#if you really feel as passionate about the matter as you claim to then you need to get off your fucking high horse and help fix things.

[snekdood]

i think my problem with other ppl who claim to possibly have native american ancestry but dont know is when they dont seem to treat it like as if it could *actually* be true and just treat it like "yeah im a spicy white person" dshdfshjv? idk if that makes sense, like they dont do the internal work of deconstructing racism around native people, they dont start listening to native ppl- its more or less used as either an excuse for appropriation or just to seem more "exotic".

[protobrieile]

ooooooo i am feeling particularly riled up about marginalized community infighting today

[skyahri]

How They'd Do You |Naruto Men X Reader| HC

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Madara Uchiha, and Naruto Uzumaki.

Summary: How they are in bed.

Warnings: NSFW. Mentions of sex and foreplay. Breeding kink, breast and nipple play, head, etc.

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Sasuke Uchiha

Sasuke isn't one to give up control very easily, especially when he's in any sort of vulnerable state.

More often than not, he's on top of you, forcing your legs against your chest and not holding anything back as he thrusts into you.

On the rare occasion he allows you to top, he's still 100% in control. He always ends up taking over towards the end when he can't take it anymore. His release is close, and something in his brain is begging him to rail you.

He wouldn't be into actual choking in fear he'd lose control of his strength, but he's not afraid to use your neck as a handle of sorts to keep your body from moving too much.

Hes the embodiment of a breeding kink.

He's close to his end. He places his hand on your stomach and forces his seed in you.

If he's still got stamina, he's pushing you onto your hands and knees for round two, ass high up in the air.

"Not a single drop spills. Got it?"

Emergency contraceptive is your best friend, but let's be real. It fails sooner rather than later based on the sheer amount you rely on it.

Kakashi Hatake

Foreplay king. He loves head, both giving and receiving, sometimes even at the same time. Nipple play, fingering, whatever it is you're needing, he's providing.

Passionate.

When he does share his mind, it's never a light matter, and sex is no different.

Kissing, hand holding, praising - it's all a very important part of the act for him. He's pouring his heart and soul into you every time you're together.

But don't get it wrong, he's still a man. Those sweet nothings and soft whispers about how much he loves you quickly turn into dirty talk.

"You're such a good girl."

"You look so pretty wrapped around my cock."

"You're mine, you know that?"

He definitely sticks his fingers in your mouth.

After a certain point, he let's his dick do the thinking for him. You don't mind one bit.

He's all about aftercare. Rags or showers or just physical contact, whatever you want, he's got it. He knows he's not always the best at taking care of you, but this is one instance where he's confident about what he's doing.

Shikamaru Nara

My man is lazy and that doesn't change, even in the bedroom.

He usually doesn't go down on you but enjoys when you sit on his face. He'll wrap his arms around to grip your thighs. He's never one to turn down head but doesn't really make foreplay a priority.

Some might call him a pillow princess at first glance, but it's deeper than that. He has the control, he just let's you do the work most of the time.

You may be on top, but his strong grip and guiding fingers tell you exactly what to do.

Sometimes, he doesn't care for the pleasantries that come with dragging it out. He'll nestle between your legs and let his head dip down to your neck.

Lazy thrusts, but that's fine. Deeper is always better than faster.

He doesn't really do dirty talk, but he's definitely not silent. He's vocal, always groaning, maybe he'll tell you that he loves you if he's feeling a certain way.

Madara Uchiha

Most of the time, he's hate fucking you.

There's no time for foreplay when he's immediately slamming you against the wall when he gets home.

Despite all the anger radiating off of him as he mercilessly thrusts into you, he's calling you the sweetest nicknames he can think of. Love or Darling or something of the sort.

He always finishes inside. You're not sure if he's just too busy letting his frustration out to think, or if he's actively trying to get you pregnant.

It's both... sort of. For him, anger is just passion and fuel. It has nothing to do with his actions. He's pumping you full of his cum because he likes to claim you. He wants you to bare his children. He wants people to know you're his.

Aftercare isn't as straightforward for him. He's not offering to clean you up, but he tries to find ways to subtly apologize for turning you into a toy.

Naruto Uzumaki

Naruto runs on pure instinct in every aspect of his life.

He's doing what feels right in the moment and confirming it with you if it's something he's unsure about. (Consent is key).

He's a people pleaser. He's always making sure he takes care of you before he even thinks about himself. Eating you out, fingering, breast play, whatever you want.

He's sloppy. It's just something that always emerges with him. He's placing wet kisses on your neck, his hand placement can sometimes be a bit awkward, but it all adds to the experience.

His head gets so foggy with love and lust that he honestly can't think straight. The way his body takes control and he ravages you in an almost primal way, it's to die for.

[sheeezu]

Things to expect when you've mastered shifting

This isn't the normal "oh you'll feel on top the world" kind of post which just hypes up everything and the sole purpose is to motivate. This is (???) the logistics, the indepth version of what you'll face psychologically.

I've shifted close to about a hundred times, whether it was from this reality, or shifting within a reality I shifted.

This is all from my personal experience, you might experience differently.

⋆ Disassociation: when you shift back to your original reality, you'll often times confuse both reality's memory, of course, we all know this, doesn't matter if you shifted or not. But what I've seen no one talk about is that sometimes events and certain objects from your DR will unintentionally manifest into your CR, just because of how deeply rooted they become in your subconscious. For example, I had maybe mentioned this somewhere else, but in my DR I had scripted expensive china cups, which broke on my second day being there. Well two weeks ago my family was gifted the same teacups (some details were off) and one of them managed to get a crack in them after we served the guests tea in it.

⋆ Weird Dreams: Not only is the concept of the dreams weird, but overall mechanics of it are unusual as well (I didn't shift unconsciously in my dreams, that's one boundary I've established)

For example, dreams with people claiming to know the future, telling me, and it coming true the next day, but it being minor details, people from my DRs channeling me, dreams which involves falling out of reality/finding the end of the multiverse.

Dreams which involves me floating, strong winds which blow away entirely of the void reality (CR), I had started getting this dream since I've wanted to permashift, the wind is so strong and I feel it, I'm usually at my college and or doing a mundane activity in my current reality, everything dissapears and I end up in the void state for the rest of the night.

Once my S/O visited me in my dream, he asked me to come back home, it was a lucid dream so I consciously agreed because I couldn't deny him; ended up in my home reality.

⋆ Feeling weirdly sad about your CR: this one might be personal to me. truth be told, I haven't studied a single day since I've successfully shifted. This year all of my classmates and age fellows are going to start looking at university applications, the ones they mention are usually universities I used to dream all day long about getting into, when I didn't know about shifting. It forms a pit in my heart, the passion I once used to have regarding hardwork by investing blood sweat tears into studying, pinterest board filled with quotes such as "some dreams are worth more than my sleep" not stirring anything within me. It's not that I think I can't get these things, i know i can just shift to a parallel reality and get it, but I just don't want to, I don't feel the same about this reality anymore, slowly letting it go, no matter how much I try to cling onto it, I know I was never meant to be here.

⋆ Personality changes: When you become an expert at shifting its no question that you'd shift very frequently. Those DR selfs would influence your personality, and people can think you're developing a split personality disorder.

Take me as an example, if you look at the posts on my blog, you'd notice a different tone in each one of them, some are in a more softer tone and the others feel clinical.

⋆ Putting your DR family first, even though they're not here: I don't know how to explain this one, so I'd just take an example out of my own experience again.

I was out shopping with my mother for sweaters, the ones we were coming across were really good quality, but I could only think of my S/O, she was pointing out the things she thought I'd like, but I kept looking at the men's sweater, subconsciously trying to pick one out for him, which weirded my mother out slightly.

...

Why am I crying.

Anyways I have planned to permashift out of this reality before new year, it was my childhood dream to blog, but I was too shy to do so and never had anything common with anyone. But I've finally completed the final thing on my list, alongside with meeting my cousin who I adored, I decided to add her to my DR.

That's it, I'll go on and answer the 50 asks in my inbox.

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[00valentina-writes00]

✞⛧ (More) Sevika dating headcanons! ✞⛧

✞⛧ How Sevika Asked You Out: Sevika didn’t so much ask as she told. After weeks of lingering stares, possessive behavior, and light teasing, she finally said, “You’re with me now. Got it?” It wasn’t romantic, but her intense, unwavering gaze left no room for argument.

✞⛧ She’s not big on grand gestures, but the way she stood protectively by your side and made sure no one got too close already told you everything you needed to know about how much she cared.

✞⛧ Dating Sevika is like having a walking fortress at your side. She’s incredibly protective, always scanning the room for potential threats, even in casual settings. Her presence alone is often enough to make others back off.

✞⛧ Daily life with her involves late nights and slow mornings. She’s usually out gambling, working, or drinking until the early hours, but she always comes home to you. She’s grumpy in the mornings but softens when she sees you still curled up in bed.

✞⛧ Despite her rough demeanor, Sevika makes an effort to keep you out of her dangerous lifestyle. She refuses to let you get involved with the darker side of Zaun, no matter how much you argue about wanting to support her.

✞⛧ If you’re ever in danger, though, Sevika becomes a one-woman wrecking crew. Anyone who so much as thinks about hurting you gets a first-hand demonstration of what her shimmer-enhanced arm can do.

✞⛧ She’s incredibly blunt, sometimes to the point of being rude. If you’re wearing something she doesn’t like, she’ll say, “You’re really wearing that?” But her tone softens when she sees the hurt in your eyes, and she’ll mutter something about it “not being that bad” while avoiding your gaze.

✞⛧ Sevika has no patience for dramatic displays of affection in public, but she does enjoy having you on her lap while she’s gambling. She loves the way it makes others jealous and isn’t shy about showing off her claim on you with a possessive arm around your waist.

✞⛧ She’s not great at verbalizing her feelings, but her actions speak louder than words. She’ll fix things around the house, bring you small gifts (even if they’re practical like a new knife), and always make sure you’re taken care of.

✞⛧ Intimacy with Sevika is intense, raw, and passionate. She’s rough and demanding, always in control, and loves seeing you fall apart under her touch. She knows her strength and isn’t afraid to use it to pin you down or pull you closer.

✞⛧ However, there are rare moments of surprising tenderness. When she notices you’re nervous or vulnerable, she’ll slow down, her touch becoming softer as she whispers in your ear, “I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.”

✞⛧ Sevika loves teasing you, especially when you’re needy. She’ll smirk and say things like, “What’s the matter, princess? Can’t handle waiting?” even though she fully intends to give you exactly what you want.

✞⛧ She absolutely hates being vulnerable, so don’t expect her to apologize outright during arguments. Instead, she’ll silently sulk for hours before eventually throwing you over her shoulder and carrying you to bed to “make it up to you” in her own way.

✞⛧ Sevika is fiercely loyal, but she doesn’t trust easily. If you ever lie to her or betray her trust, it’ll take a long time to earn it back—if ever.

✞⛧ Despite her hardened exterior, Sevika has a soft spot for you that she tries to hide. She’ll grumble when you insist on patching her up after a fight but secretly loves the attention and care.

✞⛧ She refuses to let you anywhere near Shimmer. “That shit ruins lives,” she growls. “You’re not touching it, not while I’m around.”

✞⛧ Sevika is terrible at expressing her love in words, but in the quiet hours of the night, when she thinks you’re asleep, she’ll hold you close and murmur her feelings against your skin.

✞⛧ She’s surprisingly domestic in small, subtle ways. She’ll fix things around the house, make sure you’re eating enough, and even cook for you occasionally—though her meals are usually simple and practical.

✞⛧ Sevika secretly loves when you take care of her, whether it’s cleaning her wounds, making her coffee in the morning, or just curling up next to her after a long day.

✞⛧ She’s a heavy smoker and drinker, and while she won’t quit for anyone, she does make an effort to tone it down around you.

✞⛧ Despite her gruff demeanor, Sevika is incredibly romantic in her own way. She’ll pull you into her lap during a slow song at the bar, her prosthetic arm resting protectively around your waist as she murmurs, “Dance with me.”

✞⛧ She has a sarcastic sense of humor and loves teasing you, but if anyone else tries to do the same, she’ll shut them down immediately. “You don’t talk to her like that,” she growls, her tone leaving no room for argument.

✞⛧ Sevika is highly protective of you, but she’s also fiercely proud. She loves showing you off, whether it’s at the bar or during a big event in Zaun.

✞⛧ She’s not one for cuddling, but on rare occasions when she’s particularly tired or vulnerable, she’ll pull you into her arms and refuse to let go. Her warm hand will trace lazy patterns on your back as she mumbles, “Don’t get used to this.”

✞⛧ Sevika loves seeing you wear her clothes, especially her poncho. She won’t say anything, but the way her eyes linger on you speaks volumes.

✞⛧ If you ever get hurt, Sevika is absolutely ruthless in tracking down whoever’s responsible. She doesn’t stop until she’s made sure they’ll never hurt you—or anyone else—again.

✞⛧ She’s incredibly tactile, always finding small ways to touch you—whether it’s a hand on your back, an arm around your shoulders, or pulling you into her lap.

✞⛧ Despite her tough exterior, Sevika is secretly terrified of losing you. She’ll never admit it, but the thought of you getting caught up in her dangerous world keeps her up at night.

✞⛧ Sevika’s love is fierce, protective, and all-encompassing. She’ll fight for you, protect you, and hold you close in the quiet moments—but don’t expect her to say those three little words. She’d rather let her actions do the talking.

Nsfw:

✞⛧ Sevika’s drawer is stocked with an intimidating array of gear, including a selection of strap-ons in various sizes and textures. She prefers larger, more challenging toys because she loves the visual of you trying to adjust to her.

✞⛧ Her favorite toy is a heavy strap with ridges and a powerful vibrating attachment. She loves pinning you down, watching your reaction as she slowly drags it along your body before pressing it into you.

✞⛧ Her metal arm adds a unique dynamic to your intimate life. She knows exactly how to use it—trailing the cool metal along your skin to tease you or using it to hold you down effortlessly.

✞⛧ Sevika loves pushing boundaries but is always careful not to cross them. If there’s something you’re hesitant to try, she’ll push you just enough to test your limits, all while keeping a close eye on your reactions.

✞⛧ She’s not above using her strength to remind you who’s in charge. Pinning you against a wall, throwing you over her shoulder, or holding your wrists above your head are just a few ways she asserts her dominance.

✞⛧Her kinks include: Power play. She thrives on control and loves seeing you submit to her fully. Orgasm denial. There’s nothing Sevika enjoys more than keeping you on edge, whispering in your ear, “Not yet, baby. Be a good girl for me.” Impact play. She loves the sound of her hand meeting your skin, especially if it leaves a mark. Praise kink (on her terms). Though rare, she’ll occasionally reward you with phrases like, “That’s my good girl,” if you’ve been especially obedient. Possessiveness. Sevika gets off on reminding you that you’re hers and hers alone.

✞⛧ She’s mean but in a way that makes you crave her attention. Her teasing is relentless, and she loves making you beg for her touch. “Is this what you wanted? Then maybe you should’ve asked nicely instead of acting like a brat.”

✞⛧ However, she never demeans you in a way that feels personal or cruel. Her meanness is purely for the sake of the dynamic, and she’s quick to drop it if you show any sign of discomfort.

✞⛧ Oral is one of her favorite ways to please you. Sevika takes her time, drawing things out with deliberate, slow movements. She revels in the power she holds when she’s between your legs, watching you lose control.

✞⛧ She’s skilled with her tongue, knowing exactly how to bring you to the edge again and again. Sevika takes pride in leaving you breathless, smugly wiping her mouth on the back of her hand when she’s done.

✞⛧ Aftercare is subtle but present. Sevika isn’t the type to cuddle and coo over you, but she’ll clean you up, get you water, and ensure you’re comfortable. If you ask her to stay close, she’ll grumble but won’t hesitate to pull you into her arms.

✞⛧ Sevika loves marking you—whether it’s with hickeys, bite marks, or the faint imprint of her hand on your skin. She wants everyone to know you’re hers.

✞⛧ She’s rough, unapologetically so. Her touch is firm and demanding, leaving you breathless and overwhelmed. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Don’t act so surprised now.”

✞⛧ Control is everything to her. She decides when, where, and how things happen, and you can’t help but love the way she takes charge.

✞⛧ Eye contact is a big deal for her. She loves locking eyes with you while she’s on top, her smirk widening as she sees you losing control.

✞⛧ Sevika’s stamina is unmatched. She’ll keep going long after you’re spent, teasing you for how easily you give up while pushing you to your limits.

✞⛧ She enjoys introducing new things into the bedroom but is always respectful of your boundaries. If you’re hesitant, she’ll say, “Trust me,” in that low, husky voice that always makes you melt.

✞⛧ Public teasing is her favorite game. Sevika loves whispering filthy things in your ear when you’re out together, watching you squirm while she keeps a perfectly composed expression.

✞⛧ She’s a firm believer in rewarding good behavior. If you’ve been especially obedient, she’ll take her time, lavishing you with attention and making sure you’re completely satisfied.

✞⛧ On the flip side, disobedience is met with strict discipline. “You think you can get away with that? Guess I’ll have to remind you who’s in charge.”

✞⛧ Her hands are a weapon. Sevika knows exactly how to use them, whether it’s wrapping them around your throat, gripping your hips, or pinning you down with just one hand.

✞⛧ While she’s not particularly vocal during intimacy, her low, husky grunts and growls are enough to drive you wild.

✞⛧ Despite her tough exterior, Sevika has a soft side that occasionally comes through during intimacy. She’ll kiss you deeply, her hands roaming your body with a surprising tenderness.

✞⛧ Sevika thrives on your reactions. Whether it’s the way you gasp, moan, or arch into her touch, she feeds off your responses and adjusts her actions accordingly.

✞⛧ She’s not overly romantic, but her love shows in the little things. The way she looks at you, the way she holds you afterward, and the way she ensures you’re always satisfied are proof of how much she cares.

✞⛧ Sevika doesn’t believe in half-measures. When she’s with you, she’s all in—dominant, commanding, and utterly devoted to making sure you never forget who you belong to.

[mariaace]

What's this? Affection...Do it again.

A/n: So like our precious bllk men. Talked with my bsf about these idiot and ugh got to writing.

Summery: how they react to affection. Do they return it?(gn!reader)

Pairings: Isagi, Rin, Reo, Bachira, Chigiri, Sae

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Isagi Yoichi

Isagi loves your affection. He adores it!! Would never stop you or push you away. He most likely like hugging you, because that's when you are the closest to him. His hand is usually around your shoulder or waist, especially if you are around his friends from blue lock. He loves running to you after a match, when you are in the front line of the audience, watching him. People around you are screaming. Like y'all are kissing in every photo of his matches. Forehead kisses are his to go for when you are in public. He loves when you run your hand through his hair whether that be in public or private. In general, he would return your affection right away, and he loves it.

Rin Itoshi

Rin likes your affection, but he doesn't show it. Okay, he may return it, but way more silently than you. He would brush his knee against yours when you are sitting, walk you from the paparazzi by putting his hand on your back, give you his water bottle to drink. He, most of the time, acts annoyed when you show too much affection, or when you ask to kiss him in public he'll say no, hoping you would ask again. In public tho, he would react a lot. Especially with the paparazzi around you. Overall, you are definitely the more affectionate one and he acts annoyed on it, but don't worry, he appreciates it a lot <33

Reo Mikage

Reo falls in love with you again everytime you show his affection to him in public. He is also most likely more affectionate than you, doesn't matter if in public or private. He'll jump on you the moment he sees you. He really loves your affection tho, especially if you aren't the one to show it a lot. Here, you'll have to be the one to return his. Nagi is telling you that you are gross, while you are wrapped around Reo. To the paparazzi? Oh ho. He's showing off, he is not hiding. Of course, if you feel uncomfortable with that, tell him. The last thing he wants is for you to be uncomfortable.

Bachira Meguru

Bachira... We'll he's Bachira. If he doesn't return your affection, there is not a person who would. Keeping that in mind, you two don't leave each others sides. Like two puppies in love (it kind of is). He will shower you with affection three times bigger than yours, but it was your fault for kissing him on the face. He isn't trying to purposely show you off in public, but he does in unintentionally! Or he is just all over you and people already know. If you don't return his affection, he will think you're mad at him :( please tell him that's not true

Chigiri Hyoma

Now this pretty princess, looooooves the attention you're giving him, like genuinely loves it. ESPECIALLY if you two are in public, because he can show how much his partner loves him!! Would he return the affection? Yes... eventually. Don't get me wrong okay? He will return it, but probably behind closet doors (yes i believe Chigiri can sometimes be not much of a PDA person) or he'll show it in his own way that is unfamiliar to others, but not to you, so only you could now. Still, he loves having you close all the time no matter what. In front of paparazzi? Quick! Pose! You gotta steal the light!

Sae Itoshi

Oh this bitch, where so i start with him. Does he like your affection? Hmmmm he tolerates it... I'm kidding, yes he likes it, he wouldn't be dating you otherwise. He just would never admit it even if it cost his life, but you know he does. But he isn't returning it in public at all. Like no freaking chance, especially if they are paparazzi. He gotta keep the reputation you know? In closed doors tho? If he's exhausted, clingy or you just ask him enough, yes he would. But you gotta be more pushy. (More passion, more energy)

© mariaace 2024 pls do not copy, translate, steal or claim any of my works!

@dazailoveschuuya

[drdemonprince]

ENM/Poly circles explicitly discourage real talk around jealousy, and practical considerations around nonmonog in ways that routinely exclude and excise POC and disabled people.

ENM/Poly expects everyone involved to act as though “love” is the reason for every relationship choice. Cliche #1: love isn’t finite. Which… sure. Maybe love isn’t finite, but attention and time sure are— and those are at a premium.

Cliche #2: Love is all you need/love is what makes a family. I am familiar with criticism of this from a family abolition, anticapitalist standpoint, but I have seen this be uncritically repeated by ENM/Poly people. It’s not true that love is what makes a relationship work or not work. It’s also about dumb shit, like geographical proximity and practicality. Good luck being ENM if you can’t regularly host because you have roommates or live at home. Good luck being the gold standard of ENM (out to everyone, including family and maybe even the workplace!) if you are any kind of marginalized. Love is simply not enough. There’s real world shit to consider.

Most ENM/Poly people are white gen x’ers and older millenials for a reason. It’s a framework that works awesome if you have abundant spare space, disposable income to blow, and free time. Plus most ENM/Poly people are heavily in therapy, and just have a fuckton of time to deal with their various baggages… or at least like to posture as though they are doing those things.

Non monog can be liberatory— disabled polycules caring for one another. QPRs! Multiparent households! But ENM/Poly is very lodged in a liberal, hyper-independent Super Good Boundaries Thank You Very Much world of its own, and so most of the “resources” like More Than 2 or Polysecure have hella flaws in that respect.

COME OFF ANON SO I CAN FOLLOW YOU! Because you just said a whole word.

I find "ethical nonmonogamy" and polyamory circles to be viscerally unpleasant and alienating to be in as a crazy, chaotic antipsych person who does not always make choices for carefully therapized, restrained reasons -- and who doesn't believe that most other people do either, no matter how much they claim to.

I don't fuck multiple people to serve some higher purpose; I do it because I'm horny, impulsive, and have a variety of niche fetishes that are really difficult to satisfy.

I didn't choose to be openly nonmonogamous because I nurtured my soul and found that it was abundant with love that I just had to give -- all my relationships already were nonmonogamous at one point or another, either because I cheated or the other person did or both, and I eventually decided to move with my feelings rather than against them, and to stop denying all that is inside me -- all of the hunger and darkness as well as the light.

And I can't say that my nonmonogamy is inherently "ethical" either -- just like my monogamy sure wasn't! I'm a human being, and a crazy one at that, I get jealous, I have emotional blowups, I lash out and fuck other people to make myself feel better or to affirm that I am desired, I make big demands of the people I date, I fail to show up for people consistently, I get hurt, and I hurt others, and I will continually have more to learn. I will also continually have wild animal emotions and triggers, and I won't always deal with them in the way my partner(s) might want me to. I try to avoid hurting other people needlessly, of course, but sometimes your own needs are incompatible with another person's, and hurt is inevitable.

When there is only so much time and attention available in our lives, it's true that somebody's often going to come up short. And ultimately the person that I choose above all others is me. And so, no, I can't say I'm always doing nonmonogamy in some caring yet dispassionate way, or that love is the solution to all problems -- I am driven by passion and need, and sometimes being alive in those ways means getting hurt, or hurting in turn.

I would echo essentially all that you've said. We need time and resources and spaces to enjoy privacy with other people, and if you're not some rich work-from-homer, that shit's all in short supply. I hate the sheen of calm positivity that "ENM" and polyamory folks tend to place on everything -- as if no choices they make are fueled ever by bitterness, dislike, resentment, or hell, fucking white hot irrational DESIRE. With how fair and measured so many of them make their polyamory sound, I don't even see what's fun about any of it.

Sometimes you want to upend your whole life because you're so down bad for a person. Sometimes you hate the shit out of your partner's partners and you say and do little manipulative shitty things to convey those feelings, or to try and blow the relationship up. Sometimes the hours just don't add up and somebody gets shafted. Sometimes you make a promise and then you can't follow through, or just don't WANT to anymore because you have changed.

These are real human realities whether we like it or not, and I find it terribly unrealistic AND unsexy to refuse to acknowledge all the darkness and frustration that comes out in any relationship. I think a lot of the ENM/poly crowd that is white and middle class and heavily therapized is so averse to naming anything edgy or prickly in themselves that they make their spaces actively hostile to anybody who openly expresses negative feelings. That means Black & brown people get tone-policed a ton, "mad" people like me get no-true-scotsmanned out of "ethical" nonmonogamy for ever doing anything messily, and all the romance and sexiness of relationships gets sanded down into a Canva-graphic beige blandness of weekly polycule meetings and processing sessions.

In this world of self-optimization, even fucking and loving other people has to be cast as therapuetic -- our desires must justify themselves by somehow making us better, more capable, more controlled people, But fuck that. Sometimes sex or love is worth exploding your whole life over. The ENM/poly crowd says their way of loving makes them more even-keeled but it seems like a kind of death to me.

[jonathansthickthighs]

My Sweetest Heart 5: Yandere! Fushiguro Toji 𝐱 Reader (Toji’s POV)

Description: You had a one night stand with Toji and now he won’t leave you alone.

Warnings: yandere, obsessive behavior, female reader, toxic behavior, DARK CONTENT, GORE (slight), murder, jealousy, possessive behavior, stalking, desperate toji, slight smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up), mentions of baby trapping, breeding kink?, daddy kink, masturbation, alternative universe (no curses), age gap (reader is in her early 20’s, toji is in his mid 30’s)

A/N: Greetings, reader. I wanna thank you for all the love you showed this mini series, I really really appreciate it <3. Without further ado, here is the final chapter! It’s a little different as it is written completely in Toji’s POV and it’s also slightly darker that the previous ones, so read at your own risk! Hope you enjoy :)

Italics = flashbacks

NOT EDITED!

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You’re mine.

The instant my eyes landed on you, I knew that was my destiny— the sole purpose for my existence in this floating sphere we call Earth. From that fateful night onward, I became aware. I became aware of what a man truly in love is capable of. All things suddenly made sense, and I felt everything. The gentle breeze caressing my skin was almost like an imitation of your soft hand running through my tough-to-the touch skin. The sun kissing my face with the same passion as your tender lips. Those romance movies and novels I once detested now played endlessly in my mind, imagining it was us, living our own life as a happy couple.

You make me vulnerable.

Vulnerability used to be such a foreign feeling to me, not even experiencing it as a child. It makes me feel weak— you make me weak. But I’ve learned to accept this newfound fragility because I love you. This vulnerability, it’s truly a disconcerting sensation, like exposing an unarmored heart to the world— to you. You’re my world. You’ve taught me more about life than I could have ever imagine, something I wouldn’t expect from someone so young. At your age, I was nothing more than an ignorant boy who didn’t understand or cared about anything. Yet, in your presence, I’ve come to see vulnerability as a strength. Loving you has taught me that this feeling is not about weakness, but about trust and intimacy. Allowing you to see the depths of my soul and getting the same in return from you has made me find solace in those moments. I now embrace the beautiful feeling of vulnerability because thanks to you, it makes me feel like the strongest man alive.

I know I have one or two… loose screws.

I can be an incredibly jealous and territorial man when it comes to you. Insecurity floods my mind at any minimum interaction you have with a man, in particular men your age. No matter how much you reassured me on your desire to only be with me and my age not being an issue to you, there was always a little voice in my head that made me erupt. I know you had lost count of how many times I had caused a scene in public, getting all up in the other man’s face with threats of violence. You’d barely manage to drag me with out of the place, apologizing profusely as you begged the owners to not call the police on your problematic boyfriend. Remember those times? I’m deeply sorry, sweetheart, I’m aware of how much I embarrassed you. It wasn’t my intention, but each occasion I would spot a man eyeing you up, I couldn’t control myself from going ballistic. You are every man’s dream, a vision of beauty too pure for this ugly world. That’s why I can’t let them have you— I’m just trying to protect you.

Even when you didn’t like situations I put you in, I am certain you loved the aftermath. Pistoling my thick cock in your heavenly hole, claiming what’s mine always made my jealousy and insecurities dissipate. Your scream and moans only confirmed how much you enjoyed giving yourself to me. Make up sex with you was so intense and passionate, it almost made me want to start fights with you constantly. Your slick juices coating my cock was evidence of your arousal. You loved make up sex as much as I did. I can’t help myself from remembering how many times you moaned into my ear that me you belonged only to me, making my heart leap in joy. I stay up night after night reminiscing in those precious moments, those are memories I will always hold close to my heart and continue to long for.

“F-fuck me! This pussy is yours, Toji! I belong to you, only you!” Your whines were muffled by my hand placed on the side of your face, pressing your head into the mattress, thrusting my cock into your dripping cunt from behind. The way you moaned my name, telling me you were mine making my cock throb from the overbearing arousal. You could never fully grasp how you make me feel because it transcends anything this world could offer. It’s something beyond words, beyond earthly experiences, as if it belongs to a place untouched by time and space.

“You better not be lying to me, sweetheart. No other man can have you like this, this pretty little hole was made for my cock only!” Delivering a harsh slap to your ass, I could feel myself getting riled up at the imagine of another man seeing you in this position. It wasn’t your fault men wouldn’t stop throwing themselves at you, but I just wish you weren’t so fucking nice about it. Your kindness only encourages them and it makes me sick. It makes me feel like you like the attention and I’m not here for it. All your attention should be on me!

I continued spanking your now sore globes, hearing you let out whimpers, not able to identify if they’re from pain, pleasure or a mixture of both. I was so angry at you I couldn’t bring myself to care. I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me. “Toji, I’m not lying. I’m only yours. P-please!” You sobbed and I felt my heart drop when I saw actual tears falling from your eyes. This is were I draw the line, if there was something I couldn’t stand was seeing you cry. Forcing myself to stop, I removed my hand from the side of your face to wipe your tears away gently, calling your name.

“No! Don’t stop! It feels s’good, Toji!” My eyes widened briefly, but I couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped my lips. You were crying from pleasure. As much as I hate to see you cry, I can’t keep myself from thinking about how absolutely beautiful you look when you do. The way your skin glows, your eyes sparkle and your lips puff up is like a work of art. An art piece of incalculable value that nobody but me can admire.

“What a fucking slut. You like -hah- being punished don’t you, baby? You like being used by me.” I hissed as I started thrusting into your tight pussy fast and hard, loving the way your ass bounced with each rough stroke I gave you. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, your ass received another firm slap from my hand, making you cry out as your cunt clenched around me. Gods, your pussy is delicious. Nothing felt better than you. Our first night solidified our bond, the connection between us felt so strong I thought it to be impossible for you to not feel the same way.

I could tell by your constant clenching that you were going to release your delectable nectar all over my pulsing cock, which made a wave of relief wash over me as I’d been holding my own release from the moment I felt your slickness engulf me. I absolutely love coming inside you, but it’s a shame you’re on birth control. Those damn pills never cease to piss me off. My intention from the first time we had sex was to impregnate you. It mortifies me to admit that one of the main reasons I came inside you so many times that night was in hopes of baby trapping you so I’d be in your life one way or another, but now that you’re my woman I truly desire to become a father for reasons beyond tying you to me for life. I want to have a family with you.

“Are you gonna let me put a baby in you, huh, sweetheart?” I dare to ask you as I move my hand down to play with your swollen clit because I know how much you love it when I do.

“Yes, daddy! Please, fill me up.” I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling back from the pleasure, you’re just so good to me. I knew your answer wouldn’t be as positive if my dick wasn’t inside you, but I enjoy the way you feed into my delusions when I’m fucking you, knowing you’d say yes to anything I ask as long as I’m rearranging your insides. Your little plea was all it took for me to paint your insides white, releasing rope after rope of semen hoping that this time you’d be part of that 0.1% of the cases where birth control fails. I felt you coming around me, milking me of all I had, squeezing me so tightly I felt as if I might be trapped inside you forever.

“I love you so much, Toji.”

You broke up with me.

The way you told me you loved me replayed in my mind every hour of every day since that moment. For the first time in my life, I cried. I cried in front of you, raw and vulnerable, and I begged you not to leave me. Despite my tears and pleas, you still walked away, leaving me with a hole in my chest. It’s a cold world, but I’d be lying if I said didn’t drive you to this point.

You found out. About everything.

You hadn’t heard from your friends in months and you weren’t aware of their reasoning for ignoring you so cruelly. You noticed they had blocked you, noticing your messages weren’t going through, the same as your calls. I knew you were thinking to yourself if ditching them a few times good enough reason for them to kick you out of their lives like you meant nothing to them. Years of friendship and memories down the drain because something as insignificant as this. It made you ponder if only you had managed your time more wisely maybe you would’ve still had their friendship.

I listened to you vent about it, trying to understand what you did to deserve this treatment. I was your shoulder to cry on. I had been nothing more than supportive towards you. In a matter of a few months I became your unconditional companion, the greatest reason for your happiness. I could tell you were developing an emotional dependence on me and I knew it startled you, but I liked it. Having you depend on me gave you another reason to not leave me and I would rely on that for as long as I could.

In spite of your growing dependency on me, you felt our love was too good to be true and that’s when you started digging.

You ran into one of your former best friends at the store and despite her efforts to avoid you, your feet strode towards her with unyielding determination and you confronted her. You could tell she was nervous. She had all the reasons to be. After our phone call, I decided that wasn’t enough to keep her away, so I had one of my… “coworkers” pay her a little visit, but only to give her a scare. Nothing serious, only a threat to end her life if she did as much as look in your direction. She’s a bad influence to you, doll, and you know it. Always going out clubbing, encouraging you to talk to men and to let them put their dirty hands on you. Always telling you that there’s nothing wrong with wearing revealing clothes in public like you’re some common whore. You know I don’t like it when you show off what’s supposed to be preserved for my eyes only. I can’t allow that type of friendship. Don’t you understand that’s how relationships get ruined? I’m just trying to protect you.

With hesitation, your best friend spoke to you, her fists gripping the handle of the shopping cart tightly. Her face twisted with pain as she began to speak, her words seemingly causing her physical discomfort. She told you everything, and you stood there, a perplexed expression on your face, unable to believe a words she uttered. You yelled at her for even attempting to tarnish my image in such way, and you have no idea how happy that made me. Yet, despite your anger, the hairs in your skin stood on end, a silent signal from your intuition urging you to believe her.

Remember the shaken feeling you got when I grabbed you by the hair the morning after we first made love, sweetheart? That’s exactly how you felt this very moment. But to my benefit, you were in denial. I knew she’d be a problem from the start and after all my efforts, she keeps getting in the way of our love. That stupid bitch. She went as far as telling you, through tears, that she feared for your life. As if I would do anything to hurt you. She even suggested fleeing from Japan with her. The mere thought filled me with simmering rage. I would never allow such a thing, and you were ever to disappear from my life because of her fault, I would search every corner of the globe, every hidden crevice, until I found you.

You stormed out of the store feeling agitated, trying to control your breath. I could tell you wanted nothing more than to stomp into my place to yell and scream at me, but to my surprise, you were calm when you arrived. You were so serene it was almost frightening.

That night you let me have my way with you, but it was different. The usual sparkle in your eye had vanished, replaced by a lifeless, hollow stare— I could barely get a moan out of you.

“Sweetheart, you seem out of it tonight. Is everything all right?”

I inquired, stopping my thrusts, concerned about your lack of emotion. I had always been able to read you, but this time I couldn’t decipher your thoughts. The only thing that I could think of was that you believed your best friend’s words, but what were you thinking about doing about it? Your confrontational nature had fooled me into thinking you’d touch the topic with me right away, but the way you were so inside your thoughts made anxiety bubble up inside me.

“I’m fine, Toji. I’m just tired. Let’s keep going.” You answered offering me a smile, but the smile didn’t reach your eyes like it usually did.

I can’t explain why I kept going, but I did. You started moaning, but to me—someone who has made you moan like a bitch in heat innumerable times— it was obvious they were fake moans. I could feel my body trembling from a mixture of pleasure and apprehension and I came inside you the same way I did every night. You didn’t orgasm that night. All you did was wait for me to roll off you as I held you with my face buried in your neck. I held you like it’d be our last night together. As soon as I moved away from you warm body, you rushed to the bathroom to take a shower as if you were disgusted about giving yourself to me.

“I love you, sweetheart.” I hesitantly said as I got up to walk after you, but the only answer I got was a door slammed in my face.

That night, I should have held you longer.

Hours turned into days, days turned into a week without a single word from you. My phone became a repository of unanswered texts and calls, each one a silent plea for your return. I wandered past your house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, but it stood empty. Your absence was haunting me. No physical or mental torture I had endured compared to the pain I felt. Thoughts invaded my mind, did you actually go along with your friends’ plan and fled the country? Noticing all of your important belongings were still at your place, that couldn’t be a possibility.

I sighed deeply as I lay on your bed, the familiar scent of your shampoo enveloping me as the aroma clung to your pillows. I let my eyelids fall shut reminiscing in all the nights we spent together on this very bed, in particular our first. I couldn’t stop my cock from hardening at the combination of your scent and the memories. My eyes landed on your laundry basket, a black thong catching my attention. I recall the time you wore it for me, you looked absolutely immaculate in this little piece. I rose from the bed making my way towards it, gripping it tightly in my fist as I brought it up to my nose. My cock twitched as the ghost of your scent still lingered on it. This brought back old memories of the times I broke into your apartment before you even knew of my existence. All the countless times I sprawled myself on your bed, messing up your bedsheets as I masturbated to your scent. All those times I would orgasm merely from the feeling of your silky sheets on my bare cock as I would grind my hips against them.

I fell back on your bed as I continued to inhale what was left of your scent, feeling the tent in my sweatpants grow larger. Biting my lip, I pulled the waistband down, feeling relief as my erection sprung free from its retrains. I let out a shaky breath as I gripped the base of my cock. I missed you so much, going a week without seeing you, hearing your voice— a week without your touch, had been excruciating.

I stroked my cock slowly, trying to mimic the way you would tease me. “P-please, sweetheart. I n-need you.” I beseeched into the air, hoping that would make you somehow grace me with your presence. I proceeded to pump myself faster, using the precum that was accumulating on my swollen tip as lubricant, making my cock slick and shiny— only a mere imitation of how your juices coated it.

Running my tongue over the spot where your scent lingered, I squeezed the base of my cock to prevent myself from coming already. “I need to taste you, baby. Please, please, please.” I felt pathetic having to recur to these methods again, but the desperation you caused in me was mind-boggling. The stimulation was too much for me, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I removed your underwear from my face before I started stroking my cock with them, feeling it pulse, knowing those panties that were now touching my member, were once so close to your pretty cunt.

“Please, come back to me.” Wincing, I felt my cock throb painfully, my tone laced with exasperation. Salty tears welled my weary orbs, each drop a testament to the growing ache of your absence. The pain of not having you with me becoming unbearable with every passing moment. I can no longer endure not having you. It was in this moment that I saw clarity, I deemed taking drastic measures necessary if I wanted to hold you in my arms once more.

“F-fuck, baby. I’m gonna come! You gon’ take daddy’s cum?” I whimpered, feeling like my cock was about to burst from excitement. My movements were lacking coordination at this point and I rutted into my hand as my cum started tainting your panties, shivering as my toes curled at the delightful sensation something as simple as your underwear brought to me. Clinging to your sheets, I breathe as I attempt to control my breath, feeling my remaining tears subside.

As I continued to lay there I started getting flashbacks from our last day together. The day our relationship ended.

“We need to talk.” Your voice echoed through the room the moment you stepped into my place, and my heart leaped, its rhythm quickened with the weight of impending confrontation. You were finally ready to address what had happened at the store with your best friend. I had been dreading this moment, enduring all these agonizing days of anxiety. It was clear you had reached the end of your patience, unwilling to bear the mental turmoil any longer.

I cleared my throat, striving to make my voice sound firm as I feigning ignorance. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” I asked, summoning the courage to meet your face. My heart burned at the sight of your distressed expression on your face. I was so accustomed to seeing you always smiling so prettily at me that the contrast was a reminder of how big of a mistake I made. Perhaps I should’ve found a more subtle way to drive you away from your friends without causing this heartache.

You glared at me as you took a seat at the dining table, and I swallowed hard, sitting across from you. “Never did it ever cross my mind that I would have a conversation like this with you Toji.” You began, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you laced your fingers together in front of you. The disappointment and anger in your tone cut deep, but remained quiet as I allowed you to continue.

“You saw me cry and complain day after day about my friends and you knew. You knew the reason they stayed away from me, yet you still let me suffer.” You let out, your voice trembling with emotion.

“Sweetheart—“

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me. You’re not allowed to utter another word until I am done talking!” You demanded, raising your voice. My eyes widened in astonishment, for you had never spoken to me in that tone before. The look of betrayal on your face was unmistakable, and I knew it was all my fault.

“She told me everything you said to her that day on the phone, Toji. And you sent someone to threaten her too?! Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You exclaimed, disbelief etched across your face. I couldn’t meet your gaze, my eyes falling to the floor. I couldn’t bear to see the hurt on your usually bright expression. “Gosh, you can’t even look at me. I didn’t want to believe it, but the way you look right now is proof enough for me.” You laughed bitterly, shaking your head.

“And if that wasn’t enough, you already knew that I knew!” My mouth was agape. As those words left your lips, my heart plummeted to my stomach, and I was sure I looked like a deer caught in headlights.

What?

No, no, no.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that, sweetheart. You though you were so slick, didn’t you?” You spat, running a hand through your hair in frustration before continuing. “I saw you, Toji! You were following me and I know you heard our conversation. You knew I was aware of what you had done and fucked me right after I got home from the store like nothing even happened!” By now, you were full on sobbing and I felt a foreign tightness on my throat, as if it was closing up, making it hard to breathe.

It literally felt like a knot in my throat.

Wait, why does my face feel wet?

My eyes felt like they were burning. Salty tears were cascading down my cheeks as my chest tightened, each breath shallow and uneven. I could feel my face contorting with a mix of surprise and agony, muscles twitching involuntarily. After failed attempts to stifle the sob that rose from the deep within, it escaped. I felt a hollow ache in my throat and all I could see was a blurry image of you.

For the first time in my life I was crying.

“Really? You’re crying? This isn’t the first time you’ve followed me has it, Toji?” You inquired, a painful expression painted in your tear stained face. I couldn't keep lying to you any longer and I would most likely regret admitting to this, but I did. All I could manage to do was shake my head, making you burry your face in your hands as more sobs were released from deep within your chest.

“Fuck! How many times? How long?” You questioned, rising to your feet, slamming your hand against the table. I shook my head, refusing to answer as I bit my lips to prevent more cries to leave my lips. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I could only pray this was all a nightmare and that I would wake up from this torment in the morning with you cuddled up in my arms.

“Answer me! How. Long.”

I gulped hard, before mustering up the courage to say, “A while.”

You ran a hand over your face, before taking a deep breath. “W-what does that mean? How long exactly is “a while”?”

“A c-couple of months before we met—“

“Before we met?!” You jaw slacked, and you regarded me as though I hailed from another realm entirely. This entire ordeal forces me to entertain the notion that abducting you might have been a more merciful path to our togetherness. Initially challenging, yes, but eventually, Stockholm Syndrome would set in, and you would come to love me… wouldn’t you?

“Y-you’re t-telling me that night we met at the b-bar, wasn’t the our f-first time meeting?” You stuttered, nerves overtaking your body. Why did you look so scared of me? Hadn’t you realized by now I would never do anything to harm you? At least not intentionally.

All I did was shake my head before I standing from my seat, striding toward you. Your tear-filled eyes widened with fear as my towering figure loomed over you. You instinctively stepped back bumping into the kitchen counter, clutching the edges of it so tightly your knuckles paled.

“Sweetheart, there’s no need to be afraid of me.” I started gently, cupping your face in my large hand, eliciting a whimper from you. “Everything I’ve done, I’ve done out of love.” And it was true. I knew I’d do anything to keep you by my side, feeling loved, cared for and protected.

“P-please, stop touching me, Toji.” You pleaded, your voice barely audible.

“Don’t ask me that, sweetheart. You’re breaking my heart.” I responded, my voice heavy with emotion. “At one point of my life, I felt undeserving of your love. I thought such an angelic, beautiful creature would never notice a scum such as myself. But that night at the bar, you approached me! You actually came to me! Oh, baby, I was over the moon.” I confessed, a tearful smile gracing my face as I recalled that pivotal moment.

“I knew from that day on that we were meant to be. My feelings weren’t one-sided, sweetheart. You love me just deeply as I love you.” You regarded me with a look that might have seemed incredulous to others, but I didn’t mind. I would do anything to be grazed upon by those breathtaking eyes wether they held love, hate, fear, or disgust— it didn’t matter, as long as they were fixed on me.

“No. No! Let go of me, you fucking creep!” Your sobs echoed through the room as you pounded on my chest, but I refused to release you, even when my heart ached from your insult. Wrapping my arms around your trembling form tightly, I pulled you closer, my grip firm. With a desperate resolve, I sank to my knees, unwilling to let you slip without a fight. If I had to beg for you to stay I would as much as necessary. Every line in your face contorted with pain, your eyes filled with tears that mirrored my own desperation.

“Please, sweetheart. Don’t leave me.” I pleaded, lifting my gaze to meet your grimacing expression.

Without warning, you swung a bottle of Sake from the countertop, striking me across the head with a resounding crack. Stunned and reeling from the blow, I staggered back, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected violence in your part. You fled, sprinting towards the door in a blur of motion and fear, leaving me behind.

I sighed heavily, sitting up on your bed as I rubbed my tired eyes. The events of that day kept replaying relentlessly in my mind, each replay sharpening the ache of uncertainty. You still didn’t know the truth about my occupation, and that haunted me. If you reacted so vehemently to me stalking you, I shudder to imagine your response if you discovered the full extent of my actions. How would you react to me being an assassin? How would you confront the revelation that I was not only stalking you, but taking lives for you, eliminating obstacles in our path to being together?

For now, there’s no need for you to know that information.

I am going to fix this.

Fix us.

I have to say, sweetheart, you really did a number on me with this one.

Who would’ve thought you’d be my most challenging bounty? Two whole weeks— that’s how long it took me to find you. Never in my life had I spent this long perusing a target, but it’s all right, I enjoyed the chase. I felt adrenaline I hadn’t felt in years, a blend of anticipation and thrill surged through me with each lead I followed. Each time I felt closer to you, my body vibrated in excitement. Even amidst my longing for you, the thought of even spotting you from afar felt invigorating.

Now that I found you there was no way I would allow anyone to separate us. Anyone including you.

You were currently passed out in the motel bed while I stood by the window smoking. The soft glow of your phone illuminated the room as I scrolled through your debit card statements, I noticed you had been hopping from one motel to another. Each entry told a story of desperation and fear, a relentless effort to escape from me. A pang of hurt pierced through me as I realized the extent of your actions. You were really spending all of your savings to get away from me? I had believe, perhaps naively, that you harbored genuine feelings for me. Yet, here was the undeniable proof of your running, of your desire to sever our bond.

It seems I was wrong. Love wasn’t something you felt for me, at least not yet. If you didn’t surrender your heart to me willingly, then I would have to take matters into my own hands.

Next to you, on the nightstand, I had bestowed a wonderful gift for you.

Your best friends’ severed little head.

In my desperation, I had gone to her apartment, to try to get information about you out of her. Yet that bitch kept refusing and refusing to cooperate. Each denial chipped away at my patience until there was none left. When it became clear that persuasion was futile, she left me no choice but to break into her apartment to get the information myself. Seething at the lengths I had to go to because of her obstinance, I rummaged through her belongings and electronic until I found a train booking to a town around two hours away when I looked through her laptop. It was definitely for you as it had been forwarded to your email. Dumb bitch.

That woman had an uncanny talent to get under my skin, so I got under hers. Literally.

Doll, if I told you I enjoyed making your friend scream in terror, it would be an understatement. I’m a man of my word. She knew what would go down if she ever came in contact with you again. I’m merely fulfilling my promise. I do have to admit that cleaning up the mess was a pain in the ass, but I withstood it— for you. I’m not even sorry for what you’re about to witness, it was time for you to see the real me. I tried to be better for you, sweetheart, I really did, but if m being honest, you bring out the worst in me. And I love it.

I wasn’t born to be good and you weren’t born to change that. Our fates were intertwined in a dance of contrast, but expecting you to turn me towards light was a fool’s errand. I am who I am and no one— no matter how pure— could change that. I can only wish for your acceptance and comprehension. No matter what you chose to feel for me, I would keep you by my side and show you the same love I always have. Because you’re the only thing I love in this wretched world.

I heard you begin to stir awake, small whimpers leaving your lips as the effects of the drug I had administered you started to fade away. A smirk crept across my face, flicking the remains of my cigarette out the window before striding to were you lay. You squeezed your eyes before slowly opening them, and I couldn’t stop my heart from surging with joy as our eyes met for the first time in weeks. Gods, I missed you.

Your eyes widened when they met mine, and you instinctively crawled back towards the headboard of the bed.

“Mornin’, sleepy head. Slept well?” I questioned as I watched you trying to writhe yourself out of the bed, bumping into the night stand making your friends’ head flop to the ground. Your eyes widened impossibly further and you let out a high pitched scream, covering your mouth with both your hands. “Sweetheart, you need to be more careful. I got this gift just for you and now it’s on the floor.” I tskd before lifting the head up by the hair, dangling it in front of you.

Harsh sobs started escaping your lips as you realized who it was.

“Why are you crying, doll? Don’t you like it?” I asked, feigning disappointment. You shut your eyes and I could tell you were praying this was all a nightmare, but I’m not a nightmare. I’m real and I’m here to stay with you. “Come one, settle down now, baby. You wouldn’t want anyone else to end up like her, do you?” You immediately shook your head. “Yeah that’s what’s I thought.” I said through a chuckle, before setting down the head on the nightstand once again. I sat down on the edge of the bed, itching closer to your trembling form. My hands reached out, cupping your tear stained cheeks. Your skin felt cold and damp beneath my touch.

“W-why a-are you d-doing this, Toji?” You stammered, your voice trembling with horror. You hugged your knees to your chest, trying to create some semblance of a barrier between us, your eyes wide and pleading for an explanation.

“Sweetheart, everything I’ve done for you is because I love you.” I explained softly, my voice laced with the usual tenderness I always addressed you with. “In order to protect our love I’ve been forced to turnt to these measures. It’s the only way to keep us together, to ensure that nothing and no one can come between us!” You were shaking your head in disbelief and I could tell you were starting to feel nauseous. Guilt started washing over me as I realized what I had just made you go through, so I offered you a sincere smile before saying, “I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll get rid of it and she’ll be out of our sight forever.”

I planted a gentle kiss on your cheek, savoring the moment as I inhaled your intoxicating scent as I lingered there. I had never forgotten how addicting it was. A fragrance I had never forgotten, one that was engraved into my memory and haunted my dreams when you weren’t there. Every thing about you was intoxicating and if you were going to be the death of me, I would gladly allow you to kill me. If loving you meant risking everything, even my own demise, then I embraced that fate with no hesitation.

You are my addiction, my sweetest vice, my sweetest heart, and I willingly surrender to your enchantment. For in your arms, I found a love worth any sacrifice.

I grabbed you by the hair just like I did on our first night together, but this time with a firm grip. “Now, Reader, I’m gonna need you to make a decision.”

Are you going to choose to love me or am I gonna have to force you?

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Azriel - NSFW alphabet

A/N: Welcome to the 5th part of my 1,3k followers celebration! In my country it’s father’s day, so I thought, why not post Az my favourite daddy ;) This is smut and 18+! nsfw gif!

Previous alphabets: Rhys, Cassian, Lucien, Helion

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's very gentle and soft during aftercare, he is so careful with you, trying not to touch your sore spots too much. He asks you how you are and what you need. <3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

You like his hands the most, the scars make him the Azriel you love and on top of that he's so skilled with them. He doesn't like his hands that much himself :( He also doesn't really have a favorite body part, but you make up for this by occasionally worshipping his whole body.

Azriel loves your breasts!!! He's a boob guy. For him, the size doesn't really matter, he just loves to grab them, play with your nipples, having them against his face when he fucks you,... Even out of the bedroom, Azriel constantly nuzzles his face in between your tits. They're just comfortable and warm.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Azriel tries to cum multiple times in a row without pulling out of you. After he cums in the first round, he waits a moment, but he stays buried inside your pussy so nothing can spill out. Then he fucks you again, coming in your pussy for the second time, making sure you take another load of his cum. He just wants to be sure you're full of him. This male wants to claim you so bad, and what better way is there to do it than to fill you up?

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you two were together he fantasized about you so much. He literally couldn't stop, never satisfied. He kept tugging on his cock every evening, thinking about how it would feel when your lips are wrapped around his length, being a good girl on your knees for him. Azriel wanted you so bad, that he avoided you. Because when he saw you he needed to retreat to his room, to fuck his hand for some release...

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Az is pretty experienced, but he's not that experienced when it comes to the intimate part. With you, it's different than his previous lovers, so he still has to adjust to this whole new situation. The making love part, is a new experience for him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When you are on the bed and he's standing, your hips in his hands while he pounds into you, pulling your hips against him like you're no more than some cock sleeve. He has a perfect view of your body and your tits bouncing in this position. He also strokes your belly and thighs when you're laying there, all sprawled out for him.

Fucking you while you're spooning. I have the perfect gif to show you for this:

He loves to lift your body up from to bed, to then fuck you while he's standing up, your legs wrapped around his hips. His hands are on your ass, to push you're hips against him, fucking you mercilessly while you're practically hanging off his body. You climb this man like a tree.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Az is very serious in general, so he's serious in bed too.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is well groomed, his pubes are really dark (like the rest of him lol).

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Yes, in romantic moments he's intimate and he isn't afraid to make love to you, but like I've said, this is something new for him. Most of the time he's pretty rough with you. But after a few rounds he gets so intimate. He's pretty tired too and Az can get very overwhelmed with the amount of love and passion he's feeling in that moment. When you have those intimate moments, this male licks and kisses you everywhere. Mostly on your neck, earlobe and nipples. He puts so much love and devotion into those kisses.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It was his dirty secret that before you, he did it a lot. Now, he loves to watch you when you touch yourself, he's still fully clothed but lets you masturbate in front of him, his shadows teasing you, sometimes slipping into your hole(s) for a moment. You always beg him to touch you instead, whining softly. When you desperately start tugging on his shirt, pleading and whining, asking him to finally take his clothes off, he gives in.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Shadowplay. They feel so silky and soft on your skin. He uses them on himself too.

He definitely has a daddy kink... "Who's your daddy? Say it." , "You're daddy's good little girl, aren't you? Always so good for me"

Choking

Hair pulling (but more like grabbing your hair and using it for leverage when he fucks you from behind or when you suck him off. He also goes crazy when you grab his hair)

Breeding!!! "Wanna fill you up, wanna put you full of my seed baby, yeah? Are you going to take it like a good girl?"

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Az loves to fuck you on missions, it's exciting and he loves the tension that goes with it. But it's also a great break from all the work stress he's having.

Most of all he prefers his bed, it's personal and you're special to him. Like I've said, this is new to him. I think before you, he wouldn't bring girls to his bedroom that much. So the intimacy of having you in his sheets, rolled up in his scent. He loves it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, he gets horny when he sees how you get along with his brothers. When you are laughing with Cassian or Rhys, his heart swells in his chest (he doesn't like you having a little too much fun with them though or he gets very jealous, but don't worry, he'll show you who you belong to that night). But I just think that Azriel connects his love for you with the passion you two also have in the bedroom. So that's why it turns him on to see you with his brothers. The love and admiration he feels for you turns in some feral desperation. The way you fit into his family... he just wants to fuck you so good as a reward. And... he wants to have you full with his cum, to expand that family.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn't like fireplay or things with temperature, but that speaks for itself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Once he's begun, the male can't stop eating you out. While he does this, he touches you everywhere. He strokes and grabs your whole body, worshipping you. Of course his shadows also help him with this.

When you give him head he's still a giver, he tugs on your hair and he lets his shadows touch you. He's also very rough with you when you give hime head, Azriel loves to throatfuck. The groans and whines he lets out while he's fucking your pretty lips, are so hot. One time you started massaging his balls and he came immediately, you were both surprised and Az was so shy about it omg

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, definetely. When (it doesn't happen a lot) he lets you take control, it's also very rough and fast (you ride that man so hard and he loves it). On special occasions it's slow, because he loves to be sensual too. Kissing you everywhere, gently stroking your hips, breathing softly into your ear, soft moans,... <3

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Azriel really doesn't like quickies, I think. He's used to taking his time with you. It would be weird for him when he only makes you come one time, he would be so confused after a quickie, like: huh? are we done yet? why?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Azriel loves to take risks, public sex is one of his favourites. He can literally hide you, by using his shadows. One time, he's fucked you in an alley next to Rita's, with people around you who couldn't see what you two were doing. It was so thrilling, the way Az was pounding into you, your body pushed between his chest and the brick wall. You both came so fast because of the tension.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Az can go for many rounds, and when he's getting a little tired, he still keeps fucking you. Even though you're already overstimulated. At the end, his whole weight is on top of you, your clammy bodies pressed into each other. He's exhausted but his hips keep moving, because he just doesn't want to stop, he wants to stay buried inside of you :( His thrusts are sloppy and slow. He gets so pussydrunk by the end, his head in the crook of your neck, whispering filthy things into your ear. "You're so good for me, my good girl", "Can't stop fucking this little pussy."

Even after so many rounds, he keeps coming. By then, there's so much of his cum in you already. You help him with that, by softly stroking the sensitive inside of his wings.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns lots of them. Mostly, he uses his shadows as toys, they can function as restraints or as gags. But that doesn't mean he also has that in his closet. The spymaster appreciates some tools to pleasure (or torture ;) ) his lover. He also loves when you use toys on him. He prefers cock rings and masturbation sleeves. Oh god, he goes feral when you use them on him (and he wants you to use a strap-on but he's too scared to bring it up... He's going to ask Cassian for advice though)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be a big tease, he likes to edge you (but he likes overstimulating you more). You also dare to be unfair with him (he's obsessed with you acting like a bratty tease). The most effective way to do that is to touch his wings. You always start with a soft, teasing stroke, your fingers barely touching the silky membrane. He groans deeply when you do that. "Please" he grunts. "What?" you ask innocently. "Touch them properly" he demands with a groan. But you love to keep teasing him a little more with those soft strokes that make him go crazy for you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The sounds he makes are mostly low moans and groans. He also loves to whisper things into your ears when it's more intimate, or when you are fucking for a while already.

He talks a lot (surprisingly) during sex. Gods, he has the dirtiest mouth. Az says things like:

"Lick it baby, right there"

"Oh no, my poor baby, my cum is dripping out of you, let me put it back in"

"Get on your knees for me, right now"

"Scream for me, let everyone know who you belong to."

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves to let his shadows do all the work sometimes. You just lay in each others arms, intimate and close. And the shadows stroke his chest, nipples, tickle his ear, while they play with your breasts and clit. He lets his shadows touch his cock and lets them penetrate all your holes (and his). Then you cum together in eachothers arms. Both breathing and moaning heavily, kissing passionately. Yes, those shadows can be useful.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It's canon that Azriel is long. He has a dick that can reach spots you didn't even know existed. It's always a struggle to take him in the beginning, he knows it too, "first, I gotta prep you a little baby, making sure you're ready for me, yeah?" (he's so hot omg)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a high sex drive, but he also has a lot of self control. But... not when you seduce him and you do things like whisper in his ear, lick or kiss that soft spot on his neck. Or when you softly stroke his hardening length over his pants,...

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He loves to caress you asleep with his shadows around you, making you comfortable and brushing your skin. He also puts his wing around you when you sleep. Only after your eyes fall closed, he falls asleep too.

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Not Enough pt. 4

Your friendship with Alexia continues to blossom, which creates an opportunity for other feelings to get involved.

some angst, some fluff

part 3

As weeks passed you and Alexia got closer and closer, your friendship quickly blossoming as you found out you have a lot more in common than you initially thought. You both started going over to each other places, having dinners and movie nights together. The physical part of your friendship grew too, mainly due to Alexia’s nature, as Spanish people tend to be a lot more affectionate, but it wasn’t necessarily unwelcomed by you. The first interactions between the two of you still weren’t forgotten but the more positive moments were quickly overshadowing the tough beginnings of your friendship. 

You both even started going out together, Alexia making it her mission to show you around Barcelona as she was the one to know all the good places as she claimed. With how much you went out, one would think you’ve been close friends for years. The reality was that both of you had so much to talk about that you often lost track of time, and most of your conversations didn’t even involve football. Both of you unconsciously made it your goal to try not to talk about football as much as possible, wanting to build the friendship on something else than just work, even if it was your passion. 

You quickly realized how much you liked to be around her, and being with her easily became your favorite part of the day. And it was the same for Alexia. She didn’t think she would ever build a genuine friendship with you, she wasn’t even necessarily aiming for it, she mostly just wanted to fix the mess she created between the two of you, but she soon found out how much she enjoyed being with you. 

She even started to give you rides to and from trainings, often stopping for coffee along the way. Despite your arguments, she kept insisting on driving, no matter how many times you said you were perfectly capable of driving yourself. She always nonchalantly waved her hand and said it was just more practical since you lived along the way. 

It was then that you understood that Alexia’s love language was acts of service. There were hints, sure, but you didn’t fully register it until that moment. No matter how big or small the gesture was, it came like a second nature to her. To do something for you. To care for you. Like when she would carry your bag on your way to the car after training. The first time you almost had a wrestling fight when you tried to take it back from her after she picked up the bag while you were tying your shoelaces, but you quickly understood there was absolutely no point in trying to fight her. She decided she would carry your bag, and you had to make your peace with it. 

And just as you got to see her true personality you opened up as well. Falling into comfortable safety around her. So once things settled, she got to see your true personality too. How funny you were and how you liked to constantly tease her, she never thought she would see you like this, so bubbly and carefree and most of all cheeky. Most of the time at trainings you were closed off and quiet, not really interacting with other players beyond what was needed. She never realized you were just shy and unsure of approaching other people, that you preferred to stay on your own because that was your comfort zone, something you knew and were familiar with. 

This was one of the things you discussed together too, how were trainings for you in the past and what it was like at your previous clubs. You never went into details too much, and one thing neither of you ever brought up was your relationship with your dad. It was complicated and exhausting to think about, let alone explain. Alexia knew you had it rough for most of your career, but you never truly opened up about everything that has happened, especially with your dad.

Despite not knowing all of it, Alexia felt so much anger for you, every time she came across an article or a comment that talked badly about you, she had to take a deep breath to calm herself down. It was so fucking unfair. And just as your friendship grew, her need to shield you from all the hate grew as well. 

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It was at the end of training on Friday when it happened. Most of the people had already left and Alexia had a quick meeting with the management that she had just finished, and she was on her way to the locker room. But as she approached the door, she heard voices, and she also heard your name being said. She stopped and listened, wondering who it was and what they were talking about.  

“Honestly I just think it’s weird, it seems like she is sucking up to her to get special treatment or something.” Said the voice exaggeratedly. Alexia recognized the person immediately. It was Jana, and Alexia was flabbergasted. The sweet and kind Jana saying something like this?

“Yeah, Alexia’s gone all soft on her since they started hanging out. She could take 10 shots and miss all of them and Alexia would still give her a hug and tell her how good she did.” Scoffed Bruna and you could clearly hear the disgust in her voice. 

“Exactly! She doesn’t do half the things she should as the rest of us! She gets special treatment everywhere she goes, some of us had to work for what we have, it’s embarrassing and so fucking unfair! No one is going to take the club seriously if we have people like her playing here!” Said Cata next and if Alexia wasn’t completely taken by surprise up until now this definitely did it. 

She considered all three of them to be one of the friendliest people she ever met. Sure, they were pranksters, but they were still kids, at least to her. But they were never mean, they were the type of people that could befriend a tree. To hear them talk like that about someone was a genuine shock for her. 

“Exactly! And she’s not even that good of a player to be honest, I still don’t understand why they decided to sign her, I-“

At this she decided to intervene, not willing to listen to this anymore. 

“Vale, I think that’s enough, don’t you think?” She said coldly as she walked in. Disapproving expression on her face. 

“Ale-“ Tried Jana, but Alexia immediately cut her off. Not giving her a chance to try to come up with any excuses. 

“No, honestly, I’m so disappointed in you right now! I never took you for the type of people that would talk shit like this about their own teammate! She didn’t do anything to you! You don’t even know her! All three of you should be ashamed! This is unacceptable and be glad that I don’t have you benched for this!” 

Alexia was fuming, and rightfully so. She was glad that it was her that walked in on this and not you, not even wanting to imagine what this would’ve done to you. She fixed all three of them with a disappointed scowl and took her bag, not even wanting to change in the same room as them and left, not giving any of them a chance to say anything in their defense.

As she walked out, all three of them looked at each other, sharing the same look of regret. Realizing they might have taken this a step too far. 

Meanwhile Alexia was excessively cursing under her nose the whole way to the car and she took a deep breath as she got inside. She was so glad that on this exact day you couldn’t drive together, since you had a doctor appointment right after training, which meant you had to leave early and Alexia had to stay a bit later, meaning you were spared of this ugly encounter. 

She was outraged, not understanding what their problem was, but suddenly she got hit with a wave of guilt and realization. 

If this is how she felt right now after hearing those stuff, how did you feel when you heard her talking even worse shit about you?

She would probably never not feel guilty about everything that she’s done and said to you when you first came to Barça, but every now and then she would get overwhelmed with this suffocating feeling of guilt. She has been doing everything that she could since then but as the bad atmosphere between you two cleared, her conscience never did.

She took a moment for herself to calm down and started her car, driving back to her apartment. You were meant to come over today, as both of you agreed to watch a movie together and Alexia offered to cook dinner. But right now, she couldn’t even fathom looking into your eyes from shame. She truly felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world, and she wasn’t sure if she would ever not feel that way. 

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You knocked on the door, patiently waiting for Alexia to open, and not long after was Alexia standing in front of you, inviting you inside. 

“Holaaa,” you said happily as you walked in and gave Alexia a quick hug. 

“Hola, cariño,” she said softly as she hugged you back. 

Cariño. That’s another thing. She’s been calling you that ever since the two of you got closer and it made you blush like a little schoolgirl every single time. You often had to remind yourself to keep your reactions in check. Whenever she called you by some pet name or hugged you just a bit tighter you would end up with a red tint to your cheeks and a smile much too big.

“Oh god, it smells so nice in here,” you said with a happy sigh.

“Sí, I made your favorite,” she told you as you followed her into the kitchen, her little comment making you blush slightly again. 

This was another thing about Alexia. Somehow, even despite your very short friendship, she already knew so much about you, your favorite color, your favorite food, your favorite movie, and even your favorite cartoon from when you were a kid. She knew so many little things, and she always unconsciously reminded you of that through her actions. Just like right now and it always left you embarrassingly flustered.

But you knew Alexia just as well, which is why you could tell something was troubling her. There was that typical scowl on her face she always had whenever she was thinking about something too hard. 

The fact was that Alexia was torn between telling you about what happened in the locker room today or just letting it be. On one hand, she knew it would hurt you and she felt like it was kind of unnecessary to bring it up, when there was quite literally nothing either of you could do about it. But on the other hand, you deserved to know, and Alexia felt bad about hiding something from you. Even if it was for your own good. Besides how would you feel if you found out? And then found out that Alexia hid it from you. She’s been working so hard on trying to build a genuine friendship with you and she felt like this would just ruin it all.

Her frown didn’t disappear even as you both sat down to eat, and as you happily ate the food, she prepared for you, she just kind of played around with it, staring at the plate intensely. You hoped she would bring it up, but you knew her better than that. If something was troubling Alexia, you had to pry it out of her. You gave her some time, but after half an hour of her barely saying anything and constantly frowning, you gave up on patience. So, as you helped her clean up the kitchen before settling down in the living room, you cornered her, figuratively. 

“Okay, Ale, what’s going on?” You asked with a sign. 

A part of you was concerned, was it you? Was she angry with you? Did you do something and now she was pretending to be fine, when, in reality, she could barely handle being next to you? 

Alexia snapped back to reality at sound of your voice and looked at you with a rather forced smile. “Qué? No, no, don’t worry. Todo está bien.”

You frowned at her reply, knowing that everything was, in fact, not okay. You were determined not to give up.

“Ale, please, I can tell something is going on. Please just tell me. It won’t do you any good, if you just keep it in.” I pleaded with a desperate tone, wanting to be there for her just like she was always there for me. 

She sighed, determined to keep quiet. “Cariño, prometo, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“It’s obviously something, you’ve been frowning since I got here. Why do you not want to tell me?” 

Alexia looked down, she knew if she gave you the answer to this question, she would have to reveal all of it, what she heard today, and she wasn’t sure it that wasn’t a good idea. But you were nothing if not stubborn, and she knew you would not let it go. 

“Because if I tell you, it could hurt you.” 

You raised your eyebrows in surprise and let out a small laugh. “Ale, I’m a big girl, I think I can handle it. Come on, just tell me.” 

“No, really, I’m being serious, it’s-“

“Alexia, just tell me.” You mumbled with a sigh, tired of playing this game with her.

“Ugh, vale. Today after training, I overheard some girls talking about you in the locker room. They just said some pretty nasty stuff and it made me angry.” She said carefully, afraid of what your reaction might be. 

“What sort of stuff?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, though you weren’t necessarily surprised.

“Stupid shit, that you don’t deserve to be here, that you’re getting a special treatment. That kind of bullshit.” She mumbled with an annoyed tone. 

“Oh, that’s what you were afraid to tell me?” 

“Are you not angry?” She asked in a surprised tone. 

“Well, I’m not happy about it, obviously, but no, I’m not angry. I told you, I’m used to it, I’ve been dealing with it my whole life.” You explained with a sigh, not feeling like dealing with this. 

“But you shouldn’t be used to it! It’s not fair!” She raised her voice slightly, frustrated with how nonchalant you were acting. She couldn’t understand why it didn’t bother you. She thought you would cry or yell or something. Not just shrug and wave it away. 

You sighed and sat down on the chair, contemplating your words, trying to figure out the best way to explain it to her. 

“I know it’s unfair, I know I shouldn’t be used to it, but I’ve been going through this my whole life. I-“ You stopped yourself for a second, not sure how to word it. “I was never liked, anywhere I went, everyone always assumed I was spoiled and cocky and used to having my way. It hurts and it’s devastating and fucking exhausting but that’s the way it’s always been. There’s nothing I can do to change it. So yeah, I’m not angry, I mean if I heard it myself it would’ve probably been different, but I didn’t. It doesn’t surprise, not really, I don’t expect the girls to like me now just because we hang out. Now, please, can we just let it be and go watch the movie? I don’t want to spend the whole night talking about this.” 

Alexia listened intensely as you tried to explain yourself and she nodded immediately when you asked her to drop the topic, not wanting to push you. 

“Sí, sí, of course. I’m just sorry you know. I wish things were different for you.” 

“So do I, but they’re not. And they won’t be.” You murmured quietly and Alexia could hear the subtle disappointment in your voice, but she decided to let it go, understanding you didn’t want to talk about it anymore. So, she stood up and waved her hand, silently asking you to go to the living room with her. 

You both sat down on the couch, and you waited for Alexia to put on the movie. You grabbed a blanket that was next to you and covered yourself while also living a part of it for her. You have been doing this a lot since you started hanging out. Movie nights were always spent cuddled on a couch under a blanket. It was a bit weird at first but now it came like a second nature to you.

Once she started the movie she leaned against the back of the couch and silently lifted her arm, silently signaling you to come closer. And you did, because no matter what you could never stop yourself from seeking comfort in her embrace. 

It was ironic really. Few weeks ago you avoided her like the plague and now she was the one person you always wanted to spend your free time with. 

Halfway through the movie you started getting multiple messages, your phone vibrating nonstop with notification but you chose to ignore it, not wanting to engage yourself with whoever was trying so persistently to reach you. 

Alexia gave you a subtle look, wondering if you were going to answer but it seemed like you were just not interested, but then your phone started ringing and you sighed. You picked up to phone, intent on just declining the phone call but then you saw the name of the caller. 

Dad

You froze, you desperately did not want to pick up but at the same time you knew you really didn’t have a choice. 

You stood up hesitantly and took the phone, looking at Alexia apologetically. “I’m sorry, I promise it will be quick.” You murmured and Alexia just waved you off with a small smile, not minding it. 

You went to the kitchen and picked up the call.

“Well, finally, I was starting to think you were not going to pick up,” said your dad disapprovingly and your shrunk at his tone. 

“Hi dad, what’s up?” You asked in a small voice.

“Ahh, nothing, just wanted to see how you were doing, you barely call. What are you doing?” 

“Oh, nothing, I’m just hanging out with a friend.” You answered nonchalantly, wanting to get this conversation over with as soon as possible. 

“Are you? Don’t you think you could be spending your free time more effectively.” 

“What do you mean?” You asked in a confused tone. 

“You know what I mean. I can see your slacking off, your games lately were awful. You should train more and work hard, not hang out with your little friends, they won’t bring you success. You have a reputation to uphold, a name to live up to, and all you’ve been doing lately was just let me down. I did not raise you like this you know. If you keep going like this, you will just end up being an embarrassment to our name.” 

You desperately tried to tone out his speech, but each word felt like a needle to your heart. You didn’t even realize you started crying, silent tears falling down your face.

You took a deep breath before replying, trying to steady your voice. “But I am training, I am working hard, I’m doing all I can.” You defended yourself weakly.

You hated how your voice sounded. Like a small child that was getting scolded. But that was exactly how you felt. 

“Well, that doesn’t matter because what you’re doing is just not enough!” Yelled your dad and at that point you gave up and hung up the phone. You quickly turned it off, not wanting to risk him calling again. 

You quickly tried to stop your tears and dry your face, wanting to hide of any evidence of crying, but as soon as you entered the living room you knew your trying was futile.  

“Cariño-“she started in a soft voice but you quickly cut her off.

“No, it’s okay. I’m fine, it’s fine.” You dismissed immediately but you could tell Alexia was not convinced. 

“Do you want to talk?” 

You were about to say no, but the way she looked at you, with so much sympathy and comfort made you crumble, and before you knew you were on the couch, talking about to one thing you never talked about.

“It’s just, it’s my dad. He…well, let’s just say, he has certain expectations, and he gets very upset when I don’t really fulfil them. I just told him, that I’m hanging out with you, and he went off on me about not working hard enough, and that our family has a certain reputation I need to live up to and that I’m not doing good enough. And the worst thing is that he’s always like this! My whole life was dictated by what he thought I should do and how I should do it. If it was up to him, I would be out on the pitch day and night. But even that wouldn’t be enough for him! Nothing I do is ever good enough in his eyes, and I know I shouldn’t care but whenever he starts to yell at me, I just feel like a little kid that can’t do anything right and it’s just so frustrating because all I ever wanted was just to make him proud. I just want someone to be fucking proud of me.”

You started to cry again as you explained to Alexia what your dad was like, quite literally sobbing by the end of your speech.  

“And I never talk about this, because everyone thinks that my dad is still super nice guy but in reality, he is a bitter old man that always takes his anger out on me, because he can’t make peace with the fact that he doesn’t play anymore and wants me to live his dream for him.” You added quietly, wanting to finally get it off your chest.

At first Alexia stared in shock, not moving or saying anything but she quickly snapped out of it. 

“Lo siento, cariño, lo siento mucho," murmured Alexia softly as she brought you into a comforting hug, lacing her fingers in your hair as her other hand settled on the small of your back, bringing you close.

She didn't know what else to say, she didn't want to talk shit about your dad, similarly, she also didn't want to downplay the severity of what you've been going through. This was a truly complicated situation to her. While she did go through her own family struggles, especially when her dad died, she has never gone through something like this. 

Feeling unloved or unappreciated was something foreign to her. Feeling pressured to do something was something unimaginable. Every step she made in her life was made by her own choice and her family loved her every step of the way, no one ever told her off, no one ever expressed disappointment, all they ever wanted was for her to be happy.

You hid your face in her neck as you cried, once you started you couldn’t stop, you finally let it out. The one thing that you longed to let out for years was finally out in the open, and it felt so good. Sure, you were crushed, but you also felt relieved. 

You let yourself enjoy Alexia’s hold, feeling an irreplaceable sense of safety. You don’t know how long you stayed like this before Alexia spoke again. 

“He’s wrong,” she murmured quietly. 

“Huh?” you mumbled as you stayed hidden.

“Your dad, he’s wrong. You work hard, I know it and you know it. You put your whole heart into what you do, and it pays off. And that’s what matters, not what your dad thinks. If he can’t see that and be proud of you then fuck him. I’m proud of you, and you are more than enough.” She said passionately and you cried harder, not even realizing how much you needed to hear them, but once you did you felt better than ever before.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you hugged her even tighter, hoping the small gesture can convey the amount of gratitude you felt right now. 

She automatically brought you closer to herself and tried her best to comfort you. She hated that you had to go through all of this. She hopelessly thought of what to do to help you, getting even more frustrated as she realized this wasn’t one of those things that she could just fix easily. If she could, she would take all the pain away from you and feel it herself, just so you wouldn’t have to anymore. 

And that’s when it fucking hit her. 

Oh, shit. I fucking like her. 

But she couldn’t like you. You were her friend and a teammate, and besides, you would never feel the same way. You would never like her back. You barely started being friends and there is no way you would ever think of her as anything more than that. 

Unbeknownst to her, though, you were thinking the exact same thing. You realized Alexia was all you ever needed while also being something you would never have. So, as you cried over your dad, some of those tears were also shed for Alexia, for something that would never happen, no matter how much you hoped. 

 And so, you stayed there, on the couch, cuddled up, thinking the other would never feel the same way. 

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This kind of feels like a filler episode tbh💀

Anyway my biggest apologies for the long wait, this was meant to be out months ago but so much has been going on that I barely had the time to write😭BUT only one more part and the story is finished!!🥳

@marvelwomen-simp

[felassan]

New Details on DA4 from this IGN article: "Dragon Age: Dreadwolf Is Officially Being Renamed, With Gameplay Reveal Set for June 11 - EXCLUSIVE"

"BioWare confirmed that The Veilguard will feature seven playable party members, and that it will feature “fun and fluid, moment-to-moment combat” while continuing to center strategy via the unique powers of each companion.

BioWare general manager Gary McKay explains that while Solas is “still very much a part of the story of Dragon Age: The Veilguard,” the team wanted a title that reflected a “really deep and compelling group of companions.”

“One thing that’s important to remind fans is that every Dragon Age game is a new and different experience and this game, more so than ever, is about you and your companions – a group that you must rally to fight by your side,” McKay tells IGN. “We can’t wait for players to meet, connect and form their own personal relationships with the unique companions that make up The Veilguard. That’s the spirit of this game…of this story. Choosing who will join you on your adventure, fight alongside you, and be there by your side in the end.”

McKay claims that the name change wasn’t a matter of focus testing, which commonly informs decisions like these. He even goes so far as to admit that sticking with Dreadwolf might have been easier.

“We actually think sticking with Dreadwolf would have been the safer choice – ‘Dread Wolf’ is a cool name after all!” McKay says. “In the end, it was most important for us to have a title that was authentic to the companions that are the heart of this adventure we’ve created. We’ve worked throughout development to create really incredible backstories for each companion that intersect with the main narrative in meaningful ways.”

As for why it’s not simply named “Dragon Age IV,” McKay says it’s for the same reason that Dragon Age Inquisition wasn’t called “Dragon Age III: Inquisition.”

“Every game in the series tells its own unique story and the title is an important element to help set the stage for the next standalone adventure inclusive of its own hero, companions, narrative arc, villain, setting, etc,” he says.

Asked what it means for BioWare to finally be able to show The Veilguard to the world, McKay said, “As the studio head and executive producer, it’s been incredible to see the journey, resilience and passion that this team continues to bring every day. We have an incredible group of both BioWare and Dragon Age veterans who have been with us for years, as well as new faces and voices that love the series who have helped to create an unforgettable experience we feel will be worthy of the Dragon Age name.”

So who exactly are the Veilguard? In the lore, the Veil is a barrier between the physical world and Fade, which is Dragon Age’s spirit realm. Solas, who helped create the Veil, now wants to destroy it. Hence, as McKay puts it, “the Veil needs guarding.”

While acknowledging that the why and the how is definitely spoiler territory, McKay says, “The biggest clue I can share is that you and your companions – that make up The Veilguard – are central to taking down a new evil threat unleashed upon Thedas. It might not just be Solas.”

McKay isn’t quite ready to reveal the party members quite yet, but does provide some hints on what to expect, including some initial info on romances.

“We spent a lot of time making our companions feel authentic based on their own unique experiences within this larger fantasy world, which in turn makes the relationships you form with them feel even more meaningful. We’ve tapped into Dragon Age’s deep lore and explored its most iconic factions to bring each of the seven companions and their stories to life,” he says.

“I won’t spoil next week’s reveal but I can say we’ve created a story where you can impact the world and the companions that surround you. Player agency is important to the Dragon Age: The Veilguard experience and allows each player to form unique personal connections with their companions of choice. And, yes, you can romance the companions you want!”

McKay says the decision to pare the number of companions from nine to seven is mostly down to it being the “right number for the story we’re telling.” Each one is intended to represent a unique faction or element from Thedas, and will feature their own arc with “stories of love and loss, each with meaningful choices and emotional moments.”

He continues, “As you accompany your companions to unravel their backstory and earn their loyalty and friendship, you’ll visit more regions of Thedas across a deeper variety of biomes than any Dragon Age before it.”

McKay mostly sidesteps questions of how Inquisition’s characters might fit into The Veilguard’s story, though he does confirm that it will once again feature an original protagonist similar to The Warden, Hawke, and The Inquisitor, noting that each Dragon Game has its own standalone story with its own thread and conflict.

“Games across the Dragon Age franchise are never designed as a game-over-game continuous storyline. There are familiar arcs, factions and heroes important to the overarching Dragon Age universe that weave through the new story we’re telling,” he explains. “The previous games, characters and events aren’t the anchor of Dragon Age: The Veilguard it’s about your adventure with a brand new cast of companions that you must rally to fight against a powerful force.”

He once again teases another villain beyond Solas: “I don’t want to get too deep into spoiler territory but I can say that the Dread Wolf is not the only god players need to be worried about.”

When The Veilguard is finally revealed on June 11, BioWare’s presentation will include 15 minutes of gameplay from the opening moments of the game, which will help set up the story. On the gameplay front, McKay says that The Veilguard’s combat was a “big area of focus” and something the team wanted to push forward. Among other things, McKay says that The Veilguard will feature an ability wheel designed to give players more direct control over their characters.

“As an RPG, strategy in combat is important as you bring two companions to every fight. Each companion brings unique powers and abilities that have a direct impact on how you choose to take down the enemies at hand,” he says. “To add another layer to that strategic element, we’re introducing a new ability wheel where you can pause the action and set up your next move – whether it’s your companions’ abilities or your own.

“The ability wheel opens up a huge amount of strategic possibilities, giving players the ability to control the flow of combat and link powerful combinations of abilities between players and their companions that can quickly turn the tide of any battle. We think we’ve found an exciting balance between fun, fluidity and strategy for every encounter.”

“This is a game and experience that continues BioWare’s tradition of single player RPG storytelling set in the epic fantasy world of Thedas,” McKay says. “We know Dragon Age fans and the community have been waiting a long time for the next game and we could not be more excited to share our gameplay reveal on June 11.""

[source] (emphasis mine)

[psychostxr]

𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐧 | kiss me better

PAIRING. deuce gorgon x gn/fem! reader

WORD COUNT. 0.6k

WARNINGS. mentions of bruises

NOTES. i'm alive! sorry for being absent, i got a job at a library and it's been taking up all my time so i haven't really written anything since febuary. but please enjoy this peace offering despite it being short

"Oh my ghoul," you whisper, taking in the sight of your poor boyfriend as he sits on the bench outside the school nurse's office.

You knew Deuce would take some hits during the Skultimate Roller Maze game, but nothing could prepare you for what you saw. Deep purple bruises stain his cheek and nose. A sling and cast cradle his left arm, and his signature shades are cracked, threatening to shatter and turn everyone around him to stone.

"Deuce!" you call, rushing toward him.

He looks up to see you and quickly tries to stand up from the bench. You wrap your arms around him as gently as you can, careful not to press against any of his injuries. Deuce winces slightly but pulls you closer with his right arm. You pull back just enough to cup his unbruised cheek, your thumb brushing against his skin.

"What happened?" you ask, "The camera in the maze suddenly stopped working, and then we couldn't see anything."

Deuce sighs, his breath shaky. You can see the pain etched in his eyes, even behind the broken glasses.

"It was Gary from Granite City High," he begins, his voice low. "He sneaked up behind me and stole my glasses. I turned the camera bat Rocco was holding into stone. Rocco threw the stoned bat at Gil and knocked him over. Then Gary shoved me. I slammed into Gil, and you know the rest."

Deuce gestures weakly to his battered body. You feel a surge of anger rise within, but you try to push it down. It's not fair that Granite City High got away with winning this season's Skultimate Roller Maze despite cheating and injuring your school's entire team. But there was no evidence to prove they cheated. They made sure of it when they destroyed the camera.

"What about Gil?" you question, distracting yourself from your anger. "How's he doing?"

Deuce motions to the nurse's office. "He's getting checked now. Lagoona's with him."

"I'm so sorry, Deuce." You lean your head against him, rubbing your hand up and down his chest. "What they did wasn't fair. You didn't deserve any of that."

Deuce kisses the top of your head. "It's not your fault, babe. You don't need to be sorry."

"I know…" you sigh, pulling away to look up at him. "I just wish I could do something to make it better."

"Well," Deuce says, his lips curling into a smirk. "There is something that might help. Think you can kiss me better?"

You grin. "That I can do."

Deuce gently tugs you closer by the waist, and you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. Standing on your tiptoes, you gently kiss his forehead, lingering just long enough to let him feel the affection behind it.

Then, you move to his non-bruised cheek, leaving a soft kiss there. You kiss every part of his face that isn't bruised, and when Deuce thinks you're finally going to kiss him properly, your lips teasingly brush over his to continue kissing his face.

Deuce chuckles softly. "Stop teasing."

You pause, locking eyes with Deuce through his shades. Then, you lean in and kiss him passionately, letting all your love and care flow into that moment. Deuce's grip on your waist tightens slightly, pulling you closer as he kisses you back. When you finally break the kiss, your foreheads rest together.

Deuce lets out a content sigh. "You always know how to make things better."

"I'll always be here for you, Deuce. No matter what."

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[nateezfics]

I am now CRAVING and I mean CRAVING some extremely domestic, husband!joong smut. I must have him immediately. Like imagine this hongjoong as your husband? This you come home to? I mean???? Pls???

Sex with a man who claims you as his WIFE?

Nat I'm feeling weak I need to lay down.

ugh, this😩

listen i live for rough, nasty possessive sex but let’s talk about slow, passionate, and loving possessive sex???? hongjoong who claims you soooo lovingly i cry 😭

imagine. it’s a night like any other; you’re in the kitchen preparing dinner when your husband hongjoong arrives through the front door. he takes off his shoes, his coat, and leaves his things by the door. he makes his way to you, lured by the smell of food and the desire to see your pretty face. it’s so routine, the way he makes his way to you and places a kiss against your cheek with his usual “hey baby” but no matter how many times he does it it always makes you feel so giddy, butterflies fluttering in your tummy at his touch and the smell of his cologne. you’ve been married for some time now but you never grow tired of him or this little routine you’ve both settled into. it’s comfortable, it’s familiar, it’s perfect. and just as predicted, he remains near you long after his kiss against your cheek, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you against his front. he hangs onto you while you cook, his lips attaching to any open skin he can find. his hands are all over you and you try your best to stay on task, but as usual he’s persuasive. you spin around to face him and suddenly you’re not hungry for the food anymore. you crave him in every way, the sight of his bare face and tussled hair making you weak in the knees and bracing against the counter. hongjoong’s kissing you hungrily in seconds, and you’re caught up in the passion quickly. there’s no time for breathing, you simply breathe each other. he only stops kissing you to take his glasses off, flinging them onto the counter carelessly before he’s devouring you again. it’s not long before you’re on the counter with your knees bent over his shoulders while he pushes himself into you, over and over and so achingly slow. he’s deep, cockhead kissing your cervix in a way that has you arching so prettily over the granite surface. he’s purposeful with each thrust, dragging his cock out languidly before gliding right back in. he’s in no hurry, not trying to get you or himself off just yet; he doesn’t care about that, about finishing. he wants to soak in the moment, in his love for you. you’re already a mess ofc just from his slow motions. really you can’t help it, it’s him. he takes your hand and kisses the back of it, his wedding band shimmering in the light. a reminder that he belongs to you, and you to him. lots of love bites on your skin while he takes you over the kitchen counter. you leave love marks of your own in the form of red streaks down his back. the passion and the pleasure are overwhelming, and you swear you’re the only two people in the universe. his forehead against yours, his eyes and yours locked. breathy laughs. whispered proclamations of love.

“you’re perfect, so perfectly mine”, “my beautiful wife”, “does my little wife feel good? yeah?”, “i love you, i love you, i love you”, “so good to me, baby”, “gonna fill you up, gonna give you a baby. my wifey would look so pretty with a round belly”, “taking me so good. you’re amazing”, “all yours, baby. you’ve got every last bit of me”

[tojisun]

Angsty thot on the the ghost x reader x soap blurb;

I've been thinking about the what if Soap did actually reciprocate Ghost's advances? For a moment, he forgets reader. Finally, FINALLY, Soap thinks... until the bliss dies down and he remembers reader and guilt sets in. Ghost's only all too happy to show off to reader. Being affectionate with Johhny, leaving whatever marks were left visible, staking a claim that he won.

Reader, of course, is dismayed and feels betrayed. But how much can she really feel? It fucking sucks, it does, that Ghost doesn't care what she thinks or feels and she wasn't in a committed relationship with Soap. So if they were to pursue a relationship, what can she really do about it?

HOW I AM AFTER READING THIS anon i wanna crawl into your mind and poke around your brain because how could you (ext)

johnny knows he hasn’t been honest with himself lately. that, in the face of ghost’s desires—because nothing less could describe the fire in his lieutenant’s eyes; it’s all so heated and leashed. hungry. aching—he denies himself and pretends he cannot see what is crystal clear.

he pretends that every brushing touch was an accident, that every heavy look was a trick of the light. that the way simon calls his name—johnny, with the ‘y’ dripping from his mouth like honey—was all circumstantial.

friendly. platonic, truly.

but it’s becoming more frequent. more passionate. more territorial.

of course, it was all a matter of when, really, was johnny going to fall. and the answer, apparently, is right now.

his shirt is torn off his body, fatigues falling beside two pairs of boots. warm lips, fever-hot, are on his skin, tracing scalding trails that has him trembling. he feels jittery, bones rattling within his flesh. he feels untethered, floaty. nirvana pinched between his fingers.

then, he falls, body thudding against the mattress. the metal of his bed posts creaks, a gunshot in the silence, and johnny freezes. his mind catching up to his heart.

this isn’t—

simon towers over him, his scarred chest heaving in his ragged breaths. the mask is off, discarded to the floor, and johnny, he—

well.

he sees the man that his soul sings to—cheeks flushed, bright cherries, and eyes dark with yearning. simon looks at him like johnny’s all that matters in the world; like all that he’s fighting to live for is johnny.

johnny feels this bloating in the back of his throat, something in his heart swelling until all he tastes is his breaths. his lips wobble, teeth chattering. they stop at ghost’s tender touch, his callused hand cupping johnny’s cheek.

simon's thumb swipes at the skin just underneath his eyes. his lips, crooked, tug up in a smile. “y’r much too gorgeous, johnny.”

johnny doesn’t know what happened next, only that he was stuffed with a burn that scorches from within and engulfed whole; devoured every way possible until simon's marks—from teeth and just his overall brute strength—took. his throat aches, scratchy, and his skin throbs with the memory of their love-making.

he, well, he wept. he tucked his head on the crook of simon's neck, breathing him in, unable to explain the euphoria simmering in the pit of his stomach.

simon loves him. he desired him every way possible so who wouldn't—

who wouldn't lose themselves?

(johnny thinks of you and the memories blur; what had been fiery passion morphs into something ugly. into something cruel.)

there was something different in ghost's gait—that's the first thing you noticed upon walking into the mess hall. he was more relaxed, more open in a way you have never seen from him before. he even met your eyes as you walk towards their little huddled group, the first time in a while, and you are unable to look away because there was something in his gaze that you couldn't quite place.

it still spoke of danger, of a walled barrier that he firmly put between you two, but it was undiscernible.

still poised, though, for the hunt.

kyle greets you first, kind and gentle, but before you could reply to him, johnny's tugging you away. a protest builds on the tip of your tongue, ready to slip past your chapped lips, but you freeze, feet stumbling as the air is knocked out of your lungs.

"bonnie–"

"oh," you say, a whispered gasp, your eyes unable to drag from the bruises on johnny's neck. not made with unkind intensions, if the teeth mars were any indication.

briefly, you wondered if johnny's met someone else to satiate his desires. if, in your absence, he sought to snuff the burning need from someone else. you've been away for three months, after all, chasing a lead in shanghai and tracking them all the way to tianjin. it must have been too long for johnny too.

(you wonder why your heart twinges at the idea of johnny finding comfort in someone else that isn't you.)

but the thought is doused by an ice-cold realization.

"it's– you know that i–"

"oi, 'tavish," ghost's voice rings from behind you.

you tip your head back just enough to see him, to see with your eyes what must he must have done, but he's back to ignoring you again.

it seemed like now that you've noticed what it was that had him elated, ghost no longer wanted to interact with you. not a word nor a touch. not even a glance.

johnny bites his bottom lip, shoulders hunching into himself.

"i'm sor–"

"i have to go," you say, your voice even sounds foreign to your own ears. "i have to, uhm, to report."

you shuffle away from between them, your palm rising to press onto your chest as though that could truly stop the splintering of your heart. as though your heart was truly wounded and that the pressure could stop the bleeding.

but it aches. dear god, everything aches.

ANON THIS HURT ME SO BAD AND I COULDNT HELP MYSELF FROM RAMBLING IM SORRY!! god im wailing so much like i literally was bug eyed staring at ur ask bc OW??? (btw reader is gn in this ghoap x reader angst)

[erinwantstowrite]

Hi! Purely out of curiosity because I am always interested in people’s thoughts on the subject, how do you feel about “batcest” in au’s where the children were never adopted/didn’t meet until adulthood/etc? Any pairing with Bruce makes me genuinely nauseous, but I feel like I’m more lenient with situational stuff with the kids since they’re closer in age/didn’t grow up together in my very loose understanding of canon/not actually related/etc. (ie: I think Steph and Cass are cute together even though they’re both “batfam” members, etc etc)

please feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable! I just really love your writing and this seems to be a subject you’re passionate about, so I just wanted to know more of your thoughts. Hope you’re having a wonderful day!

anon in the nicest way possible, it's disgusting even then.

because it doesn't matter if they didn't know each other as little little kids, they are family in every sense of the word. it would be the same as two characters who are siblings having being raised in two different households as children getting into a relationship even though they knew each other later. it spits in the face of adopted families by claiming that they aren't actually family, and the people who defend batcest are hurting people who are victims of the exact dynamic that they're shipping. it's gross, like genuinely vile. knowing their canon relationship and "changing" it to fit what they want is nasty because they *had* to change it. they know it's wrong if they had to "fix" it in order to ship it. it implies that this person thinks they should be in a romantic pairing in canon, too, but they're trying to justify it to themselves.

and with Steph and Cass, Steph is a friend of theirs. she dated Tim previously and they are not related. she didn't want Bruce to adopt her, she doesn't consider them siblings. yes there is a found family dynamic but it's not the same as the others, who are not only legally family in most cases, but have considered each other family for years and years and years. they call each other their siblings. yes, even jason and tim. tim and jason are only a couple years apart, but jason is still family even if he died? tim considered himself dick's brother and his relationship with bruce was rocky sometimes but he also considered bruce like a father figure, and later on he was adopted so that was always there. they are siblings.

and in some of their dynamics, it's pedophilic dick and damian, dick and tim, jason and damian, tim and damian, even dick and jason because dick was an adult when he met jason. automatically that puts you in a spot where you deserve the deepest pit of hell. truly. i'm not religious but i hope they get their karma. i don't care if it's fictional, this reflects who they are as people in the real world and that's why i know these people are gross monsters. not to mention these people don't understand boundaries (shocker) and have and probably will again, ask me to include a batcest ship in LoF or to draw batcest for them. they have asked for peter and damian. one person claimed that peter and jason would be "cute" because of peter thinks he's cool and has "an innocence" about jason's life and what he's done. another asked for peter and dick. the blood related father and son. so it truly doesn't matter to them, i can guarantee it to you. the way i look at it, no matter which way they are shipped, you are automatically associated with the rest of them. nothing justifies it and it's wrong

and because i know someone is going to try to start an argument with me: i can't stop them from writing it. i know that. and you can scream at me until you're blue about your opinion on the matter, but i do not care and you will be wasting your breath. i am not pro cecsorship because it is a slippery slope and people will dig their claws into that. however. i can let them know that they aren't welcome on my page, i can talk about my opinion on the matter, i have every right to block them and say whatever i want. if you don't like this post, i'm telling you to block me so i don't have to take the time to do it myself 🫶

[emma23]

Three sides, one heart :

Marc/ Steven/ Jake x reader

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The warm scent of cinnamon and coffee filled the air as you leaned back on your couch, your feet tucked under a blanket. Across the room, Steven fumbled with a book he’d been trying to read all day, his brow furrowed as he absentmindedly adjusted his glasses.

“You’ve read the same page five times,” you teased, watching his lips twitch in amusement as he looked up.

“Have I?” he asked, glancing at the book like it had betrayed him.

You nodded. “Pretty sure the protagonist isn’t supposed to spend three chapters introducing themselves.”

Steven chuckled, setting the book aside. “Maybe I’m distracted.” His soft, curious gaze met yours, and your heart gave a little flip. He always had a way of making you feel seen, like nothing else in the world mattered.

“You know, it’s nice having a quiet evening,” you said, stretching. “No chaos. Just us.”

Steven smiled nervously, his fingers twitching as if debating whether to say something. “Well, about that…”

Before you could ask, his body tensed as his posture shifted slightly. That familiar flicker crossed Steven’s eyes—a slight roll of his neck, the drop of his shoulders—and suddenly, you were looking at Marc.

“Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “You couldn’t let Steven finish his quiet moment?”

Marc shrugged unapologetically, grabbing a bottle of water from the coffee table. “He’s had plenty of quiet moments today. I needed a break.”

“You are so considerate,” you deadpanned, earning a smirk from him.

“I do what I can,” Marc replied, his tone light but his eyes lingering on you a beat too long.

“What?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“Nothing.” He leaned back, his gaze softening just slightly. “It’s just… I don’t know how you deal with all of this. Us.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could, that familiar shift happened again. A slight tightening of the jaw, a flicker of something sharper in the eyes.

“Don’t get all sappy, Marc,” Jake said, his accent cutting through the calm. He adjusted his jacket and looked at you, his dark gaze filled with something unreadable. “She handles it because she wants to. Right, cariño?”

You sighed, shaking your head with a small smile. “And here I thought tonight was going to be peaceful.”

Hours later, the room had grown quieter. Steven had re-emerged, and the two of you were sitting side by side on the couch, a documentary about ancient Egypt playing softly in the background. He was gesturing excitedly at the screen, explaining some minor historical inaccuracy, when you caught it—that look.

Steven’s eyes flicked to yours, then briefly down to your lips before darting back up. Your breath hitched slightly as he froze, realizing you’d noticed.

“What is it?” you asked softly, though you already knew the answer.

“I—nothing,” he stammered, but his gaze betrayed him.

The air grew heavier as you leaned in slightly, testing the waters. “Steven…”

Before he could reply, you felt it again—that shift. This time, Marc was there, his expression far more confident than Steven’s but no less intense.

“Don’t stop,” Marc murmured, his voice low.

Your heart raced as you searched his face, but the moment didn’t last long. Another blink, and now Jake was there, his smirk sharper, more daring.

“You’ve got all of us hanging on by a thread, muñeca,” Jake said, leaning closer. “What are you going to do about it?”

The kiss that followed was everything—clumsy and sweet when Steven took the lead, firm and passionate when Marc took over, and utterly consuming when Jake finally claimed his moment.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and laughing, you shook your head. “You know, dating three men in one body should come with a manual.”

Steven adjusted his glasses nervously. “Maybe I could write one?”

Marc snorted. “Step one: Avoid Jake.”

“Step two,” Jake interjected, smirking, “let me show you how it’s done.”

You rolled your eyes, throwing a pillow at him. “Step three: I need more wine.”