#please guys i’m fucking begging i need to prove a point

[milkiikandi]

DOES ANYONE HAVE A REUPLOAD OF THE CLONE HAND BREAGAN FIC????? i cannot find it for the life of me and i need to prove to my friend that it existed.

[sukioyakio]

“Use me then”- R. 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

PART TWO IS OUT

Sukuna hadn’t been the best person in your life,he was a dumb fuck and he knew that.He knew he shouldn’t have left you alone when you needed him the most.

When you were pregnant with his baby girl.He knew he fucked up.Moreover his whole life has been fucked up,finding his parents died in a young age and how he knew that violence was the thing that bring him a long way.

Foster home wasn’t just hell but a free for all,only those who are willing to make a name out of themselves will get to see a future themselves.He would have to learn that having feeling is just a useless thing.

After being heartbroken by someone he thought he could love,after being someone punching bag for entertainment and being beaten almost to death.Scars all over him with each of them being a reminder of how bad it was for him.

He didn’t get to live a normal life when he was younger constantly fighting for himself.He became more cruel and more cold,no longer giving a fuck about anyone else.

He knew that nothing he could make up for his own mistakes for treating like you did anything to deserve it.

You both knew each other from college but that not when you guys started dating,you started to date after a one and a half year later.

You fell for him despite of his frigid behavior.You wanted to prove that you would be the best girlfriend.You were just a hopeless romantic and you didn’t care about his cold behavior.

And he just accepted it to only used you for his benefits.

But no matter what you did he’ll just blocked you out and constantly being used.And when you guys did it,he forgot to put the condom on and so a week later you had called him when he was flirting with some other girl at a bar.

he just told you that he’ll come later.

While he was cheating with you with someone else,you were excited about it,to tell him about the future you had thought about.And how you couldn’t wait to be a mother.

But when you had open the front doors to your apartment,something in your gut told you that you weren’t going to like this talk but you were love sick idiot for him and completely ignored that feeling.

When you were talking about how your day went,being animated and all.He nonchalantly told you just to get to the point.

You had such a big smile on when you announced it. “I’m pregnant! Sukuna I’m having your baby,we’ll be parents”

You looked at him with warm smile to only see his eyebrows furrowed down in an utter disbelief.You said it again guessing that he didn’t hear you correctly but his face made a unreadable expression as he started to walk towards the door.

All in that moment you could almost hear the tearing sound of your heart being broken into pieces and it hurt.

“Sukuna?”

“Sukuna?”

“Sukuna!?”

“SUKUNA?!?”

You yelled at him while running after him grabbing his wrists pleading with him,cause you didnt know if you’ll be okay with just yourself supporting a baby.Your lips were trembling and your every breath was like it was venom had token your lungs.

Tears were flowing down your cheeks.And he just stood there with complete silence.You began to beg for him to talk,for you guys to talk about it together.

“Please don’t l-leave me , p-please” you choke on your tears.Red optics eye bore into her widened,watering eyes.Finally saying something to you.

“I think it just better to break up” He says that and nothing more and then snatched off his hand now walking away leaving you alone with hot painful tears flowing down your cheeks.

The only thing you heard was the sounds of his Shoes slowly getting quieter until it was just silence.Your heart right there summer in the depths of your chest broken by your vision of love.

It was a vast expanse of emptiness,where even the smallest sound wouldn’t dare not tread the silence. [*]

A few years later Sukuna was now more stable than before,Having a big success with his company.

Making collaboration with other big brands and marketers.Having multiple modeling teams to make sure of his presence is well known and that only made a fan base of him.He was making multiple big deals that people would only dream off.

He was particularly smart at making sure that his company wouldn’t go down anything time soon.Even after all this success in Japan he would still have much more work to accomplish in others countries but he doesn’t have to worry about that right now.

He now had everything that he never had when he was young and everything he’ll need.Every decision he made was to make it all work in the end.

Right?

But some wounds weren’t meant to heal and some will eventually hurt you more than others.

When he left you he thought that he would be the best for him and for you too.He didn’t want any of unavoidable feeling of love,it wouldn’t do anything but drag him. He already knew at some point he was going to break up with you sometime soon.

But your voice of pain still rings throughout his head after all these years.Sometimes even coming back as nightmares or some sorts.

He thought that maybe if he just have nights stands he would get over it.It irritated him for some reason.He didn’t need some extra feelings of you.

But nothing worked,and now he’s sit in his office at random point of time thinking about what was the gender of his baby.

But now he knows that he is the worst father ever to have.And he didn’t have to hear those words from anyone else to tell him that.The better thing to do is just to move forward and forget about it.

It was just a normal day walking around the city without the need of being followed or being bothered by the paparazzi or whatever the case would be.

The sun light shining the city with a bright golden glow making the city warm.And with the sun shining it’s companion with the wind breeze keeping citizens of Tokyo from dying from the heat.In perfect sense it was a great day to go out and enjoy the day off.

Multiple citizens walked through the streets of Tokyo the streets were filled with lifeness sparkling with color all around and people walking with a smile or with a sense of urgent need to get to a certain place.While Sukuna didn’t have any place to go to so he just walked throughout the city even the high crime rates part of Tokyo.

The only reason he wasn’t getting bothered was because he had a black washable dye and it work wonders and having his tattoos covered by makeup. No one recognize him.

Now he made his way towards a park,to get away from the crowd of people.His body walking down the entrance of it.Completely in his head space enjoying the scenery.Not minding the children running around with their sequels.

Until he heard a voice in the group of parents with their children who were playing or watching their children play.

A distant Laughter came through the group there;A laugh he knew too well.His legs taking him towards that voice without even noticing his actions. His large figure making it way to move around,his eyes looking around in such an intense manner.

His body froze,his mind going silent.As his almost blood like eyes widened.His heart slowly beating against his chest.

He spotted a child with striking pink long hair with such a radiant laughter,a young girl that is made his heart began to filled with warmth.

Something that he thought was meaningless.

Sukuna’s heart raced with uncertainty as he faced the unknowingly future.

He just stood there watching the girl with an urge to ask the girl question.Whether if the girl dyed the hair pink or did she ever get to see her dad or-And then you showed In his view.

“There you are,you little troll” you spoke with a playful voice,grabbing your daughter and swinging her around in the air.You were smiling so care carefullyfree,with the little spawn of joy giggling wildly.

“PffhaHahhaha!!Stop it mom!Your gonna get me dizzy if uou continue” The young girl says as her laughter danced through the air like a soft melody.

The world blurs itself out as he watches you.when he sees you he immediately knows that you were something that shouldn’t have been token so dryly;all the nights were you were there for him,all the love you spent on him and what did he gave you in return.

Nothing,nothing not even a small amount of time of love to you.You have every right to hate him for that.

There a lot of ‘what if’s’ in his mind but one thing is certain that he would’ve had a family.

He probably didnt know that he was looking at you guys to long.That was until your eyes meet his making eye contact.

Their stares remained interlocked, neither of them making a move to look away.It you could tell who is his even with all the disguise.Your eyes widened with disbelief as Your face turned into an icy expression.You turned your head now forcing yourself to walk forward paying attention to your daughter that was in your arms.

Sukuna soul felt burdened with the echoes of her sorrows.

“It doesn’t matter now,at least that their better without me” Sukuna spoke in his mind,but he’s heart felt heavy like it knew that if he thinks by walking away from all this is going to make it better then he wrong.

Blinded by his own heart he walks after you,keeping his composure straight and stern.As he reaches his hand to lay his hand on your shoulder,getting your attention and your daughter as well.

Your head turned around to see his body but you stare up to see his ironic red eyes the same one you have nightmares about,the same one that broke your heart a thousand times.

The same blood like eyes that you fall in love with.

Your heart sting with dreadful pain just from looking at him,you knew it was him even if he’s hide his most dominant features.

Your daughter looks at you with concern that you don’t mistake it for sadness.

You place her down on the ground and whipser her something softly,to not her pretty face worry about it.You told her simply to wait and sit in the grass until she come back then they will get ice cream after and which she does.

Now paying mind to him as you changed your expression to the same icy expression.

“What do you want” You said straight to the point as you won’t allow yourself to break down again infront of him.

Nothing come out,because he didn’t know what to say to you,Nothing came out of his mouth.He usually always had something to say.

You couldn’t take it,you hated the man that stand in front of you.

”I doubt you’ll forgive me for all of this-

you instantly interrupted him.

“it too late for apologize Sukuna,you already showed me that I’ll have to be guarded when it comes to giving people my heart.”

You said heartlessly,almost with coming out hurt.But you didn't stop there,all the suspense emotions were coming out.

“God I hate you! I hate you for leaving me!!A simple Fucking sorry ISNT going to make up for the things you made me go through! You-tears falling down your cheeks rapidly-… I fucking hate you.I hate that I fell for you,g-Gave you my heart for what?”

You wipe off your tears.Your voice rising in pitch as your eyes brow knitting together in frustration and hands clenching tightly in a ball into fist.

“B-but I’ll n-never . . Hate you for her,for g-giving me a beautiful g-girl”

you said with a sad smile that quickly removed from your face,Your chest rising up and down.As you could hear the voices of the kids giggling in the background.

The tension between you and him was unpalatable,the air was so thick that it felt like he was going to suffocate.

A pair of warm hands warp around you pulling you into a warm embrace.

“I-I -a heavy sigh came out of his mouth- . . . Sorry,I don’t -no I know that you won’t forgive me.You have every reason to yell at me, . . tell me that I’m shit for everything.” His voice swiftly He felt your hands were pushing him away but he continued on his embrace.He could fell your tears dampen his clothes.

“L-let go of me . . . I Don’t h-have time for you-u,i don’t need you anymore in my life,Sukuna.So it better if we just don’t talk.”

His throat felt so dry like as if he didn’t drink any water.He fucked up so badly.A wound that would never heal.You politely removed your body from his embrace and wipe your face with your hands wiping off the tears.Now walking away from him and towards where your daughter was.

The wind blows gently through your body as you see your daughter playing around with a boy with black hair;smiling with joy, making you form a small smile.

You felt a hand on your shoulder immediately knowing it was Sukuna,you brushed off his hand off your shoulder.Before you could even get anything out your mouth.

“Use me then”

A shiver ran down her spine as his voice took on an eerie, otherworldly quality of vulnerability.That made her question if it was the wind that was playing with her mind or it just herself thinking that she heard him in such a state.

”what” You said with disbelief lancing your voice,Your uncertainty was reflected in your hesitant movements and furrowed brow.

You tilted your head in confusion,your eyes trying to discern the almost-too-serious expression on Sukuna face.Just for Sukuna repeat his words.

“Use me then” He said in a serious manner,His red eyes looking straight at you.He knew what he was saying was stupid and wouldn’t cure anything but it worth trying.

Your eyes widens lanced with disbelief.you let out a huff out laugh as you ran your finger though your hair.

“What . . No Sukuna,I-a deep shaky sigh gets out of your lungs- I told you I want nothing to deal with you” You said with a bit of raspiness to your voice from the crying and yelling.You eyes finally looking at Sukuna’s eyes.His eyes usually showed a stern cold expression but right now it soften and regretful glazes upon his blood like eyes.

“Use me then, Use me for money,for paying your bills,driving you and her placing,Use me for anything,it doesn’t matter” He said as you just notice how close he got to you.You could hear it now,it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you;you could hear that vulnerability in his voice so much clearer.

You didn’t know what to say or respond to him,your mouth was shut and like it sealed up.That until you felt a strong hit towards your knee,to only see your daughter squealing.

“MOMM!! Hahah-HELp me!!Before Cole Comes and get me!!” Your daughter says with A loud giggle as She let go of your legs and runs a distance away from you and Sukuna to get playfully tackled by a boy with black hair and purple eyes.

You hadn’t completely forgotten his offer,You take a deep breath before looking at your phone to see how much time as pass.

His eyes were dead set on you but You can see that he’s eyes had a bit of amusement in them.To you you could recognize him even if he had black hair or hide his tattoos on his face and body,you could still tell it him from his red ironic eyes.His body cast a shadow over you.

“I-ill think about this later” You said,now completely walking towards your daughter.With head now full of thoughts now.As you smiling see your daughter ‘Nova ryomen’ Tackling the boy down with a playful smirk on her soft cheek.

You told her that it time to go home and to say goodbye to the boy,which she kinda refused to do having a big sad pout of your cute little face.But she eventually did,as you hold her hand in and then taking her to a ice cream shop for her.You order with a genuine smile on your lips as you watched her eat her ice cream while you guys were walking towards the house.

“use me then”

his words were repeated in your head like a curse.You don’t need him anyway right?You just gotta keep moving forward even if life isn’t the best for you but it could be and will be better for nova.That night you had received a text from a unknown person but you ignore it went to sleep.

Credits to my lovely editor(my bestie) who I made her read this 🫶.

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PART TWO IS OUT NOW!!

[ilwonuu]

i’ll be quiet. p.jisung

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suggestive mdni 18+

summary- jisung always wants to fuck you when he knows your brother is home. but how can you say no to your pretty boyfriend?

warnings- smut with no plot, softdom!jisung, pussydrunk!jisung, creampie, dirty talk, mention of mark and he is there for like a second. ,mark hears them. lmk if i missed something

word count- 795

you and jisung always hangout at your house. sometimes it’s awkward because mark is also there. mark and jisung are pretty close. you always feel bad for seeing him more than mark does. jisung always says he loves both of your company. saying he loves to hangout with both of you. well most of the time he is fucking lying because he always wants to fuck you. so you always end up saying your tired or something sneaking off to your bed room. leaving mark where ever you three we’re hanging out that day. mark would never question if you guys were actually going to sleep. he knew what was going on. he wasn’t stupid. he just hopes he won’t be able to hear anything.

“baby he won’t hear anything i promise to be quiet.” he says looking at you with pleading eyes. “jisung you always say you’ll be quiet but you end up being louder than me” you never believe him when he says he’ll be quiet because you know damn well. “fuck i swear this time okay? i will stuff something in my mouth or something babe please just let me fuck you.” you love it when he begs for you like this. he is just so cute and its only for you.

“okay fine ji but if you get loud we’re stopping.” ‘he nods knowing that you are not gonna want to stop once he starts. quickly shifting to be beside you on your bed slowly kissing your neck. slowly turning your neck more to get more access. “fuck baby i need you so bad” he says getting rougher with his kisses against your skin slowly taking off both of your tops. pulling you down further onto your back slowly climbing between your legs. “okay fuck i can’t wait anymore you think you can take it?” he pulls his boxers down to let his dick out reaching over to take your pants off aswell. “yes i think so just go slow at first okay?” he nods quickly pulling your panties to the side slowly lining his dick up with your entrance slowly pushing in.

“f-fuckkk you’re so fucking tight baby” his eyes don’t leave where you both connect. watching as he pushes every inch inside of you. “ji… please fuck me” he smirks to himself pushing all the way in groaning loudly as he does. “shit shit shit you’re so fucking wet but you’re cunt is sucking me so fucking tight baby. i-i’m not gonna last..” you knew this would happen. every time jisung swears he will be quiet he immediately proves that he will never be quiet. “ji y-you said you would be quiet.” you say trying not to get lost in the feeling knowing that when you do jisung will just get louder. he doesn’t respond continuing to fuck into at a rapid pace moaning your name somewhat loudly.

“j-jisung” he looks at you still with that smartass smirk on his lips. “yes baby? mm you feel good huh? want me to fuck you harder hm? you’ve been so good for me. yea? my good girl. “ his words going straight to your cunt completely forgetting about being quiet yourself. your eyes rolling back as he grabs one of your legs to fuck you at a deeper angle.

“w-what about mark ji?” you manage to get out with the pace he is fucking you at now. “fuck it he’ll be fine if he hears. this pussy is so fucking good s-shit” his hips stuttering coming close to his high. now you are absolutely fucking lost in the feeling. all thoughts you had are now being fucked out of you.

“i’m gonna fucking fill you up to the brim. u want that baby?” he fucks into you harder chasing his high holding your hips in place. you nod at his words completely dumb at this point.

“fuck y/n im gonna cum so hard. you are doing so well. you take me so fucking well. i could do this fo- shit. for hours.” you shake reaching your climax. you watch as he throws his head back coming shortly after you. you look down to see him pulling out slowly. moaning at the sight of his and your cum leaking out of your fucked out hole with the noise of your wetness filling the air.

“ji you were not fucking quiet.” you say glaring at him as he goes to grab a towel to clean you up. he chuckles deeply grabbing the towel and walking back to kneel in front of you slowly cleaning you up. “i doubt he heard babe” hearing a knock as soon as he finishes his sentence. “i indeed did fucking hear!!!! you guys are fucking disgusting.” you hear mark yelling thru the door making jisung laugh making you shoot him a playful glare.

[azriels-shadowsinger]

No. 13 for Azriel please ❤️❤️🤌✨

“Everything reminds me of you, it's driving me insane”

Azriel x Reader

wc: 1.4K

a/n: kinda inspired by cardan’s letters. if yall read the cruel prince series then u know. get ready for some angst yall.

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“This is the last straw Azriel. I can’t handle not being a priority in your life! You always choose Rhys, Cassian, Elain, work, or literally anything else over me. I have only seen you once in the past week, and we live together for Cauldron’s sake! I feel like I live with a ghost. You’re gone before I wake up and you return after I fall asleep!” You yell between tears. “I can’t do this anymore. I love you, but it is too painful to keep living like this.” Azriel realizes where this is headed.

“Y/n, please. I’ll be better. I promise!” He begs, desperation in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Azriel. You had your chance, multiple actually. It’s too late.” You turn away, unable to look at his heartbroken face without potentially giving in. You can feel his shadows attempting to reach for you as you walk out the door.

———

January 7th

Dear y/n,

Rhys won’t tell me where exactly you left to, but promised he would deliver this. I understand that you are angry with me and that you need some time to calm down. I hope that you will return soon so we can work this out. I love you and I’m sorry.

Sincerely,

Azriel

———

January 29th

Dear y/n,

Point taken, dear. I know I messed up, but it’s been weeks and I miss you.

I know you are getting these letters. Rhys said he ensured they would be delivered. I guess that doesn't guarantee that you will read them. Nevertheless, I am sorry for my actions and I am taking steps to create boundaries in my life so that I can have more time for you. I can prove it, if only you would just come home.

With deepest apologies,

Azriel

———

February 14th

My love,

I had hoped you would return before Valentine's Day. You always loved celebrating this holiday. I know you won’t see them, but I still got you flowers. They're on your nightstand.

It's been over a month. I miss your voice. Please come home.

Azriel

———

March 7th

Y/n,

If this is your way of punishing me, then consider it a success. I’m a wreck without you. Please come home.

-Azriel

———

March 30th,

My heart,

I am begging you to come home. Come home and yell at me, come home and fight with me, just please come home. I love you and I’m so sorry.

Always with love,

Azriel

———

May, 15th,

Y/n,

I understand what you meant about feeling like you were living with a ghost. Everything reminds me of you, and it’s driving me insane. I am haunted by these traces of you around our home. Please end this torment and come back to me.

-Azriel

———

June 7th

I’m sorry.

I love you.

Why are you doing this to me?

I hate myself for causing this and pushing you away.

Do you still love me? Do you even miss me?

Please come home I can’t take it anymore.

I love you I love you I love you I love you

I miss you.

———

Y/n,

This is my last letter. I won’t bother you anymore after this. I hope that wherever you are, you are happy. I will always regret taking your love for granted.

Eternally yours,

Azriel

———

It was another sleepless night for Azriel. He was plagued with the memories of every single time he chose something or someone else over you. He’s past the point of beating himself up over it, but rather, he considers this the worst punishment of all. Being forced to relive each memory over and over, unable to change it. Hating himself and drowning his sorrows in whiskey.

He hears a knock at the door. It’s probably Cass or Rhys, doing their weekly check on him, since he rarely leaves the house anymore. Azriel chooses to ignore them.

They knock again.

“Fuck off, I’m not in the mood tonight guys.” He barks in the direction of the door, taking another sip of his whiskey.

Another knock.

Cauldron boil him, his brothers were relentless. He was going to open the door, but only to yell at them to leave. He grumbles angrily to himself all the way to the door.

“I said I wasn’t-“ It's not Rhys or Cassian on his doorstep. Instead, he sees you, holding a stack of letters. His letters.

This is another dream, he thinks. He must have fallen asleep on the couch. When he wakes you will be gone again, having torn the rip in his heart even wider. But until then, he lets himself indulge in the dream. Azriel doesn’t hesitate for another moment before pulling you into a tight hug.

“My dreams must be especially cruel tonight because somehow I am able to smell your perfume. I can feel your heartbeat.” He mumbles, face buried in your hair. His shadows encompass you two, whispering in Azriel’s ear y/n, y/n, y/n

“This isn’t a dream, Azriel.” You say softly, pulling away to look at him and placing a gentle hand on his cheek. It takes him a moment to realize what’s happening, but as soon as he does, he pulls you back into a hug, even tighter than before. You feel hot tears fall onto your shoulder as his shadows surge around you.

“My love, my heart, my star. You came back to me.” He sobs. Your heart breaks at the pain in his voice. You had known he was probably upset about the breakup, but in an attempt to heal and move on, you never opened his letters… until last night.

After several long minutes of intense bear hugs, he finally manages to let go. Well kind of, he can’t seem to let your hand go yet.

“We should talk, Az.” You say nervously.

“I will do anything you want if it means you will stay.”

Gods, you were the worst person in the world. This poor male, who you still love desperately despite your best efforts, is so broken over you leaving.

“I’m not going anywhere, Az.” You reassure him. He finally loses a small bit of tension in his shoulders a the words, but his hands seem to hold tighter. You take a deep breath, trying to prepare for what you have to say.

“I didn’t read your letters until last night. I was trying to get over you, and so I avoided reading them. In an attempt to move on, I had convinced myself you were happy without me. But I couldn’t move on. I couldn't stop loving you. When I finally read your letters, I realized you truly had changed. I should’ve read them months ago. I should've never left. I’m so sorry Azriel. I understand if you need time or if you can’t forgive me but-“ He cuts you off.

“I forgive you. I don’t need time. I only need you here.” He’s so quick to dismiss every mistake you made, it breaks your heart. It will take a long while to reassure him that you aren’t ever leaving again, maybe a lifetime, but that’s okay.

You take notice of his dark circles and how skinny he has gotten. Gods, has he eaten at all since you left, you wonder.

“Let me make us some dinner, then we can talk more, okay?” Azriel nods and reluctantly lets go of your hand, following you to the kitchen like a lost puppy.

———

After several long hours of tears and brutal honesty, you and Azriel lay in your bed, embracing each other.

You spent the next week holed up in the house, reconnecting and reigniting your love for each other. You even took extra time to apologize to his shadows. They were very happy that you were back and made sure to show you so.

True to his word, Azriel never took your love for granted for as long as you both lived. And true to yours, you never left again.

I think I may do this prompt again later with someone else in more of a rivals to lovers type scenario, but I kinda just felt like this was fun for this one and wanted to try it idk

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[recklesssturniolo]

Worth It - C.S

dom!Chris, overstimulation, shower sex, dating in this & he’s angry (at least at the start), I didn’t write it but they have a safe word & they’re both more than aware of it

A/N: if you guys don’t like this I’m bashing my head against a wall

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

As I washed my hair, I notice the door to the washroom open, before being slammed shut.

“Chris?” I called out, assuming if it was one of his brothers they would’ve immediately apologized.

“Mhm” He responded. Clearly annoyed at something.

“What’s wrong? I asked.

“Nick is just a fucking idiot” He mumbled.

“Come shower with me, it’ll calm you down” I said.

He didn’t respond but I could hear him undressing. Not thinking much while he joined me as we’ve showered together before. Him immediately letting out a sigh as he got in and I shifted slightly so he could get under the water. Him ranting to me about how much Nick pissed him off. Only a couple minutes later, before I could even comprehend it I was pinned against the shower wall.

“You knew what you were doing telling me to join you in here” He said, tilting my chin up so we were making direct eye contact, “Thinking you could tease me like a little slut” His hands roaming my body as his lips connected to mine.

A moan fell from my lips, unable to form a response.

“Already desperate huh?” He asked. His hand lowering to my pussy, a smirk immediately forming on his face before he spoke again, “Look at you, already fucking wet”

“I - yeah” I mumbled. His anger turning me on as he only seemed to become more rough as he continued, his hand making his way to my throat and squeezing.

“Be a good girl for me and get on your knees” He said, smirking.

Nodding, I got onto my knees, the water streaming down on us both. Taking his dick into my hand and stroking him slowly.

“Don’t even fucking think about teasing me” He growled out - his anger clearly still present.

With that I took all of him into my mouth. My tongue swirling around his dick as I did so. His hand going to the back of my head, pushing it so I had all of him in my mouth. Gags leaving my mouth as he continued pushing my head.

“Fuck, so good to me” He groaned out, his hands raising me up from the shower floor.

My back now against his chest, he immediately begins running circles on my clit with his thumb, sliding his fingers down my folds and running them around my entrance.

“Chris” I whimper, my arousal at a high, needing his finger inside of me.

“Use your fucking words” He growled.

“I need - your fingers inside me, please” I whimper.

“Such a needy slut” He said, before slamming his fingers into me. A whimper falling from my mouth as they stretched me, his palm hitting my clit each time he pushed his fingers back.

“Fuck Chris, feels so good” I whine.

“Yeah? You gonna prove it to me and come on my fingers” He says.

“Yeah - just don’t stop please” I moan out, slightly embarrassed at how fast I was about to come.

“So pathetic already clenching around my fingers, coming like the whore you are and I’m not even finished with you yet” He says, my climax hitting me but him not stopping.

“Fuck me, please I need you” I beg.

“Not yet, be patient” He replies. His hand grabbing the shower head.

“What are you - holy fuck” I whine out, throwing my head back and pausing mid sentence as he put the shower head to my clit letting the water hit in with pressure.

“You like that huh? My fingers inside you while the water hits your clit” He asks.

“Yes but I can’t handle it fuck” I moan out.

“You’re gonna handle it, don’t act like you can’t” He groans out, clearly enjoying me being a mess while against him.

He continues slamming his fingers into me, the shower head only increasing my pleasure as cries and whimpers fell from my mouth as a knot in my stomach began to form.

“Chris I’m gonna come again” I basically whisper out, barely able to speak at this point.

“Come on then, let go for me pretty girl” He replies. His voice softening, slightly singling to me that his anger was dissipating.

That was all I needed to come, my whines only becoming louder, my legs now trembling as Chris pushed the shower head closer to my clit. I feel the loss of the water on myself, and his fingers slip out of me but feeling his dick running up and down my folds.

“You’re gonna come for me one last time, all over my dick” He demands.

“I’m so sensitive Chris fuck” I whine.

“You can handle it, I know you can ma” He says, it now being fully evident by his change of words that his anger was gone.

He slowly begins pushing himself into me, my breath hitching in my throat as his did, still not having come down from my previous high.

“So tight” Chris groans as his hands move to my hips, helping him fasten his pace as well as hold up my body, my legs feeling as if they’d give out at any moment from the constant pleasure I had been receiving.

“It - fuck” I whimper.

“It what? Come on, you know to use your words mama” He groans out, beginning to slam into me. Him clearly wanting to come himself.

“It feels so good but I - shit Chris” I whine.

“Such a good girl for me taking my dick, show me how good you can be and come one last time for me” He groans out, his climax growing closer. Him continuing to slam into me as I felt tears form in my eyes from how sensitive I was, my pussy still throbbing around his dick at the pleasure.

Chris’ groans became louder, his voice becoming raspy and his strokes in and out of me becoming sloppy.

“I’m gonna come ma, come with me, you’ve got it, I can feel your pussy clenching around me” He growled.

Now not able to form a sentence, my eyes clenching shut, holding on to the shower bar as I hit my third climax. Not able to suppress the volume of my whimpers and moans, Chris himself groaning as he filled me up. My legs now buckling.

“I got you, relax pretty girl” Chris responds, leaving small kisses on my shoulder, “so pretty coming undone for me like that, taking all of it”

Following this, helping me out of the shower and to his room, checking I was okay and grabbing me water before laying next to me.

“I don’t even know how to explain how good that was” I say, his arms wrapping around me.

“Yeah? I don’t know how to explain how good you looked and how I could’ve came just at the sounds you were making” He replied, before smirking slightly, “I think that was a good way of getting my anger out”

I mumbled that I agreed before pulling his arms tighter around me as I fought to stay awake.

“Sleep ma, I’ll be here if you need any help getting up afterwards” He laughs

“Yeah you’re gonna be giving me piggy back rides everywhere” I mumbled.

“Worth it”

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[boobabietch]

Chapter I: "From College Phenom to WNBA Superstar: The Victoria O’Hara Story" | Diana Taurasi x OC

Warnings: Kinda narcissistic, kinda obsessed Victoria (excuse my girl she just wants to do good)

A/N: first chapter baby let’s fucking goooo, I’m so so excited about this series and I cannot wait for you guys to read it. As always English is not my first language so if you see any mistakes (I wrote this super high so there’s probably some) please let me know so I can change them asap, comments are highly appreciated, please let me know what you think! My ask box is always open too. Love Sof :))

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There’s a funny thing about being a woman in sports, and it’s that being good is not enough.

When I was first drafted to the W, my back was in agonizing pain, breaking under the weight of everyone’s expectations. Having an excellent college career made the country ache with the need to see me play with the big dogs, some rooting for my success, but most of them patiently waiting for my imminent downfall. I struggled; climbing up that fucking hill was hard. But everything became easier once my mind was blinded with rage, and that anger had a name: Diana motherfucking Taurasi.

Growing up she was everything I aspired to be. She made it all look so easy, so effortless, and I wanted that. And the thing is, I’m not an aggressive person, not even a bad one. I bake for my teammates every Friday, I have friends all over the league, little girls want my shoes after the games and their grown fathers want my ass, teenage girls even write about me on Tumblr, for fuck's sake! I am perfectly fine!

Until that fucking game.

May 19, 2017

My rookie season. We faced Phoenix for the first time. The air was thick with anticipation, and I couldn’t shake the feeling in my gut that nobody on that arena came to see me.

There she was.

Diana was there, larger than life, owning the court like she owned the entire damn league. And the truth was, she did.

I knew this moment was coming, but nothing could’ve prepared me for actually standing across from her. She locked eyes with me during warm-ups, her face impassive, like I wasn’t even worth her time. I looked around and every person was the same, nobody really came to see me, not even my team. That’s when I realized that being good at the game it’s not enough, you have to play another type of game if you want people to see you, and I was determined to make them beg for more of me.

That was all it took. I felt something rise inside of me, a mix of insecurity and pure terror, and from that moment, the only thing I wanted more than winning was beating her. Proving her wrong.

And that’s where all the shit unraveled.

It wasn’t just the basketball. It was personal. Every shot I took, every time I drove the lane, I wasn’t just thinking about the score, I was thinking about her. The way she moved. How her voice echoed through the arena when she barked orders to her team. I hated how much I was drawn to it, to her.

My teammates tried to talk me down, “Vico, chill you’re obsessing,” Sydney said. But they didn’t get it. Diana Taurasi was my benchmark, my North Star. My fire, I wanted what she had and in order to get it she was the one to beat. Every game after that I took it as duel, a fight for dominance. I was determined to make her see me, to make her acknowledge that I wasn’t just some rookie passing through, because if she knew that, then everybody would know that I was Victoria fucking O’Hara, and I was coming for the crown, her crown.

And I was doing a hell of a job:

"Rising Star: Victoria O'Hara Leads All Rookies in Scoring and Rebounds"

"WNBA newest princess? O’Hara’s Rookie Season Proves She’s a Force to Be Reckoned With"

"Victoria O’Hara Makes Waves: Record-Breaking Rookie Season Captivates Fans and Analysts"

But it never seemed to be enough, until…

July 7, 2017

It was after another grueling game. We lost by three points, but I played the game of my life. I was exhausted, mentally and physically, slumped on the bench, trying to catch my breath. And someone towered over me.

Someone I was very aware of.

“Not bad, O’Hara. Keep it up, and you might actually be a challenge someday.”

My stomach twisted.

I stared at her for a weirdly amount of time, unsure how to respond. Hell, was she mocking me? Or was this some twisted form of respect?

Before I could think too much, I snapped back:

“Someday? I’m already a problem for you.”

Fuck, that sounded way harsher than I intended.

I saw her look at her shoes, clicking her tongue before staring at me again, a smirk plastered in her face begging to be slapped it out “Of course you are”

And that’s it. She left.

July 30, 2017:

We were playing again, and the tension was unbearable. Everyone could feel it. Diana was all over the place, controlling the game like she always did, like she owned it. But this time? I wasn’t letting her have it. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of thinking she still ran the show. I needed this moment. I needed to prove myself. To her. To everyone.

Then, in the third quarter, it happened.

I saw her coming. Her eyes were locked on me like a damn predator, and I wasn’t backing down. I made a drive, quick and sharp, cutting to the basket with everything I had. I was going to score, but she had other plans. She slammed into me, body on body, knocking me off my path like I was nothing. I hit the floor hard, my elbows burning from the impact. The whistle blew, and I stayed down for a second, rage boiling under my skin.

"Get up," she muttered, standing over me like she owned the place. "You’re gonna need more than that to take me down, rook."

The audacity. I pushed myself up, heart pounding in my chest, glaring straight at her. I was chest to chest with the legend, staring into her eyes, and for the first time, I wasn’t intimidated. I was pissed. “You think you’re untouchable? Just fucking wait.”

She smirked, like she’d heard it all before. Like she didn’t even have to try. "I don’t think, O’Hara. I know," she spat back, her voice dripping with arrogance.

That was it. That was the moment I snapped. "Oh, you’re just a fucking bitch, aren’t you?" The words flew out before I could stop them, and I shoved her, hard.

The arena erupted in chaos.

Before I knew it, she was lunging at me, ready to push me back. But our teammates were faster, grabbing us before we could even make contact. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears, my fists clenched, ready to throw. But the second I tried to break free, I was held back by a wall of arms pulling me away from her.

It took four players to hold me back. Four.

Diana wasn’t any better off. Her teammates were holding her down too, but I could see it in her eyes. She wanted this fight as much as I did. There was fire there, the same fire I felt burning inside me. She wasn’t just here to win; she was here to prove a point. But so was I.

We both struggled against the hands holding us back, trying to break free, trying to get at each other. My muscles ached with the effort of pushing forward, but no matter how hard I fought, it wasn’t happening. I could almost feel the impact of my fist hitting her. The unfinished fight burned inside me, an itch that couldn’t be scratched.

I didn’t give a shit about the cameras or the refs. I didn’t care about the technical they were about to call. All I cared about was making her feel this rage, this fire that she had sparked inside me. I wanted her to know that she wasn’t untouchable. That I wasn’t just another rookie.

Finally, the refs managed to pull us apart, forcing us to opposite sides of the court. My chest heaved with adrenaline, but I wasn’t done. I looked back at her, catching her eyes one more time. That damn smirk still on her face. But I knew she saw me now. I knew she felt it too.

The fight wasn’t over.

That was the moment I realized. Diana Taurasi wasn’t just another player to beat. She was the one. The one I had to take down. And maybe, just maybe, she’d finally met someone who could.

Fucking Diana.

"Rivalry Ignites: O’Hara and Taurasi Get into Fiery Altercation During Friday Game"

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[xbellaxcarolinax]

Hi, congratulations on 2K! 🥳

Can I ask for HCs for Marc Spector in a Zombie Apocalypse AU? 👀

Marc Spector x f!reader

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of blood, weapons such as guns and blades, implied reader is younger, BUT OF AGE OKAY? Smut, p in v, nothing too crazy.

Thank you for participating babe <3 No mention of Steven or Jake in this one! I’m sorry :( Also, this isn’t very good Again, I’m sorry! But I did have fun, so there’s that!

NSFW (Idk how that happened, it wasn’t the original intention lmfao)

MDNI

Marc was built for the times 

Didn’t mean he enjoyed it

His time in the Marines proved useful, his instincts sharp and always ready for a fight, his skills with a gun and blade invaluable 

Comes home with blood on his hands almost every night

Lost count of the lives he’s taken, both human and zombie (didn’t matter anymore)

A lone wolf—survived the outbreak all on his own

That was the good thing about lacking loved ones, he had no one to worry about but himself

And he wanted to keep it that way

Or so he thought until you stumbled into his chaotic life 

It was an accident, really

You broke in through the window of his flat in the dead of night, your old chucks squeaking against the worn-out wooden floor

He had a blade to your neck within seconds, the sharpened edge pressed firmly against your delicate skin

“Who the fuck are you? How’d you get up here?” He spat, grabbing your frayed t-shirt caught in his fist by the neckline

How you managed to climb the fire escape up six flights without making a sound was beyond him

“Wait, wait, wait, I’m sorry, I thought this place was abandoned and I needed to get away.” You pleaded, your eyes wide and your hands curling around his wrist in an attempt to loosen his hold.

Marc grunted, shoving you to the side.

“Get out.”

“Sure, can that wait till morning?”

“No.” The last thing he needed was a liability. 

“Please,” you begged, “they’re everywhere tonight. Just-just let me leave in the morning, they hate sunlight, you should know this. I promise I’ll be gone.”

He could’ve said no, should’ve. Something about your eyes stopped him. You were a young thing to him, a pretty girl with pretty eyes that spoke volumes

You’ve suffered just as he had

“I want you gone by sunrise, got it?” He bristled, pointing his blade at you, “And I better not catch you here again.”

“Got it.”

But when did things ever go as planned? 

You were back again and again and again.

You traded food and in return, he provided you with simple weapons he’d put together—a tiny blade, an old wine opener, a shitty pistol. 

That led to you crashing over his flat.

That was two years ago, and now, you were stuck to Marc like glue

But you weren’t useless. You were extremely stealthy, a good trapper, always bringing food home for dinner. Sometimes it wasn’t much—a simple trout or a small squirrel to fill your bellies till the next time you fetched a meal, but it was enough 

Marc never said it, but he was glad you had stumbled into his flat those years ago

Too stubborn to admit you were a welcomed companion 

Even more stubborn to admit he was falling for you

But that didn’t matter. The world was fucked and there wasn’t any time for that

One day you’d gone out to check your squirrel traps at the park (really, it was a forest now) not far from the flat.

Marc accompanied you as usual, seeing as he was the protector.

He’d gotten distracted. Found a Zippo lighter tossed carelessly over the grass. Still had oil in it.

It’d been so quick he almost missed it. Some guy had you pressed up against a tree, his thick hand wrapped around your throat as he lifted you up with ease.

Marc saw red.

Immediately grabbed his gun from the back pocket of his worn denim, aimed, and fired.

He never missed a shot. 

The only thing he could really recall from that day was the fear in your eyes, the red splattered over your pretty face.

“Could’ve been worse,” you chuckled shakily, wiping your face free of blood, “could’ve been a nightcrawler, right?”

Marc didn’t laugh

He shoved the dead man away from you, grabbing you in a tight hug

You hugged him back, burying your face in his chest, your body trembling like a leaf in his arms

God, he was falling for you and there was definitely no time for it

But you made the time

One night you kissed him, soft and sweet, unlike anything he’d felt in a long time

You were pressed up against him, savoring his warmth in the chill of the flat

He returned it eagerly, unaware of how touch-starved he’d been, his fingers pawing at every part of you he could

Marc fucked you that night, nice and slow on his old bed, his dark curls drenched in sweat despite the cold

“You feel so good.” He whispered in your ear as you whimpered, coating his length in your juices.

“M-Marc, feel s-so full,” you moaned as you held him close, his thrusts growing sloppier the closer he got 

You came, gushing over him with a silent cry. He followed not long after, pulling out from your pulsating cunt and spilling over the bare skin of your abdomen

He surged forward to kiss you, tongue tangling with yours as your fingers weaved through his sweat-slick hair

Your eyes, always so pretty, pulled at his heartstrings, just as they did the first time he met you

And he was never gonna let you go

[bitchinbarzal]

“but hear me out,, mase always swore he’d never be like mama mct’s ex boyf bc he was a piece of shit,, then he goes and cheats on her… that’s definitely that catalyst in mason & trevor’s friendship bc trevor trusted mason with his baby sister”

Just this… 👐🏻

It happened before they were together so could I really be considered cheating, Trevor thought so.

It was all fun and laughter in the ducks locker room majority of the time. Guys would make digs at one another it was all quite fun.

Jamie and his wife had recently announced their venture to adopt a babygirl and were picking out names so the team decided to weigh in.

Names were thrown about until Jamie said “My mom said Lola”

“Hey Tav, remember when you fucked that girl from where was it? Texas or something? Wasn’t her name Lola?” Someone shouts and Mason’s body freezes.

“Hard to believe Mason was ever with anyone who wasn’t little Z, she’s got him wrapped around his finger for like three years now”

The teammate frowns “No… tav you screwed that girl like three-“

“Okay enough dude” Mason snaps and Trevor interjects “No, let him finish. He screwed this girl when?”

“Like three years ago? It was what start of the season?”

Trevor looks at Mason who is visibly on edge before he pounces on him “You son of a bitch!”

Everyone has to get in to rip them away from one another. Eventually pulling them apart while their chests heave

“I trusted you! She trusted you! You have a baby!” Trevor screams.

“I know, I know ok?! We weren’t together yet and it was just one stupid night Z!” Mason défends to which Trevor snarls

“The first night, the night you picked her up I told you, I said to you to take care of her! You promised me!”

Trevor didn’t often get so wound up when it didn’t concern his kids but his baby sister was not grounds for disrespect.

“Trev it was nothing!”

Trevor rolls his eyes and grabs his bag “You better tell her”

“Trevor she’s just had a baby, I can’t-“

“Tell her. Or I will” he snaps, leaving the locker room.

When Mason left the facility he drove around a bit just trying to hold off coming home so he wouldn’t have to face you.

When he eventually walked in you were sat with Jude on the couch reading to him

“Hey sweet boy” you greet, standing up to meet him in the doorway “Say Hi Jude, hi daddy”

The sweet moment is followed by a silent pause when mason says “Babe can you sit down? I have to speak with you”

You frown “Baby what’s wrong?”

“Please?” He gestured to the couch and you oblige, shushing Jude in the process.

Mason leans against the coffee table and you say

“Mason just say it, you’re scaring me!”

“I slept with someone” he blurts out and your heart drops.

“You What?”

He sighs “It was a long time ago, it was when you went back to New York to stay with your parents after your ex and you said you needed space so I went out and I just- fuck babe I’m sorry, ok?”

“So you just stuck your dick in another woman because what? I needed space?” You Ask and it’s scary how calm you are.

“It wasn’t like that! I didn’t know if you’d even want me when you got back!”

“But you didn’t care to find out eh? What happens if she’d stuck around? Would you have been with her? Would this never have happened?”

The this in question is gestured by pointing between you both and mason looks at your sleeping baby boy, thinking of the life where he wasn’t here.

“I didn’t want to hurt you”

You scoff “Well you have”

“Babe please it’s not like I did it ever again, we weren’t together!”

“But we had an emotional connection Mason! I wanted you and you couldn’t wait until the next thing that opened her legs came along” you cried “I thought you weren’t like him”

His face drops “Hey, I am nothing like him!”

“Oh yeah? I’m not finding all that much different right now” you taunt and mason knows you’re trying to get under his skin so he lets it slide.

He sighs “What do you want me to do, I’ll do anything to prove how sorry I am” he begs and you nod

“After this, I’m done” you nod to Jude “I don’t want anymore babies with you”

You’d spoken about at least three kids with you being one of four and mason being one of two.

“What-“

“And I don’t want to get married” you reply, handing back the ring he’d recently given you when you’d given birth “I can’t trust you won’t break by heart again”

Mason watches then as you stand up and drop a sleeping baby Jude in his arms and walk out the room. Then Jude begins crying to which mason hushed him and mumbles

“I know exactly how you’re feeling bud”

[seresinsbabe]

"If we die, I'm going to spend the rest of our afterlife reminding you that this was all your fault."

"That's cool, I wouldn't mind having company while being a ghost."

With Hangman, please and thank you🥰

You stared across the darkened elevator at the green eyed Texan who just flashed that perfect smile back at you. It had been what felt like days stuck in this elevator when it all reality it was probably no more than an hour or two.

That was far too long than you wanted to spend in the presence of Hangman. The man who managed to irritate every last one of your nerves. And you were pretty sure st this point he enjoyed it.

It was his fault you guys were stuck in this elevator. It was an old, rickety thing. One that likely had very little maintenance since the day it was put in. You barely took it but your legs were still burning from your workout the day before and you had opted to take the easy way up the stairs.

Unfortunately for you, Hangman decided he need to take the elevator at the same time. While the elevator plaque said it was capable of carrying upwards of six-hundred pounds, the way it croaked and groaned when it went to lift you both up had you thinking otherwise.

An opinion you had voiced out to Hangman who insisted the two of you were fine and then jumped as high and as hard as he could to try and prove his point. Of which he failed when the elevator suddenly stopped and the doors refused to budge open.

“If we die in this fucking elevator I’m haunting your ass in the afterlife.” You grumbled over towards from your spot on the elevator floor.

Hangman just shrugged. “Fine with me, at least you’ll be the prettiest company a ghost could have.”

You didn’t bother responding to that with anything more than an eye roll.

A few more moments of silence passed before Jake’s voice cut through again.

“How long are you goin’ to keep up this ‘I hate Hangman’ charade?” You gave another eye roll.

“It’s not a charade.”

“Sure about that? Didn’t seem like you hated me much last night when you were begging for cuddles after I fucked you dumb.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. And sure as shit when you finally did look at him there it was. That signature shit eating grin plastered across his face.

It was at that moment the lights flickered back on and the elevator started moving again. As if your life depended on it, you scrambled to your feet.

“Shut up!” You huffed a little flustered at him for even bringing that up loudly enough someone could have heard. If they’d had their ear pressed against the elevator doors, maybe.

No one else on the team, or anyone at all really, needed to know that you’d been dating Hangman. Partly because you’d hated him for so long you weren’t quite ready to admit that he wasn’t anywhere near as bad as you’d originally thought. And partly because you didn’t want it to have any negative effects on this mission.

Jake just chuckled and shook his head. “See you at home, sweetheart.” He murmured against your temple as he kissed it.

“See you at home, flyboy.” You whispered back, placing your own kiss to his cheek. Both of you entirely unaware that Rooster had witnessed the exchange.

[venusjailer]

Will I ever stop pathologising the AP main characters and creating incredibly detailed backgrounds riddled with childhood trauma? It’s unlikely!

(INSANELY LONG) (LIKE INSANELY) (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED) EXPLANATIONS BELOW

(And If you have hc’s feel free to share!)

Patrick: cmon. The entire plot of AP is literally him just begging to be noticed.

Bro is devoid of attention right until the very last scene (aka the one with his lawyer). Sorry to all the SiGmA mALe AMPS fans but this is not a “sigma 🥶”, this is a man who did not receive a MORSEL of affection during his formative years.

His obsession with ‘fitting in’ (ie being accepted and therefore cared about) through his clothes, his looks, his social circle; his outbursts of intense emotion and inability to regulate them (almost as if he was never taught how to do so); the way he views the women in his life in an almost maternal way (namely Evelyn and Jean) - he just needs a hug!!!

And some intense therapy. And heavy duty psych meds.

Paul: this one is partly canonical, partly not.

The way that his character is almost revered by the other guys at P&P is interesting; he comes over as this über cool, competent, successful finance bro almost to a greater extent than they think they are.

But then he gets drunk with Patrick away from the office and from the constraints of corporate professionalism and becomes this silly goofy little guy.

I don’t necessarily think his work ‘persona’ is an act: I think it’s the parts of himself that he has to accentuate in order to succeed.

Also - I took influence for this from the amazing Paul character studies written by my dear friend @leoblooms on AO3 - please check them out

Luis: this one is pretty self-explanatory.

He’s the only confirmed canonically queer character in AP (although, come on, Patrick’s canon closet is made of glass at this point). And yet - in a way that so many LGBT+ people have suffered with throughout history and sadly even to this day - he can never, ever show it. Being openly gay in his environment would make him a social pariah.

Instead, he has to fit in: he’s marrying a woman, he’s acting like ~one of the guys~, he’s hoping that he can suffocate that part of himself by burying it six feet underground. But as so many of us know all too well: you can’t hide who you are forever. The bathroom scene with Patrick just proves this.

I also wanted to make a note of this because it’s very interesting to me - I read the most AMAZING fic a couple of years ago that was written from Courtney’s perspective, and in it it was mentioned that Luis is Catholic. I’m a Christian as well (from a famously progressive denomination) and although a lot of attitudes are changing within the Catholic Church, particularly right now, the ‘gay = sin’ mentality does prevail for many.

So it makes sense that if Luis was raised Catholic he has been suppressing that part of himself for a very long time. I can see him lying to himself and having girlfriends in high school.

Courtney: my literal baby girl. I’ve written a whole 18k character study on her because I find her so canonically fascinating.

My headcanon is that her father was absent from her life from a young age - but this is rooted in how she actually acts in the source material.

In the boardroom scene, Luis thanks Patrick for “taking care of Courtney last night”. To me, it sounds like he’s taking on a role that’s almost paternal. She is also notably reliant, and almost clingy, on the men in her life: telling Patrick she can’t go out because she’s waiting for Luis to call, and practically begging Patrick to call her after they’ve slept together.

Additionally there’s the whole ‘fucking my best friend’s boyfriend’ thing - I’m getting WAY off topic here but I see so much of her in Cassie from Euphoria. Unless someone is purposefully malicious and nasty, I think there’s always a reason for that kind of thing, even if it is complex and unsavoury.

I hate to use the term “daddy issues” because it absolves absent/abusive fathers of all of their damage and unfairly places the blame on young women, but if I had to describe a reason for why she might act in this way - having seen it first-hand myself from many people - that would be it.

Evelyn: so I did take some influence from Reese Witherspoon’s character in Legally Blonde here - but I think Evelyn is actually one of the smartest characters in AP and so I feel it’s fitting.

She comes over as incredibly ditzy and shallow, but remember we’re seeing and reading all of this from Patrick’s perspective - of course he’s not going to have a high opinion of her, because…it’s Patrick Bateman were talking about here.

In reality, she’s probably one of the most socially clued-in characters. For example: she effortlessly hosts big gatherings with grace and decorum even if the majority of guests are, let’s be honest, fucking insufferable.

She’s also the only character who can actually handle Patrick and meets him on his own level. She absolutely refuses to take any of his bullshit (“what am I supposed to do with that? Floss with it?”).

Her actions and force prove her to be the strong willed and savvy and to me that suggests intellect, as much as it may be hidden - again, due to the environment she exists in.

Bryce: he’s so interesting.

I’ve not written as much about him in my fics as the others, but his actions in the source material suggest that underneath his finance bro Wall Street image, he’s someone who’s very disillusioned, and almost broken.

I really wish the scene of his…episode?…in the club hadn’t been cut from the film. I’d recommend anyone to watch it (and the rest of the deleted scenes because they’re class) if they’ve not seen it already.

There’s also The Informers, the book and film adaptation of another of of Bret Easton Ellis’ works, which features a young Tim Bryce (referred to as Price) and the complex relationship with his father. I’ve not read/watched it in full yet, but whilst they’re on holiday Bryce’s father gets drunk and acts lecherous and gross towards young women on the beach, and Bryce is disgusted by this (perhaps he’s not as much of a raging misogynist as his peers?), and then makes ‘joking’ comments about Bryce being the subject of attraction by other men, to which Bryce walks out on him (perhaps he’s less condemning of homophobia than the others? Or, possibly…maybe he has less than hetero feelings himself? Not to spoil any of Mergerizations but I headcanon him as bisexual tbh).

This behaviour suggests that, at least as a teen, Bryce was very assertive of what was and wasn’t okay and was happy to make these views known.

But due to bullying by his father and, again, the environment that he likely grew up in, he has to suppress this part of himself to be accepted.

WOWWWW that was a whole ass essay. If you’ve read to this part, 1) I’m sorry 2) THANK YOU 3) I love you!!!!

[kingprinceleo]

Please tell us more about Shadow and Rouge , Shadow and Knuckles, or the trio itself pls I’m begging 🧎🧎🧎🧎

!!! Ok uhh

They're fun I love them I need to do more stuff with them 😰

Knuckles and rouge have known each other for years before shadow appeared, knuckles used to offer his own blood to rouge so she wouldn't get into trouble with GUN for stealing or attacking people. Once rouge finds Sol it becomes way less common, since rouge can easily access food through their markets, but she still teases him about biting him bc she finds it funny.

Knuckles is a farm boy out in the Wild Zones! (Angel Island is one main island with 7 smaller ones branching off, 3 of them belonging to GUN, and the other 4 being untouched, the Wild Zones)

He's got a pickup truck 😎, growing food for himself and to supply his (pizza) food truck with fresh ingredients. In his free time he likes to treasure hunt around Angel Island, trying to piece together echidna tribe artifacts and other remnants of an older society before their modern time. Rouge likes to tag along sometimes and "help", stealing his shit >:/

She knows the echidna stuff is very personal to him tho, so she'll leave those pieces alone, everything else? She tries to snatch for either herself or to sell off to her black market dealers. They have a knack for knowing all the gemstone hotspots on the islands, they've been around for a long time, so rouge keeps contact with them regularly.

Things get shaken up pretty fast when they find shadow tho, a bloodied ball curled up in knuckles field, running on pure adrenaline and prey animal fear. Knuckles is the one primarily trying to deal with him while rouge just watches fjfjfnfn. Shadows pretty fucked up with some teeth growing over each other, claws out of control, and knuckles has to tussle with...All of that as he tries not to get his face ripped off

Shadow eventually gets taken care of and the next few days are knuckles just trying to understand what's going on, but shadow won't speak a word. Rouge decided to go digging for anything about him, and finds out that GUN is looking for him. And since rouge is already off the grid and doesn't exist to them, they decide it would be best for shadow to go stay with rouge rather than knuckles (neither rouge or shadow are a fan of this)

Rouge brushes him off a lot at first ! Doesn't care if he runs off on his own, not her problem. But eventually he starts growing on her, especially when he proves to be incredibly useful when she's stealing from GUN. That's how she starts bonding with him fjfjfnfn and it's something they regularly do for years, even while rouge is working within GUN as a supervisor for the chaotix.

At one point she finds shadows inhibitors and uncovers more about it through old documents and scans, and she lightens up on him a bit. Once he has his inhibitors back he slowly starts working up to talking again, and the blackouts he used to have stop entirely. Then rouge realizes he's the Biggest Bitch in the West <3 now being able to sling insults at each other like a full time job

But mostly things carry on pretty smoothly! Shadow used to have an extremely violent reaction to vampires even being mentioned, so rouge has never told him that she's one herself. And it's been so long that shadow just thinks all of her bat and vampire themed decor is just normal fnfjfnfjjrj.

Present day shadows out and about during the night, sleeping during the day bc he's got paranoia about being vulnerable. He n rouge still regularly loot from GUN for chaos drives and other valuables and shadow helps with the black market things on the occasion. Rouge has Tried to dissuade shadows obsession with wearing silver but he never listens </3. rouge would consider shadow a friend, but he views it more like a teammate situation, he's not a friend guy

And with knuckles! He would frequently come by to check on shadows wellbeing, maybe wrestle with him a bit for the enrichment and getting shadows energy out. Eventually knuckles offers shadow a job to work with him on the food truck and on the farm, which shadow accepts since he's really got nothing better to do on this island and needs money eventually and that's their main thing, being coworkers. Knuckles at one point gets shadow a sick ass hover motorcycle since shadow can't buy anything big under his own name. And shadows an incredible worker, his perfectionism being both a gift and a flaw.

All 3 of them hanging out present day would likely be rouge dragging shadow to knuckles house after a heist where they can just unwind and watch something together

Or knuckles and shadow sparring in the field, which rouge insists she's above getting her hands dirty for fun, until they bait her into the fight by starting an argument

And probably other little things I need to think about more !!

But uhh one last thing I think, rouge and knuckles are both fiercely protective of shadow, it won't pop up often, but if something is wrong theyll both always be the first to be there

Like when shadow n Hoax make their blood deal, rouge won't actively intervene unless something bad happens, she's trusts shadow can handle himself. But she would bludgeon Hoaxs head in if she found out he did something horrible to shadow

Knuckles . Didn't wait for an answer. Fjfjfnfn literally the first time he sees Hoax after learning about the blood deal it is On Sight, which is how knuckles is the first to learn who Hoax is!!!! He punches him so fucking hard he turns back into Sonic 🤭

uh !!!!! Oops that is a little long, they are just so silly to me, hope u got what u were looking for !!! Dnhfjfnfjf

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Revenge, a dish best served cold Pt. 2

Warnings: minor errors, smut 18+, dry humping, fluff, angst

A/N: As requested by the vast majority (1 person) I aim to please. Sorry this took so long I had writer's block, but I'm back. I could be persuaded to write a couple more snippets for this.

Summary: Snippets of the progression of you and Benny's relationship.

Word Count: 3.2k

In the past month you had been dealing with the fallout of two broken relationships. Surprisingly Kevin was the one to give you the least amount of trouble. Though in the beginning he begged for you back saying you two were even now. Vanessa was the absolute worst, she ran crying to mom and dad omitting all of her wrongdoings in the process. 

Luckily after calling to find out what was going on, they saw the full picture. Your dad thought the two of you were old enough to work it out yourselves. Your mom thought you guys needed a push in the “right” direction. She just couldn’t stand watching the two of you like this. 

She may mean well but it didn’t stop you from pulling away from her because she just wants peace. She asked to meet up with you for lunch at their house you accepted, thinking she wanted to apologize. Instead you’re met with the last bitch you wanted to see, Vanessa.

“Look both of you have done some unsavory things in the past few weeks so why don’t you both apologize to each other.” Your mother looked at you and Vanessa full of hope. 

“I don’t see what I did wrong and I refuse to apologize to her. I also don’t appreciate being called here under false pretenses because you want to play peacekeeper.” You refuse to sweep this under the rug and make your mom understand that.

“She's right. Vanessa, what you did to your sister is absolutely disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself. You wouldn’t be in this position if you didn't sleep with your sister’s boyfriend.” Your dad spoke up on your behalf, not appreciating the mediating role your mother has taken on.

“Two wrongs don’t make a right, isn’t that what you taught us?” Vanessa flounders for a viable defense. 

“If that’s your defense you might wanna sharpen up if your plan is to be a lawyer's wife or his mistress.” You’ll spare no feelings when it comes to her, not anymore. 

“You know you were never gonna be Kevin’s wife, I mean you work in a fucking book store for God sake. He was embarrassed when he told people what you did for a living.” Vanessa hit below the belt yet again this time though you won’t back down. Your parents look on in shock at how quickly this turned sour, your mother wanting to intervene but your dad stops her. 

“Fuck you and him for thinking that doing something I enjoy is embarrassing. I don’t want to work in the corporate world or become a doctor. I'm happy just working in a bookstore. Unlike you I am happy with myself and I don’t need to sleep with other people’s boyfriends to prove how desirable I am.” At this point the both of you are standing with your hands on your parents dining table, facing each other. 

“You’re just jealous and you know it, I’m going to get to be everything you want. You’ll just be stuck with Benny who couldn’t commit even if his life depended on it.” Vanessa doubles down on her stance.

“You can have Kevin, I promise you you’ve just left a vacancy for his next side chick though.” You decide to go for her jugular. “Are you sure Benny didn’t want to commit or did he just not want to commit to you? It seems I’m not having that problem.” You lie through your teeth implying you and Benny 

You see the tears well up in her eyes at the implication that you and Benny are together, it may be a lie but she still deserves it. 

“Alright girls I think that calls for an intermission, Vanessa why don’t you go to the store-” Your dad's sentence being interrupted by you.

“That’s ok I’ll leave, Benny’s expecting me soon for dinner.” You add in to torment Vanessa. 

On your way out you hear your sister crying and yelling why she was the one asked to leave, you can’t help the smile that grows on your face. Benny’s gonna get a kick out of this when you facetime him. 

……….

At first it was really emotional having to navigate all of this, despite your revenge plot you still had to go through the grieving process. Twice. Benny proved himself to be exactly what you needed. He would let you cry while he held you close to his chest, he’d watch love island with you just so you had company, and he would take you out on dates. You didn’t call them that even if it was obvious that’s what they were. 

Currently you lay back on him while he watches a football game and you read. His hand has inched its way up your thigh slowly throughout the game. Add in that he’s already had a couple beers and you know he’s gonna get frisky sometime soon. You find a stopping place and put your book down to ask him a question. 

“What team are we pulling for again Ben?” You turn your head to look at him, awaiting his answer.

“Dallas Cowboys baby.” He reminds you without taking his eyes off the 72 inch flatscreen. Not knowing much about football you just give a nod and go back to reading. You get very into the pages as the main characters are finally about to have sex. Reading the descriptive words has your legs rubbing together subconsciously, you’re so caught up in your book you don’t even realize the game went to commercial. Or that Benny has been reading the sex scene with you. 

Benny loves reading the filthy eroctica you buy off amazon, not only does it give him ideas he gets to spend more time with you. But with the way your legs are rubbing together he just can’t help himself. He feels you up by rubbing the inside of your thighs until he reaches your apex.

He notes the speed of your breath increasing into quiet pants. Wanting to kick it up a notch he cups your pussy from behind causing you to slam the book against your chest and whine for him to stop teasing. Benny smirks at how easily responsive you are to him, basking in the way it feeds his ego.

Although he isn’t done teasing you he wants to give you some relief by taking his hand and slipping it under your lounge shorts. He takes two fingers and rubs your pussy above your panties. The small wet spot that was already there quickly grows with how good his hand feels rubbing back and forth on your clothed clit. But the pace stays the same, it feels so good but you need more. You face your book down on the cushion next to you, steadying your hands to rock into his hand. You throw your head back and let out your moans unabashed, loving the way your underwear and his hands feel together. The football game is long forgotten.

Benny studies the way your mouth opens focusing on how he loves the curve of your lips. He studies the scrunch in your nose that becomes more prominent the closer you get to orgasming. He studies the way your back arches away from him and into his hands, using him to get off. He studies your pert nipples peeking out from one of his old shirts. Benny realizes in this moment, as odd or perverted as it may seem, he loves you. Like he is full on in love with you. 

You find yourself getting closer and closer to your peak and your breathing reflects that. But the rug is pulled out from under you when Benny takes his hand back. You’re on the verge of crying from the loss until you feel him dip into your underwear. His rough fingers circling your clit directly have your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You feel his soft lips pecking your shoulder while moving further up. 

Benny knows you're close by how your pants become even more frantic. Your eyebrows knit together as the tension in your body starts coiling up like a spring waiting to be released. It explodes and Benny loves watching the way that relief floods your face. Your face is the epitome of bliss, the tension rolls off your body and you slump against Benny. He notices you are about to fall asleep and he reaches over to grab a blanket for you. He marks your book and sets it on the side table before returning to his game.  

………

“Baby we’ve been sitting here for 5 minutes.” Benny gently lets the implication hang in the air. You on the other hand were about to run out of the car just to avoid going inside the bar. The bar that held Benny's closest friends and his brother. All of whom wanted to meet the girl that took Benny “ladies man” Miller off the market. You.

It’s not that you don’t want to be with Benny, it’s the fear of being vulnerable again only to be left heartbroken. Meeting his friends is a serious step, one that reminds you this isn’t…

Benny’s hand reaches for your chin to turn your face to his. “Talk to me. Tell me what that pretty little head is overthinking now. Is it your purse because I don’t think they’ll notice it’s fake.” 

You crack a smile despite your best efforts, “Nothing really, just that I’m nervous because this is getting serious and I know that what happened won't be repeated but like the fear is still there. Y’know?”

The way he gazes in your eyes you can see he understands how you feel. “Yeah I know it’s like the memory haunts you even though you know you’re safe. But you know I wouldn’t do that, especially not to someone I love.”

Something in the air feels like it’s frozen, no noises, no people, just you and Benny lost in each other’s eyes. He said it so casually you think he doesn’t even realize what he just revealed. You can’t even tell him you love him too before you rush him. In your haste you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a messy kiss. Nevermind the fact that you were probably getting lipstick all over his mouth. 

You nip at Benny’s lip causing him to let out the prettiest moan. Taking that opportunity you let your tongue slide into his mouth, licking all over his. He doesn’t take long to catch up either. His big, veiny hands clasp around your waist pulling you into his lap. You take the opportunity and start rocking back and forth like you were riding him. Your clit was aching from how your denim shorts and panties rubbed against it. You moaned into his mouth while picking up the pace. 

The both of you lost in each other like you were in a bubble. But that bubble popped. A loud knock on the window feels like cold water being poured over you. You turn to see one of the men that frequented Benny’s instagram, the curly salt and peppered hair cluing you in that it’s Santiago. His cackle carried through the car window, causing Benny to look up at you with a lazy grin. 

You immediately peel off of Benny to check your makeup before you get out, unwilling to embarrass yourself further. You turn to Benny assessing how much lipstick you got on him but he’s already wiping it off with a makeup wipe. Stunned you asked him when he got those, and he tells you around the time you guys first started fucking in his car. 

As you both get out Santiago is still laughing but you go to introduce yourself. Before you can he fixes you with a knowing look, “Benny already told us all about you honey, never a picture though,” he turns to Benny with a look before coming back to you with an arm around your shoulder. “I’m Santiago but you can call me Santi, Pope, or Papi whichever feels natural.” 

“You really gonna try to steal my girlfriend from me after you just caught us dry-humping?” Benny jokingly put him in a headlock before you all head inside. 

The inside of the bar was warm, not just in temperature but in feeling too. When you reach the table you’re met with two more men and it’s obvious who. Will is the easiest to decipher and Frankie right next to him with that same oil hat. Benny introduces you to the group despite him already telling them everything possible about you. And vice versa. You go to sit down and Benny pulls your chair out for you causing your face to heat up.

The guys notice and chime in with a chorus of ��Awww''. You notice everyone has a drink and Benny is quick to ask what you want. He gets up to go to the bar and you almost go with him but he pins you with a look. You look up at the three men before you and smile awkwardly, though it may just look like you’re baring your teeth. 

You’re curious to know what Benny told them about how you guys met so you lead with that. “So what did Benny tell you about how we met?” 

“Honestly not much he did say you were his ex’s little sister, but he didn’t say which one.” Frankie looks to see if you’ll give him a hint. You don’t, but Will won’t let you off the hook that easy. 

“You know you look an awful lot like Nessa from his high school days, they were on and off constantly.” Will observes. 

“Unfortunately that is my sister but we aren’t speaking right now.” You worry that you may have over shared but it’ll all come out eventually so you tell them the full story. “6 months ago I was dating this guy, Kevin, and I had got off of work thinking I’d surprise him with dinner because he’s a law student.” You take a breath before continuing. “I pulled up to his house and Vanessa’s car was in his driveway. I didn't want to believe it but it was true. I was so upset and I wanted to make them feel how I felt, so I got drunk and DM’d Benny to see if he’d want to um have revenge sex with me.”

“Damn.” Santi was the only one who spoke, Frankie and Will both looked at you with slightly widened eyes. Benny didn’t tell them all that. 

“Yeah when they caught us fucking on the couch Ness- Vanessa and Kevin were so upset they claimed I took it too far and left crying. Your brother hasn’t left me alone since.” You look at Will specifically. 

Santi's face holds the expression of a proud father, Will and Frankie have faint smiles that they hide behind their beer. Benny finally makes his way back with your drink and his beer. Before he can fully sit down Santiago tells him, “I like her.”

“She told you about the revenge sex thing didn’t she?” Benny smirks since he already knows the answer. The guys nod while you sip on your drink. 

“What do you do?” Frankie awkwardly asks. 

“Like a job or hobbies?” Although you ask, you decide to answer for both. “For hobbies I really like reading and writing that’s why I got a job at a bookstore. I unofficially get free rein on all new selections, as long as I finish them before customers buy them all.” You end your ramble excitedly.

“Really? I like reading too. What's your favorite genre?” Will butts in curious about your shared interest.

“Oh uh romance mostly but I do enjoy a good mystery, thriller, or sci-fi. I actually just got done with one called Taken to Voraxia it actually has all 4. What about you?” You ask him.

“I mostly read non-fiction but I can’t say no to a good sci-fi book myself.” Will answers while scratching the back of his neck. 

“We just got a shipment of a new sci-fi series and the author is coming to read a chapter next week, you should stop by.” You offer. Will smiles and tells you he’ll check it out.

As the drinks keep flowing you become more and more comfortable around the guys and join in on their banter. You know you’ve made an impression when you get Frankie to spit out his drink from laughing. You look over at Benny to find him already staring at you, there was something familiar about that expression. He’d been looking at you like that for a month and after the confession in the car you register that it’s love. 

………..

The bell on the coffee shop door chimes and you look up to see Benny, he makes a beeline to where you are sitting. It’s the same table you sat at when you first met. Before you can even fully get up he wraps you in a bear hug telling you he missed you. It had been a few weeks since you’d seen him and you needed to talk to him. 

You’d already ordered his coffee and motioned for him to sit down. “I wanted to talk about something you said when I met the guys a few weeks ago.”

Benny looks at you with knitted eyebrows, “I’m gonna need you to specify sweet pea.”

“You said you love me or more specifically you said ‘I wouldn’t do that to someone I love’. Are you like in love with me or did you mean you care for me?” You twiddle with your fingers as you ask the question. 

Benny takes both your hands before telling you, “I meant I’m in love with you. I know you may not feel the same and it may take some time bu-”

“I think I’m in love with you too.” You blurt, not wanting him to think he had to convince you. “I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up because we’ve been in this limbo for a while. We do couple things but I was scared to actually ask, and be vulnerable like that again. I think I’m ready though and only because it’s you.” Even you want to cringe from how cheesy that sounded, but it was the truth.

Benny wastes no time grabbing the pack of your neck to kiss you. He immediately moves his mouth with yours while playing with your hair. He goes to slip his tongue in but you push him away breathlessly. Your lips are puffy and your eyes glazed over with want for him.

“Benny! We’re in public, there’s like kids here.” You chastise him quietly even though he smirks at you like he’d do it again.

“So?” He questions as if seeing nothing wrong with tongue-fucking you in public. “Just to be clear we are dating now, exclusively.” He tells you. 

Even though this started as a means to piss off your sister and ex, Benny truly is everything you want and more. He’s attentive, giving, and patient. He helped you through a breakup and a familial betrayal, he didn’t have to. After all, he could have dipped out once it was all said and done. Although unconventional, the build up to your relationship was perfect. He saw all the raw parts of you and still wanted more. 

“When do I meet the family?” Benny asks causing you to snort coffee out of your nose. Of course he helps you clean it up, but not without laughing at your misfortune. 

It doesn’t matter anymore to you but you got what Vanessa will never have, Benny’s devotion.

[lovelyrocker]

What He Didn't Do

The pounding on Y/N’s front door grew louder as she walked through her tiny one bedroom Manhattan apartment. When she opened the door she saw Timothee standing there with papers in his hand and an annoyed look on his face.

“What the fuck is this?!” He snapped while walking past her into her home.

“Hi, how are you?” She said sarcastically, letting the door shut behind him.

“Divorce papers?!” He all but shouted. “Seriously?!” He tossed the papers onto the counter. “I’ve indulged in your little game long enough! You wanted to separate for a while and we did! You wanted to get your own place and you did! Now you need to stop this bullshit, call this off and come home!”

“No.” She said simply.

“Y/N, you’ve proved your point.” He said more calmly. “You said you were gonna leave and I didn’t believe you. You proved me wrong. Jokes on me. Now stop it.”

“Tim, I told you I planned on filing months ago. Stop acting like it’s such a surprise.”

“I didn’t think you were going to actually do it!”

“Why not!?” Y/N snapped back.

“Because I love you!”

“You love me?!” She laughed. “That’s a good one, Tim!”

“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t love you! I wouldn’t have fought for you if I didn’t love you!”

“Fought for me!” She stepped closer to him. “You refused to go to marriage counseling! You were constantly gone! Even when you were home you weren’t there! You never listened to me, you always did what you wanted no matter what I thought or felt! All we do is fight and yell at eachother! Even now, look at us!”

“I can fix it.” He said with sorrowful eyes. “I can do better. Let me fix it. Just give me-”

“No, Tim.” She said sternly. “You always say you’re gonna do better and that you will try and you always fall back into the same routine a month later. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Y/N, I gave you everything.” He stepped closer to her. “I gave you everything you’ve wanted. You’ve never had to ask for anything or want for anything.”

“No, Tim.” She shook her head with a gentle smile. “No, you didn’t give me everything I wanted.”

“How can you say that? I-”

“Were you there when I got my job promotion? No, you were in Milan for some fashion show you accepted at the last minute. Were you with me when I went out to celebrate my birthday? No, you were with friends in Paris…for the third year in the row. When I would lay awake I night wanting you to be with me where were you? Out with friends in some club. You bought a house without even talking to me about it. It didn’t bother you when a guy asked me out right in front you, you brushed it off. You flirt with random girls and touch on them like I’m not there or like I wouldn’t see it on the internet the next day. You didn't even bother to come home from your trip to Aspen when I had a miscarriage, Timothee.” She fought back the tears that were rising in her eyes. “I am already alone. We aren’t together and haven’t been for a long time. I wanted you, Tim and no you didn’t give me that.”

“Please.” Timothee begged, tears starting to fall. “Y/N-”

“No, Tim. It’s too late for all of that. You weren’t there when I laid awake at night crying for hours wondering what I did wrong that you weren’t there. I am not blaming myself anymore. You lied to me.” His face twisted with questions. “You stood up and promised to love me and be there and you lied. You weren't there. You left me alone all the time and when I needed you most you were gone.” She wiped the one rouge tear that fell from her eye. “But I will say thank you. Because that whole time I sat there and wished more than anything that you would just come home and be there, you showed me I could do it all without you. That I didn’t need you like I thought I did. I wanted you, I didn’t need you. But that wasn’t enough for you.” She walked over to the counter and picked up the papers. She went to Timothee and held them out to him. “I won’t say a thing to anybody. I’ve never talked about this to a soul and I don’t plan to. My private life is mine. I’ve already signed mine.” 

Timothee took the papers and nodded with tears still falling. “You’ve- you’re already set in this aren’t you?” He looked up at her. “You’ve already moved on and are over it.”

“I’m on my way to be.”

Timothee gave another nod as the realization continued to set into him. He paused at the now open door and looked back at her. “I’m sorry for what I did.”

“It wasn’t what you did, Tim. It’s what you didn’t do.”

[neverlandwonderland]

What’s your biggest fantasy?

i honestly have so many lmao, but my biggest? hm. i’ma give both as a sub & dom :)

sub? complete control & overstimulation. tie me down, or pin me down, and hold a wand to me while you just coo at how good i’m taking it. bonus points if you’re equally as degrading?? sjdjdj. i’m going to fight it immediately but i just want to break, i want to get into that sub space where my eyes are barely open and focused, my body is tired and shaking, and my mind is just in pure need. i want to beg you to stop while i cum over and over for you. and afterwards, you’ll slide into me so easily and just give me more rounds of unrelenting control. i get really wet and skdjdj the thought of someone taking advantage of that please djdjdjj. this is gender neutral <3 maybe even both at the same time, compete to see who will make me break first and just keep using me to prove you’re the one who makes me feel like this and not the other.

as a dom, with a girl, i’d love to do literally what i just wrote but to her. having a pretty girl just making those beautiful sounds as her legs try desperately to squeeze together and squirm away from my stimulation to only be denied the break and pushed to her brink. hearing her scream, seeing her lovely tears flow down her face as she is just begging. god, i love to hear a woman beg. it’s the best sound, the pure desperation and trust that they are in my control and i’m the one who tells you when we’re done.

guys? my god, I want a man in my control. the grunts, whining, whimpering. I want them to sound like me as they writhe under my hands, begging for release and to fuck me, to show me how grateful they are for my treatment <3 now the top tier version of this? is when I make him beg for me to use him, to trust me enough to push my strap inside him and make him scream and cry into the sheets as I show him what true pleasure feels like.

i will add, for both of this dom fantasies, i will happily be making them watch themselves in the mirror as they break and succumb to the pleasure. i want them to see just how good they take me and how much they want this, how they were made to take me and i’m just fulfilling their purpose. i want them to see the pretty squirming view i love to watch.

i loved this question, thank you for asking <3 it turned me on just writing this out.

[aerospectrum]

Sam smiled at the predator reference and scrubbed the glowing substance with her but when she offered the shower he couldn’t tell if it was a dig at the two of them or if she really thought they were all in some kind of weird circle jerk. “Hey, wait.” Sam reached for Madison’s elbow, keeping his voice relaxed. “There’s nothing going on there, in case you thought maybe there was…” he was trying hard to not hurt anyone’s feelings as he walked on eggshells with them all. “I’m sorry about this, I didn’t mean to walk in on you guys; if I’d known I would’ve knocked or I don’t know, I probably wouldn’t have come back in.” He sighed and carded a hand through his hair. “Cas thinks you’re mad at him for throwing up.. Dean was just giving him a hug that’s all.” He tried to reassure her.

“I don’t know exactly what’s going on but that’s what I was coming down to tell you guys. Getting sick lends more credibility to the stuff I’ve found so far.” He rambled. “Don’t… don’t hide out upstairs, please. I can’t handle the two of them myself.” he pleaded gently with Madison. “Cas is gonna think you really do hate him, Dean will get all bitchy and, and I need your help so I can finish this research and figure out what’s going on. Maybe I can find a spell to reverse it.” He felt like he was begging at that point. “Plus I… this has to be a lot for you and, I don’t want you to get swept under the rug in all of this. You can talk if you want, I’m here to listen- how are you doing with all of this… can’t imagine this is easy on you.”

Dean poked and prodded Cas all the way up to the shower, the door was open and the water was running, but Cas refused to get in and it was eating away at Dean’s patience like acid burning though the door. Even with the lights off, Castiel was splattered in the substance he’d thrown up and everything or everywhere he touched left glowing fingerprints, handprints, feather prints? Dean felt guilty about the mess being tracked everywhere. He groaned angrily and the noise sounded like half a growl mixed with half a swear as it wafted down the steps. “Dammit Cas! Just get in, you’re getting it everywhere, she’s gonna be even more mad at you if you don’t get in!” He shouted exasperated, but Cas was unmoving. He wanted to prove to Dean he could just instantly clean and fix himself with the grace he had left… whether that was any or not none of them knew. But the stubbornness had Dean on edge again. “You don’t have any grace Cas! You’re human- whatever you threw up that was the last of it, you’re human now, so fucking suck it up and deal with it and get in the shower!” He barked at him. “Madison doesn’t wanna deal with grown man who doesn’t know how to take care of himself, you wanna get kicked out?— then listen to me, for once just fucking do what you’re told and listen to me!”

Madison scrounged through her cabinets looking for something to clean her floor w/. She didn’t want cas to be embarrassed so she grabbed him a towel incase he wanted to wipe his mouth.

“Cas, how are you feeling?” She asked walking into the living room then stopped when she saw the men hugging. “Oh! Uh… sorry, I- am I interrupting?” Her cheeks turned red & she turned away. “Sorry! I was just, coming to clean the floor.” Trying to keep her eyes averted so edged over & knelt down on the ground to begin wiping up the glowing goo.

It was awkward, she knew they were looking at her. “This kinda reminds me of the blood from Predator… you know that old movie w/ Arnold?”she managed to use a little bit of water & dish soap to rid the goo from staining her floor.

Before standing she let herself stay on her hands & knees for a moment. “Cas if you need to shower I have stuff…. If either of you wanna shower, individually or together I don’t know whatever you guys do.”

She didn’t know why she said it. Maybe it was the nervousness. Maybe it was the way Dean was jealous over the attention cas given her. “I’ll be upstairs….” Madison stood but didn’t exactly move.

[midnightmisadventures]

Holy fucking shit im still in sc i just realized something

oh my fucking god. I’ve been so busy but like......ive been having the most insane dreams ever and i havent even had the time or energy to talk about them fully. My dreams from the last 2 nights have honestly been....so fucking crazy.

But i was going through it in my head and realized at least for a week now, ive been on both cruises and smaller boats and seeing these beautiful sunset on water....

ON WATER. My dreams lately have been showing me water???? Im fucking seeing it. Remember a couple weeks ago when all my dreams were “okay haha its me on the elevator, lets SEE this fucking water, im not scared” like for a while every single night i was just like “hi spirit, i get it.....im on a boat” like in my dreams. So i passed that test, i mastered it

Now i’ve moved on to not only seeing the beautiful freedom water, but so quickly being in dangerous situations where im hanging off the boat, or only holding on to the boat and dunking my head in the water trying not to drown. Literally multiple times, where it looked like a pretty view but to get there, theres only like a sketchy net platform to stand on and pretty quickly im scared out of my mind, dangling and begging my friends to come get me like “guys guys help PLEASE HELP PLEASE’

Are yall hearing this shit??? Do you know what this means. This means i’m now at the point where im seeing the water, and at risk of falling in it. And THATS the thing thats scary now. Now im terrified of the water, and i ask my friends to pull me up cause i think im gonna die. I’m the farthest thing from trusting the universe. 

Remember in the catch me dream where i shot in the air in the elevator and was terrified for my life, don’t look down, so frustrated and frightened, and then i saw i was there with him and i suddenly i knew everything was okay i just have to trust. So then i just fell, completely trusting and taking Liam with me. 

Now i’m being asked to fall.....in the water ive been so desperately trying to reach. And i don’t trust it again, i’m scared again. Isn’t that insane. So now i have to come to consciousness in those dreams, realize im at a scary height over some water. And just fucking fall, trust it, know that you can. 

Because remember! I always know im on the boat “like the dreams” but i never think i am currently in one. I always just think this is the one time its real, but whatever BRING IT ON

And thats the point!

I was so frustrated at myself when i was dreaming the exact same scenario every night and not realizing this is probably a fucking dream!! But dream me can’t know its a dream. Because dream me has to ACTUAL trust, that this is real life, that there are real stakes and i am really falling or really in an elevator. Because then when i have consistent courage to trust it, whatever the divines doing (cause i know the divines doing it) I don’t even know im in a dream but im STILL not scared.

And the only way for that trust to transfer is if i believe it in my real or percieved waking life. So as scary as it fucking is, i have to fall next time im dreaming it, it’ll be terrifying but i have to do it.

I have to keep doing it. Until i prove to them that i trust them completely. That i’m not scared at a single thing life throws at me cause i know they’ll catch me no matter what it is. They planned for it. So even if it seems scary, it will ALWAYS be okay.

They just need me to trust them. One because i need to always trust myself because my intuition is never wrong and i can’t doubt myself about anything anymore. Its holding me back. And 2 because theyre gonna need me to have the courage to say crazy things, do outrageous things that are unorthodox and not normal to the public. They need me to trust them, so they’ll know i’ll do it cause i know i cant lose. 

I can’t lose.