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(Based on a conversation I had with a friend + Jamil's 2024 birthday present to the player)
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Let me just start by saying that I do not apologize for what's gonna happen in this chapter âșïž
Well not really a chapter since it's just the scene that I left out from the last chapter, tests are starting soon so I couldn't add more.
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"-And that's how the whole overpopulation issue would be fixed! And your people won't need to do the extermination anymore!" Charles said, pointing to the final paper, which had various angels and demons holding hands with happy smiles.
......
"Is this a joke?"
Charles blinked, taken aback by the response. "What?"
"I said, is this a joke?" You asked again, looking at him like he was a lunatic. "Are you serious?"
He stammered, unsure of what to say.
"I'm completely serious!"
.....
You couldn't believe what you just heard.
"Everyone? Just mere mistakes?" You narrowed your eyes at his words. "You're saying that đąđđ sinners deserve a second chance?"
He nodded. "Yes!"
Oh my god.
Frustrated, you pinched the bridge of your nose, your patience running thin the more you heard this idiot talk about this nonsense. "Ok, let's see if I can get this through your thick head."
Not that you were sure it would make any difference with this guy.
"Huh..?"
"Let's say that your idea can in fact work and you redeem a soul, let's also consider that this particular soul was a rapist, a cannibal or a serial killer for example, What would we say to their victims when they see them up there in heaven with them with the crimes they committed? 'Oh they got redeemed so it's all good now! It'll be best for you to forgive and forget!'. " You sneered, like that would ever happen. " yeah right, fuck off."
"I- no! I mean-"
He had nothing to say to that.
"Look, I appreciate you trying to help your people but let's be honest, if humans can do whatever they want then just get redeemed here to end up in heaven it wouldn't be fair to the souls who have been good in life, now would it?"
Well...
With a shake of your head, you walked past him.
This was a waste of time.
"You can try again next meeting but let me tell you now, your idea is never going to be accepted or work for that matter, now if you'll excuse me."
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No...
He glanced up back and forth at the drone then at you, panic settling in.
No..NO!!
If he let you go now who knows when he'll have another chance at this!
"WAIT!!" He yelled out, his hands outstretched as he rushed ahead to stop you.
But of course, due to his luck, he tripped over his own feet.
Shit!
As he desperately tried to steady himself, he grabbed onto your dress, his eyes widened as the fabric started to rip rapidly.
Fuck!
You cried out in surprise as he collided with you, the impact was sudden and startling, causing you to stumble forward, your body making a loud thumb as it meet the ground, the man following suit, his face landing directly on top of your ass.
.........
Everything went silent.
"Well, that was unexpected."
Was the only thing Vox was able to say.
Oh, this was đ§đ¶đŻ.
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Someone fucked up BIG time
The lucky mf got to feel the cake on their first meeting.
Btwwww~!
One of my friends made this Fanart of my mc for this!! And even drew her as mermaid!! THANK YOU SO MUCH BESTIE!! I LOVE YOUUUđđđđđ
This fic is posted on AO3, Wattpad and Quotev
Anyhow hope you enjoyed the chapter, have a nice day! âŁïž
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Songkran, Water, and KingUea
Was talking about my Bed Friend Reflection post with @respectthepetty and more specifically she was referencing the observation I made about how strongly water ties into King and Ueaâs relationship and it got me thinking. What, if any, possible meaning could be gleamed from this theme?
And well, Songkran happened recently and I really just decided it was time to go overboard in the parallels I drew between the use of water and the defining moments of King and Ueaâs relationship. For those of you who (like me until I looked it up just now) do not know, the original myth of Songkran states Indra the king of devas looked upon a city and was sad to see high levels of corruption, thus until they strayed back from sin there would be no rains, minimal food and water, and extreme drought. The people prayed to mother Earth (Siri) and Siri told the people the causes of their misfortune and gave them fertile lands, divine seeds, songs for rain, and pots of powder to cool their skin.Â
Songkran is the Thai New Year which is particularly well known, in Bangkok at least, for its water fights. (There are other rituals such as cleaning the home, making merit, elephant processionals, etc based on region)Â
Songkran stems from the Sanskrit word âsaáčkrÄntiâ or âsaáč
krÄntiâ which (according to Wikipedia) means âtransformationâ or âmovementâÂ
So letâs explore this theme a bit more in relation to Uea and Kingâs relationship shall we?
The first time King and Uea have sex, Uea wakes up, panics, and returns home where he then enters the bathtub:Â
Thus dousing himself in water, water which, in a Songkran transformation sense, should cleanse him of his sin, in this case, engaging in âsluttyâ behavior, something he was severely punished for as a child by his mother.Â
Then, we hit a dry spell for an episode and a half while King and Uea navigate the beginning of their FWB relationship, things seems to be going pretty well. King is, and I cannot stress how much I mean this in a non-sexual way, planting the seeds for a prosperous harvest, and he is doing so when he shoots the I Love You sign to Uea, when he massages Uea, when he goes out with Gun and spends the whole night communicates with Uea, and it is clear by that point that Uea is starting to having Feelings about King. Then King accidentally triggers him, they hit a bit of a dry spell, until Uea finally accepts Kingâs apologies and re-starts their sexual relationship. At which point, we get the rain:
With a rain-streaked window overlaying them, King asks Uea âWill you let me be a good thing in your life?â and while Uea tries to brush the question off, we know his answer is yes. King has washed away the sins he has committed against Uea (accidentally triggering him) and they are moving into the next phase of their relationship to one another, where Uea starts seeing King as a good thing in his life.Â
Third instance of water comes after Ueaâs encounter with his family on his birthday. He calls King seeking comfort, and King recognizes Ueaâs anxiety and makes him take a bath instead of continuing their sexual encounter while Uea is emotionally compromised. King brings Uea a birthday cake, and while I have not read the novel, I remember there was a post floating around comparing the book and the show that mentioned that Uea is surprised or touched or something to discover that King cares more about Uea than his mother does because he actually gives Uea a celebration for his birthday.
Uea is once again cleansing himself, this time of the sins of his family, and enters another phase of his relationship to King where he trusts that King cares for him.Â
And we get secondary movement in the King/Uea department with them sitting together in the pool:
While King has been witness to some of Ueaâs present traumas and trauma reactions, Uea has not otherwise been forthcoming with information about his life. Heâs mentioned when his mother texts him, or he makes vague and off-handed comments about things not going right for him in life, but he has not told King any actual information about himself and his lifeâŠuntil the pool, where he talks about happy memories living in Lampang with his cousins. Uea is planting seeds and watering them in the hopes of a bountiful harvest. They openly flirt with each other and discuss visiting Lampang together, fully abandoning the behavior of Friends With Benefits even as they continue to define themselves as such.Â
Episode 5 marks our next rain-streaked windows event where the power goes out, Uea has a panic attack, and King calms him down.
Uea is able to sleep, in darkness, through the night which is a huge step for him. Over a cover of rain, Uea is cleansing his fears, and it is showing us that the seeds King has been planting to ensure Uea can trust him are beginning to bear fruit. King has become such an honest, stable presence in his life that Uea is able to find safety and security from the sins committed against him.Â
We get another drought in Episode 6 with King promising Uea a beach trip (hello water) but having to cancel due to the arranged match. No water, no movement, no growth, their relationship begins to break down and Uea begins to regress, latching on to the âBed Friendâ title between them as a way to convince himself that he and King have not been going through the motions of a romantic relationship for the past few months/episodes.Â
Besides the waterworks (King and Ueaâs tears) the only instance of rain we get in Episode 7 is actually reserved exclusively for Uea after he stands up to his mother and his step father.Â
Under a cover of rain, Uea is cleansing himself of filial obligation and is finally fighting back after years of biting his tongue. He is cleaning house, getting rid of the people who have sullied his life for so long. This marks a personal transformation for Uea, another songkran.Â
Now, if you have read my posts about the use of reflections in this show, then you will know I operate under the assumption that the reflections we are given are indicative of the characterâs internal emotional states.
So if you combine the reflections as emotions and the water as transformation, you can imagine the weight of King and Uea being reflected off the water when they confess their feelings for each other. King admits he likes Uea, he gets Uea to admit that he likes King, and while being reflected off the water they are able to cleanse themselves of their transgressions against each other (even though I personally think Uea did nothing wrong) and progress their relationship from the âfriends with benefitsâ phase to the âseeing each otherâ phase.Â
One aspect I have not fully mentioned of the ritual of water pouring in relation to Songkran is not only does pouring water wash away your sins, but it can wash away bad luck as well. Uea is a person who believes himself to be unlucky, and he has said as much in the show. But with this admission from King, and with them being now openly on the same page, and with Krit and the arranged match complications resolved, King and Uea (Uea especially) are able to wash away the bad luck keeping them apart.Â
And we know from here on out King and Uea are going to be a tight, cohesive unit because they are frequently surrounded by water for the rest of this show. They have removed their sins, removed their bad luck, and are now granted a glorious relationship. (Of note additional rituals as a part of Songkran include washing the feet of your elders and serving delicious food. While they are not washing each otherâs feet we are still getting imagery of them with their feet in water and eating food)
Episode 9, we get four minutes straight of rain, from the scene immediately after King introduces Uea to his parents as his boyfriend until King wakes up sick from the rain.Â
First, we have our parallel to Ueaâs rainy car ride, with King being the one to stand up to his family, say that he loves Uea and he will not be joining his parentâs company.Â
He has cleansed himself of his own filial obligations, and he has Uea there to comfort him and try to break him out of the moody headspace he has gotten himself in to. The tire goes flat and King exits in to the rain to figure out what happened, and Uea brings him an umbrella, but King is already drenched.
This is a blessed rain, a rain from Siri, a rain that heals the burnt flesh from drought and allows the crops to grow. A rain that allows for the cultivation of fertile land. In this case, the growth and cultivation of King and Ueaâs relationship to one another, and to themselves as individuals as well.
Very Important Side Note: Â Episode 9 of Bed Friend aired the same weekend that Thailand was having their Songkran festival.Â
Now, forgive me if I get any of this next part wrong, I do not understand zodiacs very well, but apparently Songkran is meant to celebrate the movement of the sun in to Aries. Now, my knowledge of zodiac is limited but I am pretty certain Aries season begins around March 20 or 21st and goes through about April 20th. King and Uea go on their Sea Trip in Episode 10 on March 25th, during Aries season.Â
And uh, it might not rain in Episode 10 butâŠ
That does not mean our boys arenât getting absolutely covered in water at every opportunity. I mean, as evidenced above we have them fully submerged in the ocean, snorkeling.
And in the bathtub where the wine drunk boyfriends are not only being horny on main, but we have a little bit of verse action happening. This is the final water we get in the show before we get Ueaâs first attempt at intentionally turning the lights off and we move towards King and Ueaâs engagement.Â
We get the perfect circle, Episode 1 starts the relationship between King and Uea with Uea alone in a bathtub trying to wash the memory of the evening away and ends in Episode 10 with King and Uea together in a bathtub, feasting from the bountiful harvest they have sowed throughout the show.
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Time for more Fourth World posting that no one asked for! I've previously written about the Fourth World comics of the 1970s and the 1980s, so here are the 1990s:
New Gods (1995): I FOUND IT! I FOUND A GOOD NEW GODS COMIC THAT ISN'T BY JACK KIRBY!!!
Okay, so the art is 1995 in the worst way, but the first 11 issues (written by Rachel Pollack) are actually excellent? The problem with previous New Gods runs was that it's hard to write about a utopian world at any length, but writers tried to introduce conflict by having the people of New Genesis be shitty, which undercuts the whole...utopia thing. Pollack has the corruption come from outside, which makes all the difference.
Basically, Darkseid manages to invade the Source (God, essentially, but more of a place than an entity) in an attempt to conquer it, but Orion follows him, and, desperate to stop him, kills him. However, committing patricide within the heart of the Source corrupts it, causing natural disasters on Earth and making everyone on New Genesis go evil or crazy or both. Which was all part of Darkseid's plan (he regenerates himself out of Orion's flesh, which is both very gross and a total mic drop moment) but now the cosmos are in upheaval and that's bad for everyone.
The other thing this book does that most post-Kirby New Gods books don't manage to do is treat Orion like an actual goddamn hero. Yes, he is angry and violent and makes bad decisions driven by destructive impulses. But he also loves Highfather and Lightray and New Genesis deeply, and this book allows those things to be stronger in him than his rage, and I'm crying about it. HE IS ACTUALLY A GOOD PERSON HE'S JUST ALSO A VERY CRANKY ONE.
The last few issues are by John Byrne and the plot and tone diverge pretty sharply but that's a lead-in to a different series so I'll talk about that in a bit.
Mister Miracle (1996): The universe tends towards balance and so because New Gods (1995) was good, this comic sucks. It sort of fits into the same continuity (it takes place after Darkseid dies), and so everyone on New Genesis is kind of being an asshole. But a lot of it just doesn't make sense and isn't explained? Like, they want Scott to be the new Highfather, even though Highfather is totally around in the concurrent New Gods series, and also this is presented as just a thing that everyone knew would inevitably happen, which...no? Honestly, the things that happen in this comic are so bizarre and arbitrary - characters appearing out of nowhere, continuity errors, random and baffling changes to the lore - that I kept thinking they were going to reveal it was all a dream. Bad.
Jack Kirby's Fourth World: So in the last 4 issues of New Gods (1995), Bryne takes over and long story short, Apokalips and New Genesis are smooshed together into one planet split down the middle (and also Orion dies). This series picks up from there and also ties into the Genesis miniseries. Byrne's art is always great, but the stakes are so exhaustingly high (the planets are smooshed together! now they're separated! Orion's dead! now he's back! now Highfather's dead!) that I started feeling numb pretty quickly.
It also relies heavily on the whole "god" thing, which means way more religious themes than I'm particularly comfortable with. (And yes, Kirby also drew very heavily one biblical themes but more for worldbuilding. He didn't have everyone on Earth "lose faith" because of issues with Source, as if atheists are just fooling themselves.) I just don't need that much Thor and Odin in my Fourth World comics, and the two of them repeatedly saying that they are "the closest to the Old Gods" is way too literal. (A commonly accepted version of events is that one of Kirby's biggest frustrations with Marvel was not being able to write a Ragnarok story and kill off Thor and his supporting cast, which is why he came to DC...where he immediately opened his book about NEW gods with the words "There came a time when the old gods died!" and a clear depiction of Ragnarok. This fan theory has several holes in it, not least of which is that Kirby did draw a Ragnarok story for Marvel, but the aggressively obvious allusion here just feels like Byrne is elbowing me in the ribs going "Get it? GET IT?")
Also, there are weird changes to the lore. I've mentioned before that in Mister Miracle #1, Scott is clearly already familiar with Earth, meaning some time has passed between his escape from Apokalips and our first sight of him...but Kirby has him living on Earth for two hundred years before Mister Miracle #1, including marrying a woman who isn't Barda - as if the idea that Scott and Barda had spent that long apart or that it took Barda that long to decide to leave Apokalips makes any sense at all. Tigra, Orion's mom, spends issues and issues claiming Orion is the result of a one night stand she had with some guy and thus not Darkseid's kid, and nobody really believes her but it's never actually resolved. Also, Infinity Man turns out to be Darkseid's brother??? What the hell.
This series also has a lot of Takion, a real Original Character Do Not Steal of a guy if ever there was one. He's Paul Kupperberg's OC, not Byrne's, but he shows up and is sparkly and more powerful than everyone and can talk to the Source and all the other characters ask him for advice all the time even though he literally just showed up and Beautiful Dreamer is in love with him and then he becomes the new Highfather. Big Mary Sue energy. Also he looks like a ripoff of Waverider, who is already firmly in Original Character Do Not Steal territory.
Anyway the series ends with Apokalips and New Genesis gearing up for a final, major clash...and then the last issue is literally just Byrne retelling a mashup of Forever People #1 and Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #147, but setting them in the post-Crisis universe instead of their original pre-Crisis framework. And then it's over. What? What???
Anyway on to the 2000s and the series I've been looking forward to since I started this project, Walt Simonson's Orion! See you in the next post!
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GH Petty Polls Roundup! (Cause I felt kinda bad that I dropped the ball last time, and didn't compile the results of the last round đ)
Since we're currently in the midst of the union writers' comeback, there's a lot of developments happening at once. The mood based on a glance at the results is fairly pessimistic but some hope here and there. Which is not that surprising considering post-stockpile, audience trust is at an all-time low, but let's just get into these results.
Going in order of what you guys were most interested in putting your two cents in about:
The groundwork is rapidly (thank god) being laid for the final Trina vs. Esme showdown and regardless of how we feel, battle lines are being drawn and some of our faves are not on the same side. This week made clear that Laura is firmly Team Esme and Ava is firmly Team Trina. I wanted to know where you guys stood and you made yourselves very clear lol.
When asked whose side are you on in the event of Trina/Ava vs. Laura/Esme it really wasn't close at all:
At 97.7 %, Trina and Ava are the people's choice because of course they are! They're ride or die, exude regular bad bitch energy and are found family in its essence.
They have never seriously wavered on each other while Laura and Esme were literally built on the whitewashing of the harm Esme did to Laura's own flesh and blood. Trina and Ava are a comfort power mentor/mentee duo, Laura and Esme are botched redemption prop duty gone seriously wrong. No real competition here.
As for the 2.3% that chose Esme and Laura...
Now onto the results you guys were slightly more divided on...
A certain someone's return was announced on a certain poorly reviewed primetime special and the discourse was immediate. All of a sudden, we had taken a time machine back to 2007. But, since his actual last return was 2017 and a huge dud, I wanted to see where you guys landed on Sonny's Permanent Bottom Bitc-I mean Jason Morgan's announced return.
And for a plurality of you, the answer was the stone cold thrill is gone:
The 2017 return did its damage and there's just nothing for Jason, or his many ships, to offer for you this time around. You're over the leather jacket, the refusal to step up and raise his kids and commitment to a thug life he's clearly aging out of.
32.4% of you are equally annoyed with the announcement of his return but can at least find joy in the man formerly known as Jax fuming in the corner with the confirmation that his conservative clout chasing gamble to sue the network was a huge waste of time.
20.6% of were still too numb over what a bizarre mess the primetime special was to even process the news (I hope you're feeling better â€ïž)
And because I do believe in the voice of the minority too, 11.8% of you are excited for Jason's return. You're like me in 2017 and still have hope that he can mature beyond his cyborg ways. All I can say to that is...
And in a related poll, because we are a community united in snark, when I asked how hard you guys will laugh when Drew gets tossed aside for Jason...again. The consensus was clear, 90.6% of you will need a medic on standby, you'll be laughing that hard (I'll be right there with you).
6.3% of you are too kind for this world and will smirk, because you're human and Justice for Scout, but also feel a little bad.
3.1 % can call yourselves the classy minority as you said you'd contain your schadenfreude to a moderate chuckle.
Enough old ass mobster Jason Morgan chat, onto more important matters!
I admittedly felt weird about the first week of the Bobbie's death storyline. Particularly that it was purposefully lined up with the SEC reveal/Granny War fallout. I wanted to know if you guys felt the same and frankly, a majority of you did:
This was a dramatic choice that was a failure for the most of you. Bobbie's death being conflated with Carly's latest feud left us as an audience feeling icky. Especially paired with moments like Carly throwing Bobbie's death in Nina's face and Drew dancing around threatening violence on Nina.
A majority of you (74.2%) felt it was gross and not the proper way to start the honoring of Bobbie's legacy. What was supposed to be an exploration of grief suddenly became a badly timed Nina pile-on.
Luckily, it was followed by a much stronger second week for Bobbie's memorial that focused on her and set the SEC nonsense to the side. But it was definitely a reminder of all the worst habits of the union writers that have led many of us to lose faith in them to focus on the right things.
Which leads me right into my next, equally serious question. When I asked what the truly most compelling feud on GH is, since most of us can agree it's not Granny Wars, the results were unsurprising. The ongoing feud that keeps a majority of you (53.3%) on the edge of your seat the most is....
THE GH WRITERS VS. CONSISTENTLY STRONG STORYTELLING AND CHARACTERIZATION
And who can be surprised by those results? Nothing has been more unpredictable than tuning into see what new, creative ways the writers will come up with to fumble an easy storytelling win!
In second place, it was a tie of Spencer vs. Spencer (13.3%) and Portia vs. Trina's Adulthood (13.3%). Spencer's chaotic tendency for self-destruction and Portia's disturbing commitment to ruining her relationship with her daughter go hand in hand for you guys.
Third but not least, Trina vs. Demon Spawn (6.7%). Trina's tormentor hid behind a baby for a year which meant that Trina, despite her best efforts, was dragged into beefing with a baby for a year. This is a feud that makes no sense but continues to be pushed by the writers, made all the funnier by demon spawn clearly being a Trina fan.
Speaking of Trina fans, since she is once again being bombarded by marriage allegations, let's get into the divorce poll. So many toxic marriages in PC and they can't all last. I was curious to see who you think is more likely headed for splitsville:
The majority of you are not nearly as optimistic as Nina is. You don't think her and Sonny's marriage will survive the onslaught of the SEC nonsense and the inevitable reunion of the Unholy Trinity (Carly, Sonny, Jason đ€ą).
The rest of you (34.5%) think that Portia's toxic marriage that she's somehow kept together through sheer force of will (and regularly manipulative weaponization of Trina), will collapse before Nina and Sonny do. All I can say is, for Trina's sake, I hope you're right.
Speaking of failed marriages, I wanted to know what you guys thought of Ava and Nik's post-attempted manslaughter divorcees dynamic. I have to say, these results amused me the most, cause there are a lot more Nava curious people than I thought (stop hiding behind these polls, live your truth đ)
A plurality (48.1%) are here for the united-in-toxicity chem that Nik and Ava have going on right now. They were a disaster together, but they kind of miss the disaster, and you kind of love watching how much they miss disaster. As someone who considers Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, I share your "why do I not hate Nava???" dilemma and understand it well.
That said, 22.2% of you are staying strong and remember that Nik had a baby (allegedly) on Queen Ava and believe Ava's pride should override any residual chem. Real, and let's hope Ava agrees with you (đ„Č).
Oh and the 18.5% of you that are most concerned about Ava getting out of Sonny's house are the smartest ones in the room. None of this will matter if Ava has a front row seat to that Unholy Trinity reunion, we gotta get her outta there!
Onto another amusing result. After another Sprina getaway was announced (the union writers clearly saw us all mock them for losing their crown jewel pairing to temps that outwrote them), I wanted to know how you guys felt about this lil Sprina-centered union vs. temp writers competition. And a majority of you (51.9%) have your priorities in order:
Union, temp, who cares as long as you get more Trina and Spencer fluff. You're Sprina capitalists first and Sprina purists second. You don't really care if this upcoming getaway lives up the NYC hype or writing. Your take on this union vs. temp Sprina competition is this:
But for those of you who do care about this temp vs. union competition, 44.4% of you think the union writers are fighting a losing battle trying to do their own Trina and Spencer getaway. You think the NYC trip was a level of magic that can't be topped, especially because the temps snatched not one, but two key milestones from them. You think the union writers slow-burned too close to the sun and won't be able to top NYC despite their best efforts.
3.7% of you actually do have faith in the union writers to reclaim Sprina as theirs, and I have to say I admire that level of optimism post-stockpile, I really do.
Speaking of audience trust (or lack thereof) in the abilities of the returned writers, I was more than a little frustrated in the way beloved throwback character Lois was written in the SEC story and wanted to know how you guys felt about this regime's brand of sloppily warping history for their agenda:
74.1% of you said "hell no" to the idea of your fave from the past being written by this regime. If the price is that they all of a sudden have to sing Carly's praises, regardless of whatever history they had with her, then you'd rather they stay gone and hold onto your pleasant memories of them (good call). You don't trust these writers to not ruin your faves and considering what they're doing to characters like Lois or even Laura, I can't argue with that.
To be frank, the strike stockpile left the audience and the returned writers on a sour note with each other. While there have been some real positives with their return (Bobbie's memorial week was well done and well-received), there are still a lot of kinks to work out. I was curious about how you felt about their return so far:
43.5% of you felt it was the "same ol crap" from them. No clear improvement, just the usual nonsense.
30.4% of you found their return so far to be so terrible that it made you miss the temps (ngl the weak pov for Trina this week made me miss the temps too).
21.7% of you think the returned writers have come back with interesting story ideas but are executing them badly so far and 4.3% of you agree the ideas are interesting but also think they're executing them well.
So, for the most part, trust in these writers remains low. The vibes are wary and pessimistic with the return of the union writers. Maybe I'll ask this question again in a month or two to see if the union writers prove us wrong and acquire some consistent goodwill. For now, their welcome back isn't exactly warm.
Last but not least, I wanted to know how you guys are feeling about Trina's teased morally gray era in the midst of the endgame of the sociopathic mooch. Moral grayness is its own spectrum, and I wanted to see where you guys wanted Trina to fall on that spectrum, light gray or darker gray?
In a very exciting turn of events, 73.1% of you said that you want Trina vs. Esme to escalate until Trina is forced to kill that pest in self-defense. You don't want Trina to just dabble in moral quandary. You want her to get blood on her hands. You want to see the full extent of the darker side of her heroine traits like protectiveness.
26.9% of you are more protective over Trina's "pure" status and aren't quite as ready to let go of her as a good girl moral compass yet and you'd rather her send Esme to prison with Victor's evidence. A neat little full circle to the Pandora's Box motif that started in the summer. Trina was against the idea of using fake evidence because it was wrong but changes her mind when she sees the system as is won't contain Esme because she has power people backing her (Laura đ).
Whether you're Team Light Gray Trina or Dark Gray Trina, I think pretty much everyone is ready for our girl to start retaliating because going high hasn't worked out all that well for her.
And so concludes another GH Petty Polls Roundup! You guys were as hilariously and brutally honest as ever in your participation, and I appreciate it. I know everyone isn't as loud in the tag about what they think so I like to see what you quieter ones are thinking. Glad to see you're as messy as the rest of us â€ïž
#general hospital#obviously going under a cut because im not a monster#as a spiteful nik apologist the nava results made me cackle#nik can really come back from a lot of shit đ#but mostly i blame MW for being the ultimate chem queen
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25. Ramble about anything, everything you are dying to tell the world of your WIP.
Sorry you had to wait so long for me to answer your ask, but I held off answering it until I'd have chapter 20 posted. It's the part of my WIP I'd like to ramble about 'cause I feel like quite a lot has happened in there. It will make more sense after reading the chapter, sooo I'd recommend reading the chapter first (it's posted now) then this post!
Max&Nathan doing jigsaw puzzle on the visits
I'm gonna start with a fun one, not really important to the plot . I wondered about the things they can do at the visits, have something that would help them bond as friends. I went for jigsaw puzzle, inspired by my own inexplicable need to assemble a jigsaw puzzle (which I did btw, bought myself a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle and assembled it alone within like a week haha). While I was doing the puzzle, I thought about the size, what kind of assembling strategies they'd have. Yeah, that starts to sound like "method writing" đ
Nathan getting worried about Max's emotional state
Ok, I'm gonna ramble a lot about it, 'cause that's one of my fav things in this chapter,! I love to write nice and sweet scenes with them after so many angsty scenes! One thing that I love about my very slow build is how they slowly warm up to each other, start to trust themselves more to share certain stuff, how they begin to notice odd behavior in each other.
Max being quiet on the visits is something alarming, because she was always rambling about random stuff, so he asks her to tell him about how is she. He's the first one to know about what's bothering her lately, what makes it more easy for her is that he is/was dealing with more severe emotional issues than her, so she assumes he'll understand + won't judge her. And what she assumes turns out to be true.
Surprise, now it's Nathan who's helping Max! How the tables had turned! Yeah... at some point of writing this fic, I think I was writing chapter 6? I figured out that Max will develop some kind of mental issues because of the trauma she went through. One of the tropes? in the caulscott I'm writing is that they both somehow bond over their issues, and the help part (that in many caulscott fics is often one sided) is reciprocated here. It's gonna be explored more in further chapters!
The other patient's breakdown
Something that I came up with to show more of the hospital environment; that it's a relatively calm space for Max and Nathan to form their friendship, but there are also moments when something unnerving can happen, because it's still a psychiatric hospital. It's also for the plot's sake, the breakdown adds some action to a scene, but also serves as a some kind of a parallel to Nathan's situation, in his group therapy he has people who committed crimes like him; and his line "Yes, I did fucked up shit and that's why I'm locked up here with other people who also did fucked up shit. I don't know why are you so shocked." is a great summary to what I was trying to achieve by introducing that OC (? idk if an episodic character counts as oc)
The Nightmare
I decided to do more "Nigtmare Sequences" because of the feedback I've got for it (and because of one of your reviews Kris @kpchrs :DD)
-For the hallway part I have to say that I drew some inspiration for the setting from my interest in dreamcore/liminal spaces -For the second part with flashes were inspired by the nightmare sequence from the original game, the visit scene floating in the void by the Max&Chloe "memory lane" -The part that happens after the "blood red flash", the "worst outcome of that day/alternate universe glimpse" is actually an angsty thought I had once, that "what if things in chapter 1 went not in favor of our protagonist(s)", "What if Jefferson's plan worked?". That's just plain angst(tm) for all the readers from me :")
I really enjoy considering "what if" scenarios, and because LiS' universe heavily connected time travel/parallel worlds, I took the opportunity.
But is it just a nightmare and her brain fearing the worst or a glimpse of an alternate universe? "Our" Max thinks she got to see a glimpse of another universe, mostly because of her alter-ego's implication, but what's the truth is up to the reader's interpretation. I had so much fun writing in the dreamlike, nightmarish setting, and I'm not done with it yet!
The therapy session
An attempt of a rational explanation of Max's powers, one of things that can be found in one of my first outlines. It was supposed to go like she went through multiple therapists, and from the last one she'll hear she made up the powers to cope with a traumatic experience. I think it's a plausible explanation of her powers, especially for like a realistic approach. It's not the typical "character wakes up and realizes everything (supernatural) that happened was a dream" (though "Staying Vertical" by midnight_neverland on AO3 does it SO well), but something in between. I'll see where that will go in my fic 'cause I have a few ideas how to wrap up the Max's powers part, even though it's not a main focus of this fic. But some kind of explanation about why Max had got her powers is something I wish was more explored in the game.
Speaking of the therapist scene, there's a funny thing in context of my new obsession, THG. I named Max's therapist Dr. Collins, because that was what the name generator came up with, before I even started watching THG and got into it. The authors' name is Collins too. I'm gonna leave it like that 'cause I love a funny coincidence đ
Oh, so many things happened in this chapter but at the same time I feel like nothing happened at all đ© I sometimes feel like going in circles with this fic, even though I'm satisfied with my outline and I'm following that outline! Ugh, writing struggles once again! As of right now I have around 10 more chaps planned so the fic would have a nice number of 30 chapters. No one knows what will be left of these plans, 'cause in the original it was supposed to be 20 chapters đ„Č
For anyone that stayed up until now, thanks for reading!đđ
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Week 3 Blog Post Bonnie and Clyde - Chloe Ziegler
The film Bonnie and Clyde came out in 1967 and was directed by Arthur Penn. It was an influential film for its time engaging with themes of crime and action. While typically viewed as a Western Style film, it also brings about a love story between two people, Bonnie and Clyde. Played by Warren Beaty and Faye Dunaway, the two are seen robbing banks and stores nearby as they become more and more comfortable doing it. The film was written by David Newman and Robert Benton after an American couple named Bonnie and Clyde. When the film came out it made almost $50 million in total earnings, while the cost of the film was only about $2.5 million. It was a huge success in the movie industry and for the actors too who played their infamous roles.
https://www.the-numbers.com/movie/Bonnie-and-Clyde-(1967)#tab=summary
Many critics have reviewed this film in the many years that it has been out, but one review I really like is by Roger Ebert. He commends the film for all the different aspects, crime, love, sympathy, action, and overall brilliance. He states that âthis is pretty clearly the best American film of the year. It is also a landmark.â Many other critics feel quite the same about it as well. I believe it deserves all the recognition it has obtained over the many years because for its time, the film serves its main purpose of entertainment. It is action packed and has you wondering what might happen next the whole time.
https://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/bonnie-and-clyde-1967
In 1967 many things happened that were significant to the whole world. One of the important events that happened that year was the launch of the first international satellite television production. The world's first heart transplant was also conducted. This was a huge success in the medical world though as they increased the odds of patients surviving. This year was very important to the innovation and advancement of technology. In an interview conducted with Warren Beatty he explains the personality of Clyde from his perspective and he came to be in the film.Â
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The film is an older film that fits the Western style type movies at the time. Featuring the use of shootouts and runaways gangs, the couple refers to their group as the Barrow gang. It is unique in the sense that the film sparked a new era in film making as a crime movie. From my perspective it was the acting and excitement of the film that drew me in from the start. At one point in the movie Clyde says âNow Ms. Parker, donât you believe what you read in all them newspapers. Thatâs the law talkinâ there. They want us to look big so they gonna look big when they catch us. And they ainât gonna catch us.â While the two are starting out their journey of being troublemakers, they find themselves easily causing trouble all while falling in love with each other making us wonder how this may end for the two.
The film is based off of a real life couple who lived during the time of the great depression in the 1930âs. The film however, seeks to portray the love story and dramatic effects of the crimes. It is not accurate in the sense of the real life events that occurred but it is inspired by them. It also won a Grammy in 1969 for Best Original Score Written for a Motion Picture. The film follows many of Trompenauerâs dimensions, such as individualism, affective in emotions, and following an external direction (love). Some of the underlying themes found in the film include the power of the law and even importance of family. I think this could relate to the world at the time this was filmed. Clyde Barrow, played by Warren Beaty played an amazing role in the movie especially committed to his part that it made the viewers attached as well. By the end of the movie he says âYou know what you done there? You told my story; you told my whole story right there. One time, I told you I was gonna make you somebody. Thatâs what you done for me. You made me somebody theyâre gonna remember.â His story is definitely one that people remember and is special in the way that he starts out as the bad guys and then becomes attached to Bonnie in their adventures.
At the time this movie was filmed (1967) it was definitely unconventional. It featured elements of violence, specifically with guns, and sex and romance. It was typically unseen in the movie industry at the time. However, it followed conventional patterns of rising to the action and then the bad guys eventually get caught. I believe that the ending would be considered unconventional too though because it doesnât end how we all wanted it to. Sadly, the couple die in a shootout and the rest of their friends are caught by the police.
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I was tagged by @starrybluezâ to answer these questions. Thank you, Dina! đ
1. Â What are you currently reading? : Â Gulf Coast Girl by Charles Williams
2. Â Whatâs your favorite movie you saw in theaters this past year? : Â I havenât been to a movie theater since 2014.
3. Â What do you usually wear? : Â If Iâm at home Iâm wearing my pajamas or sweatpants. When I get dressed up, I wear dresses, skirts, and suit jackets. I usually wear black tights instead of pantyhose cause I donât like wasting and they never last. After one use, theyâre ruined. Ripping at the bottom of my foot.
4. Â How tall are you? :Â 5 feet 7 and 1/2 inches without shoes.
5. Â Whatâs your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event? : Â I am a Libra. Iâm blessed to share my birthday (September 24th) with many gifted people in history. Phil Hartman, Linda McCartney, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Jim Henson, etc. Some historical events on September 24th include - In 1657, the first autopsy and coronerâs verdict is recorded. 1789, the United States Post Office Department is established. 1930, the play âPrivate Livesâ premieres in London. 1952, Colonel Sanders opens the first Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) restaurant. 1957, the song Jailhouse Rock by Elvis Presley is released. 1964, âThe Munstersâ premieres on television. 1977, âThe Love Boatâ premieres on television.
6. Â Do you go by your name or a nickname? :Â I go by many names and Iâm never opposed to any nickname that someone thinks of for me. I love my name Elizabeth because itâs perfect for my old soul. My parents have called me âMiss Bethâ since I was a baby. I chose âLibbyâ for others to call me, because itâs not as common. Iâve liked it since I first heard it used in the movie âWhat A Girl Wantsâ when I was a kid. My boss calls me âSquirrelyâ , âBootsyâ and âLittle Oneâ.
7. Â Did you grow up to be what you wanted to be as a child? :Â Sadly no. Iâve tried before, but Iâm not brave enough.
8. Â Whatâs something youâre good at vs. something youâre bad at? : Â I have an excellent memory and I pray to never lose it. Iâm not good at being overly busy. I get overwhelmed if thereâs too much going on within a few days. I like to know plans ahead of time. Last minute changes make me nervous.
9. Dog or Cats? : Â I squeal about every animal! They all deserve love.
10. Â If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this past year? :Â I did a childrenâs face painting job over the summer, and these were some of the illustrations I drew for the designs.
11. Â What's something you would like to create content for?: Â I would enjoy creating collage artwork for vinyl covers and greeting cards.
12. Â Whatâs something youâre currently obsessed with? : Â Reading historical romance novels.
13. Â Whatâs a hidden talent of yours? : Â Iâve always used my singing voice, but Iâve rarely ever sang in front of other people. Iâm not comfortable with people being awestruck over me. Iâm completely flattered of course, but it feels awkward when itâs about my voice because itâs such an intimate part of me.
14. Â Are you religious? : Â Iâm very spiritual, but not religious.
15. Â Are you in a relationship? : Â Iâm smitten for a British gentleman. My cat Filipp is also a committed relationship. I worship him. He is my king. đđ
16. Â Whatâs something you wish to have at this moment? : Â Every day I wish that my mom could remain timelessly alive - looking and being exactly as she is now. I know that her soul will live forever, but I wish her body could to. It will destroy me when I canât feel her hugs anymore. She is my best friend and the most sacred love that Iâll ever have.
I tag :  @rhavewellyarnbagâ , @calliopekenobiâ , @raylangivens-hatâ , @silveryladystarâ , @thetombofalfalfaâ  Just if youâd like to :)Â
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AoT Ending Ramblings
The ending of acclaimed manga Attack on Titan, as could be expected from a famously controversial series, was met with a lot of controversy itself, with some fans praising it and others claiming that it turned the whole series on its head and ruined it. As tends to be the case with controversial endings, I personally liked it. Iâm not going to go over every single thing that happened and this should be pretty short, but I wanted to touch on some things, mostly peopleâs concern with the famous genocide committed by Eren (which many, even fans, accused the series of glorifying) and the militarization of Paradis by the Jaegerists.
First of all, to clear up the genocide thing, I want to post this interview I was shown by my brother a while ago.
[Isayama talking about how saying âitâs okay to killâ may be more meaningful in a story than âdo not killâ because it will cause the reader to think âof course itâs wrong, what are you talking about?â. He says âif you have a message you want to convey, you may not necessarily want to draw the manga as you want to convey itâ. The next paragraph has his editor discussing how âI didnât mean to condone the on-site massacre at allâ and Isayama was worried about the controversy and people accusing it of supporting genocide. The editor goes on to say that this could be a good thing. Paraphrased: âCompared to a real war where people die and only then do people think âgenocide is badâ if people read Attack on Titan and think itâs pro-genocide and then feel bad about it, then the same message was conveyed without anyone needing to die in real lifeâ.]
There you have it. Isayama and his editor DONâT condone genocide after all and there was actual concern over people interpreting it this way.
âArmin thanks Eren for committing genocide!â
That still doesnât mean the story is condoning what happened. I understand peopleâs discomfort at this scene, itâs objectively uncomfortable for a character to thank another character after he commits mass murder. But immediately after this he calls what heâs doing âa terrible mistakeâ. Armin doesnât condone this genocide, but he sympathizes with Eren and feels a strange gratitude for his intention to save his small group of people. Itâs too late to undo the horrific damage Eren did, but he wants to make the best of the tragedy and not let it go in vain. Armin and Mikasa love Eren unconditionally. They have throughout the entire series. Even after all the terrible things he does they still love him through the very end. I think Arminâs line speaks more towards this love for his friend and less towards him being glad the genocide happened, which he clearly isnât. I understand peopleâs discomfort and interpretations with it, though. But guess what, so does Isayama!
Isayama thinks the way he drew that scene was immature and that it made it so it could be interpreted the way people did. He goes on to clarify that Armin doesnât approve of Erenâs actions at all, but he benefited from them anyway. According to Isayama, he wanted to say goodby to Eren and tell him he was also an accomplice.
The Jaegerists take control of Paradis with their military. I disagree with any idea that this was supposed to be a good ending for Paradis in the story. I may have been confused or disappointed if this series just ended on the bittersweet note of the bird pulling Mikasaâs scarf and her thanking Eren for wrapping it for her, and all the characters living happily and discussing peace talks. It would have been like, âOkay, so Paradis was taken over by a fascist military and everything is fine now?â. But that is not how the story ended.
After a small montage of peaceful images by the tree Eren was laid to rest, we then see a chilling image in the far future of the now modern city being bombed. Then the tree is shown in the distance past a pile of rubble. This means the âpeaceâ Erenâs grand plan brought was only temporary and unsustainable. This means rule under the Jaegerists and Paradisâ militarization was unsustainable. The violence inevitably came back, and Paradis is now covered in rubble.
The very last panel has a boy and his dog approaching Erenâs tree, similar to the tree Ymir approached. I take this to mean that the cycle of the story is only meant to continue.
It should at least be cleared up by the interviews that the creator never ever intended to glorify genocide in this series. I also think the panels depicting Paradis being bombed clarifies that the island becoming a military state under the Jaegerists was not a good thing, and it inevitably lead to more war in the future. However, I do think (as does the actual creator of the series) that some of the points could have been clarified and portrayed better. The ending to me felt like a lot was trying to be wrapped up in a small amount of space. Isayama even says that he had a hard time conveying and wrapping up the themes and feels sorry for fans he disappointed.
But whatever your feelings or opinions are of the ending, I think itâs important to clear up that this ending, and this whole series, never meant to condone genocide and the extreme nationalism of Paradis, and any accusation of such is ignoring real interviews as well as the themes that have consistently existed in the series.
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â pretty little sinner â
Hihi!! Taz here with this accounts first ((technically second)) post! This ones a full fic so itâs v lengthy
warnings: dubcon, noncon is you squint, size kin, dirty talk, talk of breeding, oral, religious themes, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia, talk of corruption, did i mention degradation? cus we went a lil ham on degration, very rough in general, no like seriously kuroos hella mean here
please mind the warnings and leave if your uncomfortable with any listed!!
wc: 7.6k
The whole small town that you had lived in had known you and your parents as the perfect catholic family, and why would they have any reason to not believe that? After all, you were always such a good girl. The pride and joy of your parentsâ lives, you did good in school, never complained about chores, and attended church every Sunday. Thatâs right, you were the perfect little catholic school girl.Â
That's what drew you into him.Â
You looked so innocent, so pure, so breakable, he just had to have you.Â
And that cute little cross necklace you wore to show your faith? He just wanted to rip it off of you. Have you worship him instead.Â
When you had spoken to him you didnât imagine what he would actually be like. Heâd put up such a sweet facade. But that's all it was.Â
A facade.Â
âWhatâs someone as pretty as you doing in a place like this, Dollface?â Came out the velvety voice of the walking personification of temptation himself; Kuroo Tetsuro.Â
You had heard about him through whispered rumors throughout the halls. He had an infamous reputation. But rumors were just that. Rumors.
So you humored him.Â
âAtâŠ.The corner store? Iâm getting snacks, what does it look like?â You had to giggle. It was such a foolish question. So foolish that you didnât know the weight that it had held.Â
He had you hook, line, and sinker, you were just too innocent to realize. And he had been oh so sweet to accept your invitation to church on Sunday! Of course, you had to ask him, the house of God was as good a place to get to know someone as any. Much better than a dingy corner store anyway.Â
His words were sweet and charming, even for just a small chat. There was a look on his face that made you suspect something, but the way he spoke pushed your suspicions.Â
So when Sunday came and you saw him waiting for you at the door, in what appeared was his normal attire, you still gave him a big smile and waved him over to where you and your parents were.Â
âKuroo! You made it!â You wanted to embrace him in a hug, but you felt that would be a little too familiar for someone you had only met yesterday at a convenience store. âOf course I made it, I wouldnât blow someone as cute as you off.â He spoke, caressing your cheek.Â
Of course he wasn't nervous about being too familiar.Â
You felt the warmth rush to your cheeks, the affection catching you off guard.Â
âSorry if I seem a bit underdressed.â He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, though it seemed as if he didnât care. His attire could be deemed inappropriate for a church setting. His ripped jeans, loose-fitting button-up shirt, Jordan Retros, contrasting with your pure white short sleeve blouse, frilly plaid green and black skirt, and shining black Mary Janes, and of course that shiny cross necklace that hung so prettily from your neck.Â
You giggled, âNo worries! Iâm sure if you had shown up naked the lord wouldnât turn you away.âÂ
And there you went again, going on about how the lord would love anyone, sinner or saint. Heâd wondered how you would react if you knew the sins he had committed, had planned to commit.Â
He wondered what filthy sins such a precious girl like you were hiding under that short little skirt of yours.Â
He couldnât wait to find out.Â
You had taken your seat in the far back pews, opting to sit in between him and your parents. Youâd been paying attention to your pastor, up until you felt a warm, calloused hand rest itself on your thigh.Â
You looked up with a curious look, but Kuroo seemed to be more focused on the word of the holy father than you, so you relaxed at his touch. Keyword; seemed.Â
And that wasnât all he was planning to do, unfortunately for you.Â
He rubbed up and down your upper thigh, occasionally squeezing the soft flesh between your skirtâs end and your thigh highs beginning, pushing your skirt just a little higher up your thighs to get more space.Â
At that moment you thought you'd absolutely die if your parents looked over at the sinful act that was going on between you two, but when you looked over they were both too caught up in the pastorâs prayer to notice anything.Â
His hand moved inward, causing your breath to hitch. His fingers practically brushed against your core, causing you to let out a gasp. It was loud enough for just him to hear but low enough to where your parents wouldnât suspect anything.Â
You placed a hand on his wrist, signaling it was not the time for this. He simply flashed a smirk, never looking down your way. His fingers made their way to your panties, gently rubbing against your folds, you ended up dampening the garments in the process.Â
You sucked in your breath, now holding onto his wrist with a feverish grip, notifying him just how on edge you were.Â
âTime for the communion! Everyone, form a line, children, teenagers, then adults.â Father announced.
You let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding in.Â
Your pastor had just saved you from eternal damnation.Â
You and Kuroo walked in line, behind a couple of kids and in front of a few more teens. He rubbed down your shoulders and arms, sending chills down your spine.Â
You held your hands behind your back as children took their crackers which were symbolic of the flesh of Jesus, their âwineâ symbolic of the blood of Christ, and scattered back to their seats.Â
When it was your turn, Kuroo made sure to keep a keen eye on the way your head tilted back ever so slightly when you had opened your mouth for the cracker to be placed on your tongue.Â
He wondered what other situations you would be in such an arguably compromising position.Â
You ate the cracker and took the small, plastic shot glass-like cup with you back to your seat.Â
âNah,â Kuroo shook his head, declining the offer of the cracker, and took the cup, downing it and throwing it in the small trash bin next to the pastor, walking back to his seat, not looking back.Â
He sat back down next to you, his hands in his pockets this time. You stared ahead, waiting for anything to happen, the tension between you two was so thick you could cut it with a knife.Â
Suddenly, he leaned down to your ear, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath on your neck. âBy the way, you get so fucking wet. Itâd be pathetic if it weren't so adorable.â He hummed, sending heat straight to your core.Â
You gasped at his words, looking up at him as he leaned back up. âKuroo!â You whispered. âYou shouldnât curse in the house of the lord!âÂ
He looked down at you and chuckled slightly.Â
âOh princess, if it were just us here Iâd do so much worse.â He teased, making your eyes widen. Heat rushed over your body, causing you to break eye contact with him. His gaze became too much to bear.Â
Your parents and pastor had warned you of temptation before, but you had always thought it would be easy to overcome. You would have never thought that it could be something like this. His words and gentle touches felt like too much yet not enough all at the same time.Â
You wanted it all to stop, but yet you wanted to beg for more.Â
But you had to keep your composure, God's eyes were on you, you reminded yourself.Â
But all you could feel was his eyes on. They were fixated on you. The thought alone of that insatiable look in his eye made your thighs pressed together and your throat run dry. It all made your head reel.Â
And just like that, it was over.Â
You had been so lost in thought that it took Kuroo shaking you to make you notice everyone getting up and gathering outside for the weekly catch-ups that turned, âjust a few minutes dear, and then I swear weâll leave,â into 30 minutes and plans to babysit Mrs. Johnson's grandsons next weekend.Â
âIs it time to go?â Kuroo asked you, wrapping his arms around your waist.Â
âOnly the adults are leaving, the teenagers and children stay for Sunday school, thatâs why Iâm wearing this outfit.â You whispered to him.Â
He went silent until he proposed an idea that caught you way off guard. âWe should go back to my place for bible study, I might be able to show you a different type of God.âÂ
Your eyebrows raised at the sudden invitation, you didnât know what he meant by that, but you know itâd be rude to decline such an offer since he had come to Sunday worship despite his belief in this âother type of godâ.Â
Before you could answer he tapped your motherâs shoulder, catching the attention of both of your parents.Â
âIâm sorry to interrupt, but can I speak to you for a second?â He asked politely. Your parents said their goodbyes to Sister Elise and stepped away with you and Kuroo. âYes?â Came the voice of your mother.Â
âWould it be alright if me and your sweet daughter here, a real angel if I do say so, could go back to mine so we can go over the Psalms? I would offer to do it over the phone but the lordâs word can only be understood in person.â Itâs like he had the good Christian boy next door role down pact.Â
Your parents looked at each other worriedly. âI donât know, will there be a guardian to watch over you two?â Your father asked. âYes sir, my fathers at work, but my mother will be there. I promise Iâll have her home at a reasonable time.â He promised.
Oh yeah, he has this little act down to the T, not like you could see through it though. You were so naive and thought that you could bring out the good in him with the help of good. How foolish.Â
Your father looked at his watch. âIt's five now, so have her home no later than eight. Understood?â âCrystal clear, thank you, sir. Shall we get going?â He asked you, a perfect and pure smile plastered on his face.Â
He was too perfect, your parents already adored him.Â
Too bad it was only to get in your pants.Â
âââ
You were on his bed. His room smelled of pinewood and lavender. You drowned in the scent, loving every second of it.Â
His room was nothing like yours, he had deep red walls, wooden floors, and everything looked to be either black or red, barely any other colors being seen other than the clothes in his closet, and some other things you couldnât identify, but he shut it before you could get a good look.Â
âSorry if my room is a bit dirty, I didnât think about cleaning up before inviting you.â He apologized, closing the curtains.Â
You loved the way he spoke, it was like his words were coated with chocolate. His luscious and velvety voice made you think things, things the lord would frown upon.Â
âNo worries! Nobodyâs perfect.â You kindly reassured him with a polite smile.Â
Heâd think differently, you were a goddess in his eyes. Every part of you, even everything he couldnât see, not that heâd be in the dark for much longer.Â
He chuckled, his eyes wandering down your figure, undressing you with his eyes, as you sat innocently on his bed waiting for whatever he might do.Â
âSo whereâs your mom?â You asked innocently, catching him off guard. âWhat?â âYou said your mom was here, where is she? I didnât see her when we walked in.âÂ
Heâd already forgotten. Typical.Â
âOh, sheâs probably taking a nap.â He lied with ease.Â
He didnât think he'd be able to forgive himself if he was in the presence of his mother while thinking about such ungodly things. He planned to defile you, and he wanted to be the only one who even got close to experiencing you in such a state. Â
âOh well-uhm...Iâll be sure to be quiet so I donât disturb her.âÂ
He held in a chuckle. There was no way that you would be quiet, no way you could be quiet when he got his way.
âSoâŠ. While I have no real interest in changing faiths, I have to ask about the god that you worship.âÂ
He had you right where he wanted you.Â
He hovered over your frame at the edge of the bed, him standing and towering over you. Heâd lifted your chin to look up at him with the tips of his fingers and said in a delightfully sinful tone,Â
âOh baby,â He leaned in close to your ear, you could feel his hot breath on your sensitive skin. âIâm the new god, and you're gonna worship me like Iâm your true creator.âÂ
You felt yourself shrink, yes at the way he was menacingly towering over you, but at the way he describes his Godâno, himself.Â
âYou-youâre...the god you were talking about?â You stammered, your hands on his chest, trying to make some distance between you and his dominating presence.Â
Sadly to no avail.Â
âMhm, and youâre going to be a good girl and obey me, understood?âÂ
 "Y-yes, sir."Â
"Awe look at you, using your manners without me having to tell you. Keep that up and you just might get a reward." He cooed.
You felt a familiar heat pool at the pit of you.Â
What was he going to do to you? What were these sudden temptations? And most importantly why did you want more.Â
This was god testing you, and you were failing miserably.Â
You wanted so badly to give in to your desires. To leave behind the life of that sweet innocent angel that everyone once knew, you wanted to give yourself wholly to your new one and only savior.Â
You were really doing this.Â
You were abandoning the only faith youâd ever known for some stranger.Â
For all you know he could be a demon from hell himself, here to stray you away from the path the lord had originally sent you to. No, he couldnât be a demon. He was so sweet when the two of you had first met, and he was so polite when addressing your parents.Â
You felt like Eve, being tempted with such a delicious specimen by the devil himself. So when he pushed his lips against yours harshly, like Eve, you gave in.Â
His lips molded perfectly against yours. Your tongues were dancing in an elegant waltz that could only be described as heavenly. His lips tasted so sweet on yours. If this was the forbidden fruit you would happily taste it again and again.Â
His hands roamed your backside, hiking your skirt up so he could get a feel of your cotton panties. Your breathing sped, feeling him caress your clad ass. Youâd always been told to never let anyone touch you like this unless youâre married, but I guess your god was the only exception.Â
Thatâs right. Kuroo was god now, and you had to let him do whatever you want.
Suddenly, he roughly pulled your skirt off, throwing it behind him. You whimpered, afraid he mightâve ripped your skirt.Â
Feeling his rough hands run up your sides and into your shirt, he stopped kissing you to look down, causing you to let out a whine, missing the feeling of his lips on yours.Â
âAwe baby, donât look so sad, Iâll get your mouth back to work real soon.â He whispered, trying to unbutton your shirt. Trying.Â
You could tell he was getting frustrated at how the buttons wouldnât come undone.Â
He groaned loudly, grabbing an open hole of your blouse and ripping it open, making the buttons of your shirt fly everywhere. You gasped, whining because now you didnât have anything to come home in.Â
âKuroo! How am I supposed to go home without a shirt?â You whined, hearing him chuckle soon after.Â
âHush, youâll be fine donât worry, you wonât be needing it anytime soon.â Kuroo reassured with a smirk.
He unclipped your bra and threw it behind him, looking down hungrily at your tits, admiring how perfect they were. He cupped one of them and proceeded to place the other in his mouth. You let out a soft moan, awakening something fierce in him.Â
âOh fuck, I canât wait to hear more of those sweet sounds, princess. Thatâs right, let it all out for me baby.âÂ
He kissed up your chest and to your neck, peppering kisses and bite marks on you. Claiming you.Â
He bit down on a certain spot, making you moan out, your fingers getting intertwined with the back of his hair. Your legs clung onto his waist as he abused the spot with his mouth, leaving dark hickeys.Â
Your moans became needier when he brought his knee up to your cunt, grinding it right against your clit, making you wetter by the second.Â
You felt high on ecstasy, the pleasure becoming heavenly, but what made everything pure bliss was his words.Â
The way heâd call you his baby, his princess in between kisses, and the best of all, his little sinner.Â
Being called his sinner made you feel a different type of feeling. It felt wrong, you could feel the heavens looking down on you in disappointment with each response you gave him.Â
Yes, youâd be giving up your oath to stay pure until marriage, but if itâs your god taking your virginity, what harm could be done?
When he lifted up off you, you were snapped from your pleasure.Â
He was looking down at your body and you resting upwards on your elbows, wondering why heâd left.Â
âGet on your knees.â It wasn't a request. It was an order. One that you, of course, didnât even think to disobey.Â
So there you sat. All pretty and kneeling in front of him as if he was an alter.Â
 You looked like such a perfect slut in his eyes. Who knew that such an innocent little virgin could look like the perfect whore.Â
He wouldnât tell you that though. No, he wanted to warm you up first. Call you such sweet names, make you feel like his precious baby girl and then let you know just how much of a dirty slut he thought you were.
Knew you were.Â
All you needed was a push in the right direction. And he would provide that push.Â
âNow you want to know how to appease your god, donât you?âÂ
You nodded from in between his legs enthusiastically.Â
âWell, first, you have to atone for your sins. Now how would we go about doing that?âÂ
You didnât answer. You didnât know what to say.Â
âCâmon baby, be a good girl and use your words. How would you atone for your sins? Think about the position you're in before you answer.âÂ
You looked down at your legs which were folded underneath you and looked back up at him.Â
âP-Prayer?âÂ
He couldnât help but laugh at your innocence. âOh princess, so innocent even in such a vulgar position baby. Youâre gonna atone for your sins by sucking me off. You don't want me to be mad, do you?âÂ
Of course you didnât. You didnât even understand what sins you had even committed, but if Kuroo says youâve sinned, you'll let him do anything to make you holy again.Â
He stood up and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock and waving it teasingly over you.Â
âNow stick out your tongue.âÂ
You did as you were told, eyes never leaving his cock. It was the only one youâd ever seen, and the only one you ever wanted to see. It was a good 7 or 8 inches and about 4 inches wide in girth.Â
It had the drool pooling at the bottom of your tongue before falling on your thigh high socks. It felt every bit as sinful as it looked and it had your panties soaked. You'd grinded against yourself for some sort of friction.Â
âAwe, so pretty for me, now listen to me, you're gonna take everything I give you, ok princess?âÂ
You nodded, feeling as if your voice would betray if you tried to speak.Â
âWhatâd I say about using your words? Such a shame, you were being so good earlier.âÂ
âSorry sir, please donât be mad, I promise Iâll-I'll take it all. I'll be so good for you.â The words were coming out faster than you could control. If someone would have told you that you would be in that predicament about a week ago you would have laughed in their face. But here you were, begging for him to do something, anything.Â
You sounded absolutely brain dead and he loved it.Â
âAh, yeah thatâs it, thatâs my good girl.â He said grabbing you by your hair and gently guiding you down his shaft.Â
âFuck baby, âgonna train this throat so well youâll be ready to worship this cock with your mouth anytime of any day.â He growled, lowering your head down faster, soon hearing you gag over his length. You felt tears prick your eyes as he finally thrusted his full length in your mouth, going well past your limits.Â
He lets out a dark chuckle, suddenly being cut off by a throaty moan.Â
âAh f-fuck princess youâre being such a good girl, now remember to breathe through your nose.â He reminded you, resulting in you looking up at him and nodding, letting him know you understood.Â
Your parents would disown you if they knew what you were doing. Your pastor and priest wouldnât even think of speaking to you. Youâd only have Kuroo, but that doesnât sound too bad. After all, you had devoted your life to your religion in the past, so what would be so different now? Youâd just be able to indulge in such fine luxuries as getting facefucked after church.Â
He put his other hand on your head, roughly shoving your head down, matching the bucking upwards of his hips. The action erupted a loud groan from him, throwing his head back.Â
You could feel him all the way down your throat.Â
âOh yeah, thatâs my good girl, fucking hell baby girl,â he moaned, you could feel his thrusting start to get uneven, your throat not having anymore time to adjust to his size and abuse.Â
His pace was absolutely brutal but you sat there, taking everything he gave you.
On the inside you were smiling, happy to please your god, you felt so proud of yourself for making him feel good. Being his good little girl. His obedient little worshipper.Â
Your eyes became watery, the way he roughly thrusted into your mouth made your throat hurt, which made your eyes water.Â
He bit his lip, lowering the sound of the grunt he let out. âMmf, baby you look so pretty right now, such a pretty fucking princess for me.â He grunted.Â
You didnât feel pretty, though. Your face was covered in tears, sweat, makeup, and ran down mascara. Your hair was under Kurooâs grip, messily overlapping his hands. Strings of drool were hanging from your plump lips onto your thighs, not to mention your soaked panties.Â
Kuroo on the other hand looked heaven sent. Hair messily askew and face tinted slightly red. Biting his lip while sweat slid down his forehead. He looked like he was graced by God.
He looked like he was graced by God.
You felt ashamed at how wet you got by just looking at him, but fuck was he sexy.Â
He shoved your head down quicker and quicker, thrust harder into your mouth. âFuck, fuck baby youâre gonna-youâre gonna make meââ His groans became more and more breathy, and his working became more and more sloppy, until you felt a warm, thick, sticky liquid coat the insides of your mouth.Â
The foreign substance tasted bitter and you wanted to spit itâ
âAh ah,â he sang, grabbing your chin to make you look up at him.Â
You looked disgusting. He wanted to see you like this more often.
 âBe good and swallow for me, baby girl.âÂ
You gulped down the liquid, feeling it still in your throat, but it didnât bother you enough to where you couldnât breath.Â
âDi-did I do good, sir?â You sounded absolutely broken, and it was like music to his ears.Â
âYou did amazing, I donât think Iâve ever cum so hard. Does your face feel alright?â He cooed, tucking himself back into his pants.Â
âMy jaw hurts, and so does my throat, but Iâm glad I got to make you feel good.âÂ
Kuroo smirked, admiring what he molded you into. Such a dedicated disciple, you deserve an award. âNow itâs your turn. Come on, hop up on the bed for me,â he commanded, patting the spot on his bed beside him.Â
You did so eagerly, not wanting to break your obedience streak. You sat on your feet, your hands resting on each of your thighs, smiling with the light shining beautifully in your eyes.Â
Even as the mascara ran down your cheek, you looked so beautiful to him.Â
âLay down.â He softly said. You obeyed, as usual, keeping your legs closed in the air. You had no idea what he was thinking of doing.Â
âSpread them for me, babes.â He commanded. You were confused, why did he want your legs spread?Â
âWait, why?â You asked innocently. His eyebrows furrowed.
 âBecause I said so. Youâre not really denying the word of your lord, are you?â
Of course you didnât. You were completely devoted to him, so without further hesitation you spread your legs. He pulled your drenched panties up off you and threw them somewhere in the room.Â
He ducked himself inbetween your thighs and planted your thighs on the side of his head with a secure grip.Â
âW-Wait!â You squeaked out.Â
âWhatâs wrong baby? Youâve been such a good girl, and good girls deserve rewards now donât they?â He acts like this is for you, when in all honesty itâs all been for him. This whole time heâs only been fulfilling his desires of turning you from a sweet and innocent princess into a filthy fucked out whore and he knows this will only speed the process a bit, you just so happen to be getting some pleasure out of it.Â
âYeah I gue- Ah!â A moan cut you off when you felt him lick up your wet folds, moaning your legs jolt up and your back arch.Â
He plunged his tongue into you, his thick tongue thrusts into you, making your moans come out in squeaks. You felt absolutely amazing already.Â
His tongue circled around your clit, pushing his tongue in and out of you in patterns; leaving his tongue in, out, for a second, then in again going back to sucking and circling.
Your moans became higher and breathier each time his tongue circled your clit, it drove him absolutely crazy.
He was...spelling something? You could feel it as he kept making the same trails around your cunt.Â
K,
U,
R,
O,
O.Â
Kuroo.Â
âMmph, Kuroo, more pleaseâŠâ You moaned tugging at his hair. He slid his thumb up your thigh, rubbing your clit as he pushed his tongue deeper in you, prodding your sweet spot.
The sudden action made you cry out in pleasure, tugging at his hair. He moaned from under you at the sudden mix of pain and pleasure on his scalp.
Kuroo stuck his tongue in and out of you, continuing to rub your clit with his thumb. You felt a tingling sensation grow low in your stomach, making your grip tighten on Kurooâs hair and while your other frantically grabbed at his sheets, the foreign feeling traveling through your entire being.Â
You moaned his name, wanting to ask him what the sensation was, but your mind only focused on him, making barely anything come out other than moans and his name.Â
His fingers sped up as his tongue explored your walls. The sensation made you tighten, sending chills through your core as the pressure became too much to process alone.
Your legs twitched as your orgasm rocked through you, your eyes rolling back, gripping his hair tightly.
All that you could think of in that moment was Kuroo. KurooKurooKurooKuroo. It was a repeating mantra in your mind.
Your walls tightened around Kurooâs tongue, a moan squeaking from your throat. Your grip tightened as you came, covering his tongue. You came from your high slowly, allowing you to let out a satisfied sigh.Â
You smiled peacefully as he hungrily lapped at your clit, making sure not to let a single drop of your cum slip from his tongue.Â
As he pulled out his fingers and lifted up from your body, you relaxed, your legs falling and your hand bringing itself to rest upon your stomach.Â
He came up and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, making sure you could taste yourself on his tongue. You tried pushing him away, not liking the taste of yourself, but he slapped your thigh, taking your hands and holding both of them above your head.Â
You whimpered squirming, uncomfortable with him holding you down. You shook your head in the kiss, trying to get away, but he only took this as an invitation to slide his tongue into your mouth.Â
You moaned into the kiss, feeling your body temperature rise as he rocked against you, grinding against your thigh. The foreign feeling felt weird, but knowing you were giving him pleasure did cloud your mind with a hazy fog.Â
He parted ways from the kiss and looked down on you.Â
You looked so fucked out, and the real fun hadnât even started yet. He wondered how you would be able to take him all the way, the thought of you not being able to handle all of him snuck its way into his mind and making him groan.Â
You would look so cute crying that it was all too big, how it wouldnât fit. The money heâd pay to see that, heâd bow down and pray to any god to see that image and keep it in his mind forever.Â
He leaned up and loomed over you, caging you with his hands on either side of your head. His eyes were dark with lust. It struck a tinge of fear in you.Â
He unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out, and spread your legs once more.
Leaning down, he whispered in your ear. "Do you think you're worthy enough for my cock princess?"Â
"Huh!?"Â
"Awe, what did you think was gonna happen sweetheart? You thought it'd be that easy to make up for your sinsâ"
"But you saidâ" you felt tears prick your eyes. You didn't think you were ready for such a big step before marriage. You two weren't even dating!
"But you saidâ" He mocked in a whiny voice. "I know what I said, and now I'm saying," he pulled you by the cross on your necklace.Â
"That I'm gonna fuck you until youâre too fucked out to even think about anything else. I'll turn you into such a pretty whore that you'll feel dirty even thinking about stepping foot in that church. Do you understand slut?"
Whore? Slut? Where was this coming from? Heâd been so nice to you. You wouldnât think heâd call you such degrading names. It was like a switch had been flipped inside him.Â
You looked down at his size, causing you to whimper in fear for your small body.Â
Kuroo squeezed your cheeks in one hand roughly, making you whine, your eyes watering. âUse your words, you dumb bitch. Do you or do you not understand what Iâm saying?â He repeated.Â
You nodded. âI-I understa-stand.â You hiccuped, hugging your arms.
You weâre borderline sobbing at this point. This wasnât the smooth and sweet guy who chatted you up in the convenience store. This wasnât the sweet christian boy your parents knew. This man was Lucifer himself.
And now, your new lord and saviour.Â
You didnât know what you were getting yourself into. You should have never given him the benefit of the doubt. Everyone was right about him. He was just a mean playboy jerk who treated women like shi-
âAwe donât cry sweetheart. You were doing so good just a minute ago.â His sweet and comforting tone snapped you from your thoughts, and you felt your mind become just a bit less panicked about the whole situation. âAlthough, you do look awfully pretty when you cry⊠hm⊠How bout this; Iâll just make you feel so good to where your instant reaction is to cry. That way I get to see that cute little tear-stained face, and you get to have my expert cock. How does that sound, princess?âÂ
You nodded, feeling like if you opened your mouth only sobs would come out.Â
âWhat did I say about your words?â He quickly chastised.Â
âS-Sorry. Yes sir I-Iâd like thatâŠâÂ
âThat's a good girl,â The praise made your chest bubble with joy. You were happy that you could be seen as good in his eyes after all the disgusting things he had just called you.Â
âNow hereâs the worst part.âÂ
And that was all the warning you got before he rammed his cock into you. It was the worst pain that you had ever felt. The agonizing stretch, the unfamiliar feeling of being so full, it all was too painful to bear. So you did exactly what he planned and cried.Â
He thought of going slow, he really did, but then he wouldnât be able to see you and those absolutely gorgeous tear streaks.Â
âKuroo, it hurts! Itâs too much! Take it out please!â You sobbed out.Â
He laughed at you. âAww poor baby, is it too much?âÂ
âGood.â He said with another slam of his hips. âYou seemâfuckâ to forget what weâreâoh god your so fucking tightâdoing this for. You were acting like a bitch in church. In the house of yourâshitâprecious lord.â He said the last point in a mocking tone. âAnd now you're just paying for your sins to your new god.â He breathed out while continuing to thrust into you at a brutal pace.Â
You could only cry harder as he fucked you with such vigor. The stretch was so painful and with every rough thrust he hit your cervix dead on. It was absolute torture.Â
So you 're confused as to why the pain slowly subsided and turned to pleasure. Were you⊠enjoying this? No. There was no way. You didnât even get a real say in what was happening. So why weâre tiny gasps coming out faster than you could stop them? And why did your hips start to move down to match his thrusts.Â
âHow do you thi-think your parents would react to your sinful actions right now? Huh, you dumb slut? Bet theyâd be so disappointed to see that their precious little girl is nothing but a pretty little sinner huh? Say it! Fuck- Say youâre a sinner, and make sure the neighbors can hear you say it.âÂ
âB-but your mom..!âÂ
âYou actually believed that?â He laughed. His laughing consisted of grunts and groans, making his laughing time out. âYouâre such a fucking dumbass, you know that? I wouldnât be touching your disgusting ass if my mother was home.â He growled, making more tears stream down your face.Â
You whined, covering your face because of the absurd amount of embarrassment you felt.Â
âOh no no no, donât cover your beautiful face now!â He grunted, taking both of your wrists and holding them above your head.Â
With only the bottom half of his cock fucking into you, his thrusts were long and deep, making sure you felt it in your stomach. Your eyes rolled back with each agonizingly painful and deep thrust, your nails ripping off your skins from balling your fists.Â
âOh fuckkkk you're so tight for me.â Kuroo groaned. âHowâs such a slut like you got such a tight pussy?âÂ
It was obvious that the question was rhetorical as he started to slow his thrusts but put more force behind them, bruising your cervix. All you could let out were little âah ah ah ahhhhhhsâ.Â
He slowly stopped, looking down at your trembling body. He let out a breathy groan, shaking his head and biting his lip.Â
He let go of one of your wrists and grabbed hold of your hand, bringing it down to your stomach.Â
âPrincess, do you feel that?â He asked, rubbing your hand over a bump on your stomach. You looked down with him, seeing a slight bump stand with attention below your belly button, making your eyes widen and your breath quicken.Â
âKa-ka-Kuroo! What is that?!â You frantically questioned.Â
He looked up at you with the most agrivated, most dumb founded look on his face. âWhat do you mean, âwhatâs thatâ?! Thatâs me, dollface.â He spat, making you jump. âY-you..?âÂ
He groaned, slamming into you again, causing you to scream out again. âYaâ see that moving in your stomach? Thatâs me, fucking deep into your tight tight pussy.â He growled. You look down again, seeing the bulge in your stomach move with each sharp thrust Kuroo sent through you.Â
It made your head feel fuzzy.Â
Your body started adjusting to his size, finally. You lifted your legs to cling onto the side of his waist, but they quickly fell spread for him. Your arms also stopped struggling, relaxing under his grip. Your eyes slowly rolled to the back of your head. With each animalistic thrust of his hips you could feel the bed shake. You could barely hear the frame hit the wall over the sound of your high whines and moans and his low groans filling your ear. But you could still faintly hear it, reminding of how rough he was getting.Â
âAlright princess now open your mouth and stick your tongue out.â He commanded from over you.Â
You opened your mouth and leaned your head back being sure to lol your tongue out.
You felt a cold liquid settle near the tip of your tongue, it was Kurooâs spit. Heâd let it fall like a fountain. Licking his lips when heâd finished.Â
âNow swallow like a good girl.â
You closed your mouth and gulped. Letting the spit slide down your tongue. It should have grossed you out, but instead it made your eyes roll back.Â
âAww, look at you, all pretty and fucked out.â he shrugged, thrusting upwards into you, hitting a spot that made you scream out in ecstasy.Â
âKuroo, right there! Fuck, Kuroo yes right there!!â You moaned, arching your back and throwing your head back.Â
That was the first time you cursed. Ever.Â
âSuch a dirty vocabulary youâre discovering! Iâm such a good influence on you, your parents would be so proud.â He sarcastically exclaimed in a low and gravelly voice.Â
Your parents. You were so caught up in your pleasure that you completely forgot all about them, and the time limit they'd set for you. You were sure youâd past it, it was fairly dark outside.Â
You whined, feeling more tears of disappointment roll down the side of your face. âDo-donât talk about them right nowâŠAh-Iâm gonna-Kuroo fuck p-please!â
He only thrusted harder faster. âAwe baby, do you think you're the one in control? Thatâs so cute.â He pulled you by your necklace for the second time that night. âYouâre atoning for your sins, and Iâm using your body for my own pleasure. So youâre gonna sit back, and make sure the only thing that comes out of that pretty. Little. Mouth,â He punctuated each word with a harsh thrust. âAre those pretty. Little. Moans. You got that princess?âÂ
âY-yes sir. Iâm so sorry sir.âÂ
âAwe look at my baby! Using her words like a good girl!â He deeply cooed.Â
You bit your lip, holding back the moan you desperately wanted to let out, but you didnât want to give him the satisfaction of your voice. He noticed and started to pound faster. You couldnât hold back anymore.Â
âFuck! Kuroo! Ple-ase! Fuck youâre so good. Sosososo good. Pleeeeease!âÂ
âListen to you! You sound downright pathetic!â He laughed at you. It felt humiliating, but you felt yourself getting wetter from the whole situation. The intensity, the humiliation, Kurooâs groans, they all were filling up your senses, and you could feel yourself nearing your climax.Â
âLook at you, youâre getting tighter. How much of a- fuuuuck how is it possible that your tighter- slut are you? You're really getting off to me calling you a slut? You like that? Huh? Go on, answer me whore.â Â
âYes! Yes Kuroo! Iâm your whore! Fuuuuuckkkk!â Your moans were high and breathy.Â
He pulled you by your necklace one again and snatched it clean off of you.Â
You gasped, snapping out of your lustful trance. âKuroo!!! My dad gave me that!!â You cried.Â
âI donât give a fuck, Iâm your god now, you donât need a stupid cross, Iâll let everyone know youâre mine.â He huffed, dangling it in front of you, before throwing it out his window.Â
The window. The window!Â
 âK-Kuroo, how long has that be-been open?â You asked.Â
He groaned, slowing down his thrust. âThe window? Itâs been open since this morning.â He shrugged, fucking into you sloppier and sloppier.Â
You felt embarrassed, heat rushing over your being as you held onto Kuroo to hide your face. âO-ohâŠâ you moaned, scrunching your eyebrows together in embarrassment.Â
âWhatâs wrong baby? Are you embarrassed? Are you embarrassed that my whole neighborhood can hear how bitchy, and pathetic you sound? Fuck- Good, fucking cry about it like the stupid bitch you are.âÂ
Each insult brought you closer to that edge. You forgot all about your previous embarrassment and basked in the bliss of Kurooâs rough thrusts.Â
âHoly shit- Did you get tighter from me reminding you of how much of aâshiiiiiittttâof a fucking slut you are?â His voice sounded so breathy. You could feel him twitching inside of you.Â
And then the dam broke. You could feel your orgasm sparking through you like electricity.Â
âKuroo! Kuroo! Im cumm- Im cumming! Oh Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck! You're so good!â
He revelled in the profanities spilling from your mouth, knowing that before this you probably would have never thought about saying such vile things.Â
âOh thats right baby whoâs making you cum on his cock like a dumb bitch in heat? Whoâs your god? Câmon, say it, princess.âÂ
âYou! Shit! You're my god! Oh please- Itâs too much! It's- Itâs too much!âÂ
He laughed at you. âHow many fuckingâFuck baby you feel so goodâHow many times do I have to tell you this isnât- Shit- This isnât for you.â The last part came out as a dark growl.Â
âY-Yes sir! Iâm sorry.âÂ
âYeah that's a good girl, oh you're such a good slut for me. Shutting up and just taking it. Yeahhh that's a good fucking whore. You want your god to cum inside you? Breed you and fill you up so nice? That what you want princess?âÂ
Your eyes widened. Nononono he couldnât! He had to pull out!Â
âN-No...Please...â Your voice sounded so weak and tiny.Â
âOh no baby, that was rhetorical. You're gonna sit back and let me breed this little pussy like a good girl who stays in her place, because surely- fuck- you remember your place and wouldnât talk back, now would you?â
You knew it was useless to deny him. You donât even know why you tried.Â
After a few more thrust there was a particularly hard one. The force of fit knocked you back a bit, but he pulled you back by your thighs so he would stay fully buried inside of you.Â
Suddenly you felt nothing but warmth filling you. He was cumming inside you. You could feel him shooting spurt after spurt. You had never felt so full, his thick cock splitting you accompanied by his come pushed you to another orgasm. Your legs shot up and you let out a loud whiny moan.Â
âOh god! Oh fuck! You feel so good filling me up Kuroo- Fuck!âÂ
âAww you came again from me cumming in you? What happened to you not wanting it?â He teased. You couldnât respond, you still hadnât come down from your high.Â
_________
You woke up in an unfamiliar location, dark red walls and black sheets were unlike your pastel blue walls and baby pink sheets. You panicked, until memories of your earlier actions came back to you. You weren't completely calm though, you were sure you definitely passed your curfew and Kuroo was nowhere to be found.Â
âKuroo! I need to get home likeâ now!âÂ
He entered the room and laughed. âOh calm down you big baby, I called your folks and said youâd passed out cause you were so tired. Took some convincing, but theyâre fine with you spending the night here.â
You sighed, releasing a breath you didnât know you were holding in. âOh, thank god.âÂ
âSpeaking of,â He came closer to you. âYou down for round two?âÂ
You felt warmth flood your face and threw a pillow at him. âYou pervert!âÂ
âHow am I the pervert when you're the one naked in my bed?âÂ
He was right, you did feel a cold breeze brush against your cold body as you pulled the covers up.Â
âWell then where are my clothes?âÂ
He winced, itching the back of his neck. âYaâ see...your skirt is still ripped, but I put your underwear and skirt in the wash. You could wear something of mine though!"
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WIP Wednesday
Aka Iâm going to post a bunch of Mreyder snippets and NOT tell anyone where they came from (they actually come from a couple of different things but that would be telling). Â Bonus kudos to anyone who can guess which fics theyâll eventually get crowbarred into.Â
Tagging whoever wants to play this fine wednesday, @radio-chatterâ @missanniewhimsyâ @imsupposedtobewrittingâ @quietborderlineâ (yes i know you just posted yesterday!) @tkwritesdumbassassinsâ @outtoshatterâ. Â No obligation as always this is just for fun.
From: Untitled MReyder work(s). Theme is sensuality here.Â
Fandom: Mass Effect, Mass Effect Andromeda
Pairing: MReyder
Other tags/warnings: first draft zone. Cut going for the sexy stuff. *** denotes different scene/fic. Stuff below the cut is explicit.Â
Scott closed the distance between them, holding up his hand so Reyes could see what he was doing but stopping right before touching his face. The urge to cup Reyesâ chin and kiss his lips was strong but after Reyesâ talk about choices Scott felt he needed to make sure that they were both on the same page. That they both were going into this having made the choice to commit to each other. Dark eyes drew him in, only a hairsbreadth between their bodies now.Â
âMay I?â Scott whispered, almost sharing breath they were so close and he could feel Reyesâ body heat.
A flick of eyes to his hand and then back to meet his and Reyes was gently wrapping his fingers around Scottâs wrist, fingertips settling right over the pulse point and causing a shiver of delight. The firm touch of calloused hands encircling his wrist then sliding up to the forearm before giving a tug to tilt Scottâs wrist in order to lay a feather light kiss right over the pulse point. Reyesâ eyes never leaving Scottâs as he set to work The touch of velvet soft lips and the swipe of tongue had Scott inhaling sharply as a bolt of arousal swept through him. He couldnât take his own eyes off Reyes as the man laved his skin, suckling and with a hint of teeth to make the skin start to bruise from attention.Â
The moan that burst out of Scottâs mouth surprised him as his knees felt weak but he was pinned in place by the gentle hold on his arm and the lips on his wrist.Â
Sensing the effect he was having, Reyes paused in his attention and a small, private smile that seemed to just be for Scott bloomed. âScott....â
Scott couldnât help himself and called Reyesâ name in response, âReyes... babe... â
âYes Quierdo?â
Scott licked his lips, trying not to pant. âCan I?â
The smile quirked up in amusement. âCan you what?â
âTouch you,â Scott hissed as Reyes went back to kissing his wrist, shivering. His eyes closed as he just couldnât handle the sight of Reyes worshiping the delicate pulse point in addition to just feeling the touch. He wanted to accuse Reyes of being able to manipulate his nerve endings like an Angaran it felt so overwhelming.Â
Reyes withdrawing his lips made him reopen his eyes with a noise of protest. The other man was watching him, eyes gleaming. âYou may mi corazĂłn. I am yours if you will be mine.â
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Waking wrapped tightly around one another in the pale light of dawn that filtered through the balcony door, Scott never wanted to leave. The smooth sheets and heavy quilted blanket had been pulled around him to keep him warm even as Reyes radiated heat underneath him.Â
Scott had fallen asleep with his head pillowed on Reyesâ shoulder and half sprawled across the other man, legs tangled and skin bare to one another. Rubbing his face against the smooth skin of shoulder and chest, Scott just watched the steady rise and fall of Reyesâ chest as he breathed with the steady heartbeat under his ear reassuring and calming. Dark eyelashes like a ravenâs wing moved slightly as Reyes dreamed, his face relaxed and younger appearing in sleep.Â
Shifting just enough to free his arm, Scott lightly reached out with tentative fingers that hovered above Reyesâ face before gently tracing them in a caress. In his sleep, Reyes rubbed into their careful seeking like a cat. Â
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Breakfast was a sensual experience and they only made it halfway through a shared plate of food before they found better uses of their time. Reyes had resisted letting Scott sit apart from him and had pulled his fiancĂ© down to sit between his legs on the kitchen chair. Scott had just on a pair of Reyes boxer briefs that were slightly large on him in the hips as well as one of his henleyâs in a dark charcoal color that he preferred. It just made Scottâs usually protected from the sunâs rays skin glowed pale in the morning light making Reyes want to mark him up again. SAMâs ability to make any mark left by Reyes disappear within hours made him feel a primitive urge to renew them constantlyâthe bruise from his teeth and tongue over Scottâs pulse point on his wrist had faded until it was barely visible.Â
The breakfast that had been delivered to the front door and then taken to the kitchen by Reyes had scrambled eggs, fruit, and an angaran version of what could be likened to pancakes that were drizzled in a sugary strawberry syrup with an extra squeeze bottle of the stuff included in case they wanted extra. Reyes hadnât held back and he found his hands constantly roaming from around Scottâs waist to his thighs and chest, pulling Scott back against him firmly when he leaned forward to pull one of the dishes on the table closer. Scott, for his part, was amused by Reyes and had tangled his ankles around the outside of Reyesâ foot, caressing the outside of his shin before shifting his fantastic ass back into Reyesâ increasingly interested and perked up cock.Â
Reyes hadnât bothered with a shirt, having just put on a loose pair of sleep pants that were overly long that allowed Scott to push up with his feet and play. He nuzzled into the side of Scottâs neck as Scott speared a piece of strawberry and offered it to him. Having not yet shaved, he rubbed his stubble against Scottâs neck before delicately nipping at the red berries, left hand delving between Scottâs legs to give his package a squeeze over the thin fabric, making Scott shiver and groan. Guiding Scottâs head to his with his other hand, Reyes shared the strawberry with Scott as they kissed, his tongue pushing the berries into Scottâs mouth. Scottâs hips gave an aborted thrust into his hand as he ground his own cock into Scottâs ass.Â
Releasing Scottâs tongue, Reyes pulled back to look into his fiancĂ©âs eyes. The icy blue of Scottâs iris was a thin band around the dilated pupils that were hidden as Scott sighed, tipping his head back into Reyes as he swallowed the strawberry. âReyes,â was all Scott said as he picked up another bit of food, this time a piece of pancake and held it out to Reyes. This time he didnât look away as he ate the fluffy pancake that was dripping in red syrup. He allowed a small bit of the syrup to stain his lips and it was immediately licked off by Scott as he chewed.Â
His hand that had been twined in Scottâs hair found itâs way to his abdomen and found the hem of the shirt, pulling it up so he could splay his hand over Scottâs abs and hold Scott tight against him even as his other hand slipped underneath the loose briefs to grip his erect shaft. Scott shuddered in his grip, hips thrusting into Reyesâ grip. Scottâs breathing had sped up and he was mindlessly rutting back and forth between pressing his ass against Reyesâ own erection and his cock into Reyesâ hand. Reyes just rhythmically gripped Scottâs shaft, fingers finding the precome that he was leaking to provide lubrication as he began to slide his hand back and forth to stroke Scott from root to tip.Â
Getting the stimulation he needed, Scott was now fully pushing his weight back into Reyes, his own hands tightly gripping Reyesâ wrists but allowing them to move. Reyes moved the hand that was on Scottâs abs up and found his left pec, cradling the thick muscle as his thumb pinched and rolled the nipple causing it to peak and Scott to let out a snarl as he pushed back harder, grinding his ass against Reyes in a frank display of unrestrained need. Reyes was rock hard and the cloth barriers between him and Scott needed to go away now.
Biting at the thick tendon over the pulse in Scottâs neck as Scott strained to push back into him, Reyes nuzzled the hot spot heâd found just below the ear. âSo fucking good mi vida, so beautiful. Want you to come in my hands and then Iâm going to drench you in that syrup, lick you open and fuck you right at this table. Do you want that mi vida? Do you want me in you? As deep as possible, take me to the root as I fill up that space in you that was made for me?â
âFuck me,â Scottâs voice was hoarse and fucked out already. âPlease babe... Fuck me,â he pleaded as he rocked back and forth between the two points of stimulation. âWant you in me. Fill me... so empty.â
At Scottâs words, Reyes found his grip tightening to the point that Scott whimpered as it was too tight. Realizing this, he loosened his grip and began to pull at Scottâs shirt as he kissed him, taking his mouth in a possessive kiss, tongues twining. They separated long enough for him to pull the shirt off and drop it to the floor before returning to the kiss, Scott twisted in his grip so he could wrap his arms around Reyesâ shoulders and found himself straddling Reyes.
Drawing Scott closer now that they were facing one another, Reyes gripped Scottâs hips and pulled him in tight, their erections rubbing together through layers of cloth as his hands sought the skin and went underneath the waistband before gathering a handful of asscheek in each hand, thumbs pulling the cleft wider. Kneading and spreading as he pulled Scott to grind tighter, Reyes broke the kiss to begin nipping down Scottâs neck to his clavicle as Scottâs back arched, head thrown back and his toes curled even as his arms clutched at Reyesâ shoulders.Â
Nipping hard enough to bruise over the clavicle, Reyes soothed the mark with his tongue before rubbing his stubbled cheek over it. The sounds Scott was making was a garbled combination of Reyesâ name and âfuckâ âmoreâ âbabeâ and other endearments. Pulling harder with his thumbs, he moved his hands to follow the groove of Scottâs crack to his entrance, pulling the briefs down and uncovering his cock that was leaking profusely. The briefs couldnât move further due to Scott sitting on his thighs. âStand up,â he snarled against Scottâs pecs, wanting Scott naked.Â
It took a few seconds for Reyesâ command to penetrate the haze of arousal that Scott was entrapped in. He reluctantly released his grip on Reyesâ shoulders and stumbled backwards, his bare ass hitting the edge of the table and cock hanging out free and bobbed with each stuttering breath Scott took, abdominal muscles contracting as he trembled. He looked wreckedâmouth swollen, skin red from stubble burn and a blossoming love bite on his chest, nipples peaked and tight, a light sheen of sweat making his skin glisten in the diffuse morning light from the windows. Reaching forward, Reyes gently tugged at the briefs that clung to Scottâs muscular thighs to make them fall to the floor where Scott flung them away with a flick of an ankle. Gripping the table edge with white knuckles, Scott purposefully arched his back to push his hips towards Reyes, stretching to show off his body and tempt him. âPlease Babe.... please....â he asked softly.Â
Reyes slowly stood, kicking the chair back and away as he found the waistband of his own loose sweats and shucked them, kicking them to join the chair as he settled between Scottâs spread thighs, arms bracketing Scottâs own tight grip to encourage them to loosen. Scott did and his hands grazed up Reyesâ arms back to his shoulder even as his legs wrapped around his waist to pull Reyes closer. He didnât look away from Reyesâ eyes, a small, private smile that was just for Reyes. He inclined his head and touched their foreheads together, eyes fluttering to half mast as their noses touched in an Eskimo kiss as they shared breath. âPlease,â was the only thing Scott said before Reyes kissed him to silence any further words.Â
This kiss was gentler than the ones that preceded it, a promise and a nonverbal declaration of love even as his hands bracketed Scottâs hips, fingers splayed as he tilted Scott to give them more physical contact cock to cock. As their erections aligned, Reyes pushed Scott to sit on the tableâs edge, pushing the plate and food to crash to the floor as he pushed Scott backwards but catching the bottle of strawberry syrup before it tumbled after. He had plans for that.Â
Scott, having seen the squeeze bottle, gave Reyes a smirk. âI think I know what youâre planning,â he gasped out even as he purposefully wriggled against Reyes. âWeâre going to need another shower after this.â
âOf course mi vida. I plan on getting us nice and sticky... and dirty...â Reyes said as he leaned down to put Scottâs back on the table. âI just wonder if itâll hide your natural flavor too much or not,â he whispered into Scottâs mouth as he kissed him again, tongue delving behind Scottâs lips to tangle with his tongue.Â
âWhy donât you find out,â Scott said as soon as the kiss broke, his eyes gleeful as he challenged Reyes, smile showing a lot of teeth as he nipped at Reyes throat as he threw his head back as Scott rubbed their groins together in impatience, the friction just right.Â
Pulling back so he wouldnât loose control, Reyes stood at the edge of the table with Scottâs legs wrapped around his hips. Scott was unbelievably flexible and he flexed the muscles in his legs to tighten like a pythonâs grip around Reyes. It was undeniably sexy and Reyes almost lost his train of thought on what he intended to do next. He hadnât dropped the syrup bottle from his grip so he upended it on Scottâs chest. A thin stream of bright strawberry red syrup came from the tip to land right on Scottâs sternum to pool in the groove between his pecs to create a small puddle before it ran down to the end of his rib cageâsome going down into his abdominal muscles and the rest spreading laterally. Reyes kept applying it liberally in a line down past the indent of Scottâs navel and to each pelvic groove before stopping. He had maybe half the bottle left and he set it carefully to the side.Â
âIâd suggest you hold on,â he told Scott before bending forward. He didnât put his face into direct contact with Scottâs cock but instead breathed on it which made it twitch as he watched. Giving Scott an amused look, he then lowered his mouth to the right hip and began laving the area the syrup had dripped into with his tongue to collect it. Salty yet sweet, an overpowering smell and taste of strawberry with Scott underneath it.Â
He switched to the other hip, Scott making noises that suggested he was impatient but enjoying himself. Reyes snuck a hand around to start jacking Scott as he followed the trail of syrup up to his belly button and sucking hungrily at the small, pooled collection there before continuing northward up the impressive six pack to the base of the rib cage.Â
As he reached the valley between Scottâs pecs, he felt Scottâs hand gently cradle his head and suddenly he was seeing double as Scott initiated the mind meld when he didnât pull away. He could feel the stickiness of the syrup as it lay on his skin and the clean strip that heâd licked clear that still had some residue. Scott was holding on with iron control to his biotics not to flip their positions and ride him which made Reyes moan and his hips to stutter, thoughts following Scottâs mental vision as he showed several different possible positions in rapid successionâReyes sitting back on the chair and Scott riding him both forwards and backwards, falling to the floor and rutting into Scott from behind, and his current preferred position of pulling Scottâs ass to the edge of the table so he could get leverage to fuck him across it... before a vision of Scott standing, hands braced on the table, legs spread with feet on the floor, red syrup trailing down his spine in a river to go between the perfect globes of his ass and trail down his inner thighs, inviting Reyes to lick him open and then take him.Â
Unaware he was moaning Scottâs name, Reyes continued to lick the chest before him clean. Scottâs hands were carding through his hair as he pled through the open link for Reyes to fuck him.Â
Soon, Reyes promised him. I will take care of you, he told Scott, maintaining eye contact as he finished the last bit of syrup, his hand jacking Scott even faster as Scottâs eyes rolled back in orgasm as he came over Reyesâ hand at the promise.Â
Scott didnât resist as Reyes pulled back and started licking his hand clean, legs reluctantly releasing him. The connection buzzed as Scott wasnât with it enough to break it and the pleasant floating feeling made Reyes want to preen at having caused Scottâs sense of pleasurable satisfaction. Reyes watched Scott with half-lidded eyes, his body unhappy with delaying itâs own gratification but he ignored it in favor of Scott. Scott who hadnât looked away from him but provocatively, as if reading Reyesâ thoughts, spread his legs further. Scottâs cock hadnât softened at all and his breath was rapid, pulling the muscles of his abdomen in with each inhale. His skin was inflamed from stubble burn and Reyes could tell that it was something that Scott found arousing.
âI want you to rub your fucking face against my thighs until I canât close them,â he confessed. âI want to have a hard time tolerating clothes because theyâll rub against where youâve been, remind me you were there. That you did this,â Scott told him as he flexed his muscles to adjust his position where he lay on the table. âDo you like what youâve done Reyes?â
âYes,â Reyes told him as he hesitantly touched the inflamed skin that was slightly warmer than the rest of Scott, voice hoarse like heâd been deep throating Scott for hours. âI want to do it again.â
Scottâs biotics flared like a flash of lightning over his skin at Reyesâ confession but the flare didnât hurt Reyes. âHow do you want me Reyes?â
âAny way youâll have me, mi vida,â Reyes whispered, hand spreading out to feel the fluttering tremor in Scottâs abdominal muscles as he adjusted himself.Â
âI noticed that you didnât have any position in particular when I shared...â Scott prompted him, the mental connection strengthening and Reyes was hit with arousal that made him shake momentarily at how hard his muscles contracted, hand curling up on Scottâs belly.Â
âThe last one,â he finally admitted. As much as he wanted to feel those powerful thighs wrapped around him... he wanted to taste and take some more, the vision of Scott spread wanting him and allowing him to explore... able to rub his face against those thighs and ass until they trembled... âThe others... we have time later.â
Scottâs breathing hitched at Reyesâ admission and his body froze for a moment before he carefully sat up, brushing purposefully against Reyes as he stood in the minimal space created between Reyes and the table before turning to face the table. Reyes mind blanked at the friction as their bodies touched and he could feel the amusement this caused in Scott. One orgasm had clearly given Scott his control back and the delay was fraying Reyesâ to the breaking point.
Right.
Lube... they needed lube.Â
Bending down to find his discarded pants, he took the tube of lube heâd stashed there and stood back up. Scott was looking at him over his shoulder, having assumed the position. Scottâs long lean legs were spread slightly further than shoulder width apart and he was leaning over the table slightly, arms rotated out so he could grip the edge which made his muscles flex as he arched his back pushing his ass towards Reyes. That ass which was out and so fucking perfect.Â
âAnd here I thought you liked my chest,â Scott teased him, not looking away as he purposefully flexed his thighs and hips to entice Reyes.Â
âMi vida... you have a fantastic ass... and while I love seeing how much you can tolerate me nursing at your nipples, tweaking and rolling them in my hands and fingers before you break... I would be missing a work of art to not give as much appreciation to an ass such as yours,â Reyes snarked back, stepping up closer to push the front of his body to cover Scottâs backside, lips just millimeters apart but not kissing as he gave a playful smack to said ass.Â
âYouâre such a smooth fucking bastard... who isnât fucking me yet,â Scott grumbled even as he leaned forward to touch their foreheads together. âReyes... please. Move it.â
Swallowing heavily, Reyes pecked one kiss on Scottâs mouth before withdrawing to rub his stubble up and down both sides of Scottâs neck making him moan appreciatively as he rested his head trustingly on Reyes shoulder. Once Reyes was satisfied Scott was distracted, he nibbled at the top of Scottâs spine before kissing and biting his way down each vertebrae, tongue soothing each abused spot. Soon he was kneeling behind Scott, hands firmly holding Scott in place while he used his thumbs to spread Scottâs cleft open.Â
He then purposefully rubbed his face up and down and around Scottâs backside, tongue laving the crease but not dipping into the tight muscle that contracted each time he neared it in anticipation. Scottâs groans and moans as he pushed his ass back into Reyesâ face told him that Scott was enjoying himself even if the flow of encouragement and lust through the bond verified it. Switching his hands to pull Scottâs thighs slightly further apart, he rubbed his face up and down Scottâs inner thighs making him tremble at the rough treatment of his skin, pushing himself into Reyesâ face. A steady chant of âReyesâ was escaping Scottâs lips as if it was the only word he knew.
When Reyes began tonguing at Scottâs entrance, Scott lost it and lost the ability to form words, only nonsensical grunts and moans as Reyes tongued the tight muscle, burying his face deep in Scottâs ass. How was Scott so tight after last night... Reyes thought even as the muscle gave way and he began to thrust his tongue deep, moistening the skin and channel with spit. Uncapping the lube, he put some on his fingers and slipped a fingertip to join where his tongue was. Withdrawing his tongue, he slipped his pointer finger in deep, Scottâs hole taking it with an impatient inward contraction of the muscle.Â
Giving Scott a moment to adjust before he began to thrust his finger back and forth to loosen the muscle, Reyes murmured words of encouragement and love to his fiancĂ©. âMi vida, so beautiful, so good....so tight Scott... how are you so fucking tight... love how you take me... going to be so full of me...â. Scott was trembling visibly to hold himself in the position Reyes had put him in, head thrown back as he rocked his hips to meet the second finger that joined the first with a small yell of pleasure. The bond was alive and writhing like a captured animal between them, feelings ricocheting back and forth. Love. Lust. Desire. Pleasure. Want. A thousand shades of different emotions shared at once was almost overwhelming but it also spurred Reyes to finish prepping Scott.Â
Hands shaking as he pulled his fingers out of Scott, he managed to put a bit more lube on his own cock as he stood. The coldness of the lube made him take a deep breath and pause for control that he wasnât in. Scottâs inquiry through the bond made him realize heâd stopped moving and he crowded against Scott, his own hands coming to grip those tantalizing hips again as his cock found the groove of Scottâs ass and rested there between Scottâs legs. âReyes,â was the plea that got him moving and he positioned himself and began to enter Scott in a steady push that made Scott writhe in his hands as he pushed back to meet him. Â
Seated deep within Scott, Reyes held back barely to give Scott time to adjust. Scott was impatient and he could feel the encouragement to begin moving immediately through their bond but he resisted. He wanted Scott to enjoy this and he wasnât going to push too quickly, sending slight concern through the bond back to Scott. Scott panted, his body restless but he abided by Reyesâ request.Â
When they began to move, it was in concert. Reyes pulled back and then thrust forward as Scott rocked back onto him. Scott was mostly supporting himself on his hands and on the balls of his feet as he forcefully pushed back, wanting more of Reyes. The doubling of sensations shared through the bond, both filled and filling, was more intoxicating than any alcohol. The tight squeeze of Scottâs inner muscles around him as he could feel the stimulation as he hit Scottâs prostate just right sending jolts of pleasure.Â
Reyes lost track of time as it both expanded and contracted around him. All he could focus on was giving Scott pleasure and receiving it back. The bond, wide open and hiding nothing from each other, was alive between them and he poured himself into it. He could sense memories that he hadnât shared or thought of in years flittering between them. Saw Scott graduate from his N-school course, breaking his arm when he was twelve falling out of a tree heâd climbed to have some privacy, and the half-memory of playing football with a bunch of kids he couldnât speak to as he didnât speak or understand Spanish. Seeing his own, young, face in the child Scott remembered fondly was startling but lost in the maelstrom of emotion as their bodies strove to connect like their minds.Â
Despite the distraction of the minds, their bodies were fast approaching the peak and when they crashed over it, it was simultaneous. The tight contracture of Scott around him as they both came was exquisite. Reyesâ mind overloaded with the stimulation and he wasnât sure how long or if he blacked out.Â
He was next aware that heâd somehow found himself sitting back in the chair, Scott sprawled on top of him, head pillowed on Reyesâ shoulder, Reyesâ cock still within Scottâs channel which was spasming around him in aftershocks of their powerful, conjoined orgasms. Scott didnât seem to have much more control or sense about him than Reyes didâor at least so it felt through the open bond. Scott was satiated, his hunger momentarily appeased but still there as he purposefully clenched around Reyes as he became more alert.Â
âFuck,â Scott said as his arms began to respond and he was pulling their mouths together for an open mouthed kiss that broke only so they could share breath as their bodies trembled from exertion. âFuck,â Scott whispered, his body coming back to under control as he kissed Reyes again, hands tangling in Reyesâ hair.Â
His hands had been on Scottâs hips but now they were roaming the relaxed muscles of the thighs and abdomen, one hand cupping a pec possessively as the other played with Scottâs cock that was softening after a second, powerful orgasm before pulling Scottâs hips to grind against his. âMi vida,â he said against Scottâs lips as he took Scottâs mouth again, tongues battling gently for dominance.Â
The kiss broke so they both could take a breath, Scott burrowing his nose into Reyesâ neck as his hands coveredâ Reyes and squeezed. âThat was... fuck....â Scott finally said.Â
âHow the hell did the chair get here?â Reyes asked with a slight chuckle. He was softening within Scott and would need to pull out eventually but could tell Scott didnât want him going anywhere right now given how his channel tightened down almost possessively as Reyes thought about it.Â
Making a noise of protest, Scott fidgeted slightly to push himself back into Reyesâ hips, muscles flexing and contracting around him as his thighsâwhich were on the outside of Reyesâ quivered. âNo,â Scott said, sending through the bond that he didnât want either of them to move. He muttered into Reyesâ neck, âI think I pulled the chair... not sure.âÂ
This had Reyes openly laughing. âWeâll have to move sometime, mi vida.â
âFeels good,â Scott grumbled, pushing his own face into Reyesâ neck to avoid meeting his eyes. âHow long do you think your refractory period is?â
âLonger than yours unfortunately,â Reyes admonished. âAre you saying I didnât satisfy you?â
This got Scott to lift his head and look at Reyes with worry before lowering his eyes again and pushing away but not before Reyes could stop him and pull him back, not letting Scott leave, the bond abruptly fading away. âIâm sorry... I forget that Iâm such a needy freak....â
âStop that right now,â Reyes told him, face concerned. âDid it feel like I didnât enjoy what we just did?â
Scott looked puzzled before answering hesitantly, âNo?â
Reyes shifted his grip to be less confining and more cradling Scott to him. âI want to satisfy you? Is that such a bad thing?â
Scottâs face screwed up in a complicated look, his hands resting on Reyes but not clutching at him like they had earlier. âI know that Iâm not normal anymore Reyes... and I.... well I donât have normal reactions. I....â
âScott,â he said tenderly, âI want to make you feel good, to let you know how much you affect meâphysically as well as emotionally. Does the bond when you do that... does it not tell you like it tells me what you feel?â
âSometimes it feels like too much,â Scott confessed, voice breaking slightly before he continued, his gaze dropping back to Reyesâ chest. âI want you so much but I... in the past when I wanted things... I was normal then. Iâm... well... I canât expect you to be...â
âBe what?â Reyes prodded gently. âWant to make you feel good? Share my life with you?â
Scotts face scrunched and he hid himself in Reyes neck, not looking at him. âYou say that like Iâm going to be able to stay here with you.â
Reyes sighed, one hand coming up to cradle the back of Scottâs head and encourage him to look him in the eyes again. Scott didnât take much prompting and reluctantly met his eyes. âI told you I wanted you to have choices Scott. I wonât make them for you but I will be here waiting for you when you can be here. I,â Reyes own voice broke slightly, âI want to make a home for you to come back toâeven if that isnât very often. My mother called it the family curseâthat weâre only made for one love, one person. My TĂo called his husband his vida.... Youâre mi vida, Scott. Iâve made my choice. Donât take my choice away.â
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"laying on their loverâs chest, listening to their heartbeat, drawing circles on their chest" This for Jack and Mason.
Thanks for the ask!
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Jack's mind wondered as he listened to Mason's soft snores. His brain was still in a post-drunken haze, everything seeming both too dull and too much at the same time. Everything except Mason's heartbeat and breathing. His thoughts floated along like a leaf in a gentle stream.
The streams name was Mason.
Perhaps it was simply because he'd fallen asleep on top of them, or maybe it was the crush he had. No matter the cause, Jack's hazy thoughts would not stop circling back to him.
Currently, as he lazily drew crooked circles on Mason's bare chest, he tried to remember why Mason wasn't wearing a shirt. Not that he was complaining. Hazily, he recalls Mason complaining of feeling too hot at some point, but everything after that was a vague blur. If he wasn't nursing his hang over, Jack might have questioned why Mason was complaining of the heat at near midnight, when it got cold enough some nights to freeze water. But, that wasn't where his mind wondered.
Instead, he thought about the many adventures, pranks, and thievery the two had committed together. And Connor too. Technically. But he wasn't laying on Connors chest or listening to Connors heart beat right now. Plus, there were so many reasons to think about Mason. Like how he always was the first to carry someone who was injured or how he scrunched his nose a little when coming up with good plans or how his entire face lit up when Jack complimented.
"Your such a softie," he groggily told Mason, who only stirred and held Jack a little tighter to his chest.
And so, his thoughts continued to drift in silence. Never leaving the man he was laying on.
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I AM FINISHING THIS 5 MINUTES BEFORE IT'S POSTED!!! LET'S GOOOOOOO!!!!!
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Okay gang, since there are a bunch of anons going fucking wild across the dash tonight about some joking posts about Mark Webber and Ann Neal - that were someoneâs shocked reaction to the age difference between them. I thought it would be interesting to go on a little journey together.Â
This little journey is the story of how Ann and Mark met, and will hopefully give you guys some insight as to why the âsexismâ and âageismâ arguments you are currently using are bullshit - and why using these words in such a buzzword way actually is not the kind of critical thinking you think it is. And why this situation is more akin to a student and teacher starting a relationship - which I think we can all agree is not advisable, even if you donât know why.
Below the cut is going to be a little discussion of Mark and Ann the early days; the reason the age difference is iffy at best and fucked up at worst; and, a little discussion about how these situations require nuance and the ways in which f1blr often likes to blow situations out of proportion.Â
I have split it into three parts:
Mark and Ann: The Early Days (1994-1997)
Nuance, my old friend. Anon hate, my enemy. (tw: for racism here, be careful)
The pitfalls of discourse and the importance of looking after yourself.
A little disclaimer for you guys: I do not pretend to know anything about this relationship, other than what is readily available to learn about it from what they themselves have put out about it. I am just providing a timeline and some facts. Whatever conclusions you draw from it are your own.
Feel free to come for me if you so desire.Â
Mark and Ann: The Early Days (1994-1997)
We start our story in Australia in February, 1994. Mark is competing in Australian Formula Ford Championship and Ann Neal is the new media and PR officer for the category. This is their first meeting. Just so we know whatâs up here Mark was 17 at the time, and Ann was absolutely an adult (apparently there is a 13 year age gap, which may not sound like much but we will get onto that later, which makes her roughly 30 when they first met).Â
Some key things to be aware of from this first meeting:Â
Mark is 17, Ann is about 30. Mark is a young racer, Ann is the media and PR officer for the category he races in.Â
In an excerpt from Aussie Grit, p. 57 to be exact, we get to find out what Ann had to say about the first time they met:Â
âShe thought I was a bit of a smart-arse when we first met. âBut I liked how bold and cheeky he was,â she says, âand how mature he seemed. When I asked someone how old he was, I was shocked when they said 17 â he was confident beyond his years.ââ
In another excerpt from Aussie Grit, p. 61, Mark tells us other things Ann remembers about their first meeting:
âAnn remembers our first meeting and my opening remark about her being so important. She can even remember what I was wearing â a stripey green and red top, one of those United Colors of Benetton things â so that was pretty prophetic, as things turned out!âÂ
Now this may sound extremely cute to some of you, like theyâre just having a normal âaww remember how we metâ moment. But let me please re-direct your attention back to the fact that Mark is 17 (and still not an adult yet if this is what you are gonna nitpick about) and Ann is very much an adult, in a position of power.Â
So, a teenager makes a quip about how important you are and you commit to memory what he was wearing the day it happened?Â
Now letâs bring in the first quote I put up there where Ann herself was recalling the first time they met. I would like to draw your attention to the following sentence:Â âand how mature he seemed. When I asked someone how old he was, I was shocked when they said 17 â he was confident beyond his years.â
Hmmmm, where have we all heard language like this used before? If, like me, you have some experience of adults trying to start inappropriate relationships with you as a teenager then you will be very familiar to this sort of language. The emphasis is on how mature he seemed, is whatâs sticking out for me here tbh.
Now, if this had been a fleeting meeting, and they had met again a few years later, I would be more on board for whatever justification some of the anons have been trying to use. However, it wasnât.Â
Again from Aussie Grit, p.61:
âAfter that first meeting we kept in touch. My family sometimes met up with Ann and Luke for weekend get-togethers, and I ensured she got her motor-sport fixes by dragging all my old F1 tapes out. By way of revenge she would bring down all her British Formula Ford tapes for me.â
Oh cool, so she gained the trust of his family and Mark was hanging out with her son. This is so sweet Alexa, play Chosen Family by Rina Sawayama. Real talk though, again if this is how it had ended - with them just being family friends - then we would not be having this conversation.Â
BUT, we all know how this little story ends so onwards we march. We shoot forward to late 1994, Mark has done okay in Formula Ford but his Dad is no longer able to fund him. SO, he turns to their old pal - the ever present and super helpful Ann, bless her heart - to try and drum up some sponsorship for Mark so he can race.Â
Little background on why Ann was chosen to try and help with this, Iâll give you 3 guesses and only one of them is correct. Yes, thatâs right, itâs her experience - which she has managed to get by being 30 and having a background in motorsports. She started out as a motorsport journo and ended up dealing with press and PR for Paul Warwick (Derek Warwickâs brother). In 1986 she started dealing with Johnny Herbertâs media before working for Formula Ford in Europe in 1991.Â
Ann begrudgingly accepts and draws up plans with Mark, which leads him to a Yellow Pages sponsorship for his next season in Formula Ford, and beyond - how sweet, how nice, they are #winning! We stan teamwork besties! And Ann started working with Mark and his family to further his career.Â
Ann had a plan for Mark, as outlined in Aussie Grit, p.69-70:
âBy the end of 1995 Annie told me, in no uncertain terms, that â and I quote â I had to get my arse out of there. She didnât just mean Australian Formula Ford, either: she meant Australia. She thought it was time for me to go and have a crack at some of the big guys, and she proposed to help me go about it in a serious, business-like way.
âHow the f#*k are you going to get to Formula 1 coming from Queanbeyan?â Anyone who wants to trace my journey should start with a piece of paper that Ann drew up on 6 July 1995.â
So, now Ann has outlined her hopes for Mark and a glimmering career in motorsport. I would like us to know that at this point in time Mark was the ripe old age of 18, going on 19.Â
In 1996 Ann and Mark moved properly to the UK so Mark could drive in the British Formula Ford Championship - at this point Mark is still 19. At this point he is living in the UK with Ann and her mother, and Annâs son.Â
So this is probably sounding pretty okay so far and sure itâs just a business relationship with a business set up, like no real cause for concern. But then we discover that this business relationship had turned into a relationship-relationship pretty damn fast.Â
From the horses mouth himself, Aussie Grit, p.87:
âBack in England, Ann and I moved house to Aylesbury in Buckinghamshire, on the edge of motor sportâs equivalent of Silicon Valley. We had started out as teammates and friends on a mission but over time our friendship had deepened into something else. I enjoyed spending time with her and we felt entirely comfortable in each otherâs company. Moving to England was a huge step for me and I think it was a case of us needing one another and thatâs how the relationship was formed.â
Okay, okay, okay so I know at this point Mark is 19/20 heâs an adult right? He can make his own choices. But, can we please admit that at best itâs an iffy situation because of the position of power and authority she was in? In his life? For his career?Â
There are a few other excerpts I found particularly interesting, about Markâs familyâs reaction (all from Aussie Grit, chapter 3):
âMy parents came over to the UK in the English summer of 1997. While they were thrilled about how things were developing for me in racing, theyâd been less thrilled by the romantic relationship that was developing between Annie and me....â â...Annie was bitterly disappointed at my behaviour. Her plan to take me to the highest level of motor sport was starting to go horribly wrong, so she left Australia earlier than planned and headed back to Europe. My family arranged for Alan Docking to collect my belongings from the house we had been sharing and the one and only car Annie and I had at that stage...Campese Management told her that they had been instructed by the Webber family to terminate her role as my manager and that Campese Management would be taking over all aspects of my career, including the negotiation of my driving contracts.â
âWhile I knew Annie provided the support and guidance I needed in my racing career, I was missing her in so many other ways too. We were such a dynamic force in every sense; we could make things happen when we were together. We were teammates, soul mates, call it what you want.â
âAs to Mumâs concern about our age difference, that has never been a factor for us. When we began to be more open about being together, perhaps the top end of the age gap shocked a few people. In those days people were less accepting of a big age difference between partners, especially when itâs our way round. Itâs not such a big deal nowadays and it makes us laugh when so-called celebrities reveal theyâre dating an older woman or younger man!â
While the Daily Mail is trash, the beginning of this video is very revealing to me - particularly Jackie Stewartâs comments from 00:12.
Obviously you can make up your own conclusions from all of this information, and I would once again like to point out that none of us - not me, not the anons, not you - actually know the nature of their relationship. They have been together for 24 years - good for them! Whatever they have going has obviously worked for them, this is not me trying to shit on that or anything, and Iâm gonna be real Iâm not the biggest Mark Webber fan.Â
Nuance, my old friend. Anon hate, my enemy.
All I want to do is add some nuance to the conversation, an overview of the timeline, an understanding of what the facts are. So that some of those cowardly anons (or anon) can hop off their self-built thrones and get a grip. The sexism and ageism argument literally does not apply here, for all of the evidence and reasons listed above - if the situation was flipped we would still be calling it out. The only difference is you guys would probably be on board with it being called out.Â
So Ann is a woman? So, what? Do you think sheâs above reproach? You think one personâs 50 note post on this site is gonna rock the foundation of a relationship that has been 26 years in making? If you have answered yes to any of these questions then you are either: a) Mark Webber himself, or b) delusional as hell. You really think that responding by sending anon hate to a teenager, who btw only made a post calling out the age difference because she was shocked and had just discovered it, is the right way to go?Â
You really think that sending me this message, attacking other people in such a vile and racist manner is okay?
So you donât like Nehir and Sera? Good for you, go block them, if you follow them, unfollow them. Those options are free and readily available to you.Â
For me, itâs so funny to see you hiding behind that little Anon mask spewing this vile shit. The commitment you have to proving that you are just a cowardly person with nothing better to do than rag on a bunch of different people for reblogging a post, that in the long run is not going to reach the people itâs about, is outstanding. I really hope you pat yourself on the back for this one.Â
The pitfalls of discourse and the importance of looking after yourself.
There has definitely been a spate of âconversationsâ that have been happening recently that have very much been straying into the land of discourse, over very small comments or posts. I think that some people need to remember that weâre all here for our own entertainment and as soon as it stops being fun - you are allowed to log off; you are allowed to block people; you are allowed to unfollow people.Â
Sending anon hate is so counterproductive to whatever conversation you think you are starting or having with a person. Also guys, sometimes itâs not that deep - sometimes jokes are just jokes, sometimes someone finds out something they didnât know about a driver or an ex-driver and they make a joke post about it. That does not give you the right to send them hate, or to make racist comments in other peopleâs asks.Â
Sometimes these discussions require a debate and sometimes discourse can be good - but honestly? Iâm worried about some of you guys, it is not healthy to get so angry at other people for the things they post on their blogs that you are not obligated to follow or interact with at all.Â
I am also worried about people who turn every little thing into something discoursey. There are causes and issues to care about in this sport and community, for sure. But sometimes you also have to pick your battles - especially when I know a lot people in this community have fragile mental health. I do not say this to patronise any of you but to just provide a reminder that you do not need to engage with everything that makes your blood boil, and furthering some of these conversations sometimes is not doing you guys any good. Burnout is real.Â
Please take some time to take care of yourselves, the pandemic is doing a number on all of us and I know being online gives you a gateway to being connected to people, but sometimes you just have to walk away from a discussion. Sometimes you have to just go and reblog something unrelated, or stare at a photo of your favourite driver, or listen to some angry music. Anything else to process your knee jerk reaction, to give yourself time to figure out how you feel about something and whether itâs worth engaging in or not.Â
#maisie talks#the post that no one asked for but we sure as shit needed#anon hate below the cut#would also like to say that i am not pretending to know shit about their relationship and this is all information provided by the couple#themselves#under the cut is a bunch of information about their relationship up to you how you take it but i know how i feel#tw racism#i went insane i've seen the opposite of god#thnx ana for supporting my rage#here i am a hundred years late and a dollar short#mark webber
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kingdom of welcome addiction | C.S.
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Genre: smut (mostly suggestive in this part though)
Pairing: demon!san x fem!reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: blood drinking, virgin mc
Synopsis: When you accidentally summon a bloodthirsty demon boy to your bedroom, you form an unexpected contract with him.
A/N: Thank you for reading and comments are super appreciated as always!
If you had to read the words pythagorean theorem one more time, you were gonna smash your brains in.Â
You reached over to your phone, unlocking your screen to the group chat.Â
y/n: anyone wanna come over and help me with this dumb problem? my heads gonna implode.Â
chaeyeon: busy tonight, Y/N. lol, just summon a demon or smth.Â
yuri: lmao that ouija board is still there right? I think we left it under your bedÂ
chaeyeon: I donât think you summon demons with a ouija board, yuri
y/n: ugh you guys are no help. brb, summoning demon...
You realized how weird this conversation would sound from an outside perspective, but it was a sort of inside joke you had within your friend group. You and your friends had joked about âsummoning a demonâ before, and youâd even used a Oujia board a few times and done fake seances to freak each other out. The results were always disappointingânot that you ever actually wanted to contact the dead or anything, but you were at least hoping for a spooky story or something you could tell.Â
You knew they were joking around, but your brain felt a little delirious from all the math churning it into mush.Â
You switched tabs from your test, typing in the search bar âhow to summon a demonâ. You chuckled a little under your breath at the ridiculousness. But at least then you could tell your friends you actually tried. Theyâd get a kick out of that.Â
You followed a few rabbit holes down some forums, mockingly reciting strings of incomprehensible Latin. If you were gonna do this, you were gonna commit fully.Â
âYou called?â
You scrambled backwards, nearly jumping a foot off the bed at the sudden unfamiliar voice echoing in the room.Â
Then you saw him.Â
He was perched on your bookshelf, one leg dangling lackadaisically over the edge, the other folded up at his side. You caught a glimpse of his piercing crimson-red eyes illuminated in the dim candle-lit room. He looked particularly cat-like in his position, a devilish grin painted on his face, what looked like fangs coming to two sharp points in his mouth.
The man picked up a pen from your bookshelf, twirling it in his hand casually with playful twists of his fingers. âYouâre newâŠâ he mused, glancing at you up and down. âAnd... cute. Fresh blood. How'd you get my number, hmm?â
You sat stunned, dizzy from confusion. Your words were lodged in your throat, unable to utter a single sound. This had to be a dream, right? Had you fallen asleep while working on your homework? It wouldn't be the first time.
He tapped his fingers impatiently against the oak of the bookcase, waiting for your next move. The only words you could manage came out in a hoarse croak, shaky and uncertain. "ThisâI'm dreamingâŠ"Â
He shook his head, clicking his tongue tauntingly against his teeth. "Oh, there's a lot of things I could do right now to assure you you aren't," he started, the gleam in his eye particularly sinister as he drew his gaze up and down. "But trust me. You wouldn't want that."Â
âWhoââ
âI have a lot of names, but you can just call me San. Your friendly neighborhood demon.â He flashed a fiendish smirk. âWell, maybe donât linger too much on the âfriendlyâ part.â
âDâdemon?â
âWhat, you didnât know? Youâre the one who summoned me, darling.â He drew out his words, slowly, carefully, continuing to play with the pen in his fingers. The way he spoke sent shivers down your spine, as if he had the power to kill you at any moment. He probably did. Â
He pressed his palms against the top of the shelf to hoist himself off, the books on it threatening to topple with the sudden movement. The minute he vaulted down from the shelf, you were able to get a better look at him.Â
The first thing that drew your eye was his impossibly broad shoulders, accentuated by the tight cut of his shirt. It contrasted against his tiny waist, cinched in neatly with a belt. His proportions were unreal, and so very fittingly non-human. He was undoubtedly the most incredible sight you'd ever seen in your life, human or otherwise. He made his way over to the bed where you sat. You snapped your laptop closed, pushing it to the side, your blood turning to ice as he inched closer to you. The way he sauntered across the floor almost seemed like he was floating, like gravity was merely a fun game to him. Â
He poised himself over you, his powerful stance alone commanding you to look at him. His fingernail dragged under your chin with a distinct sting, pulling your gaze up to his intense eyes. It was cold, like a dull knife, causing your body to tremble slightly. His piercing eye-contact was entrancing, even spell-bindingâyou couldn't tear your eyes away. "How cute," he teased sing-songily, âyouâre a virgin.â
Your eyes widened, still pulled in by his magnetic gaze. âHow did youââÂ
"I can smell one from a mile away. The scent⊠it's just soâŠ" he paused to lick his lips, drawing his tongue slowly over his black metal lip ring. "delicious."Â
âAnyway, you must have had a reason to summon me, no? A soul to harvest? A sacrifice maybe?â Something about his tone was giddy at the idea. âAt your service, darling.â He drew down in a playful bow, his mouth twitching into a smirk.Â
You hated to say it, but he was entirely your type. From up close, you could see his other piercings more clearly, several earrings lining both ears, glimmering against the cartilage. His right eyebrow donned a shaved slit, decorated with another piercing. Of course the demon you summoned in your dream would be your ideal man. Well, he kind of looked like the edgy Hot-topic boy of your 7th grade selfâs dreams, but you couldnât deny that was still kind of your type still. His jet-black hair framed the sharp cut of his jaw perfectlyâyou were sure he could see you practically drooling over him at this point. He looked crafted by heavenâhell?âitself. Â
Even so, no single part of you desired for him to take your virginity right this second. Maybe under different circumstances, but not with the time ticking down on your math assignment and the fact that he was a fucking demon you just conjured into your room.
You shook your lewd thoughts out of your head, worried for a moment that demons might have some sort of mind-reading powers you werenât aware of. âWell, uh, actually⊠I need help with my math homework.â
He snickered, his eyes trained on you like prey. âYou canât be serious. Tell me youâre not serious.â
âIâm kind of serious. Itâs like 10% of my grade.â
He clicked his tongue against his teeth again, breaking eye contact finally, and you felt a sense of relief as you finally had a moment to breathe away from his suffocating glare.âFor someone who just summoned a demon youâre a real buzzkill.â He perched himself on the edge of the bed, resting his butt lightly against the edge of the frame. âFine,â he groaned. âLetâs say I actually helped you. You know how this works, right? If I do something for you, you have to give me something in return.â
You gulped. This was a dream, it had to be, and the best you could do was go along for the ride. Even so, you couldnât help but feel shaken, despite doing your best to convince yourself it wasnât realâlike some sort of subconscious defense mechanism your body employed in danger. And, well, he kind of seemed like danger. âLike what?â
âWell, normally...â He glanced back over, pinning you down with his gaze once again. âItâd be your soul.âÂ
Your breath stopped in your throat. You werenât quite sure if you were ready to give up your entire soul for 10% of your math grade, although that was a pretty accurate metaphor for your college experience.Â
âYour virginity maybe?â he hummed, drawing his tongue back over his lips, then, seeing your expression, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. âNo? Damn. It doesnât hurt to ask.â
âUm⊠I can offer to make you dinner?â
He paused, his eyes widening for a second, then burst into a cacophony of laughter. It was the first time he broke his exterior, and for a moment, he looked a bit more human. âIâll take it.â Then, more âbut you realize a contract with a demon is binding, right?â
 âSo, Iâm contractually obligated to make you dinner, thatâs what youâre saying?â
He paused, his smile turning amused once more. âFeisty. I like you,â he winked flirtatiously, sending heat rising in your cheeks. You hated to say it, but he was devilishly charming, on top of being probably the hottest being, human or not, youâd ever seen.Â
You glanced at your phone, noting the time ticking down slowly but surely. âOkay, Iâm not joking. The math. My assignment is due in 45 minutes.âÂ
He clicked his tongue in annoyance. âFine. Letâs get this over with.â
He sat next to your side on the bed for a while, guiding you through the problems like some sort of hot e-boy math tutor. Not that you were complaining about that. The way he sat was surprisingly cute, one leg tucked up at his side, the other folded underneath him.
âWhereâd you learn math, anyway?â you asked, admiring his immaculate side profile as his eyes trained on the laptop screen, typing the answers in. âThey have like, demon school or something?â
He gave you a side glance, and you once again felt uneasy under the heat of his gaze. âA demon never reveals his secrets.â
âI thought that was a magician.âÂ
He visibly stifled a laugh, pressing his lips tightly to avoid giving you the satisfaction of breaking his serious exterior. âCan you be quiet? Iâm focusing. Iâm a demon, not a mathematician. This is way out of my scope of work,â he grumbled through his teeth.Â
You watched him silently as he worked. As he typed, his tongue lingered just outside his parted lips in concentration. âEven you sitting next to me is distracting,â he hissed quietly. âYou donât realize what your scent is doing to me right now.â
Right. Your virgin scent. Was that really so appealing to him?Â
âFine. I guess Iâll go make dinner. You promise youâre gonna turn this in in time?âÂ
âIâm contractually obligated,â he responded dryly.Â
You hoisted yourself off the bed and headed to the kitchen to make dinner, but something about leaving a stranger in your room felt strange. No stranger than accepting he was a demon, though, you supposed.Â
You returned with a large plate of pasta, pretty much the only thing you had on hand. He received it apprehensively from you.Â
âWhat?â you asked, offended at his look of disgust. âSorry, I didnât have any fresh human souls on hand. My bad.â Â
You sat across from him on the bed, watching in fascination as he nibbled slowly at the thin spaghetti noodles. âYou have any hot sauce or anything?â he asked, wincing as he took a few more bites.Â
âI barely had enough pasta to feed two people. Iâm a broke college student. Anyway, I never forced you to accept the dinner offer.âÂ
âI didnât think itâd be so bland. What, you didnât know demons prefer spicy food?â
âI didnât know demons existed until today. Whatever, it doesnât matter. This is all a dream Iâm going to wake up from in a bit anyway.â
A wicked smirk danced up on his lips again. âOh, you still think itâs a dream? Cute,â he sang condescendingly. âWell, then I guess it wouldnât matter if I did this...â Â
Your heart seemed to stop in your chest as he crawled forward on his palms. You felt his breath linger on your neck first, then the gentle scrape of his pointed canines against your sensitive skin. Every hair on your body stood up. He pressed them down slightly, just enough to feel the tension on your flesh. Then he bit harder, nearly piercing as he sunk them in.
You reeled back, shoving him off you breathlessly. âWhat the fuck-â
âYou still think itâs a dream? Then it wouldnât matter if it sunk my teeth in. Youâd just wake up, right? Isnât that how dreams are supposed to work?â he taunted, a smile curled up on his lip. His fangs gleamed under the still-dim light of your bedroom. âHumans are so amusing,â  Â
You wiped at your neck, rubbing circles where his teeth pinched your skin. He sat himself upright again and stood up from the bed. âWell, my end of the deal is over. Consider you released from your contract.âÂ
âYouâre leaving?â
âWell Iâm not gonna stay here.â His hand came up to his ear like a phone. âCall me if you have a soul to harvest. You know my number.âÂ
He was gone before you could blink, like an apparition, disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared. Your eyelids grew heavier as you reflected what had just happened, and you wondered what would happen if you fell asleep in a dream. Would you just wake up?Â
You collapsed into bed, still unsure whether or not the past few hours had actually happened or not. Part of you hoped they hadâthere was something about him that was so deeply captivating, you would do anything to see him again.Â
As he said, you did have his ânumberâ.
You woke up dazed, still unsure if you had dreamt the events of the night before. The only sure way to know was to check your assignmentâif you had really fallen asleep while doing your homework, you wouldnât have turned the assignment in, right?
You opened your online class page, scanning for the assignment, and there it was, in bold letters:Â
Submitted: 98%.Â
Your breath caught in your throat. You felt two distinct emotions: relief that you got the assignment turned in, and complete disbelief that your encounter last night was not part of your imagination.
You could summon him again.Â
He seemed about as harmless as a demon could seem. At first, he had been entirely intimatingâhis aura made it seem like he could have eaten your soul right there with no second thoughts. But watching that powerful being, capable of so much evil and chaos, do something as mundane as your math homework⊠that was the most entertaining, and almost adorable thing, youâd ever witnessed.Â
Besides, you had something he desired, something you could dangle in front of him to keep him coming back. You had your virginity, which seemed to be the ultimate prize for a demon like him. The way he had talked about it last night, it seemed you were irresistible for him. But he also accepted your rejection so easily.Â
As long as you kept drafting up meaningless contracts, he had to oblige, right? You werenât sure exactly how it worked, but thatâs how it seemed from your interactions last night. If it worked like you thought it did, his job as a demon was to make a contract with his summoner, no matter how insignificant, as long as he takes something in return.Â
That night, you read the same latin phrase you had before heâd appeared, this time off a sticky note push-pinned in your wall.Â
You heard him again before you saw him, and you whipped your head around to see where he was standing behind you.Â
He wore the same playful, devilish smirk, displaying his fangs. âHmm, you decided to let me harvest your soul now, have you? That was quick.â
It had barely been 24 hours, and yet youâd already forgotten how incredibly hot he was, for lack of a better word. Your lips parted slightly in awe, forgetting for a second to formulate a response.Â
âI hope your silence is a yes,â he interrupted.Â
You shook your attraction to him out of your head for a moment, remembering what you brought him here for. âI want you to clean my bathroom.â
He laughed in disbelief, plopping himself down on the bed. âIâm sorry, you want me to what?â
âThatâs how this works right? I summon you and do what I want. And I give you something in return.â You leaned against the desk behind you.Â
âWhat am I, your errand boy?â
âBut that is how this works, right?â
He clicked his tongue against his teeth in annoyance. âYes,â he grumbled reluctantly. âBut what do I get this time?â
âI cook you dinner again.â
âIâm gonna need more than that.â
âIâll let you bite my neck. Draw blood if you want.â
His eyes widened at your proposal. His reaction confirmed your suspicionâthe blood of a virgin must be like crack to a demon like him. His face went flush. âDeal,â he confirmed eagerly.Â
You watched him as he cleaned, and there was something satisfying about watching this bloodthirsty demon scrubbing the bathtub on his hands and knees. He almost looked a bit pathetic. You stood in the door frame, unable to help from grinning at making him perform such menial tasks. A lot more was at stake now than just dinner, so you might as well have some fun with his end of the bargain. Even on his knees, you couldnât help but watch him in awe. Every part of him was sculpted immaculatelyâhis appearance was distinctly human, and yet he was in all other ways otherworldly.Â
âI canât believe Iâve been reduced to some humanâs lowly errand boy,â he hissed through his teeth.Â
âLess talking, more scrubbing,â you demanded with a smirk, and he shot you a deathly glare.Â
You followed through with your promise of dinner, and this time you came prepared with hot sauce. He devoured it eagerly, and you felt proud for making a dinner worthy of a demonâs praise.Â
But there was still one more promise you had to follow through on, and the thought made your head spin. Â
He sat across from you on the bed, eyes trained on your neck in a very un-subtle display of desire. Youâd never felt so wanted, even if it was just the thought of your virgin blood that had him practically drooling.Â
âYou sure about this?â he asked hesitantly. It was strange that he was even asking permission, as he seemed so eager the other night to just sink his teeth right into you.Â
âIâm contractually obligated,â you teased dryly. Then, more seriously, âBut yes, I am.âÂ
He placed his left hand on your neck, steadying it in place. His fierce, almost predatory gaze washed over you completely.Â
He leaned forward, parting his lips to drag his teeth gently along your neck. You tipped your head back, giving him a better angle. He teased there for a while, lingering his sharp canines on your skin. His breath was hot and heavy against your neck, the warmth of it sending chills rocketing down your spine. Your lips parted slightly, gentle moans escaping at the sensation. The situation was predatory, and yet it felt completely sensual in a way you couldnât quite describe.
He paused for a moment, lips fluttering over your skin as he spoke. âYou have no idea how hard it is not to completely drain you,â he whispered, voice dripping off his tongue with a sort of lustful hunger. âI promise Iâll only take a bit.â
He sunk down, and you heard it before you felt itâthe distinct sound of teeth piercing flesh. You cried out a bit, bringing your own hand to your mouth to muffle your whines. It stung a bit, but in a twisted way, there was something about it you liked. You felt his tongue draw over your wound slowly, lapping deliberately at the fresh blood like a starved animal. Â
He moaned against you, and it echoed in your ear like the most divine sound youâve ever heard. He may have been a demon, but his noises sounded like they came from heaven itself. He pulled your waist against his as he slowly bathed his tongue over the punctured flesh, his fingers squeezing as he grasped at your waist. He littered a few faint kisses across your blood-stained skin, moving slightly down towards your shoulder blades. The sudden sensation drew soft, pleasured moans from your lips.Â
As he finally pulled away, parting his lips tenderly away from your skin, you caught the faintest glimmer of his blacked-out eyes before they flickered back to normal. His deep red irises sparkled like rubies as he maintained eye contact. He brought one of his hands up from your waist, gently wiping at his blood-stained lips with the back of his palm. âSorry, I couldnât help myself for a second. Your skin tastes so sweet, like candy,â he praised softly, voice deep and wanting. âAnd your blood, fuckâitâs like nothing Iâve ever tasted.â
The seductive gleam in his eye signaled that you had awoken something in him, something you hadnât meant to. He was still holding you, probably without even noticing, but you didn't want to draw his attention to it quite yet. You wanted to experience it for just a bit longer if you could. Something about the way he held your waist against his made you crave more of him.Â
Almost as if a switch flipped, his expression went dark, his fingernails suddenly digging all the way into your waist. You yelped in pain as he nearly punctured the skin through your clothes. âI need you to walk away from me right now. Before I do something Iâll regret,â he growled. You watched as his eyes flashed to the same demonic black for a moment.Â
You gulped, slowly backing yourself away from him, scrambling off the bed. "Farther," he groaned painfully, his breathing becoming heavy and labored. His hands clenched at the blanket on the bed, balling into restrained fists. "Now."
You ran from the room, your feet moving before you even knew where they were taking you. You ran all the way down the hallway to the front door, sliding your back down against it as you collapsed to the floor. Your limbs shook weakly, trying to calm yourself down. You must have sat there for an hour or more, completely frozen, not quite aware of the passing of time. You wiped the blood of your neck, but it didn't do much, smearing it across.Â
When you managed to finally stand up again, you made your way hesitantly towards the door of the bedroom, swinging your head around the doorframe first.Â
"San�" you called apprehensively.
But he was gone, leaving only a light imprint on the sheets of the blood-stained bed and two deep punctures in your neck to remind you he was ever there.
[to be continued]
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hi! i wanted to request a smutty fic w prompt 100 with ransom and reader. maybe they were at a party and someone was hitting on reader and touching her and ransom got mad. đ€
Hi love! Again, to everyone (including you) that has sent in a request, iâm sorry itâs taken so long. I feel bad for making people wait but i never wanna upload work thatâs anything short of great in my eyes. I always want to be at my best. This didnât quite go the way i wanted it to but i really hope itâs still good. Everyone reading, please feel free to leave feedback. It helps and is very appropriated.
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Prompt #100:Â âCall me selfish, but i donât ever want anyone else touch youâ
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Jealousy, swearing, smut, sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, slight ownership kink (if you squint) and daddy kink. 18+
Word Count: 3,563
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Over My Dead Body
When making plans for the weekend with Ransom, going to a party full of stuck up rich people wasnât exactly on your agenda. But, seeing itâs part of his lifestyle, you made an exception and besides it was yet another party hosted by his grandfather Harlan.Â
You never used to attend these parties since Ransom never invited you. He preferred to keep your interactions strictly bedroom related, nothing more, nothing less. It was beginning to confuse the hell out of you because sometimes on a rare occasion, heâd let you meet his friends and family.
But as previously stated, itâs rare.
When the two of you first met, sparks flew instantly. Your friend had introduced you, she was on a date with her boyfriend, her boyfriend brought him along just like she brought you along.
Their way of setting you two up. And it worked.
A solid 2 hours after meeting the man, he was balls deep inside of you making you forget your own name and turning you into a moaning mess underneath him. Since then youâve been hooked. Whenever either of you are horny, you fuck.
But like any other fuck buddy relationships, thereâs a catch. You two have a clear love for each other, one that neither of you will ever be brave enough to admit. Mostly because Ransom is a huge commitment phobe. The thought of only being with one girl for the rest of his life scares him and you just donât admit your feelings because the thought of being rejected weighs heavier than the optimism of it working out in your favour.
 Although heâs scared of settling down, Ransom sure did seem keen to bring you along with him to this party tonight which now you come to think of it, heâs been like that the last few times heâs taken you out.
Maybe heâs changing his mind.
âRed wine?â you hear, turning your head to see the man himself holding a wine glass for you and a tumbler glass for himself, no doubt filled with whiskey on the rocks. He does love his whiskey after all.
âThank you, so tell me again. Why am i here?â you ask before taking a rather large sip of your wine, you certainly need liquid courage if youâre going to talk to these people.
âWho else would i have brought?â he responds, voice monotone, almost as if heâs bored and very uninterested. So all this time you thought there was a possibility of him changing his mind when in reality, heâs just been bringing you along to all of these lavish parties to keep up appearances.
No doubt to keep that controlling mother off of his back.
You shrug, continuing to look around as Ransom greets some of his grandfathers guests. One of them looks at you before looking at Ransom who eventually introduces you two, attempting to strike up some small talk until heâs being dragged away to talk to a group of men who no doubt are a lot older than him. Leaving you stood all alone.
Thatâs when you spot a guy across the room. He looks around Ransoms age. Tall, expensive suit, blonde hair and blue eyes. Plus he seems friendly. He raises his hand to wave and you reluctantly strut over, greeting him with a shy smile which he reciprocates.
âSo, whatâs a beautiful woman like yourself doing stood all alone?â his compliment has you flustered and unsure how to respond but still, you find the words âthank you and iâm not alone, i came here with Ra-â
âRansom Drysdale, yeah i saw you with him, where did he disappear to?â
âI have no idea, off talking to random strangersâ you chuckle nervously, feeling slightly embarrassed about his absence. Little do you know, Ransom can see you with this mystery man, gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw at the sight of you laughing.
Surely he canât be that funny, he thinks to himself. But he is. Heâs hilarious.
âSo what do you think drew her to him then?â you giggle, gesturing to the couple next to you, a woman whoâs dressed up to the nines with her husband who looks a lot older than her âoh obviously his looks, what makes you question her intentions?â he smirks and you shove him playfully.
âOh of course. What was i thinking? Silly meâ you wink, downing the rest of your drink in seconds before he takes another flute of champagne off of the waitresses tray for you.
âIf i didnât know any better iâd say youâre trying to get me drunk sirâ you say using your best posh voice. Unbeknownst to you though, Ransom can hear your whole conversation, every single thing youâre saying to this man.
But can he really be mad? Youâre only talking to, right? Besides heâs not exactly your boyfriend so youâre free to talk to whoever you want. Not that you want anyone else.
What he wonât admit now though is how jealous he is right now, heâs had just about enough of another man making you laugh the way that heâs supposed to make you laugh and now the only way this man is taking you home is over his dead body. But for now, heâs gonna make use of his best poker face, side eyeing the two of you on the sly as anger starts to build.
You start to look around the room yourself, trying to find Ransom and as you do, you spot him heading over to the drinks table so you decide to take that as your opportunity to excuse yourself, joining your date.
âHey youâ you bump him, a cheesy grin plastered across your face, one that fades as quickly as it appeared thanks to Ransoms straight and unimpressed expression.
You stand in front of him, blocking his access to the drinks âis everything okay?â but instead of an answer, you get silence. No response whatsoever. Why is he ignoring you?
âRansom?âÂ
âWhat?â he mutters, evidently agitated âwhatâs wrong?â
He chuckles in response, shoving past you to get his drink and lifting the tumbler to his plump pink lips, practically gulping it down without even so much as a flinch âoh donât worry, everything is fine. Hey why donât you go back to your little conversation with Mr Perfect will youâ and just like that, heâs storming away from you and up the stairs to the second floor, instantly regretting sending you back to that man.
What could have gotten him so wound up?
If seeing you with that guy is the problem then maybe he shouldnât have left you.
And without a second more to overthink and fester over his random outburst, you return to the other gentleman. One who knows how to treat you with respect as opposed to shutting you out.
âHello againâ he beams âi was about to say your name but then i remembered we never exchanged thoseâ
âIâm Y/Nâ
âJackâ
âNice to meet you Jackâ
âLikewiseâ
The two of you shake hands as another conversation sparks up, pushing all Ransom related thoughts to the back of your already full brain.
Whilst Ransom is sat in the bathroom. Flustered, angry and ready to blow his lid at something so small. A situation that means nothing. That man means nothing to you, surely. Youâre just being friendly, after all he did leave you to go and socialise. What did he expect you to do? Stand in the corner away from everyone?
You donât want this guy though. Jack is just a friend youâve made here. You want Ransom and he wants you too but his pride is in the way.
God what is wrong with him?
Evidently a lot.
One minute heâs all over you, taking you to parties and the next heâs giving you the silent treatment and acting like youâve done something wrong.
And the only reason for his odd behaviour is because of the plan he made for tonight. Anyone who knows Ransom knows very well about his thoughts on relationships but with you, things are different and they always have been. You force him out of his comfort zone, you challenge him and you make him better. He was so nervous for tonight that the second the two of you arrived at the party he was drinking and acting strange.
As much as the thought of settling down scares him, he knows that itâs much better to tell you than watch you leave and find someone new. Seeing you with that guy only confirmed that.Â
After spending who knows how long in the bathroom trying to talk himself out of kicking up a fuss, he heads back down to the party, maybe he should go and spend more time with you but as he walks down the stairs, he instantly spots you and that same guy again. His hand is on your arm and youâre way too close for his liking. Close enough to make his skin crawl and his jaw clench even tighter.Â
He storms over, hearing his voice as he does so.
âSo i know you came here with Ransom but i was wondering if i could maybe get your number?â he asks, scratching the back of his head as he anxiously awaits your reply.
Jacks nerves are abundantly clear until Ransom cuts you off, stopping you from opening your mouth to respond. He tugs on your arm, pulling you back âthe answers no, prickâ he snaps, dragging you through the crowd and out into the cold night air, barely giving you a chance to say goodbye to anyone and causing goosebumps to form all over your bare arms and legs.
âRansom what the fuck?â you yell, trying your best to yank your arm from his tight grip âjust get in the fucking carâ he demands, opening the door for you. How chivalrous of him. His raised voice made you jump a little, cowering slightly and leaving you with no choice but to do as youâre told.
The second he gets in too, heâs shoving the key in the ignition and speeding off away from the party. Jack and all of the crowd long forgotten not just out of sight but out of mind too. Now all you can think about is Ransom and whatâs got him so angry all of a sudden as he was pretty happy on the journey here.
You darenât speak though, god forbid. Your words will only wind him up further.
Knuckles start to turn white as he grips the steering wheel like never before, his fingers tapping frantically which is an obvious indication of his need to get home as soon as physically possible.
You honestly canât remember if youâve ever seen him this angry in the whole time youâve known him and thatâs quite literally the scariest thing about this.
Eventually you reach his house, or should you say bachelor pad and he barely waits a second for you to exit the car before heâs storming off into the house without you.
Once you get inside heâs nowhere to be seen until you hear a loud slam of a door coming from upstairs. You head up and into the master bedroom instantly to find him undressing and discarding his clothes across the room.Â
âRansomâ you approach him with caution, worry filling your soft and caring voice but the moment youâre a few inches away and about to touch him, he shoots around, scaring you.
âWould you have given him your number?â he questions, his blue eyes looking deep into yours almost like heâs looking into your soul.
âWho? Jack? No, of course not. Whyâre you even asking me that?â you protest, hoping heâll believe you but now you come to think of it, you probably looked way too close for comfort.
âLiesâÂ
âWhy are you being like this?â
âBecause it sure seemed like the two of you were getting awfully cosy tonight, laughing, drinking, touching each otherâ he explains, closing the space between you and making you gulp.
âWell maybe if you hadnât of treated me like i was invisible all night then i wouldnât have needed to make friends with him. You forget that you barely said a word the whole timeâ now youâre the one thatâs angry as you step back after your outburst, watching him carefully. His next actions shock you though as he just laughs, turning away and speed walking across the bedroom to the en suite. But before you can even follow him, he slams the door, making you flinch and then as you thought he would, he locked it.
Why canât he ever be mature enough to talk about things. All he ever does is avoid confrontation. You donât really like it either but at least youâre trying to sort whatever issue has him all in his feelings and angry.
Rather than sitting and waiting for him to leave the bathroom, you decide to go and get ready for bed in the other one, showering before getting dressed into whatever you can find. Which just so happen to be a shirt of his.
He dries off, wrapping a towel around his waist before unlocking the door and walking out to find you sat on the bed.
âThe answer is no and thatâs the truthâÂ
âOh yeah? Then why was his hands all over you like you were there with him tonight?âÂ
âThat was nothing, we were just laughing. What about you though huh? Snapping at me all night, leaving me and then deciding at the very last second that you want to spend time with me. Felt a lot like just another one of your gamesâ it doesnât look like he believes you and now youâre over trying to prove yourself.
âI left to talk to people and i was acting funny because going to those parties never end well, i wasnât playing games with youâ he stalks towards you, closing the gap.
Okay, now that makes sense. It explains all about how his behaviour changed when the two of you entered the actual party.
âYou know, seeing you with that guy wasnât easy. I got angry. All this time i thought you knew that you belonged to me, clearly i was wrongâ his fingers graze your arm before settling underneath your chin and tilting it up, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.
âMaybe you need a reminderâ heâs so close to you now, his hands are all over your waist, moving down agonisingly slow towards your ass. He smacks the backs of both thighs as a signal for you to jump and you do. How can you resist?
His lips attack yours in a brief and passionate kiss before he throws you down to the bed âiâm gonna make you forget all about himâ he then removes the towel.
You furrow your brows watching as he lifts your (his) shirt up, revealing your laced panties. His favourite on you. He spreads your legs with his hands as he tugs you to the edge of the bed, kneeling down to press a firm kiss to the inside of both your thighs.
Thatâs when he does what he always does, turns you into a moaning mess by devouring your pussy like a man starved. Sucking, slurping and flicking his tongue all over your sex effortlessly like your body was made for him. Just how you felt the first time he ever touched and tasted you.
âMhmm, just like thatâ you run your fingers through his styled locks, messing them up without a care. âIâm the only one for you" he mumbles and it vibrates onto your clit making you giggle.
âYouâve always been the only oneâ you whisper and he looks up at you with lustful eyes but also a look of love. One youâve not seen before or maybe youâve never noticed.
The way he looks at you isnât new but all this time youâve assumed itâs because of his attraction to you, that heâs only looking at you that way because of his uncontrollable lust.
âOnly i am allowed to touch you like this, taste youâ his lips wrap around your clit, sucking like his life depends on it as his thick digits tease your dripping entrance âsâwet sweetnessâ
You tug a little harder as you lift your bum off of the bed, grinding yourself on his face with a burning desire for that sweet release, the one only he has been able to give you âthatâs it sweetness, cum all over my face, cum for daddyâ his low and raspy voice spurring you on and talking dirty sends you over that edge as you cum with a loud moan. Quicker than usual.
You try to push him off as you scrunch your eyes closed, seeing stars. All you can focus on is how sensitive you are but heâs cleaning you up with his tongue, clearly canât get enough of how you taste.
âAlways so sweetâ he gets back up, moving you further up the bed and parting your legs as he hovers above you with his fingers making quick work to slip your panties to the side. The tip of his cock rests at your entrance as he dips his head to capture your lips with his tongue pushing past them and into your mouth to battle with your tongue.
You can taste yourself on him and that alone arouses you leading you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso âi need you, nowâ you plead, urging him to give you what you want, which he does. He pushes in slowly at first, seating himself deep inside before really moving.Â
His pace gets going, rocking his hips back and forth, making sure to fill you up all the way as you claw at his back, your mouth hanging open in the perfect O shape âfuck, daddy it feels so goodâ you groan moving with him in his thrusts.
âFeel good baby?â he pants, resting his head in the crook of your neck, placing open mouthed kisses to your weak spot âtell daddy how good it feels sweetness. Use your wordsâ he growls and you lift his head up so you can kiss him, cupping his face with one hand âit feels incredible, please donât stopâ
âWouldnât dream of it. Wanna feel that pussy cream all over my cock. Give it to me sweetnessâ he licks his index and middle fingers before pressing them down on your clit hard, rubbing aggressively as his pace turns animalistic.
Heâs ramming into you with such vigor, his breath fanning your shoulder and the noises heâs making are a far cry from just moaning. No heâs not moaning, heâs upset too or at least bothered by something.
âCan feel you squeezing me sweetness, you close?â he kisses your shoulder but this time heâs more gentle, almost as if heâs afraid of breaking you.
âYes, oh my god iâm gonna cum. Please, keep goingâÂ
The two of you move more frantically. Desperately chasing a joint release.
Grunts, growls and the sound of skin slapping together fills the room, the sound bouncing off of the walls as you both near closer. Thatâs when you turn the tables around, kissing his neck this time, biting too.
âIâm gonna cum daddyâ
âGod i love you so much, cum with meâÂ
3.2.1
And youâre legs are shaking in the air, his cock starts to twitch before he coats your walls with his hot seed.
âI love you tooâ
As he looks back into your eyes, you see it, the tears brimming and threatening to spill but he quickly kisses you, knowing full well that itâll distract you but not this time. You pull back to look again but he only moves.
âYou know i donât think i was ever angry at youâ he starts, standing up to retrieve the towel âit was him. Seeing him flirting with you only made me realise what i wantedâ you get off of the bed now, approaching him âcall me selfish, but i donât ever want anyone else to touch youâ he rests his forehead to yours, his hands resting on your waist âyouâre mine, plain and simpleâ
âYou never were one to do things the easy wayâ the two of you laugh before he kisses you âthe easy way is boringâ
Although youâre shocked about his confession, you darenât pry more right now on his feelings. For now you just want to enjoy this moment. The two of you feel the same and thatâs enough for you.
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Throwing my hat into the âWhy did Paul and Jane break up?â ring. There have been fantastic posts on this already, but looking at the McCartney bios by Sounes and Salewicz back-to-back has given me a slightly different perspective (this could all need to be tossed out if anything else about them comes to light/thereâs other material Iâm not aware of, which is more than possible, but hereâs what Iâve got for now!)Â
The short version: I think they split up because of a lack of long-term compatibility that they both recognized as they got older. They also grew to prefer different lifestyles and possibly also had different ideas about whether/when to start trying to have children. By the time they split up, Paul had already realized, according to the joint interview with Jane described in Hunter Daviesâ 1968 bio, that it was âsillyâ of him to have expected Jane to do what the other Beatlesâ partners had done and give up her career after marriage (Paul describing his expectation as having been âsillyâ is in Davies 308-309. The observation that all the other women who had âmarried in to the bandâ had given up their careers because that was âexpected by men of [the Beatlesâ background]â is in Sounes 189). Jane having a career she wanted to continue after marriage seems to have been resolved as a possible impediment before the split. The Salewicz bio suggests that what *may* have been a factor was the question of children, with Jane not wanting them to interfere with her career. However, itâs not clear from that bio when this question came up for them--whether it was closer to the time of the split or whether it had been discussed and resolved prior to their engagement. I think these are the main reasons they split. I donât think his many, many, many affairs helped at all, but I think the above reasons are the main ones.
Jane and Paul got together when they were quite young (Jane was 17 and Paul was 20) and their interests diverged in a few ways that really mattered as they got older. As the bios have suggested, Jane wasnât really into rock ânâroll and really wasnât into the drug scene. Paul was into both (understatement!). This likely contributed to the tension that people like Marianne Faithful witnessed between them. In addition to that, they both seemed to realize that they didnât ultimately âclick.â For bio excerpts and more, please see below!
In terms of not actually âclicking,âwhich would be enough reason to end a relationship on its own, imo, hereâs what Jane Asher had to say (sourced from the amazing @thecoleopterawithana via @amoralto:Â
âNo, it wasnât love at first sight on my side. It was several months before I felt at all certain. And of course, I was young. Only seventeen. Inevitably, one changes. After all, Paul himself was only twenty when we met.
âI knew in my bones that the break must inevitably come a long time before it actually happened. Although we had this emotional thing for each other, we found it difficult to be really happy together....â
Jane Asher, interview w/ Godfrey Winn for The Australian Womenâs Weekly: Girl with a broken love affair. (April 23rd, 1969)
And hereâs Paul in Many Years From Now:Â
âDuring that period with Jane Asher I learned a lot and she introduced me to a lot of things, but I think inevitably when I moved to Cavendish Avenue, I realized that she and I werenât really going to be the thing weâd always thought we might be. Once or twice we talked about getting married, and plans were afoot but I donât know, something really made me nervous about the whole thing. It just never settled with me, and as thatâs very important for me, things must feel comfortable for me, I think itâs a pretty good gauge if youâre lucky enough. Youâre not always lucky enough, but if you can feel comfortable then thereâs something very special about that feeling. I hadnât quite managed to be able to get it with Jane....She was a very intelligent and interesting person, but I just never clicked. One of those indefinable things about love is some people you click with and some people who you should maybe click with, you donâtâ (264, 452-453).Â
In addition to their own words, there are differing takes from observers about Paul and Janeâs compatibility and reasons for the split. Artists like Jann Howarth, who along with Peter Blake made the Sergeant Pepper art and had known the Beatles for âfour yearsâ before that observes in the Sounes bio that:
âI thought [Paul and Jane] were adorable together. She was wonderful. She was a very calm person and, in the middle of all this, you felt she was a wonderful balance for him, and you felt she was his equal for sure. It didnât feel to me as though Paul was the big deal and she was trembling along behind, whereas you felt that a bit with Pattie Boyd and some of the other gals. I mean Cynthia was left standing still, basically, by John. Whereas you felt Jane was an absolute equal to Paul and had a very supple mindâ (131).Â
Howarth sees them as âadorableâ together and says that Janeâs âPaulâs equal for sureâ and doesnât suggest that this is a source of tension in any way.
Marianne Faithful, who frequently visited Cavendish with Mick Jagger, seems to imply in her autobiography that a major cause for the tensions she observed between Paul and Jane were related to Janeâs career aspirations and that Paul had wanted âan old-fashioned Liverpool wife,â which is what he got with Linda. However, I think itâs worth noting that while there had been tensions about Janeâs career, as detailed in the Davies bio (though Paul had also been really excited about and supportive of Janeâs career), Paul had already recognized that he had been being âsilly.â Of course, there may have been continuing tensions related to it, but it sounds like Paul realized heâd been wrong on the whole. In addition to that, Marianne and Mick were part of the rock ânâ roll drug crowd Jane disapproved of, so these tensions between Paul and Jane that Faithfull observed may very well also have been related to Jane not being thrilled about more drug-using rock ânârollers taking over her house. Â
Hereâs the bit from Marianne Faithfullâs book via The Guardian:
Visits to Paul and Jane Asher weren't quite as relaxed. They were a bit uptight, and there were constant little frictions, but that's what happens when couples start to come apart. In any case, I was in a very different position from the one that Jane found herself in. I'd done what Paul wanted Jane to do, and given up my career. I wasn't going on tour with the Old Vic; I wasn't taking any more movie roles and very few parts in plays. Jane was a serious actress and wanted to continue her career, but Paul had other ideas. That's why Linda was so perfect for Paul; she was just what he wanted, an old-fashioned Liverpool wife who was devoted to her husband. Whatever we thought of Linda - and she didn't make that great an impression on me - I think it was a credit to Paul that he didn't marry a model. Because that's what all the others have ended up doing, they've married these models. And they have children who also become models.
The Guardian, 6 October 2007.
In his bio of Paul (which doesnât directly address Faithfullâs comments), Sounes doesnât suggest that the perception that Paul would be happy to be with someone who was prepared to let their own career take the backseat, at least for a time, is wrong (I do think itâs important to mention that in addition to her Wings career and solo/with Paul songwriting work, Linda also did work that didnât involve Paulâs career at all down the line, like working on her cookbooks and frozen food line). But Sounes does say that it was much more than that that drew Paul and Linda together:
âAnything Paul wanted to do seemed possible with Linda, or Lin as he called her affectionately. She had bucket-loads of American confidence, which he liked. Both were relaxed and open about sex...Lin dug rock ânâ roll in a way Jane never had and unlike Jane, this American girl wasnât uptight about drugs. Although a modern, liberated woman in some ways, Lin wasnât a committed careerist. She was already tired of scratching a living as a rock ânâroll photographer, more than ready to settle down with a man who could look after her and Heatherâ Fab (215).Â
Paul was also ready to start a family. Indeed, John Lennon suggested that part of what drew Paul to Linda was the âready-made family.â In the same interview where John pointed out that Linda could provide a âready-made family,â he claimed that Jane was not ready for children: âIf Jane was to have a career, then thatâs not a cozy family, is it?â Chris Salewiczâs Paul bio also addresses this, saying:
âA source of considerable contention between Paul and Jane--perhaps the cause of those adverse remarks about the theatre to Joe Orton--was her insistence that having children would interfere with her acting career. Yet, now that Paul had everything he could possibly ever want, all that remained to fulfill his life was the presence of children, something he had always desired far more than the other Beatlesâ (199).
While we (or at least I!) donât know whether Paul and Jane had discussed the issue of children before they got engaged, disagreements over whether or when to have kids contribute to a fair number of breakups to this day--and they had plenty of good reasons, from just not âclickingâ in the right way to disagreements over drugs, to break up anyway.Â
#Paul McCartney#Jane Asher#Linda McCartney#Paul and Jane#Paul and Linda#long post#really really really long post#and I have thoughts about Linda being a traditional Liverpool wife too#but that was already too long#I just edited to mention all the cheating#and could have talked about it more#but I really don't think it was a primary factor#down to discuss though!
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