the role of your perfect partner. Despite their daydreams, no one can figure out why you remain unattached. It's a paradox that adds to your allure, making you even more enigmatic and desirable. They imagine a million scenarios, all the while hoping that perhaps, just perhaps, they might be the one to break your spell of solitude.

But what the world doesn't know, what they couldn't possibly fathom, is that you've been in a relationship for almost two months now. The very day your group made its most recent comeback, you found yourself entangled in a romance that has brought a new kind of light into your life. The secrecy surrounding your relationship only adds to its intensity. It’s a connection built on mutual understanding, shared dreams, and a love that transcends the superficial adoration you receive from the masses.

The reveal of your significant other will be nothing short of earth-shattering for your fans. They’ve spent countless hours speculating about who could possibly be worthy of your affections. When the truth comes out, it will send shockwaves through your fanbase. The person you've chosen isn't just any idol; they are someone who matches your perfection, complements your strengths, and fills your heart in a way that no one else could.

In the end, the world will see that behind your flawless exterior, behind the spotlight and the chants, there is a person capable of deep, profound love. Your fans will be surprised, yes, but they will also come to understand that even someone as perfect as you deserves to experience the joy and intimacy of a genuine relationship. And as they daydream about marrying you, they'll have to come to terms with the fact that your heart already belongs to someone extraordinary.

-

4:00 a.m. The plane touched down, marking the penultimate stop of your extensive world tour. Just one more show remained before you could finally indulge in a well-deserved rest. You gathered your handheld bag, stepping off the aircraft with a sense of weariness and anticipation.

As you approached the "Arrivals" section of the quiet airport, you noticed the stark contrast between the calm you expected and the frenzy that awaited you. Despite the ungodly hour, paparazzi had gathered in droves, their cameras flashing incessantly, almost blinding you with their intensity. The cries of “Y/N! Over here! Y/N! Y/N!” pierced the early morning silence, mingling with the shouts of enthusiastic fans who seemed undeterred by the time.

You sighed, mustering a smile for the cameras. It was an experience you had grown accustomed to, yet it never ceased to astonish you how dedicated your fans were, even at such an hour. As you continued to navigate through the cacophony of lights and voices, your mind drifted to the comfort of the hotel room awaiting you.

Suddenly, the chaotic crowd shifted, and out of nowhere, a fan broke through, sprinting towards you with an intensity that caught you off guard. Your heart raced, but before you could react, your personal bodyguard, Gojo, intervened. He stepped in front of the fan with a menacing presence, his cold stare stopping them in their tracks. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said, his voice low and threatening.

The fan recoiled, visibly shaken by Gojo’s imposing figure, and quickly retreated back into the crowd. Gojo turned to you, concern etched on his face. "You okay, sir?" he asked, his voice softening as he etched a reassuring smile.

"Y-yes, thank you!" you stammered, bowing slightly as you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. You were grateful for his protection, though his proximity always seemed to make your heart flutter in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

A van soon arrived to transport you and your group to the hotel. The bodyguards formed a protective circle around you all, ensuring your safe passage into the vehicle. The drive was mercifully short, a brief 30-minute journey that allowed you a moment of respite from the relentless pace of your tour.

Upon reaching the hotel, the sense of exhaustion weighed heavily upon you. The events of the day had drained you more than usual, and all you could think about was the comfort of a bed. The receptionist greeted you with a polite smile, handing over the keycard to your personal room.

You thanked them and made your way to the elevator, your body moving on autopilot. The elevator doors closed, and you leaned against the wall, letting out a deep breath. The journey to your designated floor felt like an eternity, each second dragging as your mind wandered to thoughts of sleep.

Finally, the doors opened, and you stepped out, navigating the corridor to your room. You swiped the keycard, the door unlocking with a soft click. As you entered, you took in the serene ambiance of the room, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. The bed looked inviting, and you could almost feel the soft sheets against your skin.

You set your bag down and took a moment to appreciate the solitude. The tour had been exhilarating, but it had also taken its toll. As you prepared for bed, your thoughts drifted to Gojo’s protective presence and the fleeting moment of connection you felt with him. It was a small comfort amidst the whirlwind of your life, a reminder that even in the chaos, there were moments of genuine human connection.

Finally, you slipped under the covers, letting the exhaustion wash over you. The last thought before you succumbed to sleep was of the final show tomorrow and the promise of rest that lay just beyond it. The world outside could wait; for now, you were content to let the quiet embrace of sleep take you away.

'

You woke up with a sudden woozy feeling, your eyes reluctantly opening to the glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. "3:00 p.m.," you groaned, checking your phone for the time. You stretched, blinked, and smacked your lips as you stared at the blank wall in front of you, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.

"Woof woof!" Your dog, Cherry, whom you managed to bring along despite the hectic schedule of your world tour, barked enthusiastically at you. He wagged his tail back and forth, jumping onto your lap with a joyful energy that brought a smile to your face. You patted his head, feeling the softness of his fur beneath your fingers. "Good morning, Cherry," you murmured, though it was well past noon. "Let's go. I'm so hungry..." You squeezed his cheeks affectionately before getting up and heading out of your room.

Before thinking about food, you decided to freshen up with a shower. Grabbing a towel from the neatly arranged drawer, you made your way to the bathroom. The hot water cascading down your body felt rejuvenating, washing away the exhaustion from your travels and performances. You stood there for a while, letting the steam envelop you, a rare moment of peace in your otherwise hectic life.

Once you were done, you dried off and rummaged through your luggage, looking for something comfortable to wear. Settling on a plain shirt and a pair of black jogging pants, you felt a sense of relief. The casual attire was a stark contrast to the elaborate costumes you wore on stage, and it felt good to just be yourself for a while.

With two days until your next concert, you decided to take it easy and rest. You picked up your phone and thought about how to pass the time. An idea struck you—why not do a livestream on Instagram? It had been a while since you connected with your fans in such a direct way, and it seemed like a good way to unwind.

Setting up the livestream, you watched as the viewer count quickly climbed, reaching 15,000 and still rising. "How's your day?" you read aloud from one of the comments. "Nothing much really, I'm just soooo tired," you chuckled, scrolling through more questions. The familiar 'will you marry me Y/N' and 'are you dating anyone' questions popped up, causing you to smile wryly. It was flattering, but also a bit overwhelming.

"Y/N, what do you think of Kim Chaewon?" another question asked. You raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "Hmm, she's nice, I guess. Also, if this is one of your guys' traps, I'm not falling for those anymore." You stared into the camera, your fans admiring you through their screens.

As you continued to interact with your fans, you suddenly heard the sound of your door opening. A wave of panic washed over you. Had someone broken in? How could they have gotten past security? You had sworn you locked the door. Your mind raced with possibilities.

The door opened wider, and you saw a white-haired man kneeling, putting his shoes away. "Babeeee, what do you want to eat? Do you want to get it delivered, or do you wanna go out?" His voice was casual, but it sent a shock through you. You gasped, trying to quickly turn off the livestream, but it was too late.

The comments exploded in a frenzy:

"BABE?????"

"WHO IS THAT 😭😭"

"HE'S DATING SOMEONE!?!?!?!?"

"IT SOUNDS LIKE A GUY"

"OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG"

"WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT BABE MEAN???"

You panicked, letting out a little squeal as you finally managed to turn off the livestream and shut your phone. "GOJO!" you screamed, your heart pounding in your chest.

"What?" he replied, looking at you with a mix of confusion and amusement.

-

"What do I do? What do I do? What do I do..." You paced back and forth, muttering the same words over and over, your mind racing. Gojo watched you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You know, it's not half as bad," he said finally. "People will know that you're my property from now on."

"Still! I never wanted them to find out this way..." you sighed, collapsing onto the couch beside him. The weight of the situation settled over you, a mix of anxiety and resignation.

"It'll be okay. No matter what, I'm always with you." He reached out, touching your chin gently before pulling you into a hug. You hugged him back tightly, the comfort of his embrace grounding you.

"Thanks..." you whispered, feeling a sense of calm wash over you despite the chaos that had just erupted.

After a moment, you pulled back, determination in your eyes. "I need to do this right," you said. "I'll post a confession about us dating. It's better than letting rumors spiral out of control."

Gojo nodded, his expression serious. "Whatever you decide, I'm here for you."

Taking a deep breath, you picked up your phone, opening your Instagram app once more. You composed a heartfelt post, explaining how you had been dating your bodyguard, Gojo, for a while and how much he meant to you. You acknowledged that the livestream slip-up wasn't how you wanted to reveal your relationship, but you hoped your fans would understand and support you.

As you hit 'post', a sense of relief washed over you. It was out there now, and there was no turning back. You and Gojo sat together, waiting for the inevitable reactions. Notifications started flooding in almost immediately, a mix of shock, support, and a few inevitable negative comments. But overall, the response was more positive than you had expected.

Your fans, though surprised, expressed their happiness for you, many of them emphasizing their continued support no matter what. It was a heartwarming realization that even in your highly publicized life, there were people who genuinely cared about your happiness.

You turned to Gojo, a smile playing on your lips. "Looks like we're officially out in the open now," you said.

He grinned back, squeezing your hand. "About time," he replied. "Now, about that food—I'm starving."

You laughed, the tension easing from your shoulders. "Let's get something delivered. I think we've had enough excitement for one day."

As you placed the order, you felt a sense of peace. The world knew about your relationship, and while it wasn't how you planned, it felt good to no longer hide. With Gojo by your side, you knew you could face whatever challenges came your way. And with a concert in two days, you had plenty to focus on. But for now, you were content to enjoy a quiet evening together, knowing that no matter what, you had each other.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Lights Go Out I Wake Up

König is my sweet little baby and I love him dearly. Enjoy some more Phantom of the Opera!König as he watches reader. He's a bit creepy, but he's also my little creepy baby. Also, this story has a very different interpretation of Carlotta. I thought it might be nice to have women supporting women this time. Or well, one woman being a support. Anna, who you have yet to meet, is not so nice at all.

Also, König learns he has competition! He's not too happy about that.

Anyways,

No Content Warnings

Wordcount: 2.4k

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Story below the cut

Lights Go Out I Wake Up

You looked up in the balconies of the opera house expectantly. You tried to see if he was there. Maybe, if you were lucky, you might see a flap of his cape or a glimpse of the crimson ribbons of his mask. You desperately searched but, as always, it was to no avail.

You turned back to the stage where the primadonna was on center stage. She flicked her long blond tresses over her shoulder as she reached out to the audience, serenading them with her warbling soprano voice. You were drawn into the siren’s song, listening to each staccato note followed by a sweeping drop, each rise and fall of her tone as she sang out the tune to The Magic Flute. She attacked, she defended, she swooped and she swelled with the song as she traversed across the stage.

You smiled softly. You would never be like Carlotta, not in a thousand years. She was leagues above anyone in the house, hands down. Men traveled halfway across the world to bear witness to her voice and her visage. By the final notes of the song, the stage had been outlined with a row of roses, each bouquet from a different suitor fighting for her hand. Carlotta’s voice masterfully lulled each one of them into an enchanted hypnotic state. You followed her movements, trying your best to memorize each and every single flick of her fingers or swoop of her wine red dress as she sang out to the crowds. In that moment, Carlotta had placed the dagger in your hands and sang to you of rage, hatred, scorn. You, Pamina, watched as your mother told you her plans and urged you to slay the sorcerer. You watched her, her passion and beauty overwhelming as she came to a crescendo of the song, the make-or-break of the piece, the part that broke many a singer’s voice before.

Carlotta’s face was clear and relaxed as she hit the high notes, a beautiful crystal clear attack, receding briefly only to sharply hit it again and again before swaying onwards. One of the most brilliantly technical pieces of opera written for a soprano, and yet Carlotta seemed to be floating as she swept across the stage. She was above it all as she magically twisted the song to her delight.

As always, you were floored.

Carlotta was the greatest opera singer to ever come from the British Isles. At least, that was your opinion. The true beauty of Carlotta though was not her voice, nor was it her impeccable diamond-cut beauty. The beauty of Carlotta was her loving eye. She looked into the crowd and you could see her love for them in every smile she gave them. She was the queen of the stage and you would never dare to steal her title. As always, she looked at home here, presented for thousands to admire. She was the songbird of the Vienna State Opera, but this building was her cage.

When she had finished, she left the stage with tears in her eyes. You immediately took her in her arms and hushed her.

“I don’t want it to be over,” she sniffed as she held you tight.

“We’ll still keep in touch,” you assorted her.

“We both know it’s not the same,” she held you tightly, then released you back to the darkness of the workshop.

“We can message each other online,” you tried to explain but she wasn’t having it.

“I won’t be able to teach you anymore,” she bemoaned, “and then you won’t have anyone to help you with Anna.”

“I don’t need help with Anna,” you huffed.

Carlotta gave you a look, “Darling, we both know that’s a lie.”

You frowned, but followed her back to the dressing rooms. You flipped on a single light, keeping the room only barely lit enough to be able to see yourself in the mirror. Meanwhile, Carlotta sat at her vanity and flicked on the lights to get a better look at her own beauty. You watched her slowly wipe off the theater makeup while she sat at her vanity. She drummed her fingers on her cheeks in a light massage as she cooled down from the performance.

“So, do you know what you’ll do when you get home?” you leaned on the wall beside the vanity.

“Go to my parents probably,” Carlotta said as she put a dab of skin lotion on her fingers, “they’ve missed me. I’ve missed this little cafe in London that makes the best butter tarts. I hope they’re still open…”

“If they make the best butter tarts, why wouldn’t they be?” you asked.

“Everything goes too fast in London. One day you see a new hat shop, the next day it’s a tourist trap. There’s never a dry day in London!” Carlotta gave you a quick grin before dabbing at her temples again, “and I miss it. Vienna is nice, but it’s not home.”

“I thought you said Madrid was your home,” you pointed out.

“I was born in Madrid but I was raised in London,” Carlotta explained, “I moved there when I was eight. I only visited Spain when going to see my family, but other than that I was at home in London.”

“You know, you’re the only english woman I’ve ever heard be nostalgic about London,” you mused, “everybody else calls it a tar pit.”

“Oh it’s a tar pit alright,” Carlotta laughed, “but it’s my tar pit.”

You smiled as she went through the rest of her routine, unwinding her hair from its high knot and gently sloughing the great billowing red dress to change into a sleek pair of leggings and a turtleneck. She tossed her blond hair over her shoulders, casting you a sad look as she watched you take off your own clothes.

“I don’t have much longer to teach you,” she sighed.

“Well, it’s not like I need the teaching,” you pointed out, “I’m not your protege. I’m just a backup singer.”

“But you have the voice for a lead,” Carlotta countered, “you have it! Oh stop laughing, I’m serious! You can do it! Anna can do it, but she’s not a natural. You are.”

“I can’t handle that much pressure,” you sighed.

“But you can!” Carlotta sighed, “I just… I wish I could take you home with me. I could train you, give you a position at the RBO, we could do it! You could be a star!”

You shook your head sadly, “I’m not a star though. I’m lucky I even got my parts here.”

Carlotta clenched her lily-white fists in her lap. Her big wide eyes narrowed into feline slits. She looked angry, frustrated, but most of all, disappointed as she whispered, “You don’t know what you’re throwing away, do you?”

“I just know that it's best if I stick to my own lanes,” you grumbled.

Carlotta’s eyes never left you as she pursed her cherry red lips. In the dim light, she looked like a perfect angel, much like the ones painted above. She clenched her hands together, then let them relax with a sigh.

“You’ll keep up your lessons with me?” she asked hopefully.

You nodded and sat on a nearby stool, “Of course. I love your lessons.”

Carlotta smiled thinly, “I love them too.”

You watched as she slipped her necklace back over her swan neck. The bright glint of ruby reminded you of the stage curtains she wrapped herself in. You couldn’t imagine Carlotta as anything other than a singer. She was born for the stage, after all. Her entire childhood had been preparing her for the opera house, following in the footsteps of her mother and her mother before her.

How you wished you could follow in her footsteps.

“I’m gonna miss you, you know,” you sighed.

“I’m going to miss my best student,” Carlotta gave you a somber smile.

“We’ll keep in touch, right?”

Carlotta flashed her award-winning smile, “I have all your socials; I’m not letting you get away from me that easily!”

You chuckled as you walked around the room, searching for a small brown box.

Carlotta got up to peek over your shoulder to admire the empty wrappers tucked under your shawl.

“Well,” she crowed, “looks like tubby got his treat after all!”

“Tubby?” you scoffed, “the phantom isn’t fat!”

“Well that’s what everybody else says,” Carlotta pointed out,” and if he’s eating candies and chocolates all day long then he’s bound to be… Well, you know… Tubby.”

“I’m telling you,” you rolled your eyes, “when I saw him he was skinny as a rake.”

“As a rake?” Carlotta raised a perfect eyebrow, “not a tractor mower?”

“No he’s skinny! Honestly, I should probably put out something a bit more substantial for him…” you muttered.

“Oh you’re going to go and make the phantom home cooked meals now, are you?” Carlotta smirked.

You huffed as a blush crossed your cheeks, “Well, maybe it would be nice.”

Carlotta hummed as she watched you go dispose of the wrappers. When you sat back down, Carlotta gave you a sagely nod.

“Well, if you get this phantom on a diet maybe he won’t be so afraid to show himself,” Carlotta shrugged, “who knows, maybe you could introduce us. You do seem to be his favorite.”

“Me?” you twittered awkwardly, “I don’t know about that…”

“Oh I know!” Carlotta laughed, “whenever you’re on stage the reviews are all five stars! I think the reason you’re being cast so often is that the managers are noticing how well we do when you’re on stage!”

You huffed, “You’re saying it’s not my skills as a performer drawing in the reviews?”

Carlotta bristled, “No I’m not saying that!” she relaxed as she took your hand in hers, “I’m saying that the phantom has a liking for you. I love you, but one particularly good background singer isn’t going to turn the tides of an entire production. You don’t ensure that lights magically keep working. Hell, one lead girl, Hannah I think but you’d have to check with her, her mic went out halfway through a performance. Not a single person noticed until they were doing audio checks after the performance! It was incredible!”

“Wait, you’re talking about the time we did Faust, right?” you asked.

“Yes that’s the one!” Carlotta grinned, “I’m telling you that something’s special about you when you’re on stage. Everybody else says you’re a lucky charm, but I think that a certain someone is watching over you.”

You looked away to try and hide your flushed face, “Well, maybe. But if he really liked me, wouldn’t he maybe introduce himself? I only saw him once…”

“I’m telling you,” Carlotta said primly, “he’s afraid you’ll think he’s fat! Either that or he’s an actual ghost, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

“I thought Henry was the ghost hunter around here?” you elbowed her lightly.

“What I said stays between us!” Carlotta warned you.

“Sure,” you smirked, “whatever you say.”

“You know, you should show more respect for your teacher,” Carlotta sniffed.

“I thought you were Anna’s teacher?” you pointed out.

Carlotta groaned and rubbed her temples irritably, “Well she’s no star either. If it weren’t part of my contract here I would’ve dropped her ages ago. She’s…”

“She’s something else,” you supplied.

“Oh she sure is…” Carlotta grumbled as she leaned her elbows onto the vanity, “at least I get one decent student out of this contract.”

You smiled, “I try to be.”

Carlotta turned to face you again with a ghost of a smile, “You are.”

You chatted easily in the dressing room, swapping stories of theater hijinks and arguing over the stature of the phantom of the opera late into the night. As you left for the night, you wondered once again if you had actually seen the phantom so long ago. Was it really true? Did you actually see the phantom, or was that just another performer? You suspected you’d never know for sure. You just hoped that you’d actually seen the whole event. You’d started to wonder if you were hallucinating the entire time.

You shut the door and locked it as you left.

Inside the room, König drifted from the corner of the dark room to your vanity. He heard voices coming from the alley behind him. Carefully, he used a nail he’d stolen earlier to tack a small letter to the corner of your mirror before ducking behind a panel in the wall. He noted that the gap was terribly small, far too small for a ‘tubby’ man to fit through. If that Carlotta wasn’t such a good teacher, well… König shook his head of the thoughts. As long as Carlotta was good to you, he’d be sure to watch over her too. His personal offense could wait another day if it meant ensuring you’d be safe in the opera house. He could be the ‘enormously fat rat’ as long as he could continue to watch your performances.

He hid behind the wall as the next group of singers swanned through the door. He listened to them titter about, laughing and giggling after such a successful showing. He heard a small gasp, and listened close.

“Look at that!” a girl said aloud.

“Look at what?” another asked.

“On the Songbird’s vanity! There’s a note!”

“Should we take a look?”

König bristled.

“No, no we shouldn’t. Let’s just ask her about it later.”

“Do you think it’s a lover?”

A scoff.

“I don’t think so. She’s not exactly a lovable sort.”

König rolled his eyes.

“Well, maybe. There’s that one guy who’s always asking about her.”

“Oh, that Makarov guy?”

That got König’s attention.

“Yeah, the russian guy. He’s always watching Songbird, you know? I’ve heard he only gets tickets when Songbird’ll be on stage.”

“You think he got backstage to pin a note for her?”

“Maybe, or he might’ve given it to a stagehand to do it for him. Either way, it’s so romantic!”

“Well, if it’s really Makarov behind that, Songbird’s got another thing coming for her.”

“You think so?”

“Oh I know so! Makarov… Well, he’s not a good man. Let’s just hope it’s anybody but Makarov.”

König glanced around in the dark. Makarov? Who was this Makarov? Why was he interested in his little Songbird?

He didn’t bother to hide his footsteps as he crawled away, too focussed on the new man to notice how the girls went silent as he left.

“Was that the phantom?” someone asked.

“Maybe. What’re your thoughts he wrote the letter?”

“A ghost writing a letter? Now I know you’re making things up.”

“Who knows, maybe he did. Can you imagine it? A phantom falling in love with our little Songbird?”

Someone hummed carefully, “Something tells me that’s not too far off the truth.”

König dump

Alternate Universes

[the-grimm-writer]

I shortened it down!!! Hopefully it’s still good.

Imagine Nanami, holding you pinned down, shoving your face into the pillow where your husband used to sleep while he gives you every orgasm that pathetic excuse for a man couldn’t. Tongue, fingers, cock; all valuable tools he uses with a deadly precision to drag out orgasm after orgasm from your tired, sweaty body. You shake as your thighs scream for a break, but he keeps your ass propped up for him to sample as he pleases. You whine and plead, but he won’t show you any mercy. He has years of your disappointing marriage to make up for, and he put so much work into bringing it to a final close, he deserves to enjoy it.

You don’t know that of course. You have no idea it was Nanami who set your ex up with those women. Who drugged him and filled his glass over and over again until he was blindly stumbling into the bed of another. You didn’t know the photos were from him, the screenshots of texts and evidence that your husband may have been involved in some more… scandalous acts as well. You don’t have any clue. All you see Nanami as is the perfect man who rescued you from that hell you called a marriage, stood by your side as you fought him in court, and even as a witness who testified to his unsavory crimes.

It was only a matter of time before you finally gave into what you really wanted, and when you finally stopped worrying about faithfulness to that dog of a man who didn’t think twice about betraying you, it was you who dragged Nanami to bed. Blushing and shy the entire way, fumbling words that maybe you read his actions wrong but you want him. You need him right now. Your attempt at seducing him was adorable, and Nanami let you suckle his cock and worship his body trying to “talk him into it” for a little longer than he planned simply to bask in your enthusiasm for him before dragging you into the bed by your hair and showing you exactly how much he wanted you too.

Nanami slowly became everything to you, just as addicted to him as he was to you. But even if you did find out maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Really, your ex was cheating on you anyway. He was just far too careful about it to ever get caught. All Nanami did was lead him to those women. He didn’t force him to fuck them all. That was all him.

A good man wouldn’t have fallen for it. Nanami wouldn’t have fallen for it.

And now finally… after all that work, you’re all his to breed and fuck and love like the perfect little wife you are.

I'm so sorry I'm late to this babe but I'm going feral over this sksskskksk

You know the song You Right by Doja Cat??? Fits this scenario to a T and I'm obsessed.

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Like Nanami just making you slowly obsessed with him as well because he "saved" you from your toxic ex. You'd still be stuck in that loveless marriage with a cheating bastard if it wasn't for him!

And he's so attentive unlike most men are, always making sure you cum first, making you feel wanted and loved and important.

Not to mention his aftercare, your sweaty body pressed against his as he pushed your hair out of the way and kissed the top of your head. Thanking you and telling you how good you were, how proud he is for taking him so well. Telling you how much he loves you as you nuzzle into him.

His clear devotion to you makes it so easy to ignore all the warnings and signs of his wrongdoings. So it's truly a win for you both. It's not like you being together hurts anyone. I mean, as long as they stay out of his way of course. <3

[susansluvpage]

The book I'm now working on, tell how you like it, read page 2 also

I Will Love You Anyway

Spent two times having sex with my favorite British singer, Thomas Roberts, whom I cared about , seeing him on a trip I took to England. We had known each other a while but we never had come together before this. I was young and acted a bit foolish at times. Hung around him a bit, but think I made him mad at me a few times. I was nervous around him at first and didn’t know how to talk with him. Back then when I saw him while he was on tour, played my music too loud in my room or opened my big mouth around him too much. Also didn’t know then he preferred his women in dresses. He sometimes was a bit of an old fashion English man. He was famous and well known singer/songwriter in a rock group. He was the lead singer. The group was a combination of American guys and him. 3 guys all together with their backup band. Thomas played the guitar and was lead singer. With a sweet British accent. Devilishly good looking with Chestnut color brown hair and big brown eyes. Had a baby face when he was younger but matured into pure handsomeness as he aged. He was 5’5” 130 lbs. Attracted women like crazy. Since he was highly sexual and wanted as much sex as he could get, he didn’t mind having different women at his beckoned call. Sometimes 2 a day or two together. This was the early 70s’ when his group hit the airwaves and became famous numerous number one songs and platinum selling albums. He became a teen idol along with the two other guys in his group. He was 21 years old then. Mark and George were handsome young men also. Mark played, lead guitar and piano. George played drums and guitar also. They both sang also on the albums but Thomas was lead and the most popular with their fans. There fame went down a bit after they broke up for a while over differences. Now they were playing nightclubs instead of stadiums. Thomas and Mark got the acting bug too and would play in musicals and do television guest appearances as well. Thomas married secretly in 71 and had two daughters. But with him being on the road and not being faithful it didn’t last very long. They just married too young. By 77 he was divorced. He still loved her but couldn’t make their relationship work. He was heartbroken when she asked for a divorce. He closed off his heart then. Drinking and womanising like crazy. Little did many people know he was also struggling with being bipolar and depression. It was showing more as he aged. He also unbeknownst to him had an allergic reaction to beer, something in beer made him act violently and then not remember what he did the next morning.

Thomas is now 28 years old in 1977. Touring with Mark and a backup band. Working as an executive secretary for a law firm Alene was a 21-year-old. 5’2” 113 lbs, 30 DD bust small waist and hips. Long blonde straight hair and big expressive blue eyes. A female receptionist returned from lunch break and told everyone that she seen Thomas, Mark and their band members unloading their bags at the hotel down the street. Found out they were playing at the theater tomorrow. Alene had been a fan of Thomas since his first album came out in 68. I would love to meet him she thought. So, after work she headed for the hotel. She was in no hurry to go home as she was divorcing her husband of 15 months because he was cheating on her. Went over to the hotel, sat in the bar area where people could see the hotel elevators. Then Thomas got off one with his band mates. She got up and went over to him, introduced herself to him. His eyes lite up with interest. He invited her to sit down with them for a drink at the bar. He was so handsome, and her heart palpitated. She became nervous, didn’t know really what to talk to him about. She escaped to the bathroom to try and calm her nerves down. That didn’t work so she had a drink, or two. She doesn’t drink and it went straight to her head. She didn’t understand what she was doing wrong but his interest was waning. Found out later her going into the bathroom too much made him lose interest. That spark of interest was enough to keep her going. She knew he could have any woman he wanted but I thought why not me. She was very much turned on by him. Yes, at first, she just wanted to go to bed with him. She lost herself confidence a bit because of her husband cheating on her. He married her for all the wrong reasons, staying in this country was the main reason. He was from Israel. She found out shortly after they married and heard him talking on the phone to his cousin that he only married her for that reason. She was hurt but did try to make it work. Thomas rejecting her didn’t help her confidence either. Now she decided to try again and kept up with Thomas’s tour schedule. She had a vacation coming up in a couple of months. She had also been in an accident a year ago and had been injured. She was due for some settlement money for that. As they said their goodbyes, Thomas thanked her for having a drink with him and left Alene with a lingering sense of hope and possibility. Though she didn't know what the future held, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something special was brewing between them.

Noticed that Thomas and Mark were hitting smaller town nightclubs. One in Maine they would be there for 5 nights. She found out what motel they were staying at and booked a room there. She remembered that small spark of interest. As he was going to his room he seen her and remembered her. Again she was nervous at first. Then somehow she started feeling a connection with him. She had always been sensitive to some people but with him her connection became stronger. She connected with his stronger feelings and emotions. Now she felt a bond to him. She knew he was concerned about money and his career, he was also sexually frustrated. He was not getting as much sex on the road as he would like to have. She started see him differently and started caring about him. She really didn’t know how to handle such a strong bond with a man like him. I just wish I knew more about what he was attracted to in a woman. One minute his eyes would sparkle with interest then he would walk away. Confuse the heck out of me. She was a bit shy so she was not fourth coming with him either. Wish she had been. Then she not meaning to acted like an idiot. Playing music to loud and taking too many pictures. Was wearing jeans and T-shirt, didn’t know at that time he liked women in dresses. She went him disappointed again. But her connection made her develop feelings for him, she cared about him and didn’t want to give up on him yet. Little did she realize that people around him were protecting him and his secret. When Thomas drank too much especially beer, he became violent sometimes crazy violent. He been known to strike out at people, Or do crazy things when drunk. Didn’t remember anything the next day. There was only one or two people in his group that could control him when he was violent. Mark was one of them. Most of the band mates knew to stay away from him when he had been drinking. There was a story told that a fan was giving him head when she bit his penis accidentally drawing blood. He went off on her hitting her, luckily one of his bandmates got her away from him. Then he screamed and bitched all night about it to everyone. Didn’t remember a thing the next morning. Didn’t always take someone to do something to him for him to go off on them either. Thomas was hurting on the inside badly and had closed his heart to those who really cared about him. He would not let anyone close enough to help him.

Stupid me felt this bond with him. Can’t understand why. Don’t know why I kept putting myself through this rejection. It wasn’t all about sex anymore. Sure I wanted that too but I wanted now to please him also in my special way. I had a secret gift I wanted to give him. I had not given that gift yet again except for the man who taught it to me. I wanted only a special man to have my gift of ecstasy. I went to see him again. This time he was in this city for a whole week. Mark and him were in a musical. Their performance was fantastic. I enjoyed seeing them change things up a bit. They were getting to show their talent off as actors as well. Thomas and I became friendly with each other but not close. He just wouldn’t let me get close to him. I’m wondering now if he somehow sensed my empathy connection to him. I knew financially, he was having problems. He had children to support. He didn’t have much left for himself. I never made demands on him. Maybe should have. He now was using me as a gopher. I should have at least told him to buy me dinner once in a while. Noticed he would have a drink or two but didn’t get drunk, so I had not seen that violent side of him yet. Think Mark would not tolerate his behavior and threaten to separate from him if he kept it up. Thomas was watching himself, so I didn’t even sense it when I was around him. I did sense unhappiness and depression.. just made me want to help him more. He became very good at using women around him for free, both in and out of bed. When he wasn’t touring he would live with one woman, be screwing around on her. Then jump to another woman living on her for a while. He had a girl for every port. Depending on where he was. Sometimes he would spend a little money on them but they were working and putting a roof over his head. He also had devoted fans who felt he could do no wrong. Guess I was one of them. Rose color glasses and all. But my empathy was telling me another story. I knew something was not quite right. Us women think we can change a man, especially by giving him love. But if he doesn’t love you back and wants to change it will not work. Could not figure out what he was looking for then. Will take a lot to open up that heart again if ever.

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

Ok now I'm thinking about the phenomenon of the boy band. Because boy bands are bands made up of boys, right. But there's other qualifications. I think the best definition for a boyband is a band made up of boys or men in their late teens-early 20s who appeal sexually to an audience of largely teenaged girls and build their career off fostering that parasocial relationship. Take One Direction for example. Their fans don't just like their music, their fans have posters in their room of the guys and they've picked the one they want to fuck the most to draw sharpie hearts around. A boyband is a band you see in a magazine for 13 year old girls with a quiz called "which member of [insert boyband] would date you?"

And that's not to say that there aren't other fans of these bands, the Beatles were the original boyband and they had loads of straight male fans at every moment in their career, but the core of their fan base when they stepped out was young women who were finally able to express having sexual desires for the first time without being diagnosed with hysteria.

The point of these bands is not to make music the point is to be yummy and available and to write love songs that are heteronormative but don't have a ton of off-putting misogyny in them

which is why black veil brides, one of 2 emo bands that doesn't do the mean girl break up with me what a bitch bit in a genre where all but three of the bands are entirely male but half the fans are girls with blue hair and mustache tattoos on their fingers, and which is entirely comprised of guys who can get it (I would guess that is directly related to them not relying on "bitch ex girlfriend I'm gonna KMS" and ALSO why they have a couple of solid love songs, it's not their main thing but they have them), is the closest thing emo has to a boyband. It used to be My Chemical Romance, but Gerard Way has come out as not a man and therefore they have been disqualified on the basis of not being a band full of boys.

Anyway, who said that? I think another unspoken qualification is that they be a commercially successful pop group because those are the only ones that ever get called boy bands in a non derogatory fashion rip to me immediately contradicting my little aside.

[mistressoftheelderitchwhorehouse]

Until I Spill My Guts Part 1

Summary: By day you worked at an English school in Yokohama, and by night you worked as a waitress at a hole in the wall strip club. It wasn’t ideal, and you always worried a student would see you, but it paid the bills. Everything was fine until two young men tripped into the club one day asking you to betray your boss, and turn your world upside down...

Now it's sink or swim as you're dragged deeper into Yokohama's underbelly while falling in love with two of Yokohama's most dangerous men.

Trigger Warnings: Sexual Harrassment, guns

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai x Black! Fem! Reader x Chuuya

A/N: Screwed with the timeline ages a bit. I view them as older than 22 in current Canon, so we're going with that.

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The club's lights drowned the room in cold blues and firey reds. Music thumped from the speakers in the ceiling and walls, while beautiful women danced on poles and in cages decorated with neon lights.

Callussed and sweaty hands reached for your hips and ass, but you easily side stepped them as you made your way between the crowded tables, a tray full of empty glasses in hand.

You went over to the bar manned by a lanky woman who grinned when she saw you approach. She flipped a towel on her shoulder and leaned against the bar.

"There's the shining star. How's the crowd doing?"

Well," You set the tray down. "You can tell the Nine Gang just got payed, there's a bachelor party with an unfaithful groom, and some how the new boss for the Street Rats is still conscious despite doing eight back to back shots of mystery shots."

"Color me impressed."

You frowned and glanced back at the crowd. It wasn’t even eleven PM, but it was a packed house. It made your skin itch and stomach churn. "I'm gonna take my smoke break."

"I'll let Sato know."

You made your way to the back of the club, and out the door that was labeled "staff only" in faded paint. A chill wind swept through the alley, bringing with it the stench of used condoms and car exhaust.

You looked both ways, before shutting the door behind you and leaning against the brick wall. You snaked a hand in your tiny shorts, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and then the lighter out of your bra.

You could still feel the club thumping against your skin, even making out a few of the song lyrics pouring from the speaker. If you tried, you could even hear the announcer telling who the next star dancer was.

Your club, The Sugar Scorpion, was by no means the loudest on the block, nor was it the prettiest, or had the best talent. Honestly, you could argue the club down the block had all of those in spades. Hell, you were even next door to a public sex dungeon.

No, what made this place "attractive" was...

"Oi, what about this place?"You looked up from the dingy concrete, and made out the muscular silhouette of man dressed in salaryman attire, looking at someone behind him. "They even have a foreigner! We'll get a cheap lay too."

"Nah man. That place uses a password. We'd never get in anyway, you were afraid to talk to that one Port Mafia guy asking directions."

"Fuck. Never mind let's go to the usual place."

You cringed at that and dropped your cigarette and killed it with the heel of your boot. When you went back inside you made a beeline for the bar where Yui was mixing a drink.

"If I don't show up tomorrow I was deported."

"Why?"

"Someone saw me here."

"Someone from the school?"

"No idea, but they're not a regular."

Yui shook her head. "I dunno how you live like you do. I'd be an anxious mess."

"Already there."

Yui poured the drink, and passed it off to the wobbling customer, who slurred something to them in a language neither of them understood before leaving.

"Well I have more anxiety to add to your plate." She pointed to a tray loaded with three colorful shots. "Send this over to Boss Man's table."

You felt your stomach drop, but grabbed the tray without complaint. You made your way through the crowd, and down a short set of stairs to the VIP section. Here everything was a little cleaner, the girls all naked, and almost everyone you saw carried a gun.

Sitting in a corner that was filled with men was your boss. He was a tall, muscular man that almost anyone would find handsome if it wasn't for the look in his eyes. The utter poison in the brown depths was enough to make anyone vomit.

He flashed you a toothy smile and gestured to you with a ring encrusted hand. "I even got a foreigner working for me. Hey, come here my little star."

You did as instructed, keeping your smile up as you went to the table, and leaned down to set the drinks in front of yojr boss. You bit your inner cheek when you felt meaty fingers pinch your ass.

"And she’s obviously one, ya know? Like those girls in the hip hop videos. Though, maybe you're too young to remember them."

You stood up properly, letting the comment roll off your back, and took a peek at his guests. Both were young at 18 or 19, maybe 20 if you were being generous, and wore nice clothing. One sported enough bandages you wondered if he should be in the hospital, while the other was just downright pretty with his reddish brown hair.

Strangely, neither had obvious guns on their person.

The bandaged man leaned forward. "And you speak Japanese too?"

"A bit." You pinched your thumb and ring finger close together. "If you speak too fast I get lost."

"Oh, that's great! I suck at English and Chuuya here just never bothered to learn."

"What the hell does that matter Dazai?" The red head-Chuuya, demanded.

You felt your face warm as "Dazai" cupped your cheek. "Yet you only serv drinks. A travesty. I would spend all of the world's treasures to have you spread beneath me."

You'd been propositioned a thousand ways, but never in such a poetic way in the club.

"Alas, it's not my celebration though." He snaked his arm around Chuuya, and shook him a bit, much to the red head's chagrin.

"You were right, Mr. Sakamoto. She'd make an excellent treat for our boss. However, I think Chuuya should try her first-"

"What the hell-!"

"He is turning 19. The poor lad hasn't even managed to hold a girl's hand-"

"Dazai I swear to god-!"

"W-wait, Sir." You cut both bickering men off to address your boss. "I thought we had an agreement. I would just serve drinks, not engage in any... I wouldn't be a whore."

You didn't even know a more polite term for it in Japanese.

"Well that's the thing. That paper you signed said you wouldn't do any whoring, and let's just say you won't be. These young men want your time, and they're not exchanging any goods, money, or services for it."

"But-!"

You flinched as Dazai pressed a long finger over your lips. "There's no point in arguing. It's been decided." He dropped his hand as he stood up. "Down the hall, right?"

Sakamoto grinned and saluted with his drink. "Have fun."

You tried to push Dazai away, but he easily over powered you, and kept an iron grasp on your waist. You opened your mouth, but stopped when you saw Sakamoto putting a hand on his gun. You swallowed all complaints as the red head finally stood up, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he followed you both down a narrow hall.

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You'd never even gone in the "private" rooms. Only a few select girls were able to, and it was an unspoken rule to never ask about the rooms or clients there in.

You now realized that all the money that should have went to cleaning the gum from under the tables, getting another bar tender on staff, and replacing the front window went to these rooms.

The cieling was made of mirrors, and there was a large, plush couch of black leather. A white carpet covered the floors, and there was a fireplace opposite the couch that burned with a gentle faux fire. You weren't sure where the soft lighting was coming from, but as Dazai circled you like a tiger, you wished you could turn them off.

"So he wasn't lying, right? You do know Japanese?"

"I know enough to get by living here for the past year."

He hummed and finally stopped so you were both now face to face. Now that he was closer, you could see that there were a few scabs on this boy's cheeks and forehead. "What can you tell me about your boss?"

What?

Is this a joke?

"Are you with the police?"

Dazai glanced back at Chuuya, who was standing in a corner as far from you as possible. "Hey, Chuuya. Do we look like military lackeys?"

"You look suspicious as hell."

Dazai hummed and shrugged before turning back to you. "Actually, we're part of a different organization that doesn't like the way your boss is running things. Frankly, we're hoping to get rid of him entirely."

"And why do you need me? Actually, why are you telling me?"

"He's had quite a few meetings with some rather unsavory types. We don't need those sort of weeds popping up in this red light district, and that's where you come in." He gestured to you. "With your English skills, pretty face, and nice ass I'm sure you can listen out for us."

"You want me to risk my job and neck to play spy for two kids I don't know?"

"We're not kids." Chuuya said. "And I wouldn't think a foreigner just pawned off to sleep with me would get all skittish 'bout this."

"I-.."

If you could you would sell out Sakamoto in a heart beat. Whether to the police, the soap land across the street, or even the shadowy Armed Detective Agency. You would do anything you needed to if it meant getting back at Kenta Sakamoto for what he'd done...

But...

"I can't. " Your words were low. "If that's why you're not using my body now then I'm sorry to dissapoint."

Shaking fingers reached up to the bow keeping your top up, but a large hand grabbed them and kept them in a tight grip.

You looked up from the blue cloth, and found the red head standing in front of you now, his hand over your own. Dazai was sprawled out on the couch, you're not sure how he got there.

"Ya don't gotta do that," He mumbled. "Not right making you put out when he gets something."

You stared down at this Chuuya and the now recovering Dazai. They were young, and a bit childish, but as Chuuya backed up and stuffed his hands in his pockets and Dazai stood up once more, you could see something in their eyes. It was dark and calculated, a cold knife that could tear apart anyone who so much as pretended to be a threat.

You twisted your hands. "Thank you... For the decency."

"Don't worry about it."

Dazai tilted his head. "So what do you say sweet Belladonna? Willing to risk your life and Visa for some petty revenge?"

You nibbled at your bottom lip as Dazai extended a hand. "And what's in it for me?"

"Let's just say you'll have earned yourself a favor."

"From two boys off the street?"

"No." Dazai's smile became cold. "From the Port Mafia."

[talkingpointsusa]

Ben Shapiro and Jordan Peterson wage a very stupid war against "sexual boredom"

Projection intensifies (source: Ben Shapiro on YouTube)

This is one of those things that I wanted to talk about when it came out but it kind of fell by the wayside. However, I figured that since it's been kind of boring in the griftosphere and we need to laugh at something after that last episode, here is a 9 minute video of Ben Shapiro and Jordan Peterson talking about sexual boredom.

Now I know what you're thinking, a guy who thinks all that women are "chaos dragons" and another guy who accidentally admitted that he can't get his wife wet while reading the lyrics of a rap song are probably not the best sources for anything coming remotely close to sexual advice. And you're completely right. Lets get into it.

00:00, Ben Shapiro: "The amount of sexual boredom in this society is extraordinary. So you have more sexual choice and variety available than anytime in human history, given free license by the state because there are no intermediate social institutions in which informal mechanisms of disapproval could make themself felt, and one of the things that human beings psychologically are turned on by is taboo. So when you get rid of literally every taboo then people tend to get bored and then the question is-

Jordan Peterson: "Yeah, well there's no novelty."

And just what exactly is this based off of? Seriously, they never really give any data to back up the existence of this sexual boredom epidemic that they are talking about. I guess them feeling sexually bored is evidence enough.

Anyway, there are still a lot of taboos, we've just more or less moved on from some of the bigoted ones like "no gay marriage" that these guys like. These guys perceive a lack of taboos because society has moved on from the taboos that they think should be in place. Despite what these guys might have heard from their media diet that seemingly consists of nothing but LibsOfTikTok, the world isn't some giant sexual free for all.

What even is this argument by the way? Is Ben's argument that we should get the government step in and regulate and restrict the sexual affairs of private citizens so that those citizens....can break the rules?

Just to really put a final nail in Ben and Jordan's "no taboo's create sexual boredom" coffin, the states with the highest porn consumption are highly conservative states that tend to have more taboos than others. I think people who consume a lot of pornography are pretty sexually bored, don't you?

00:33, Ben Shapiro: "Particularly men are driven by sexual novelty, it's something that's very deeply engrained."

"And that's why we need to stop sleeping in separate beds honey."

00:53, Ben Shapiro: "I mean the -- the part of Freud that everybody ignores is the part where Freud actually is in favor of sublimation right."

So, sublimation is essentially the psychological concept of channeling unwanted thoughts into something positive. So for instance, if somebody is lonely they could join a club. Most psychologists seem to say that sublimation is a good thing so I don't get where he's even coming from with this.

00:58, Ben Shapiro: "It's only later psychologists and philosophers who suggest the sublimation needs to be destroyed and done away with to free all forms of human artistic and material expression."

Who Ben?! I googled "Is sublimation bad, psychology" and there were so many articles talking about how it's an overall good thing. I honestly am wondering if Ben is talking about gay people sublimating their urges and as a result becoming straight given his past track record on gay marriage. Because I honestly don't understand where any of this is coming from!

01:09, Ben Shapiro: "But Freud never said that, Freud says you actually have to sublimate a lot of those short term hedonic desires to something higher."

OK Ben, I don't think Freud meant that you need to sublimate your sexual urges to God.

I think I'm starting to understand why these two are sexually bored.

01:15, Ben Shapiro: "But again that gets back to kind of the fundamental premise that you were speaking to which is there is this narrative of accepted values that we used to live inside of and when you destroy that narrative by saying that for some reason it's not true because it's not coming out of your own head, well once that happens we don't hold a common narrative, there are no common narratives. And if there are no common narratives and everything is then acceptable then what exactly is the taboo? Where does the sublimation take place? There is no sublimation and there is no future orientation, because what sublimation really is is orientation of short term in favor of long term."

Again, this argument is built on a stupid premise that there aren't anymore taboos. Public sex is still pretty taboo and a lot of people find novelty in either having sex in public or staging a sexual encounter to look like that. And that's just one example off the top of my head.

Again, the subtext here is that these two are pissed off that things like LGBTQ+ acceptance are becoming less taboo and as a result they seem to have drawn the conclusion that there are no taboos anymore.

01:50, Jordan Peterson: "Well, and in favor of other people right? So it's long-term plus the social. Yeah well so --- you can think about this technically as well. If there's no uniting narrative, here's the necessary consequences. First of all there's no higher order super ordinate aim."

I can't figure out if these two are talking about God or marriage. Probably both to be honest.

02:15, Jordan Peterson: "We experience positive motivation and the impotence to move forward. So that would be; curiosity, hope, inspiration, enthusiasm, even aesthetic interest. We experience that only in relationship to an aim. And so if you destroy the ultimate aim you destroy the structure upon which reward is dependent."

"You are physically incapable of feeling happiness unless you live the life that I want you to live" is a take I wasn't expecting from a video allegedly about sexual boredom.

The ironic thing about this video is that so far following Jordan and Ben's advice will probably lead to more sexual boredom.

03:28, Jordan Peterson: "There's a relationship between scarcity and deprivation and value, right? And so if you are surfeited by a stimulus lets say, or a resource, so you are overfed, as soon as you're not hungry food is of no interest, if you're stuffed food is nauseating."

This is such a ridiculous analogy. The only way for it to make sense is if people had sex on a daily basis and essentially became screwing machines. Contrary to Jordan and Ben's belief, people aren't having sex multiple times every single day.

Plus, there's the issue of consent. The food can't tell you "No, I don't actually want to be eaten." and as a result, people can stuff themselves to their hearts content. Other people can say they don't want to have sex. There is a massive difference.

Jordan talks about the story of the Israelites and them getting too much quail from the Bible. I mean, I guess if the point is that if you have too much sex then maybe you should take a break fair enough. But again, this metaphor is missing so much stuff like the issue of consent. Then Ben does an ad.

05:44, Jordan Peterson: "We don't know how much depravation is necessary for proper sexual function to make itself manifest."

"And that's why I'm here telling you how much sex you should have."

07:01, Jordan Peterson: "And then you were talking about novelty. And so this is pretty interesting too, so you said men will chase novelty in a sexual relationship. Well, I think part of what is incumbent on married individuals is to figure out how to keep that novelty alive. Right, so that means that each of them have to be transforming and I think the best way to do that is in relationship to a spiritual pursuit."

Nothing spices things up in the bedroom quite like a frank discussion about scripture.

I'll give Jordan a tiny bit of leeway here due to the fact that some studies have shown that religious couples do report better sex than non-religious couples. But there are a lot of moving parts in said study such as the fact that couples showing heightened religiosity overall reported lower sexual satisfaction and the increased sexual satisfaction was more tied with the sanctification of sex. Essentially people who believe that the sex they have with their partner is sacred.

It was only conducted through two groups of people through their workplace as well meaning it's not particularly indicative of the greater population.

07:56, Ben Shapiro: "One of the things that's actually fascinating about this is, biblically speaking, I mean not to get into obstruse Jewish law but I mean, this is actually right in the Bible forget about the obstruse Jewish law, right in the Bible one of the mandates is that for a period of at least one week out of every month married couples are not supposed to have sex."

You know, there's a subtle hint in why that was when you said the word period!

That was clearly about menstruation. It wasn't just no sex either, it was in pretty much every aspect. It was because women were viewed as "unclean" after having their periods at that time. And just to prove it, here's Leviticus 15:19;

"Whenever a woman has her menstrual period, she will be ceremonially unclean for seven days. Anyone who touches her during that time will be unclean until evening."

So essentially that week was more about the fact that women were viewed as "unclean" after having their period in biblical times.

Conclusion:

Well, on the one hand I'm glad that these two are finally talking about a topic that they would presumably know a lot about. On the other hand, this was dumber than I thought it would be. I kind of want to call Jordan and Ben the Sexual Boredom Squad from now on.

Cheers and I'll see you in the next one.

[hellcatinnc]

Getting To Know Aiji Yanagi On A Personal Level (SFW)

He is 28 years old

Birthday: September 5th (MY BIRTHDAY TOO SO HAPPY)

He is a virgo

181cm (5'9)

Blood type: A

Favorite foods are cheese and salami

One of his hobbies is to fish its a peaceful way to relax and he loves that you need him to help you bate the hook and pull the fish in he really likes that your dependent in this situation

He likes shorter women than him he likes to tower over you its not just cause it makes it more of a dominant thing but he things women that are shorter are cuter. He thinks its adorable when you have to look up at him when he goes to kiss you.

He likes cooking sweets for you but he isn't that fond of things that are overly sweet however he isn't against eating them especially if you made them for him

He hates doing puzzles he is no good at them and when someone else finishes it while he is trying to figure it out it pisses him off

He doesn't have a specific kind a girl but if you tell him you love him, and show affection the more he sees you love him the more it drives him crazy and makes him want to love you more

There are some things you only are able to say to him like if he asks you what you want him to do and you say anything he will remind you that needs to be only him you say that too

When you do cute things its like you break him in away because he has a hard time holding back sometimes he has to restrain himself because he doesn't want you to lose respect in him and hate him when he wants to treat you like a lady

He falls in love with you and refuses to go long with out you moving in with him and him proposing

He isn't scared of the idea of forever and always so marriage is something he is serious about

He doesn't usually date women too much younger than him but he will make an exception for the right girl

He is possessive and has no problem letting others know your his, he is also likely to grab you by the waist and pull you into him when other men are around

He has a very dominant way with things however he doesn't mind you holding the reigns when he knows you pretty much do anyways. You may ask for something and he will give it to you but he needs to feel that dominance when he just wants to grab you and kiss you hard sometimes.

He gets too excited kissing you sometimes he might bite your lips not too hard though

He loves to nibble and leave little bites when he is super turned on all down your body starting with your neck

He is reserved when needed its only you he loses control with and has a hard time holding back emotions, your the only woman to seem him in tears

He is so cute if you tell him your hearts love song you will make this man blush cause he isn't sure how to handle it. Those kind of things put him on the spot leaving him fumbling for words and his face slightly blushed as he is.

Once you won his heart he became mushy with telling you little things like he will stay with you forever and always as well as that he falls deeper in love with you everyday

He will give you pda like hold you in public but expect him to turn several shades of red cause he normally never does more than hold hands in public

He isn't picky what you do together as long as he has you with him

He second guesses himself when it comes to buying you gifts or taking you to nice restaurants because he was busy most the time pushing people away so he has to adjust making you his everything

He has a short temper but only when it comes to a guy hitting on you it really gets him riled up

He is the guy that will mumble under his breath if he hears a guy hit on you trying to stay calm however he is imagining beating the crap out of him

If you mention he can tie you up or walk on a kinkier side he is dumb founded you said it and even a bit embarrassed. He is pretty vanilla in the bedroom but thats ok because where he may not be super kinky he will keep you in that bedroom until you are fully satisfied in every way

He will keep you at his place as much as he can because the thought of saying goodnight to you makes him sulk a bit so instead he just brings you back to stay over quiet alot

If you do go home he will always walk you there holding your hand because the thought of another man holding your hand or hitting on you as your on your way home infuriates him. Also he is too protective to let anything happen to you

He is a dad role model type to most people younger than him and although his lover he prefers to just be his he isn't really about the whole domme thing.

He can cook not just regular Japanese cuisine but this man can cook a little of everything including deserts that melt in your mouth

He can clean, do laundry all domestic things that most men don't or can't do he can and he does it well. Imagine him cleaning your house without a shirt on or maybe in his underwear that would be alot of fun

He smokes and he wants to quit but he hasn't managed to yet however mixed with his scent on his clothes and the nicotine he has a slight musky smell to him but its what makes him even more attractive to you

He sometimes taste smoky cause the cigarettes but you don't mind because the way he kisses you he bout takes your breath away anyways.

Is ok with a girl with a appetite he prefers it because he really enjoys cooking for his woman and her enjoying it. So bring your appetite and he will spoil the hell out of you

He doesn't kiss and tell he likes his secrets with his lover he likes to make people guess instead of knowing its more fun that way. He likes hidden things that only you and him know maybe a wink or smile a certain way means something to you both but no one else

He is loyal to a fault the moment he considers you important to him don't think you plan to leave him because he keeps the people he loves close long as your good to him he will be to you

He likes to drink just about anything but prefers saki

Was a bad boy growing up did you normal bad boy type things like ride a motorcycle and raise a bit of hell. Its like having a bad boy and good boy rapped into one so then he will be ok with you being his good girl sometimes and his bad girl other times

He struggles with letting you go every time he kisses you because you make him want to lose control and take you right there maybe not always sex but he still wants to passionately kiss you all over

When he can't take your cuteness any more and your pushing him over the top he will pushing you against the wall and kiss you like no one has every kissed you before. If you are behind closed doors he will start with your lips but he will kiss every inch of your body through the night sometimes maybe even more than once.

[thelastbraincellofthehive]

Well, I'm watching volume 3 and honestly I have so many thoughts about it I'm gonna make a first half and second half post. Buckle up because y'all now this is a wild ride! Also buckle up because this is were I start having some very controversial opinions lol.s

The show was airing the first half of this volume when I first got into it (it was somehow because of some amazing Ever After High fanart lol I still remember) so actually, Yang and Mercury's fight was my first experienced hiatus, you can imagine my distress lol.

Every volume the list of women who could step on me grows. But honestly, Winter is on top of that list. It's like they created her with all my weaknesses in mind...

The vytal festival fights are hilarious lol as the kids said, It was nice to see them all fight in a controlled and friendly enviroment instead of fighting actual murderers.

Yatsu and Coco and that poor team in the chapter 1 flashback did fight actual murderers tho, RIP to them (?

It's brawl in the family will forever be one of my favorite episodes lol Winter and Qrow simply steal the show everytime they're on the screen!

Also, I get other ships with the characters and understand why people doesn't like Snowbird... But I've had many people who don't watch the show watch that fight scene and the general consensus is always that they were flirting. That's the most sexual tension I've seen in this show, and we've had actual romantic partners interacting more than once lol

Anyways I ship Snowbird/Qrowin...

Subject change. Remember that scene when Mercury goes to tell Cinder he saw Qrow? At the end Cinder tells he and Emmerald to 'go to their rooms' ...but arem't they supposedly sharing a room since they're partners? Beacon teams all share a room so I don't get why they wouldn't lol.

I wish we could've seen more of Ciel Soleil, honestly, she was such a cutie lol. Kinda hoping She's brought back someday. If you are a fanfic writer and haven't tried to use Ciel as something like Penny's awkward and superserious bodyward in an AU, you should think about It, girl has potential!

"If you were one of my men I'd have you shot!" "if I were one of your men I'd shot myself" still one of the most iconic and epic moments in the series lol Go Qrow!!

Neon!!! God I loved Neon in this volume lol that girl is insuferable! She's also GayAF, I know It.

I'm the one is such a banger of a song! Top 3 of the volume, easily. Also, that fight is awesome, I adore seeing all the clues for what happened next now that, you know, I know what happened next lol.

Velvet worried about Coco <3 let these two be girlfriends!!

Winter fighting Qrow because he was drunk it's so painful after we learn about her family life. Trauma is a bitch.

Also, can I just say that I miss Willow? I knew I was gonna love her, but it was even more than I was expecting, I hope we get more Willow soon.

That scene in Ozpin's office when Ironwood looks at Oz, Glynda and Qrow before sighing and leaving is so telling of where his story was going. He was part of a team, yet he felt like it was him against the world. It's sad how much the others tried to show him their trust, but he was so into his fear that he couldn't see it.

I know this is a very controversial topic for the whole FNDM and that it was disproved multiple times, but I'll never get why would it be so bad if Ruby was Qrow's daughter. The signs are all there, It would make so much sense, and I don't feel it would've taken anything from the story. Alas, it wasn't meant to be*shrugs*

Penny tackling Ruby to the ground as a greeting is tradition <3 also she's always looking back at Ruby with the biggest smile on her face before leaving <3 God Penny is the most adorable girl I've ever seen. And my Nuts and Dolts shipping heart is so happy<3 and sad

Seeing Weiss and Winter interact always warms and breaks my heart at the same time, it's so obvious there's a lot of love there, but half of the time they don't really know how to show it. Again, trauma is a bitch.

Yang, baby </3 my heart breaks for you everytime I watch chapter 6. Honestly, I never fully forgave Mercury after that lol.

Pyrrha. Deserved. Better. Say it with me Rooster teeth!!!! God the whole vault scene is painful.

Also, Glynda: "We're still the same headmasters and teachers you knew the day you arrived to Beacon" Pyrrha: "This is literally the first time I met half the people here!"

Yes, I'm using dumb humor to deal with trauma

I lowkey ship WeissxFlynt honestly... Flynt's cool, I want more Flynt please.

But my imposible otp for Weiss still hasn't been introduced. If you follow me you know who I'm talking about and I'm willing to die on that hill. RT I'll forgive you for literally everything aside the v8 finally if you make them canon. Literally!!

You only get off the hook for v8 if you give me Nuts and Dolts.

I stan my point that Ironwood was hoping to have Penny eventually become a maiden and that's why she exist in the first place. I'm guessing the whole thing with the virus made him reconsider and that's why he turned to Winter later? Maybe?

Anyways, I still can't believe this is the tame half of the volume. I guess time to keep going and get my heart rip apart again. Good talk guys!

[cator99]

There was a party of 20 people at my work tonight that was mostly russians all very slaylicious people and I don't know how to describe it but they had a very specific very cohesive vibe and I have never seen more Russian group of people in my entire life no that's not true I had a Russian friend growing up and her mother was a very wealthy veryyy stylish Russian criminal defense lawyer with very russian friends and one time she sat me down very seriously by the way this was a very serious and intense moment where she put her laptop in front of me and made me watch a pro-Putin propaganda video on YouTube which included a clip of him photoshopped riding a tiger to the song Eye of the Tiger and she got incredibly angry when I laughed... anyways they were complaining about the drinks not having enough vodka and making us remake them even requesting repour the drinks into a bigger glass so that we could add more vodka one guy was really skinny with high cheekbones and a very sunken face small jaw thin neck you know the type slicked back hair and an oversized leather jacket and tiny black oval sunglasses that he wore the entire time he was inside he kept going in and out for cigarette breaks while I was taking out the trash and we would get in each other's way and laugh because it just kept happening and he was like oh my it's like I came here just to get in your way and for no other reason lol ohhhhh god also there was a lesbian couple and one of them had short dark hair and a labret piercing oh my God she was so beautiful Jesus Christ I'm going to kill myself she was so like intense just intense scary intense but so gentle most people in the group were dressed up but she was just wearing a black T-shirt and jeans. I didn't think she was with any of the women there until I was cleaning up and I saw her with her arm around a tiny blonde woman who I had interacted with briefly earlier she was very sweet and had these giant glimmering eyes she had accidentally gotten in my way too and was apologizing profusely staring at me with those giant eyes and a sheepish little smile oh my god. Very cute but also very alarmingly intense. Honestly they all were very intense in a way but in a really fun way you know..... very down to earth people, all of them. There was one of them who looked and had the cadence and honestly had a presence which immediately brought to mind a sort of Russian John Wayne Gacy you know like if you've ever seen his interviews it was like that anyways he was paying for everything. There was also a black man with them who was dressed so impeccably I mean they all were but this guy even moreso... he had this whole color coordinated suit with a matching velvet fedora that was tilted and large sunglasses that stayed on all night as well. Pretty sure I heard him speaking Russian with a much older man who reminded me of my doctor who is Moldovan... A lot of them were clearly family- the older man really closely resembled a few of the younger men, however they seemed a bit less intense and less involved- you know what I mean there were obvious social things happening here that they were not a part of. I'm trying to remember who else stood out from that group but yeah there was 20 of them and I was mostly just dealing with Russian Gacy and the lesbian who ended up ordering a lot of drinks directly from me. Anyways they had the main hall due to the fact that there was so many of them and most rooms can comfortably fit anywhere from 5-12 people at most- however the hall isn't private, as it attaches to the main area where the bar is. The two rooms are only separated by a curtain. This is important because unlike everyone else in the karaoke bar I can hear every song the people in the hall sing. And for the record they started off with Barbie Girl by Aqua

[gimyeongbestboy]

Blinding Lights

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content: This is an angst with a fluff (I think?), celebrity au where Gojo is an actor and Yn is a singer/song writer.

An: I was going to post this after I posted the one I wrote for Suguru, but I kept forgetting to write it. I also forgot the original plot that I was going to use for this story, so I just ended up making a plot out of this break up message that I helped @tojisun write. Anyways, if you haven't seen that, definitely go check it out. This plot basically came from the convo between yn and Gojo.

Gojo Satoru, the name that is always on the tabloids. His name has never left the tabloids ever since the hit show Jujutsu Kaisen series and its Vol 0 movie has come out. The man has and is always the talk of the town. With his handsome face, tall stature, gorgeous blue eyes and charming smile, Gojo naturally attracts men and women. It really is no wonder why the man is always casted and hired for projects, not to mention, talk show hosts always invite him over. Today, is just another one of those busy days in Gojo's day. On his schedule, is a live interview he's meant to attend later at noon.

"Do you think the interviewer would ask about that?" Gojo holds his phone between his shoulder and ear while he speaks on the phone.

"I'm not sure, maybe they would, maybe they won't. But if they do, would you answer it? Or will you avoid it?"

"I'm not sure." Gojo answered with a silent voice.

"If I were you, I'd answer it. Try not to run away this time. Anyways, I have to go."

Gojo looked at his dark screen, thinking about the last few words said to him. Taking a deep breath, Gojo picked up his stuff and went on his way to his interview.

"Everyone is curious, Gojo-san, how is romance treating you these days?" Asked the interviewer.

Ah, there it is. The question Gojo Satoru wanted to avoid most.

"What do you mean?" Gojo had answered the question with another question with the hopes of avoiding the topic.

"The tabloids have long revealed that you and Yn-san have broken up. However, fans and paparazzi have seen you still attending the concerts and shows Yn-san had. Not only that, but Yn was also seen attending the premiere of JJK Vol 0 movie. The two of you are no longer together, but you guys still attend each other's events?"

"You see when Yn and I broke up, we promised to always support each other still. We had a clean break up where we both understood that even though we're so right of each other, we are not ready to be together yet. So we both agreed that we should first go our separate ways, and reflect on ourselves and lives first." Gojo had decided to answer the question truthfully.

"Is that's the reason why the both of you remained single for the past 4 years after breaking up?" Silence filled the room after the interviewer had asked such a personal question.

"Yes. Yes it is. For me personally, that was the main reason I remained single. I wanted to prepare all of me for when Yn comes back."

"Is it true that the songs 'Breathe' and 'Ghost' are about you? Yn said it was written for a specific person. Is that specific person you? I mean like, on Yn's latest tweet, it seemed like the specific person, is you."

"Yeah, it is." The words escaped his lips that formed into a lovely smile. The only thought running in Gojo's mind is that, he's ready to come back to you.

[onesunofagun]

I shall now yell about Ingo, please stand by:

Ingo’s transformation from the underappreciated backbone of the ranch to an absolute ruff-wearing cantaloupe of a man is also pretty interesting (if you’re the kind of person who absorbs the Zelda series through your skin like a frog to live).

I’ve bolded the key points for skimmers.

Granted, the manga has it that Ingo just gets brainwashed by Twinrova into being a staunch follower of Ganondorf. That’s not canon, but it’s not informing any of this thinking, either way. 

In the beginning of OoT we meet Talon by waking him up from a nap, and we learn pretty quickly that he’s lazy and often yelled at by his daughter for slacking off like this. Ingo at the ranch confirms again that Talon doesn’t pull his weight around there, and since Malon’s still a child, it’s pretty obvious that Ingo’s settled with the bulk of the work.

Ingo is grumpy, he’s resentful, and he complains a lot. But he does do the work, and you can find him (presumably) in the process of mucking out the stables. 

Let’s examine what he does at the ranch:

Epona really liked that song... Only I could tame that horse... Even Mr. Ingo had a hard time...

Now, Epona is established in game to be a real winner of a horse. She’s fast, she’s smart, she’s got a lovely sorrel coat and white mane that seems to be quite rare or highly prized coloring. The catch is, she is notoriously wild. The only people she tolerates are Malon and Link, due in large part to being soothed by the song Malon’s mother taught her.

Ingo had to really try to crack this horse, which Malon’s observation suggests is unusual. 

Epona is very young when we first see her, so it’s never really revealed if she was caught wild, or bred at the ranch with a very headstrong temperament.

Ingo’s clearly the guy that’s breaking them in, though. The most Talon is doing is... sleeping in with the cuccos. We never see any organisation of the cuccos, in terms of egg collection or poultry farming, but nevertheless, Talon has the much less physical jobs even if he was doing them. His focus seems to be cuccos, deliveries to the castle and book keeping between naps (and to be fair it’s probably a little depression related, given the dead wife).

Malon gives us a cow later on, and she’s got the egg for the crowing cucco that wakes up Talon, so I’d like to assume for simplicity’s sake that even as a kid, Malon was up at dawn most days helping Ingo with the cows and milking them. It’s never really implied that she has amazing skill in dealing with horses, just that Epona has a special connection with her specifically. Other than that, Malon is simply kind and respectful of her animals (though I’ve got no idea how she got that cow to Link’s treehouse and that’s worth investigating). 

Later on, Ingo is also shown to be a competent rider. Enough that he has absolutely no qualms in challenging Link to races for wagers, and was quite confident of his ability to win.

The takeaway is, Ingo is usually VERY GOOD with both caring for and training horses, if not breeding them for the ranch.

That kind of lends to his grumbling, when he is referring to himself as ‘the Great Ingo’ and comparing himself to Talon, who is a ‘bum’. His claim to greatness may not be undeserved, at least in horse circles, and especially if he’s not getting particular credit for it, his bitterness and frustration (alongside envy, exhaustion, and dreams of recognition) would be quite deeply run.

So it seems that his friend and employer is clearly taking some advantage of him, especially after the death of Malon’s mother.

So now, let’s examine his feelings, and how he changes.

The feelings Ingo has about that are pretty textbook for the sort of thing ‘evil takes hold of and twists’, in the Zeldaverse.

Focussing on the game itself, Malon says this as an adult:

Since Ganondorf came, people in the Castle Town have gone, places have been ruined, and monsters are wandering everywhere. Mr. Ingo is just using the ranch to gain Ganondorf's favor... Everyone seems to be turning evil...

We do see other characters in Hyrule become influenced by the ‘darkness in their hearts’ as byproduct of Ganondorf’s reign. 

A prominent example of a character who was visibly dissatisfied with their lot, and then notably changes (while praising Ganondorf for what he’d done), is the Castle Guard who is heavily implied to have become the Poe Dealer. Even if by some slim means it’s not the same person, the Poe Dealer does still express that they could not do the work they do without Ganon as King, and that they now benefit from him being in that position and are grateful to him.

The Kakariko Carpenters seem to have given into their fantasies about living among the Gerudo women, and gone out to the Valley and gotten themselves taken prisoner. Following work near the fortress, the team chooses to act on their selfish desires and go for broke, chasing their dreams. They weren’t previously prepared to act upon these fantasies when Link was young, admittedly much milder in their still very prominent obsession, but seven years later, they’re quite happy to risk it all and piss away the stability of their careers (and nearly their lives) at the first opportunity.

Anyway, the trend is, those across Hyrule who are unhappy with their lot before Ganondorf’s coup tend to be ‘corrupted’ by seven years later, and appear to have given in to a twisted version of whatever they most wanted. 

This is noteworthy especially because the language in the game revolves around the Sacred Realm being opened and corrupted, too, by Ganondorf’s unbalanced heart and selfish goals. It is unable to be ‘sealed’ again while Link has the Master Sword. In aLttP, we know there is a mirror like effect to do with the sacred turned dark realm, in which it reflects the hearts of men. 

So it is very reasonable to say, that for OoT in particular, much of this evil influence plaguing the land and preying on the darkness an people’s hearts is a result of the corruption of the Sacred Realm. It is an indirect byproduct of Ganondorf’s acquiring of the Triforce, but not necessarily something he himself does to people on purpose, unlike the brainwashing of Nabooru.

Mr. Ingo is just using the ranch to gain Ganondorf's favor... But Dad... He was kicked out of the ranch by Mr. Ingo... If I disobey Mr. Ingo, he will treat the horses so badly...

This explains a lot of the more callous and greedy behaviour that Ingo shows later on, and why it seems to disappear when he is truly humbled by Link. 

Link’s win serves as a reminder of Ingo’s stagnating skill with horses, the very thing that made him feel so deserving of praise and recognition in the first place, in that for everything he now has control of at the ranch, he still cannot control that horse. He has become as much of a bum as Talon ever was, relegating Malon to do all the hard work while Ingo struts around uselessly. He’s even lost his touch with the Horses so much, in his arrogance, that now he has taken up mistreating them and using harsh and abusive methods (according to Malon’s concerns).

The humiliation and shame takes hold, his pride shattering with the loss of Epona-- not only as a valuable asset, but also as the horse he could never truly tame.

The dark feelings he was holding onto are let go of, as he regains a sense of humility, and the corruptive influence upon him dissipates. He even seeks out Talon to bury the hatchet and invite him back to the ranch.

Oh, I have to tell you about Mr. Ingo... He was afraid that the Evil King might find out that Epona had been taken away... It really upset him! But one day, all of a sudden, he went back to being a normal, nice person! Now my dad is coming back...I can't believe it, but peace is returning to this ranch!

But what about his obsession with Ganondorf in particular?

When the coup happened, Ingo watched the King of the Gerudo unwittingly play out a sort of grand parallel to what Ingo felt should happen on the ranch. To Ingo’s perception, I think Ganondorf was representing an ideal version of Ingo himself. 

A man of the desert, where hard work and grit are as second nature to survive the harsh conditions. A man frustrated with the King of Hyrule’s shit, and forced to swear fealty to him despite being a King himself. A man resplendent with wealth, with fine and flashy clothes and plentiful jewelry.

And perhaps the most important note of all, the Gerudo in OoT? 

They’re horse people. 

They love horses. Ganondorf’s horse is reputed to be a purebred Black Gerudo Stallion, which is obviously a specialty breed, that is fully armoured and as flashy as he is. When the Gerudo cut the bridge leading to the valley, the only way in and out is to have a skilled horse jump the gap. 

They also have a huge horseback archery range, and prowess in the sport is an incredible source of respect amongst the Gerudo, and many of the guards possess bladed polearms suitable for mounted use. From this, it can be assumed that during the recent civil war, Gerudo weapons, war tack and military tactics were probably built around mounted cavalry archers foremost, with a lesser focus on light and heavy cavalry aside (iron knuckle armour springs to mind).

Anyway, Horses are very important to the Gerudo in the era of Ocarina of Time.

So Ganondorf is also unique in the sense that he is the King of a people who value what it is that Ingo does very highly. He, of all people, stands to immediately recognise the knowledge and skill that Ingo possesses in rearing horses.

So this is a man who successfully stages a coup of Hyrule, who clearly inspires Ingo to do much the same of the ranch, and who Ingo also feels is very likely to take his side should he appeal the matter.

And Ganondorf does.

And if that’s not a great compliment to Ingo’s actual skill, I don’t know what is, because Ganondorf is not a man that suffers fools. He’s got a limited patience when it comes to shit that is beneath his notice. Clearly, he recognises that Ingo is indeed the backbone of that ranch-- and the main reason for the quality of its Horses-- and rewards this accordingly.

And for Ingo, being on decent terms with the big scary goth King is a very, very good place to be. But it’s more than that!

What a guy! Not only did he deliver on Ingo’s long due validation, he gave Ingo everything he’d ever dreamed of having to his name, and the authority to kick Talon to the curb. He gets it! Ganondorf, this great eight foot beacon of freshly sought divine power and topaz-encrusted glory, this absolute unit of a man, this great underdog horse-lover after Ingo’s own heart; he really understands how great Ingo is. Ganondorf is paving the way for people like them! Oh, to rub shoulders wiht such greatness when the rest of Hyrule is scorned. 

Ingo feels seen. The Great Ganondorf made all that thankless time spent shovelling horse shit while Talon slept mean something. The Gerudo appreciate Ingo’s talents.

And all Ingo has to do is keep turning out really good horses, and promise to present the King with his finest.

So Ingo knows he’s in deep shit when he gets cocky and loses Epona to a wager, who at this point, he’s prepared pretty well and sunk a lot of money into on the idea that she’s going to Ganondorf. 

Who he’s probably bragged to about how fast she is.

He lost her to some jerk in tights who’d barely ridden before, too. And then when Ingo tried to cheat him out of the win, the kid jumped the damned fence an in ass-bustingly cool move that really just drove home how excellent and rare Epona was.

One does not promise the King of the Gerudo a fast horse and then fail to deliver, let alone for such a stupid reason.

Honestly, by the end, the man’s just happy to be alive.

Also I’d like to think he and Talon had a much fairer delegation of work and forgave each other, each really learning to appreciate what they have and what’s really important.

how the fuck did the Kokiri leave the forest for this scene anyway, they don’t even have their faries???

[saetoru]

[song ref: peak (fed up) - raahiim]

where gojo knows you dislike him, and it drives him fucking crazy- makes his head a little fuzzy with a sick satisfaction. he's never been told no before, never this....pointedly. people give up the ghost so easy it's gotten boring. there's no excitement anymore, gojo is a competitive guy and most men or women don't even think about giving him a good chase. it's boring. the complete opposite of who you are and what you do for him.

this song makes me think of a time before all the fuss of feelings starts to well up in the fissures between you two, cementing what should've been nothing, inevitably turning it into something- much to your dismay.

all before he manages to hook his middle finger behind your bottom teeth and pull you into his orbit. and you take the bait because you like to beat things that hinder your independence to a pulp. you bite with a force that has him hissing in pain and yet, he never pulls away. satoru likes it, it's exactly what he wants, the sadistic fuck.

he knows the only way to break the outer walls of your garden is to face your guard head on. he jests your disposition with very little honour and modesty because he knows the more you glare at him or slap away the warm hands he places on your hips- the harder it is for you to keep him out.

he lets you hate him long enough to love him. if the prince is one thing, it's observant and calculating and cunning and fucking patient in his advances. but it works. it works and you hate it, just like he wants. and that makes you hate him more.

satoru makes your skin crawl but underneath the ripples of distaste is carnal desire. you want to pin all six feet and two inches of him to that stupid king size tempur-pedic mattress by the throat and fuck the sly grin off his pretty face. your fingers twitch by your sides when he stands too close, balling into fists when he taunts you and you know they'd find relief clawing at his broad chest, shoulders and back. you want to bare your teeth and tear into his neck, intent on drawing blood just to shut him up.

you want to settle the need deep in your belly. you need to prove a point. you're fed up. and he loves it.

i read this as u sent this but i was playing obey me so i didn't answer right away but this ??? is so ??? beautiful ???? you wrote this very well dkhfshjfghgf like u could probably write a very masterful fic maybe u have idk actually dhhsgf but anyway this !!! is exactly !!! rich boy gojo !!! this is him and y/n's love story fr !!!! he has everyone always say what he wants them to say or act how he wants them to act all to get close to him or make a good impression but u just don't care ??? and his interest is so peaked and he has to have u one way or another. but then he falls in love ???? and u keep biting him and baring ur teeth at him but in the end every time he comes back u just cant help but let ur guard down a little. but ykw he loves the pain too he cant even lie. SOBS I LOVE THIS.

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime – Seven // Wanda Maximoff

chapter six | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter eight

author’s note: hope y’all like this one 👀

The Maximoffs were just as a good at throwing a party as my own parents were.

Celebrating a new book that was published at Pietro's business, they threw a party in their back garden big enough to host half the town if they wanted to. Actually, now that I thought about, half the town was probably there.

We were invited to celebrate along with them because we were 'family' now, as Oleg and Iryna pointed out, so I found myself standing in their garden getting a drink under the night sky and trying to blend in with the snacks table so I wouldn't have to mingle. Parties still weren't my thing, clearly.

People-watching was more my forte. It was amazing the things people did when they thought nobody was looking. One guy coughed into his hand and wiped it on his pants – I reminded myself not to shake his hand – whilst some woman checked if her teeth were clean on the back of a serving tray.

My gaze raked the garden, indifferent to the men who attempted to get women's attention with a boyish grin and terrible pick-up lines, or the women who lifted their dresses a little higher than necessary to steal a man's attention. I spotted my parents talking to some guests whom I'd never see before, then there was Wanda's parents laughing alongside Pietro as he told a joke to some important looking people.

Eventually, my eyes fell to the remaining Maximoff, who was looking especially beautiful tonight. A deep lilac gown adorned her figure and she wore it like it was uniquely made just for her. She probably didn't even realise, but all eyes were definitely on her; a simple stride around the garden had people turning heads to see who the lilac beauty was. Y/B/N was the most envied man of the evening, with every guy here wishing they could have Wanda on their arm.

I'd wanted to tell her just how truly stunning she looked tonight, but I hadn't been able to pull her away from my brother's side for even a second. Everywhere he went, she went, too. I'd caught her eyes maybe three times tonight since she was so involved with whatever she spoke about with the people who worked for Pietro. I didn't take it personally of course, but it didn't make me feel any better.

Y/B/N had his hands all over her, probably suspecting just how many people were checking her out tonight, and I hated the way it made me feel. Envy and jealousy came over me and it wasn't pleasant. His hand was permanently fixed on her waist, at times moving suspiciously lower and making me roll my eyes. Occasionally, he'd lean over and whisper something in her ear making her flush – involuntarily or not, I didn't know. Wanda was a good actress, appearing as the perfect fiancé to him and couple to everybody else. Or, at least, I hoped it was acting.

"Pretty ladies shouldn't be standing by their lonesome," said someone with a Sokovian accent, but sadly not the one I wanted to hear.

"Pietro," I said with an amused smile, turning to face the man of the evening. "Congratulations on the new published book!"

He smiled appreciatively. "Thank you, Y/N. How are you finding the party?"

I glanced around, disguising my discomfort with a nod. "It's great."

He chuckled, as if suspecting that was a lie, before changing the subject. "So, the book. Have you read it?"

Glad that this was something I could actually talk about, my shoulders relaxed and I nodded. "Yes! I bought it yesterday as soon as it was published. I've only read the first six chapters, but what I've read is beautifully written."

Pietro snickered, raising his brows. "Only? That's further than anyone here has read."

I smiled bashfully, eyes veering elsewhere with embarrassment. "I guess I just have a lot of free time."

He hummed with amusement. "And you must really like reading... Wanda mentioned you write, too. It's nice to know it runs in the family."

Certain my cheeks were flushed, I nodded. "Yeah, our dad, he taught Y/B/N and I how to write when we were kids. That's where my love of literature began."

"And what do you like to write?" he asked, intrigued.

I shrugged, the grip on my glass of champagne loosening as I grew comfortable. "I don't know... short stories, drabbles, novels. I mainly deal with themes of love and romanticism. We're so intent on leading our lives with what other people want that we rarely take time to think about we want... I write about that."

Swallowing, I looked to Pietro, hoping I wasn't boring him. He was a publisher after all, besides my soon-to-be brother-in-law. His opinion was important to me.

"I must admit, Y/N, my interest is piqued," he admitted, watching me with an inquisitive gaze. "Do you have anything I could read?"

"It's probably better than it sounds," I said dismissively, knowing this was just small talk.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I doubt that. You shouldn't say such things. You never know, you could be my next signed author."

I tried not to laugh. "Nice try, Pietro."

He smiled widely. "What? I'm serious!"

Tilting my head towards him knowingly, I sighed. "We both know that can't happen."

He was grinning now, clearly entertained by my unamused expression. "Says who?"

I motioned around us with my drink. "Says everyone? The world we live in?"

He began to list authors on his fingers as he said, "Jane Austen. Emily Bronte. Mary Shelley. Louisa May Alcott. Dare I name more?"

"Okay, okay, I get it," I said, pushing his hand down and rolling my eyes at his smug expression. "But I can promise you that all of those women fought tooth and nail to get published. Their families probably weren't as accepting as they wanted them to be. There's still people now who talk about how unprofessional and lacklustre their works are. They didn't have it easy. Still don't. And don't even get me started on the reputation side of things for you... d'you know how much backlash you'd get for signing a woman?"

Pietro shrugged, sipping his drink, before saying casually, "I only care about talent, Y/N. And if you have even a quarter of the talent your brother does, then I'm happy to go from there."

I quirked a brow, trying to gauge if he was pulling my leg or not. But the kind eyes looking back at me suggested he may not have been. Either way, the idea of actually being published – something I'd been dreaming of since I was a kid – was enough to raise my suspicions and make me shake my head.

"Thanks for listening, Pietro," I said conclusively, hoping he got the hint.

He nodded, accepting my word, thankfully. "Anytime. Hopefully this isn't the end of this conversation, though."

I cracked a smile, knowing it was but giving him the benefit of the doubt. He pursed his lips, glancing around briefly before attempting to hide an amused smile.

"What are you smiling at?" I teased, nudging him in the arm slightly.

His eyes met mine, sparkling with mischief. "You've probably not noticed, but as we've been speaking, almost everyone in this garden has looked our way."

I cocked my head with confusion, smile still present. He nodded subtly, eyes flickering to the right, so I followed his gaze and inconspicuously looked around. He was right, as murmurs of gossip escaped people's lips, their eyes trying to get a good look at the two of us. Even our parents were looking our way, no doubt discussing our future wedding affair.

"Wow," I breathed out, trying not to laugh as I looked back to him. "You'd think they'd have something better to do."

He leaned in, muttering, "Wanna give them a show?"

My eyes flickered between his, seeing that roguish charm of his come to life. I couldn't resist his mischievous attempt to piss off our parents, so of course I nodded with a stifled laugh.

"Care to dance, Miss Y/L/N?" he asked, a little louder than he needed to, attracting more attention.

I grinned, grateful for the idiot that was Pietro. He was already making my evening ten times better than it was.

Resting my hand in his outstretched one, I nodded. "Thank you, Mr Maximoff."

I barely had chance to put my glass down before he led me to the area before the live band that was strumming a lovely upbeat ballad. We joined the other couples that were also having a dance, unbothered by their nosey stares.

Bowing dramatically, he smiled and I curtsied before resting a hand on his shoulder and the other in his. He rested a hand on my waist respectfully before a grin spread across his lips and he began to dance me around everybody else, way too fast for me to keep up.

"Pietro!" I exclaimed between fits of laughter, trying not to trip over my feet or his.

"You said we could dance," he answered simply, before spinning me around.

My eyes went dizzy as he dipped me, making me laugh joyfully. For the first time all night, I was having fun. When he pulled me up, his eyes motioned to the left of us.

"D'you think our parents have already picked the wedding venue?" he teased.

"Definitely," I said with a nod, before shoving him back slightly. "But you, mister, need to slow down. You're like a speedster with the dancing. We should call you Quicksilver."

He laughed, continued to dance me around but much more slower this time. "I like that. You're clever. I can see why Wanda has taken a liking to you."

I knew he didn't mean it like that, but my heart dropped to my stomach anyway. A hearty chuckle escaped his lips as he noticed my expression. Thankfully, he didn't question it and we continued to make a fool of ourselves for a few more songs before taking a break by the snacks table.

"You're an idiot," I told Pietro as we caught our breath, but a delighted smile was on my lips. "You know you've probably convinced our parents that we're a couple now, right?"

"Hey, you're the one who started to fluff my hair like you loved me!" he retorted with humoured eyes.

"Because you're just so darn cute!" I mocked him, before moving forward and going in to fluff his hair yet again.

He attempted to smack my hand away as he said, "Hands off the hair, Y/L/N! I styled it perfectly!"

Grabbing my wrists, he held me back and I tried not to cry with laughter at the expression on his face.

"Such a child," I decided, pulling my hands away. "Whatever happens from here on out is definitely your fault."

He scoffed, as if ready to refute that fact, but before he could say anything, my brother's voice was heard.

"It's nice to see you actually conversing with people for a change, but maybe not my publisher."

Pietro and I turned and saw Y/B/N and Wanda approaching us. My brother seemed entertained by Pietro and I, looking between us with pre-conceived ideas that we may have already fancied each other, just like everyone else had tonight. Wanda, meanwhile, was watching me with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"He's good company, what can I say?" I joked, returning my brother's smile.

"Oh?" He raised a brow, knowing look in his eyes.

I rolled my own, trying not to laugh at his insinuation. There was no point trying to convince him otherwise.

"I was just giving Y/N here the best evening ever since she was moping around in the corner," Pietro explained nonchalantly, making me smack his arm.

"I was not moping!" I defended myself.

He shrugged, ghost of a smile on his lips. "Whatever you say."

I gave him a playful glare before focusing my attention to the couple before us.

"As lovely as it is to see whatever this is," my brother continued to make things awkward as he motioned between us, "I came to get Pietro. Someone from the press is here and has questions about the book."

At the mention of this, Pietro straightened up and neatened his bow tie, flashing my brother his most confident smile. "Lead the way, Y/B/N."

After assuring Wanda he'd be back in a second, Y/B/N let go of her waist and guided Pietro to the members of the press. Glad that he'd finally left her side, I looked to Wanda with a soft smile.

"Hey," I said quietly, glancing around before saying what I'd wanted to say all night. "You look radiant tonight, Wanda." 

Unexpectedly, she crossed her arms and pressed her lips together firmly. "How was your dance with Pietro?"

Her green eyes, literally green with envy, watched me with distaste. It didn't take long for me to recognise that familiar jealousy entwined in her expression because it was probably the same way I looked when she was with my brother. For some reason, this made me smile with amusement.

"He's a very good dancer," I said, half truthful and half trying to poke fun.

She wasn't amused. "Yeah, everybody saw. You've been all over him."

I covered my mouth, trying very hard not to laugh. "I mean, he's pretty funny to be around. I can totally see why everybody wants us to get married."

Her jaw clenched as she narrowed her eyes at me.

"C'mon, it's a joke," I said lightheartedly, nudging her in the arm. "You know that."

After internally debating whether or not to believe me, she relaxed her shoulders and unclenched her jaw. "I know."

"So, what's the problem?" I asked, raising a brow and smiling playfully.

She rolled her eyes. "Nothing."

My smile faded as I searched her eyes. "C'mon. What is it? You know you can tell me."

"Forget it, Y/N," she muttered, avoiding my eyes.

Realising she was still clearly bothered, I sighed dramatically, hoping to lighten the mood. Making sure my voice was low enough for only her to hear, I said, "I only danced with him to annoy our parents. Same with him. He's clearly not interested in me and neither I with him. That's why we get along so well." Teasing her once more, I added, "If circumstances were different, I'd like to think we'd be good friends. He's quite handsome, though I think the good looks are a Maximoff twin thing. Maybe if–"

"I'm in love with you!"

I paused, blinking, unsure if I'd heard correctly. Her cheeks were flushed as she looked to me with exasperation.

Glancing around to make sure nobody was attracted by her outburst, I swallowed hard. My heart was pounding in my ears as she said what I'd been struggling to accept for the past two months.

"What?" I breathed out, raising my brows with surprise.

She licked her lips, realisation replacing her look of admission. Opening her mouth to say something, she stepped forward, but my brother returned with an oblivious smile on his face and interrupted the moment.

"Wanda, the journalists want a picture of us for their article," he said enthusiastically, returning his arm around her waist and tugging her close, making my skin crawl.

Her gaze lingered on me for as long as she could before looking up to my brother with a halfhearted smile.

"Sure," she agreed reluctantly.

My brother nodded at me before leading Wanda away. She gave me one last look, her eyes trapped with unsaid words, before leaving with him. My mouth went dry as Wanda's words echoed in my mind. She was in love with me. And I knew I was in love with her, too. I had been for a while.

But wouldn't admitting that make this whole thing a lot more complicated?

—

"Will you stop shaking your hand? It's very distracting."

I stopped shaking my hand and gave my mum an apologetic glance before facing the door again. I was extremely eager and nervous to see Wanda again, as I hadn't been able to see her for the rest of the party last night.

Her words were permanently resounding in my mind all night, making it difficult to fall asleep. The reality of our situation had dawned on me and I knew that even though everything would become more difficult between us, I had to tell her that I felt the same way. The last thing I wanted was her panicking that I didn't. Because these last two months loving her in secret were better than anything I'd experienced in my life.

Iryna and my mum had made plans to hang out today, including Wanda and I in the plans without actually telling me until this morning. I didn't mind though as I was hoping it could be an opportunity for us both to finally speak.

The front door opened to reveal Iryna with a bright, inviting smile. She exchanged greetings with us both and ushered us inside instantly. There, waiting, was Wanda, looking as gorgeous as ever. A calm suddenly enveloped me as I looked to her, my heart fluttering in my chest more so than usual. She loved me and that thought alone made me feel giddy inside.

"You must come upstairs to the closet with me," Iryna insisted before I could utter a word to the brunette. "I've been very silly and impulse-ordered a bunch of new dresses. Of course, the only way to fix that is to try them on."

My mother laughed alongside her and the two of them looked to Wanda and I questioningly. I smiled their way, glancing at Wanda, before following them upstairs. Maybe later.

I spent the next hour trying on clothes against my own will, modelling them for Wanda and our mothers awkwardly. Ecstatic, our mothers threw their opinions out at me, but I was barely listening because all I could seem to focus on was a quiet Wanda. I couldn't read her mind for the life of me – she was getting better at hiding how she truly felt.

Wanda also tried some dresses on, still not as enthused as she usually was, but neither of our mothers seemed to take notice. I sat on the lounge sofa alongside them, eyes unable to look away from Wanda as she modelled the dresses. I had no words, my mind hazy and tongue tied as she stole my breath away for the millionth time. She was ethereal.

"...what do you think, Y/N?" Iryna asked, forcing me to look away from Wanda and to her. "She should keep this one, shouldn't she?"

I hummed in agreement, looking back to Wanda, who was avoiding my eyes. "She should. I don't think I've ever seen a dress so perfect for someone before."

Our mothers didn't seem to think much of my comment, but Wanda finally looked up, not ignoring me for the first time since I got here. I offered her a small smile, hoping she could see what I'd been wanting to say to her since last night. But she looked away, chewing on her lip and looking down.

"I'm gonna change," she mumbled, before turning to go back behind the curtain.

A sigh escaped my lips as I leaned back against the seat. I'd just have to find a spare moment.

Iryna and my mum proceeded to try on a bunch of dresses before we called it a day and were ready to eat lunch.

"I want you to have these, Y/N," Iryna told me as we all stood up, motioning to the pile of dresses on the arm of the sofa. "It's my gift to you."

I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, Iryna, you don't need to give–"

"Don't be ridiculous," she cut me off with a wave of her hand. "You're family now. Anything for my daughter-in-law."

I smiled awkwardly, not missing the eye roll from Wanda, before nodding. "Thanks..."

She looked to her daughter. "Wanda, medovyy (honey), can you help her pack them away and meet Y/M/N and I outside on the patio for some lunch?"

Wanda, having no other choice but to say yes, nodded and forced a smile in her mum's direction. "Sure, mum."

Our mothers fell into conversation as they left the room, finally leaving Wanda and I alone. I released a breath, grateful for the privacy, and looked to the Sokovian in question.

"You okay?" I asked slowly, wanting to find a start before erupting straight into my feelings.

She nodded, nibbling on her lip. She looked like she wanted to say something more, so I watched her patiently.

After a pause, when I thought she may just stay quiet forever, she spoke. "If what I said last night was out of line, I'm sorry."

I shook my head, a smile curling on my lips. "It wasn't. I'm in love with you, too."

Surprised, she finally met my gaze, eyes swirling with confusion. "You are?"

"Of course I am," I said quietly, stepping forward and taking her hands in mine. "I didn't mean to make you jealous last night. Pietro and I were genuinely just hanging out as friends."

She shook her head, eyes flickering between mine. "It doesn't matter about that. Forget it."

I still felt guilty, adding, "I know, but it does matter. I don't want to–"

She pressed her lips to mine quickly, cutting me off. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she tugged me closer with her other hand, making me gasp when my body touched hers. I kissed back, closing my eyes and moving my lips against hers in perfect sync.

I probably could have kissed her all afternoon, but the sound of the door opening made us both jump apart, startled. It was just a servant who was coming in to clean up the room. When she saw us, she gave us a small smile before moving around the room carefully. My eyes fell to Wanda's excited ones, and I smiled at her before nodding to the dresses.

"We should sort this out before they wonder what's taking so long," I told her, moving to pack them.

She nodded, grabbing my hand and squeezing it gently before helping me. We packed the dresses in no time before joining our mums out on the patio where they were sat with our lunch. I tried to keep my eyes off Wanda as our mothers spoke to us about God knew what, but it was hard when all I wanted to do was kiss her over and over, telling her just how much I loved her.

"...nice to see you both getting along lately," Iryna was talking, and I only zoned back in when I realised she was looking at me.

I blinked. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

Wanda stifled a smile as my mum gave me a disapproving look from across the table.

Iryna didn't seem to mind as she chuckled. "You and Pietro," she continued. "You both seemed very comfortable at the party last night."

I settled on a polite smile. "He's a gentleman. Very nice to be around, I guess."

Iryna smiled knowingly, exchanging glances with my mum before patting Wanda on the forearm, getting her attention. "How does that sound, dear? Your brother and Y/N together?"

I shook my head instantly, realising how she'd taken my words. "That's not what I meant."

Humming in response, Iryna continued to look to her daughter. "You may have to start sharing your new best friend with Pietro."

Remembering Wanda's jealousy last night, I spared her a glance of concern, hoping she wouldn't let this get to her. She was smiling, but her eyes were dimmed with dismay.

"Uh-huh," she played along with her mother's words, before using her fork to pick at her food.

As our mums began to talk about it, I found Wanda's hand under the table and laced my fingers in hers, hoping she'd know I only cared about one person and it was her. Though she didn't look up, her hand tightened around mine and she didn't let go.

The rest of the lunch went by as expected, though the more Iryna and my mother mentioned the wedding, the more Wanda and I grew uncomfortable. It was so much harder to hear about it when I knew my feelings were growing stronger for the brunette every day. By the end of the meal, my mother was happy to go back home and said I could stay to hang out with Wanda, which of course I did.

After bidding her a goodbye, I let Wanda drag me upstairs and to her bedroom, though the door closed when she spun around and pushed me against it, immediately kissing me. Before I could even question what was happening, she pulled away and looked at me through a half-lidded gaze.

"I don't want to share you with my brother, ever," she rasped out lowly, before licking her lips. "I don't want to share you with anyone."

She breathed out, her breath mingling with mine. Her hands rested on my waist before she reattached our lips, moving hers slower and more thoughtfully against mine.

I closed my eyes, grabbing her face and holding her gently, letting her slip her tongue between my lips and play with mine. Then she sucked on my lower lip, teeth nibbling gently at the sensitive skin, and made my insides go warm and fuzzy.

When she let go, she trailed kisses down my jaw and to my neck, having me at her mercy.

"Wanda," I moaned, hand moving to the back of her neck as I tried to regain some control of the situation, but the longer she sucked at the exposed skin, the more my knees wanted to buckle.

Already lowering my dress to my shoulders, her hand untied the back of it and I flushed at the contact of her fingers against me, not used to the feeling but also not opposed.

"Wanda, are you sure?" I asked between bated breaths, attempting to get her attention by tugging at her dress.

She pulled back, hand rising to my jaw and caressing it with her thumb as she looked between my eyes. Hers were dark, clouded with an arousal I hadn't seen before.

"I am," she said with certainty, before asking, "Are you?"

I swallowed hard, the warmth in my core growing hotter as she stared at me with lustful eyes and swollen lips. "Yes."

She gave me a slight smile before pressing her lips to mine again, allowing me to wrap my arms around her neck. I heard her lock the door behind me as I undid the top of her dress, struggling to do so without breaking contact from her. We moved to the bed clumsily, trying not to stumble over our discarded dresses, before I laid her down and straddled her.

Leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her neck, I felt her fingers grip my waist, keeping ahold of my body on hers. I shivered as her nails scratched gently against the skin and grew warm when she lifted herself up gently to get more comfortable, her clothed centre rubbing against mine.

Taking a breath, I pulled away and hovered over her, revelling in the beauty that was Wanda Maximoff. Her cheeks were dusted pink as she opened her eyes, green eyes sparkling desperately as they flickered between mine.

"I love you," I told her softly, leaning on my elbow and caressing her forehead.

She smiled, nails trailing up my back and sending shivers down my spine. "Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu."

I tried not to laugh as I tilted my head with confusion. She smiled a little wider, hand reaching for the back of my bra.

"I love you, too," she translated in English, hint of amusement in her eyes, before she managed to undo the bra strap.

I rolled my eyes at her attempt of mockery before chasing down her lips once more. Everything about the woman before me was absolute perfection and I was glad I could finally share how I felt about her without having to hide it anymore.

The potential consequences of our actions was not my concern right now... all I cared about was treating her with the respect and care she deserved.