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az-cain · 2 years ago

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Rhett Abbott NSFW Alphabet

i’m going to hell lmao

A: Aftercare

Rhett is the aftercare KING, he always has a bottle of water for you to drink and a soft rag to clean you up with, kissing over any marks he left, and murmuring sweet things as he cuddles you to sleep!! He was kinda touch-deprived as a kid, living in a quite conservative family and only seeing sex as a release rather than an opportunity for vulnerability, so now that he has you and the opportunity to be loved, he will cuddle you any chance he gets, especially after sex.

B: Body part

His favorite part of you is your ass. He loves to watch it jiggle (even if it doesn’t jiggle much) and will not hesitate to grab it when it’s 100% unwarranted. A very close runner-up is your thighs, which he loves to see get a little bigger when you sit, and will also grab for no reason.

His favorite body part on himself is his hands! He loves knowing that they’re capable of so much, that they let him lift things that many couldn’t, that he can make you feel so good with them. His other favorite is his own thighs: they’re wildly sensitive, something he didn’t know until you scratched down them with your nails when you were blowing him and he came faster than when he was a teenager.

C: Cum

Marking you up is his favorite part of oral, honestly. As much as he loves seeing you swallow him down, he’s a sucker for a pearl necklace, and it makes his refractory period nonexistent. He’s also not afraid to go down on you, and if you squirt, he is absolutely ecstatic and will try to get you to do it as often as possible.

D: Dirty Secret

He wants to get pegged 👍🏼. But that’s not really a secret anymore, now is it? Because while the two of you were watching porn together (typical couple behavior), a pegging video popped up in the recommended videos, you clicked it, and he absolutely whimpered. Watching the male actor ride the female’s strap-on had him burying his head in your shoulder and blood rushing to his cheeks with shame. Needless to say, the porn website was quickly abandoned in favor of a search to order a strap.

E: Experience

He was known as the town manwhore, obviously he’s pretty experienced. He won’t hesitate to try anything you want to try, because chances are it’s not his first go-around with it.

F: Favorite position

Doggystyle, because he gets a gorgeous view or your ass and thighs rippling every time he thrusts into you. I mean come on, what else would it be. It’s even better if there’s a mirror involved, because then he can see your face.

G: Goofy

It depends on your definition of goofy, but he doesn’t really try either way. He’ll make you laugh a little, but it’s just loving. The two of you function like a married couple; you’re best friends, and that means every aspect of your relationship has that fun part of him that makes you love him so much.

H: Hair

He stays well-washed, but shaving is too time-consuming and gets itchy, so he just leaves his body hair natural. He likes the hair on his head long enough that it drapes, but he can pull or gel it back if need be.

I: Intimacy

He’s a hopeless romantic through and through. Everything you do, he’s admiring you. He’s the kind of man to kiss your wedding ring and hold your hand as he fucks you ruthlessly into your mattress. He knows everything you like, and you come first for him, be that in your day-to-day life or in the bedroom.

J: Jerk off

He is not at all opposed to getting himself off, but it’s never as good as you. If he’s doing it, it’s fast. Just enough to hold him off until he sees you again after this trip, panting through his nose and clamping his lips shut so no one in the motel room next to him can hear. Sometimes, he’ll struggle with it and turn up at your door looking like a kicked puppy, horny as hell and completely unable to help himself.

K: Kink

He loves tying you up and being tied up himself An absolute sucker for complete loss of control, he always keeps some rope and Aquaphor (for aftercare) in his closet. He’s a master at tying knots, and loves to teach you, even in a non-sexual way. It’s just lovely to hear your little victory shout when you finally get it.

Public sex is another big one, but more on that below.

L: Location

He loves to rail you in or over his truck, usually after you tease him at the bar. Also, he loves doing it at home outside. The two of you will be stargazing on one of your pastures and he’ll just start kissing up your neck, begging you to be as loud as you want because no one but the cows can hear.

M: Motivation

Plain-old domesticity. He grew up watching his parents make pancakes and kiss each other on the cheek, but he never got that. He was always taking the blame for his brother’s mistakes, being sent out to tend the cattle on holidays because he was the last with a lover, and being told he wasn’t strong enough. You, letting him cry on your shoulder, petting his hair as you cuddle, wrapping your arms around his waist while he’s elbow-deep in dishes, make him so grateful that all he wants to do is make you feel good like you do for him.

N: No

He doesn’t want to do non-con. He is just not a fan of having to try and read whether he’s taking it too far, whether you’re scared to say your safeword, whether you’re hurting and can’t get it out, etc. He wants sex and your bedroom to be a safe place where neither of you have to worry about that.

O: Oral

I think that because Rhett was a manwhore for a while, he’s given head, but he wasn’t ever particularly good at it. When you’re town-famous for your dick and most of the people you screw are only there because of how good you ride bulls, most people aren’t too interested in your mouth. That being said, after you teach him what makes you feel good? He’s the master of oral sex— getting you over the edge within 5-10 minutes without fail.

P: Pace

It definitely depends on his mood, but usually if he’s setting it, he likes a good fast pace. That doesn’t mean that he won’t drag it out by edging you, but he likes the ache that the fast thrusts create in his thighs and hips. If you’re setting the pace, he absolutely loves a slow, deep, driving pace. Riding him until he’s whimpering and crying and begging you to come, or making him ride you slowly as you rock into that spot, his head buried in your neck and his tears running down your shoulder.

Q: Quickie

ALL THE TIME!! Before he leaves for a ride?? Quickie. When your alarm goes off to get ready for work? Quickie. If you’re teasing him with a hand on his thigh while he’s celebrating a win with some friends? Quickie.

R: Risk

As mentioned earlier, he’s down to try nearly anything except non-con. He loves to see you figure things out, and he always wants to give you the best experience possible.

S: Stamina

On the top, he pushes himself pretty hard, so he can last for hours, but then takes a while to get it back up. On the bottom, you can tease him for hours and he’ll cum as soon as you touch him. When he gets off fast, though, he can get it back up within minutes.

T: Toys

Other than the aforementioned strap-on (that came with two dildos) and a vibrating plug you used on him when you were first playing around, he doesn’t have many toys for himself. For you, however, he has many a vibrator that he’s more than willing to use to enhance your fun.

U: Unfair

If we count pictures/videos as teasing, he is so unfair. If you leave early for work and he wakes up hard, he’s sending you a mirror pic of his cock standing hard against his abs, one veiny hand wrapped around it while the other holds his phone. He’ll only tease if you’ve teased, but it goes back tenfold. If you edged him all day yesterday, today you won’t even be touched except for in the morning when he gets you right up to the edge and ruins it.

W: Wild Card

He really, really likes wearing your clothes. And makeup, too. It all feels dirty, having been told for his entire life that a man wearing women’s clothes was no man at all, but the first time he sees the pretty blouse and necklace on, he’s done for. The clothes are a bit tight on him, but he can’t get over the way your dresses look on his thighs, showing each and every muscle. You’ve even let him put on some lingerie once, the sheer panties doing wonderful, horrible things to both of you. For makeup, you will sit on his lap and do his makeup for hours, patiently awaiting his dark red kisses all over you as soon as you’re done.

X: X-Ray

This man… is so thick. He really brings the phrase “dick like a can of coke” to life. Probably about 6 inches when he’s hard, and the tip gets really red and absolutely leaks when you tease him. He’s uncut, because in my mind he was a home birth, his family having lived so far from a hospital.

Y: Yearning

He’s an absolute dog. He’s always bending you over something or feeling you up.

Z: Zzz…

He’ll go to sleep right after he can tell you’re asleep. He always wants you to go to bed first, so he knows you’re completely sated.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott pegging #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott fluff #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott/reader #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbott/female reader

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stephenjaymorrisblog · 2 months ago

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#A Childless Cat Dude

Stephen Jay Morris

9/23/2024

©Scientific Morality

Autumn came early to the Catskills this year. Yellow and brown leaves from the Walnut and Maple trees have already blanketed our front yard. Squirrels fight each other for exclusivity of a tree. I can hear them chattering to each other like the married couple/neighbors on the east side of our house. A family just across the highway has a flagpole waving Old Glory and a “Trump for president” flag beneath it. I wonder if they get paid for that.

I’m glad it’s raining. That family I mentioned includes four boys, a mom and a dad, the latter of whom makes sure the boys engage in daily physical activities, like basketball, pickleball, and riding around on mini-motor bikes. He doesn’t want his boys to waste time playing video games! Almost every day throughout Spring and Summer, you can hear them harping and laughing at each other. The youngest son might have Autism. He runs around the yard, screaming like a banshee while his mother sits on a plastic chair and stares at her cell phone. I have never heard him use any English words. Let the rain fall. I’d rather hear the tranquil rain drops on my windowpane than testosterone-fueled grunts and groans. I am not impressed by masculinity nor with Machiavellian Femineity.

Right wing propaganda lingers in the atmosphere like an elephant fart. You see, White Nationalists are concerned about the White birth rate falling below 65%. White people might become a minority in our country. Oh, the pain!

In case you haven’t figured it out yet, the anti-abortion movement is not about being humanitarian to the helpless, innocent fetus. It’s about increasing the White population. Why do you think they want to outlaw birth control, masturbation, anal sex, and premarital sex? To make America White again! Of course, they deny this allegation. They maintain that it’s all about a fetal heartbeat. Sure, it is. I’m certain that they’ll try their hardest to pass a law providing that if a White female doesn’t have a child before she’s 30, then she’ll be arrested and taken to a Jesus Camp where there are Aryan soldiers waiting for her in the Joy Division room.

So, one Republican, who shall not be named, declared that the Democrats are full of childless cat women. Ever since Eve—from the Garden of Eden fame—took a bite of the apple from the Tree of Knowledge, men have been engaged in goofy misogamy and vicious mistreatment. That, plus their view that if females don’t use their natural equipment to make babies, then they are useless. Talk about a double standard. If a male is a bachelor and has lots of sex, that’s okay. If a woman raises and rescues cats, then she is an old maid.

I tried having kids, but there were physical barriers and medical problems. Both my and my wife’s families have histories of mental illness. We would likely have had at least one mentally ill child. Also, I think I would have been a crummy father. Plus, I don’t have to send my cats to college.

Why do I have an affection for felines? Well, they are not high maintenance, like dogs are. Don’t get me wrong, however—I am a dog lover, too! But cats, they don’t need to be walked, and there is no need to carry around a poop bag because they bury their own waste in an indoor “litter box.” Some say cats are aloof. It may seem that way, but in actuality, they are deep thinkers, contemplating your soul or listening to sounds that are up to two miles away. The only complaint I have about cats is their proclivity to knead furniture. Kneading is natural to them, so we easily solved this problem by providing our cats with a cat tree and other kitty-specific scratching posts.

No way am I anthropocentric, nor am I deontological. However, despite philosophical polemics, I trust my cats more than I would a CIA agent. If I’m missing some money from my wallet, I’m not going to blame my cats! Animals are far more trustworthy than Republicans.

So, in conclusion, I am a Childless Cat Dude and proud of it!

#stephenjaymorris #poets on tumblr #american politics #anarchism #anarchopunk #anarchocommunism #satire #baby boomers #poets of tumblr #anarcho primitivism #anarcho syndicalism #anarchofeminism #anarchocapitalism

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anjanahalo · 1 year ago

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Hi, Hello! All Hayes Code Lovers

If you look at the Hayes code and go "Well, they have a point..." Most likely you're looking at one of the Sexual restrictions. You fear things getting too sexual, too explicit, and how advertising will become like how it is in the video game Cyberpunk 2077: constant allusions to sex. 1: I'm sorry, you live in that world already. It's only subtle because you grew up with it, but I guarantee your great grandpappy would be appalled at the sexual advertising of today you gloss over as normal. One generations "grossly sexual" is another's "why wouldn't a married couple have the same bed?" 2: Such restrictions always mean "other" relationships are censored By Other I include interracial as the Hayes code would, but it also includes anything different than cishet and married. If they aren't the most conventional Male and Female of the Hwite Gender and interested in popping out at least 2.5 kids in their first five years of marriage, then it was Improper. 3: Are you interested in complex villains and heroes? Not under the Hayes code! The good guys are good and the bad guys die at the end. No ambiguity 4: What about the gays? They can exist but they must either be villains or dead by the end. Where you you think the Bury your Gays trope came from? 5: I'm too tired to list everything else Just know that the hayes code was out to snuff any view that wasn't white cisheteronomrative monogamy and pure "the cops are always right" justice

#The Hayes Code Sucks #Hayes code #I can't spell

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prolifeproliberty · 11 months ago

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A note to my followers: I am 100% aware that arguing with this person will go absolutely nowhere. Please do not waste any significant amount of your time. I’m going to address a couple points here and then leave well enough alone after that.

“You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery’; but I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart.”

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭5‬:‭27‬-‭28‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬

”Some Pharisees came to Jesus, testing Him and asking, “Is it lawful for a man to divorce his wife for any reason at all?” And He answered and said, “Have you not read that He who created them from the beginning made them male and female, and said, ‘For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh’? So they are no longer two, but one flesh. What therefore God has joined together, let no man separate.” They said to Him, “Why then did Moses command to give her a certificate of divorce and send her away?” He said to them, “Because of your hardness of heart Moses permitted you to divorce your wives; but from the beginning it has not been this way. And I say to you, whoever divorces his wife, except for immorality, and marries another woman commits adultery.”

The disciples said to Him, “If the relationship of the man with his wife is like this, it is better not to marry.” But He said to them, “Not all men can accept this statement, but only those to whom it has been given. For there are eunuchs who were born that way from their mother’s womb; and there are eunuchs who were made eunuchs by men; and there are also eunuchs who made themselves eunuchs for the sake of the kingdom of heaven. He who is able to accept this, let him accept it.”

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭19‬:‭3‬-‭12‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬

You promote a false gospel - one that says grace means sin doesn’t matter (or specifically sexual sins that you approve of - I bet there’s a lot of things you would still consider worthy of condemnation.)

The true Gospel is this: we are all sinners. We cannot on our own cease being sinners. Our very hearts are turned toward sin and not toward God. Whether that sin is lust, adultery, greed, violence, deceit - we all do it. The Gospel doesn’t say our sin is no longer sin. It says our sin is paid for.

When we tell “queer” Christians (or straight Christians for that matter) that they are sinning when they have sex outside a heterosexual marriage, we are not saying that God’s grace is insufficient for them. We’re saying God’s grace is big enough to cover every sin, including sexual sins. But if someone clings to their sin and doesn’t want it forgiven, then God will not forgive it. That applies to the “queer” Christian and the guy who’s on wife number 3 and has a girlfriend on the side.

”for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, being justified as a gift by His grace through the redemption which is in Christ Jesus; whom God displayed publicly as a propitiation in His blood through faith. This was to demonstrate His righteousness, because in the forbearance of God He passed over the sins previously committed; for the demonstration, I say, of His righteousness at the present time, so that He would be just and the justifier of the one who has faith in Jesus.“

‭‭Romans‬ ‭3‬:‭23‬-‭26‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬

And I was going to pick out a couple verses from Romans 6, but let’s just do the whole chapter:

”What shall we say then? Are we to continue in sin so that grace may increase? May it never be! How shall we who died to sin still live in it? Or do you not know that all of us who have been baptized into Christ Jesus have been baptized into His death? Therefore we have been buried with Him through baptism into death, so that as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, so we too might walk in newness of life. For if we have become united with Him in the likeness of His death, certainly we shall also be in the likeness of His resurrection, knowing this, that our old self was crucified with Him, in order that our body of sin might be done away with, so that we would no longer be slaves to sin; for he who has died is freed from sin.

“Now if we have died with Christ, we believe that we shall also live with Him, knowing that Christ, having been raised from the dead, is never to die again; death no longer is master over Him. For the death that He died, He died to sin once for all; but the life that He lives, He lives to God. Even so consider yourselves to be dead to sin, but alive to God in Christ Jesus. Therefore do not let sin reign in your mortal body so that you obey its lusts, and do not go on presenting the members of your body to sin as instruments of unrighteousness; but present yourselves to God as those alive from the dead, and your members as instruments of righteousness to God. For sin shall not be master over you, for you are not under law but under grace.

“What then? Shall we sin because we are not under law but under grace? May it never be! Do you not know that when you present yourselves to someone as slaves for obedience, you are slaves of the one whom you obey, either of sin resulting in death, or of obedience resulting in righteousness? But thanks be to God that though you were slaves of sin, you became obedient from the heart to that form of teaching to which you were committed, and having been freed from sin, you became slaves of righteousness.

“I am speaking in human terms because of the weakness of your flesh. For just as you presented your members as slaves to impurity and to lawlessness, resulting in further lawlessness, so now present your members as slaves to righteousness, resulting in sanctification. For when you were slaves of sin, you were free in regard to righteousness.

“Therefore what benefit were you then deriving from the things of which you are now ashamed? For the outcome of those things is death. But now having been freed from sin and enslaved to God, you derive your benefit, resulting in sanctification, and the outcome, eternal life. For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.“

‭‭Romans‬ ‭6‬:‭1‬-‭23‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬

I'm still going through your whole blog, so I may find an answer, but why is queer attraction so bad? Lust is lust, and in my opinion, if it's a sin when it's two ladies, it's a sin if it's a lady and a dude. Then again, the Catholic side of my family has been nothing but supportive regarding my queer identity, and I'm not gay as much as I am asexual. Just a query.

I don’t see anything wrong with asexuality. The Bible never says there’s anything wrong with not wanting to have sex. In fact, the Apostle Paul calls it a blessing (although he notes in that passage that he’s speaking on his own, not from God).

You’re right that lust is always bad. God created sexuality for specific purposes, and He designed it to be used in the marital union between one man and one woman. Anything outside of that marital union is not good. That includes sex outside of marriage and homosexual relationships.

The only reason why Christians focus so much on homosexuality is because we see people tying this particular sin into their identity, which is a fatal error. We focus on it out of concern for those who are essentially about to jump off a spiritual cliff.

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redheadspark · 2 years ago

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Hey could I get something where the reader is Anthony best friend but Benedict is in love with her and a bit jealous/insecure

A/N: This is an interesting request, anon! Thanks for the request though!

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Summary: Benedict doesn't know how to tell his brother's best friend he's in love with her So he doesn't. He draws instead

Warnings: A HINT of Angst but most fluffy fluff!

"If you scowl long enough, you'll get wrinkles before you should, dear brother,"

Benedict and looked over at Eloise, seeing her smirk at him with her book tucked under her arm. He was about to start as rebutual at her when he heard a chorus of laughter in front of him. Both Benedict and Eloise looked, seeing you and Anthony laughing together with massive grins and relaxed shoulders. Even the way that Anthony was leaning against you and you were trying not to snort from a joke he told you made Benedict sigh.

And inwardly jealous.

He had feelings for you for years, ever since you came out at the beginning of the Season and caught some of the attention of the other bachelors that were in attendance. Of course, she did catch Benedict's eye when she walked in on her older brother's arm. The way you hair shined under the chandelier, the softness of your skin in contrast to your dark green dress that your mother picked out for the evening, it made his heart stop for a moment as you saw him and timidly wave.

Up till that point, you were simply a family friend. Your mothers knew each other since they were young, you grew up together and you played together since you could walk. You were younger than Anthony but older than Benedict, the three of you played plenty together as children but you were a bit closer to Anthony as you got older. Perhaps it was the vigor of life that Anthony had, the spur of adventure that he always craved as the eldest of his family clan that drew you in, but as the years came and went, Benedict wondered if he would ever bury his feelings for you.

If it was possible that is.

"Have you told her your feelings?" Eloise had to ask, Benedict snorted as you were calming yourself down from the random laughing tangent, "Ones does not know the intentions of another if they don't say anything,"

"What would she say?" Benedict asked in a shrug, seeing the lightness in your eyes and the freckles along your nose and cheeks making you look like you were glowing, "I'm not as cunning or as adventurous as Anthony,"

He hated comparing himself to his older brother. Anthony already had enough on his plate as the Viscount, and although that pressure lessened a bit since he married Kate and they've been blissfully happy as a married couple, he still felt like he had to jump through some hoops in order to be at the same caliber as the head of the Bridgerton family. Sure, he was more rambunctious and a bit on the aloof side. But Benedict still had a heart, and it always went tender when you were in the room.

"Cunning and a thirst for adventure may be lacking, but you strive in ambition and sympathy," Eloise reasoned with Benedict as he looked away from you again at his young sister, whom gave him a genuine smile was no longer snarky, "Ambition and Sympathy, in my option as a female, are far more valued attributes that a woman tries to seek in a male companion ,"

"Says the sister who would prefer to have her nose in a book," Benedict cooly replied, in which Eloise rolled her eyes.

"Well then, if you don't wish to proclaim your love to her with words," Eloise paused, then gesturing to your clasp hands in front of you, "Use your skill,"

Benedict was about to ask her what she meant when Eloise walked away, over to yourself and Anthony. Both yourself nag Anthony greeted her, and your eyes flickered over to Benedict for a small moment. Benedict gave a small glance, a smile on his face as you beamed at him and nodded once. He then knew what Eloise meant, and an idea popped into his head. Ambitious, yes. Daring, possibility. Social Suicide, mostly like.

But he's going to try in the best way he can.

"Good evening, Benedict," You perked up from hearing Benedict walk into the room. You were reading a new novel that Eloise shared with you, Kate reading next to you as the cool spring rain was about to come into the area, bringing in the fresh scent of upcoming rain from the open window. He bowed to the pair of you, in which you both nodded in acknowledgement, "I take it you wish to read with us?"

"It does sound rather tempting given the upcoming weather," Benedict hummed to Kate as the three of you looked out the window.

"I heard you and the other gentlemen were going to go hunting," You said to him, "I'm sorry you couldn't go,"

"Nonsense, there will be time to hunt later on as the season get better, " Benedict reassured you, "I actually wish to speak to you in private, if that's alright?"

You were silent, nodding your head with a small smile as Kate merely grinned and closed her book, "I'm in need of some tea any who. I suppose my husband is in the study?"

Benedict nodded his head, Kate grinning as she squeezed his arm before she walked out of the parlor. It left the pair of you there in the room, alone. He was still standing in front of you, almost looking rather nervous and uneasy with you giving him your full attention. He took in a shaky breath, having you look at him in worry. "Are you alright, Benedict?" You asked, placing your own book on the loveseat next to you as you folded your hands in your lap. Benedict nodded his head, trying to collect myself as you grinned, "I have never seen you frazzled in this nature before."

"I have something to show you, and I wish to only think that it'll get positive praise when I show you what....what I drew," Benedict explained, making your smile grow,

"I always love what you draw, Benedict," You reassured him, which was true. You loved how he drew and how he expressed himself in his art. Benedict would show you constantly what he worked on, whether it was a sketched or a full canvas piece. You saw the raw talent he had, that pure talent that you knew was rare. So Benedict took out a folded paper, that seemed perfectly folded and the creases were minimal. Being patient, you watched as he was thinking to himself for a long moment before he finally sat down on the spare spot in the loveseat. Once he was seat, he placed the paper in your hand, almost inwardly regretting his actions as he was unfolding the paper with ease.

Once you saw what was there on the surface, you gasped.

It was a beautiful silhouette of a woman, the delicate and gorgeous lines that moved along the shoulders and in the loose waves of the hair was entrancing. Your eyes scanned over the face, seeing the dip in the nose and the roundness of the cheeks, as well as the smooth lips and small yet contained chin. It took you a moment, a long moment with Benedict watching in anticipation, to realize who it was that he drew.

He drew you.

"I'm not one with words," He explained, almost sounding unsure with the way your eyes were bright on the paper and your smile seemed so genuine and so kind, "Especially with how I feel and how I wish to express it. But I have been told that art is another way of expressing one self, and I wish to show you....if I may be bold enough to share and tell you....how I feel about you,"

"Oh, Benedict," You said in a shock, reaching with your spare hand to touch the paper with your fingers to feel if this was real. You could see it in the picture alone, the long hours of dedication and discipline that he had to work though in order to make this look beyond perfect. You have seen plenty of his work and thought of it was genius and original. Not one bad piece of art was bad in your opinion.

But this, is was beyond words.

"I have found myself having feelings for you for some time," He explained as you were feeling your heart swell and your fingers tingling from hearing his proclamation to you, "We have known each other since we were children, and my adoration for you as only grown throughout the fast few years. I've never found the proper way to tell you, and I feared for a moment that I lost that because of Anthony,"

"Anthony?" You asked him, looking at him with a concern look as he gave you a sheepish gaze, "Benedict, I only ever saw him as a friend. And I happen to like his wife nowadays,"

Benedict grinned as you joked with him, "I know that, and perhaps I was blinded my own emotions towards you to realize that. But I feel as though I can only show you what i see when you come into the room, and how seeing you with your smile and hearing your laugh makes my own heart feel more--"

You silence him with a kiss.

It was instant, the spark deep within your chest you never thought you would have with another was now evident and felt all over your skin as Benedict was shocked from your kiss. But ti took him a solid second before he reached up to frame your face with his artistic fingers. You leaned into him, the pair of your acting as if you were no longer fighting those feelings that felt deep rooted any longer.

You weren't.

He had no idea you were just a smitten with him. That you thought his smile along was enough to hang the stars in the sky at night. That his boyish nature and charm was infectious and made your own heart stumble a bit. That his passion for art was inspiring and enchanting to witness as a spectator. He had no clue you confided in Anthony in how to approach Benedict, to tell him how you felt.

"My brother is a kind soul, but he is a bit daft at times," Anthony said to you once when you two were talking together, you listening on wrapped attention as Anthony went on, "It's better to act on your feelings then say it,"

"Wont that be too bold?" You asked sheepishly, Anthony shrugged.

"We Bridgertons are known to be bold," He replied.

Once you pulled away from Benedict, whom seemed to be chasing after your lips with a lot of fondness on his face, you could see that you made the right choice after all. The look of shock and loved mixed together was etched all over his face and in his eyes. It was the rarest look that you never saw on him before, and all from a kiss.

"That was bold of me," You said in a gasp, though there was no remorse on his face.

"On the contrary, it was perfect," He replied smoothly back at you, making you blush madly and try to hide your face with a hint of embarrassment. But Benedict's hands were still framing your face, keeping your stare on him as he peered into your eyes once more, "We're both at fault in not knowing express our feelings,"

"Agreed," You replied, "Though, we did it on our own terms,"

"Agreed," He hummed, then peering at your lips against briefly as you grinned, "May I be bold as to kiss you again?"

"You don't have to ask," You replied. You both kissed again, too consumed with one another and the new love that is blossoming as the drawing of your silhouette glided to the floor near your feet.

Benedict was more engrossed with the living masterpiece in his arms. Finally.

#benedict bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict x reader #benedict bridgerton #fanfiction #writing #luke thompson #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton fandom

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audreydoeskaren · 3 years ago

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do you know Chinese symbolism for homosexuality?

tw homophobia, pedophilia

Hi again, for gay men there are a couple really well known ones but I’m not sure if they were real or fabricated, because all the articles describing them always cite the same couple sources from Antiquity... I tried to verify them but the only articles that didn’t copy and paste from the same source came across as extremely homophobic, so I decided to give up. The most common and reliable one is probably 断袖 or “cut sleeve”, which I mentioned in a previous ask. I would like to use this opportunity to talk about some tangential but more important topics regarding homosexuality in China though.

As a followup to my previous ask where I said I'd look through some Ming and Qing novels to see how homosexuality was perceived at the time, the conclusion I (unfortunately) came to was that homophobia was very much alive and well in Chinese literature and society. A lot of people like to argue that gay people fared pretty well in China historically by either pointing to emperors who were or were rumored to be gay or time periods where gay sex was prevalent as a form of consumption. This is extremely shallow and also kind of Orientalist in my opinion, these arguments always go for the emperors and do not take nuance into consideration or dive into wider societal discourses on homosexuality in imperial China. If you research homosexuality in Europe by only looking at royalty, you’ll find plenty of homosexual behavior too, does that mean gay people had it very easy in Europe historically?? Not to mention that they usually don’t differentiate between dynasties, let alone centuries or decades, even though public opinion on homosexuality in China (or anywhere in the world tbh) could change very quickly. This is also sort of Orientalist, assuming “imperial China” to be a never changing entity with a never changing stance on homosexuality. Since I know nothing prior to the Ming Dynasty I’ll share some of my random findings on homosexuality and homophobia in the Ming, Qing and 20th century.

Gayness as disease

Nowadays the symbol of the cut sleeve is just a benign historical allusion but historically it seems that it was used in a negative and condemning sense, implying that people thought of homosexuality as a disease or deviation from the norm. The common phrase used for the cut sleeve is "断袖之癖", usually translated as "the passion of the cut sleeve" nowadays, but the meaning of the word 癖 here leans more toward "fetish", "obsession" or "hobby" with pathological connotations. I thought maybe this word had a different, nuanced meaning historically but it seems that it was used to describe what it means :(( The only silver lining is probably that with the progression of language it isn’t offensive anymore.

In a lot of popular novels from the Ming and Qing, homosexuality was depicted as a "perversion" and a decadent lifestyle that plagues morality, and gay characters were often either killed or straightened out by the end of the story. An example of this is the story 黄九郎 Huang Jiulang from the series 聊斋志异 Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio by 蒲松龄 Pu Songling written in the 17th century. In this story, one of the protagonists was gay; he died after confessing his love to the other guy in a very fast paced bury your gays arc which somehow reminded me of the Supernatural finale, and reincarnated as a straight man because of his piety. Thanks I hate it. Pu uses the symbol of the cut sleeve to refer to the protagonist, presumably in a negative manner.

Gayness as power/status symbol

Another thing was that historically in China a lot of people confused homosexuality with pedophilia. This is a global thing, but its presence in China is often overlooked. This could be seen in the popularity of another term for homosexuality, "娈童", meaning something similar to "pederasty". I read somewhere that since the late Ming, pederasty was considered a type of tasteful consumption for high society, along with things like fashion, food, music and art. This was not equivalent to the "cut sleeve" or homosexuality as we know it nowadays, which refers to a personal sexual orientation, pederasty historically often refers to an imbalanced power dynamic where a wealthy, privileged man takes advantage of a young boy as a leisurely activity. It’s more to show off that someone in a position of privilege and wealth has the power to procure sexual objects, gender and age don’t matter much in this regard. I cannot help but cringe violently whenever someone brings up pederasty as proof of China’s historical “openness” toward gay people. Talk to me again when in this time and place you could marry someone of your sex (not a minor) and be considered a respectable couple instead of two jerks with a degenerate fetish (not saying that gay people have to marry, it’s just that the ability to do so is an important indicator of equality imo). Pedophilia and homosexuality are not one and the same good heavens.

I hypothesize that the reason why Chinese society was historically homophobic despite having no religious condemnation of homosexual individuals was the idea that having many concubines and male children was a status symbol for men. Women of marriageable age were seen more or less as commodities and male children could supposedly "continue the bloodline" 传香火 and were vessels for passing down prestige, so having them were of utmost importance to a privileged man. Being just gay or lesbian, however, meant that you didn't perform the "man strong working woman weak making babies" heteronormative family prototype, and was thus prone to criticism. When gay men didn’t have children they “couldn’t continue their bloodline” and were emasculated, when gay women didn’t have children they failed to “fulfill their duties as a woman” and were shamed.

It kind of makes sense considering how being bisexual was never a problem in comparison, especially for men. If you were a rich guy who had both male and female partners, you would still have children and concubines both male and female so nobody gives a shit. Emperor Zhengde of the Ming (reign 1505-21) was presumably bisexual and had both male and female lovers, nobody had a bone to pick with that; he famously liked to fuck around but those who criticized him did so for his debauchery instead of focusing on the gender of his partners. This is different to homophobia in Europe where same sex attraction was considered evil and immoral in and of itself because of religious reasons, in China it was rather the other practical implications of homosexuality (not having children or a family) that attracted hate.

By the way can we just take a moment to talk about bi erasure in Chinese history. From all accounts of Emperor Zhengde I’ve read he comes across as extremely bisexual, but a lot of people try to make him a gay icon? I mean, he liked women too.

One interesting homophobic angle in ye olde China which I find kind of funny was straight women who wanted to climb the social ladder by marrying rich men talking shit about them after figuring out they were gay lmao. Historically, there were not so many work opportunities for women, so the easiest way to improve social standing was to marry a rich and powerful guy. Not saying that women didn't work, they did but their upward social mobility was restricted because they couldn't enter the imperial examination system which was how men became rich and powerful. This angle is relatively benign and kind of helps illustrate that historical Chinese homophobia was indeed fueled by classism and patriarchy.

Gayness as crime

I used to think that there were no anti-sodomy statutes in China (laws prohibiting sex between gay men), but it turns out that there was one decree in the Jiajing era (1521-67) and one in 1740, and private gay sex was not actually decriminalized until 1957. Same sex marriage is still not legal in China at time of writing. I couldn’t find detailed information on what these laws entailed or how they were enforced, but they’re enough to prove that homosexuality in China was legally punishable from the 16th century onward. On top of that, even when there was no law prohibiting private sex acts between people of the same sex, displays of gay affection such as kissing or holding hands could still be legally punished under “public indecency” or “hooliganism”, which was frequently what happened in the 20th century.

#lgbt #queer history #chinese history #gay #mlm #ming dynasty #qing dynasty #republican era

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clouddd-hannn · 3 years ago

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ONCE WAS MINE

Chapter Zero

COUPLE: Kim Seungmin x M!Reader

GENRE: Angst, Fluff

WARNINGS: Infidelity, mentions of Minnie fucking a girl and female genitals, (decided to put this up 'cause you might be uncomfy with it),

SUMMARY: After breaking up with your boyfriend, Kim Seungmin, you decided to live your life to the fullest with no one stopping you, eventually meeting a man named Hyunjin whom you became lovers with. 10 years had already passed and everything seems to be going great...until you found out that Hyunjin's best friend who is also a renowned novel writer was Seungmin.

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"Min?" You called out to your boyfriend who was busy finishing his plates for his Architecture major, pens and pencils spread out on the wide table as he drew different lines, shapes, and angles on the white cartolina.

Seungmin hummed as to acknowledge you, chuckling as he felt you wrap your arms around his waist. With that, he stopped and stood up properly, turning to face you with a huge smile, his eyes turning into crescents. "What's wrong, darling? Do you need my attention, hm?"

You nodded eagerly as you buried your head on his chest, inhaling his natural musk. The other male let out a sigh, finding you cute before he placed his hands on your hips, sinking his nose on the top of your head, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo before he began humming a sweet tune as he led you to a slow dance, as if you two were married couples listening to the radio as it played 'Can't Help Falling in Love'.

"You know, Seungmin. You were the first ever person I have dated and probably my first to everything and I'm more thankful that you are my best friend. Time go by quickly that I almost wish this never ends," you stated as you hugged the other tighter as if you were afraid he'll leave.

"Darling, I am thankful to have you as my boyfriend and I don't think I'll be able to love another person like how I love you. You're the most precious gem in my life and I wouldn't dare let go of you, through thick and thin, through odds and evens," Seungmin stated as he placed his hands on your cheeks, making you look up.

The other male smiled lovingly as he kissed your forehead, you two closing your eyes as you bask in the warmth that radiated off of your bodies. You could never get tired at how warm his body was against yours.

"Min-ah, October is our anniversary, right?" You asked the other who nodded, giggling as his mind began to brainstorm of how he would surprise you. I mean, he was always full of tricks up his sleeves and you can never know what goes on in his sexy brain.

You two began dating back when you were in your freshmen year in college but you two met way back in middle school and you never noticed the harboring feelings that Seungmin was trying to hide from you. Back then, you hated him just because you were constantly compared to him so imagine the shock on your face when he suddenly offered to be your tutor.

And from that day on, you two became inseperable, considering yourselves as the best of friends. When at times some students would talk behind your back, Seungmin was always there to back you up and you did the same to the other.

The taller male was obviously so in love with you but you were so dense to not even notice not one bit of his feelings. I mean, he obviously offers to walk you home when his was in the opposite direction, treat you to boba teas, follows you around like a lost puppy, gave you chocolates and roses on Valentines Day yet you disregarded it as 'platonic'.

That was all so obvious so who wouldn't notice his crush on you? Of course, you. But all of Seungmin's efforts was rewarded with a beautiful prize: you fell in love with him. Then, he courted you during your last two years of high school so you were still puzzled as to why he still loved you until now. Does he not grow tired of me? I just hope he doesn't. You always thought everytime you began doubting your relationship.

"M/N?" Seungmin called out, cutting you out of your trance as you hummed, the other male giggling as he pulled you closer. "I'm so happy that we're together. The day you finally said 'yes', I probably was the happiest man alive," he stated before he placed a peck on your forehead once more.

You smiled into his chest as you hugged him tighter, not wanting to let go. "I'm happiest when I'm with you, Seungmin. I can't believe it took me years to realize you actually had a crush on me," you stated with a small chuckle before you felt Seungmin grab the back of your knees, making you jump as you hugged onto his waist with your legs, the other male holding onto you as if you were a fragile object, which you were and he wouldn't dare do anything to hurt you.

"I always want to be the reason behind your smiles, darling. And up until now, that is my first and foremost goal. I'd hate to see the day that I'll ever make you frown, make you cry. It'll pain me as much if I ever see you cry," he stated as you held onto his shoulders, adjusting your position before you placed a kiss on his lip, pulling away as you laid your forehead on his, both chuckling before he slowly placed you down on the kitchen counter. "I'm sure you're hungry so I'll go order some dinner from the nearby food place. Be back in a jiffy."

You nodded at him as he placed an arm on your waist and kissed your forehead before pulling away as he waved goodbye and grabbed his wallet. You smiled as he threw you a kiss, you catching it as you placed it on your chest, the other chuckling as you did.

And as he left, you couldn't help but scream out in joy as you got off the counter, going towards the living room's sofa and grabbed one cushion, hugging it as you laid down on the sofa. You weren't like this before but maybe you've fallen hard for the male. To his cute mole, to his eye smiles, to his everything.

Seungmin was your first in a lot of things. First kiss, first best friend, first boyfriend, and any firsts you can even think of. Seungmin was a very soft male who always took care of you after your 'bed' session, he never leaves you uncleaned.

It was always Seungmin who was very intimate and very suggestive, usually at times when he's stressd out or just plain in the mood which was everyday since he has such a high sex drive. Too high you can almost see the stars.

You sighed in relief as you reminisced your happy moments with your boyfriend, the one who was always with you in almost every hard times you were in. He'd help you in anyway he can.

Just as you were about to sit up, you heard your stomach rumble, indicating that you were already hungry. "The nearby fast food is just a few walks away. Why is he taking long?" You mumbled to yourself as you took your phone from your hoodie's pockets. "Where is he?"

You sat up on the couch before you tsked and placed your phone on top of the coffee table that was in front of you. Suddenly, the door bursted open, revealing a breathy Seungmin who held onto his knees, trying to catch his breath. "Seungmin? Did you run?"

As if forgetting he was living with you, he flinched in surprise as he clutched on his shirt before he sighed and nodded. "Y-Yeah, I did. I was being chased by dogs and the nearest convenience store was closed," he lied yet you didn't recognize it as one. You knew Seungmin wouldn't lie.

"That's totally fine. We can still order takeout," you stated before you took out your phone and patted the spot next to you, Seungmin chuckling before he sat down...not minding the sweet-scented perfume that you can smell.

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"Sorry, M/N. I have to go early."

"Pumpkin, don't wait for me. You can sleep if you feel tired, okay? I might return late because of group meetings."

"Ah, I have to pass my professor this one project. I can't today."

"I won't come home tomorrow. I'll be at a friends'."

"I'm meering with my groupmates today and tomorrow. Let's move our date next week, yeah?"

All those statements, all those excuses, all of those bullshit which you always answered with an 'okay'...you accepted them. And now, you decided to brush those thoughts away so you can spend some quality time with your boyfriend.

"M/N, pumpkin. Are you going to cook pork cutlets later?" Seungmin asked you as he draped his arms around you figure, making you smile as you continued to whisk the mixture that was in the bowl, you two were planning on giving yours and his friends macarons.

"Well, I guess. It's been a while since you've come home early, considering how much of a busy person you are," you stated as you wiped your hands on your apron before facing Seungmin and squished his cheeks, the other smiling as he pulled you closer.

"Just thinking about it makes me hungry. I can already smell it," he stated before he began laughing, you doing the same as you held his shoulders. "I can't wait to go home and eat your cooking."

If that was so, why was he running late? You thought as you looked at the well-prepared table, food placed neatly, utensils in place. At this point, the food has now gone cold. What did you expect? He was a busy person.

Sighing, you paced back to the living room and brought your knees up to your chest. You placed your head down and decided to wait for him, eventually drifting off to sleep.

Apparently, you were a light sleeper so once you heard the clacking of shoes, you woke up and saw Seungmin entering.

"Where have you been?" You asked, the other flinching before he looked at you, your eyes glazed with anger as you stood up from the couch. "You told me you'd be home tonight but guess what happened? You didn't show up! This isn't the first time that this happened, Seungmin."

"Pumpkin, you gotta understand that I also am a busy man and I need a lot of things to manage," he lied as he neared you, a small smile plastered on his lips yet you just scoffed at him.

"Okay, fine! Let's say you were a busy man. But even on weekends? I was supposed to have a night out with my friends but I declined, saying we were going to spend some time together but you didn't even show up," you stated as he stopped in his tracks, a scowl evident on your face.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie but I—"

"I've had enough of your lies, Seungmin," you stopped him, the sadness inside of you morphing into what seemed like anger, biting your lip to hold back the tears that were tempting to drop from your eyes. "Are we even okay? It's starting to feel like were slowly crumbling down into bits of pieces with nothing to bring us back together—Min, do you still love me like back then or are you just faking it nkw?"

"I-I do, M/N. I really do!" Seungmin answered before he let out a low chuckle then moved to the kitchen, grabbing the bowl of pork cutlets you made. "We can still make this dinner work! We can, um, heat this babies up and then we eat. Easy as pie, right?"

You just sighed as you shook your head, looking down at your feet before deciding to hit the hay. "You go do that. I'm tired of having to keep up with your pace, Seungmin. I'm gonna call this a night. Good night," you stated and walked up the stairs, ignoring the frown that was displayed on Seungmin's strikingly handsome features.

Ever since that day, you could sense Seungmin was hiding something from you, you knew he was lying. He has never lied to you before...was this new? When did it start?

The moment you smelled someone else's scent on him? That was three months ago. Or was it the day you saw his hair disheveled, a familiar red mark evident on his neck and excused it as a mosquito bite? That was two months ago. Or was it when you found out he was cheating on you.

For days, you've been wondering why Seungmin would cheat on you. Thinking what you have been missing, what he didn't find in you that he found in someone else. What was the exact problem between you two? Nobody knew.

It was days ago when you found out he was cheating on you when you heard him talking downstairs in the kitchen, still thinking you were asleep. "C'mon, doll. It won't take long. I promise, my roommate doesn't know about you and me. He's really dumb actually to even notice. You can come over tomorrow."

And at that point, you broke into tears as you never left your bedroom the whole day, your friends growing suspicious.

Currently, it was 11:34 in the evening and you were waiting for Seungmin, who told you not to wait for him, to arrive. You were watching 'World of the Married', the part when the main protagonist found out her husband was cheating on him with a younger woman.

Just seconds later, you heard someone inputting the password on the lock, making you sigh as you waited for Seungmin to spot you. "Yeah, yeah. I've arrived home, baby. I think he's already asleep at this hour," he stated, making you groan internally as you pretended to sleep on the couch, trying to drown yourself in slumber.

The next few days, every student had noticed how you've became more distant with Seungmin who still didn't know you found out. Even if breaking up was where you two were headed, you didn't want that to happen. You loved him so much that you didn't care if he was cheating on you but this was the last straw.

One time, you were cleaning up the bedroom when you decided to call Seungmin. After one ring, he picked up. "Seungmin? Hello? Are you not coming home?"

"Erm...who's this?"

The voice of a woman has you clenching your fist as you bit your lip in anger. "It's...his dorm friend, M/N. Don't worry about me. I was just worried because he didn't return home. Can you relay this message to him instead? I'm guessing Seungmin's still asleep."

"Yep, snug as a puppy," she stated with a small chuckle, making you cringe before sighing.

"Tell him that I'll be moving in with my uncle today and that I left the keys in his bedside table. Tell him that...he was the bestest friend and the most amzing person one could ever ask for," you stated as a tear unknowingly dropped from your eyes. "Well, goodbye and best of luck to you two."

You ended the call and hung your head low as you wiped away the tears that dripped on your cheeks. Suddenly, a reminder popped up on your phone.

'Seungminnie's and M\Nie's anniversary'

Ah, right. It's today. You stated before you dropped the mop you were holding and went to to your room, getting your luggage as you slowly packed up your clothes, savoring the last moments you'll ever be in this house.

Your phone began blaring up, making you stop as you took it from your pocket and saw that you have 10 new messages from Seungmin.

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'My star✨'

Baby, fuck. I'm coming home

Don't go please

Shit

I was clearly in the wrong

You're not going anywhere, M/N

Please don't leave me

Where are you?

FUCK, please answer me, I'm getting worried

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You left the other messages unread before you locked your phone and decided to continue packing your bags. Tears began welling in your eyes but you didn't let that drip down your cheeks as you grabbed a shirt and placed it inside the bag.

Suddenly, beeps were heard and you knew who it was; Seungmin. There was no other person but him. "M/N, are you still here?!" He asked out loud yet you stood there in place, silent as you heard him sob from downstairs. "Don't leave me, M/N, please. I-I...fuck! I know you're still here, pumpkin."

So as soon as Seungmin opened your bedroom door, you looked at him with nothing in your eyes before looking back at the bags you were to bring with you. "I sure am not a man of my words. I did say I won't leave you but look at what's happening?"

"M/N, we can still fix this, okay? I was just.." Seungmin trailed off, clearly thinking of an excuse. You weren't dumb. You were just about to speak again but your eyes furrowed in sadness as you saw how kiss marks littered his neck, lipstick stains on his collar, and that familiar sickening sweet perfume that you've always smelled from months ago.

Noticing it, Seungmin hid his neck with his palm and wiped the lipstick on his collar. You shook your head as you grabbed the bags' handles, making Seungmin panic as tears welled in his eyes. "No please. M/N, don't leave me. We can still, uhm, work things out and—I swear, just give me another chance," he pleaded yet you scoffed as you let out a disbelieved sigh.

"Seungmin, I gave you tons of chances, more than you can even count. I could smell her perfume on your coat, how your distracted with your phone even when I'm with you, how you find excuses just so you can spend some time with her," you stated, voice shaky as you looked up at him. "And don't think I haven't heard a single conversation from you two. Oh, no. I've heard all of it. All of thos, I ignored because I thought maybe...you'll change and come to your senses."

"M/N...no.."

"I was a fool to even think you'd be so happy in my arms. Today was supposed to be our anniversary and...that same day, I found out, no, I confirmed it. That you really were cheating behind my back. On a fucking special day, Seungmin. Our fucking anniversary," you spat out as you scowled at the other male who began sobbing loudly, his heart breaking at the thought of losing you.

"I don't want to lose you, pumpkin," he stated as he tried to near you yet you backed off.

"Quit it, Seungmin. You didn't want to lose me so why did you find a way to do so? You..I couldn't believe you were lying to me this whole time," you stated as you looked down at the floor, Seungmin's sobs muffled as he covered his eyes with his forearm. "I already knew that you were hooking up with some girl but I don't understand why. Why, Seungmin?"

"No, it was nothing. I was gonna dump her anyway—"

"It still doesn't change the fact that you cheated on me, Min," you stated, your mind now clouded with rage as you stepped closer to the other male. "Was it because I'm a boy? Do you regret falling in love with someone who has the same sex as you? Do you hate that I don't have the ability to conceive a child? Huh?"

"No! I never and would never hate you just because you can't get pregnant. I want to grow old with you, adopt children and then—"

"If so, then why?"

That question took him aback, seeing your crestfallen expression as you stared back up at him with eyes that needed answers. Seungmin himself had also no idea why he cheated on you when he could've avoided it the first time that girl flirted with him. "I...don't know."

"Bullshit, Seungmin! There must've been a reason and it sure damn hell should be reasonable," you shouted at the male who just furrowed his brows as he sighed, hands behind his back before looking back at you. "I don't want to go out and leave you, not when you still haven't given me a valid reason."

Seungmin couldn't help it as he began crying loudly, dropping down to his knees and hugged your legs, your own tears finally dropping down from your eyes as you witnessed the person you love the most beg for forgiveness. "I-I...I really don't know. I did it because of the adrenaline rush, I guess? I thought you'd never find out. I knew what I was doing was bad but I didn't stop myself."

"Then go back to her, Seungmin. You've made your second choice and that meant that she...must've had something that you didn't see in me. Fuck, I don't want to sound like a fake depressed sad boy so, Seungmin...please take care of her," you stated as you smiled down at him, carressing his smooth hair before you helped him stand up and sat him in the bed. "Some day, you and I will be successful. You'll strive for your dreams and I will so as well."

"Don't..leave me.."

"I wish I could but Min, it breaks me to know that you cheated on me and I don't want to be in a toxic relationship where I just...keep on pretending that it didn't happen. Seungmin, do this for us. Both as your best friend and your lover," you stated before you knelt in front of him and held his hands. "We will continue our dreamas even if we're not right next to each other. Minnie, I hope you make her happy for me. And I hope you will too."

Seungmin couldn't reply as he realized just how pure as an angel you were and he tainted you with his own evil ink. The boy just cried his heart out as he heard you zip your bags. You smiled sadly before you looked back at Seungmin. "It was fun being your boyfriend and best friend. I'll treasure every memory forever. Let's break up," you stated as you took the promise ring he gave you and placed it down on the table. "Goodbye, Seungmin."

With that, you left fro. the bedroom door and walked towards the living room where the front door was located. Just as you were about to leave, Seungmin hugged you from behind and let out a shaky breath. "I'm sorry."

"I don't think I can say it's fine but I'll be over it," you joked before looking back at Seungmin and held his cheeks, smiling genuinely before sniffing. "This time, I'll tell you this. You've told me this a thousand time but I want to tell you that all the days, all those years, every second I was with you. Seungmin, I think I was probably the happiest man alive. I love you, Seungmin."

And then, with that, you left a distraught Seungmin as you walked out of the door. Seungmin bawled his eyes out as he realized that not only did he lose his boyfriend for his infidelity, he also lost the person he can always confide in. The person who knew him better than him nor anyone else. "I'm such a fucking jerk."

#male reader #x male reader #fluff #kpop x male reader #angst #stray kids seungmin x male reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids seungmin #stray kids kim seungmin #stray kids kim seungmin x male reader

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serasvictoria · 3 years ago

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Title: The Present

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Hvitserk x Reader

Word Count: 4225

Summary: It’s the first Christmas that you're celebrating with Hvitserk after moving in together and he gives you one present early.

Notes: This one isn't particularly Christmassy apart from the setting and the general mood of it. It's basically nothing more than a backdrop for silly smutty goodness.

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Tagging @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @ritual-unions-gotme @vikingstrash @quantumlocked310 @adrille88 @actual-queen-of-hell @youbloodymadgenius @punkrocknpearls @underragingwaves @zuxiezendler @whenimaunicorn

Christmas Eve.

It was something that always marked the point where you wouldn’t have to do anything remotely work related for a couple of days. Nothing was expected of you apart from lounging around at home, eating way too much and watching Christmas movies. Sure, there were still some obligations, but ones that you’d gladly endure.

“Knock it off.” You nudged your elbow into the side of the person sitting next to you on the couch. “I’m trying to watch this.”

There was a slightly annoyed grunt and then he went straight back to what he had been doing before. You pulled the fleece blanket up higher in a vain attempt to hide yourself completely, but that would mean missing what was sure to be the penultimate moment in the movie where the male lead finally figured out that he quite liked being paired with the over enthusiastic female lead after all.

“Come on.” His fingers grabbed the blanket and pulled it down to expose your skin to him once more. “It’s not like you can’t see this coming from a mile away anyway.”

It was pretty clear how Hvitserk intended to fill this time together.

Apart from the couple of hours where parental visits were concerned, but apparently, he could live with that. He pouted every time that it came up in conversation, but still. He could live with it.

That was a problem for tomorrow however, because at the moment there were other, more pressing matters, to concern yourself with.

Hvitserk was not paying any attention to the rather generic romantic Christmas movie you’d found on Netflix, but was more preoccupied with kissing your neck and sucking on your skin in between.

“Stop it.” You hit the back of his head when he tried to create another mark. “I can’t show up at your mother’s place with my neck covered in hickeys.”

“Why not?” Hvitserk was unperturbed and kept going anyway. You shrieked when he grabbed the blanket and threw it over the back of the couch. “Just want to let my brothers know that you’re mine.”

“They already know.” You pushed him away and poked a finger into his chest. “Ubbe’s married, Sigurd never attends and Ivar barely even looks at me.”

“That’s because my baby brother has trouble with girls and you’re still new.”

“We’ve been dating for almost two years.”

“New.” He came forward and pressed his lips on yours again. “And Ubbe’s already had his hands on you.”

“So has Amma and need I remind you how hot the two of you thought that was?”

“They’re freaky,” he said in between even hungrier kisses, no doubt remembering exactly how it looked the first time that Amma, who had been Ubbe’s fiancée back then, had her head buried between your thighs. “But we won’t be seeing them until New Year’s Eve.”

“We’re seeing them tomorrow!”

“You know what I mean!” Hvitserk’s hands skimmed down your chest, grabbed the hemline of your shirt, pulled it up over your head and threw it on the floor unceremoniously. “I can’t exactly ask Ubbe if he wants to give you a dickdown after we’ve had the first course.”

“No matter how much you’d want to.”

“Fuck, it’d be so hot.” His hands were on your breasts, long fingers plucking at your nipples through the flimsy fabric of your bra. “Imagine that.” He reached around your back to unhook your bra and then threw it across the room, in the hopes that it would end up hanging from the Christmas tree, which it didn’t. “You’re wearing that green dress tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah.” As soon as your tits were bare, he dove straight in, and you arched your back to push your chest up into his face. “What are you thinking about?”

“Ubbe bending you over the table, pushing your dress up, pulling your panties to the side and fucking you there and then.”

“Right as your mother brings out the roast chicken I presume.”

“Fuck yeah,” he husked against your skin, the visual turning him on to no end. “I could watch my brother fuck you and eat at the same time.”

“Your idea of heaven.”

“Basically.” He started grinding his hips against your thigh, so you could feel how hard he was already. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

“You always do,” you replied. “You gonna carry me into your mother’s house?”

“Uh-huh.” Hvitserk was beyond aroused now, you could tell by the way that his kisses on your chest got more sloppy with every passing minute. “I’ll carry you everywhere.”

“Really now?”

“You can ride on my back,” he offered as he continued his way downward, sliding from the couch as he went. “So I can feel your pussy pressing against my spine.”

“Don’t you ever think about anything other than sex?”

“Well, sometimes I think about fo- Ow!” You had merely tapped the top of his head, but he still pretended like he was in pain. “That hurt.”

“You big baby.” He stripped your leggings from your legs, spread your thighs open wide and pressed a kiss on your still covered up core. “Want me to make it up to you?”

“What do you have in mind?” You felt his tongue against the fabric, making it more wet than it already was. “You’re soaked.”

“Hmm.” Hvitserk was seconds away from ripping your panties off so he could plunge his fingers inside of you, so it was a bit hard to think straight. “Blowjob?”

That got his attention.

When he looked up at you, his pupils already blown out from his arousal, you could see that his hand went down to his crotch and he adjusted himself in his sweatpants.

“I’m not going to say no to that.”

“So sit down.” He was sitting next to you a split second later, an overeager smile plastered all over his face. “Just let me do my thing.” You swung your leg over his thighs so you could straddle him first. “To make up for hurting you so badly earlier.”

“It really hurt.” You sat up on your knees, so his face was level with your bare chest, and for a few seconds that was all he could look at. Leaning forward, you brushed one hard nipple against his cheek and he swore under his breath. “This…” He gulped audibly as he fought against the urge to turn his head so he could just latch on. “This was about me. Not you.”

“Boo.” You couldn’t even make yourself sound disappointed and when you lowered yourself down on his lap again, you ground your hips against his. “Spoilsport.”

“Tease,” he countered with a huge grin. He slapped your ass once and added, “Now get back to it.”

“Aye, aye, sir.”

You cherished the sharp intake of air through his teeth and winked at him before stripping him out of his shirt. Your hands skimmed down his chest fast, there would be plenty of time to take it slow later on, but this was not one of those moments.

One hand dipped down underneath the elastic waistband, fingers rubbing over the front of his boxers, just so you could see him throw his head back against the cushions and hear him groan. Your hand was gone just as fast and you pressed your lips down on his before he got a chance to voice his disappointment.

Getting to your feet, you leaned over him with the sole purpose of digging your nails into Hvitserk’s chest lightly. His green eyes practically sparkled with excitement when you raked them down his chest, creating red lines that would be gone in a couple of minutes.

“Tease.” He repeated the word when you lowered yourself down on your knees in between his spread legs.

“I could drag this out longer,” you replied as you drew lazy patterns on his thighs. “If you want me to.”

“Not really.”

“So shut up.” Hooking your fingers underneath his waistband, you pulled them down. “Lift your skinny little ass up.”

“Fuck you.”

“Not now.” You helped him out of his pants and put your hands on his bare thighs. “Maybe later.”

“I sure as hell hope so.”

Keeping your touch light, your fingertips danced over his skin, keeping them away from the areas that might work for him in any way. So you stuck to the top of his thighs, going up to his hip bones and then back down again until you heard him swear under his breath.

That was your cue.

Pressing forward, your lips made contact with his cock over the fabric, tracing his length with your tongue and then pressing a kiss to his tip that was featherlight. His eyes kept following you as you moved, his heavy breathing already making his chest rise and fall faster than before.

Your hand made contact with his bulge briefly, then moved up and snaked into his boxers, but as soon as you did your eyes widened. Something was… off. You didn’t know how to describe it and your fingers touched the base of his cock, making your brow crease with a frown, because there was something there that shouldn’t be there.

Hvitserk’s face was almost remarkably impassive, but you could see that it was a struggle for him to keep it that way. His lips were such a thin line by now that you could tell that he was seconds away from erupting into a fit of laughter.

“What did you-“

That was enough to make his composure slip and he covered his face with his hands. All that you could hear were his snorts and giggles. This was almost as bad as when he had found some emoticon baubles and cried with laughter in the middle of the store, all the while screaming through his tears that you had to let him buy the aubergine and peach baubles.

Asking him what he had done was clearly not working at all. He was very much unable to even give you a hint. No, you were obviously meant to uncover this little surprise by yourself. You bit your lower lip and pulled his boxers down until you could see exactly what your idiot boyfriend had done.

“Hvitserk!”

There was no other thing to do apart from laugh for you don’t think that you had ever seen anything funnier than this. Before pulling his boxers down, you’d been nothing but horny, but now tears were threatening to fall down your cheeks because you could not stop laughing.

“You don’t like it?”

“How long has that been there?”

“Since I went to the bathroom.”

“You did that about an hour ago!”

“So it’s been there for about an hour then!”

“Oh my god.” You wiped at your eyes and it didn’t help that Hvitserk started moving his hips from side to side to draw more attention to his surprise. “Why on Earth would you even do that?”

“I wanted to give you a present early.”

“By putting a red bow around your dick?!”

“I thought it was funny,” he replied with a shrug. “Don’t you want to unwrap it?”

“Stop it.” You covered your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from exploding into more laughter again. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“Come on, baby. It’s just for you.”

“Please stop talking.” You were practically wheezing at this point and if he carried on like this, you’d no doubt start choking. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Your idiot.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Don’t say that.” He pulled you up from the floor, wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. “I still want you to unwrap it though.”

“I can already see what it is, so what’s the point?”

“You want me to keep it on?“

“Maybe,” you replied with a grin. “You’ve already had it around there for a while now. It’s not uncomfortable?”

“Not really.” You reached down and started twirling one of the ribbon endings around your finger. “Weird, but not uncomfortable.”

“Wear it a bit longer?”

“Depends on what you’re gonna do.”

“Guess.”

Shifting until you were hovering over him, you kissed his chin and then dragged your lips down lower, really taking the time to slide them over his throat. Teasing him had been the last thing on your mind before, but Hvitserk had brought this upon himself as far as you were concerned.

Your teeth nipped lightly at his Adam's apple until you felt his breathing quicken once more. When you reached the dip just above his breastbone, you pressed your tongue there, lightly at first, before licking a stripe all the way up to his chin with the flat of your tongue and then you started all over again.

When you were on your fourth go, he muttered the word, “Tease.”

“You fucking love it,” you murmured back and then you bit the side of his neck, using a little bit of pressure, until he hissed. “I’m going to have to start all over again now!”

“Please don’t.”

“Indulge me,” you said in between leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses until you reached the top of his chest. “I know you can’t take it slow…”

“I can take it slow!”

“Since when?” You stopped what you were doing and looked up at him. “Being patient isn’t exactly your thing.”

“That’s because of… because of…” You could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to come up with a reason why ever make-out session usually ended with him frantically ripping your clothes off and then fucking you like his life depended on it. “You. It’s your fault!”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. If you weren’t so fucking hot, I might be able to take it slow.”

“I can’t believe that you’re blaming me for your impatience.” You scraped your teeth over his skin to retaliate, only to lick the red marks that you had created. “I could decide to leave you hanging for that, you know.”

You circled your tongue around one of his nipples, simply because you loved seeing him squirm. Completely covering his nipple with your mouth, you scraped your teeth over the sensitive skin until his muscles twitched, his chest constricting, and then you licked the sections where your teeth had just been.

When you pulled away, a small trail of saliva still connected you to him. The dim lighting of the string of lights that was wrapped around the Christmas tree, and the many candles that were strewn across the living room, made it glisten until you pulled away far enough for the fragile bond to snap. Hvitserk quite possibly went even harder when he saw that.

“Actually, you know what, I’m getting kind of tired.” Pulling away from him completely, you pretended to yawn. “I think that I’m going to go to bed.”

“Don’t you dare.” It wasn’t like you were actually going to go through with it, and Hvitserk knew that, but he went along with it brilliantly. “I’m sorry, baby. It was a joke.”

“Like this?” You reached down, wrapped your fingers around his cock and moved your hand down until your skin made contact with the red ribbon. “Think I’ll make you wear this all night.”

“You would.”

“Maybe I will.” There was a momentary flicker of emotions on his face, indicating that he wasn’t entirely sure if you were being serious or not. “Sure is tempting.”

“It’ll get in the way when I fuck you though.”

“Hmmm. You may have a point there.” You jerked your hand up and he made a noise that was halfway between a moan and a sigh. “But who said anything about you fucking me?”

“You honestly think that this evening isn’t going to end with me buried into you up to th-”

Releasing his cock, you moved your hand down to lazily massage his balls instead and that sensation was enough to make the words die in his throat. Not just content with doing that, you finally lowered your head down to his lap and all you did was blow hot air on the tip. As soon as you did that, he jerked his hips upward, and you were barely able to pull back fast enough to stop him from pushing his dick into your mouth.

“You gonna shut up now?” Hvitserk nodded in answer to your question. “Play along and behave?” There was another nod. You grinned over his remarkable compliance. You could have suggested anything at the moment and he would have gone along with it without complaining. “Keep doing that and I’ll give you what you want.”

“This is such a fu-“

Sitting up, you pressed a finger against his lips to get him to be quiet. “No.” It sounded almost like you were talking to a dog that was misbehaving, which was probably a correct analogy where Hvitserk was concerned. “That difficult?”

This was a game that you had played a few times before and being quiet in these situations was something that was very hard for him. He always had the need to tell you how hot you were, how much he liked it when you did a certain thing, how turned on he was… anything that popped into his head.

That wasn’t to say that you didn’t like it too. You fucking loved the near constant praise and filth that poured out of his mouth when you were locked together. That was what made a challenge like this so much fun, because of that moment where he would inevitably break down and release a flood of words that in turn only spurred you on.

You had his silence for now however. The green in his irises was reduced to a thin line around his blown out pupils. You removed your finger, only to be treated by his near feral grin that you longed to wipe away.

“Good boy.” Hvitserk bit on his lower lip hard to stop himself from saying anything and you brushed your fingers over his mouth, which elicited a small gasp from his end. “Don’t hurt yourself. Not like I want you to give yourself a bloody lip.”

He opened his mouth and shut it again very quickly, knowing full well how long you could drag this out if you wanted to. It was your own form of payback since Hvitserk loved edging you until you went practically insane, sobbing as you begged him to please make you come and then being denied that request.

Maybe you would go easy on him for once. It was Christmas Eve after all. Then again, you could always change your mind.

Lowering yourself back down on your knees again, you bent your head down, licked the tip of his cock and then twisted your face up exaggeratedly in delight. You let out a long, drawn out moan when you tasted the drops of salty precum, clearly overdoing it to a ridiculous degree.

Your hands had been settled on his thighs and you could feel the muscles tighten under your palms. When you looked up at him, his jaw was clenched and his nostrils had flared, making it quite obvious that he was working very hard to stop himself from saying anything. You knew that he lacked the determination to keep this up for very long however.

Winking at him, you wrapped your lips around him and took him as deep into your mouth as he could go. It only lasted a few seconds, no longer than that, and you released him with an obscene pop. Hvitserk released a frustrated groan, because it hadn’t lasted long enough and he missed the warmth and wetness of your mouth. Feeling somewhat sorry for him, your hand replaced your mouth, gripping and moving up and down.

His head rolled back, extending his neck, his torso glistening with sweat already. Your smile grew because seeing him like this was one of the things that you loved the most. Knowing that you could drive him wild like this was an immensely powerful feeling and one that you loved to exploit whenever you had a chance to do so.

Taking him into your mouth again, you managed to bob your head up and down a few times while Hvitserk sat completely still. His hands were gripping the decorative pillows that were next to him, holding them so tightly that you could hear his fingernails scratching the fabric. If he kept this up, he would end up ripping them to shreds completely, his fingers poking holes through the textile. You could already picture his apologetic face when he would come to realise that he had broken something while caught in the throes of passion. Again.

Then his hips moved of their own volition, thrusting up just the once, and you whined, because your mouth was suddenly a lot fuller than it should have been. You hummed and came back up, placing one hand firmly on his hip to remind him that he needed to keep himself under control for just a little bit longer. Your tongue swirled around the tip once, to serve as a gentle reminder that if he tried to choke you again, that he wouldn’t be feeling your mouth around his length.

Still, torturing him was only ever funny for a short while. He knew exactly how to get what he wanted by using those eyes that you loved so much against you in an effort to break you and it worked every single time. Best to avoid it getting that far and seeing the satisfaction on his face when his dumb trick worked yet again.

Gripping him once more, one hand moved in tandem with your mouth and your other hand was on his balls again, massaging and squeezing lightly, just the way he liked it. Hvitserk slammed his fist against the couch cushions, just to release some energy, but it didn’t necessarily help. The only thing that was on his mind was grabbing your head and simply fucking up into your mouth, but if he did that, there was every chance that you would get back at him in some other way and he didn’t want to risk that.

As if sensing his predicament, you glanced up at his face. His eyelids were firmly shut and he was covering his mouth with his hand now, still trying so very hard to obey the rule about being silent. The way that his breath was hitching, the muscles in his chest contracting as his inhales stuttered, was plenty indication that he was painfully close to climaxing.

One more time.

Going down on him one final time, his cock hit the back of your throat until you were practically gagging on him. Even though the tears were already stinging your eyes, you still made an effort to keep him there for a few seconds and worked very hard to suppress your gag reflex.

Hvitserk finally broke, swearing loudly and spilling his warm seed into the back of your throat which you swallowed down, not spilling a single drop. You kept stimulating him until he had nothing left to give and then set to lazily licking him clean, very much repaying the favour since it was something that he always did to you without fail.

“Fuck, baby.” His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke. “You done?”

“Mmmm.” His cock was already softening, but you kept going regardless. “Almost.” When Hvitserk reached down to grab a handful of your hair, you could not help but laugh loudly as pulled you away. “No good?”

“Very good.”

He yanked you up by your arm until you were back on the couch, right next to him. His lips crashed into yours when he surged forward, his hands grabbing the back of your head to keep you close as he forced his tongue into your mouth. You were pressed back into the couch, Hvitserk was obviously gearing up for round two already and intended to get you off first.

Your fingernails grazed his hips well before he got the chance to bury his head between your thighs and he laughed when he noticed what you were doing.

“Decided to open your present?” he grinned when you gave the ribbon a gentle tug and undid it.

“Well, I already used it, didn’t I?” When you’d removed it, you wrapped the red strip of material around your finger. “Can’t bring it back to the store after I’ve used it.”

“You’d trade me in?” He stuck his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “I think that store doesn’t allow returns and they don’t give refunds either.”

“Well, damn. Guess that means I’m stuck with you, huh.” You put your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Is there anything else you can do? You know, to convince me that this was the best present I could have gotten.”

“I can probably think of a couple of things.” The pout disappeared and a wicked smirk appeared on his face. “Want me to show you?”

“Think you’ll have to.” He gave you a kiss and then very slowly, started leaving a trail of kisses on your neck and then moved down lower. “Persuade me.”

Hvitserk murmured against your skin, “I promise I’m worth keeping.”

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years ago

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I Got You (Sugawara Koushi x Reader)

Anonymous said:

Are you taking requests? I was wondering if you could do a smut with sugawara. Like they get a little drunk, and YN sits in Suga’s lap. Then Suga says something like, ”i know we're just friends, so I'm sorry if I get hard.” and then you can finish it however. Thank you so much!

Anonymous said:

Hiiii I justo read tour Tsukishima post! Is just great! Would It be posible to request a scenario with suga and his S/o un which she is a bit "scared" of being intimate with him because her first sexual contacts weren't good. she was sexually harrased when younger and so She is a bit reluctant of intimate Contact or sex being afraid that it just the same she has experienced. Also being afraid if she doesn't do the do with him he Will leave her. And how would he respond to that?

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Word Count: 3,124

Warnings: SMUT, mentions of sexual assault, drinking, alcohol, Suga being a fucking precious bean, my shit writing

Summary: It’s been a couple of years since everyone on the volleyball team have been together, one night during a get together you end up having one too many drinks, resulting in Sugawara taking you home and confessing his feelings to you. But a situation from your past might prevent you from reciprocating those feelings.

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So I decided to incorporate these two requests together, I hope you guys don’t mind! I also apologize in advance if the writing is terrible😭😭😭 also another note for you guys: IF MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU PLEASE DO NOT READ. SAME IF YOU HAVE AN ISSUE ABOUT THE DRINKING. I NEVER WANT ANY OF MY READERS TO FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE SO PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS STUFF MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. This blog is all about feeling safe and being welcoming. So please do not read if any of those warnings make you uncomfortable. Thank you all for the love and support and I can’t wait to continue writing:)

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The team reunion was everything that you thought it would be.

Complete chaos.

It had been several years since you all had graduated from Karasuno, naturally you guys had stayed connected with everyone despite the different lives you all lead now.

But it was like it had never changed.

Currently Daichi was yelling at Hinata’s and Kageyama’s rivalry, both deciding to see how many shots they could take.

Team reunions and alcohol definitely didn’t mix.

You sat beside Asahi, watching the madness unfold before you, debating on if you should sneak out now.

“If Tanaka and Noya aren’t careful, Daichi is going to lose his mind on them soon too.” Asahi laughed nervously as he stared at the other chaotic duo causing a scene.

“The youth these days can’t handle their liquor.” you sighed, shaking your head.

“You’re drunk too Y/n.” Sugawara said in amusement, taking in your flushed face and slightly dazed expression. “And what youth? They’re only a year younger than us.”

Well… he got you there. You weren’t super drunk per say, but you were definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol you had consumed.

But in your defense, you were also a light weight.

“Don’t be rude Suga-kun.” you pouted staring at the grey-haired male. “I’ve had a long day.”

“And I haven’t?” he teased. Sugawara was a teacher at Karasuno, and the faculty advisor for the volleyball club.

It suited him; you had thought. Sugawara was always kind and smart, the fact that he had chosen a career where he could display those characteristics was wonderful.

He was wonderful.

Out of the entire team, you had remained the closest to him after you all had gone your separate ways.

That was to be expected though, considering that you two had been close since before high school, childhood friends.

And let’s be honest, you still harbored an enormous crush on him.

“- Shut up you two! You’re disturbing the people around you!”

Daichi was now yelling at Tanaka and Noya, although the people around you consisted of the old volleyball team.

More commotion could be heard from Kageyama and Hinata, and then suddenly you found yourself being pulled onto the lap of Sugawara; a volleyball now resting when you had just been.

You blinked in confusion.

“Oi! You almost hit Y/n-chan! Where did you guys even get that ball!?” Daichi yelled.

“Boke! Hinata! Boke!” Kageyama screamed.

“Maybe you should just sit here for now.” Sugawara murmured next to your ear, his chin resting on the top of your shoulder as he stared at the scene(s) unfolding before you guys.

“... Yeah.” you finally uttered out. “Were they always this bad?” you asked, thinking back to your days as a Karasuno manager.

“Definitely.” Sugawara mused. “But maybe we shouldn’t have met up at a place that serves alcohol.”

“No kidding.” You muttered under your breath, unconsciously shifting in Sugwara’s lap, making yourself more comfortable as you leaned into his strong chest.

You both were oblivious to the eyes of Kiyoko and Asahi. They smirked slightly at the sight before them.

Everyone knew of the crush you guys had on each other. It was obvious. But the fact that you guys had never dated, even after high school, baffled them completely.

Maybe tonight would change that?

You couldn’t help the laughter that began escaping your lips as the chaos increased, Daichi had all but given up lecturing everyone and now sat beside Ennoshita.

You were completely unaware of the way that Sugarawa had stiffened underneath you. The hands that were wrapped around your waist carefully began shifting you, so that you weren’t resting directly on his crotch anymore.

He could feel the slight race of his heart, and - well - the rising in his pants. He prayed that you didn’t notice.

But it was just Sugarawa’s luck.

You could feel the heat in your face rising rapidly, your heart beating just a tad quicker as you felt a growing hardness against the curve of your ass.

“Suga.” you whispered; your mouth felt incredibly dry right now. “Is that -” “I’m sorry Y/n.” he interrupted you. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” he said gently, attempting to move you off of his lap.

You shook your head, waving him off. “I-It’s okay. Y-You don’t have to move me… unless you want to.”

Both of you visibly froze at your words. Shit, maybe the liquid courage you had in your system made you too bold.

“Okay.” he murmured, and carefully tugged you closer now. This caused your bottom to slide against his growing member as he attempted to adjust you comfortably on his lap now.

Despite the growing tension and nerves between the two of you, you didn’t move. His arms were wrapped around your waist carefully, his chin returning to your shoulder as you guys continued watching your teammates/friends create havoc in the room.

This felt natural, this felt… right. Being wrapped up in Sugawara’s arms was quite literally heaven on earth for you.

His body heat felt extremely pleasant, despite how overheated you were feeling. The mouthwatering scent of his cologne filled your nose, you could feel his breath against your cheek as it stirred your hair, and the gentle rising and falling of his chest.

“Kiyoko-san! Marry me!” Tanaka cried, reaching for the dark-haired female.

“Kiyoko-san is gonna marry me!” Noya said, shoving at his friend.

This time it was Ennoshita that began yelling at them.

You could feel the rumble of Sugawara’s chest as he laughed quietly behind you. Unconsciously he pressed his face into your neck to muffle the noise. You gasped softly as you felt soft damp lips gently brush against your neck as he attempted to quiet his laughter.

But he had heard the soft noise that escaped your mouth, his grip on you tightening just slightly.

Sugawara couldn’t help but wonder what other noises you could make.

This was definitely going to be a long night.

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All too soon the night had ended, but you found yourself being accompanied home by Sugawara.

He and the team were slightly worried about getting you home safely, considering that you were still a bit drunk, and lived the furthest away.

But by the time you had gotten home you had sobered up dramatically, now you were just tired.

“Would you like to come in for a bit?” you asked, gazing up at the male.

His eyes searched your face for a moment before nodding.

Sugawara had been over to your home before, but for some reason it felt different. There was that slight thrill that you shouldn’t have invited him in, the air between you two still held that sexual tension.

As you sat in the living room together, sipping on the tea you had made, it got worse.

Should you… confess? Should you say something about earlier?

You were a grown ass woman for Christ sake, and you still couldn’t muster up the courage to tell your childhood friend that you’ve been in love with him since you were kids.

“Y/n.” Sugawara said suddenly, pulling you from your brooding thoughts. He was staring at you seriously, shifting closer to you on the couch.

“Y-Yes.” you answered back nervously, biting your bottom lip as you stared back.

“Can I… can I try something?” He asked softly, gently cupping the side of your face.

Your lips parted at his sweet touch, nodding softly.

And then he was kissing you.

It was gentle and sweet, his lips incredibly warm and soft as they moved carefully against yours.

You melted against him, threading your fingers into his hair as the kiss deepened, the softness melting into something extremely passionate.

You found yourself on your back, Sugawara hovering over your body. You could feel his hands sliding under your shirt, his soft fingers gently trailing upwards on your skin. His touch burned in a pleasant way, it left you breathless and trembling.

A familiar burn began igniting in the lower pit of your stomach.

Until you felt him cup your breast carefully.

An image you thought you had buried in the deepest pit of your memory came to the forefront of your mind, causing your body to break out in a cold sweat, you flinched hard and began shoving at Sugarawa, feeling trapped underneath his body.

You yanked yourself away from him, feeling tears sting at the backs of your eyes as you sat up, carefully wrapping your arms around yourself.

And then you froze, your eyes snapping over to Sugarawa who was staring at you in confusion and worry.

“Y/n -” “I’m sorry!” you interrupted him, biting down the hysteria as you fought back the painful memories that wanted to invade your mind.

“For what?” he asked gently, carefully moving closer to you, he gently placed a hand on your shoulder in comfort. “I shouldn’t have gone that far, I’m the one who should be apologizing.”

You shook your head, wiping at the tears in your eyes. “You don’t need to apologize Suga… It wasn’t your fault.”

“I find that hard to believe.” he said quietly, carefully moving the hair over your shoulder. “I shouldn’t have forced it, you should’ve told me no if you didn’t feel the same way.” he said, smiling sadly at you. “I should go.”

Panic overtook your body and you grabbed his hand tightly, preventing him from leaving. “Don’t go!” you cried. “It’s not like that! I... I’ve liked you for a while now Suga. Please don’t go.”

His eyes widened at your sudden confession, and then softened dramatically as he took in your hysterical form.

“Well what’s going on. Talk to me.” he murmured, taking your hand in his. His thumb rubbing soothing circles on the top of your hand.

You could feel your heart racing in fear, if you told him would he leave you? Would he be sickened by you? Knowing that you were broken, tainted.

“Hey.” he lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to look at him. His expression was soft and sweet, understanding. “I’m not going anywhere. Talk to me. Let me take care of you.” he breathed, his thumb gently dragging against the bottom of your lip. “You’ve been in my life since we were kids. I’d like you to be in my life more than that now. So please… just talk to me.”

The sincerity in his voice, in his face, sent warmth throughout your entire being. It sent away the coldness that you felt creeping into your heart.

“My first boyfriend…” you said quietly after a moment of silence. “He wasn’t… he wasn’t always so nice to me. Of course, no one knew.”

Sugawara stayed silent.

“His touch wasn’t like yours. It wasn’t wanted at all. But it happened…” you trailed off, lips trembling slightly at the memories.

Sugawara inhaled sharply at your words, anger piercing into his heart. He remembered that boyfriend, he had almost lost his friendship with you because of that guy. The volleyball team almost lost one of their precious managers because of that guy.

“It was never good… he was so rough and… it always hurt. I -um - I haven’t… been with someone like that since it happened.” you finished, blinking back tears. “But… if it means that you’ll keep liking me… then I don’t mind…” you trailed off.

Sugawara had never been more upset in his entire life. Just the idea of someone touching you without you wanting them to, hurting you intentionally… he couldn’t even fathom it. Couldn’t even begin to sort out the rage that he felt.

But this wasn’t about him. This was about you. This was about making sure that you were taken care of, that your needs were being met.

He carefully tugged you onto his lap, gently cupping your face as he stared at you with such an intensity it left you breathless.

“Darling, don’t you ever, ever, say that.” he breathed out, the anger in his eyes simmering down to something sad and soft. “I would never put you in a situation where you ever had to feel that… that the only way to keep me is by…” he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

He took a shuddering breath in before opening his eyes and continuing. “I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want to do. All I want from this… is to make you feel loved and happy. I’ve waited years to hear that you like me too. And now that I know you feel the same way… I just want to make you happy.”

He rested his forehead against yours tenderly, your eyes fluttering shut automatically.

“So, we don’t have to do anything that you aren’t ready for yet.” he finished. “But if you do… I can promise you that I will make you feel good… I’ll always make you feel good. Okay?” he asked, his hand gently cupping the back of your neck.

He stared at you with so much love and adoration, it caused your heart to clench tightly, the fear and worry dissolving from your body and replaced with a feeling of warmth and safety.

“Suga.” you whispered softly, “I want… I want to try. Please?”

He nodded before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against your lips. The kiss you two began to share never escalated to something that you couldn’t handle, it remained sweet and tender. An unspoken promise of never-ending gentleness.

Before you knew it, both of your guys’ clothes had found their way to the floor, you had ended up in your bedroom, entangling yourselves on the bed.

“You’re perfect.” Sugawara breathed, his eyes dancing across your naked body. He was rock hard already, but right now his priority was you. It was always going to be you.

“Can I touch you?” he asked sweetly, gazing at your face with a loving expression.

You nodded, swallowing thickly as his fingers began dancing across your skin, to your most intimate area.

Sugawara watched your expression closely as he trailed his fingers over your mound, brushing softly at the top of your slit. He watched as yours fluttered shut in pleasure, his fingers gently running up and down against your soaked entrance.

“You’re so wet for me.” He breathed in awe, carefully pushing a finger in. You gasped at the unfamiliar intrusion, but then began to melt. You were actually starting to feel good.

It didn’t take long until you were trembling and whimpering in pleasure at his gentle touches. Sugawara cooing to you about how beautiful you were and how well you were doing the entire time.

Without any warning you began unraveling beneath him, the tight coil in your stomach snapping, you moaned loudly as the pleasure overtook your body. Leaving you a trembling mess as you came down from your high.

Sugawara couldn’t tear his eyes away. You were fucking beautiful, and the fact that he was able to give you so much pleasure, the fact that he was the first one to ever give that kind of pleasure, well, he had never been more satisfied in his entire life.

“Do you want more?” he asked softly. You nodded in a daze, but that previous fire began igniting once more at the thought of Sugawara giving you more.

“Can we try something?” he asked, his fingers rubbing softly at your hip.

“Okay.” you whispered. He tugged your body in a sitting position before laying down beside you. His member standing up painfully tall, aching for attention, for relief.

But again, this wasn’t about him. This was about you. Which was why he wanted to do it this way. He wanted you to set the pace, wanted you to take control, wanted you to feel in control of this situation.

“Ride me.” He breathed gazing at you with half lidded eyes. “I’m all yours.”

Something deep within your belly twisted pleasantly at his words, and carefully you climbed on top of him, your hands resting on his strong chest as you stabilized yourself.

You could feel his cock brushing against your entrance, causing you to gasp loudly at the feeling. His hands rested lightly on your hips as you settled yourself and then you began sinking down on him and -

Holy Fuck.

The stretch that Sugawara provided left you breathless as you sunk all the down, his cock completely engulfed in your velvety walls.

You sat still as you began to adjust to the size of him, to the new intrusion. Your gaze found Sugawara's face and your tight walls seized up in desperation.

His eyes were closed shut, his mouth parted in deep pleasure as he felt your walls squeeze him deliciously.

You were warm, and you were so fucking wet.

“You… can… ngh… you can move if you want.” Sugawara groaned out, his eyes fluttering open. He could’ve cum at the mere sight of you, sitting on top of him, looking absolutely sinful with how beautiful you were.

You started biting your lower lip as you began to move, gliding your hips up and down and - oh. It’s never… it’s never felt like this before. Pleasure began rippling through you as you slid up and down Sugawara’s cock.

Soft zaps of pleasure shooting up your spine. Sugarawa’s hands were resting on your hips, helping to guide you up and down. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, not with the sounds escaping your lips and your sweet expression that was twisted in pleasure.

“I got you.” he breathed out. “I can feel it… just let go. I got you. Cum for me darling.” you were drastically getting tighter and tighter, your body readying yourself for another orgasm.

So, you did.

The euphoria that erupted within your body had you gasping for breath, your entire lower body locking down, causing Sugawara to release himself deep inside of you.

He moaned your name out loudly, carefully bucking his hips up as he spilled into you.

You collapsed onto his chest, both of you trying to catch your breath. He gently began pushing your hair to the side, his hands rubbing up and down your back. Sugawara pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you murmured his name softly against his neck.

“Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up. Just sleep.” he cooed.

You could feel your eyes fluttering shut at his warm touch and softly spoken words, you had never been more comfortable, more content, in your entire life until now.

You weren’t sure what was going to happen when you woke up, but one thing that you were sure of, was that you were hopelessly in love with Sugawara.

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theodorecanaryhood · 3 years ago

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Family extension

First fic will feature Dick and Second will feature Jason.

Dick Grayson x female reader

Was a long night for Dick on the streets of Bludhaven, he’d just finished up on patrol taking down a group of thugs, Two Face followers and also some petty criminals.

All Dick wanted to do right now was get into bed with you and hold you all night. He wanted to do that every night for the rest of his life. He wanted to be with you, forever.

Dick walked in through the front door after changing on his way home. He took a breath as he reached into his jacket pocket that was hanging up, pulling out a black velvet box. Smiling to himself.

You were in the kitchen with your back to him pouring hot water into a mug, making a cup of tea when Dick put his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

‘Hey, how was patrol?’ You smiled as you leant into his embrace, smelling a hint of sweat from him.

‘Good but I’m tired’ he replied as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

‘Want some tea?’ You asked, Dick shook his head.

‘Just wanna get into bed, what are you doing up this late anyway?’ He asked as he walked over to the counter. Your back still turned to him.

‘Couldn’t sleep, hypothetical question, the girl you’re seeing is throwing up and is late for her period’ you say as you turn around to face Dick, with your cup in your hand, your eyes widening at the sight of Dick on one knee.

‘Y/n, will you marry me?’ Dick asked,

‘I’m pregnant’ you spoke almost simultaneously,

‘What?’

‘What?’ You both spoke at the same time, Dick staying in one knee, you staring at him then at the ring.

‘Yes’ you said with a smile

‘Awesome’ Dick was still a little shocked by your news to say something better in response, but he put the ring on your finger and then stood to hug you.

‘I love you both’ Dick whispered in your ear, you hugged him tighter

‘I love you too’ you kissed him hard, putting your cup down and grabbing onto Dick’s face to hold him closer while kissing him.

Jason Todd x Male Reader

You and Jason had been friends for about 3 years, then became a couple a year ago.

You had decided in a whim to get married, eloping and then returning as Husbands. This was new for Jason as he wasn’t the type to settle in. However, he loved you so deeply that he couldn’t think without you. His everything.

You worked as a cop and while on shift this one day you came across a neglected 1 year old, you arrested his Mother who was selling and making drugs in her home, while the Father of the child was in a street gang and really bad news.

The little boy had to get out of that house before he wound up like one of his parents or worse, but you couldn’t help yourself. You fell in love with the little boy. Who just seemed so happy and innocent.

‘Are we sure about this?’ Jason asked you to break the silence, your fingers intertwined with his. You looked him in the eye.

‘Yeah, definitely, but if you’re not ready’ you said with a smile.

Jason shook his head, he knew it would break your heart to walk away from the little baby boy only for him to go in the system.

‘I wanna do this, with you’ Jason smiled as he leant in and kissed you softly.

‘Mr Todd’ a blonde lady spoke coming out of the office, you both stood up.

‘Yes’ Jason said with a smile. The Lady looking a little confused at first, realising you were together.

‘It’s time for the interview and meeting with baby blue’ she spoke with an accepting smile.

Baby Blue is what they were calling him as that was all he had at the time he was found by you, a blue blanket. You weren’t sure of his name as the Mother never gave it.

You and Jason had decided on calling him ‘Zachary Alfred Todd’, and it seemed very fitting.

…

After you had your interview with the adoption agency, had done an assessed interaction time with Zachary. It was time for the adoption Lady to test your parenting skills. As adopting a one year old is harder than an older child.

Jason having been adopted himself knew of how the process went, yourself having more experience with kids than Jason. It was a fitting match.

…

The day to take home your son, Zac, finally came and you were both smiling brightly as your little boy came out with you. Holding his Dad’s hands.

Walking down as a little family you couldn’t wait to show him off to the world, but first take him to see his new home. A loving home. Also later meeting his Uncle’s and Grandpa Bruce.

‘You know you two are my world?’ Jason said to you spontaneously as you entered the car, you sitting in the drivers seat while Jason strapped Zac into the car seat.

‘I know, I love you Jay’ you smiled, Jason sat next to you as leant over giving you a kiss.

‘I love you more Angel’ Jason beamed as he then kissed you again.

Driving your Husband and Son home

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your-eternal-muse · 4 years ago

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You Gave Her Your Sweater

Heather Series Part 11

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Bonus!:Readers Card Confession Bonus!:To Hold On, To Let Go, Spencers take Bonus!:Series Playlist

Summery: Reader runs into Heather while wearing Spencer’s sweater, solidifying the difference in their relationships.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy, mentions of cheating

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

A/N: Okay guys, the next chapter is the last one! And I promise its gonna be so fucking long, and so fucking cute it’ll give you cavities. I’m gonna give you the good shit. The next couple weeks I might be a little slower at posting because I submitted an application for an apartment me and my sister want, and I’m fairly certain were gonna get it, so I’ll be busy packing and stuff. Thank you for your continued support!

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I never liked grocery shopping.

I know it’s essential, but the task itself is so draining, so boring.

Even still, I can’t help but wander around, buying shit that looks good that I absolutely do not need.

I know you’re not supposed to go when you’re hungry, but I can’t help it.

I guess that’s an upside of being married to the man I am.

While one of his hands is situated in the back pocket of my jeans, the other holds a piece of paper that holds our grocery list, and he is a stickler for keeping to it.

He’s subtly leading me down the aisles as I push the cart, which is already half full of what we need.

Grocery shopping with Spencer is different.

It doesn’t feel like a chore when he’s with me.

It also cuts the time by at least half, because he doesn’t let me stray from the list.

But I’ve had a special circumstance these past few months.

“You know what sounds so good right now?” I ask him, as he begins to lead me down the cereal aisle.

“What’s that baby?”

He removes his hand from my pocket, reaching up to grab a box off the top shelf.

“Shrimp. With cocktail sauce.”

My mouth starts to water just thinking about it.

He laughs, walking back to me, placing it in our cart.

“You hate shrimp.”

I roll my eyes. “I also hate pickles, but last week I couldn’t stop eating them. And besides,” I run my hands over my growing belly. “It’s not my fault.”

He smiles, shaking his head, coming forward to rest his hands on top of mine, leaning down and kissing the tip of my nose.

“I’ll go get you some. While you,” he slips the list into the front pocket of the sweatshirt I’m wearing. “Continue shopping.”

“Thank you, Spence.”

“Anything for my girls.”

His hands come to lift the hood over my head, pulling the string, shrinking it around my face.

“I’m never gonna get my sweatshirt back am I?”

I shake my head. “I’m gonna be buried in this thing.”

He rolls his eyes before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

“It looks better on you anyways. I’ll be right back.”

He turns and walks back down the aisle, only to turn back and say “Don’t stray from the list!”

I raise my hands defensively. “I won’t!”

I watch as he disappears around the corner before reaching into the cart and pulling out the box of cheerios, doing my best to place it back on the shelf.

“How can he like cheerios? Fuckin’ weirdo, Reese's Puffs are where it’s at.”

I grab the orange box, only pausing when I feel a kick against my side.

“I’m gonna assume you agree with me. Cheerios are nasty. Don’t worry, we’ll make daddy see.”

Another movement, and my hand finds the place against my side, pressing lightly. “Okay, baby girl, mama still has to shop.”

“You’re wearing his sweater.”

I pause my movements, my hand still resting on my stomach.

It can’t be.

I mean it can, you do live in the same area that she does.

I turn, to see Heather standing in the middle of the aisle, her gaze falling down to my stomach, and then back up to the lettering across my chest that says ‘CalTech’.

I shove my hands into the front pocket, not really sure what to say.

“I was cold, and I forgot mine at my place when he gave it to me.” I take my left hand out to brush some hair out of my face, letting her see the diamond ring that rests on my finger.

“He never offered one to me. Even when I forgot mine.” Her hands are in her front pockets of her jeans, and she doesn’t meet my eye.

I shrug.

Is that supposed to make me feel bad for you?

“I don’t know what you want me to say to that, Heather.”

It’s quiet for a moment, as much as it can be in the middle of a grocery store.

She’s the one to break the silence. “How far along are you?”

None of your fucking business bitch.

“6 months.” I cradle my stomach with my hands, smiling down at it. “We’re having a girl.”

She shuffles from side to side, running her hands over her jeans, her arms, through her hair.

I can’t help being proud of the fact that even six months pregnant, I still make her nervous.

“You know, we talked about having kids. Or well, I talked.” It’s then that she finally meets my eye. “He told me he didn’t want any.”

I let a smirk slide over my face. “Spencer loves kids. Even before we got together he always said he wanted kids.” I look her up and down. “Guess he just didn’t want any with you.”

It’s been three years. It’s been a long time, and I know Spencer’s over her. I know I should throw her a bone, ease up on the sarcasm and poison laced words.

But she hurt him. She broke him. It took months for him to fully admit that he did love her in some way, shape or form, and that the betrayal of that love hurt.

I would never forgive her for that, no matter what she did. No matter if he does.

The look of hurt passes over her face, but then a crying child is heard behind her and she turns.

I look over her shoulder, and the man I saw that night at the bar is walking towards her with a spitting image of her in the seat.

The child is crying over something I couldn’t really decipher, and I see her shoulders tense as his eyes meet mine.

I take in the ring on his finger, the one on hers, and finally look at how old her daughter is.

She knows, and turns back to me, panic slapped across her face.

“How old is she?”

She swallows, and her husband is trying to get her to stop crying. “She’s two and half.”

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what that implies.

It’s just one thing after another, isn’t it?

“You gotta be kidding me. Are you fucking serious right now?” I cross my arms over my chest, cocking an eyebrow.

She starts to pick at her cuticles. “I didn’t find out until after the divorce was finalized. My doctor said I got pregnant at the end of April.”

She was pregnant with another man's baby for almost 2 and half months, while being married to him.

Buckle up baby, I’m about to rock this bitches shit for a second time.

“You were going to pass it off as his, weren’t you? You were going to fuck him, and than two weeks later tell him that you were pregnant.”

I take a step forward, anger boiling in my chest. “You know he’s a fucking genius right? He’d do the math in .2 seconds and figure it out? What is with you and thinking you can get away with this shit?”

He must have sensed a disturbance in the force, because not two seconds later he comes around the corner, holding my snack in his hands, only to pause when he takes in the scene.

His eyes flicker to me, then to Heather, the baby, and finally the man, who is puffing his chest to try and appear like the alpha male he thinks he is.

His hands tighten around the container of shrimp, before walking past all three of them, coming to stand behind me, tossing the container into the cart, one hand back in my back pocket, the other in his front.

He stares down Heather, his eyes going back to the child every couple of seconds.

I know he’s doing the math in his head, and he figured it out probably faster than I did.

“Unbelievable.”

She pinches the bridge of her crooked nose, looking up to say something but I cut her off.

“Don’t. You have nothing to prove to us. You made your choice, now you have to live with it.” I look at the man behind her.

“Not even half the man.”

Spencer turns towards me, his chest moving to contain laughter at the look on her face.

Not giving her a chance to get the last word, I turn, and push the cart down the rest of the aisle, turning it as I hear her start to yell at him and her daughter.

He pulls me into an empty one a few rows down, turning me to face him as he leans down and kisses me.

I wish I could kiss him forever.

“I love you so much, you don’t even know.”

I grab his hands and place them on my stomach, where our daughter was making herself comfortable. “I think I have an idea.”

He laughs, his eyes not leaving my stomach as he feels her movements.

After a few moments, he removes his hands, grabbing one of my own as he turns me back around to keep shopping.

“Really?” He points to the box of Reese's Puffs.

“What? The list said cereal, Reese's puffs are cereal!”

He shakes his head, kissing the top of my head.

“Whatever you say, dear.”

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dragonmartellstark · 4 years ago

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If Baelor Hightower and Elia Martell had married.

Loreza Martell was on her way to Casterly Rock to formalize an engagement with the Lannisters that was to marry her two children, Elia and Oberyn, with the children of her friend, Joanna Lannister, twins Cersei and Jaime Lannister. During their long journey they stopped in Oldtown where they were welcomed by Leyton Hightower and his large family. Elia and Oberyn spent a few days in Oldtown where the princess met Lord Leyton's first-born son, Lord Baelor Hightower with whom she had a great connection and Baelor was very interested in her Dornish, considering her sweet, beautiful and friendly. This interest on the part of the young man made Lady Loreza think better of committing her daughter to Lord Hightower's son, but she thought that if she accepted she could hurt the pride of her dear friend Joanna until that same year she received the painful news that Lady Lannister had died in childbirth, so she decided to agree to betrothed to the Hightowers.

In the end Elia and Baelor ended up getting married that same year in a great ceremony attended by some members of other houses such as Prince Rhaegar Targaryen who personally congratulated the couple. The marriage was happy being very much in love with each other and only a few months later, Elia became pregnant and it was expected that this pregnancy would come to fruition due to the health of the mother.

In 274 a. C., the only female daughter of the couple, Loreza Hightower, was born, being a great joy for the marriage since the little girl was strong and healthy, but the mother would be about to die from the complications of childbirth, staying a few months in bed and recovered slowly. Four years after the birth of her daughter, Elia became pregnant again and gave birth to a male child, Manfred, another very healthy baby, and that her delivery could cost her mother her life, who recovered half a year then. In 283 a. C., the last child of the couple, Addam, was born and this birth left Elia almost dead being she unable to conceive another child again. Baelor agreed not to share the bed with Elia again so that she would not become pregnant again and risk her life in another childbirth that could kill her.

The life of the spouses was quiet until in the year 295 a. C., Leyton Hightower passed away, becoming Baelor the new Lord of the Lighthouse and his son, Manfred, his heir. Elia stayed away from the affairs of Antigua, focusing on her children whom she adored and looking for good marriages for them, managing to commit her daughter Loreza with the heir of Highgarden, Willas Tyrell and her son, Manfred with Desmera Redwyne, the only daughter by Paxter Redwyne.

In 310 a. C., Baelor and Elia were walking through the cities with their children and some of their grandchildren when a great storm was coming, so they decided to return home being completely soaked. The princess of Dorne caught a cold during the journey, becoming ill with a severe flu that left her in bed for a few days until she was found dead in her rooms by her son, Addam. That same year one of her granddaughters, Jeyne Hightower died of puerperal fever, so grandmother and granddaughter were buried together.

Elia's death shattered Baelor who had loved his wife very much, passing away just a year after heart problems and being buried next to his wife and his granddaughter.

Si Baelor Hightower y Elia Martell se hubieran casado.

Loreza Martell estaba de camino a Roca Casterly para oficializar un compromiso con los Lannister que era casar a sus dos hijos, Elia y Oberyn con los hijos de su amiga, Joanna Lannister, los gemelos Cersei y Jaime Lannister. Durante su largo viaje pararon en Antigua donde fueron acogidos por Leyton Hightower y su numerosa familia. Elia y Oberyn pasaron unos días en Oldtown donde la princesa conoció al hijo primogénito de Lord Leyton, Lord Baelor Hightower con el cual tuvo una gran conexión y Baelor se mostro muy interesado en la dorniense considerándola dulce, hermosa y simpática. Este interés por parte del joven hizo que Lady Loreza pensara mejor en comprometer a su hija con el hijo de Lord Hightower, pero pensaba que si aceptaba podía herir el orgullo de su querida amiga Joanna hasta que ese mismo año recibió la dolorosa noticia de que Lady Lannister había muerto de parto, así que decidió aceptar formar un compromiso con los Hightower.

Al final Elia y Baelor acabaron casándose ese mismo año en una gran ceremonia asistiendo algunos miembros de otras casas como el príncipe Rhaegar Targaryen que felicito personalmente a la pareja. El matrimonio fue feliz estando muy enamorados el uno del otro y tan solo unos meses después, Elia quedo embarazada y se esperaba que este embarazo llegara a buen termino por la salud de la progenitora.

En 274 d. C., nació la única hija mujer de la pareja, Loreza Hightower siendo una gran alegría para el matrimonio ya que la pequeña era fuerte y saludable, pero la madre estaría apunto de morir por las complicaciones del parto permaneciendo unos meses en cama y se recupero poco a poco. Cuatro años después del nacimiento de su hija, Elia volvió a quedarse embarazada y alumbro a un hijo varón, Manfred otro bebé muy sano y que su parto le pudo costar la vida a su madre la cual se recupero medio año después. En 283 d. C., nació el ultimo hijo de la pareja, Addam y este parto dejo a Elia casi muerta siendo incapaz de volver a concebir otro hijo mas. Baelor acepto no volver a compartir el lecho con Elia para que no volviera a quedarse en cinta y arriesgar su vida en otro parto que podría matarla.

La vida de los conyugues fue tranquila hasta que en el año 295 d. C., falleció Leyton Hightower convirtiéndose Baelor en el nuevo Señor del Faro y su hijo, Manfred en su heredero. Elia se mantuvo alejada de los asuntos de Antigua centrándose en sus hijos a los cuales adoraba y busco buenos matrimonios para estos, logrando comprometer a su hija Loreza con el heredero de Altojardín, Willas Tyrell y a su hijo, Manfred con Desmera Redwyne, la única hija de Paxter Redwyne.

En 310 d. C., Baelor y Elia paseaban por las ciudades junto a sus hijos y algunos de sus nietos cuando se avecino una gran tormenta, así que decidieron volver a su hogar quedando completamente empapados. La princesa de Dorne cogió frío durante el trayecto enfermando de una fuerte gripe que la dejo en cama por unos días hasta que fue encontrada muerta en sus aposentos por su hijo, Addam. Ese mismo año una de sus nietas, Jeyne Hightower falleció victima de fiebres puerperales así que abuela y nieta fueron enterradas juntas.

La muerte de Elia destrozo a Baelor que había amado mucho a su esposa falleciendo tan solo un año después de problemas cardiacos siendo enterrado al lado de su esposa y su nieta.

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“...Seasonal patterns are typical of nomad life. The pastoralists of ancient Scythia migrated from high summer pastures to winter camps. Each spring, bands came together to bury their preserved dead in kurgan cemeteries. In spring they took purifying saunas; met with other tribes annually for trade fairs; and competed in riding and shooting contests. Warfare and raiding may have been seasonal too, with bands of mostly males away for much of a year, returning each summer to the women with small children. For the Greeks these unfamiliar patterns could have given rise to the idea that the men and women lived separately, coming together once a year to mate.

Another factor is that small, isolated, close-knit tribes can avoid incest and inbreeding by mating with outsiders. (Whether or not they had an embryonic grasp of the scientific rationale, these breeders of horses and other animals would have noticed inbreeding effects.) Exogamous sexual unions among culturally related groups may well have taken place at certain times of the year. It was common practice to forge alliances by intermarriage. In some nomad groups polyamory or “free love” practices—multiple sexual partners for males and females, and polyandry (many “husbands” or men) and polygamy (many “wives” or women)—were accepted.

Xenophon, for example, remarked on the indiscriminate, public sexual intercourse of the tattooed Mossynoeci tribe of Pontus. Herodotus reported that the Agathyrsi, the nomadic Thracian-Scythian tribe, mated freely in order to “foster sibling-like relationships and to eliminate jealousy and hatred.” According to Strabo, among the Siginni of the northwest Caucasus the most accomplished women charioteers could “cohabit with whomever they chose.” Strabo also described the sexual mores of the mountain tribes of Media (northwestern Iran): the men have up to five women and “likewise the women believe it honorable to have as many men as possible and consider less than five a calamity.” Polyandry was practiced by the women of another nomad group near the Caspian Sea, the Tapyri, who had children by several men.

The Massagetae, a Saka-Scythian tribe of Central Asia, formed companionate couples with an “open marriage” option, according to Herodotus and Strabo. The men and women were free to initiate discreet sexual relations with others. The sign for sex in progress was a quiver hung outside a woman’s wagon. (In the Caucasian Nart sagas, the signal that a woman had a sexual guest was his lance stuck in the ground outside her abode.) Ancient Chinese sources also described polyandry and polyamory among the nomad tribes of Inner Asia (chapter 25). Ancient notions of virginal Amazons seem to be at odds with reports of Amazons as sexually active; some scholars argue that Amazons were imaginary figures intended to represent Greek girls out of male control.

Yet many features of the seemingly contradictory Greek descriptions of legendary Amazons may reflect misunderstood nomad customs. Greek girls were usually married by age eighteen, when they passed from the guardianship of their male relatives into their husband’s household. Greek men controlled their wives’ and daughters’ sexual activities. In contrast, there was no set “marriageable” age for girls in Scythia. Herodotus and other writers said that Saka-Scytho-Sarmatian girls did not marry until they had fought and/or killed at least one enemy. In antiquity “virgin” and “maiden” were not always technical terms meaning “intact hymen” or “lacking sexual experience”; the words could mean a sexually active woman who was “unmarried/unattached” to one man.

As noted in chapter 1, only three Amazons were renowned for their lifelong vows of virginity. In some nomad cultures, unattached young women enjoyed liberties shocking to Greeks. In Thrace, for example, where “to live by war and plunder is most glorious,” Herodotus marveled that “they keep no watch over maidens and leave them altogether free.” Girls and boys in nomadic societies were trained alike in the arts of war. In the steppe nomad context, it would be reasonable to expect youths of both sexes to prove their worth before marrying and/or having children. A ritualized duel with a suitor, often from another tribe, could be one way of proving one’s mettle.

The natural historian Aelian described courtship and marriage among the Saka (Massagetae) as a mock battle for dominance. “If a man wants to marry a maiden, he must fight a duel with her. They fight to win but not to the death. If the girl wins, she carries him off as captive and has power and control over him, but if she is defeated then she is under his control.” Aelian may have exaggerated the actual outcome based on the Greco-Roman difficulty in imagining a relationship grounded in equality. Similarly, the notion that only one partner could be dominant led classical writers to insist that any man who loved an Amazon had to either assert his power or submit to hers (see chapter 10).

And yet Aelian’s description turns out to have a basis in reality. Among the nomads of Central Asia, serious and mock duels between heroes and heroines in epic poems often end in love. The traditional courtship customs of nomadic Kyrgyz people and others of ancient Saka lands entail arduous physical contests, such as racing and wrestling, to win a maiden’s love. The contests are sometimes said to determine which marriage partner wins (symbolic) dominance in the relationship (chapters 22–24).

As in Atalanta’s lusty relationship with Meleager, Amazons were enthusiastic lovers of men of their own choosing. Herodotus’s story of the Sarmatians (chapter 3) told how Amazons and young Scythian men had sex, fell in love, and eloped to create a new tribe. The strangers shared sexual attraction and took mutual pleasure in intercourse, repeated over time and, in this case, with the same partners. The couples bonded and decided as a group to spend their lifetimes together, promising to raise their children free of imposed gender roles. Random sex among multiple partners, agreed upon among equals, appears in Strabo’s description of the seasonal mating of Amazons with their neighbors, the Gargarians.

It is not clear whether the Gargarians of the Caucasus were believed to be an all-male tribe. (Their name comes from gargar, ancient Georgian for apricot, native to Colchis.) In Strabo’s account, the Gargarians had originally “lived with” the Amazons in Pontus and migrated with them over the Caucasus Mountains to the northern Black Sea region. At some point, the Gargarians “revolted” and a war ensued. The Gargarians and Amazons finally made peace. They agreed to “a compact that they would live independently but still have dealings with each other in the matter of children.” The clear understanding is that each tribe would benefit from this arrangement.

And so, continues Strabo, following this ancient compact, each summer the Gargarian men go up to a mountain on the border with the Amazon territory to meet Amazonian women. First the men and women offer sacrifices together, signifying the religious propriety of what was to follow. Then, for two months, the Amazons and the Gargarians enjoy casual sex after dark with whoever is handy. The men return to their land and many of the women go home pregnant. Strabo goes on to say that baby girls born of these unions are raised by the Amazons, but “they take the boys to the Gargarians, who adopt and raise them as their own sons, despite uncertain paternity.”

Strabo’s account was drawn from two ancient historians of the Amazons, Metrodorus and Hypsicrates, both of Pontus (their works are unfortunately lost). Might his description reflect a garbled ethnological history of divisions and alliances within a tribe or confederation of tribes in which women were fighters and leaders? Scythian bands continually waxed and waned, united and divided, fought and allied. Modern scholars assume that Strabo intended his story to portray Amazons mating like wild animals solely for reproduction. But his account is complex and may well contain incomplete information about genuine past practices. The treaty between Amazons and the Gargarian men who were once closely associated with the Amazons specified that they would come together each summer to worship and procreate.

Annual gatherings would have involved reunions of friends and relations from past years. Ritualized sacrifice and consensual sex with multiple partners within a sacred precinct is not implausible. Seasonal rendezvous customs fostered exogamy and provided other important social and economic opportunities for scattered nomad groups. One ancient Greek writer clearly associated Amazon sexual activity with nomadic trade fairs: “Whenever the Amazons need children they go to the marketplace on the River Halys (western Pontus) and have intercourse with men.” Strabo reported that as many as seventy tribes of Sarmatia and the Caucasus region came together each year at Dioscurias on the coast of Colchis to socialize and trade.

It is interesting that many Central Asian epics tell of heroes who travel long distances to find brides, and many non-Greek Amazon tales feature marriage to husbands from other tribes, practices that avoid incest and seal alliances. In antiquity, Amazons were assumed to be strongly heterosexual. The women warriors were, as Plutarch put it, “natural lovers of men.” Indeed, some ancient beliefs about physiognomy maintained that it would be natural for “manly” Amazons to be especially attracted to “manly” men. According to this theory, it was overly feminine women who would be attracted to loving other women. Virile women, like Amazons—who could overcome the weak, “effeminate” traits in themselves—were assumed to desire virile men.

…In Greek mythology, confronting a beautiful, passionately resisting, powerful Amazon aroused the Greek heroes to dominate, harm, rape, humiliate, and/or murder such threatening women (chapters 15–18). Yet outside the world of myth, in the Amazonian sexual encounters described by ancient historians and other authors, a consistent theme emerges of mutual sexual attraction, pleasurable consensual sex— plenty of it—and a sense of equality with male lovers. Sexual relations between equal men and women developed into long-term relationships in Herodotus’s story of the Sarmatians, who decided that gender equality was “fair and honorable.”

Herodotus also reported that among the “civilized and righteous Issedonians the women share power equally with their men”. Companionable relationships characterized by equality and a sense of interdependence, like those the Greeks reported among Scythians in antiquity, are traditional and practical ways of life in many nomadic and seminomadic cultures. The ancient Nart sagas of the Caucasus, for example, frequently allude to the shared authority, responsibility, interdependence, love, and affection of male and female “soul mates.” Mutual respect was seen as a necessary condition for a husband and wife.

Early modern European travelers in the Caucasus remarked on the “great freedom and respect accorded to women” and the “humanity and affection” and friendship of husbands and wives. Klaproth remarked, for example, that in the Caucasus “the wife is the companion, and not the menial servant, of the husband.” “Easy camaraderie” and “blurred lines between sex roles” are phrases used to describe the egalitarian lifestyle of some nomads living today in Kazakhstan and other ancient Scythian lands. Among the polytheistic Kalash tribe of northwest Pakistan the women have a remarkable degree of sexual freedom (some Kalash claim descent from Alexander’s Greeks and local women).

…Did the Greeks ever suspect what they might have been missing by suppressing women? Greeks also held a belief that sex between equals— especially gods and heroes but also mortals—could be exciting and fulfilling. That idea anticipates some modern scientific studies correlating gender equality with more frequent sex and happier coupling. Perhaps the popularity of Amazon stories among the Greeks served as a kind of “what if/if only” compensation. The Greek historian Xenophon wrote an oft-quoted dialogue in which a man instructs his young bride on the proper duties of an ideal Greek wife. Yet, like Herodotus, Xenophon also expressed admiration for other societies in which women, like men, were encouraged to engage in vigorous sports like “running and feats of strength” and outdoor activities. Xenophon remarked that “if both mothers and fathers were physically fit their children would be much stronger.”

A pair of lesser-known passages by Xenophon illustrate fascinating real-life situations suggesting that Greeks could enjoy envisioning men and women on more equal terms. In Xenophon’s Symposium (380 BC) we witness the growing excitement of Greek men at a banquet as they observe a steamy sexual encounter of two passionate, willing partners. A handsome young man and woman—noncitizen slaves of equal status—have already entertained the men with choreographed, sinuous gymnastics and a dangerous sword dance–duel. Now they act out a sex scene, taking the roles of the mythic lovers Dionysus and Ariadne. As the two kiss and caress one another, the men, says Xenophon, suddenly realize that the actors are not simply reciting a typical “burlesque” script. The two people are really in love and lust.

Watching genuine lovers of equal status on the verge of satisfying their obvious mutual desire arouses the men to a high pitch, says Xenophon. As the pair discreetly withdraw from view, the bachelors in the audience vow to get married and the married men rush home to their wives, eager to replicate what they have just seen. Xenophon includes another remarkable account of gender equality in his historical memoir of leading his army of ten thousand Greek soldiers back to Greece after a failed campaign in Babylonia (400 BC). Their long march took them north from Persia through Armenia to Pontus, the fabled Amazon homeland on the Black Sea.

Along the way, Xenophon says, the Greek soldiers took “some boys and many women captive, depending on their sexual preferences.” Like the boys, the “beautiful and tall” women and girls of local villages were at first exploited as sexual objects and made to perform daily chores for the men. But during the months of shared hardships and dangers crossing the Armenian mountains in winter, Xenophon explains that a new relationship began to develop between the individual men and the foreign women. They were gradually becoming trusted companions dependent on each other for survival.

Several times the men risked their lives to save the women. The women took up the army’s war cry at crucial moments. Camping together in the cold, hostile land, fending off deadly attacks from natives, and learning each other’s languages and personalities, the Greek soldiers and the barbarian women forged bonds that made them essentially equals. Xenophon’s Greek army had taken on some of the attributes that made Scythian bands so formidable: everyone, male and female, was a potential fighter. Xenophon illustrates this new relationship in his account of the banquet that he, as general, gave for the local Paphlagonian chiefs, because his army needed safe passage through their territory west of Pontus.

To entertain their guests, the Greek men performed their traditional pyrrhic war dances. The choreographed military moves in full armor with weapons and shields was also a not-so-subtle display of martial prowess. Then one of the foreign women at the banquet donned some Greek armor and took up a light shield to “perform a pyrrhic dance with grace.” The amazed Paphlagonian chieftains asked whether these women fought alongside the Greeks. The Greeks assured their guests, “These very women drove off the King of Persia!” In this extraordinary reply, the Greek soldiers were claiming—boasting!—that they had Amazons as their companions in love and war.”

- Adrienne Mayor, “Sex and Love.” in The Amazons: Lives and Legends of Warrior Women across the Ancient World

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