#god just like give her any personality at all at this point

[777rare]

ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PT. 7

THESE NOTES ARE ONLY A STUDY OF MINE AND HAS/HAS NOT BEEN PROVEN YET, SO IF IT DOES NOT RESONATE WITH YOU, FORGIVE ME AS IT WAS ONLY A STUDY/OBSERVATION OF MINE.

I DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY OR REWORD ANY OF MY FELLOW ASTROLOGY OBSERVERS POSTS AND I DEMAND THE SAME IN RETURN.

Also, trigger warning, I have mentioned s**ual harr**ment. You can skip the 6th point in this post if you are sensitive to these things.

• Taurus mercury natives have such elegant voices. My bestfriend has this placement too and my god, her voice is just so feminine and sweet you know, like it has a feminine touch, so soft and relaxing to listen to. Oh, these natives also sing beautifully, it just comes so naturally to them.🤌🥴

• Moon in 5th house individuals get into a lot of relationships in a lifetime. Most of them are unsteady and shortlived. This also makes the native end up in a lot of situationships. One of my friend has this and she faced this a lot too.😕

• My male friend has moon in 4rth house and he values his mother like a 100%.🤯 He always values her opinion on the decisions he makes. He really loves her. The same effect takes place with all men having moon in the 4rth house.😊

• This is just an observation of mine, just a reminder so if this does not relate with you, I apologise.🙏 I have observed that people whose ascendant falls on the 12th house don't really get seen by people as their ascendant. Rather they are seen first as the sign overlaying the 1st house.

>This happens as the native grows up. As children they behaved very much like their ascendant sign but mostly due to being taunted, commented on and so on, they began to hide this part of themselves (which explains the ascendant lying in the 12th house) and then they begin wearing the 1st house sign as a shield that hides what they actually are on the inside.😔😒

>The 12th house represents mainly what is hidden from everyone, mostly because of underlying fear of judgement and not meeting the expectations of others. So the ascendant overlaying here really explains a lot to us.

>For example:

✓ a few of my friends have this in their chart and they've told me how they behaved as kids but changed due to the reasons I mentioned above. The 5th house🤰does give us a picture of how our childhood was but this played a role too.

✓ Like one of my friend has her sagittarius ascendant in the 12th house. As a kid she was always jumping, could not sit still in one place, always laughed and so on but as she grew up, due to the negative commentary of many, she showed her capricorn 1st house side more to others and people began calling her boring or too intimidating to hang out with. She is a silent person now but when you get to know her better and become close enough for her to trust you, this sagittarius side of her naturally comes out and she's very playful with me.🤭🤠

✓ Even my other friend who has leo ascendant in the 12th house told me she was confident and very playful as a kid, quite headstrong when it came to her toys and the ones she played with too but growing up she faced harsh situations and now people see her as this extremely quite, soft and delicate person due to her cancer 1st house, but when she becomes comfortable with you, she shows this bright and creative side of hers. No one recognises how creative she is as well and those who are close with her always call her this ray of sunshine while those who are not, see her as this shy walking creature. We often even compare her to the sun saying she's like the sun in a dark room.🌻🌞

This can mostly resonate with those whose placidus chart resonates well with them because I have seen this more on placidus charts than whole sign charts.

• True node ☌ (conjunct) Uranus natives are extremely free- spirited people who will destroy anything or anyone who tries to take away their freedom, even if it's family.

(by destroy, I don't necessarily mean physical violence. I mean go against them and disturb their peace of mind and many a times even verbally wound them or just cut them off from their life)

They don't want to live by rules and norms of society often questioning it. They desire a life away from all the constraints that society has imposed upon humanity. They believe very much in the laws of nature and dislike the way humans restrict free-spirits like them.

They believe that they've come on Earth to fulfill their soul purpose alone and not to be entirely bound or tied down by the toxic desires desires and wishes of others, especially when it's control them. Now, these people are not savages or rouges. They are in fact very non-judgmental and offer you free space to be yourself.

They are the aliens in a world full of human beings. They have this very strong gut feeling that they have come on Earth to make a massive change. They are also usually lost in this world where everything changes in the blink of an eye, where the world evolves faster as the years pass by. They are also very good with technology I must say, they are very quick learners too, mostly with only what really grabs their attention because they cannot focus entirely on one thing.

They are curious souls longing for answers to their mind boggling questions. They are hard to figure out, hence I call them the Aliens on Earth and their minds/thoughts are UFOs. They can never settle, either physically or mentally or even both.

The depth of their mind and it's inner adventures are massive and eccentric in nature. They are amazing adventurers. Most of the time they really want to separate themselves from humanity and go to another planet.

They are also very very loyal and devoted lovers when they are 100% assured by their partner that their partner will be theirs no matter what. They do have a tendency to get flighty when they're afraid to invest completely only to be betrayed and cheated by their partner. This is all because of The impact of AQUARIUS features. ♒

• Natives with Black Moon Lilith (or any Lilith for that matter) ☌ (conjunct) Vertex can face significant fated events that target the darkest parts of themselves that they dont heal within themselves and are ashamed of.

These are the kind of events that can bring out or resurface shame and the unaccepted sides of themselves. There is also heavy risks of explicit exposure, se*ual harr**ment, being exploitated by both genders,etc. (how you are exploited can be mentally, physically, emotionally, etc and depends upon which house lilith sits in).

These individuals should be very careful about having their explicit stuff exposed to the public. There will also be an event that will completely change the native and push them to give 0 fucks about what society thinks of them, because all they've ever done was be kind, been taken advantage of in so many ways and no one stood up for them and even pretended to.

You must be careful wherever Lilith sits because this exposure and/or events will take place in those areas of your life.

Ex: 6TH HOUSE = colleagues, workplace, acquaintances, hidden enemies, innocence. When Lilith sits here be careful of those whom you are kind with and who are kind with you because in secret they may spread false rumours about you and even stalk you in order to expose you in some way. Your acquaintances may even blackmail you for various reasons so as to get you to do what they want you to do. These events can impact your health greatly.

I have this too and I have been through such shameful situations that I'm still working on healing.😮‍💨

• I have observed that once a fixed sign Mars (♉♒♌♏) native is done with you, they are DONE. If you do them dirty in any way, no matter how minor it is, they will never look at you the same way they did before ever again and they'll never apologise when they believe they've done nothing wrong.

They'll never beg you for forgiveness or run behind you when you stop giving them attention. They prioritize self-respect and don't feel the need to waste time with people or situations that cannot improve. Most of my friends have this and I've seen this in every single one of them.

"You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist". This is what they believe very much when it comes to dealing with people. If there is no reciprocation of respect, they will put their foot down, No doubt.

They are also very stern when it comes to making decisions. Very headstrong and you cannot convince these people easily. You will need a lot of evidence, proof and assurance to convince these natives about anything.🧐🥲

Like for example, if any or both of your parents have a fixed Mars, when you ask their permission to go out to a place with friends or ask them if you can go to that birthday party, or anything that requires their permission and consent, they will ask you so so many questions and even go the extra mile to make sure you are safe and that you are telling them the truth.😮‍💨 It is very hard to convince these natives when it comes to absolutely anything folks, you'll need an hour or two at least and even years at most lol.😭😂

My mom and sister, both, have a Taurus Mars and my god, they are so so hard to convince. They also are very stern decision makers and they value respect and boundaries which if messed with in any way, they will cut that person out so easily. 😶

Both of them are extremely overprotective of their loved ones and even very very possessive of the ones they love. This trait can be seen in the fixed sign Mars natives in general. They are so overprotective and possessive that it can become quite unbearable for the person experiencing it because the fixed sign Mars natives begin to check in on everything the person does.

celebrity examples:

•An actor named Ajay Devgn has his Mars in scorpio and his ex, Tabu, explained how Ajay's overprotectiveness and extreme possessiveness of her scared her and she left him because of it.

•Tom Cruise has his Mars in Taurus and his ex wives have told, the reason they left him was mainly due to his overhearing nature and how possessive he was of them so he would control what they wore and so on.

Thats all for today guys! I really hope you enjoyed reading this and I pray you have a bright day ahead❤️🌻

Thankyou for tuning in!

[theereina]

Big Mama Pt. 12 | Enough

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +5.1K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, light smut (fingering), heavily dialogue-centered, angst, verbal argument, self-deprecation

🦋Big Mama (series) => 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Early That Morning

“Monnie, I don't know… Everything is just…,” I said, crying softly.

“Girl! If you don't just praise God right quick, and call that man to thank him.” Monnie said, smacking her lips. She was understandably agitated with my response. Was it lackluster? Yes, but I didn't know what to say or do about it. I didn't want to seem ungrateful, but I honestly wasn't happy with the outcome.

After almost three weeks of pure hell, I received a call from a lawyer that Terry himself hired. I was told the conditions for maintaining my freedom as I was currently living in the aftermath of the incident between Terry, me, and Taylor. It was finally over, but here I was still crumbling under the weight of it all.

The terms and conditions were as follows:

Terry agrees not to sue Taylor as long as she agrees not to sue me.

Terry agrees not to file and pursue criminal charges against Taylor as long as she agrees to drop the charges against me and forfeit her right to refile.

I would not be allowed to approach Taylor in any public setting, but we could be present in the same vicinity.

There would be no established restraining order from Taylor against me, just a peace order since we have no standing or pre-existing relationship.

Terry's family agreed to take care of any outstanding medical bills for Taylor, along with her receiving a small undisclosed amount.

The records would be expunged after 90 days.

The terms were simple and clear. I just hated how much Terry had to give up for it. The outcome was obviously unfavorable and one-sided. The single impartial party who deserved justice and compensation received none— Terry. Because of that, I felt like crawling into a hole and never resurfacing. Guilt was burning across all of my deepest thoughts, creating a pile of self-doubt and resentment in the crevices of every memory— happy, sad, or indifferent.

My faith in love had been tainted by my own doing not because I didn't think Terry loved me but because I felt like he shouldn't. Every voice in my head told me I was and should've been deemed unlovable years ago. Honestly, a person like me is not capable of accepting a love as pure as Terry's. For me, it was like carrying around a burden of responsibility that was far too delicate and overwhelming. As hard as I fought to keep the world inside my head unburdened by the plague of self-doubt, I failed— forgetting just how easy it is for me to self-destruct without the slightest potential of reprieve.

2 Hours Later

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

I was startled awake by the thunder of someone pounding on my front door. I had fallen asleep on the loveseat in my living room.

Jumping up, I attempted to make my way to the door. I used the oversized plush blanket as a cover and held it tightly against my body. I was only wearing a sports bra and micro-biker shorts.

As I walked around the edge of the coffee table, the blanket snagged the corner and positioned itself under my feet. My right foot got trapped in the sea of fabric, causing me to crash onto the floor. My knees collided with the laminated wood with vigor. I had no time to lick my wounds.

“Shit!” I yelled.

At this point, I was more than agitated. I tore the blanket off of me and tossed it to the floor. Using the arm of the recliner, I regained my footing and stood up. I placed my hands on my hips and drew in a deep breath as my body registered the pain from the fall.

Before I could make another move, the knocking began again. This time, the sounds were harder and louder.

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

Each knock sounded off, shaking the front door. I paused in fear. My anxiety peaked as my mind began to race with disturbing thoughts. I wasn't expecting visitors, so who was this?

“I can hear you inside, ‘Vana. Please, just open the door.” said a muffled voice from outside.

No. No. No. It couldn't be. Why would he be here?

“Terry?!” I yelled back in confusion and relief.

“Yes, baby! Now, can you open the door? We really need to talk,” he said.

I remained frozen in place. Losing the ability to hear, Terry's voice began to drown out.

“Havana!” he yelled again.

“Uh, Terry. I just… I don't…,” I whimpered loudly.

Before any coherent thoughts left my lips, the door swung open. I couldn't help but stare at Terry in shock.

“How the fuck……,” I asked as I approached him slowly.

“I had a key made months ago. I wanted it for emergencies. This counts as an emer….,” Terry said.

“Terry! Get out! Now!” I yelled. I was beyond frustrated and tired.

Today has worn me thin, and my patience was at its lowest. I wasn't in the mood for tolerating any form of nonsense or mess.

“No! Havana, baby… We need to talk, and I'm not leaving until we do.”

I knew I owed Terry an apology, a conversation, and everlasting grace; but I couldn't even find it in me to give myself the same.

I was battling the urge to do what I normally do—spew hateful words until the other person retreats. For the first time in my life, my body and mind actually agreed with my heart. I couldn't do it. Nothing would come out no matter how many times I opened my mouth— no words word forms and all sounds were deafened on my lips. I was unconsciously saving myself from myself, and, in this fight, I was my only opponent.

“Havana, look at me!” Terry said, grabbing my chin. Oh, how a firm yet loving hand can change things. My heart fluttered and skipped in my chest as his fingers stoked the surface of my skin.

“Terry… I… I'm sorry,” I said as tears finally broke free. “You… Y-you deserve more than I can give you. I want… I want you to be happy. I just don't think that can happen with me.”

“Mama, don—,” Terry said.

“No! Terry, just lea—leave. Please!” I yelled, pushing him away.

“Havana,” Terry said, grabbing my arms. His eyes dropped to meet mine.

Yanking away from him, I yelled again, “Ter—!”. Before I could finish, Terry's face shifted into a look of utter aggravation.

“That's it! Havana Rose,…. sit down or I'll sit you down,” Terry muttered through gritted teeth as he pointed towards the couch.

I stood there for a second frozen in shock. I never expected Terry to put up this much of a fight.

“Aight, I'm done. I'm sick—,” he started to speak as he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, “—of this shit!”.

Terry began to carry me down the hall. I pushed against his back in a feeble attempt to be released. I knew struggling was pointless, but I wasn't ready for the conversation Terry clearly wanted to have.

As we rounded the corner of my bedroom door, I could feel the tears falling with ease. There was no noise leaving my body as I silently wept. I should've prepared for this more productively. Instead, I tried to choose a coward's way out, and Terry wasn't having it.

Like always, life had a weirdly tumultuous way of making me confront my feelings.

Placing me on the bottom edge of my bed, Terry stood in front of me. His eyes scanned my face as he watched me teeter on the edge of implosion.

“Hav—,” Terry started. He squatted down in front of me and rested his hands on my knees.

As much as I wanted this to end, one question was burning through my mind— heavy and bitter as it weighed on my tongue. Unfortunately for me, the four words could not be swallowed back down, allowing the unpleasantness of the discontent to fester in the back of my throat. I knew how to rectify this feeling, and I knew how to pacify the voices in my head. But, should I, and did I deserve it?

“Do you love me?” I asked, avoiding Terry's gaze. I could see his lips begin moving, so I placed my hand over his mouth. “No, just listen to me. I want you to think about what happened. I can't even control my anger. W-what if… you wake up one day and finally realize y-you… deserve better… than me. I'm sick of pretending like… like I'm enough. Terry, we both know I'll never be enough, so let's just end this now,” I spoke barely above a whisper.

Terry's hands lifted to rest on my shoulders. As his eyes pleaded with me, I saw a glimmer of something I wish I didn't— hesitation and uncertainty. I slowly pushed his hands off my shoulders, waiting for him to just say what we already knew.

Terry didn't love me. He loved what he thought I—

“’Vana, let's get something clear. I love you with all my fuckin' heart. Just saying I love you isn't enough for me because you're everything to me. What can I do to show you that? Huh? Tell me, love. What can I do?”

I hung my head in defeat. Most women would be swooning over this, but it only added another layer to the guilt that was consuming me. Now, he was giving me unconditional love when I couldn't even allow myself the space to apologize.

“Terry, no. Please, just—,” I choked, wiping away tears.

“No, you stop. Stop beating yourself up about this. I understand that what I did made you doubt me, but don't ever feel like the problem was you. I was. I did it. All of this is on me. If I would have been man enough to tell you the truth about what happened, there wouldn't have been a fight. That one mistake caused all of this. This is my fault, not yours. And—,” he spewed breathlessly.

“Terry…,” I interrupted him.

“No, let me finish. Believe me, when I say this, I'll fight the devil himself for you. I'll climb the mountains in heaven just to find you again. I don't think you understand me, baby. I love every part of you. I hope that one day you can see that. Today might not be that day, but dammit if I don't try.”

Terry stood at his full height, towering over me. His eyes were bright yet somehow lacking their normal vitality, seeming to be void of any indication of happiness. It became clear to me that this was wearing Terry down just as much as it was me. As much as I wanted him to give up, the idea of causing him such grief and fatigue weighed heavily on my heart.

He drew his hands into fists as I watched his eyes. His face became flustered, and his breathing became ragged. Every breath choppier than the last. I could sense something brewing inside of him. His hands were shaking slightly as they rested by his side. As he unclenched and clenched his fists, his bottom lip began to quiver. His eyes glossed over, and his gaze became lethargic. No… No… This couldn't be happening.

“Terry, I'm sorry. I just feel like we can't—,” I said, standing from the bed.

Tears were streaming from Terry's eyes. The strength in his face was faltering right before my eyes.

I slowly reached out to touch his face, stroking his cheek while I wiped away the tears. He grabbed my hand, holding it tightly against his cheek.

“These… these last few weeks have been pure hell for me. I missed you so much, mama. It's like for the first… for the first time in my life, I know love; and that's because of you,” he paused for a moment, taking long deep breaths. “It was a funny feeling at first…. and coming to terms with it was hell. You only hear of women wanting to be seen and heard, but now that I know the feeling—. I don't think I could ever go back to what I thought love was.”

“Terry, you really feel that way?” I asked, sobbing with him at this point.

“Yes, it honestly scared me when I realized how much I loved you… Whew… I had to sit with the fact that I had never loved someone that much… and… and I had never been loved properly before you. Baby,… listen to me… I can say this before God and before you… that this is a love worth fighting for. Havana Rose, YOU'RE worth fighting for. Do you… please, tell me you understand,” he sobbed into my hand.

“Terry, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't want… I just didn't know what to say,” I said, pulling him into a hug.

“You don't have to say anything. Just tell me you're not leaving,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

His hands wrapped around my waist even tighter. I rested my face in his chest and mumbled a quiet no.

How could I leave him, especially now? For the first time, my heart felt— full.

“Thank you, ‘Vana. I love you. Okay?” he said, leaning into me.

“I love you, too,” I confessed, wiping away my tears.

I reached out to touch Terry's face, tracing the outline of his jaw. As if that was all the reassurance he needed, his shoulders dropped slowly. I watched patiently as his body returned to a state of normalcy— shoulders broad, chest out, and head high.

As we stood there silently refusing to let each other go, he let out a long yawn.

“Tired?” I questioned, looking up at him.

“Yeah,” he laughed.

“Wanna take a nap… uh… together?” I asked, praying that he would say yes.

There was nothing I craved more than his touch right now. I needed him bad. Luckily, I didn't have to wait long for his answer.

“Hell, yeah!” he blurted, lifting me. His hands carefully wrapped my legs around his waist.

He kneeled on the edge of the bed, crawling towards the head with me in his arms. He gently laid me in the center of the pillows. I released my legs and let them fall onto the bed.

Finally untangling from each other, Terry lifted himself onto his hands. He scooted down so that his head was resting on my chest. I used one hand to run my fingers through his velvety hair, massaging his scalp with my fingertips. The other hand soothingly rubbed his back like a baby. Terry's arms wrapped under my body, embracing me tightly. I let my lips rest at the top of his head.

“Go to sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up,” I cooed into his ear.

2 Hours Later

Waking up to Terry's body on mine felt like home— a place I'd never been allowed to experience. As I watched his shoulders rise and fall with each breath, I released one of my own. With him here in my arms, I could breathe again.

Terry's presence was a breath of fresh air because, admittedly, he was the air that I breathed. I had never felt so attached to anyone or anything. Every part of him called out to something in me. His voice soothed my soul, his lips electrified whatever they touched, his hands… God, his hands absolved me of my suffering, and his eyes knew how to see my heart.

“I love you,” I said softly, kissing Terry's head. “I just gotta figure out how… how to love me, too.”

Terry's arms adjusted underneath me, causing me to hold my breath. Embarrassment washed over me, warming my skin. I was silently praying that he didn't hear me. Releasing a deep groan after a few minutes, I realized he was in a deep sleep again. His shoulders slumped forward, allowing his body to melt into mine.

Releasing a heavy sigh, I leaned over and kissed Terry's forehead. I knew that lifting this man off of me would be damn near impossible. I was debating on if I should wake him up or not. I shifted to one side so his hold on me would loosen. His arms fell away from my body, allowing me to scoot out from under him— barely. I carefully moved towards the edge of the bed. I slowly turned my body so my feet softly landed on the floor.

I stood from the bed, stumbling as the feeling in my legs returned. They felt like jelly as a deep tingling sensation went to my toes. I kicked my feet and flicked my ankles.

As I sauntered across the room, I heard Terry stir in his slumber. I glanced over my shoulder to see him now on his back. His arm thrown across his chest left him posed so… so… delicately like an angel. Terry’s face alone could render even the most wicked defenseless.

I smiled brightly at the sight of him. I quietly opened the bathroom door. Stopping to stare at the mirror, I took in my appearance. Yikes! I looked like… something, and it wasn't nice.

I mentally made plans to do my hair— or maybe I'll just pay someone.

Using the bathroom as quickly as possible, I reentered the bedroom and dried my hands on a towel. I glanced over at Terry to see his chest still rising and falling. I half-smiled at the sight. Walking towards the door, I entered into the front room. I closed the door softly behind me.

Before I could reach the kitchen, I heard a noise coming from behind me. The springs of my old mattress were loud and alarming.

“Havana! Where are you?!” yelled Terry from the bedroom. I could hear the bed creaking again.

I turned around to walk back to the bedroom door. “Why is this man yelling?” I asked myself quietly as I giggled.

“HAVANA!” Terry yelled even louder than the first time. The tone of his voice contained a sense of urgency and concern. Panic set in for me as soon as I realized the distress in his voice.

Sprinting towards the door, I flung it open. “What's wrong?” I inquired softly.

Terry was seated on the edge of the bed, facing the door. His eyes shot up to meet mine. The look on Terry's face made my heart thump. My breath quickened anxiously. His eyes were red, and his face was flushed. His head swayed on his shoulders as his breathing quieted. His fingers dug into the bed with a ferocious grip.

I approached him slowly. Softening my voice before speaking, I raised my hand to stroke his cheek. “Baby, are you okay?” I asked him.

Terry's eyes darted from my face to the floor. The worried look on his face cut deep as his eyes seemed to search for mine. This was not a look of simple anxiety or worry. His countenance was charged with— despair and desperation.

I leaned over to place kisses on his forehead. “Hey, I'm right here. Wh—,” I whispered as Terry threw his arms around my waist.

He pulled me into a fervent embrace. His arms felt like a second skin against my body. I felt his shoulders fall forward as his body went limp against mine. I couldn't understand the overwhelming range of emotions this man was displaying.

“I… I… I th-thought you were gone,” he said with his face pressed into my belly.

I squatted down in front of him. “Terry, I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I told you that, honey,” I said, cupping his chin in my hand.

He slowly shook his head in understanding as if he was coming to terms with my words.

That's when it hit me. HE THOUGHT I HAD LEFT.

“Terry, look at me. I love you. You big baby,” I said, smiling at him somberly.

“I know. I just panicked I guess. I'm sorry about that,” he said, looking at the floor.

“Awww, don't apologize. I'm okay, papa,” I said, rising on my feet. “You hungry?” I asked him while softly caressing the side of his neck.

His head leaned up slowly as a slight grin spread across his face. “Hell yeah,” he laughed.

Later That Night

“You done, baby?” I asked Terry as I stood from the couch. I held my hand out to take his plate.

“Yeah, here—,” he started. “Wait! Give those here. I got it. You sit down,” he said, taking the plates from me.

“Terry, I could've washed them. It isn't that many.”

“Nah… I told you I got it,” he said, kissing my forehead as he walked past me.

I stood there in silence. This was so adorable to me. How could this man get any cuter?

“Ok. Fine. I'll sit, I guess.” I sat down on the arm of the couch.

Terry entered the kitchen and placed the dishes in the sink. I don't know why, but the sight of this man washing dishes was so… I could feel the butterflies in my tummy going wild.

As I watched his back muscles move, I felt something. I immediately felt my panties grow damp as his shirt clung to every curve and crevice of his body.

I bit my lip as I crossed my legs. Feeling my body come alive, I released a quiet sigh. I needed this man— on me, in me, with me, however.

I repositioned myself with my legs on both sides of the arm of the couch so that I was straddling it. I was losing a silent battle between my mind and my body. I could feel my hips move slowly. There was no way this man had me grinding my pussy against a fuckin' couch. The friction of my labia and clit rubbing against the couch through the thin material of my biker shorts aided in creating the slick pool in the seat of my shorts. I knew they were ruined, but I was too aroused to stop.

I gulped in desperation, trying to fight against whatever this was. I didn't want to attack this man just yet. I knew words needed to be said and feelings needed to be discussed. I looked down at my body, covering my face in shame. I was being betrayed by the only thing I thought I had control over— myself. Every movement I made and thought I had was overpowered by him.

I was suffering, and I knew it. There was only one way to stop it. I had to feed the beast.

With eyes stricken with defeat, I looked over at him. I feverishly hummed in desperation, “Terry. I… um… I-,”.

To my surprise, he was no longer facing the sink. He was looking directly at me. I froze in shame. I watched his eyes lower as his gaze dropped. I dropped my head and looked at the floor.

“You need something, ‘Vana?” Terry asked. His voice boomed through the air. The intense weight of that question landed right where I needed it— my heart and my pussy. I was past hot and bothered. I was in the middle of having a sexual crisis.

I looked back at him and nodded. At this point, I was a needy mess. If Terry so much as touched me, I'd cum. I wanted to speak, but I knew whatever sound my lips released would be lascivious.

“I’m going to ask you again. Do you need something?” Terry asked, leaning forward against the kitchen island.

“Yeessss,” I whined.

“And what do you need?” he asked, moving to the other side of the island.

I drew in a breath and spoke, “YOU! I NEED YOU!”.

The speed at which Terry made it to me was incredible. His movements were so swift and fluid that his feet never made a sound.

His arms wrapped around my body as he picked me up. My legs instantly found their home around his waist. As soon as his gaze met mine, our lips crashed into each other's. His tongue grazed the seam of my lips, begging for entry. I parted my lips and without pause, our tongues went to war. Each of us fighting for more.

I leaned back to catch my breath. I was shocked to discover that we were now standing in my bedroom. I was too wrapped up in that kiss to notice our location changed.

Terry softly placed me in the center of the bed. He slowly lifted his shirt above his head before tossing it across the room. His hands dropped to the top of his waistband.

I watched intently as his hands moved to remove his clothes. I was practically salivating in anticipation for his pants to fall. I knew what I wanted to see. Terry sensed my eagerness and released a rumbly laugh. “Patience, baby,” he said, removing his pants.

My eyes locked into the large tent at the front of his boxers. I reached out to palm the ever-growing bulge in need and desperation. My neediness had slowly built up in the pit of my stomach becoming a slow churning ache. Terry’s hand grabbed mine and brought it to his lips. He began gingerly kissing my inner wrist.

“Daddy,” I whimpered, pulling my hand away.

Terry's demeanor shifted as his hand once again grabbed mine. Interlocking his fingers in mine, he pulled my hand towards his chest. He placed it over his heart while leaning over me.

“Nah…. Not Daddy. Terry. That's my name tonight. Okay?” he said, pressing me further into the mattress.

I stared straight into his eyes. Lost for words was an understatement. For some reason, I fully understood the intention behind his declaration. This was between Havana and Terry, and this was NOT a scene.

Moments Later

“Say it, baby. I wanna hear you say it,” Terry said, placing his mouth back on my nipple. Using nothing but the tip of his tongue, he flicked the overly sensitive bud repeatedly.

My body was growing more and more enraptured by nothing more than Terry's touch. The feeling of his tongue and hands all over my body was intoxicating. I was in love, love drunk, and high off him.

“I'm yours,” I moaned out quietly.

“And… What else?” Terry asked, switching to my other breast.

Pushing my chest up, I wrapped my hands around the back of his head. Fully enthralled in the moment, my grasp on reality slipped.

“I'm… I'm enough. I'm enough,” I rasped almost chanting into the air.

Terry's licks became suckles as one of his hands found a home between my legs.

He moaned as he found pleasure in his own sentiments. “Enough for who?” he asked back in reinforcement.

“For you!” I screamed, feeling myself come undone as two of Terry's fingers pushed into my pussy.

The gasp I let out became trapped in my throat, leaving me choking on air.

“Breathe, ‘Vana. Hey, take a deep breath for me,” Terry pleaded, knitting his eyebrows together in concern.

I swallowed hard and struggled to find air. This was too much. For the first time, I didn't know how to respond or react. The control of my body was no longer in my hands. Terry's voice quickly became the guiding light drawing me to whatever awaited me. Whether that was pleasure, happiness, or a combination of both, I would gratefully accept my fate after wholeheartedly surrendering to his every desire, urge, and craving. I was HIS, and his authority was absolute— there was no doubt about it.

“Look at me. Don't… you… ever… doubt… how much… I… love… you. Understood?” Terry demanded in between kisses as his fingers slowly pumped in and out of me.

“Y-yes. I'm sorry,” I whined, clenching around his fingers.

“All I want you to focus on is breathing. Let me handle everything else,” Terry whispered into my ear.

“Ughh….” I sobbed as tears rolled from the corners of my eyes.

“Baby, I missed you,” he cooed, resting his lips against my chin.

“I… I mi-missed you, too,” I panted breathlessly.

Terry's lips covered mine in a kiss fueled by desire, stealing my breath and filling me with his. A heavenly set of plush full lips left a soft trail of kisses along my chin until they reached the side of my neck. Tongue swiping back and forth over the supple skin. I gasped as I felt his teeth nip on the sensitive area.

Every action led to one conclusion— this was yearning in its purest form. LOVE.

“Talk to me, ‘Vana. I need to hear something,” he whispered into the side of my neck. All while his two fingers were stealing my soul— slowly.

Against my better judgment, I attempted to speak. I whimpered in delirium as my mouth released nothing but haphazard babbles. All poor attempts at speech as words slipped from my recollection. I just hoped, for my sake, that my body could tell Terry what my mouth couldn't.

As I was sinking and falling simultaneously to a place I had never been, a new question arose. Is this what being stripped raw felt like?

Without my permission, Terry had pulled me into a state of vulnerability and surrender. Using only his hands and his tongue, he had left me exposed with nowhere to hide. I was being forced to hand over my heart and soul. I was finding myself with every kiss.

To myself, I was Havana Rose Taylor. A black woman who deserved love in all forms. I was an exquisite piece of art— rare and invaluable. I was flawed yet virtuous, in my own right.

To the man I loved, I was deserving and admirable. I was the world in human form. A woman capable of love— potent and everlasting. I was desirable and alluring in every facet of the terms. I was… HIS.

And most importantly, I was enough— for me and for Terry.

A/N: Remember, I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by ME (theereina). Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

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[lambilegs]

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ contains: nsfw content (minors + ageless blogs dni), reader receiving strap, dirty talk, breeding kink, sevika being a taunting little shit, degradation (including the name "slut"), reader thinking they're straight and sevika taunting them about it, face smacking, daddy kink, slight painplay, reader's body is referred to with the terms: "pussy," "clit," "cunt," not proofread

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ divider by: @/anitalenia

imagine: you've gone most of your life thinking you're straight, always having pointedly ignored any telltale signs of your desire for women. lingering gazes, feelings just teetering on the edge of affection, moments of curiosity -- you've always swept it under the rug, opting for what you thought would be easier, albeit less fulfilling, relationships with men.

now, imagine how it'd be if sevika was the first woman to ever fuck you.

she'd be pure arrogance, riding on the fact that she was the person you just couldn't resist giving into, the woman you just finally had break out of your willful ignorance for in order to have, even for just one night. she'd be pulling out all her best moves, determined to turn you into utter putty from her touch.

at this point, your thoughts are a hazy blur of pleasure, aches and clenches. you can't even recall which touches came first or last, which way gave attention to your clit first, how many fingers she had in you moments before now. because your mind is just a malleable, softened and exhausted lump of sensations, incoherent little noises bubbling up your throat as sevika's longer fingers wrap around your wrists and keep you pinned down, her dildo spreading you out with every dive it takes into your hole, the stinging stretch mixing with an undeniable fullness that tickles at your g-spot and sends you into an raging amount of satisfaction.

saliva drips onto your chin, warm and slippery, as her voice rasps against your skin, "you like getting dicked down by a woman, huh? this pussy hasn't been treated right by your boy toys?"

"no, no, daddy," you babble, your mind too frazzled to even resist giving into her stroke of her ego. "wasn't good, wasn't good, no one felt as good as you."

"yeah, I can tell," she grunts, her mouth twisted into a downright evil grin, the split between her teeth clear as day. "practically panting and moaning like a porn star over this dick."

you gasp at her words, your arms wrapping around her broad frame, palms spreading over her hot, sweat-dampened skin, relishing in the feeling of the hard muscle that rolls and flexes beneath. when she smacks her hips against yours extra hard, her cock sinking deep into your cunt, the fit so snug and tight that you can feel the burn of her burrowing in you, you keen loudly, your nails digging into her back.

you nearly apologize until she chuckles against your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. "got some heat in you, don't you? go on, leave your marks. wanna look back on them and remember the little slut who practically folded in two seconds."

"f-fuck off," you cry out, your neck hanging back when her hand snakes down, thick thumb rubbing careful circles around your clit, making it stiffen and pulse in complete lust.

"'fuck off, daddy,'" she mimics, the mocking words littered with grunts of effort from her. "easier to believe if it wasn't for this pussy getting so tight on my dick." she lightly smacks her hand against your cheek, grabbing your jaw and shaking it around. "gonna cream this dick, baby? have my come shoved so deep in you that you can never fuck another guy without wishing I was buried in you?"

your mouth drops in a silent cry, writhing against her. god, the mere fucking thought of her creaming your cunt, sending load after load into your hole until it's oozing out, has you losing your fucking mind.

"yeah, you like that, don't you? if this dick was real, I'd be leaving you nice and pregnant, babygirl -- such a cute little thing, getting so--" she thrusts harder, "fucking--" and harder, "hard--" and harder, "to thrust into."

you sob, wrapping your legs around her, wanting to cling to her, to this moment, for as long as possible. "yes, yes, fuck, wanna be claimed so badly."

"you better know what you're asking for," she mutters against your jaw, pressing sloppy, slick kisses all over it. "because I'm gonna give you a lot more than what you're bargaining for."

through your moans, you giggle, "that cocky?"

her smile broadens, grey eyes flashing at the challenge. "no. just that certain."

[iguessitsjustme]

When It Rains It Pours Ep 3 & 4 Thoughts

Listen. I am currently at work and not about to watch this show (for at least a few more hours) but I after deciding to wait to watch the next episode and sleeping on it, my little brain wheels started turning and I have some thoughts to get out about the first two episodes before I start the next one. So this time there is more than just a liveblog under the cut:

I wrote that and then immediately had to actually do work. Alas. Anygay

So I was thinking about why the relationship between our boy and his girlfriend felt off to me and I think I puzzled it out. She takes immaculate care of his nails. To the point that other people notice. But his nails are where her care starts and ends. He is initiating all of their conversations basically. She will engage with him but she won't start anything. Except the nail thing. It's why he wants her to be jealous. Because then he will have some sort of proof that she cares. Cause at this point it doesn't feel like she cares about him as a person. She cares about his nails and their appearance because if they look bad that is a poor reflection on her as a girlfriend. But his actual well being and how he feels? She's not present for it. Sure, she'll turn around before she leaves and asks for a hug, but it's so out of character and out of place that our boy doesn't even realize that's what she's asking for at first. He needs to communicate his needs with words, but he has definitely been indirectly communicating his needs and she's not paying attention. Or she is and she doesn't care. And she is not communicating anything either. Their beds have separated to the point there is a table between them. A clear indicator that what they had before is changed. It can easily be moved back to how it was but neither one of them is doing it. No one is even making an attempt. Who put that bedside table there? Because my bet is that it was her. A signal to him that something had changed, but she doesn't have the guts to actually say it. Or even to admit it to herself probably. Anyway I still think she's cheating.

And now I want to talk about Sei and his boyfriend (?). It seems like Sei has made an awful lot of compromises. Does Sei have any say in anything to do with that relationship? How much of himself has he given? Way too much. And I'm not saying his boyfriend (?) needs to compromise on having sex with him if that's not something he wants. But he can compromise on other things. That's what a relationship is. He gets jealous of Sei having someone else to talk to. But Sei can't be in the apartment because of an interviewer coming over. Sei is obviously a homebody but his boyfriend (?) seems to go out a lot. Does he ever make the time to stay home with Sei. Sei has proven he is willing to leave the apartment for his boyfriend (?). So why not invite him to something. Even if it's just the two of them. Why is Sei supposed to give up all of himself and have no control over anything at all?

Okay. That's a lot of words and I haven't even started episode 3. I didn't even mention the plastic umbrellas. Lord jesus.

OKAY. The fact that she TOLD him he has rice on his face instead of removing it for him. Something is not right. She doesn't love him. At least not any more. They don't have any sense of domesticity.

Oh so not boyfriends. Best friends. Okay that tracks. Except the jealousy thing. Also Sei has still given waaaayyyy too much of himself to this dude. He needs to be free to be himself. There's something there about being closeted.

I am watching. I am listening. I am learning. *hyper focuses on arms full of umbrellas*

Man I really wish I had the spoons to talk about the music in this show cause it is phenomenal. Someone remind me this weekend. That is if anyone wants that.

Something something framing. My brain is currently hibernating.

They are about to find out aren't they? God bless.

THEY BOTH EMAILED ABOUT THE STATUE. ARE THEY NOW GONNA LOOK AT EACH OTHER?

God bless.

Episode 4 time? Episode 4 time. (but only if this truck goes away it's shaking my whole apartment.)

Truck is gone. I am free. Episode 4 let me look at ya with my eyeballs

…have I mentioned that I haven't been getting much sleep lately?

Something something going down an escalator. He's going down. Towards hell? Making poor decisions cause he's gonna cheat on his girlfriend? Going to hell because he's going to learn about his attraction to men? And obviously gay people go to hell? I need a shot of those two together going up the escalator or I'm gonna scream.

Oh he's me. This is the literal exact thing I would say to my friend in this situation.

Okay I get it. I get it. I'm gonna be thinking about this scene for a while. The way Sei thought the messages as knew them were over. The way instead he was asked out to dinner. Because both of them need each other. They understand each other in a way no one has understood them before. They see themselves in each other. I'm fine. I'm totally and completely fine. Where are the umbrellas.

Oh the toe.

DID HIS FRIEND DESIGN THE CARD HOLDER? IS THAT WHAT THE SOMETHING IS. Or one of the somethings. Everything is connected.

"When he shows his masculine side it kills the mood" girl WHAT. Are you even attracted to him? Do you even like men? Girl. Be so fucking for real right now.

So I hate both of their partners. The girlfriend and the best friend. They are both keeping these two trapped and I HATE it.

Should I watch episode 5? *looks at the time*

[prlssprfctn]

hey! so the intro for this is weird but pls hear me out

yesterday night while walking home from a bar with friends, a group of men probably about my age (early-mid 20s) in a large truck started shouting queer slurs at us then threatened to kill me 😬

my nerves are still a little frazzled but my stupid brain is currently attempting to manage these anxieties about what happened by going “hmm I wonder how the batkids would have responded if they saw that happen”

so I was just wondering if you had any kinda headcanons or anything about how any of the batkids would handle a scenario like this :) I know this is kinda heavy haha so pls don’t feel like you gotta respond to this but I really like your writings and thought it was worth a shot to reach out and ask :) thank you!

(also, my friends and I did make a report and we’re currently talking with the civil rights division of our local gov’t about handling this case as a hate crime so we are in the midst of handling it)

oh my god, i am so sorry this happened to you. i am glad you put charges and dealing with the situation, though. be careful, and i hope you are recovering well.

Bruce, i feel like, would try to charm his way out of this at first since he doesn't need additional interent drama. maybe he will try to smile politely and go along lines like, "oh, is that supposed to be offensive?" but if the situation escalates, he will not be afraid just to fight them off. who would blame him, anyway?

i have a feeling that Dick doesn't like fighting on the streets as well, and he usually tries to escalate the fight, only ever using it as the last resort. i also think that if someone picks up on him at night, he just decides to creep out everyone by using his amazing gymnastics. like, imagine him just turning his head around like an owl, cracking bones like in horror and pretending to be a spider — men will run away in the instant. without a fight. that's effective.

Cassandra is not a one to deal with bullshit like this. she doesn't acknowledge these people at all, but if they start to actively catch her attention and cause a fight, she will first offer the scariest death stare to ever exist. people mostly scram afterwards, but if someone didn't, she will nonchalantly break the bones of their arm. as a threat.

you see, Jason probably is not getting annoyed by people like this. who would pick up on a fucking double-fridge, right? i think he mostly spawns behind his siblings' backs when someone picks up on them and terrifies tf out of others. but if someone did risk their lives, i think Jason would either just point a gun silently (if he is in a bad mood) or start roast these people so much, they would leave.

oh, Tim. Tim is gracious about it. someone starts haunting him on the streets, so he wordlessly records a video, and while that person still screams at him, he calls his lawyer. they will get charged and outed in the news for this faster than they will finish their attempts to terrify Tim.

Steph starts shouting back. she is so loud about it that people usually start gathering around them, and she starts making him join the conversation, too. "just look at this weirdo, huh! hey, hey, you, look at him and tell me — isn't he fucking insane?" and stuff. she is equally good at escalating the fight to the reaching point of just make people leave embarrassed, depending on the situation.

baby Damian definitely doesn't even understand the meaning of slurs — his family is adequate, and he is a sheltered kid in a way, so he has no idea what all that means. but he feels a threatening aura. he first reminds people who he is, giving a chance to escape... and when it is not working, someone is about to get stabbed.

Duke tries to joke it off first. like, in a "oh, from all slurs, i got called *this*? that's something new, buddy, kudos" kind of way. if it doesn't work and people continue annoying him, he simply fights these people. he doesn't care much.

[postersofleon]

A Good Dog's Reward

Leon S. Kennedy has been pinning over Ada Wong since he first saw her. Was it pathetic of him wanting to love a mercenary who will use him over and over again? Maybe, but that wasn't important right now. Ada promised him a romantic night in a lonely town. All Leon had to do was go after her. Finally, after thirteen years, Leon was going to fill her touch without the gun against his head. As he took a sip of his flask of whiskey, he eyed the door now. Waiting for the knock of Ada Wong.

content: smut and fluff (?)

notes: i have been busy working and being depressed so sorry about that. anyways, she/her pronouns for afab; i thought about this for a while, and ada would probably do this. imagined as og leon's plot in re4, sexually frustrated leon. basically, the reader is a replacement of ada, but leon ends up liking the two women for two different reasons, leon kind of sucks but not like horrible. is it good? i haven't written long stuff for months. not proof read

He was a trained soldier, and he was wasting his skills as a stupid lovesick man. Leon's eyes stared at the wall, counting the stupid flies that buzzed around in this ill ventilation room. The air conditioner wasn't even the ones with a solid base. It was one of those weak small ones. It was already broken and Leon tried fixing it with by cleaning the filter.

Nothing.

Typical of Ada.

Every second of his life, Leon was getting proven right that Ada was a complicated person to love. He was the stupid moron who decided to believe her words over and over, and he was spending his vacation in this stupid town.

God, Ada. Leon thought bitterly. It's 2011 now. You can't just leave me here with my dick in my hand.

Leon has been emotionally unavailable for every single woman in his life because of Ada. Ada couldn't give him a proper chance, and he didn't even care that he lost his chances with Claire, Angela, Ashley, and Hunnigan. He had to hope Ada wouldn't be cruel again, so his ear was focused on the door. Every couple of minutes, a married man would bring his mistress into the room beside Leon's. They had sex for thirty minutes, and they were out. Leon had heard eight couples having sex. Eight. He heard the cleaning lady's limp walk on her good leg, slightly dragging her hurt leg into the broken porcelain tiles. The cart was shaking all the items.

He trained with Krauser.

For this?

He heard a woman's high heel walk around, Leon sighed boredly. "Another mistress. Maybe around late twenties for an old guy." He lifted his hand up, his index finger moved with every click of the heel. But the heels stopped moving. Leon stayed quiet, his finger slowly pointed at his door. The knock.

Leon exhaled softly, "It's not Ada." He mumbled softly, he stood up and opened the door. A young woman was in front of Leon's door, she wore a green turtle neck with blue jeans. Leon won't lie that this woman was a beauty. "Hey?" Leon leaned back into the door frame, "I think you messed up doors?" He smiled, he tried to make himself look nice and cool. Yeah, he was lucky he was pretty because his awkward self would still be a virgin. Her eyes didn't seem to sway the insecurity Leon prayed she would feel.

He cleared the lump forming in his throat as she approached him. "I was told to come. A woman named A. Wong asked to take the man into a romantic date and to take his virginity?" Her voice was cool, it didn't have a sense of softness, but she definitely sounded confused to say the last part.

To take the virginity. Leon scoffed. Is that how Ada saw Leon? A stupid guy begging for any woman to fuck him.

"This has to be a joke, right?" He crossed his arms against his chest, "She didn't hire me an escort, right?" His right hand landed on his hair, pulling it gently as he thought about his life. All of these steps on protecting Ada led to this. Ada rented an escort for Leon's frustration sexual thoughts. "Listen, you are beautiful," Leon quickly said, his eyes tracing every detail of her body, "But I can't- I feel humiliated." Leon looked up at her face. Still praying it was a joke.

With the lack of care of the woman's face, Leon's face dropped, "What?" This felt like a new low of Leon Kennedy's life, "You have to feel for me or something, right? Bad that my apparent 'girlfriend' doesn't even want to see me." Leon felt pathetic as now he begged for pity. Before she could respond, Leon covered his face, "You are just going to say what I want so... I'm begging to nobody."

His foot tapped. All he could hear was the low humming of the AC along with it. Gently, he felt her hands rubbing his shoulder, easing him into looking at her. His body didn't deny her merciful caress, his body slowly flopped to see her.

"You aren't begging to nobody." Her caress led to his neck and face. Her eyes had a different type of sparkle than Ada's, yet his dumb heart fluttered the same way. They seemed like the same woman- or maybe that what Ada was. A persona. "I'm here." Her hand caressed his cheek as her body slowly pressed against his.

Leon felt like a useless asshole. "Did Ada give you lines of words to say?" He whined. Fuck, he was getting more embarrassing as he whined his way around two women now. He grabbed her wrist gently and kissed her palm, his wet lips made a small part of her body shine. He was easy. Maybe if the women in his life really tried, he would be on his knees begging for their love.

The excort smelled different than Ada, and it felt different from Ada. Leon kissed her forearm.

Pathetic.

"No," She whispered softly. She slowly pulled her hand away from Leon's, "I have my own my mind and thoughts." Her hand now landed on his stomach, slowly indicating him to go back. Leon walked backward, his eyes never leaving hers, "Yeah, I know." He tried to defend himself because every thought of Ada was that she over planned her things. She would not just just let this woman speak words that belonged to her mouth.

"So," She looked at him, a small smile appeared, "Trust me." Leon stopped when he felt the bed behind him. He sat on the bed, he wanted to trust her so badly because his cock was twitching itself alive. "I trust you." He mumbled, his hands anxiously rubbing his thighs. His eyes wouldn't want to leave her. Slowly, her body sat on top of his thighs, Leon, without thinking twice, grabbed her thighs and pressed her center against his bulge.

He could feel her pussy lips gently rubbing against him. "Fuck, I really trust you." He mumbled, his hands squeezed her thighs. His eyes were completely dilated, his hands rolled her hips against his limp. "F-fuck..." He felt that her hip rolls weren't just him. She was helping herself. He needed to help her but he couldn't focus with her heat. "There you go..." She rubbed her pussy on his bulge.

The heat of her body made Leon growl with the need, his fingertips could over feel the details of her body. It's as if the world granted him the wish to connect with someone for at least a second. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and the stupid jeans of hers felt thick to the touch now. His thumb gently rubbed her covered slit, pushing his thumb into it, and it seemed time went even slower when his eyes slowly looked up.

Her mouth was very slightly opened, exhaling in a feeble manner and his cock fully woke up. Slowly and steady, growing hard against his jeans. "Oh, fuck..."

There he went, slowly placing her below him, underneath the old queen bed that he repeatedly checked if it had bedbugs or actual listening bugs. Leon looked at her. The details of her eyes, the small cracks of her lips- She was human. A fucking real person after so long. Leon had seen the worst of humanity over and over, and the life he thought would make him feel better turned him bitter.

Leon's knees carefully pushed her thighs open, his hand holding the softness, and squeezed it. Her warmth through the jeans. He hadn't touched a woman like this for so long, and that was saying a lot. Who wouldn't want to be with him? His thumb gently pressed the core, and once he heard her breath gasp, he felt his cheeks burn up. His eyes looked up, trying to find a sense of peace that he was doing something right.

His breath was stuck in his lungs. For a second, she had the most beautiful doe eyes, her lips were parted with her breath become more frustrated. Shaking with that stupid need people sometimes crave. Leon understood his role. He understood her role.

Slowly, his finger slid down her covered slit, he could feel the warmth of her pussy. His other hand went towards the button of the jeans and popped it open. His thumb gently pushed the jean down, his eyes saw the warm body bellow him twitch. Her hips moved ever so slightly up. Leon chewed on his lower lip. He needed to calm down, he didn't want to cum way too early by only looking at her body. His thumbs traveled to the hips and slowly pushed down the jeans. Panties and all.

Now what? His cock ached to be inside of her. Begging to fuck her, but he wanted to eat her out as well. "Tell me what to do." Leon looked into her eyes. He was a stupid dog, begging for order to do something. He had his leash, tugging him back, holding him in a fake sense of dominance. He was a whining mess. "Please." His fingers squeezed the tender skin of the woman, his harden hands was getting lost in the softness he hasn't felt for the longest time.

His fingers slowly... Leon was so scared to even touch her pussy lips. Leon's finger traced the shape of her pussy, he leaned closer to her body. His knees were still forcing her legs open as his fingers toyed around the lips. He couldn't even touch the flesh yet. He looked into her eyes.

Her eyes still held that shit that he loved. The vulnerability he craved from Ada, Ada's usually cold eyes and the cold metal of the gun muzzle pressed against his head. But now, a woman looked at him without that. All of her was warm. Leon pressed his needy bulge into her core, rubbing himself like a desperate puppy.

She let out small groans, his hips rolled into her, and his hands lifted up her thighs. Squeezing her butt and lifting her legs higher.

The throbbing dick rubbed and rubbed against her clit. She pressed her head back into the pillows, "F-fuck..." Her hands landed above her head, her heavy breathing made his groans grow. Her body was trembling. Leon pulled away and looked one last time at the view down. His hand palmed her tit one last time until his fingers played with the belt.

"I, I know," Leon couldn't speak a lot, his cock was too hard for him to think straight, "I know..." He took off his belt and jeans. His hand pulled out his cock and balls, his hand slowly went up until his thumb squeezed gently his tip and oozed it out. His pre-cum was killing him, he really wanted to fuck her raw, but he stopped himself. His hips movements were empty, his eyes couldn't look away from her pussy. "I brought a condom." He whispered, his hand let go of his cock, "I..." Leon went to his bag, he kicked off his jeans and took off his shirt.

The paranoia was killing him of the idea sometime seeing him so fucking fragile. Leon turned a second towards her. She took off her turtleneck and he felt his ass clench. Making his dick bounce. Leon took notice of the details of her back, trying to see and find her old scars, moles or anything so he can try to kiss it.

A loser.

His mind was calling him a loser over and over, but his fingers met her bra strap and slowly took it off. She let out a small sigh of satisfaction and he hugged from the back, his cock on her ass as he pushed her gently into her hands and knees. Leon's stubble rubbed against her neck, filling himself with affection with her small giggle. "You like that?" He grinned.

She nodded her head, "Yeah."

He chuckled softly. His hand pushed down his cock towards her cunt, "The condom?" She asked with another giggle. "Right." Leon kissed her shoulder and got the forgotten condom. "I got it. I got it." Leon went back to the bed and ripped up the wrapping. This wasn't the usual side of him. Back in the academy, he was smooth and easy to flirt, but now he was bubbling soda, ready to explode if something shook him up.

He put on the condom and leaned back into her back. "Don't judge me, okay?" He smiled, leading his cock slowly inside of her. She landed her head on the pillows, a happy hum escaped her lips. Leon groaned. He didn't want to go on fucking her like an inexperienced animal. He felt the stretch, how he was shaping her velvet walls for his need. He didn't push it immediately, he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit. "Fuck..." He growled weakly, "Oh, fuck..." Her pussy was so wet, so good, so fucking perfect.

Slowly...

Leon's heart was stuck in his throat.

Slowly...

She whined. Oh, what a whimper. Leon's hand the end of her spine, rubbing her hipbone for a second until...

Leon leaned forward and shoved his cock completely inside of her. "Wait, baby..." He shuffled her hips gently, barely even moving each other. His hand lifted her a bit, "I don't want to break you too much..." He kissed her shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around her tummy. Leon kissed her cheek, "I got you..." His voice wasn't above a whisper. Every detail of her body was trembling, he groaned- his eyes rolled back with gentle love taps. It was the slowest, shallow thrusts he had ever done, but he didn't care. His arms tighten around her, "Fuck..." She gasped.

Leon's heart was beating so fast, so harshly that he nearly lost himself. His butt clenched, he needed to fuck her; what else would he have besides this? Her cunt clenched around his aching cock, trying to milk everything he could give her.

God.

God.

God...

Leon's hips went faster, the lewd sound of her wetness came and ruined the bed. The header of the bed began to gently creak back and worth. His hands grabbed her breasts, his fingers were gentle, and they always had to be careful to not pull on the trigger. His thumbs found her nipples and gently tugged them.

The idiot grunted when she moaned. His hands palmed more of her tender flesh, "Fuck, fuck.." Her wall were so fucking... Leon cried out, his hips movements were slowly and slowly increasing.

He couldn't lose this feeling. He can't lose how her pussy clenched around him. Leon grabbed her hips, thrusting and with every small moment of pause, his cock pulsed. "Please..." She shivered. Leon nodded his head once, his hands from her breasts landed slide down and down until he met her pussy lips.

Without a thought, he felt he was trained for this. How long has it been since he rubbed a clit?

He was a really pathetic guy, but her pussy felt too good. Leon pushed his heavy weight on top of hers, "Sorry..." He grumbled into her ear. His poor cheeks were blushing, "It-It's fine." She exhaled weakly. Leon kissed her shoulder, he was completely pressing his heavy body. "You are so heavy." She mumbled softly with another feeble laugh. His cock twitched, throbbed happily inside of her cunt. He had forgotten how much he loved to have sex, it wasn't just a quick fuck. It was the conversations.

He pulled away from her, and she let out a deep inhale. The pair glanced at each other, Leon cupped her face gently, and another kiss was shared. His tongue slipped into her mouth and moaned pathetically against her mouth. His fingers pressed against her skin, Leon felt her own tongue enter his mouth and his cock was leaking more into the condom. Leon tilted his head away and it didn't bother her. The woman kissed his neck, biting it ever so lightly and god, he fucking loved it. He chewed on his lip and groaned happily. Leon rolled his eyes back into his skull.

"Mm," Leon's hand was trying to hold her hip, pulling her close to his body, "T-that's it." Her hand landed on his happy trail and rubbed his stomach. Leon groaned contentedly. He laid on the bed and invited her silently into his lap. Perhaps he looked too pathetic. He didn't have the cute baby face he once had. He was old, and nobody wanted that in their life. He was the stupid age of thirty-four. He didn't have time to be his age when he was forced to work for the government. He couldn't drink his first legal beer without friends he used to have and all the friends he could've made in the force. He could've met the Redfields in a better situation; he could've even been a normal guy without fearing his own bullet would enter his mouth and leave his skull.

Her body straddled his hips. His tired hands rested on her hips. It came so naturally. His blue eyes slowly trailed up. His cock on his stomach, twitching and the poor condom was full of of pre-cum. Her pussy. Her stomach breathing in and out. Fuck, he couldn't feel her heart, but based of her reaction he knew was causing this. His hand went up, his thumb caressed her under boob and went directly to rub her nipple. His other hand encouraged her body to move up, he needed to be inside again because the first time wasn't enough.

Thankfully, she did as she was told. His hand gripped his cock and aimed for her hole. "C'mon, princess, don't make me beg." He let go of her breast and went back to her hip. He knew he had that stupid hazy look in his eyes. Slowly, bit by bit, she lowered her hips down onto his tip. Both of his hands grabbed her hips. His nose crinkled, "Oh, fuck." His hands grabbed her ass and pushed himself deeper into her heat. His eyes looked at her breasts, her nipples perked up when he had shoved his cock in completely.

Leon nodded his head mindlessly, "Yeah, fuck." His hand cupped her breasts again, his thumb teased the pretty perked up nipple. His eyes were half open like hers were. She was moaning weakly again. Leon slapped her tit and he felt his body burn with more and more lust. His own hips unconsciously against her. Her groans turned into whines, "Leon..." She tilted her head back. He grabbed her breast and pinched her nipples, "Fuck." Leon pumped his cock faster and faster, her walls squeezed against his cock and he tilted his head back into the bed.

His hand traveled down her stomach and found her clit. The cute little thing was throbbing for him. Both were breathing heavily. The crappy hotel didn't matter anymore. He wanted to fuck her forever. He choked out a moan, "Oh, God, you are so beautiful." He whined weakly. That's when he came into his rubber, his finger was rubbing and rubbing her clit. He couldn't allow her to not come, he gasped again when her cunt squeezed him again and she followed after him.

"Sorry," He cupped her face and kissed her, "Sorry for cumming a bit to early." Leon's hand shoved his dark hair back, his blue eyes met the woman's eyes again. She smiled weakly, "I-It's fine." She could feel her throat dry up and Leon couldn't stand it anymore. He cuddled against her, his eyes completely wide from the feeling of touching someone after so long. He can't let go.

It was the first peaceful night he felt. He controlled his breathing for a second, "I forgot to ask..." He took off his condom from his body. The bed squeaked. When she looked at him, oh, fuck. His post cum clarity didn't help at well when he saw her. She was so beautiful. Leon knew his cheeks turned red because, God, it burned. His cheeks burned. Leon was lost in a certain moment he couldn't explain. Her arm rested above his lean body, the coated warmth of loving a woman. Leon kept her close. He wouldn't want her to fall out of his grasp.

[ezrasxfics]

Heyyy,Can you write an angst where Ragatha can't control herself for the first time and says something that REALLY breaks Jax's heart, and Jax gets abstracted because of Ragatha, and then Ragatha suffers a pang of conscience??

I HOPE YOU ABSTRACT-!!!

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platonic ragatha + jax angst

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ragatha pov

just another day. another day in this circus. another day with jax tormenting everyone-!! he always does this. it’s infuriating, it’s exhausting. i’m tired of cleaning up after him! honestly, he is the most insufferable person i know.

right now, he’s making fun of gangle. breaking her comedy mask again. i’ve genuinely lost count of how many times he’s done this, and i’m not going to let it slide anymore. he’s hurt us all enough, and it’s genuinely getting to the point where i need to confront him.

so that’s exactly what i’ll do.

without even thinking about it, i find myself approaching him, hands on my hips in anger. “JAX—! what are you.. why are you doing this!? why do you always have to— oh my god..” i rant, losing my train of thought halfway through because of that infuriatingly smug grin. just looking at it is enough to make me want to snap him in half like a twig.

“c’mon, raggy~! it’s all in good fun. she’s laughin’, ain’t you, crybaby?” he retorts, using his fingers to contort her mouth into a grin. “see? y’know, i don’t think ive ever seen her this happy! maybe that mask is really useless after all, huh?” at this, gangle whimpers a little, only feeding into my fury at this.. disgusting rabbit.

“HAPPY!? she’s anything but happy- look at her- no- get your hands off her—“ as i say this, i slap his hands away from her, allowing her to return to her natural, a lot less creepy, expression. “you’re so cruel to her. she doesn’t deserve this- none of us do-!!”

“well, none of us deserved to be trapped in this place either, did we?” he snaps back, horrible logic. he’s right in the fact we don’t deserve to be here, but that still doesn’t give him any right—

“well maybe YOU did-!! god- i hope you abstract-!!!” i yell, before realising what i said, covering my mouth in pure shock and regret. “i- i didn’t mean—“

“yeah, ya did, raggy. you meant every worda it." his smirk falters for a few moments, before he turns around, retreating. “this was a waste of time, see you guys later.”

…

a day has passed now, and jax is still sulking in his room. nobody’s seen him. did i go too hard..? i mean, i’ve never yelled at anyone like that before, it felt wrong. no. it was wrong. of course i don’t want him to abstract, i wouldn’t wish that on anyone, no matter how cruel they are. i’m outside of his room now, trying to check in on him, to apologise. i know he won’t accept it, but there’s no harm in trying.

knock knock

“jax? are you there?”

….

“about yesterday, i didn’t mean to..”

……..

“jax, i know you’re in there, i can hear you moving around! please, just let me in. we can talk this out—!”

…………..

“please.. you’re scaring me a little.”

…………………..

“i’m coming in, okay?”

i gently open the door.

“ja—“

he wasn’t there. in his place, a giant, glitching creature. abstract shapes. abstract— god, no. no, please, no.

i resist the urge to shriek, to run, because i know this is my fault. i need to face the consequences of my actions. jax abstracted, and it’s all my own doing.

wish come true. except not really.

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thanks for the request!!!! can you spot the reference to a particular horror game?? :33

reblogs appreciated!!

[jaesivq]

“It felt like fireworks”

inspired by glee s2 ep 12 “silly love songs” (lmao I love this show but when I rewatched it and heard this line I felt so SAD FOR RACHEL HOLY SHIT)

no summary cause idrk know how to cram my whole point to interest you IM SORRY

WARNINGS ▸ mentions of cheating, yelling, toxic relationship, kissing, manipulation, emotional…just sad

GENRE ▸ toxic relationship

CHARACTER ▸ mingyu x reader, wonwoo joins in

MUSIC INSPO ▸ is there someone else by the weeknd, the other woman by lana del rey, reflections by the neighborhood, i love you so by the walters, and heather by conan gray

this is just a draft for the first part idek if I’ll finish it and make a part two yet!! so please let me know if you want another part!!

you never thought you’d be here right now. regretting your decision of transferring from YOUR dream school for the boy you thought would be worth it. I mean you would’ve said he was worth it a couple months ago. maybe your eyes are just opening or maybe you’re overthinking it.

everyone welcomed you with welcoming arms BUT HIM. I mean your own boyfriends face was betraying the words he said.

“Im so glad you’re here” as his smile dropped and he tried to fake up a new one

god you werent that stupid and naive, you could see right through it. his eyes didn’t have the sparkle he use to have even AFTER seeing you everyday. his smile didn’t even show the canines you adored to death. even the tone in his voice dripped with disappointment. It felt like it was storming when you seen him or at least his mood gave off that vibe.

obviously the first thoughts racing through your head were the worst I mean how could you not. college and the parties were a recipe for a bad disaster and mingyu of the all people would damn sure be getting attention.

you DIDNT want to believe it that your boyfriend of a year and just a few weeks wouldve given in to it but you couldn’t not. he never gave you a reason to question his loyalty but that was over the phone, through texts and through social media updates you seen but god it’s easy for people to fake it these days.

so now you’re here sitting with your best friend trying to piece this new act from mingyu.

“okay so let’s get this straight…you transferred, you got here, you surprised mingyu after not seeing him in person for 4 months and his smile dropped”

“yes kae that’s exactly what happened am I crazy or is that weird??” you fiddled with your fingers

kaes mouth dropped and she raised her eyebrow at you “there’s no way in hell you think im gonna sit here and deny that, that’s in fact crazy”

“i know-“

“I mean who does he think he is?? We have to tell cheol about this he would know what’s up with mingyu” picking up her phone going straight to her and her boyfriends messages

you stopped her “no do not go running to cheol about this I don’t want to come to any conclusions without seeing more signs”

“y/n what more do you need? cheol sees me everyday and still gives me the same look he has since he’s confessed even before we got together he’s always had it”

“well isn’t that just great for you” you huffed out hugging your body with your arms as you leaned back in your chair

“Im sorry, you know the eyes hold a lot of emotions and if you can’t look at mingyu in the eyes and feel it then maybe it’s-“ she looks up from her hands looking at you in the eyes “maybe it’s not there anymore y/n”

“yeah I know that’s exactly what I was scared of” you looked away from her and looked out the window of the cafe shop

“hey look” you look back at her and she continues slowly “let’s not instantly…even though it’s a possibility… think that way, how about we really find out”

“how would we do that” she lifts her eyebrow at you “wait..are you suggesting we SPY ON HIM??”

“I mean if we have to we can but we can start small like maybe you should go through his phone” she shrugs

you looked back down at your hands again. you’ve never even gone through his phone. I mean sure that would be the perfect place to start but there’s no way mingyu would be dumb enough to keep something incriminating there…right? you honestly didn’t even know if you could do it I mean what if there’s nothing and you feel guilty he’d probably feel some type of way about the breach of privacy and the lack of trust but….if there is something there then you know that look in mingyus eyes when he first asked you out would never be there again.

you looked back at her “alright let’s do this”

“thank god because this shit has me mad for you”

you guys talked a little bit more but as the sun set you guys decided it was best to wrap up and part your ways.

as you guys walked out and started to walk away from each other you hear her call your name “y/n”

you turn around looking back at her “yeah kae?”

she smiles “dont worry i have your back” and turns back to walk away

as you walked the way to mingyus dorm it was like the whole atmosphere changed. your headphones were tucked in your ears and it was even like your randomized liked songs even knew your fate. the song heather played throughout your ears. was spotify listening to your whole conversation. the air felt cold and smelled of faint rain. there was nobody around. the street lights were dim and not a single animal could be heard. no squirrels running up trees and no birds chirping.

you were scared not even just scared absolutely petrified. could mingyu do that to you…would mingyu do that to you? since you came a week ago he didn’t even sound the same, talk the same and when he touched you he felt like a stranger. a distant stranger. somebody you loved so much you could scream it out to the whole world yet when you wrapped your arms around him it felt like opposite magnets. and yeah that’s the kicker he didn’t run to you he didn’t even pull you in for a hug… you had to reach out for his cold touch.

you put a pep in your step. you didn’t even text him warning him about your appearance. he gave you a key when you surprised him telling you to just stop by because he’s too busy for a formal meeting right now. he barley looked you in the eyes just plopped a key in your palm and folded your hand over with his gripping it giving a fake smile at most because you seen the way he dropped it when he turned to walk away.

the song shifted to “im not the only one” and you felt a jab in your chest. you would’ve thought you were having a panic attack with the way your body reacted to the song. your body felt hot and you could’ve sworn you felt that sting in your eye as if your body was fighting tears. your heart knew but your mind had hope that mingyu wouldn’t have traded you for a fling.

you inched closer to his dorm hall walking up the pavement pressing your key card against the censor and reaching for the lobby door. you made your way to his hall patting around your eyes making sure you weren’t just numb to the feeling of crying and didn’t miss the drops. you pulled your phone out making sure your face looked fine. you inched closer to his dorm and the door opened and mingyus broad body stepped out facing the opposite way of you holding the door open as a girl stepped out smiling up at him.

you stopped in your tracks. it was like your heart paused for a second and then it rushed to start up again. your hands shaking and your breathing increasing.

“so I’ll see you tomorrow night right?” his voice rang out

she reached for his hand that wasn’t on the door squeezing it “yeah of course see you then gyu” she said walking away

she passed you. and by the time mingyu turned around going to say one last thing to her his eyes landed on you.

those eyes. those fucking eyes. the most emotion you had seen in days. being that of guilt? of anger? of sadness? you couldn’t even tell anymore.

gyu? it felt like a punch to the gut.. the nickname his friends and you called him now spoken by a girl who got the look you craved.

that wasn’t mingyu, that wasn’t your mingyu, that wasn’t your high school sweetheart, that wasn’t the boy who asked your dad before taking you to prom, that wasn’t the boy who asked you to his girlfriend during a big fourth of july fireworks show where you guys were away from everyone and when the first boom rang out and the sky lit up and you turned around to look at him with a big smile plastered on your face did you see him looking at you with a promise ring in his hand…yeah that wasn’t your mingyu standing there like a deer caught in his headlights.

you dropped your bag more so your body went limp and it was like your shoulder couldn’t even hold the weight of a few books anymore. your hands trembled grasping your face covering your mouth as the tears welled up at your waterline.

time felt like it paused the moment he turned around but it was just a couple seconds. the sound of your bag hitting the floor brought you out of it.

“y/n-“ he moved into the hallway his dorm door shutting behind him he slowly inched forward his hand reaching out

you stepped back as you repeated “oh my god..oh my god…oh my god” the words got more incoherent. your throat stung. It felt like you could barley speak and if you did you were gonna burst at the brim. your vision was fogged.

“y/n it’s not what it looks like” he inched closer “y/n it’s not”

“stop” you croaked out pushing your hand out you turned your head away not looking at him “don’t come closer to me”

he stopped “y/n seriously look at me love”

“DONT call me that. you can’t call me that anymore. you haven’t called me that in weeks DONT think now is the time for it. that meaningless name can’t save you” you spat out

gosh as heartbroken as you were in that moment you weren’t fucking pathetic. you had to stand up for yourself. your body felt weak and your eyes and throat stung but he didn’t deserve to see you like this.

“y/n stop it wasn’t like that, she wasn’t here for whatever you’re thinking” he stepped forward grasping for your hand

you pushed his hand away stepping back grabbing your bag off the ground. it felt like your fingers were gonna snap from the pressure of your bag. he really made you that weak. or maybe you felt so sick from everything that’s going on. your body couldn’t even stand it.

“no gyu-“ saying the nickname you always called him didnt even feel like it was yours to call “no mingyu you don’t get to tell me to stop and you don’t get to try and correct me for what I just saw”

“whyre you assuming that i would even do that” he raised his voice his head leaning closer to yours “why would I do that to you???!!”

you turned your head away “oh please cut the fucking act you’ve been acting different since I got here, you aren’t a fucking saint mingyu” you pushed him away

he scoffed “what are you even referring to, I’ve been the same since we’ve been together nothings changed and I didn’t do shit to you” and in the matter of seconds his tone changed “you have to listen to me love” he reached out for your face

you smacked his hand away “I don’t have to do shi-“

the sound of footsteps walking up echoed throughout the halls. you turned back seeing two people walking down the hall your way.

you turned back looking at him swinging your bag back over your shoulder “we’re done here I don’t even know you anymore mingyu”

you stepped back walking away avoiding eye contact with the people walking in. you didn’t even turn back to look at him. and he didn’t go for you. you had no words for what you witnessed. you held in the tears as your eyes stung and your throat ached even worse.

you reached the lobby doors the doors clicking as you pressed against them and the tears flowed. you’d never felt the pain you had felt right now. your whole body was shaking as you walked letting the door shut and your relationship with mingyu ending.

the sky lit up with thunder at the click of the door and the droplets started hitting the concrete. and you could’ve cared less. the sound of the rain and the thunder canceled out your sobs. your hands clawed at your face as the tears kept flowing. you just stood there with the rain engulfing you and your tears mixing with it. you couldn’t even physically step forward. you couldn’t even make out a normal breath.

you wobbled to the closest bench by the doors and you just sat there the tears couldn’t even make it out of your eyes. was it physically possible to feel like crying and not be able to? you just felt like you were in shock and all you could vision was his face when he turned around. the pain kept hitting you as you replayed the image over and over.

“y/n?”

you heard that deep calming voice and you already knew. you looked up seeing the exact face you thought belonged to that voice. the black hair, the glasses, the soft smile.

he rushed over his umbrella covering over you “what’re you doing out here like this?? you’re gonna get sick come on come inside”

“wonwoo i cant- i have to go”

“why not? you dont have an umbrella and you’ll be walking you shouldn’t go now” he reached for your hand “just come with me”

your body betrayed you and let him grab your hand helping you up, you should go you shouldn’t go inside with him. you can’t go back in there. your mind was spinning.

“y/n? come on” he had walked you over as he keyed in and held the door open

you walked in with him and he shook out his umbrella and held your stuff in one hand

“wonwoo i cant go with you i have to leave”

“it’s storming I can’t let you go out there like this” he looked at your state of soaking wet clothes

“it’s mingyu i cant go back there” you said quietly

you could see the realization in his face that he found out that you were out there like that because of him “don’t worry me and him aren’t even dorm mates anymore” he smiled softly

“i still shouldn’t wonwoo” you reached for your bag

he backed away “no I’ll let you leave once the weather clears i promise”

how could you not trust the warmth in that voice when everything else felt so cold. the weather was cold, mingyus touch on your hands just minutes prior was cold, his voice was cold even to your face after that. but even with that warmth you couldn’t trust him after what mingyu just did. he probably knew, they probably all knew.

he could see the look in your face go from convinced to right back how it was

he reached for your hand clenching it “you can trust me, im roomed with dk but he’s busy off with soonyoung just come till the weather clears and we will get you home”

your body let him pull you to his dorm where he pulled you in setting everything down and offering you clothes to get out of the drenched ones. there you were sat on his couch as you waited for him to change. your head was everywhere. you just caught mingyu with another girl, you tried to be strong and storm out and your feelings got the best of you now you’re here being helped by his best friend. god you were so pathetic.

“hey im back” he smiled at you as he took the space right beside you

you looked down at the floor and hummed in response

“tell me what happened” his voice was stern and you looked up at him

“what do you mean nothing happened” you looked back in forth between his eyes

“we both know that’s not true, tell me what happened seriously” he scooted closer “look i know something happened it’s written all over your face and you were sitting out there in the rain with no care…nobody does that y/n”

“i-“

“you can trust me”

“your his best friend though” you looked away

“ive known you since high school come on im not just going to instantly take his side y/n, just tell me”

“okay wonwoo”

[wegog]

The art of letting go

Okay, okay, okay... What if I said that Hades' love language is actually letting go of the people (gods) he loves...

(maybe, when the second game will be fully released we can speculate about the impact of his relationship with Chronos and all this story with him confining his sons... but for now there are some facts)

First of all, it's Persephone, of course... When she described their marriage, she said Hades always gave her the space she needed (what actually was important considering her controlling mother). And when she decided to leave Hades literally was dying to protect her choice. And it seems like the worse for Hades is the possibility of Persephone being miserable in the Underworld and/or in relationship with him.

The second point is Zagreus. And there was a question from Meg, why did Lord Hades just hadn't locked away his rebellious son at the beginning. But in the end we see this breathtaking moment when Hades just let him leave and go to Persephone without any obstacles... Yes, it was definitely the act of love.

And last but not least... Of course, this is the moment when Chronos attacked the House of Hades and captured all its residents... So, Hades was with a baby Melinöe and saved her giving his daughter to Hecate. We can observe it was more practical and needed... Although, again, this is an indisputable demonstration of love.

I love how this trait of Hades (combined with his difficult personality and the trauma of Persephone leaving) is used when we first start playing the first game to confuse us as to how Hades truly feels about his son or wife.

[unstableanginapectoris]

>For example, you say that they are bad and mean, but then you say that the survivors are lying. So what is it? What makes them mean and mean if every accusation is obviously false?

What makes you think that all the accusations are obviously false and beyond credibility? Not all of them, but some of them. Some are not false. At least it's strange that most of them are simply deleted after some time. This suggests doubts about everything that is happening. Who needs to delete something that could go against the accused?

>You have no right to anything. You should not be given any additional details. This is not a late-night TV show that you watch for entertainment. These are real people who have been harmed, and you are hurting them even more.

Oh, isn't it? You're right. We are nobody, and no one is responsible to us. Just like you are not responsible to those who disagree with what is happening. This is a valid position. But doesn't it look like this is a simple throw in the face of the fans as a consequence of the fact of spitting in the face of their fans? We'll report a problem person, but we won't show anything because we don't have to, and fuck you, you know. Ambiguous words with a bad context.

>Do you keep saying that the creators have been treated abominably by fans over the years?

Isn't that right? Haven't fans literally ruined and ruined the lives of many of your close friends, the creators of the series, with false accusations and incitement, stalking, etc.? It's been advertised more than once, and you know perfectly well who you're talking about, but I don't want to point fingers.

>So here's an important tip to take home with you: neither Jeff nor Adam gives a damn about you.

God, fuck, and thank they don't care. No one would not like to enter into discussions with those who have ignited the fire of everything that is happening in the fandom.

>How dare you fucking say that heather's situation is questionable. How the fuck dare you.

Because not every opinion should be censured by you? Because her story, which is already several years old, but it was advertised not as long ago as it could have been, which would have led to many times fewer victims of Adam, which are available? I don't think Heather was the last last link. And you're ready for this conversation.

>This whole popular article just calls everyone a liar. You have mountains of evidence, and you're still sitting here picking at things that contradict your own opinion.

You have a lot of evidence, and it's your right not to share it with your fans in order to avoid problems. That's right. But the question is: why didn't you go above your own head and neglect the idea of isolating Adam not only from the fandom and the Internet, but also from society as a whole? He's a maniac. Criminal. A terrible man, according to you. People like Adam should be criminally punished and held accountable before the law. Why is he still at large with a lot of evidence? Maybe it's just... not enough? And maybe we really don't know what we really need to know?

>Prove that she knows Adam,” and then literally flip in the next paragraph to devalue another survivor because “photos can't be considered proof of a sexual relationship.” It wasn't about sexual relations, but that Heather was intimately acquainted with Adam. Two selfies – anyone can have at that time, will this be the reason to accuse my friend of rape? I don't think that will be enough. But this is a more sensitive issue, not for public discussion.

It wasn't about sexual relations, but that Heather was intimately acquainted with Adam. Two selfies – anyone can have at that time, will this be the reason to accuse my friend of rape? I don't think that will be enough. But this is a more sensitive issue, not for public discussion.

>There was abuse. It's simplified to “Well, what was she wearing?” which is literally just victim blaming rhetoric that shifts the blame onto the victim.

To turn the whole post inside out and present a desire to find out what the fuck is going on – that's a solid appeal. That's not the fucking order of things. Yes, these are even fucking different situations, exaggerated from extreme to extreme.

Without proof, you can accuse any person of all the offenses that he has never committed in his life. If a person had really been abused, if there was any indirect evidence of his wrongdoing, then proceedings would have begun and he would have been punished. If at least the young fans who were sexually abused by Adam can't do anything about it, where are their guardians? Why didn't they take care of their children's safety, letting everything take its course after so much time? If there really was evidence of sexual abuse, he would not have worked at the clinic, since when applying for a job they have to check all the people they hire. They make requests for medical examinations every year and also carry out other checks.

Naturally, without proof, this is just a pure lie, since in words you can accuse a person of anything, including what he did not do. You can say anything, but until there is no statement to the police, evidence, investigation or verification, this cannot be considered an objective accusation. And besides, if you were afraid of retribution from Adam or Jeff, it would be much more logical to go to the police with the existing punishments than to write about it on the Internet.

I do not exclude the fact that Adam Rosner's parents (according to Heather) they may be rich people, but why didn't any of the victims even try to go with the same zeal to the bitter end in order to truly punish Adam? Even if Adam's parents could pay to get him off, he doesn't have endless money, and if there are so many victims, then their collective cooperation with going to the police would give results. Yes, money will not pay off the whole world. It would have been much safer, because in that case Jeff and Adam would have been subject to certain restrictions, even if not criminal liability. As long as you protect your victims with support, no matter what, they will ALWAYS be in danger as long as these two assholes are free. You canceled them in the fandom, but reality did not touch them, judging by the fact that Jeff participated in one of the interviews, and Adam simply renounced the Internet, continuing his medical activities, and possibly "breeding" more victims that you may not even know about, because he is already on another border. the reality. So why do your actions seem to be ineffective? Why are potential criminals still at large, and all the evidence that you hold is still with you? So you condemn their actions, and are you prepared for the fact that there may be many more victims? If attempts to contact the authorities were ignored, isn't that a reason to inform and ask people for help to support you and spread all the evidence so that people can be heard on the current basis? If this is true, then it turns out that one is an abuser and a manipulator, the other is a pedophile and a rapist, but at the same time, for the sake of the safety of other potential victims, you do not do anything, you do not want to show evidence so that no one else has doubts. Isn't that inhumane? If all the accusations are true, then you are. as a victim who wants to protect and protect others, on the contrary, you will do everything to ensure that this person is seriously punished, and not a simple cancellation on the Internet. And yes, before you say it, I have the right to say it, because I'm not on anyone's side. Neither on the side of the victims, nor on the side of these moral freaks who simply ran away from responsibility. Because canceling on the internet and the fandom IS THE LEAST you can reward a potentially terrible person with. Yes, according to you, we don't have the right to do that, but before posting a statement on the Internet, I think we need to be prepared for the fact that someone may disagree with this. And not because of the fact of sick fanaticism, no. And because of the fact that it's like throwing dust in the eyes, and if it really wasn't our damn business, this discussion simply wouldn't have taken place.

I want to make an appeal to the entire Slenderverse fandom. The fandom is sick and you are ready for this conversation. The fandom is sick not only because of the actors, but also because of the fans. Important note: I do NOT condone any violent actions on anyone's part, I just want to know the TRUTH and do not support either the madness of the fans or the inadequacy on the part of some actors. Also in this post, I will cover not only the situations with the actors of EMH and the Marble Hornets, but also the specific situations with Jeff Koval and Adam Rosner. We all remember how Brian was sexualized and threatened, how Tim was bullied, and how Evan was harassed and threatened. And this is just the tip of the iceberg, because in fact, many actors have been subjected to varying degrees of disgusting treatment from fans. Threats against the actors, death wishes not only for the actors, but also for their loved ones, insane harassment. And even if the fan frenzy has subsided at the moment, it's still there.

If we talk about the actors themselves, then when it comes to Jeff Koval, one logical question arises in my head: "why did they hush up what happened?"Jeff was an abuser and a manipulator and, of course, he is a vile person. The way Jeff treated his girlfriend and Evan is truly disgusting. And indeed, it seems to me very hypocritical and twofold how Adam was canceled, but Jeff was considered "not the same thing," and here's why: I conducted my own little investigation into Adam's situation and also looked at all the evidence here and I haven't found any convincing evidence that that he's a rapist, even though he's a really NASTY person. And before you start writing about how I justify him, let me explain my position: for me, Adam Rosner is an unpleasant, vile person with whom I would never want to have any personal contact, he certainly did and said a lot of disgusting things, but there is no evidence specifically that he's a rapist, and I'll explain why.

Now let's talk about my own little investigation into all the accusations that have been leveled against Adam Rosner. Personally, I consider him to be a vile person, but my goal is to find out the truth, not pin all mortal sins on him. So, let's see what I found out.:

Let's start with zoophilia. From what I saw, the "screenshots" come from only one person, there is no one else who could confirm them and say: "Yes, it really happened, I saw these messages from Adam not in screenshots.", or: "Yes, Adam personally told me about it." (with the real evidence base behind these statements). Usually, in such shocking situations, screenshots are taken not by one person, but by several. Also, the "screenshots" themselves don't look reliable, they look very strange. Regarding this, I share the same opinion as Ford Muybridge. If there is a real evidence base behind these screenshots and Adam Rosner mentioned somewhere else about his predilections for animals, then notify me about it, I will study the information and if it is reliable, I will edit and include it in the post.

The situation with Heather also looks extremely dubious. At least because based on how specifically the situations are described, the identity of this person will be quite understandable to those present at that party, as well as to Adam himself. And considering that literally the entire Internet is now on the side of Adam's victims, if this girl were a real victim, she would have no reason to maintain her own anonymity in wider circles either. There's nothing to be afraid of when you have so many people behind you, when you WILL DEFINITELY be supported, considering that other actors have turned their backs on Adam. I don't want to say that I don't believe the victims, I want to say that I consider it unwise to accuse without presenting evidence, at least because anyone who has at least some material or psychological benefit from this can say: "This man abused me." Please, kindly, if you are accusing someone of something, then show proof. Heather didn't attach anything to the post, even something trivial that would make it clear that she really knew Adam. And it's not necessary to reveal your identity to the readers of this post, it would be enough just to show some photos with Adam that are not publicly available. I can't believe that over the years of friendship, there can't be some personal photos or at least something that could confirm her personal acquaintance with Rosner. According to one of the commentators, under the full list of charges the actors from EMH have officially refuted Heather's words, but I personally have not yet verified this information and cannot say that this is true, however, I felt it necessary to indicate this here, as the commentators, who will also be like me, are not lazy to understand this, they may try to find more accurate information on this subject, and I will include it in the post if it is reliable.

About the situation with some screenshots and Adam's statements. His vile fetish for "little sisters" turned out to be really true, he confirmed this in his apology post, posted either in 2016 or in 2017 (I saw both dates and I do not know which one is correct). As well as some disgusting statements about some people. Well, to add to that, what's disgusting is disgusting, and I won't deny it. The only thing I would like to point out is that his apologies really look vague, without any evidence or specifics.

Regarding the situation with Ress. A shared selfie cannot be considered proof of a sexual relationship. But as for the screenshots, there are really big questions for Adam, however, there is still no direct mention of sexual contact, so I would like to see and know more, it's hard for me to draw unambiguous conclusions from hints and fragments, but I do not deny the possibility that Ress may be telling the truth, her words still sound more believable than Heather's words.

About Eve. Her story is more believable than other stories, given that the number of screenshots and photos is much greater than other people's. If the screenshots are not fake, then it turns out that Rosner was really in love with an underage teenager as an adult, which is certainly disgusting. But one thing is bothering me - why was Eva unhappy about being ignored with Adam Rosner's disregard? After all, if you think about it that way, then realizing his feelings, he tried to distance himself from her quite reasonably.

The situation regarding his phone call is ambiguous. In my opinion, two people are responsible for sexual intercourse. If a girl took birth control pills and knew exactly when to take them, as well as how much they work, then I have questions for her, because the pills she takes are her area of responsibility. Adam's area of responsibility is to inquire about the duration of the pills and read the instructions for them. In my opinion, they both behaved irresponsibly. In addition, she claimed that everything was fine when he was interested in both her condition and her financial situation (the situation in which she gave him the money). Agree, when a person constantly assures that everything is fine, but in fact it is not, then this is already his area of responsibility, since people around him cannot read minds. I am shocked that I have to explain such elementary things, given that the girl, as I understood from the phone call, had also inadvertently become pregnant before (starting at 08:20 in the recording of the phone call, the girl says that she had already become pregnant unplanned before not from Adam, correct me, if I was mistaken, English is not my native language). Given her previous unplanned pregnancy, wasn't it her area of responsibility not to have sex, realizing that her morning pill wasn't effective for the entire day? As for Adam's excuses, I don't like the way he tries to shift his part of the responsibility to the fact that he was young, as well as his phrase that he always regrets being in debt more than anything else in life, is really strange. My opinion is that they both behave like irresponsible and very impulsive people. I don't like Adam himself or the girl. My personal conclusion about the situation with Adam Rosner in general: of course, he is a disgusting and vile person and there is a high probability that he could REALLY be in love with an underage teenager, as well as have consensual sexual contact with a minor. However, it is just as likely that he is NOT a rapist or a zoophile. I think it is extremely wrong to pin all the sins of humanity on a person, let him be responsible for what he really did. And yes, this does NOT negate the fact that I find it disgusting that he fell in love with an underage girl, being an adult, it makes me sick, BUT he is not a monster, not a rapist, not a murderer.

Returning to Jeff Koval, I want to talk about the fact that the main claim against his manipulativeness and abuse is very similar to the claim against Adam, given that there is no real evidence that Adam Rosner committed violence (which does not negate his other vile actions, but we are now talking specifically about violence). And Jeff didn't do any better than Adam, not at all.

I am not calling for any cancellation or harassment of any of the actors or fans. I consider the "cancellation culture" to be a very ambiguous and in many ways destructive phenomenon, it's like how people stone a person, making him a scapegoat. The "cancellation culture" is disastrous due to the fact that it is lynching, and lynching is not always correct, it can spread a lot of false information. I don't want to say that the victims are "guilty" of anything, but seriously, do I have to explain why lynching is a bad thing? If we talk about people who turn out to be victims, then proving your words is important. Of course, one should not immediately blame someone who claims to be a victim, but I believe that the presumption of innocence SHOULD also be taken into account. Without proof, the world just turns into chaos. Indirect evidence may also not always be something that would really prove a person's guilt. The world is not black and white, please do not forget this and check the information PERSONALLY, use your critical thinking.

I would also like to discuss separately the topic of T12 cancellation in general. It seems very unwise to deny the importance of this project to the entire Slenderverse fandom. Of the main complaints about the plot from people who devalue T12's contribution to the fandom, only a couple of complaints turned out to be significant. Most people talk about things that are described and explained in Milo's journal. Correct me in the comments if this is not the case, but Milo's journal was written personally by Adam Rosner, therefore, this is canonical information. And I'm pretty sure that if this whole situation with Adam hadn't happened, the information from Milo's journal would have been included directly in the videos themselves. Read the journal and you will find that many plot holes are closed just by describing the events from there. Adam Rosner is a good screenwriter and creator, but a bad person. I also don't want to devalue his contribution to the Slenderverse fandom, although as a person and person he disgusts me.

I think I'll draw a general conclusion from all this and summarize it. I think that people in the Slenderverse fandom should reconsider their attitude to everything that is happening. Many actors no longer want to have anything to do with Slenderverse and Creepypasta, because fans have an extremely inappropriate tendency to treat actors as radically as possible, and there is definitely a problem with sexualization, bullying from series in the fandom, etc. It is inappropriate to wish someone dead, to find out where a stranger lives and threaten him. And yes, understand that lynching is not a good thing, and I'm surprised that I need to explain exactly why this is a bad thing. Check the information, ask for evidence, and stop trying to find scapegoats. Adam Rosner and Jeff Koval are really nasty and unpleasant personalities, but before accusing someone of all mortal sins, it's worth figuring out what's true and what's not. I would like the Slenderverse fandom to become better and less radical, as well as for people to engage in critical thinking before throwing serious accusations at anyone.

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

okay i finished the anime. i feel like i'm going insane

[tardis--dreams]

Some of those doctors make hating oat milk their entire personality. I hate them. Cannot pretend to find them funny or like i give a shit. Fucking pretentious assholes

[mamanbou]

the thing of it is if we all just individually liked or disliked taylor swift, it would be normal, but as it stands there are people who are obsessively reverent (and defensive) over everything about her and those people are insane and insufferable and wrong. and there are people who hate her vehemently and refuse to entertain the idea of any value (or even acknowledge talent) in anything she makes and those people are generally not insane but they're also kind of insufferable and observably wrong. everybody needs to stop talking about this woman online until we can figure out whats going on

[techno-rat]

o shit

[npdiyozane]

I don't like BSD I'm sorry if I'm putting myself through the little sister bullshit I'm doing it for a VN that does something interesting not for a basic shounen anime with a mafia aesthetic and some questionable literary references.

[jackass-jones]

I’m pretty thankful for the fact that the letter has never been too popular cuz I know if it was I’d have to see the absolute worst takes about Luke Wright