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nieceeee · 3 days ago

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MY LITTLE SECRET

Ony x reader

P/S: You and Ony had never really solidified your relationship with one another. It was all "my man my man my man" when yall were alone but in public, nobody knew the dirty little secret you shared. Not even Ony's little girlfriend. So when he pulls up to the party with her on his arm, will you be able to keep that secret under wraps? If he doesn't tell, you won't tell..

A/N: Angst. I heard the song and went with it. I DONT CONDONE CHEATING! I don't usually write hard angst so this is an interesting one for sure so let me know what you think. MNDI, small smut section in the beginning.

“Fuck Ony. Right there.”

You whine out in ecstasy. His lips pressed against your neck, peppering kisses all over you as his hips piston into you, tip driving into your cervix. You had been going at it for at least two hours. The way he fucked you, you would think you were mortal enemies. Your manicured nails dip crevices into his back and he strokes you deep. “Ony f-fuck baby please.” You beg. You have no clue what you’re actually begging for but you cry out anyway. “Take that shit mamas, I know you can.” He encourages as he fucks you. Your body is on the brink of collapse but you hold on for dear life as you ride out another orgasm. Pussy clenching tight against his length, you convulse as clear liquid spills out of you splashing against you both.

Ony slows his hips but stays sheathed inside of you as you lock eyes. “Fuck.” you breath out. “You good?” he asks with a slick smile plastered across his face. You roll your eyes at him too weak to push him off. After a few breaths, he rises up from the bed and steps into the bathroom. Your eyes get heavy and you fight to keep them open as he reappears with a towel. He presses it between your legs and cleans you up as you fight the sleep calling you. You’re jolted awake once again at the sound of his phone ringing.

“Shit.” you hear him mumble. “Aye I got to head out.” he whispers at you. You roll over to find him already out of the bed, walking to pick up his clothes from the floor. You take the time to look at his frame, enjoying the view.

“So am I going to see you later?” You ask him. He plants a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t know yet. But I’ll hit you up if something changes.” You lay there and watch as he gathers his things and walks towards the door to leave. “See you.” Only calls out as he steps out. You cuddle back down into your covers and allow yourself to fall back asleep.

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“Bitch hurry the fuck up!” Your best friend yells from the living room. You roll your eyes and finish applying your gloss to your lips. After Ony had left, you ended up sleeping off the rest of your sex coma. You were woken up a few hours later to your best friend beating on your door going on and on about some house party she wanted you both to attend. Your body was screaming no but for some reason, you stood here 2 hours later with a beat face and a new outfit. You take the time to admire your body in the mirror and the way the sleek black outfit accentuated all your features. After another once over, you slipped into your shoes and headed out your bedroom door.

“Okay, bitch. How do I look?” you ask her as you step into your living room. She looks you up and down before a wide smile breaks across her face. “OKAY! Body tea! Hair long!” she hypes you up. You laugh to yourself and shake your head at her antics. “Girl, you so fucking over the top. Come on before I change my mind. You know I’m tired.” you say. “Ain’t nobody tell you to let that nigga ram you into the mattress. That's your own doing.” You laugh again as you follow her to her car.

Yall pull up to a house on the outskirts of town. Car littered the yard and bodies were scattered in between. “Damn, who house is this?” you say as yall walk up. “Girl, Eren. His parents are away for the month so he been had this shit jumping for the past week. It's been party on party.” We walked to the front door and the music had the doors rattling.

The bass of the music thumped so hard you could feel the vibrations in your chest, the frame of the walls seeming to shake with each thump. Laughter, chatter, the clinking of bottles--it was all a blur, a swirl of unrecognizable faces circled you as your friend lead you deeper into the house. Energy surrounded you both immediately as you danced your way through the crowd. You tried to put your best face on for your friend but deep down, your feelings were all over. Ony hadn’t messaged you back since he left your house earlier that day and it was unlike him.

You tried not to think about it. You weren’t necessarily exclusive but there was…something. It was strange, not being able to be in his presence all the time. You chalked it up to good dick that had your head confused and focused on being present in the moment. You weren’t exactly expecting to see him but he at least could’ve messaged you back. “Bitch this party is crazy!” your best friend’s voice interrupts your thought pattern. “Yeah, this is some wild shit. White boy knows how to throw a house party.” you respond to her. “Come on let’s go get a drink. Then you can help me come up with an excuse to run into him.” she grabs your arm and pulls you. “Mikaaa. Just talk to him. You been feigning over this boy for too damn long.” you fuss at her. She shrugs as she grabs two solo cups and fill you both to the brim.

You are lost in the moment, enjoying yourself when it happens. You world comes crashing down on you as you turn to the door and see none other than Ony. His signature black tee and jordans fit paired with the same Ony chain that was dangling over your head earlier that day.

Your heart skipped a beat. But there was something else in your chest too. Something dark, something tangled, like you were holding your breath while the air between you two thickened. He had always had this effect on you—the way his broad frame filled the room, the way his deep brown eyes searched the crowd like he was looking for something—or someone. His presence had always been magnetic, but tonight, it felt like the gravity between you two had shifted.

Because as you stood there, getting lost in his presence, you finally registered it. He wasn't alone. She was there, hanging onto his arm. A subtle yet possessive touch as she grinned up at him. You felt a knot in your stomach as the liquor threatened to resurface. Her. His girlfriend. Or at least who everyone saw as his girlfriend. The girl who didn't know

About you. The late night phone calls. The stolen moments when no one was looking. The texts that only said “you good?” but meant so much more. The one was unaware of the nights when you and Ony were tangled in sheets, whispering each other’s names as if it meant something more. Like you said, yall weren’t exclusive. Honestly, the whole thing had been a secret from the jump. But you knew the truth: you shared something between you that was deeper than just physical. Those nights with him… the tenderness mixed with heat, the way he would hold you after, his breath warm against your skin, his hands tracing every inch of your body as if he were trying to memorize you.

Yet here he was. Casually conversing with his homeboys with an arm tossed over her shoulder. Laughing and smiling like nothing had ever happened between the two of you. And that thought alone let a very nasty taste in your mouth and lit fire underneath your skin. “You good boo?” a voice pulled you from your thoughts. You turned to see Mikasa standing next to you, a raised eyebrow and a concerned look on her face. “Yeah, I’m straight,” you lied, though your heart was hammering in your chest. “Right,” she said with a smirk. “I can tell you’re real straight with all the space you’re putting between you and Ony. What's up with that?" You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink. "Ain't nothing to it." Mikasa raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Well, if you say so. But I know you bestie. I'll find out sooner or later.”

Your eyes flickered back to Ony and her as they made their way deeper into the house. Attempting to calm your nerves, you down the rest of your cup but just before you turned to go get a refill, his eyes found you. His posture stiffened the moment your gazes locked, and he froze for a split second. The smile dropped from his face as his eyes darted to her and then back to you. You didn’t look away. You couldn’t. But there was no way to stop the sting in your chest, the way seeing him so easily with her hurt, like it was a fresh wound that hadn’t healed. You both stayed locked in for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was barely a minute. “Yo,” he called, his voice a little louder than it should’ve been as he excused himself from her side. He pushed through the crowd, making his way over to you, but the nervous energy in his steps was unmistakable. You break contact first, turning to Mikasa. She was chattering with Eren, finally using the liquid courage. “Hey boo, going to get a drink and step out. Got my lo on.” you whisper to her. She gives you a squeeze of concern but you offer a smile. “All good baby.” you say before walking away.

Ony tried to get to you but by the time he wormed his way over you were gone. “Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath. “Aye Mika, you seen y/n?” he asks her. “Uh, she walked off to get a drink. I’m sure she will be back soon.” she smiles at him, completely unaware of the weight of the situation. He looks around for you, a hint of desperation in his gaze. But before he could walk off and search for you, she grabs him by the arm. “Ony baby. You okay? You left me over there?” she whines. Ony looks down at her, “Uh…yeah. I was just looking for a friend. But they’re gone.” he mumbled. His arm lazily loops around her as they walk into the den.

Later in the night, things were starting to get rowdy. The music had gotten louder, the dancing more erratic. You were standing by the wall, when someone approached you. “Hey beautiful, Care to dance with me?” a deep voice rang in your ears. You look up to see a tall man with blonde hair and honeyed golden eyes. “Names Reiner.” he smiles. You smile back, “Y/n and yes. I would love to dance with you.” you say. He leads you to an open space in the middle of the floor. Your fave twerk song comes on and you allow yourself to get lost in the music. Reiner was catching all you were throwing, thick hands wrapped around your waist. You could feel him pressing against your ass as you moved.

Unbeknownst to you, Ony also saw the way you were moving. Anger bubbled underneath his skin as he watched you. He was a fucking hypocrite. How the hell could he be mad at you for dancing with someone when his literal girlfriend was sitting on his lap, talking to his friends, “Ony?” she spoke, hand waving in front of his face. His eyes cut to her. “Did you hear me? I said I was going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” she had spoken to him. “Aight.” he snipped. She took her that as her queue and walked off, accompanied by another girl. “So, how long you been fucking y/n?” Eren’s question cuts through the music. Ony’s head snaps to him. “What?” he lets out. “I mean with the way you shooting daggers at Reiner, it's obvious to see.” Connie laughed through a cloud of smoke. Ony bit the inside of his jaw. “It's not like that.” he mumbled slinking down onto the couch. “You only fooling yourself but aight.”

You were in your own world. Body moving against Reiner as his hands caress your curves. You allowed yourself to get lost in the moment. “So, what do you think about getting out of here?” he leaned down into your ear. You smile but before you could answer, you were snatched up and pulled away from him. Ony dragged you around the corner and pressed you against the wall. “Ony, wha-...Have you lost your damn mind?!” you hiss. “Me?? You the one about to go home with a random ass nigga who was basically fucking you on the dance floor. You out YO mind?!” he snaps back, voice low. You let out a dry laugh. “That’s rich coming from a nigga here with his fucking girlfriend.” you spit out. His jaw clenched tightly as he stepped closer to you, invading your personal space. You hated the way your body reacted to his proximity.

He took a step closer, and your breath hitched. His presence was overwhelming, as it always was. His large frame was mere inches from yours now, the space between you too small, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. You both stood in silence for a moment. “You good?” he asked after a while, voice quiet, almost too soft for the loud music. “I'm straight Ony. What do you want?,” you said, though it was a lie. You were miserable but there was no way in hell you would let it show. “Y/N I-... I'm just checking on you. Aight?” he spoke, his eyes darkening. You caught the shift in his mood immediately. Something was off with him tonight. His usual easygoing demeanor was replaced by an intensity you hadn’t seen before. Before you could ask him what was wrong, his hand brushed against yours, and the touch sent a shockwave through your body.

“I didn't expect it to happen like this.” he says softly. “I bet you didn’t. Don't want your girlfriend knowing our little secret, huh?” You took a slow sip of your drink, keeping your face neutral, but the words felt like they were burning in your throat. “You’re with her now. In front of everyone.” The words came out too casual, too sharp, and you didn’t like how your voice cracked at the end of them. He looked back at you, clearly flustered, and his voice dropped another octave. “It’s not like that,” he muttered, like the words didn’t come naturally. “GF/N and I are just... doing our thing.”

You snorted quietly, the bitterness starting to seep in. “Your thing?” You repeated the words like they were foreign. “Funny, if this is your thing then what the fuck was last night and this morning? Just needed something to past the time? Was that another thing, Ony?” your words cut at him. The way you said his name sent a shiver through him, but it wasn’t the kind of reaction he was used to. It wasn’t desire. It was guilt. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He swallowed, his throat bobbing like he was trying to say something but couldn’t find the right words.

"You know," you continued, voice softer now but still biting, "last night, it was just us. Just you and me. I mean where the fuck was this even going for you?” you start. “I mean I could see just the fucking but the other shit. The texts, the phone calls, the gifts. Why the fuck would you even take it this far?!" you try to keep your composure but the anger mixed with the alcohol was making it difficult.

His eyes shifted nervously toward where his girlfriend had walked off then back to you, a conflicted look clouding his expression. He opened his mouth again, but you cut him off before he could speak. "You know what. I don’t want to hear it. The excuses," you said, shaking your head, frustration leaking into your tone. "I don’t want to hear you lie to my fucking face like you been doing. And I definitely and not in the mood for the ‘it wasn't meant to be like this’ bullshit. We both know that’s a damn lie too."

He took a deep breath, his jaw clenching, the weight of everything clearly sitting heavy on his shoulders. And just as you were about to walk away, he stepped forward quickly, grabbing your wrist gently, but firmly. " y/n just hold up. Please. Let me explain," he said, his voice tight. You could see the tension in his face, the way he was fighting against whatever emotions were threatening to bubble over. You stared down at his hand on your wrist, a thousand thoughts flashing in your mind. You had every reason to pull away, every reason to walk out of that house and never look back, but you didn’t. You couldn’t help yourself.

"Fine," you said through gritted teeth, “Start talking.”

Ony pulled you gently to the side, away from the main crowd, to a quieter corner of the house. The thumping bass was muffled here, the light dimmer, and for a moment, it was like the two of you were the only ones in the room. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the anticipation of what was coming next. You should be stronger, should tell him go fuck himself but you didn't. Instead you let him pull you away, adrenaline mixed with anger flowing through your body.

You leaned against the wall and watch him pacing, running a hand down his face like he was struggling to figure out where to start. “I don’t know how this got so messed up,” he said, voice quieter now, raw with guilt. “But I didn’t truly mean for it to be like this, not this way anyway. You’re more than just... whatever this is. I know that. I just—I didn’t know how to... how to deal with it.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped from your lips. “Deal with it? You didn’t know how to deal with it?” You stepped closer, your voice dangerously low now. "You didn’t know how to deal with the fact that we’ve been in bed together? That we’ve shared moments—intimate moments—over the past few weeks? You think you can just walk away and act like none of it happened? What the hell do you think this is?”

He looked at you, like he was seeing you for the first time. You could see the realization in his eyes that this was no longer something simple for you. It wasn’t just a few secret hookups. It wasn't just a simple mistake. It was about the betrayal. The quiet, lingering hurt that had been building inside of you every time he pulled away after you gave him everything.

"I can’t do this anymore, Ony," you whispered, voice trembling slightly. “I’m worth more than your fucking bed and I damn sure ain’t no side piece to a bitch who can’t light a candle to me. I will not be the little secret you keep stuffed in your fucking pocket until you want to get your dick wet.” He stepped forward, his hands reaching for you, but you held up a hand, stopping him. “Don’t,” you said, voice shaking now. “You made your choice. And now you have to live with it.”

For a long moment, he just stood there, looking at you like he didn’t know what to say, like he was hoping you’d just forgive him without question. But you couldn’t. Not anymore. "I’m done, Ony," you said quietly. He wanted to speak but before he could utter a word, her voice cut through. “Ony, baby where are you?” she called out. He steps back just as she turns the corner. “Oh! There you are. I’ve been looking for you. Oh, HI!” she says in a high pitched voice. She slung her body onto him kissing his face before turning to you. “I'm gf/n, Ony’s girlfriend. Who are you?” she asks with a smile. You look at him then back at her, “A former friend. It's nice to meet you.” you respond to her. Ony’s heart lurches forward at your words. Former friend, He tries to silently get your attention but you refuse to meet his gaze. “Excuse me. It was nice meeting you. Have a good day. A good life for you Ony.” you say with finality.

And before he could respond, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving him standing there with his words still tangled in his throat, the weight of everything between you hanging in the air.

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mymoshangthoughts · 3 days ago

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oki i know we've all just chosen to accept that beatings are a part of demon mating culture and like, i dont think thats 100% wrong, but also thinking about linguang-jun's reaction to seeing shang qinghua beaten at the ascension incident, im kinda hesitant to fall into it 100%

oki my biggest defense for it being a demon-culture thing is that sha hualing didn't show any disagreement when mobei jun suggested "three beatings a day" in that particularly hilarious conversation, but that's honestly pretty thin. we know that she loves binghe and she never makes any attempt to fight him or to have him fight her. if anything, she strives to avoid it

there's also the possibility that the 'beating' that linguang-jun witnessed the conclusion of was a particularly unromantic one via demon standards. he saw shang qinghua and said "oh you were clearly displeased with him" so mayyybbee there's something to the pattern of bruises that speaks to intent but again, that's pretty thin

so might i suggest, from my humble little insane brain, that rather than beatings being a demon-culture thing, mobei jun is just fucking weird

oki bear with me oki but i rlly like this idea a lot LOL

im not even saying that mobei jun is a sadist (altho def not opposed to that), im saying that my socially awkward icy demon lord just straight up has no good concept of how to get the attention of his intended and this is sincerely his best effort. there's no research, no demon custom, no human custom, it's just mobei jun desperately screaming "look at meeeeeee pleaaassseeee" in his own extremely unique way that fucking no one understands

i would defend that this is likely due to his fucked up childhood and trust issues. like maybe linguang-jun isolated him to such an extent that mobei-jun winds up relatively divorced from his own culture for courting and doesnt even fucking know the first thing about it. maybe he has some twisted history of "look the only time i was shown affection was during martial training, which were basically beatings, so beatings = affection, yeah?" or maybe he's just so stupid and desperate that he has no fucking idea and no real plan, he's just trying to get shang qinghua's attention by any means necessary

i sort of like a mixture of all of the above. like linguang jun was the only person who showed him more typical signs of affection, and that was the prelude to betrayal. so mobei jun doesnt trust those types of affectionate gestures. but when he received martial training, either from his uncle or in one of the handful of times he'd seen his father, it was at least useful. like he can remember getting beaten and know there was an honesty to it. beating him made him stronger, being strong helped him to survive, it was the truest affection he's received in his life. and look, mobei jun hasn't exactly put all of that together all of that in as many words, but the effect is long lasting. and not all of shang qinghua's beatings were out of affection either. ultimately, there's this suspicious as fuck cultivator who's groveling at his feet and mobei-jun isnt exactly keen on humanity to begin with. and with shang qinghua prone to more typical shows of affection, the way his uncle was before the Betrayal? he's not going to be tricked again! he'll beat the human into submission to prove that he's strong and he's not a small defenseless child anymore who can be so ruthlessly abandoned! but then he really does start to develop feelings for shang qinghua and really does want his attention and qinghua simply wont look at him. sure, he'll throw out a million words of groveling and acting pathetic, but what does any of that even fucking mean?! does qinghua only see him as a king? does qinghua even see him as that or is he waiting for a chance to betray him? how can he get shang qinghua's attention? how can he keep him? and so he thinks about his only fond memories of 'affection' and starts the habit of beating qinghua lightly three times a day. it's gotta work. it totally has to work. it MUST be working, bc qinghua just told the demon emperor that acting pathetic is a way of showing affection!!! SO CLEARLY QINGHUA MUST LOOK AT HIM NOW RIGHT?!!? but their relationship just doesnt seem to be progressing and after the qinghua saves him from falling, mobei jun now has a brand new "height of being show affection" memory to cling to but its... very much the opposite of his memories of being beaten. and a whole lot better too. being caught by shang qinghua and protected in that way has his heart thudding every time he remembers it and suddenly beating qinghua has lost its appeal. how can he do something for qinghua that matches that feeling??? because now it feels poultry to offer qinghua mere beatings when those barely even seem enjoyable for qinghua anyway??? and he doesnt particularly enjoy qinghua acting pathetic for him either, even if he knows theres affection behind the gesture, and qinghua always acts extra pathetic during beatings so thats another reason to lay off. so mobei jun is in the middle of contemplating this shit and stops beating qinghua so much when suddenly its time for his ascension ceremony and he drags qinghua there with him and now qinghua is talking about leaving him and mobei jun's heart just about shatters. is it because he laid off on the beatings? is it because qinghua was always planning to betray him, the way he always feared? is it because mobei jun misread this whole thing? in front of his dead fathers door, a man who never gave much of a fuck about him, while anticipating the arrival of his horrible uncle, vulnerable and reminded of every reason he's never trusted traditional shows of intimacy and so he tells qinghua to fuck off, beats him without any affectionate intentions, and greets his uncle in heartbroken misery. but then qinghua COMES BACK WHEN HE NEEDS HIM and he apparently always hated the beatings which is a blow but also now QINGHUA IS LEAVING HIM AGAIN AND THIS IS HELL, MOBEI IS IN HELL RN.

and not to mention, he witnessed linguang-jun beating shang qinghua and suddenly, he doesnt even know why he ever thought beatings were all that affectionate either because this is horrible and he hates it and mobei jun is Not Equipped To Cope With Guilt, it's not something he's been trained in and he is not coping with ANY of this well tbh, not his uncle, not his heartbreak, and he just wants the familiarity of shang qinghua's normal pathetic behavior. something normal. something to ground him. but shang qinghua is not normal right now and he's still planning to LEAVE and mobei jun is all panic, no thoughts. and now shang qinghua is saying shit like "you only beat me cuz i was easy-going and weak" and ow? that hurts? and then shang qinghua is saying he was only ever indulging mobei jun and OW? THAT HURTS?! and mobei jun is prideful and in pain and upset so he's relying on familiar emotions. being angry. being prideful. being haughty. pretending he has any control over this situation. unsure how to act outside of their normal dynamic. unsure how to respond to this very different side of qinghua. but no matter what he says, qinghua is leaving. qinghua pinches his cheeks and insults him and calls him spoiled even when he's seen directly how his own uncle treats him and calls himself his father in front of the room where his father lies dead and yeah, it hurts when qinghua pinches his cheeks. not just the physical pain, but the knowledge that qinghua wants to hurt him. that hurts most of all and it's pathetic but mobei jun's head is swimming with the knowledge that maybe violence was never a good idea between them but what else can he do in this situation? he's completely out of his depth! so he threatens qinghua not to leave and he still LEAVES

so now he's trying to find qinghua and the entire time his mind is a complete mess of emotions because was he wrong all this time and qinghua cannot be gone, thats unacceptable, and what can he offer to make qinghua stay? how can he possibly not lose this person?? and the best he can think of is to let qinghua hurt him in return, let him get his licks in, and maybe that will help

but shang qinghua doesnt hit him when offered and qinghua seems a bit scared of him and for the first time ever that seems kinda fucking awful and mobei jun is out of his depth, but the warmth he feels when shang qinghua wont hit him is really... something. and maybe theres a lot more shows of affection he should be learning, like the feeling when someone could hit you but chooses not to. and look, he's starting from abysmal standards. and yeah, when shang qinghua suggests he cook for him that sounds weird and demeaning and mobei jun instinctively wants to turn it down

but when he thinks about how it might be a way to show affection that they both appreciate, he's really determined to see it through

anyway thats a verrrryyyyy long over-explanation as to why i dont think the beatings are demon culture, i think mobei jun is just a terminally awkward traumatized weirdo who doesnt know how to communicate

#moshang #shang qinghua #mobei jun

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otter-trotter · 12 hours ago

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GELPHIE NSFW HEADCANONS!!!!!!!!!!!

nsfw warning... clearly. men dni!!!

this is honestly just for me. feel free to throw tomatos at me.

CW: lesbians (ah!!!), mentions of tribbing, strap-on sex, oral sex, this honestly isnt very explicit, praise kink

Top Glinda Upland... obviously???

that is a DEVIOUS soft dom if ive ever seen one. She is a blatantly dominant presence, at the very LEAST she's a power bottom. I think she'd be open to laying back and receiving on her terms, but she says almost everything with complete confidence and is always expecting an obedient response; that is TOP behavior.

Bottom Elphaba Thropp... duh. DUH!!!

"top elphaba thropp!!" where. when I see that girl, I see A) the hottest being to ever grace this plain of existence and B) a girl with little life experience that is EAGER to please and learn. She likes knowing she's doing a good job, she likes being challenged - this girl is a dirty talk SPONGE. Ideally, I think she could test and learn things and maybe be a switch but wicked part 1 elphie? dont play.

dirty talk aka the thing all gelpie shippers can agree on

we all love their idiot banter, we know they'd never shut up while doing the dirty. what theyd SAY is the actual debate.

Elphie would say veeery little, only short responses/babbles or weak pleas, as well as a LOT of saying glinda's name. speaking of her.

"surely you can do better than that, miss elphaba."

"ah, ah, now, you know how to behave, darling."

If glinda's anything in bed, it's an asshole. I don't think she's CRAZY rough or sadistic but a secret third thing - a sensual, intimate, dick. She takes things slow and lets tension naturally build but always has SOMETHING to say. Like I said, Elphie would like both praise AND light scolding so if elphaba is taking it nice, it's praise, and if she's messy and unraveling, it's condescension. That is, unless glinda is unraveling as well, in which i think she'd praise... vulgarly. Rambling, thoughtless, lewd praise.

Intimacy Preferences!!

Glinda and elphaba are both definitely skin-on-skin lovers - tribbing, fingers, head - they have to feel eachother. Not only that, but I think glinda would adore the feminity in loving another girl with nothing more than their bodies. However, strap glinda holds LOOOOTS of potential.

she'd hate realistic dildos. with a passion. she hates the veins, natural color, everything. She definitely have just a simple bright pink one, I would NOT be surprised if it was deep in her luggage somewhere... or deep somewhere else...

elphaba would definitely be open to anything due to her lack of experience but, I think she'd see like a 4 inch dildo and start shaking about how "big" it is so it's definitely something theyd be discussing at LENGTH. get it. length. cock. the strap is decidedly 8 inches for anyone wondering.

adding on, I think elphie and glinda would mutually NEED to see eachother's face when strapping, the most they allow themselves is to bite down on a pillow while in missionary, making sure their eyes are almost always connected and visible. Their fave position is riding for this exact reason. sidenote: glinda would beg elphaba to sit on her face for head. no further comment.

aftercare!!!!

the praise does NOT stop after they're done - Glinda often can fill in the gaps on whether or not she's done a good job, Elphaba's state after fucking usually saying enough, but Elphie likes to be told that she did well, how good she was, all of it. Lots of pillowtalk once they're more coherent, mostly elphaba shyly admitting what she liked and glinda bluntly confessing how much she loved hearing elphaba's moans echo through their dorm. their neighbors hate them. elphie and glin are both very VERY verbal. I rest my case.

#gelphie #glinda upland #elphaba thropp #wicked #wicked movie #lesbian nsft #nsft headcanon #gelphie nsft #wlw nsft #headcanons #otter complottering

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satkru · 7 hours ago

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੭* ‧₊° ichigo kurosaki x male reader

*๑♡՞ . rough sex , enemies to lovers , barely legal adults , little to no respect for one another during sex , raw sex , public sex

p.s . i have literally little to no idea how accurate my writing abt ichigo will be as i've really only watched the series until like ep 8-9(??) i'll probably pick it back up once i find the motivation to but rn im freeballing this 💔

ichigo and y/n had a rivalry known throughout the entirety of the whole school. a rivalry so bad that the administration of the school had to put them on two different floors with two different schedules in order for them to not engage with one another, otherwise it would end in an intense scrabble of sorts.

but that still didnt stop the two from sharing nasty glares at one another from time to time, no one really knew how they started such a rival-ship, but some just say that they stepped on the wrong foot and never recovered from it.

the true reason for such an intense relationship is that they both had an eye for the lovely lady known as Orihime. Her gorgeous orange eyes paired with her flowy ginger hair was a match made in heaven. Both of them could not keep their eyes off of that girl.

but one faithful day, after school had ended and the halls were empty. the two were set up to clean the rooms, with a teacher on the scene of course. Each time they came close to the others proximity, it was like watching two territorial dogs growling at each other, waiting for the other to strike.

but that strike never came as long as the professor was around. Eventually, the period of peace had to come to an end, as the teacher exclaimed they needed to use the restroom. "dont you two dare lay a hand on each other while im gone, or else you two are suspended for the rest of the year", the words burned into the nerves of the two.

"so, do you still like orihime" y/n asked as he swept the remaining dust on the floor, "why is that any of your business" ichigo spat out, a hint of anger laced his tone. "just wondering, you know. she has been looking at me twice now".

ichigo gripped onto the handle of his own broom, trying to contain his anger. "shes been getting quite.. close, to me" y/n said with a chuckle, he knew what he was doing was ticking off his rival, but the sensation of pissing someone off just called to him.

"she asked me to go to her house today, but dont worry, i'll make sure to save some space for you" kurosaki couldnt hold his jealously anymore, although he knew y/n was bluffing, the thought of him with his crush agitated him. and with that, he found himself throwing the broom across the room, almost hitting y/n in the process.

the man grinned, an annoying feature ichigo had always hated whenever he and y/n got into disputes. "uh oh, did i make sweet kurosaki angryy" y/n said with fake innocence in his voice, pouting his lip and laying a finger on his chin to enhance his "sweetness".

"shut your mouth already" kurosaki growled, his hands clenched into fists as he watched y/n continue to piss him off. "you'll never be with such a girl, soon enough, she'll be begging for me and my dick soon, her pussy will remember the shape of me and make enough room to fit me. she'll never think of you again after i go over to her house."

each word out of y/n's mouth pissed ichigo more off than before, his eyes were glued to the floor to not meet eyes, otherwise, the situation would get out of hand. the teasing man began walking towards kurosaki, his face still in an annoyingly smug expression.

"c'mon kurosaki, look at me, remember my face for the rest of your goddamn life. remember that i'll be the one taking care of who you thought was going to be your future wife." ichigo couldnt take the amount of disrespect he was experiencing, causing him to throw an unexpected punch towards y/n, making him fall to the floor with blood dripping from his nose.

although it was sudden, y/n expected such a reaction, this was all apart of his plan of course. ichigo reached down and grabbed y/n by the throat and pulled him up so they could be eye to eye. "you fucking bitch, youre getting me all riled up for what? huh? do you get off of this?" y/n chuckled dryly, "and what if i do?". such a response threw ichigo off guard, causing him to receive a heavy punch to his cheek.

"dont tell me youre gonna kink shame me, kuro" ichigo steadily hoisted himself up with the help of the desks, his breath more heavy than before. "god do you ever stop talking" the ginger haired man whispered under his breath, barely audible but still loud enough to be caught by y/n's hearing. "dont be so mean ichi-" before he could finish his sentence, kurosaki lunged forward and managed to grab a hold of y/n's hair, twisting his hair enough and slamming his face into the desk.

"i can see you've gotten a bit more intelligent when it comes to fighting now, is that black haired girl training you?" kurosaki froze, how the fuck did he know about rukia? ichigo tumbled over his words, trying to make up excuses and babbling on about stories that made no sense. "you know, there is a way to keep me from outing you" y/n said, his voice drenched in hunger and lust. the ginger sneered, "oh fuck it"

and with that, ichigo hurriedly unbuckled his belt and shuffled his boxers down. leaving no room for hesitance, "god, all of your teasing has made me rock fucking solid.." kurosaki said as he watched his own cock puylse and twitch. y/n hummed as he too began to undress his lower half, slipping ichigo's hard on between his ass.

"i cant take anymore of your games" ichigo growled as he then thrusted himself into his once rival, earning a loud moan from him. each thrust was ravenous, filled to the brim with both anger and frustration. "youre so tight.." kurosaki groaned, his hand intangled with y/n's hair strand then sharply pulled back, earning another ear piercing moan.

"yes..! just like that ichigo! fuck me harder!!" y/n screamed as he reached back to spread his ass more, helping ichigo's long and hard cock reach more places y/n didn't even think could be reached. both kurosaki's and y/n's loud and lustful noises could be heard throughout the entirety of the hallway.

"you never were actually after orihime were you.. fuck.. you were after me" ichigo said with a strained voice, his time was ticking and he knew it. y/n's obnoxiously loud noises never quieted down, instead, they grew louder, more hungry for action. "use me ichigo! use me as if im your sweet orihime! fuck my ass as if its her pussy!" y/n yelled on the top of his lungs, his body was becoming heavier and sweat drenched him entirely.

"im cumming..! goddamn your tight ass feels too good!" kurosaki exclaimed as his grip on y/n's hip grew tighter, and his hand incased in the locks of his rival began to waver in strength. "youre going to take my cum.. like the slut you are. do you hear me?" y/n eagerly nodded, feeling the knot in his own stomach begin to untie.

with a few more ass-reddening thrusts, ichigo's load quickly filled y/n's hole, traveling deep through his guts. as ichigo was dumping his cum into y/n's ass, the once smug and arrogant man was at his own witts end. spreading his own cum across the desk in front of him and crying out in pure bliss.

the two men stood in silence, the only thing heard being heavy breathing and the squelching of cum escaping y/n's ass. "dont think.. that im done with you yet y/n.. meet me at my house tonight, 10pm sharp.. got it?" ichigo said between huffs. "got it..!" y/n said with cheerfulness in his tone. he'd finally gotten what he was hoping more, good for him.

#male reader #bottom male reader #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo kurosaki x male reader #ichigo kurosaki x reader #bleach x male reader #bleach x reader

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fictionfixations · 22 hours ago

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what if bridon arc but i pay attention to the times (ep 1) (at least the ones that i can notice since some look like they have something but then i cant make it out so shrug)

im really bad at dates so bear with me here. dates will be added to time when i can see it on that frame but unless stated otherwise just assume theyre following each other in order

23:10 - they hide in the darkroom

23:11 - he pauses before rushing to xiaoshi who is laying on the ground. xiaoshi takes his hand, apologies and tells him 'save them'

00:04 - lu guang is upstairs getting the photo (HE SPENT AN HOUR WITH XIAOSHIS DEAD BODY IM-)

00:05 (09-13) - he goes back in time

17:32 - he ends up back in the past (assumedly. his watch is missing but its the time on the photo)

05:29 (04-12) (it then ticks to 05:30) - bruhs sitting on his bed thinking. his eyes are still gold

05:31 - he puts his hands down

08:00 - xiaoshi is in his bed looking at his phone, at lu guang's contact (google translate tells me xiaoshi tells him that they should play basketball together tomorrow)

when he stops by at the time where he probably helps them paint the building his eyes are normal colored

13:30 (06-09) - xiaoshi is there to take pictures of the main coser (lu guang) of the anime club

12:30 probably..? (next day) - they arrive at the convention

13:34 - they get the kung fu master package (the bag) and qiao ling leaves to get it

14:35 (06-10) - qiao ling exits the line after getting the collector's edition of kung fu master 7

DONT BE SHY SHOW ME THE TIME

15:54 - lu guang gets the display book and opens it

15:55 - hes flipping through it

i cant read this. google translate says it says '13:30 start shooting' so i assume when they start taking pictures at the con

'13:35 separate actions' when qiao ling left to get the game?

'14:45 lost items' assumedly around when qiao ling and miaomiao switch bags (or maybe when she realized they had switched bags?)

'15:55 found the photo' the photo in the display book of her?

15:56 - lu guang says he knows how to find her through divination

15:57 - he tells them to close their eyes, xiaoshi protests but qiao ling says to give it a try

15:59 - hes about to look through the photo

16:00 - he looks (that is 16 right?)

(looking through photo) 14:35 - qiao ling and miaomiao say goodbye and switch bags

22:52 - miaomiao flashback (how do i describe this)

(past) signing event of RanXi Chronicles at 15:00 next saturday?

16:59 (06-10 2019) - xiaoshi talks about adding his divination (if it was real) as a side gig to the studio

17:00 - lu guang says he has to leave, qiao ling tells them to hurry up. he turns back but xiaoshi grabs his wrist and brings him inside

(flashback) 14:50 - vivian getting zhou xun into investing (also same time when he gives her 100k seemingly? or he was thinking it)

7:20 (pm?) - they beg lu guang to do his magic thing (I think? the seconds hand keeps confusing me). lu guang tells them to get out as his condition

next day at 7:20-ish pm - lu guang has their phones on call and puts one in xiaoshi's breast pocket

8 pm - xiaoshi meets vivian who thinks he is zhou xun

21:46 - vivian seemingly texted the bad guy (idk name) that xiaoshi (who she thinks is zhou xun) took the bait (again im using google translate so idk)

??? - vivian says that lu guang could get hurt (as an example, if he wanted to run away if he joined them?)

whatever this time is - vivian pretends to hurt him and has him fake his death

the guys enter the room

revealed vivian betrayed the bad guys, and xiaoshi n lu guang run away

11:30 - zhou xun sees the news of vivian being a suspect (his text to her is about meeting again since he missed it yesterday)

7:20 am (probably, its bright outside) - xiaoshi tells him that he worries about lu guang disappearing. lu guang tells him he can stay in the photo studio. they do the clap that means theyre partners for life

that.. should be it?

#link click #link click bridon arc #bridon arc #qiao ling #shiguang #shiguang dailiren #lu guang #cheng xiaoshi

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mythalism · 3 days ago

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Have you ever thought how would a meeting between Mythal and Lavellan go, if inquisitor was the protagonist instead of Rook? (a girl can dream)

I wonder if both of them having history with Solas will be a point of discord between two women, or on the opposite will foster an understanding.

oh boy anon.... have i......

if you had asked me a few years ago id actually tell you that my personal ideal lavellan storyline would have involved her taking on the fragment of mythal. and solas being horrified by it LOL

now, knowing the dynamic between solas and mythal, i dont think i still would have wanted this. it would be horrifyingly tragic. like true classic greek play makes you feel sick kind of tragic. and i do enjoy that but i think it would have actually ruined my life if they went there.

as for what i think it might look like, i think we already have an idea. we did see flemythal and the inquisitor react, and flemythal says she does the people proud. or that they kneel too easily LOL. shes mostly indifferent. morrigythal and the inquisitor also seem fairly close in veilguard, at least far closer than they were when we left them 10 years ago. "speaking from the heart, inquisitor?" was PERSONAL but playful and fond, imo. the way morrigan looks at lavellan when she talks about solas each time also makes me think they've talked about everything. i actually really enjoyed the tidbits of their friendship we saw. bonding over a shared ex boyfriend you will always be famous. even when the ex is shared by uhhhhhhhh ancient goddess fragment hanging out next to your soul.

as for how fragment mythal would have reacted... honestly i dont think she would have treated lavellan that differently from how she treats rook, aka as a mildly interesting bug that has crawled across her carpet that she is contemplating squishing or taking outside in a cup. depending on how it behaves.

we dont know the extent of her ability to "watch" the world but considering she knows about pretty much everything we can assume she is aware of solas and lavellan. and shes even in the same room as them at one point and does not say or do anything. i really dont think she gives a fuck LMAO. i think fragment mythal sees herself as truly god-like and thus she would probably not really clock lavellan as a threat. i also think she does not care about solas enough to be truly jealous. i also think there is a part of her who wants him to be happy because why free him if not? i think all of these things exist inside of her simultaneously and as a result she would prob just be a haughty bitch to lavellan like she is to everyone else. maybe with a few extra zingers thrown in about solas to taunt her and see if she rises to the bait. maybe she'd lay the "test your worth" on a bit thicker because she'd want to see the mettle of the mortal who got the dread wolf's heart.

as for how lavellan would treat mythal that would be sooooo varied based on everyones personal lavellan that i get why we didnt see it in game. mine would be pretty pissed off but she would have a healthy amount of the fear of god in her and probably not be openly antagonistic. but definitely snarky. there is also a place for mythalavellan toxic yuri in my soul but thats a conversation for another time. ultimately i think mythal is putting lavellan in a cup in a rare moment of solidarity and empathy and putting her outside. but not gently. she kind of throws the whole cup out the door y'know and goes "ew. good luck with ur ugly fucking boyfriend" and continues on with her life unbothered. to seek revenge and a horrible reckoning ofc

#asks #character analysis

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dark-elf-writes · 3 days ago

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Another prompt for birthday week if you dont mind: Inko tries to get back on Izuku’s good side after abandoning him at her brother Shouta’s place because Izuku is a famous hero. Izuku’s partner cuts her off

Hitoshi just wanted to go to sleep.

It was hardly a new feeling for him. There was little he loved more than sinking onto the nearest semi-flat surface to catch whatever sleep he could after finishing his patrols, made even better when he could coax Izuku to lay with him, so he could soak in their warmth and bury his face in their curls to just breathe them in. But here, standing halfway in one of the second floor windows and making eye contact with familiar green eyes in a very unfamiliar face standing in front of his front door, there was little he wanted more than to be decidedly unconscious.

Instead he sighed as he eased back out the window, making sure to slide it closed before he dropped down to meet their unwelcome guest. The last thing he wanted was the sound to carry and wake Izuku. They needed all the rest they could get before their own patrol started... or someone called in a Code Red that couldn't be solved by anyone else.

Hitoshi shoved his hands in the deep pockets of his jumpsuit, and dipped his head into the coils of his capture scarf, cursing himself for slinging off his persona chords and hanging them from his belt when he caught sight of their home.

"What?"

The woman blinked, seemingly taken aback by the rude demand. Hitoshi couldn't imagine what else she expected showing up on a stranger's doorstep before dawn.

"I want to see my s-- my child."

"Tough. Now leave."

"Excuse--!"

Hitoshi wanted to slam his head into the door, but that would, unfortunately, wake Izuku who would come running to find them on the doorstep. He settled for a bone deep sigh instead. "Look, there's no way in hell I'm letting you see anyone that you might think is in this house, and, no, I will not be passing a message either. It is as a courtesy you do not deserve and out of a deep desire not to do any more work tonight that I am not going to arrest you for trespassing right here. Leave before I decide that having you gone is worth more to me than my dislike of paperwork."

"You can't keep my from my child!"

A flash of anger had Hitoshi barking out a cruel laugh. "Your child? Where?"

"Izuku is--"

"An Aizawa. Or, technically, Shinsou-Aizawa now. You made it damn clear that they weren't your child when you abandoned them, just like they made it clear that they wanted nothing to do with you should you come crawling back now that you think they're suddenly valuable to you. Now I have had a very long night and don't have the patience to hold your hand through what child abandonment means. Get off of my property before I remove you from it. I guarantee I will enjoy the second option far more than you will."

Inko Midoriya huffed as she seemingly decided that whatever her plan was would work better when not in jail for trespassing and stomped her way back down the path. Hitoshi watched until she disappeared around the corner. Waited even longer until his phone buzzed in his pocket.

(How Nezu knew what was going on, Hitoshi didn't want to know. He liked being able to sleep whenever he could manage it, and the politest Not Shovel Talk of his life at sixteen had done enough damage to that already. All he needed to know was Nezu was just as protective over his former personal student as he was.)

Izuku stirred when Hitoshi finally slipped into bed, all sleep-warm skin and pillow lines through their smile as they seemingly tried to climb into him they pressed so close. "What took you so long?" They mumbled into his bare shoulder.

"Nothing important," He promised, pressing a kiss to their curls. "Just an annoyance."

They hummed and moments later their soft snores filled the room once more. Hitoshi smiled before following them into sleep.

#the elf talks #mha #bnha #the elf's birthday week bash #sass king hitoshi strikes again

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affogato-analysis · 3 days ago

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Art as resistance in Arcane

Disclaimer! I’m not an artist, I don’t study art, I will have the most obvious takes on art and will avoid discussing any technicalities of art! I wholeheartedly beg for someone to come and tell more stuff about art in the comments/reblogs, either because you agree or think I said a lot of sht throughout this post :D

What I am, however, is a student in political science working towards my master’s degree! Which clearly doesn't mean you have to just eat what I’m saying without critical thinking but I do have some idea of what I’m saying and I will be quoting my sources.

Also, heads up, spoilers ahead for the entire show.

So! Art and resistance and Arcane.

One of my favorite things in Arcane is the worldbuilding, because it’s exceptionally well done. I do not know if 100% of it was 100% intentional or if some things just happened to be there but I can not say anything about the way the show writes the inequalities between Piltover and Zaun and introduces the two parts of the city. It doesn’t mean we’re not allowed our grievances with the show of course, but i’d defend that this element of it is almost flawless.

And thus, let us talk about art as domination, art as resistance.

So! How is art resistance in Arcane? Well in multiple ways of course!

It's very obvious in Paint the Town Blue, where art very much is the weapon of rebellion (that and molotovs i guess).

Blue is the symbol, the rallying force, Jinx's blue is the answer to the enforcers’ blue and Zaunites riots are the answer to Piltovian oppression.

Jinx's monkeys are known in Piltover, it's the sign of her bombs and it's a threat. Since the assault on the council, she's proven herself to be a terrible, terrible threat.

The spray paint also is the weapon, both because it creates art and because it fights the representation of the situation.

Representations are how we are shown a situation, and therefore influence greatly the way we picture it and that immensely influences how we decide to act upon an event. So this!

is reframing Jinx as Vander's legacy, and it's fake because revolts are not Vander's heritage and Jinx is not walking in Vander's footsteps until Isha comes along, but it's efficient. Vander was a respected man in the Undercity while Silco was violent and brutal with Zaunites.

And it works really well, else the Jinxters would simply not be, let alone that many.

And this!

is also a fight for representation, but it's against Piltovian propaganda. It's still very much Jinx Blue versus Piltover Blue, it's fighting the idea of a consensual intervention based on cooperation between Zaun and Piltover; fighting the idea of kind, violence-i-dont-know-her enforcers by demonizing their picture; showing Caitlyn as blind but not untouchable and refusing to let Piltover expose their propaganda in their city. This is powerful, art and its materials are used as a weapon against Piltover's domination.

And in an even more obvious way, these

are paints and they’re here to say ‘you’re safe nowhere, expect us’, both in season 1 and season 2. Season 1 especially is Jinx mocking Piltover’s core values as the city of progress.

In a slightly less obvious way, this mural:

is resistance too, because it’s fighting how Piltover and the chembarons would describe them: punks, terrorists, hooligans, you get it. It also is because it’s motivational for the resistant forces (the Firelights).

Contestation and resistance are not always all out wars and permanent riots, and silence does not mean total submission. Resistance is to be found in everyday life, through puns and rumors, sabotages and hidden acts of refusal. (James C. Scott, The Arts of Resistance)

There also exist other ways, more subtle, to use art as resistance.

I’m gonna start with my sources here: Pierre Bourdieu. And I’m going to have to put another disclaimer right there: I did not read his work. I was taught it by my university teachers though, and that’s what I’m going to be using as my actual source material.

Well I did read some but I did not pick up the book we’ll be referring to today: La Distinction (The Distinction). Bourdieu said a lot of things but the only one we’re going to focus on in this post is the idea of the distinction (strap in, I have no idea if I can summarize that correctly).

Basically and very summed up, social groups and classes are ranked in hierarchies and all try to not be associated with the lower groups. To avoid this, groups adopt habits that mark them socially, like people who can afford to wear expensive brands will do so because it’s a social marker. It’s also seen in hobbies: not everyone is used to going to museums, not everyone enjoys going to the opera. I learned to go to a museum and enjoy it because my parents are teachers and artists and thus they wanted me to know. It’s a marker of my family’s place in society and social ladder, basically we are automatically branded as cultured people — not saying we are more than anyone else but our culture was in adequation with the ‘good culture’. Because, yes, of course ways to act, consume and be are ranked too, based on who does what. That’s cultural domination. Each group’s cultural practices are ranked in society and are more or less valued, and it very much follows the social ladder placement. Basically, the more a group is valued, the more its practices are seen as good and legitimate in society.

(I’m so sorry this took forever but there is no summarizing Bourdieu in 4 lines)

With that knowledge! It will hopefully make sense when I say that maintaining your autonomy against the pressure of cultural domination is resistance. Basically, if you refuse to see opera as a superior form of entertainment and instead think guy rapping some verses he came up with on the street is better and socially more valuable, that’s resistance. Doesn't mean it's gonna change the world but hey, resistance still.

So pieces of art in the Undercity are refusal of that cultural domination. These refuse to let Piltover be the place of glory, of beauty, refuse to abide by Piltover’s standards of beauty too, because Piltovian art looks like this!

It’s all golden and smooth and uniform, elegant and beautiful. This one statue:

is of Margot, one of the chem barons (same hair, same piercings) and it’s part of the vent system. For one, It means that something Piltover set in place was reclaimed by Zaunites — although not any Zaunite but a chem-baron, multi layered power dynamics at play out there! — but also, look at it. It’s rough around the edges, made of multiple fragments pieced together (you can see it on the chin and across her forehead), it’s sharp and angular and it certainly doesn’t abide by Piltover’s norms for artworks. Statues are associated with powerful people. Margot’s is different from Piltover’s, because she’s not a Piltie and she doesn’t crush Zaun like Piltover does, but this statue still means that art is in Zaun. Not quite the same, but no less pretty and valuable and a statue is still a signifier of power, just like in Piltover.

Same goes for Vander’s statue, all surrounded by pipes and jagged and in the dark too, both of them, contrasting with Piltover’s light and gold!

(this is also domination though. Margot has this statue because she is a chem baron, and she is weaponizing art to increase her own power if only thanks to popularity. She associates herself with clean air for a reason!) (yeah because Cait’s reaction to seeing it makes me think Margot didn’t get permission from the Kiramman before getting that statue done.)

(Also, Bourdieu argued that groups try to reach for the culture of the higher groups in society, to distance themselves from the lower groups. Power in Zaun is also shown through statues, because Piltovian standards of what is great art meant to symbolize great people still seeps through society and trickles down to Zaun.)

(admittedly a severe part of this post is over expanding over what the show actually tells us but the worldbuilding is so coherent that it’s very easy to just push the boundaries of the world we see.)

Also, these are art!

They’re graffiti, street arts made on walls and with spray paint. If you compare it to, let’s say, Mel Medarda’s own painting, not quite the same ambience!

Mel’s art is clean and refined, with paint and a palette and a knife and paintbrushes that are all very expensive, and careful and on a canvas and representing a concrete display of power from Noxus. This is a display of wealth, and it sets the tone for what is “great” art in Piltover (one’s position often determines the value of what they do in life, and Mel is the most powerful person of Piltover, therefore her art is the most valued art there can be) and standards of greatness trickling down through society, this is going to impact Zaun’s standards of beauty too, you get the drill.

So the murals in Zaun are resistance! And these are classic takes on street art: get the art away from the spaces monopolized by the upper classes; bring it to the public, to the street, to the lower classes; challenge the beauty standards; art as expression of a self no matter if it’s with a canvas; accessible art to everybody. This art is not a hyper realistic display of power, but it’s beautiful and it’s art nonetheless.

This also follows the same logic.

I’ll add extra kudos for that image because the song Rebel Heart has a very cathartic “destruction is art!” line and i very much think it’s real. Sometimes, doing great, beautiful and meaningful things means destruction!

And finally, to go back to Mel and art being the most obvious weapon of resistance ever, about maintaining your autonomy against authority and what it tells you is ‘greatness’, I’ll give you these two pictures and rest my case.

#arcane #arcane spoilers #arcane season 2 #arcane art #arcane analysis #arcane piltover #arcane zaun #piltover and zaun #jinx arcane #i hope y'all enjoy #i had a lot of fun but I'm not the most qualified on the matter so please please please contribute to this conversation

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lifesteal-headcanons · 2 days ago

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currently watching lifesteal secret santa and hannah got minute but she doesn't know what to get him she said, and i quote,

"what do you get someone who has everything?"

And now i cant stop thinking about that one barbie : life in the dreamhouse episode where its barbie's birthday and they all dont know what to get her because she has everything

anyway can we start headcanoning barbie minutetech thanks

#barbie dreamhouse........ i havent heard that name in a looooooooooong time /silly #ask #headcanon #lifesteal smp #minutetech #nix’s faves

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elainsgirl · 2 days ago

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Azriel the rebound. Yes, because you totally get to know a rebound slowly over years, becoming close to them over two years, buying them personalised gifts, talk to them about your interest until dawn, spend time with them more than with anyone else.

Elain the rebound. Yes, because you totally lie awake at night for a year, thinking about that rebound that you've gotten to know personally over two years, risk your life for them, and feel tormented that you can't be with them.

Etc etc.

Make it makes sense. Thank god we dont need to do mental gymnastics to ship elriel. It's just what's on page.

Hey anon 🫶

If elriel were rebounds, they would have already had a relationship. That mass could have ended in the bonus instead of leaving them on a cliffhanger/unsolved conflict that needs to be resolved.

and I highly doubt Sjm would spent 3-4 books developing and building up elriel, questioning the elucien bonds bcs of elriel, having a lot of significant firsts between Elain and Az all for them to be labelled as “rebounds” - which still makes 0 sense.

The person you rebound with is meant to be safe, casual, maybe offering stability - Elain wanting Az is the furthest from those things. If she wanted safe, she would be with Lucien. Not Azriel. And why on earth would Mass tell us Az has seemed to move on from his “crush” on Mor…if Elain is just meant to be a rebound? Another thing: Its been almost two years, when you’re rebounding it’s immediately after a relationship so elriel would have had an established relationship in acofas. Did they? No. Second to last point - If Sjm had shown us in acosf that Az was still in love with Mor and Elain still wanting Grayson - not mourning the life she lost w him but actually still wanting and having feelings for him yet elain and az still wanted each other, I can see that as a rebound. Yet we get told Az has seemed to move on from Mor, even in his pov - he didnt think about her once and Elain no longer cries when Gray is mentioned. And my last point: How unromantic for Gwyn and Lucien. The spin-offs follow one relationship - none of this “theyll get together and break up, then fall in love w others” BS. Either elriel happen or don’t.

Antis need to downplay elriels development and relationships to make themselves feel better about their own ships. I’d say elriels may do that with anti ships but they’d have to have significant moments first which they don’t 🤷‍♀️

#I feel like I know where this came from #We all have seen that “elain should apologise to lucien post” in the elriel tag #Thank god im an elriel.#And an elain stan #and someone who understands elain owes that man nothing #elriel #pro elriel

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the-s1lly-corner · 16 hours ago

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Pomni, Gangle, Jax, and Ragatha x Confident/Clueless Reader who both wanders off from the group during adventures, and during any type of conflict like a boss fight they just run into battle like the Leeroy Jenkins meme

Various TADC characters x confident and clueless!reader

I miss old fandom energy sighs. Everyone's way too serious now... I think we'd all heal a little if we drew our faves with the leeroy Jenkins meme

Characters: ragatha, pomni, gangle, jax

Notes: reader is gn, short post, reader is not very bright but they love you anyway

CWs: none

RAGATHA

calls after you, and will run after you the first few times before deciding to stay behind until you learn your lesson of "dont run into weird settings or to the baddies!" but you never really learn... or maybe you think that this time will be different and you can deck the evil wizard threatening to turn you into beans or whatever the hell caines cooked up that specific day

will gently correct you if you attempt to say that you won- you in fact did not win... internally shes kind of just... hmm... but you make up for the stress in normal day to day life that she cant stay mad at you for long

at least she tends to your momentarily bruised ego when the adventure is over... after scolding you

GANGLE

has tried to grab and stop you but because shes so light she gets dragged across the ground as you keep running into danger.... never again- never tries to physically hinder you like that again

cannot bring herself to watch you get hurt like that, will cover her eyes and look away until the thrashing and chaos stops, and even then shes not sure she has the courage to come to your side out of fear that the threat isnt actually over

and when its not a villain npc posing a threat? youve jumped out of moving vehicles before or jumped into ominous voids without giving it much thought

cannot handle the constant anxiety, but shes too soft spoken and pushover-y to speak up about it :(

POMNI

please... dont... shes already trying to get used to the circus and what to expect, and she knows that youll make it through the other side thanks to your digital body... but thats not going to stop her from wincing when the big bad grabs you by the leg and starts flinging you around

your confidence greatly drowns out her lack of it- shes cautious and tries to take things slower to avoid danger, and then theres... you... and you sometimes accidentally drag her along with you... and sometimes not

youre simply trying to help her put herself out there...! even if the outcome isnt the best for the two of you all the time...

will run after you when you bolt into danger, though...

JAX

honestly he thinks its really funny- and he will be encouraging you to go run into every sign of danger in every adventure that has it- cue your belongings and other assorted items rolling and flinging across the screen while youre getting your ass beat

hes... almost impressed with how ballsy you are sometimes, you are the walking definition of fuck around and find out- whether it be for better or worse

will make bets and dares with you to see how far youre willing to go just to go try to get something done.... someone may need to step in to put a stop it to. oddly enough theres no real malice to it, at least after you guys get closer... its mostly morbid curiosity and the confidence of "well you cant die or get hurt in the digital world" talking

#the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus x you #amazing digital circus x reader #amazing digital circus x you #digital circus x reader #digital circus x you #tadc x reader #tadc x you #ragatha x reader #ragatha x you #gangle x reader #gangle x you #pomni x reader #pomni x you #jax x reader #jax x you #canon x reader #canon x you #x reader

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linaliteracy · 14 hours ago

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Will it Pass? Pt. 2

Pairing: Bangchan x afab!reader.

Summary: You love Chan, how could you not? He is your best friend. Your problem? You love him too much and cannot stand him near you or your heart will break.

college!au, angsty, friends to lovers.

Note: English is not my first language. Leave me suggestion or comments on the ask box! 🩷

Bangchan's POV

It has been two weeks since I last saw Y/n. Two weeks that I never thought... I would never have thought that I would have to go more than two weeks without talking to her. I felt guilty, lonely, scared and like an asshole.

When she confessed, the first thing I did was to break any thing I had with other people. It was just a girl, but I politely told her I didn't wanna see her more, she took it nice, she juat blocked me everywhere and said i had a bigger ego than any body part. That wasn't a new insult, but it was funny, regardless.

I sat in the apartment, laying on my bed just quiet. Until Felix opened the door and got to the apartment.

"I AM HOME!" He screamed. "Chan, you here?"

"Over here" I said and Felix appeared.

"Sulking?" He chuckled and sat on my bed "Cheer up!"

"Did you see her today?" I asked, it was a rutine, I had not seen her since... the café, we had not crossed paths, i assume it was because everytime I saw her, her friends were shielding her and walking very fast. I couldn't blame her.

When will it pass?

That was such an asshole comment, and I still cannot believe it came out from my mouth.

"I did, she was... better" Felix confessed. "Look, why dont you talk to her?"

I sighed in defeat

"She wouldnt want to talk to me"

"I mean... you were kind of a dick... so, yeah I wouldn't want to talk to you, but maybe... just give her time."

I nod and contemplate my life. I felt guilty, so fucking guilty that I didnt return her feelings. I couldn't do it, because I... am just not sure. I had never done that, the liking someone, always was something quick and off, but with her. She wasn't that, she was all.

I knew eventually she would have someone, find someone, but I never though how it affected her seeing me with hook ups, or knowing that I was hooking up, I mean, I wouldn't tolerate it. Why did she put up with it for so long?

"She was so... why didn't she ever told me to stop?"

"Stop what?" Felix inquiered.

"To stop hooking up.

Felix looked at him.

"She couldn't do that, she doesn't have the heart for that... she... look, im gonna say this to add drama, because I like it, and maybe it helps you wake up, but... she never complained. With the guys... we really admired her.

"The guys knew?"

"Everyone knew that you liked eachother! Wait- you know you like her, right? Is not like we need to open your eyes?

"I... i know... is just... I dont know what is like, like, to like someone... I have never... had those feelings..."

Felix sighs.

"Look... i would tell you to go tell her but... I don't know how she is... I mean I do, but... I don't know how it will make her feel..."

"Do you think I am bad for her?"

"Chris. What the hell? No!"

"Then what should I do?"

I felt conflicted I had never done this, never liked someone with so much that they felt... homy. I always knew I liked her but I never knew she liked me. Hell, how could I not like her? She is funny, kind, beautiful, she is all... why didnt I realize sooner?

But I had never done things right, and I was so fucking scared of trying and fucking it up, with her.

"I will give her time" I said outloud. "As much as she needs, but I want her to tell me how much time I have to wait"

I grabbed my phone and went directly to her dorms. I needed to sort this out.

#bang chan #bangchan fanfic #bangchan fluff #bangchan imagines #bangchan x reader #stray kids fic #stray kids oneshot #bangchan x y/n #stray kids fanfic #stray kids #bangchang angst

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mymoshangthoughts · 3 days ago

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i think i have the unpopular opinion that airplane is an egotist lol

i do enjoy reading fics where he's like "i dont deserve good things, this guy is way out of my league" and i do totally get where people are coming from when they characterize him that way but more and more lately im just like

"what about the comments?"

like i dont think that airplane has a SUPER high opinion of himself, but i think he's just kinda... confident? like when he reads fucking essays online about how his writing sucks he's able to laugh his ass off over it and even join in the fray. so i keep thinking rather than him being like "i dont deserve this nice thing", he'd more have a "SCORE! nice thing for me!! WHOO!" reaction. and when a bad thing happened, instead of being super "this is the saddest day of my life, someone was mean to me", he'd be more "omfg did you like fr waste your time being mean to me? thats actually pretty embarrassing for you lmfao, r u oki bro?"

like kinda that terminally online asshole internet troll of a person who just doesnt take shit seriously and has enough self esteem to just legitimately not give a fuck when someone is shitty

ofc it's different with demons who can literally skin him alive, theres a huge difference between someone saying "youre ugly" and someone breaking every bone in his body, so its not like he doesn't cower when necessary

but also inwardly he just has the confidence to not be effected much by cowering. like "lol imma hug this thigh bc i aint stupid but the fact that this asshole needs me to hug his thigh says a looottttt more about him than it says about me"

idk im just kinda wanting to see more unapologetically confident airplane who just does not give a fuck about anyones opinion so long as the opinion is coming from someone who cant actually fuck him over in a significant way. like sha hualing? obvs care about her opinion, she can gut him. some rando disciple? "lmfao out of my way loser, im gay"

also i kinda wanna see that confidence stripped away until he's a mewling mess but thats just my desire to break down confident characters and make them cry pfff

its so much funnier to me if airplane was actually a pretty impervious sort of person, it's only the extreme nature of his current situation that turned him into a crybaby lmfao

idk if im making sense, i just kinda think of airplane as being a hilarious mixture of "the most self assured guy you've ever met, to an obnoxious extent" and "wait does he have any self esteem at all?!? is he okay?!?" in a fun contradictory way, cuz thats the impression i got of him from canon

also modern au mobei jun getting Very upset bc it feels absolutely impossible to get under airplane's skin. like he's sitting here trying his best to get a reaction and airplane is just "lmfao yea but idgaf abt your opinion sooooooooo"

look, i also think it'd just be awesome if mobei jun is actually most attracted to the egotistical side of shang qinghua. like sure, he thinks that cowering sobbing pathetic hamster shang qinghua is delicious, but give him shang qinghua cackling arrogantly at his detractors with the air of an emperor? mobei jun might actually faint with desire

so like, mobei jun visiting an ding peak so much initially because shang qinghua is sus as fuck and all that jazz, but eventually he's sneaking in as often as possible so that he gets to peak that side of shang qinghua.

like he first notices it when shang qinghua is too absorbed in his paperwork to remember there's a demon lord casually napping on his bed and starts making fun of the lousy penmanship, his fellow disciples, other peak lords, no one is except from his sharp mocking tongue and laughing criticism. but he notices it more and more

someone comes to qinghua's door to throw their weight around? sure, qinghua acts all small and harmless with them there but when they leave, he's cackling about "annndd that pathetic loser thinks that no one knows abt his porn stache, pssshhh, get on my level pleb. especially with your frankly boring as fuck tastes" and qinghua has a dirty sense of humor too and it's sort of driving mobei jun insane

so maybe sometimes he shows up at the peak without announcing his presence, trying to peak what sort of shit that shang qinghua might say about him behind his back and mmaaaayyybbe mobei jun is a bit excited at the prospect and disappointed when it's difficult to hear his name on shang qinghua's tongue

until one glorious day when his timing is just right and shang qinghua is neck deep in the middle of northern desert paperwork and he lets loose and mobei jun isnt sure whats worse: the things that shang qinghua's biting insults are doing to him or how, in stark comparison to the way that shang qinghua insults to others, all of shang qinghua's insults are accompanied by dirty commentary about mobei jun's body and potential sexual prowess in a quite positive light. normally shang qinghua is all "lmfao mr. never-gonna-get-fucked qi-ge is gonna tell me what to do? tough shit my lil bitch, i might be your daddy but i know the full depth of malicious compliance! go back to your brat-kink with jiu-whatever. you might as well be dickless for all the success you've had, mr. virgin mcbitch" but with mobei jun it's a lot more like "oh so mr. sexier than the fucking literal god of this world could have imagined in his dirtiest dreams wants this paperwork by next week? unreasonable brat, so spoiled, i should spoil him, he'd look reeeeaallly hot when spoiled absolutely rotten beneath me hehehh wait above me? hm, anyway, he's being a little bitch but i'll forgive it for that face but also man i wanna just pinch those fucking cheeks sometimes and then--man i bet he'd be really fucking wild in the sack to and--"

absolutely charmed by the display, mobei jun immediately reveals himself and beats shang qinghua senseless as a very clear indication of his intentions. to his absolute dismay, he never hears shang qinghua insulting him again and he doubles the beatings in desperation to somehow get shang qinghua's attention

(shang qinghua does not, in fact, have any actual bad blood against his zhangmen-shixiong, he just has a bad habit of going for the throat when he's in the middle of a tirade bc he was once an internet troll who shamelessly thrived on the anonymity of being able to say anything to anyone. he just really likes to talk shit and if he was in a position of power, would absolutely abuse it to talk shit alllll the time lmfao)

anyway i got pretty off topic bUT MY POINT IS that shang qinghua is best (imho) when he is a shameless egotistical shit-talker who's more or less impervious to the criticism of others

((man just fucking IMAGINE mobei jun's reaction when the ascension ceremony happens? like he FINALLY gets shang qinghua to talk shit to his face no less and then IMMEDIATELY gets abandoned. and like, it was kinda Really Bad Timing and also mobei jun never really wanted to just be a passive participant! he wanted to retort back! he wanted a back and forth! he wanted to refute shang qinghua's claims that he was spoiled just as much as he wanted to hear those claims! he wants the push and pull!!!! SO WHY IS SHANG QINGHUA RUNNING AWAY THAT FUCKING TEASE?!?!))

also as a general note i do think that shang qinghua's whole impervious thing is prolly routed in a lot of the trauma of being unwanted by family and all of that stuff, there was no one around to build his ego up so he built it up all on his own and he's really fucking good at building things up

#moshang #shang qinghua #mobei jun

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reigns-devotee · 1 day ago

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The substitute master list

Part 4

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: Language, forbidden, angst, P in V, Body fluids, Minors just dont damn enter please, she's a juicy one, 18+

Taglist: @trentybenty @partypoison00 @jaza23 @potatosackk @empressdede @isabella-2025

The sun spilled through the large glass windows of the mall, casting golden streaks along the polished tile floors. Alicia walked beside Zoe, their footsteps clicking in sync as they strolled past store after store. The familiar hum of chatter and the faint rhythm of pop music from overhead speakers filled the air, blending into a steady, mindless buzz.

“So, what do you think?” Zoe asked, holding up a cropped, lavender sweater against her torso. She glanced at Alicia, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Cute or too much?”

Alicia blinked, dragging her attention away from her phone. She’d been checking it more than usual today, her eyes flickering down every few seconds as if waiting for something. Or someone.

“It’s cute,” Alicia said with a small nod, giving the sweater a glance. “It’s tea.”

Zoe’s face lit up. “Right? I was thinking, like, with my ripped jeans and those white sneakers I just got.” She tossed the sweater over her arm, already heading toward the checkout line. “You’re too quiet, though. What’s up?”

Alicia’s fingers twitched against her phone. “Nothing, just thinking.”

“Mm-hmm,” Zoe hummed knowingly, shooting her a side-eye glance. “Thinking about him?” She wiggled her eyebrows and leaned in like she’d just uncovered a secret.

“Him who?” Alicia’s tone was flat, but her heart jumped. Zoe didn’t know. She couldn’t know.

“Damon,” Zoe teased, tossing the sweater on the counter for the cashier. “He’s been hanging around you a little too much lately. I’m starting to think he’s plotting something.”

Relief washed over Alicia, but she didn’t let it show. “Please,” she scoffed. “Damon’s always plotting something. He’s probably just bored.”

“Yeah, bored with every other girl at this school,” Zoe muttered, pulling out her card to pay. “I’m telling you, you’re his favorite pastime.”

Alicia’s phone buzzed in her hand, and her stomach flipped. She glanced down, her breath hitching at the sight of the name on her screen.

Roman

Her fingers hovered for a second before swiping the notification open.

Roman: Thinking about me?

Her lips pressed together as warmth spread up her neck, heat she knew had nothing to do with the sun streaming through the windows. She tapped a quick reply, fingers moving on instinct before she could overthink it.

Alicia: I’m at the mall. What’s up?

The three little dots appeared immediately, and her heart started beating faster. She glanced at Zoe, who was too busy stuffing the receipt into her bag to notice anything.

Roman: Wish I was there. Miss me already?

Her fingers hesitated. This was dangerous, and she knew it. But the way his words made her feel—like he saw her, really saw her—was impossible to ignore.

Alicia: Don’t get cocky, Mr. Reigns.

Roman: You’re cute when you call me that.

Alicia’s breath hitched again, and she quickly locked her phone, shoving it into her back pocket like it had burned her. Zoe’s gaze was on her now, curious and far too perceptive for Alicia’s liking.

“Who’s got you blushing like that?” Zoe asked, tilting her head like she’d just sniffed out fresh gossip.

“No one,” Alicia said a little too quickly, already walking toward the next store. “You’re imagining things.”

“Girl, please,” Zoe said, striding to catch up. “You’re over there looking like you’re in a romance movie, all grinning and blushing and shit. Spill.”

“It’s literally not that serious,” Alicia shot back, ducking into a boutique filled with racks of dresses and denim. She started flipping through hangers like her life depended on it. “I’m just in a good mood. Can’t a girl be happy without an interrogation?”

“Mhm,” Zoe said slowly, but she didn’t push further. She picked up a flowy sundress, giving it a critical once-over. “Well, if your "good mood" needs to tell me something later, I’m all ears.”

Alicia exhaled slowly, grateful for the momentary reprieve. Her fingers brushed over a black mini-dress, and her phone buzzed in her pocket again. She glanced toward Zoe, who was still admiring the sundress, then pulled out her phone just enough to see the screen.

Roman: You’re thinking about me. I know you are.

Alicia’s pulse skipped, her lips twitching into a smile before she could stop it. She felt like a live wire, every nerve on edge, caught between exhilaration and uncertainty.

Alicia: You’re way too confident, you know that?

Roman: Confidence looks good on me. You said so yourself.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure what to say next. The line between what was smart and what was reckless felt thinner than ever. But with Roman, it always felt like that—like walking a tightrope and loving every second of it.

“Come look at this one,” Zoe’s voice pulled her out of the moment, and Alicia tucked her phone away. She’d deal with Roman later. Right now, she had to focus on looking unbothered, even when every part of her felt like it was on fire.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” she said, her voice steady, even as her heart was anything but.

The night air was thick with stillness, broken only by the soft hum of Alicia’s ceiling fan. Her room was bathed in the cool glow of her bedside lamp, casting long, soft shadows on the pale blue walls. She lay sprawled on her bed, her fingers tapping idly against her phone screen. The mall trip with Zoe had been a welcome distraction, but now that she was alone, her mind had nowhere to hide.

Her gaze flickered toward the digital clock on her nightstand. 11:42 PM. The silence of the house pressed down on her, every creak and shift of the old floorboards sounding louder than it should. Her phone buzzed, jolting her from her thoughts.

Roman: "Can’t stop thinking about you."

Her heart skipped. It wasn’t the first message he’d sent that night, but it was the one that hit her hardest. The words settled into her chest like a weight, hot and heavy. She sat up slowly, propping herself against the headboard, her thumb hovering over the keyboard.

What was she supposed to say to that?

Alicia bit her lip, her mind spinning. She’d been trying all evening to convince herself that what happened earlier was a fluke — a slip, a moment of impulse she’d never repeat. But Roman’s words lingered, low and dangerous, just like his voice had sounded when he told Damon to leave. The memory of that moment sent a shiver through her.

Her fingers moved before she could overthink it.

Alicia: "Should you be texting me this late?"

The dots indicating he was typing appeared immediately, and her heart started to race. She pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging them as she stared at the screen, her pulse thudding in her ears.

Roman: "Should I have done what I did last week?"

Her breath hitched. Her heart wasn’t just racing now — it was pounding, fast and wild. Her eyes scanned the message over and over, each read making it harder to breathe. She’d never seen him like that before. The authority in his voice, the sheer control he’d had over Damon, and then the way all that control had cracked when they were alone. It’d been magnetic, and that pull hadn’t lessened.

Alicia: "No, you shouldn’t have."

She hit send before she could second-guess it. Her heart twisted in her chest, equal parts dread and anticipation coursing through her. Her fingers hovered over the screen again, as if she could snatch the message back.

The dots reappeared.

Roman: "Didn’t seem like you minded."

Her face grew hot, her breath coming quicker. She’d thought she’d be able to brush him off, keep things cool and detached, but he’d seen right through her. He always did. The memory of his fingers in her hair, his breath against her skin, was seared into her like a brand she couldn’t wash off.

Alicia: "You’re my teacher, Roman."

She knew it would hit him harder than anything else she could’ve said. For a moment, she thought maybe it would end there. But the reply came faster than she expected.

Roman: "And you’re 23, Alicia."

Her heart dropped, her eyes widening as she stared at the words. Her fingers tingled with nerves, her breath stuck somewhere in her throat. Her mind was screaming at her, but her body... her body remembered how it felt to be close to him. She squeezed her eyes shut, her jaw tightening as she tried to shut it all down.

Her phone buzzed again.

Roman: "You’re not a kid anymore. So stop acting like one."

Her eyes snapped open, and fire licked at the edges of her chest. She sat up straighter, her lips parting in shock. Her thumbs flew across the screen, each tap sharp and forceful.

Alicia: "Don't do that. Don’t twist it like it’s that simple."

Roman: "It’s not simple. Nothing about this is simple. But I’m not pretending otherwise. Are you?"

Her breath left her in a sharp exhale. Her fingers hovered over the screen, her eyes locked on his message. It was like he’d reached into her chest and gripped her heart, squeezing just enough to make it hurt. She hated him for being so blunt. Hated him more for being right.

Her head tipped back against the headboard, eyes on the ceiling, the soft whir of the fan above filling the quiet. She’d been so sure she could put distance between them. But now, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to.

Her phone buzzed again.

Roman: "I’m not sorry for what happened."

Her fingers flexed, her jaw tightening as she stared at the message. Every rational part of her knew she should leave it on read. Ignore him. Pretend he’d never sent it. But she’d never been good at walking away from things that made her feel alive, even if it was dangerous.

Her fingers moved, steady and sure.

Alicia: "I’m not sorry either."

The second she hit send, she dropped the phone onto the bed like it had burned her. Her heart thudded in her chest, every pulse like a drumbeat that echoed through her entire body. She shoved her face into her hands, letting out a long, shaky breath.

She’d just lit a match. And there was no going back from that kind of fire.

Alicia stared at her phone, the soft buzz of an incoming FaceTime request pulling her out of her thoughts. Zoe’s name and face flashed across the screen, her bright smile frozen in the thumbnail image. Alicia hesitated for a moment, biting her lip. She knew exactly what Zoe wanted to talk about, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to spill everything just yet. But avoiding her best friend wouldn’t work either—Zoe was persistent.

With a sigh, Alicia swiped to accept the call. Zoe’s face appeared on the screen almost immediately, her perfectly styled curls bouncing as she shifted positions, propping her phone up against something.

“Finally!” Zoe exclaimed, leaning in close to the camera. “You’ve been dodging me all day. Spill, girl. What happened yesterday? And don’t even try to say ‘nothing.’ I’m not buying it.”

Alicia rolled her eyes, even as a small smile tugged at her lips. “Zoe, you’re so annoying. Nothing happened. I—”

“Stop.” Zoe cut her off, holding up a finger like she could actually silence Alicia through the screen. “Don’t lie to me. You’ve been acting weird all week, and you looked like you’d just walked out of a Victoria’s Secret ad when you came to the mall. Something happened with Mr. Reigns, didn’t it?”

Alicia’s stomach twisted, heat rising to her cheeks. She bit down on her bottom lip, unsure of how to respond. Zoe’s sharp gaze narrowed through the phone, her expression shifting into one of pure curiosity.

“Oh my God,” Zoe gasped, her eyes widening. “It did! Didn’t it? You and him—something happened! I knew it!”

“Okay, fine!” Alicia blurted, groaning as she buried her face in her hands for a moment. “Fine. Something happened. Are you happy now?”

“Happy?” Zoe’s voice pitched up, practically shrill with excitement. “Girl, I’m living for this! Now, tell me everything. Don’t you dare hold back.”

Alicia hesitated, glancing around her room like someone might overhear her through the walls. Then, with a deep breath, she leaned back against her pillows, the words tumbling out before she could second-guess herself.

“We kissed,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “It happened yesterday, before class.”

Zoe’s jaw dropped, her hands flying to cover her mouth. “Shut up. You kissed him? Like, full-on kissed him? Who started it? Did he kiss you first, or—”

“He kissed me first,” Alicia interrupted, her cheeks flaming. “But that’s not all.”

Zoe leaned closer to the camera, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Girl, you’d better not leave me hanging. Spill it. What else happened?”

Alicia hesitated again, her heart pounding. She could feel the words sitting on the tip of her tongue, daring her to say them out loud. Finally, she gave in, the confession spilling out in a rush.

“He... he went down on me. On his desk.”

Zoe’s eyes widened so much it looked like they might pop out of her head. She let out a squeal, her hands flailing wildly as she tried to process what she’d just heard.

“No. Freaking. Way!” Zoe practically screamed, her voice cracking with disbelief. “Alicia, are you serious? He did that? On his desk? Oh my God, that is so hot!”

“Zoe!” Alicia hissed, her face burning. “Keep your voice down. You’re going to make me regret telling you.”

“Regret?” Zoe echoed, scoffing. “Girl, this is the best thing you’ve ever told me. I can’t believe you’ve been sitting on this secret all day. Details. Now. Don’t you dare hold out on me.”

Alicia groaned, pressing her free hand to her forehead. “There’s not much else to say. It just... happened. We were alone, and the moment got intense, and—”

“And he kissed you and then gave you the time of your life?” Zoe finished for her, smirking. “Girl, you’re living in a romance novel. Do you even realize how insane this is?”

“Yes, I realize it,” Alicia muttered, her voice tinged with exasperation. “And it’s not as glamorous as you’re making it sound. It’s... complicated, Zoe. He’s my teacher. This can’t go anywhere.”

Zoe’s expression softened slightly, though her excitement didn’t completely fade. “Okay, yeah, it’s messy. But, Alicia, you’re clearly into him, and from the sound of it, he’s definitely into you. Just... be careful, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Alicia nodded, her chest tightening. “I know. I’m trying to figure it all out. But, Zoe, you can’t tell anyone. Promise me.”

“I promise,” Zoe said, crossing her heart dramatically. “Your secret is safe with me. But, girl, I’m going to need updates. Constant updates. This is officially the most exciting thing happening in my life right now.”

Alicia couldn’t help but laugh, the tension easing just slightly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re living the dream,” Zoe shot back, grinning. “Now, get some sleep. Tomorrow’s a new day, and who knows what’ll happen next?”

As the call ended, Alicia set her phone down and let out a long breath. The weight of her confession lingered, but for the first time all day, she felt a little less alone in it all.

Before Alicia could respond, a firm knock echoed from her front door. Her heart skipped a beat, and she glanced toward the sound, frowning.

"Hold on," she muttered to Zoe, sliding off the bed.

"Who is it?" Zoe’s voice chirped from the phone, but Alicia ignored her, setting the device down as she padded toward the door.

She peeked through the peephole, her breath catching when she saw who was standing on the other side. Roman.

Her hand froze on the doorknob, her heart racing as a flood of emotions—excitement, nervousness, and a hint of panic—washed over her.

"Alicia, who is it?" Zoe called from the phone, her voice muffled but persistent.

Taking a steadying breath, Alicia opened the door just enough to meet Roman’s intense gaze. He stood there, his presence as commanding as ever, dressed in a fitted jacket that only added to his effortless allure.

"Roman?" she breathed, her voice barely audible.

"Hey," he said simply, his tone low but firm.

“Grab your phone; you’re coming with me,” Roman demanded, his voice smooth but firm as he leaned against the doorway, a confident grin tugging at his lips.

Alicia blinked in surprise, her eyes narrowing as she processed his words. “Excuse me?” she replied, her tone tinged with incredulity.

Roman straightened, stepping closer, his presence filling the small space between them. His gaze locked onto hers, unwavering and magnetic. “It’s not optional, Alicia,” he said, his voice dropping to a lower, more commanding register. The way he said her name sent a ripple of heat down her spine, even as her defenses kicked in.

Her arms crossed over her chest, and she tilted her head, trying to mask the way her heart raced. “Oh, really? And what makes you think you can just show up here and order me around like that?”

He smirked, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a way that made her breath hitch. “Because I enjoy it,” he said simply, his confidence radiating off him. “And because you want to.”

Alicia’s lips parted in a sharp retort, but the words died in her throat. The undeniable truth in his statement hung in the air between them, and she hated how easily he could unravel her composure with just a few words and that piercing gaze.

Her fingers hovered near her phone on the desk. “What if I say no?” she challenged, though her voice lacked conviction.

Roman leaned closer, the faint scent of his cologne enveloping her, intoxicating and inescapable. “You won’t,” he murmured, his voice a silken promise. “Because it brings you pleasure.”

Alicia hesitated, her mind racing. The smart thing would be to tell him to leave, to put an end to this before it spiraled even further out of control. But the pull she felt toward him—the magnetism, the way he made her feel both unsteady and alive—was impossible to ignore.

Without another word, she grabbed her phone, her fingers trembling slightly. Roman’s grin widened, his victory evident in the flash of his white teeth.

“Good girl,” he said softly, and Alicia’s breath caught. Before she could react, he was stepping back, waiting for her to follow him. Against her better judgment, her feet carried her forward, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

The soft hum of the engine filled the silence as Roman navigated the dark, winding streets with one hand on the wheel. The faint glow of streetlights illuminated the interior in fleeting intervals, casting shadows across his chiseled features. Alicia sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her phone clutched in her lap, the tension between them palpable.

She turned to him, her brow furrowing. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going, or do you plan on keeping me in suspense all night?”

Roman smirked, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “You’ll find out soon enough,” he said, his tone maddeningly casual.

Alicia huffed, crossing her arms. “This isn’t funny, Roman. You show up at my house unannounced, drag me out here, and now you’re playing coy?”

He glanced at her briefly, his smirk widening. “Trust me, Alicia. You’ll like where we’re going.”

She narrowed her eyes, not convinced. “What if I don’t?”

Roman chuckled, the sound deep and smooth, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. “You will,” he said confidently. “But if you don’t, I’ll owe you an apology. Maybe even dinner.”

Alicia rolled her eyes, though the hint of a smile tugged at her lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re impatient,” he countered, glancing at her again. “Relax. Enjoy the ride.”

Easier said than done, she thought. The way he exuded control and certainty was both infuriating and intoxicating. She turned her gaze out the window, watching as the city lights faded, giving way to quieter streets and darker skies.

The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words. Alicia’s mind raced, a thousand questions swirling. Where was he taking her? Why had he shown up at her door? And why, despite the whirlwind of emotions, did she feel safer with him than she cared to admit?

Her curiosity got the better of her. “You can’t just expect me to sit here and wait. Give me a hint at least,” she said, her tone softening.

Roman’s hand tightened on the wheel, a flicker of amusement in his expression. “A hint?” he mused, as though considering it. “Fine. It’s somewhere quiet. Somewhere no one will bother us.”

Her heartbeat quickened at his words, though she tried to keep her voice steady. “That’s not very specific.”

“That’s the point,” he replied, casting her another brief, unreadable glance.

Alicia sighed, sinking back into her seat. She hated how he always seemed one step ahead, how he kept her guessing. But there was also a thrill in it, a part of her that craved the unknown, especially when it came to him.

As they drove deeper into the night, the city faded completely, replaced by long stretches of empty road and the occasional cluster of trees. The air in the car felt heavier now, charged with anticipation. Alicia found herself gripping the edge of her seat, the stillness almost unbearable.

She finally broke the silence. “Roman, if you’re planning to murder me and hide the body in the woods, just say so.”

He laughed—a rich, genuine sound that startled her. “You think I’d go through all this trouble just to kill you?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

“Stranger things have happened,” she shot back, though she couldn’t suppress the grin that tugged at her lips.

Roman shook his head, his laughter fading into a softer, almost tender smile. “You have nothing to worry about, Alicia. Trust me.”

She wasn’t sure if it was his words or the way he said them that made her chest tighten. But as they turned onto a secluded gravel path, she realized she was about to find out exactly what he had planned.

The car came to a slow, deliberate stop, the crunch of gravel beneath the tires breaking the stillness of the night. Alicia glanced out the window, her brows knitting together as she tried to make sense of the dark expanse before her. A soft glow flickered in the distance, golden and warm, nestled beneath the shadowy canopy of trees.

Roman killed the engine, his hands still gripping the steering wheel as he turned to look at her. His expression was unreadable, a mix of control and something darker.

“Get out,” he said simply, his voice steady but commanding.

Alicia hesitated, her hand lingering on the door handle. “Where are we?”

“You’ll see,” he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She stepped out of the car, the chill of the night air biting at her skin. Roman came around to her side, his presence looming as he placed a hand on the small of her back. The contact was subtle but possessive, sending a ripple of awareness through her.

The faint glow she’d seen from the car grew brighter as they walked, revealing a gazebo draped in shadows and candlelight. The candles were scattered across the wooden beams and steps, their flames flickering against the darkness. In the center of the space, a bottle of Jack Daniels and two glasses sat on a small table.

Alicia stopped short at the base of the steps, her heart racing. The intimacy of the setup unnerved her, but she couldn’t deny the pull she felt—the thrill of stepping into the unknown.

“Roman…” she started, her voice trailing off.

“Up,” he said, his hand pressing lightly against her back, guiding her toward the steps.

She obeyed, ascending the wooden stairs with slow, deliberate steps. The creak of the boards beneath her feet only heightened the sense of isolation, of being completely removed from the world outside.

Roman followed, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. He poured them each a glass of whiskey, handing one to her. His fingers lingered over hers, the touch igniting something electric between them.

He leaned against one of the beams, the candlelight casting sharp shadows across his face. “I won’t be substituting for your class much longer,” he said, his voice low and deliberate.

The statement hung in the air, its weight pressing down on her. Alicia swallowed hard, the glass trembling slightly in her hand. “What do you mean?”

“A month,” he said, his gaze fixed on her. “That’s all I have left.”

Alicia’s chest tightened, her emotions swirling in a chaotic mess she couldn’t sort through. Relief and loss tangled together, leaving her off balance.

“Why tell me this?” she asked, her voice stern.

Roman set his glass down, stepping closer to her. His movements were slow, deliberate, as though he were giving her time to run if she wanted to. She didn’t.

“Because you need to understand something,” he said, his tone darker now. “This doesn’t end when I leave that classroom.”

The words sent a shiver through her, a mix of fear and exhilaration. His presence felt overwhelming, suffocating in the most addictive way.

“What are you saying?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Roman reached out, his fingers brushing the curve of her jaw before tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. His touch was firm but not rough, his eyes burning with intensity. “I don’t share, Alicia. And I don’t let go.”

Her breath hitched, the raw possessiveness in his tone making her heart pound. It should’ve scared her, but instead, it ignited something deep within her—a dangerous craving she didn’t want to admit.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice dropping to a near growl. “Do you understand that?”

Alicia’s lips parted, but no words came. The tension between them crackled, the air thick with unspoken desires. Roman took another step closer, his body pressing against hers, his hand sliding to the small of her back.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his lips hovering just above hers. “If this is too much, tell me now.”

Alicia’s pulse raced, her mind screaming warnings she didn’t want to hear. She could feel the heat of him, the way his body seemed to cage her in, leaving no escape.

But instead of pulling away, she tilted her head up, her voice barely a whisper. “Don’t stop.”

Roman’s lips crashed against hers, the kiss consuming and relentless. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him as the world outside the gazebo disappeared. The kiss deepened, and she clung to him, her glass slipping from her fingers and shattering on the wooden floor.

The sound barely registered. All that mattered was the intensity of his touch, the way he seemed to unravel her with every move. The night around them felt darker, the glow of the candles casting their shadows into something almost primal.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Roman growled against her lips, his voice thick with restraint.

“Then show me,” she dared, her voice shaky but defiant.

Roman’s eyes darkened, a wicked smile curving his lips as he pressed her against one of the beams. The rough wood bit into her back, grounding her in the chaos of the moment.

“Careful what you ask for, Alicia,” he murmured, his lips brushing her neck as his hands roamed lower.

Roman’s hands gripped Alicia’s waist with an unyielding force, his eyes locking onto hers with a smoldering intensity that made her feel like the world had fallen away. Without a word, he lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the edge of the gazebo’s wooden railing. The slight sway of the structure beneath her added an element of precariousness, but the firm grip of his hands on her hips anchored her in place.

Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as he stepped between her thighs, spreading them slightly to fit himself closer. The soft flicker of candlelight danced across his features, making him appear almost otherworldly—dangerous, commanding, irresistible.

“Alicia,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re going to let me ruin you, aren’t you?”

She didn’t trust her voice to respond, so she nodded, her lips parting as a faint whimper escaped. Roman’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk before he trailed his hands down the curve of her hips, his touch slow and deliberate.

His fingers brushed the hem of her skirt, pushing it up inch by agonizing inch. Alicia gasped softly, her hands gripping the edge of the railing behind her for support. The cool night air kissed her exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his touch.

Roman’s gaze dropped, darkening with desire as he slid his hands higher, his fingertips grazing the bare skin of her thighs. “So soft,” he murmured, almost to himself, his tone filled with reverence and possession.

Alicia’s breath hitched when his hand slipped between her legs, his fingers tracing the line of her panties with maddening slowness. The friction was light, teasing, enough to make her squirm and let out a small, needy whimper.

“Patience,” he said, his tone a mixture of warning and amusement. “I’ll give you what you want. But you’ll take it when I decide.”

His fingers hooked around the edge of her panties, pulling them aside with deliberate precision. Alicia’s head tipped back, her lips parting in a silent gasp as the night air brushed against her most sensitive skin.

Roman didn’t hesitate. He slid a single finger inside her, the intrusion slow and measured, as though savoring the way her body tensed and then melted around him. Alicia let out a soft moan, her hands gripping the railing tighter as her knees trembled.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice dark and velvety.

Her gaze snapped back to his, her wide eyes meeting his intense stare. The connection between them was electric, the weight of his possessiveness pressing down on her like a physical force.

“You’re already so perfect for me,” he murmured, his free hand cupping her jaw as his thumb brushed over her bottom lip. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

He added a second finger, stretching her, opening her up with deliberate care. Alicia’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking slightly against his hand as her body adjusted to the sensation. Each movement was precise, designed to draw her deeper into the haze of pleasure.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. “You take everything I give you so well.”

The combination of his words and his touch was intoxicating, pulling her further into a world where nothing else existed but him. Her mind spun, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment, her whimpers and moans blending with the soft crackle of the candle flames and the distant sounds of the night.

Roman leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a featherlight touch that left her wanting more. “Tell me how it feels,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of electricity through her.

“Perfect,” she managed to gasp, her voice shaky but sincere. “It feels perfect.”

His smirk widened, his thumb stroking her cheek as his fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements. “You don’t even know what perfect is yet, Alicia,” he said, his tone dripping with promise. “But you will.”

Roman withdrew slowly, his fingers lingering as if he didn’t want to lose the connection. The sudden absence made Alicia gasp softly, her body still trembling and sensitive from his touch. He took a deliberate step back, his dark eyes roving over her with an intensity that left her breathless. It was as if he were memorizing every curve, every shiver, every mark he had left on her.

The faint scrape of his shoes against the wooden gazebo floor echoed in the quiet night as he reached for his belt. Alicia's wide eyes followed his every move, her breath catching in her throat. He undid the buckle with a practiced ease, the metallic clink of the clasp filling the air between them. Her pulse raced as he pulled the leather free, letting it slip through his fingers before tossing it aside.

Roman's gaze never left hers, holding her captive as he moved to the button of his pants. The deliberate pop of the button and the slow descent of the zipper sent a new wave of heat coursing through her. When the fabric finally fell to the floor with a muffled thud, the sound reverberated through her, sending an electric charge straight to her core.

Alicia’s breath hitched, her thighs clenching instinctively as she felt the slick evidence of her arousal drip down to the floor beneath her. The cool night air kissed her overheated skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire Roman ignited with his intense, possessive gaze.

"You’re a mess, Alicia," he murmured, his voice rough with restrained desire. A flicker of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, as if he took pride in what he’d done to her.

Alicia’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away. There was no denying the magnetic pull between them, no resisting the way her body responded to him. Roman stepped closer, his towering frame enveloping her in a cocoon of heat and power.

Roman’s hand moved with unhurried precision, wrapping firmly around the base of his impressive length. His thumb teased along the vein running up the side as he began to stroke himself, each deliberate motion sending a quiet tension humming through the air. His eyes locked onto Alicia’s, their dark intensity unwavering, holding her captive in a gaze that seemed to strip her bare all over again.

He leaned slightly forward, a flicker of a smirk playing on his lips as he gathered the moisture in his mouth and let it fall onto his shaft. The slickness made each movement of his hand smoother, the obscene sound of it filling the otherwise silent night. Alicia’s breath hitched, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip in a desperate attempt to keep from whimpering aloud.

Her eyes trailed downward, taking in every detail of him. He had to be at least nine inches, impossibly thick, with a flushed pink hue that made him almost painfully alluring. The head was perfectly shaped, glistening faintly under the moonlight. It was maddeningly tempting, the kind of sight that left her body aching with need and her thoughts in chaos.

Alicia’s thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to quell the throbbing ache that intensified with every stroke of his hand. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. How could she? The raw, undeniable hunger emanating from Roman was enough to render her completely powerless.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” His voice was low, almost a growl, each word dripping with the confidence of a man who knew exactly how irresistible he was.

Alicia swallowed hard, her mouth dry despite the way her body practically wept for him. “I—” she started, but her voice faltered, and she bit her lip again, her nails digging into the wood of the gazebo as she tried to steady herself.

Roman chuckled darkly, his strokes quickening ever so slightly. “You can’t even speak, can you?” he murmured, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. “You’re ready to fall apart just from watching, aren’t you?”

She could only nod faintly, her eyes never leaving him. The sight of his hand gliding up and down, the way his muscles tensed with every movement—it was too much. Her body quivered, and she could feel the slickness between her thighs becoming unbearable. She was certain she could fall over the edge with nothing but the sight of him and the heat of his voice guiding her there.

Roman’s smirk deepened, his free hand reaching out to tilt her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze fully. “Then come here, Alicia,” he said, his voice a command that sent a shiver racing through her.

Roman’s movements were deliberate as he approached her, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her trembling frame. Alicia’s breath hitched when he knelt slightly, his hands firm yet gentle as he spread her thighs wider, exposing her completely to him. The cool night air caressed her heated skin, amplifying the ache building deep within her.

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment as she felt the blunt, swollen head of his cock brushing against her entrance. A gasp escaped her lips at the sensation, her hips instinctively shifting toward him, desperate for more. Roman’s hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place with a possessiveness that made her heart race.

“Look at me,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, the kind of tone that left no room for disobedience.

Alicia’s eyes snapped open, locking onto his. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear, dark and commanding, yet laced with a tenderness that sent shivers through her. She couldn’t look away even if she wanted to.

Roman began to push forward, the head breaching her slick entrance. Both of their mouths fell open at the sensation. Alicia let out a soft, broken moan, her hands gripping the edges of the gazebo railing for support as he stretched her inch by inch. His size was overwhelming, every slow, deliberate thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body.

“Fuck,” Roman groaned, his voice strained. His fingers dug into her hips, anchoring her as he buried himself deeper. “You feel so damn good, Alicia.”

She whimpered in response, unable to form coherent words. Her nails scraped against the wood as he filled her completely, the sensation almost too much to handle. Her walls clenched around him, earning a deep, guttural growl from his chest.

Roman paused for a moment, fully seated inside her, as if savoring the feeling. His hands slid up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist before returning to her hips. “You take me so well,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

Alicia’s heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming in short, shaky gasps. “Roman…” she managed to whisper, her voice trembling with need.

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he began to move. The first thrust was slow, deliberate, dragging against every sensitive nerve inside her. Alicia cried out into his mouth, her body arching toward him, seeking more.

Roman didn’t hold back. His pace quickened, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the quiet night, mingling with Alicia’s breathless moans and Roman’s low, guttural groans.

Her head fell back, her lips parted as pleasure consumed her. Roman took the opportunity to trail kisses down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to leave a mark. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent her spiraling closer to the edge.

“Look at me,” he commanded again, his voice thick with desire. Alicia’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze. The sight of him, his jaw clenched and his muscles taut as he pounded into her, was enough to send her over the edge.

Her body tightened around him, a broken cry escaping her lips as her climax hit her like a tidal wave. Roman groaned loudly, his rhythm faltering as her walls clenched around him. He drove into her a few more times before finding his release, his body shuddering against hers.

For a moment, the world was still. The only sounds were their labored breaths and the faint rustle of the wind through the trees. Roman stayed close, his hands gently smoothing over her trembling thighs as they both came down from their high.

“You’re mine, Alicia,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. He tilted her chin up to meet his gaze, his eyes burning with possessiveness. “Don’t forget that.”

Alicia’s chest heaved as she nodded, her heart racing at the intensity of his words. She didn’t have the strength—or the desire—to argue.

Roman pressed a lingering kiss to her lips before pulling back, his hands steadying her as he helped her down from the gazebo. They stood there in the candlelight, the reality of what had just happened settling between them.

“We should go,” he said after a moment, his tone softer now.

Alicia nodded, letting him lead her back to the car. But as they walked, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this night had changed everything.

As Roman drove her back to her house, the silence in the car was thick with unspoken words. Alicia stared out the window, her thoughts spinning in a chaotic mess. Her body still hummed with the aftermath of their encounter, but the weight of what they’d just done settled heavily in her chest.

Her phone buzzed in her lap, pulling her out of her thoughts. Frowning, she picked it up and glanced at the screen. The sight of Damon’s name made her stomach drop.

Damon: "Fucking the teacher in the gazebo, huh? Just wait 'til everyone finds out about this shit."

Alicia’s breath hitched, her grip tightening on the phone. Her heart raced, panic clawing its way up her throat. How the hell did he know?

“Everything okay?” Roman’s deep voice broke through her spiraling thoughts. His eyes briefly flicked toward her, concern etched into his features.

Alicia quickly locked her phone, shoving it into her bag. “Yeah,” she said, her voice strained. “Just a stupid message. Nothing important.”

Roman didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press her. Instead, his hand moved to her thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze as his attention returned to the road.

But Alicia couldn’t shake the feeling of dread creeping over her. Damon knew. And if he was threatening to tell everyone, things were about to get a lot more complicated—and dangerous.

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quixtrix · 3 days ago

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shirking responsibility - a mouthwashing mini analysis

cws; abortion, suicide, sexual assault discussion yknow i dont think i've seen people talk about this, and if there are, i haven't seen it yet, but anya's dialogue in her death scene possibly suggests that jimmy may have suggested to abort the baby.

these lines, put right next to each other, never really struck me as odd until i thought about the first line in the context of anya taking her own life. if they were directed towards jimmy as in jimmy being the one to encourage it, then why would jimmy, even though he constantly berates anya for more or less being a 'useless' nurse, tell their only nurse to kill herself? hes never malicious enough to outright say that or directly encourage that for one, he just sees her as both her role as a nurse and a woman first.

and as a woman, her natural purpose, in his eyes, would be to serve and satisfy the man. its one of the many reasons why he rapes her, and possibly continued to do so, enough to where she becomes pregnant.

we know from the dead pixel scene and the pregnancy reveal scene that it brings her distress, with both scenes being 2 days and 1 day before the crash respectively. the crash may have been spurred on by the fact that curly told jimmy about the pregnancy, but there is a possibility that anya had told jimmy before, as she knew she was pregnant already. the fact that curly found out about jimmy using anya as he had through the pregnancy reveal means that jimmy would have to take responsibility for his actions in full, not only through possible fatherhood, but for his crime.

anya telling jimmy about the pregnancy is a possibility if only because she can't tell anyone else. no one else knew about her being raped before she tells them herself, (ex. dead pixel scene, in the foamed up cockpit with swansea), so she couldn't exactly break the news to anyone else but jimmy. to jimmy, to have the baby would mean that there is physical evidence of his crime, physical consequence as he would have to take responsibility.

kids, regardless of conception, are a big responsibility. a hindrance, especially in the workplace, as one would have to take time off and shift their focus from their work just for the kid. for someone who wants to progress, for someone like jimmy, this isn't something that he wanted out of what was easy relief. the easiest option is to get rid of the baby, to get rid of the massive consequence for his actions he would have to take responsibility for.

now lets take a look at another bit of dialogue that also caught my attention.

while this does apply to her taking her own life, it can have a double meaning when we bring the baby into the context. when accidental, women are often blamed for getting pregnant in general. family members blame the woman, bystanders blame the woman, a partner who doesn't want a baby blame the woman. all for a biological function that the woman cannot control. this is especially the case with unwanted pregnancy when the partner not holding the baby holds some sort of power over the woman. whether it be through work power dynamics, through financial power, or through the popularity of the partner, it can be seen as 'baby-trapping;' keeping the partner in the relationship through the responsibility of a baby.

for someone as paranoid as jimmy, who eventually spirals into believing that everyone is against him, this may very well be the case in his eyes.

to jimmy, anya is a woman before anything else. she is a woman in the sense that she is there for the purpose of servitude, and her position as nurse does not help. she is a damn good nurse, however her perceived incompetence by jimmy overshadows this fact. to her, she is a tool for relief, for his own comfort, seeing as none of the other men have 'claimed' her as their own. so as both a woman, and a nurse, both of which are traditionally perceived as below a 'man' and a co-pilot, jimmy would see it fit that he would have the right to impose his will on her. whenever he takes responsibility as self-appointed captain, he does it because the captain has to take care of the crew. but as co-pilot, he is in a sweet spot, where he is comfortably above the rest, but not responsible for their wellbeing; just his own.

to have his crimes known, to have a baby, this is all placing responsibility on jimmy he doesnt want. which is why hes the man he is in game. he only wants the good, he wants the pleasure, not the disgusting consequences of it.

on anyas side, theres also the guilt of it all. pregnancy is a huge responsibility, much less one conceived by rape. she knows how selfish it is to take her own life, as the nurse of the ship, yes, but circling back to the fact that the woman is blamed for becoming pregnant, we know that it also applies in mouthwashing, because of what curly says when anya reveals she is pregnant to him.

"Who would you-"

the very implication of a choice, a choice that anya did not have in the actions that caused her pregnancy, shifts the blame from jimmy, to her. its a very deliberate word choice that makes it known that despite whatever curly decides to do in the light of this situation, it's anya's fault. anya was the one that decided to carry this pregnancy. it's not seen as her burden, it's seen as her choice because she is pregnant.

in a ship such as the tulpar, there is not much one could do in terms of abortion. the best route endangers both mother and fetus, which is why one could understand how anya wouldn't abort the rape baby when she is significantly more stable than she is in her death scene. before then, the crash wasn't even thought as a thing that would happen. sure, they're out of a job once the freight cruiser comes back to earth, but no one would expect such a huge consequence to come out of coming forward with her story like that.

so by keeping the baby, possibly out of her own survival, and indirectly causing the crash, anya possibly feels more guilt than one reasonably should.

i say indirectly causing the crash because in the end, it's jimmy who didn't want to own up and take responsibility for his own actions. and while anya and the rest of the crew aren't aware of the whole story, it wouldn't be hard to piece together what possibly could be the reason for it if it came literally a day after one tells the captain about her own pregnancy, right?

think of the guilt that anya may have felt. no, she is not directly responsible, but guilt doesn't work that way, especially not with rape. in a ship where her rapist is the boss and the man she went to for help defended him instead, leading to where they are now, it's not easy to not let it get to one's head. plus, she's constantly berated by jimmy, taunted even, for her perceived inability to do her job.

would be real easy to finally snap and take matters into her own hands, wouldn't it?

a suicide is seen as the most selfish action one could do.

in her iconic monologue, where anya defiantly claims that this is 'the best decision she'll ever make,' she is taking responsibility in her own way for her role in this whole fiasco; taking responsibility for the consequences of jimmy's actions and aborting the baby and by extent, eliminating the root of the problem. with no woman onboard, she cannot be used. she cannot be taken as a topic of controversy. she takes responsibility for her crime of biology, and therefore takes her own life.

anya, following finding out about her pregnancy, is defined by it through it being why jimmy crashes the ship. the consequence of her rape becomes the core of what she is; the root of the problems that led to the crash. though she tries to be more than it, through her work as a nurse and through how she keeps the crew together, what had happened to her consumes her, and is what she takes responsibility for by taking her own life in the end.

she tried her best in the conditions she was in. :(

anywayssss tl;dr, anyas death dialogue suggests that jimmy suggested to abort the baby because its a massive responsibility on his part and honestly he just doesnt want to face the consequences of his own selfish need for pleasure. thats why we have mouthwashing and thats why anya kills herself, out of both possibly guilt and the fact that she has had to live under the thumb of her rapist for this long.

anywaysss hope u enjoyed reading if you got this far, my askbox is open for discussion and criticism (though please be civil, i do these analyses for fun!) :P

#theres a large possibility someone has said this already but like #idk #the specific lines in her dialogue rlly got to me #i Had to speak abt it even tho probably a million other people have already BUT WHO CARESSSSS #i also really care a lot for anya like seriously #she rlly resonated w me #im not late to the mouthwashing game i swear... been into it since october but never did smth like this myself bc well #took about 5 diff gameplay watchthroughs to get comfortable with the game #but now i get to be obnoxious abt it #mouthwashing #mouthwashing game #anya mouthwashing #nurse anya #mouthwashing analysis #cw: sa #tw: sui mention #cw: abortion

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