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amirasainz · 10 hours ago
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I have a request for Lando Norris x Sister!reader where she gets cheated on. Please🫶🏻 I love your writing
Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!
-xoxo babygirl 🧡
Big Brother to the Rescue
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The paddock was buzzing with activity, fans cheering and cameras clicking as drivers moved between interviews and meetings. It was a typical race weekend—hectic, thrilling, and intense. But for Yn, none of it seemed to matter.
She walked beside Lando, her older brother, keeping her head down. Normally, she loved being at the Grand Prix. She’d tease Lando about his starts, laugh at his banter with the other drivers, and soak in the high-energy atmosphere. But today, her heart felt heavy.
Lando, always in tune with her moods, glanced down at her and frowned. “You’re too quiet,” he said as they reached the McLaren hospitality area. “This isn’t like you. What’s wrong?”
Yn sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
That was all it took for Lando’s protective instincts to kick in. “Oh, you’re definitely talking about it. Did something happen? Who do I need to fight?”
Yn couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at his immediate leap to violence. “It’s nothing. Just...my boyfriend cheated on me.”
Lando froze mid-step. He turned to her, his expression shifting from shock to anger. “He what?”
“Cheated,” Yn repeated, her voice cracking slightly. “With some girl he met at a party. I found out yesterday.”
Lando clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. “That absolute—” He cut himself off, taking a deep breath. “Okay. First of all, you don’t deserve that. Second, I’m going to make sure you’re okay. And third, if I ever see him, he’s toast.”
Yn smiled faintly at his overprotective tone. “Thanks, Lan. But I don’t think anything can cheer me up right now.”
Lando wasn’t having it. “Challenge accepted.”
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Throughout the morning, Lando hovered around her like a mother hen. He brought her tea, her favorite snacks, and even a McLaren hoodie to keep her warm. The other drivers began to notice.
“Why is Yn so quiet today?” Carlos asked, walking over to where she sat with her tea. “You’re usually giving Lando a hard time.”
“She’s going through something,” Lando replied, his tone making it clear the topic was off-limits. He wrapped an arm around Yn’s shoulders and pulled her closer. “But don’t worry. I’ve got this.”
Carlos raised an eyebrow but didn’t push further. He ruffled Yn’s hair affectionately before heading off.
A little while later, Charles and Pierre stopped by. “Yn, you’re not smiling,” Charles said, crouching down to her eye level. “That’s illegal. Lando, what have you done?”
“For once, it’s not my fault,” Lando said, rolling his eyes. “She’s just—she’s sad. Leave her alone.”
Pierre, never one to resist a joke, smirked. “Do you need us to scare someone off? We’re good at that.”
“I can scare people off just fine,” Lando said firmly. “Thanks.”
Yn managed a small laugh, which made Charles and Pierre exchange victorious looks.
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Later, when Ollie came by, he took one look at Yn and immediately tried to lighten the mood. “I’ve got an idea,” he announced, sitting down beside her. “What if I became your new boyfriend? I’d treat you like a queen.”
Yn laughed for the first time all day, the sound catching Lando’s attention from across the room. He walked over, arms crossed.
“Really, Ollie?” Lando said, glaring at his friend. “That’s the best you’ve got?”
“What?” Ollie said, holding up his hands in mock innocence. “I’m just saying, I’d be an upgrade.”
Yn shook her head, still giggling. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous, but effective,” Ollie said, winking at her.
Lando wasn’t amused. “Stick to racing, mate.”
Ollie shrugged and walked off, leaving Yn smiling. “He’s an idiot,” she said, leaning her head on Lando’s shoulder.
“True,” Lando agreed. “But if it made you laugh, I’ll allow it.”
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As the day wore on, Lando continued to dote on Yn. He handed her tissues when she teared up, reminded her to drink water, and even skipped a strategy meeting to sit with her in the quiet corner of the hospitality area.
“You know,” Yn said softly, “you’re a really good brother.”
“Obviously,” Lando replied with a smirk. “But thanks. And for real, Yn, don’t let that guy make you feel like you’re not enough. He’s the idiot, not you.”
Yn sniffled and smiled up at him. “You’re the best.”
“Duh,” Lando said, pulling her into a hug. “Now, what do you say we watch the race together? I’ll dedicate my first overtake to you.”
Yn laughed, feeling lighter than she had all day. “Deal.”
By the time the sun set over the paddock, Yn was back to herself, and it was all thanks to Lando—her overprotective, slightly annoying, but always reliable big brother.
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shixcherie · 1 day ago
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Gonna Make You Rock Hard | Jeong Yunho ☆
~ ~ call me chérie ☆
Navigation | Kinktober List
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☆ Day 30: Mask Kink (Connected with Rum To My Whiskey (iykyk!😉))
↬ [ Synopsis ] : Under dim lights and the cover of a masquerade party, you’re alone with Yunho, the man you’ve been craving all night, with only one rule: the mask stays on. What starts as a playful bet with Wooyoung soon turns into a sultry, forbidden encounter behind closed doors, where every whispered word and heated touch makes the stakes feel deliciously higher.
☆Word count : 1.8k ☆Genre : Smut, no plot just drunk and fun vibes, Non-idol Au. ☆Pairing : Stranger in the party! Yunho x F.Reader
☆ ☆ ☆WARNINGS : mdni!, reader’s craving for Yunho builds all evening, playful eye flirting, alcohol-fueled tension, mask kink, mild voyeurism, size kink (it’s Yunho, after all), dom/sub undertones, messy and intense makeout sess, fingering (fem receiving), biting kink, praise (pet names like babygirl, baby, cutie), unprotected sex (remember to wrap it, buddies), overstimulation, and filthy talk.
A/N NOTE : With this fic ma chéries, we conclude Kinktober 2024🏆. Thank you for sticking with me till the end. I appreciate and love each and every one of you, and in whichever way you supported this rookie writer, THANK YOU SOO FUCKING MUCH! 💖😘🤗
I love ATEEZ (Atiny for life 💖����‍☠️), and writing these fics about them made me appreciate the art they create even more🤩. I also explored new genres and learned that I can write various genres and scenarios (they all did not turn out perfect, but some did and to me what really matters is that I actually gave it a try).
I will be on a short break and then will come back with more awesome stuff for y’all. Till then, enjoy these 30 fics (my first writing work…ahhhhh…this feels surreal). Hope u miss me🥺...cuz I sure as hell will😤. Thank u again for giving my work a chance! Adios! 👋👋
P.S.: My DMs and requests are open now..so feel free to send me any particular requests you guys have or any msgs you wanna send me. I will be gone for now but will be responding to comments & dms. Adios mah loves...Byeeeee.
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Before stepping into that dimly lit room with Yunho, you remembered exactly how you had ended up there.
It had started with Wooyoung and his unpredictable games, pushing you to see just how far you would go to prove a point.
“If you’re as bold as you say, then show it,” he had dared, a smirk dancing on his lips as he nudged his chin toward Yunho, the man you had been eyeing all night at the masquerade-themed party at Club Havana. “Hook up with him and prove me right. But here’s the catch,” he added, his grin widened mischievously. “The mask stays on the entire time.”
The cocktails had been flowing freely, and Yunho had looked like an absolute snack, leaving you more than a little tipsy and far too eager to rise to the challenge. The thrill of proving Wooyoung wrong and maybe even showing him just how unpredictable you could be had landed you here, flirting with Yunho before you could even give it a second thought.
The attraction had been instant, his charming smile and intense gaze igniting a spark in you that only grew stronger with each passing moment.
So here you were, leading Yunho through the crowd and away from the party's noise. A mix of drunk excitement from Havana’s finest shots and the thrill of winning the bet coursed through your veins.
The mask you had worn only added to the excitement as you both made your way into the room.
The deep red walls of the room had welcomed you under the dim lights, shadows casting an intimate glow that served as an invitation for the moments about to unfold. As you closed the door, the sounds from the club outside became muffled, leaving you and Yunho in silence. The scent of leather and faint traces of cologne filled your senses, the air in the room growing thicker with every passing second.
You faced him, your masked gaze teasing. His eyes searched yours, curiosity slowly turning into hunger. As you took a step closer, your fingers slid up his chest, moving slowly as you felt the warmth of his skin through his shirt. You could tell it was driving him crazy, not seeing all of you, your eyes just peeking through the mask. He caught your hand, his grip warm and firm, his fingers tracing slow circles against your wrist.
“Are you always this mysterious ?” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, his eyes locked on yours with a delicious mixture of intrigue and excitement.
You gave a sly smile, tilting your head just enough for the light to catch your lips. “Only for the right kind of company,” you replied, your voice filled with playful flirtation.
A slow grin spread across his face as he stepped closer, closing the distance between you. His hand found your waist, his fingers firm as he pulled you against him. His gaze flickered to your lips, torn between playing the game or surrendering to it. His chest rose and fell, his breath quickening as his eyes tried to memorize every inch of what the mask hid.
You reached up, your fingertips brushing his jaw, soft and deliberate. Leaning in, your lips hovered near his ear. “Want to see what’s behind the mask?” you murmured, your breath warm against his skin.
His chuckle was low and rich, his other hand sliding to the back of your neck, his thumb grazing your collarbone. “Maybe not,” he teased, his lips brushing your cheek. “I think I like the mystery. It keeps things… thrilling.”
You smirked, leaning into his touch, your hands gliding to his shoulders. The mask and the tequila shots you had taken fueled your boldness as you pressed closer, your lips brushing his in a kiss that sparked between tender and electric. He deepened it, his hand trailing to the small of your back, pulling you tighter as if he was as captivated by the game as you were.
As seconds passed, his kisses grew hungrier, his hands exploring your curves with desperate passion. When his fingers grazed the edge of your mask, you caught his wrist, stopping him with a playful, breathless smile.
“Not yet,” you whispered, your voice soft but commanding.
His laugh was low and rough, filled with something darker. “Alright,” he murmured, pulling you closer, his hands refusing to leave your body. His fingers pressed into your hips, giving a little squeeze on your ass, which excited you even more. He had surrendered to the mystery, letting the unknown drive him wild as he lost himself in every inch of you he could reach. Everything but what was hidden behind the mask.
The mask had become part of the game, a sensual mystery like a barrier between you that fed his desire and made each touch more desperate.
His hands, once hesitant, now roamed with bold intent, tracing your curves with a hunger that matched the fire in his kiss. His lips crashed into yours, deep and demanding, pushing you back until the cool surface of the wall pressed against you, a faint contrast to the heat building between your bodies. As he surrendered to the game, his restraint slowly slipped away, leaving only the raw, electric energy that burned hotter with every touch, every breath.
His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, brushing lightly before pressing firmly, the sensation making your breath hitch. His touch grew bolder as his fingers found your core, your arousal evident.
Slowly, he slid one thick finger into you, his pace teasing at first, each movement deliberate, as if testing how far he could push you. But as your breaths quickened, he picked up speed, his fingers curling and thrusting in a rhythm that had you gripping his shoulders for support.
The pleasure built quickly, the pressure overwhelming, and when you came undone around him, your moans muffled against his neck, he didn’t stop. Instead, he added another finger, the stretch making your body arch into him. His lips grazed your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as he drove you toward another release.
Your legs trembled, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you gasped for air, the intensity leaving you weak and breathless. But Yunho wasn’t done. His hands and lips kept you tethered to him, his movements relentless as he worked to break down every barrier between you.
The mask remained, teasing him with what he couldn’t see, but he didn’t care, if he couldn’t uncover your secret, he would take everything else, leaving you trembling and completely at his mercy.
Pressed against the cold wall, the chill against your skin only made the heat between you burn hotter. You felt him move closer, his body pressing into yours. His hips ground against you with deliberate intent, letting you feel every bit of his desire. The friction sent sparks through you, each movement making your breath hitch and your body ache for more.
His hands slid down your thighs, lifting one leg effortlessly, holding you as if he had done this a hundred times. His touch was steady was strong but careful as he tugged your panties away with practiced ease, his focus completely on you.
Your breath caught when he revealed himself, and for a moment, all you could do was stare. A mix of awe and arousal overwhelmed you, your thoughts spinning with the idea of him inside you. His hand moved back to your leg, grounding you, while his hips pressed forward, his hard length teasing against your skin.
The way he moved, slow and purposeful, stoked a fire deep inside, and soft moans escaped your lips, filling the room. Your knees trembled, barely able to hold you, but his strong hands kept you steady as he lifted you into his arms.
You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, your body instinctively clinging to his strength. His eyes met yours, dark and full of restrained hunger, his expression both commanding and tender. The mask on your face gave you a boldness you had never felt, adding a thrill to every moment. As he positioned himself, his length pressed teasingly against you, and your body arched toward him, desperate to close the unbearable gap.
When he finally pushed inside, the feeling was overwhelming, a perfect mix of fullness and heat that left you gasping. He paused just long enough for you to adjust before he started moving, slow and steady at first, every thrust sending shivers through you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as the rhythm built, each movement deeper, faster, more urgent. The intensity grew with every second, his pace losing control, his need for you taking over.
The mask stayed on, a reminder of the thrill of the moment, giving you the confidence to completely let go. Your moans grew louder, your body trembling under the pressure of his relentless pace. Stars danced before your eyes as your vision clouded, the intensity of it all consuming you. His lips brushed against your neck, his breath hot and heavy as he muttered low, broken words that sent you even closer to the edge. Every thrust felt like a claim, every move a promise, as if he knew exactly what you needed and gave it without hesitation.
It felt like you had known each other forever, your bodies fitting together perfectly, moving as one. The tension built higher and higher until finally, with one last thrust, you broke apart, the release crashing over you in waves. Your body trembled in his arms as the pleasure overwhelmed you, every nerve alive and buzzing.
Moments later, his movements grew erratic, his breathing ragged as he buried himself deeper into you, chasing his own release. With a low groan, he came undone, his grip tightening on your waist as he spilled into you, his body shuddering against yours. You held him close, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” Your words seemed to pull him further into the moment, his tension melting into complete surrender.
Even when it was over, he didn’t let go. His hands stayed on you, holding you close as you caught your breath, your body still humming with the aftershocks. His dark eyes lingered on your face, the mask a silent reminder of the game you had played and won. No words were spoken, but the moment hung between you, heavy with the memory of something unforgettable.
As you both recovered, your breaths slowly steadied, though the air around you remained charged. His arms stayed wrapped around you, reluctant to let you go. With a soft smile, you gently slipped out of his embrace, his hands lingering on your waist as if trying to hold on to the moment.
“Will I see you again ?” he asked, his voice low, almost pleading.
Adjusting your mask, you took a step back, tilting your head playfully. “Maybe… if you’re lucky,” you purred, a teasing lilt in your voice.
Your lips curved into a smirk into a half promise, half challenge as you walked towards the door. Just before disappearing into the crowd, you paused, looking over your shoulder, your eyes locking with his one last time. “Try not to miss me too much,” you added with a wink, your tone equal parts flirtation and mischief.
The club swallowed you, leaving him standing there, still burning from your touch, his eyes fixed on the spot where you had vanished. The mystery of your face still lingered behind that mask.
Even in the shadows, you could feel his gaze following you, and you knew that tonight, you had won the game and you were unforgettable.
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~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off
DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.
© ShixCherie.
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therabbitthatpostthings · 2 days ago
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Live Arcane Reaction; Act 3:
Ep 7: Thank god the killmonger cut only exist in the hell dimension- don’t let them give you a fuck ass cut Ekko.
Powder my princess- IS THAT VANDER’S FINE ASS
OH MY GOD MILO CLAGGOR!!!
Jayce my princess I never doubted you. I knew the Hexcore fucked you up girl🫶🏾
Goddammit every frame in this show is a painting
VI MY POOKIE BEAR WHY
There is something so heartbreaking about the Bridge of Progress being used as an actual progression between the two cities. An olive branch. What could have been.
Jayce istg they do not want you to be happy-
BRO HE JUST WANTED TO PLAY WITH SOME MAGIC-
“Viktor is the mage” theory you might just have merit
Arcane artists I will see you in HELL for that Viktor/Jayce parallel of them literally building themselves up, morphing their damaged bodies to move forward.
Ekko and Jinx girls enjoy your SCRAPS-
WHAT WE COULD OF BEEN GODDAMMIT! FUCK!!!!!
Actual fucking tears in my eyes- FUCK THEY COULD HAVE BEEN SO CUTE- also the hard cut to Jayce and the Hexcore glitching like TV glitches as the universe breaks down.
MY BOY JUST WANYES TO PLAY IN SOME MAGIC!
Thank god he didn’t die in that universe too I would have crashed out Powder deserves to be- SHE KEPT THE CRYSTAL!?
Ep 8: oh thank god my Pookies is alive- IS ANYTHING SACRED- why the fit kinda eat tho….
I need everyone to understand I was SO happy about Mel being alive that I barely understood anything those mages said. I was just happy my babygirl is alive. GOD THAT MAKES THE FLOWER IMAGERY IN THE OPENING MUCH BETTER.
I just remembered Isha is dead... FUCK HIEMERDINGER DIED TOO 😭
Nooo Vander- NO VIKTOR- nice to know I am not immune to indoctrination.
Huck cannot catch a break omfg
LORIS MY BELOVED 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾
Hi traitor- omg Cait cute hairstyle
The divorce is not going well for these two.
Jayce and Mel have not seen each other for god knows how long- DONT FUCKING YELL AT HER JUST CAUSE YOUR SITUATIONSHIP WENT SOUTH!
The throuple is back together and it’s TOXICCCC
I would just like to point out that when Viktor said this all started with Jayce, the parallels between Jayce and Ekko is still going. Like I could on for pages about these two at this point.
Fuck they made this Yaoi TOXIC-
FUCK THEY MADE THIS MAGIC TOXIC- is it wrong still stand by Viktor. Like I know he’s wrong but he’s so fine. Jayce and Viktor’s parallels, Jayce and Ekko- lord.
FUCKING FINALLY THE SISTERS ARE- well shit
Jayce and Mel, I never doubted this ship. I never doubted this relationship. I thought they were good for each, the rest of the world is just full of haters.
Sevika thank god they dumb bitches get on my nerves, I need someone with a functioning brain cell to lead us to salvation.
I’m gonna be on my fucking deathbed talking about the Zaunites joining Piltover to fight a battle they done have to, to save their homes- to make Progress.
Vi, it’s okay- OH MY GOD
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Istg this show cannot- I’m- Ambessa my love I’m still reeling from the gays, give me a moment. VANDER MY LOVE NOOO! SINGED I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL!
Oh fuck- we’re in it now
Ep 9:
EKKO THANK GOD- most stressful 3 mins of my life.
Honestly I don’t trust these dumb bitches at all. Jayce and Vi are like 2 for 2 on losing fights. Ekko save us Ekko. I had hope on Sevika but her leaving is so real. She has been let down by these people so many times- GERT NOOOOO
LORIS NOOOOOO
Thank god fish guy made it
Ambessa rises from the ashes like a demon- I KNEW IT I KNEW THAT BITCH WAS A TRAITOR!
GOD IS A WOMAN AND HER NAME IS MEL MEDARDA!!!
YEA JINX! SEVIKA IM SORRY I DOUBTED YOU QUEEN NEVER AGAIN I SWEAR!
There is something so special to me about piano boy being the one to make the shot. Like the smallest thing can make a difference, anyone can rise to the occasion.
Of course Ambessa is one step ahead
I have issues, I still think Viktor is so hot rn.
I know my girls are getting their asses beat rn but let’s appreciate they let the girls get down and dirty in a fight. No pretty fighting- my bitches scrap-
Bow your heads. We lost THE bad bitch today.
Omfg there’s still like 20 mins left
I should have known this plan was gonna go to shit the minute Jayce and Vi sat next to each other.
Praying for the salvation for my girl, Sevika I promised not to- FUCK
Ekko please save these idiots- SAVE US EKKO.
Jayce understanding that he was the soldier in the ash like yeah dummy- DID IT CLICK YET- Please let Viktor be the mage, I will not let this theory die.
Fuck I wanna side against Viktor but he looks gorgeous in the Arcane.
Oop Jayvik nation rise.
EKKO THANK GOD THATS MY BOY SAVIOR
HE WAS THE MAGE THE WHOLE TIME-
I’m actually in tears this isn’t a bit, like I’m actually crying
Viktor I never doubted you, I never forsaken you, I never hated you, I never turned against you, I never thought less of you. He could have actually succeeded and I would have stood by him.
Oh damn Jayvik nation rise for real, I was just joking the first time-
JINX I NEVER DOUBT- FUCK
This show is so beautiful, every scene a painting. Mel in all noxian gear while still wearing her purple eyeshadow, a mix of her roots but also the promise to move forwards and look ahead.
Yall im so fucking stressed and there’s only 3 minutes left.
No one talk to me for the next few days- I’m going through some shit okay-
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crazyaboutto · 10 hours ago
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@marshmellin was talking about elves and their multiple names and mentioned how Galadriel's name came to be in the server
Her epessë, Alatáriel ("Maiden Crowned with Radiant Garland"), was given to her by her husband, Teleporno. The name Galadriel is the Sindarin version of her epessë.
Which got me into thinking if Sauron would like to give her a new name and if he'd refuse to use the name her ex gave her after getting together.
Sauron's potential names for Galadriel:
My Queen
My lady and saviour
Lady who should step on me
Babygirl
Choke me, mommy
Professional seditionist
Sauron's names for her would be in Black Speech since he's not like other men, he's different.
Galadriel's name for Sauron:
Maidenless behaviour
Hair style stealer
Mr-I-have-many-names
Raft master
Alley fighter
Worm
Given how he has yet to add a word for Queen in BS, it's truly maidenless behaviour
So any native black speech speaker here? What would these names be in BS?
Btw you can join the server here
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moirindeclermont · 1 day ago
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Bridgerton folks, you asked... There it is. Daddy!Colin in all his glory.
While I can't predict exactly where this fic is going to go (as I write on the spot) the premise in this case is that consent is assumed where not explicitly stated. Also, I'd like to be more psychological than physical, bit that's more for the characters to develop the story in the way it needs to be told. I'm merely a vessel.
Title is to be defined but I accept suggestions. Have fun!! 🥵 😈 🫠
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Second Episode | Third Episode | Fourth Episode | Fifth Episode | Sixth Episode
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"Why?"
Well, that was the crux of the problem.
Why did Pen asked her boyfriend and long time friend Colin Bridgerton to try "the daddy thing" as she presented it to him?
Knowing that honesty must be the requisite if this was going to turn into reality, she decided to go for total vulnerability.
"Because I need this. Because there is no one I love more than you and you're the only one with whom I can think of letting go like that."
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That last bit got into Colin.
He want sure of the whole thing, but if it was something she needed, he would give it a try, for her.
"I'm willing to try. I have some research to do."
Pen smiled so bright for him that his knees almost dropped. Yeah, that was the right choice.
"Oh, I can do research for you," she offered him, but it wasn't the point of all of this for him to take care of her?
He got closer to her personal space. "Don't worry baby, I'll do my own research. If I think I need some help or some questions, I'll ask."
Pen melted in his arms - kissed him deeply and it was worth a try just for the way she hugged him after that talk, as if just talking about it made her feel better.
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Thing is, the more Colin got into it, researching and reading, the more he wanted to try. He still wasnt so sure of "Daddy" was going to be cringe or hot, but the idea of Pen trusting him that much.. that was extremely erotic for him.
They talked a bit about it some more. They decided on a safe word "plant" and that he would call her "babygirl" when he wanted to start a scene.
Pen was being teased and she knew it. They talked and talked and talked with Colin. Everything was set up, they had a procedure for the aftercare (even if she doubt that she would go that deep on their first session) and now it was just a question of waiting. She was never good at waiting.
She didn't want to start this adventure with some brat behavior, but as the day passed it was clear that Colin was not waiting out of fear or insecurity.
He was waiting just to drive her mad.
Pen knew he would be good at it.
It was on the verge of begging him, when after a particular stressful night, she was close molaining with Colin about everything and it was madness how tired she was of even thinking, when she head him saying "come here, babygirl".
Holy fucking shit.
She turned to see him and he was on the sofa, his legs opened. A cushion on the floor.
Did she already said Holy fucking shit?
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She moved towards him, knellingon the cushion without instructions. He seemed pleased at that.
"Such a good girl for me," as Colin tilted her chin to kiss her. She was already trembling.
"Unzip me and take me in your mouth."
She looked at him agape, as she could not believe what she was hearing. She took a moment too long to follow his instructions.
"Are you my good girl?"
At that she could only nod. "Then, do as I say."
She thought he was good. But Colin was shooting for the stars.
His entire demeanor was confident and sexy. He embodied security and she knew she was safe in his hands.
She had yet to move though. He looked at her with such intensity that her heart skipped a beat.
"Do not test me, babygirl"
And she shook her head. Pen didn't want to test him.
"Words, love."
"No, I don't want to test you"
"I don't want to test you..."
A lightbulb in her head.
"I don't want to test you, Daddy"
Tbc
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mayuris-basement-dweller · 2 days ago
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Ok I am finally ready. Ready to tell you what happened 100 years ago, Link.
I am ready to put ideas into words. To start, be aware I am the biggest Mayuri simp fan this side of the Equatorial line, so if I sound biased... People, that's Blorbo Beebus.
With that out of the way...
About the latest episode!
Let's start with what I liked. Everything. There's nothing wrong here and you won't find complaints with me, roll credits.
So this model won't work. Let's try again.
✨Highlight Reel! Part 1!✨
- Ryusei. friggin. Nakao
This man was always good. As a singer he is stellar (Angel Calling, my beloved, LISTEN TO IT) but as a voice actor? SON.
We all know he also voiced Caesar Clown (OP) and Frieza (DBZ/DBS) but if you notice, he voices each of them in a very peculiar way.
And Mayuri's voice always had me weak in the knees. Szayelaporro's fight, in particular, used to take me very near to the Soul King.
And I say "used to" because this episode kinda pushed Szayel's episode down a set of stairs for me.
Again, I have so much to say but words fail me. But we gotta start somewhere.
Let's start with the obvious?!
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You watched the episode. You are hearing it in your head right now, aren't you? YEAH. It almost sounds like he held this in for eons just waiting to launch it on the unsuspecting crowd. This laugh... Every time I am sad now, I just remind myself this exists, and my depression respectfully lets me enjoy this fact for three seconds.
Am I also concerned babygirl might be having a particularly dangerous Mania episode and playing a bit of Russian Roulette? Yes.
Still in this episode... All of the times Mayuri talks with Zaraki, but I will elaborate on that further later.
Another example? Here.
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The way he is talking about how Pernida should honor Zaraki's noble sacrifice and the way his voice keeps going louder and more insane by the minute, culminating in his best Yandere performance in the third frame, just to do a 360 and call Pernida a stiff?!
I still haven't recovered.
It goes from "Oh he is enjoying himself so much you guys" in the first half to "Oh damn, that is Captain Kurotsuchi now, eh" in the second.
This episode, for me, wasn't only a visual delight, i was literally boiling alive because Ryusei knocked it out of three parks, not only one.
Also I gotta include, since we talking about voice actors...
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Pernida.
Dude. Bin Shimada, Broly, THANK YOU.
That's like two kings in a room, I swear. Part of the fact I kinda like Pernida is because of his voice alone. This part here, you can almost see a ? on his... Fingers. Gestures? I dunno! But he managed to give a soul to a hand. A HAND.
And how does he even talk?! Disturbing.
Now onto the next section! (Or else I will keep going about all the voice actors!)
- Kenmayu
Everyone that knows me saw this coming a mile away. Look, even disregarding my ship, please. Ever since the last episode before this one.
Mayuri talks. Zaraki doesn't listen. Shenanigans ensue.
You can see how they are literally opposites to each other. Mayuri is analyzing everything and all Zaraki wanna do is smack that thang (hehe) real hard. It backfires tremendously. TWICE.
Because Zaraki didn't listen!
(And no, Yumichika, Mayuri doesn't have a big bad plan to fuck your captain up. At least not IMHO, he might have a plan, yes. But it's not what you think, oh no.)
But lemme just...
The way Mayuri talks to Zaraki.
It's an amalgamation of things. There's sarcasm, there's contempt, and flirting. Yes, flirting, because look me in the eye and say this wasn't flirting.
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If Mayuri looked at me like that he would have a new subject, me.
But I am jumping the gun here! The scene before this one?!
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I will have to do a part two because I reached the picture limit but...
The pure. Unadulterated. Concern. In Mayuri's voice here.
Mayuri is concerned with Zaraki. Zaraki immediately tells him not to worry too.
The same Mayuri that is famous for being ruthless, a lunatic, and heartless as hell is concerned for someone else.
Not only that, when Zaraki is forced to cut his arm so Pernida stops doing the twist™, Mayuri asks Nemu to tie his arm and stop the bleeding.
Some of you will tell me "He stabbed him right after!" And yes he did, young Padawan, but there's a method in his madness. And if you go and listen to that scene too, Mayuri goes back to talk to Zaraki like... In a "I am so sorry for hurting you, babe" tone. Whatchamacallit.... Ah yes! Conciliatory!
And even so, he says "When I stab you again."
He expects Zaraki to survive. To go back to Seireitei after this fight. God, he is telling Zaraki, right near his paralyzed self, that he will return and that he will be there to stab him again. In his own twisted Kurotsuchi way he is giving Zaraki a bit of hope.
This hurts me on a physical level, because I have an idea about this whole thing, but you guys will have to hold onto the single dark clue I will leave behind:
*What if both of them didn't go back?*
Well, Part 2 I guess! I have too many thoughts!
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plaidpajamallama · 2 days ago
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(You scared me) RHEA RIPLEY X JEY USO
Chapter 17
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Rhea was standing around with Iyo Naomi and Bayley talking about what happened to Jade
When Jey and Jimmy walked over Hey, we only had a minute. What happened to Jade? Jey said, putting his hand on the small of her back.
We don’t know Bianca hasn’t called yet. Naomi said, hugging Jimmy. Yeah, that car was fucked up. I hope she’s okay.
Hopefully we won’t have to find another member because we’re cutting it close. She said, looking at Naomi.
Jimmy looked at her; it looks like we’re all on the same boat, huh.
We’re figuring it out, and we’re finding somebody. Jey said in a frustrated tone.
Hey guys, Roman said Come on, Sami shouted for down the hall.
As soon as Jey heard Sami, he moved his hand away from her before looking back at him.
Alright, bye; see y'all later. Jimmy gave Naomi a kiss before both of them walked away.
After the show, Rhea was walking out. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She stopped pulling her phone out; it was Jey telling her that he was going to ride with Roman and he'd meet her at the hotel.
She said okay and put her phone back in her pocket. She put her bags in the car before getting in; at least now she can play her music as loud as she wants.
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Jey was sitting on the bus at the table with Sami. Jimmy was sitting on the couch as Roman sat at the other end next to Paul.
They were talking about their plan, which was mostly just Roman bitching about Punk. He was happy his wiseman was back but not as pleased. With whom he brought with him
He didn’t care as much; he had no history with Punk, and Roman had a lot. It was nice sitting on the bus with all of them like old times talking and joking again like nothing changed.
Roman and Paul walked to the back of the bus, where Roman’s room was shutting the door behind them.
Maybe he’s finally taking his cranky ass to bed. He laughed.
He wasn’t even that happy when I came back. Jimmy said a gesture. At his self
It’s crazy you thought he would be
The opened Roman walked out, leaning on the door frame. Jey!
Yeah, what’s up, uce
Are you focused?
He sat up in his chair confused. Yeah, I’m focused.
I need you focused for war games. Jey I need to be focused. Can you be focused?
Yeah, I’m focused. I've been focused, he said, still confused.
You better be, he said, giving him a look before walking back in his room. He said something to Paul before closing the door behind him.
He pointed at the door. What the fuck was that?
Don’t look at me because I don’t know uce.
Me either you think it’s about
He cut Sami off before he could say it. Don't not on the bus. He ran a hand over his face. I do not miss riding on this bus.
After a while, they made it to the hotel. Jey got off of it like there was fire lit under him.
He walked into their room. Rhea’s bag was on the bed, and he could hear that the shower was on. He put his bag on the floor and moved her bag to the floor as well.
He laid down on the bed, thinking about what Roman said. He couldn’t stop what gave him the idea he wasn’t focused. He’s been working his ass off to help him this whole time, whether he liked it or not. He tried to get Seth to help. He tried to get a lot of people to help more than Sami and Jimmy, but he wasn’t focused pfffh.
The bathroom door opened. Rhea walked out. She had one of his shirts on and some sweatpants. She was drying her hair with a towel.
Hey baby, when did you get here?
Hi babygirl I just got here.
You could have come join me, you know, she said with a grin.
I’ll remember that come here he said hit the bed.
She laid down next to him with her head on his chest.
He kissed the top of her head. How’s Jade?
I don’t know Naomi said she was going to go see her, but we still don’t know what happened.
She's strong; she’ll be okay.
Yeah, I hope so. How are you?
What you mean I’m fine we won tonight.
I know I’m just asking. I know how you are.
He made a face; how am I? What do you mean, how am I!?
She turned to face him. I’m just saying I just know you can get in your head. I was just checking on you, baby. Calm down.
Sorry I’m just..sorry
She sat up. Jey, you want to talk about it.
He ran his hand over his face, sighing before sitting up. Rhea
We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, baby.
It’s just that I forgot how much I hate riding with Roman.
Why what happened? She said with a worried look.
You know Roman, he’s stubborn. Punk’s here to help because no one else wanted to help him, but all he can do is bitch and moan about Punk.
And I had to hear all about it tonight, and then he said my head was not in it!
My heads in the game! Minds are the only ones in the game! Sami doesn’t care; he’s only here for me, and Jimmy doesn’t care; he asked one person, and that was it! I tried to get someone to help us. I tried. I asked everybody I could! But somehow I still fucked up; I still couldn’t do it, and then Heyman comes out and just fixes everything, and I get chewed out like it’s my fault.
He felt a hand on his leg, calming him down a bit. He looked over at her. Sorry, I got carried away.
It’s fine; I get it, baby. You know how many times I have gotten carried away.
He chuckled That’s what happened when a crash out dates a crash out.
She sat up on her knees, kissing him. You feel better now?
He let out a deep breath. Yeah, I feel better.
Okay, come on, I’m tired, she said, lying down getting under the blanket.
Alright, he laid down beside her. She moved into his arms, nestling her head under his chin. The smell of her lavender shampoo filled his nose. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.
He tried to sleep, but he kept hearing Roman’s words echoing through his head.
“I need to be focused." “Can you be focused?”
He didn’t know what gave him the impression he wasn’t focused. If anything, he was the most focused out of all of them. He hadn’t done anything to make Roman think he wasn’t right?
Rhea moved her hand under his shirt, letting her cold hand touch his back, sending goosebumps down his spine.
God, why was she always so damn cold? She's wrapped in his arms and in a blanket, and she’s still cold.
As he was there thinking about her, it hit him.
Did Roman know? Did he know about Rhea?
No, he couldn't, right? They were careful. He couldn’t know there was no way.
He was careful he didn’t mess with her when they were at SmackDown because of Roman.
He couldn’t know how he could have found out. He knew Roman didn’t watch the B show "Raw.”And he wasn’t online like that, so he wouldn’t have seen anything from the past months or so. So there was no way he could know.
Like Rhea said, he was probably just in his head about it. He just needs to go to bed. He’s tired and frustrated. He just needs to calm down and go to sleep.
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So Roman and Punk’s going fight over Paul right? Also if one of those men’s ex’s ( Seth and Drew) don’t show up at War Games 🖤
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oscargender · 3 months ago
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32… all this time I had been assuming that Chu Wanning was AT LEAST 40… probably closer to 50-60, and he just looks young because of his cultivation… 32…
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crows-of-buckets · 24 days ago
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Rook: I'm really worried about Davrin and Lucanis, they keep arguing with one another... Its very bad Varric, what if it effects them in battle?
Varric, remembering that one time Fenris broke Ander's nose then took a knife in the back for him in the same night: I'm sure they'll be fine kid. They're barely even arguing if you ask me
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brittlebutch · 10 months ago
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Jay's hypocrisy is a little bit endearing to me ngl; he'll go on twitter to bitch about how much totheark stalking/filming him is causing life-ruining paranoia & then turn around and post video footage of himself stalking Alex for months and reading Tim's medical records out loud to an audience with seemingly no conscious thought connecting the two actions as The Same Thing
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amirasainz · 1 day ago
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Hiii, first of if I just want to say that I absolutely love your stories. Secondly could you perhaps write a bit more about Dark! Charles and Alex x Reader like maybe Reader had a child or something like that only if you’re comfortable with that of course
Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!
-xoxo babygirl
Attention: this is just a story! Nothing what is happening here, is happening in real life.
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Yn’s days had fallen into an odd rhythm, one she never thought would define her life. From the moment Charles and Alexandra had taken her, she had slowly adjusted to her new reality, though not willingly. Their twisted love and obsessive protectiveness were suffocating. And now, with her baby boy, Theo, in the picture, their fixation had only grown.
She tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy, even under their constant watch. Like today, she insisted on taking Theo for a walk. Alexandra, as usual, trailed behind her, her presence an unyielding shadow.
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Yn pushed the stroller along the serene pathway, breathing in the crisp air. It was one of those rare moments of peace where she felt almost human again.
"Enjoying the fresh air, mon amour?" Alexandra's voice was a sultry purr, her heels clicking against the cobblestone path as she sauntered closer. Yn didn’t answer, pretending to focus on Theo instead.
"Don’t ignore me," Alexandra warned, her tone firm but laced with amusement. She reached out and placed a possessive hand on Yn’s hip before sliding it down to her butt. Yn flinched but tried to stay calm for Theo’s sake.
“Do you have to be so handsy all the time?” Yn snapped, unable to contain her frustration.
Alexandra smirked and spun Yn around to face her, ignoring the protest. She leaned in, brushing her lips against Yn’s ear as she whispered, "Of course I do. You're mine, Yn. Ours."
Before Yn could respond, Alexandra’s hand moved to her stomach, caressing it with an unsettling reverence. Her eyes lit up with an obsessive glow.
"You’ve already given us one perfect little boy," Alexandra murmured, her gaze shifting briefly to Theo, who was babbling happily in the stroller. "But I think it’s time for another. Don’t you agree?"
Yn froze, her heart pounding in her chest. "What are you talking about?"
Alexandra tilted her head, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Oh, you know exactly what I mean." She leaned in further, capturing Yn’s lips in a firm, possessive kiss. Yn tried to pull away, but Alexandra held her firmly in place, her hands gripping Yn’s waist as if she would never let go.
When Alexandra finally pulled back, she pressed her forehead against Yn’s, her voice soft but filled with determination. "Another baby, Yn. You’re going to give us another baby."
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By the time they returned home, Yn’s nerves were frazzled. Theo had fallen asleep, his tiny fists curled against his chest, blissfully unaware of the tension between the adults.
As soon as they stepped inside, Charles appeared, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Yn and Theo. "There’s my family," he said warmly, his French accent thick. He approached Yn, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity that always made her uneasy.
“Charles,” Yn greeted stiffly, trying to sidestep him, but he was quicker. He caught her by the waist and lifted her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter.
“Charles, what are you doing?” she protested, but he ignored her, stepping between her legs and holding her hips firmly.
“You look beautiful, mon amour,” he said, his voice low as his hands slid to her waist. He leaned in, kissing her neck, then her jawline, and finally her lips. Unlike Alexandra’s kiss earlier, Charles’ was gentler but no less possessive.
“Stop,” Yn muttered against his lips, trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge.
“You’ve already given me the most wonderful gift,” Charles murmured, his hand moving to her stomach. “Theo is perfect. But I can’t help wanting more.” He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “I want another baby, Yn. I want to see you glowing with life again.”
Yn shook her head, panic rising in her chest. “Charles, I can’t… I won’t—”
“Shhh,” he interrupted, kissing her again, his hands gripping her waist. “We’ll take care of everything. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
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Dinner was a quiet affair, but the tension was palpable. Alexandra and Charles exchanged looks across the table, their shared obsession evident. Yn ate in silence, her appetite diminished by their earlier declarations.
After Theo was tucked in for the night, Yn tried to retreat to her room, hoping for a moment of solitude. But she didn’t make it far.
“Going somewhere, mon amour?” Alexandra’s voice stopped her in her tracks. Yn turned to find both Alexandra and Charles standing there, their expressions a mix of adoration and hunger.
“I’m tired,” Yn said quickly, but neither of them seemed to care. Alexandra closed the distance between them first, cupping Yn’s face in her hands and kissing her deeply.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Alexandra whispered against her lips, her hands sliding down Yn’s body.
Charles joined them, pulling Yn close from behind. His hands rested on her hips as he pressed kisses to her neck. “We’re not done with you yet,” he murmured, his voice filled with promise.
Yn felt trapped between them, their touches overwhelming. Alexandra’s fingers traced her stomach again, while Charles’ hands roamed her waist.
“You’re ours, Yn,” Alexandra said softly, her lips brushing against Yn’s ear. “And we want to grow our family. Don’t we, Charles?”
“Absolutely,” Charles agreed, turning Yn to face him. He kissed her deeply, his hands anchoring her in place. “Another baby, Yn. It’s all we want.”
They didn’t give her a chance to protest, their kisses and touches silencing her words. Yn’s mind raced, torn between fear and the strange, inescapable pull of their obsessive love.
She knew one thing for sure: escape wasn’t an option. Not when Charles and Alexandra had made it clear—they would never let her go.
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utilitycaster · 8 months ago
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the idea that Orym has a death wish has led to some of the most laughable meta I've seen. Orym tells his closest friend - who has a penchant for delightfully wild impulses, is possibly important to the enemy's plot, and is about to see her biological father, about whom she has all kinds of complicated feelings - to not take unnecessary risks and people are handing out pamphlets on "a Treatise on Orym's Belief in Doom; Being an Account of His Deep-seated Hypocritical Actions Regarding The Pact With Morrigan, Hag and Fatestitcher" and it's like. idk man maybe they're going to be separated in a very clearly dangerous scenario and she specifically is in an emotionally charged and tricky one and he is saying "be careful", a normal thing friends might say to each other.
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sforzesco · 1 year ago
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DECIMATION ROW
Decimation: Myth, Discipline, and Death in the Roman Republic, Michael J. Taylor / Spartacus: War of the Damned, Decimation
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pettyprocrastination · 9 months ago
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there is no more sobering experience on earth than having an interaction with your mother and realize as she looks at her daughter she sees a mirror and desperately wishes to be able to change it all.
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bumblingbabooshka · 1 year ago
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I don’t typically like when star trek characters reference legacy characters just to talk about how great and perfect they are but I do like this route where even though Tuvok calls him a great visionary in the end he brings Spock up to say he argued with him. I think this is the way of the future. Lean in. Star Trek characters should say things like ‘An old man cut me off in space traffic the other day. I think it was McCoy?’ and another should nod and shake their head like he’s always doing that shit
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dairyfreenugget · 7 months ago
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I could count the amount of original stories of mine that don't have horror elements on one hand and idk what that says about me
#thylacines can talk#actually i do know it says mmmmm making horror monster ocs is fun#outside of my fandom ocs my ocs and original stories arre dominated by horror elements and religious themes oopsie daisy#i might eventually post about them but the hk brainrot is going strong#but a friend of mine got a commission for me of my doomer human x monster yaoi so you'll see my Main Babygirls soon 🥰#hand in unlovable hand they're fucked and weird and it's an unhealthy relationship and it'll never work as everything is stacked against#them yet each other is all they have and if being together means their death then so be it. Peter should have probably ran. Should have left#would be better off for the majorth of the story had he never met it yet the two are so alike. it's the first thing that's ever unnderstood#him. it's the first 'person' that's ever truly cared for him. And even if it has flaws and his life was ruined by things beyond his#comprehension and he risks his life he's not willing to let go of the only person whos truly seen him and loved him. Who is willing to tear#its world apart and die for him. There are no happy endings here. They were doomed from the start. But at least they have each other.#also tfw your life and 'family' sucks so much that a literal monster who manipulated you and used your body to carry out ruthless murders is#nicer to you than your goddamn brother and friends. like damn dude.#I honestly think if Slaughter was born a human their relationship would be great for both of them they truly fit together like two puzzle#pieces. two outcasts who have so much in common and find comfort in one another. but because of the circumstances of Slaughter's nature and#what it was forced to be this is not a healthy situation or a relationship. Peter comes out better at the end and would be as good as dead#if not for meeting Slaughter so there's a silver lining in all of this but goddamn dude. the bullshit it took to get there.#The fact that his life was so bad literally getting possessed by a monster and almost being murdered numerous times and an insane amount of#trauma and bbeing a target for monsters for the rest of your life literally IMPROVED IT my guy truly cant catch a fucking break 😭😭
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