#my brain has been fog for a while lol
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"i hate the way that i dont hate you"
This one was so much fun to write, and it helped distract me from this migraine lol, so thank you so much! I hope you enjoy a small adventure for Pedra and Josephine as they try to outrun an angry pirate crew💖
TW for sword-fighting violence, and a moment of misgendering
The Birth of Paradise - Impossible To Hate You - 1.5k
Pedra was a whirlwind of intrigue. She was bright and funny and full of infectious energy. On a good day, her confidence could inspire those with even the weakest convictions to fight. Josephine adored her spirit, her unapologetic nature, and her passion for life— As well as her passion for Josephine, in particular.
Of course, her thirst for adventure led the crew down some troublesome paths. It wasn’t often that they could go one day without a fight. Passing ships, merchants, random tavern customers minding their business— Pedra always found a way to set them off. Some days, they could dispatch their opponents with ease and make off with a new sword or a bit of gold. Other times, their foes were a little too tough for their liking, and they’d have to run back to their ship.
This was one of those days.
Josephine hadn’t paid any attention to the people entering the tavern. That was for Pedra and the crew to handle, while she made some extra money outside with her music. The soft strumming of her laud brought a bit of tranquility to the humid, bustling docks. Some of the townsfolk even stopped for a moment to listen. It wasn’t the grand audience Josephine had dreamed of, but even this sparse group of generous ears filled her with pride.
Then, there was a long, boisterous bellow from inside the tavern. Josephine quickly stuffed the money she had earned into her bag, already anticipating a sprint for the ship. Sure enough, Lucio and his boys rushed out of the building, arms full of coins and food that spilled onto the ground. Pedra wasn’t with them, though.
“Lucio,” Josephine said, grabbing his arm before he could run, “what happened?”
“Card game,” he said. “We may have cheated a bit.”
The sounds of clashing metal echoed from inside the tavern. Josephine groaned into her hand as she heard Pedra laughing and grunting, a clear sign that she was caught in a duel.
“She couldn’t help herself, could she?”
Lucio chuckled. “Just remember, senora, you chose to run away with her.”
Josephine rolled her eyes and dashed into the tavern. A glass of something foul-smelling flew over her head and shattered against a wooden column. Sailors and barmaids were lined up in one big circle, cheering and throwing their drinks in delight. Josephine squeezed through the crowd and found Pedra in the middle. Her dark coat flowed like the ocean itself as she spun on her knees, her sword in her hands, deflecting the swing of another blade just short of her head.
This blade was long and chipped, worn from years of battle. At the end of its silver handle, there was a large and dirtied fist, and an even filthier smile. The opponent's head nearly reached the ceiling, with a ragged braid cascading from an old hat. Josephine had been around enough taverns to know that this was indeed another captain.
Her arms and neck seemed to bulge under her coat as she swung her sword down again and again. She was too slow for Pedra, who kept sliding around on the floor to evade her strikes. When Pedra saw Josephine, though, she faltered on her feet, and the taller pirate used the opportunity to knock her onto her back.
Before the sword could come down over her head, Josephine deflected it with her laud. The wood splintered under the metal, peppering Pedra’s hair as she rolled onto her feet again. The opposing captain growled and tore the broken laud from Josephine’s hand.
“Stay out of this, ye brat! I want this cheater’s head!”
Pedra scoffed. “Please, ma’am, I don’t have to cheat to beat you in cards.”
The captain clenched her fist, crushing the laud the rest of the way. “Shut yer mouth, ya filthy deckswabber! The sea is no place for little boys playing pretend.”
She flinched as her sword was suddenly slapped out of her hand, with a long slash along her palm. Josephine stood before her, holding Pedra’s sword, fury brimming in her dark eyes.
“Never call her that again,” she hissed.
“Ye just cut the Lord of the Sea… ye miserable wench!”
In the blink of an eye, Josephine was suddenly off of her feet and flying out of the tavern. Pedra had her over her shoulder, carrying her across the docks as she dodged civilians and carts full of goods. The captain burst through the door and pointed at the runaways.
“Stop them!”
They turned a corner and ran up a long staircase, with the captain’s crew pushing through the crowds to chase them.
“Why are we going through town?” Josephine yelled over her shoulder.
“I’m not leading them back to the ship,” Pedra said, “we’ll find another way around.”
“This is not how I wanted to die, Pedra!”
“You’re the one who slashed her hand open!”
“You tried to steal from a woman twice your size!”
They made it to the top of the hill, to a street full of houses. They jumped over crates and up onto the rooftops, but the captain still kept pace with them. She even took a whole crate in her hands and hurled it at Pedra. Bits of wood flew around them, and Josephine deflected them with the sword.
Eventually, they reached the end of the rooftops. The captain looked around for another crate while Pedra searched for an escape. A thick pole stood beside the house, with a long rope running from the top, all the way down to a pole at the very end of the docks. Pedra quickly removed her belt and hung it around the rope. Josie realized what she was planning, and she shook her head.
“Absolutely not.”
“It’s the only way, Josie.”
“I’m not strong enough.”
“Then hold on to me.” Pedra took back the sword and held her hands. “Please, mi amor. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”
Even after all this time, the touch of Pedra’s rough, warm hands made Josephine’s heart flutter. Her embrace was a blanket of love and security. When she promised to protect her, Josephine believed it with all of her heart. She nodded her head and held Pedra tightly as they readied themselves.
“Are you ready?” Pedra asked.
“Is it too late to change my mind?”
“Yep!”
She jumped off the roof, gripping the belt as it slid down towards the docks. Josephine screamed, but as she felt the wind whip through her hair, she started to laugh. They were flying through the air like birds in a summer sky, unreachable to the world below. Just the two of them, for one beautiful moment in time.
As they neared the dock, Pedra suddenly shouted to her.
“Hold on tight!”
“What—”
She screamed again as Pedra released one side of the belt. They soared past the pole, over a crowd of civilians, and into the water with a loud crash. The waves tossed Josephine around a bit until she could finally reach the surface. Water burned her nose and throat as she coughed. When Pedra surfaced beside her, Josephine slapped the arm of her coat.
“Are you serious?! We could have hit the concrete and died! Why do I follow you anywhere?!”
Any bitterness in her words didn’t seem to register with Pedra. She just laughed and laughed, a sight that Josephine was struggling to stay mad at. Her smile was brighter than the sun itself. Rays of golden light made her damp, orange hair glow like a wildfire, as fierce and untamed as herself. Pedra was freedom incarnate, everything that Josephine had ever wanted. She crossed her arms and looked away, feeling the burn of her flustered face.
“You make it impossible to hate you.”
Pedra hummed and pulled her close. “I’m glad. You saved my life back there. I owe you a debt.”
“A new laud, to start.”
“The best in the world, hand-crafted by the gods of music—” She held her tighter. “Hold your breath.”
Josephine had enough time to take a breath before Pedra pulled her back underwater. Through the churning water, they could see the captain peering over the edge of the docks. She pointed at her crew, and they all ran along the water, searching for the runaways.
They waited a while under the ocean for the captain to be far enough away. Pedra’s eyes fell to Josephine, who held her face and stroked her cheek with a smile. She was a rose, sharp and beautiful, accented by the shimmering water like a living painting. Sailors used to share tales of sirens and mermaids, of goddesses that lived in the sea… Josephine put them all to shame. Her delicate hands pulled Pedra into a deep kiss, one that no wave, storm, or captain could break. With the sea itself as their witness, they would forever be one.
It wasn’t until their lungs burned with a need for air that they finally separated and swam to the surface. They held each other as they caught their breath, with hands tangled in hair and lips still brushing each other’s skin.
“Am I still a thorn in your side?” Pedra asked.
“Oh yes,” Josephine said, kissing her cheek firmly. “But I’d never get rid of you.”
#writeblr#ask games#wip: the birth of paradise#sorry if this is a mess#my brain has been fog for a while lol
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#the brain fog has finally lifted more than I can recall in like 5 years#I'm so focused at work and I've been able to get housework done on top of that during downtime#and I was so excited to try writing on my lunch break but nope that's still not happening lol#I really hope this lasts a while though because it's nice to feel like I can actually think without feeling like I'm mentally weightlifting#I haven't done anything differently so I don't know what's up lol#maybe it will last through my vacation next week and I can get some writing done if I have more than an hour to reread and plan#my problem is I can't pick a wip to work on
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✧!。◟[kinktober 2023] ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ — PGR & GI x reader [week 3]
baptize in your thighs until it hurts
a.n. - waow I'm on my break, what a surprise. I'm super super sorry for the delay. I got busy again after midterms week, and also other real life stuff. meanwhile I'm writing this down while in the bathroom LOL
pairings - forsaken + cerberus [watanabe, noan, noctis, murray] & anemo bois [kazuha, venti] x fem!reader
kinktober masterlist
warnings - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. NSFW THEMES: breeding kink, praise kink, size kink, bimbofication, dacryphilia, lingerie, body worship. cervix fucking?? size kink includes tummy bulging heuheue. also includes exhibitionism (bar; noctis, venti). "just the tip, but whoops" (noctis). some soft sex (kazuha, venti). cunnilingus (venti). fingering (noan, kazuha)
special mention - banners by @/rookthornesartistry, @/cafekitsune
! — Watanabe: Epitaph [ breeding kink ]
[a.n. - have y'all SEEN this man's awakening portrait? I'm creaming.]
Your lover doesn't take “no” for an answer.
“Nngh, w-wait, Wata-ah,” your whines are muffled into the sheets, “s-slow down, please!”
You've long been accustomed to Watanabe's absence— one of the cons for being an ally of Forsaken and especially being their leader's lover. You'd spend days, even weeks and months, find yourself without him. However, you've been an angel to the faction, always helping around whenever one needs help. Things do get different by the time your lover, your Watanabe, comes home—
“That's it, fuck,” mumbled Watanabe, “doin' fucking well,”
He becomes a different person; burying into your cunt as deep as possible, fucking you into oblivion.
Unfortunately, your pleas fall on deaf ears; Watanabe's gloveless fingers trail down from the nape of your exposed neck, to the base of your spine, where your hands are currently tied, holding it down with only a fraction of his strength. His other hand grips hard on your hips, one that you were sure would leave bruises in the morning. You gasp as the sensation, tickling and teasing, overwhelm you.
“I missed you,” he groans, a hard thrust to your pussy, your walls clinging onto his large dick mercilessly. “Ah, ha, I see that this pussy missed me, too.”
“Wa-Watanabe,” you whined further, squirming as he bullies your pussy, “t-too much, s'too big...!”
“But you're taking it so well,” he hums as he leaned onto the arch of your back, one hand now fiddling with your breast, and the other now trailing to your face, “you've always taken it so, so well, darling. That's my girl, mmh?”
Your cries intensified as his free hand finds your mouth, fingers shoved in, and you automatically sucked it, “fuck, yes, that's it...fuck, good, good girl.”
You feel your walls spasm uncontrollably as Watanabe fucks you harshly, certain that his dick snugly rams into your cervix, the drag of his shaft achingly alpng your walls made you feel so full after months of his absence. You cried out, mouth drooling over his fingers, and Watanabe laughs.
“I fucked you so many times now, but you're still so tight; god, you're driving me insane.”
Your brain fogs up at his praise, drowning in the endless waves of pleasure. Without a warning, his cock still deeply inside of you, he flips you over— and you find yourself staring at his green eye.
“Mm, my darling's already fucked out, mmh?” The hand on your mouth now trails to your jaw, and you feel yourself ache as he looks at you so tenderly despite his rough thrusts, “Did you miss me that much?”
“Y-yes,” you mewled, feeling his other hand effortlessly bring your legs over his shoulder, feeling his dick bury itself deeper in you, “W-Watanabe...yo-you're going to break me-”
“Can't help it,” his other hand now frees your tied hands, “not when you looked so good with those children.”
Although your brain is a messy mush, you faintly recall the event earlier— the kids who were at Watanabe's legs, laughing and cheering for their grand hero's welcome. You remember calling them back to you to not distract Watanabe, how you laughed alongside them, and how you carefully took care of them in the main team's absence.
“W-wha-”
“You'd look so good, fuck,” his hand now grips the other side of your hip, the other on your slightly bulging belly and holding it down, somehow aware that his big dick was rearranging your insides, “if I could fill your belly up with kids, mmh? I think you'd look so good carrying our child.”
A part of you wants to point out that you can't, but god— the way his cock was splitting you in half, drilling into that one spot that's making you see so many stars, you forget and instead latch onto his broad shoulders, nails sinking into them.
“Watanabe,” you moaned, your back arching to meet his fast thrusts, “fill me up, please, fill me up so good,”
His body pressed into you, his lips nibbling onto the expanse of your neck, leaving hickies wherever he could reach, while fucking you without a fail.
“Wanna make you a daddy,” you dawdled out, cockdrunk as his dick pulsed inside of you— “fuck and fill me up, Watanabe.”
And oh, it felt so good, too good, when his grunts in your ear makes you shiver all over— the tall tale sign of him coming soon.
“God, fuck,” his fingers reached to rub your throbbing clit, your orgasm cresting over your foggy mind, “cum for me, [Y/N], let me fill you up with my cum.”
You cried out your lover's name as your high comes unexpectedly, with Watanabe unraveling alongside you— his cum filling your empty womb, overfilling you more maybe so as something wet and sticky coats your inner thighs, and him fucking you through your orgasms. Although tired, you whined as you pulled Watanabe back in your bare chest, pouting as he attempted to pull out.
“D-don't,” you whispered, lethargy pulling you to sleep, “don't wanna let your cum out...”
“I missed you, too,” Watanabe chuckles, “but you already know that...”
You pouted, feigning obliviousness, “no. But I do believe in miracles.”
You clench around him, his still-hard dick, and he looks away, his hair covering half of his face. “[Y/N]...”
“Fuck me until I can't walk, Watanabe. Who knows, you just might get me pregnant.”
! — Noctis: Indominus [ size kink ]
Sometimes, you think your boyfriend is a little dumb.
Sure, causing a ruckus and nearly getting you (and Cerberus) in trouble nearly costs half of your mortal life— you're quite surprised you haven't ascended to heaven yet. Although that happens, you still love your boyfriend to bits; knowing that he's just a little dumb boy who needs a little guidance.
Or so you thought.
“N-Noctis!” a moan slips out of your covered mouth, as you felt his cockhead tease the entrance of your slip, “w-what if someone sees us-!”
“So they would,” he groans in your ear, breath tickling you from your neck, down to your wet cunt, “god, I will die if I can't fuck this pussy.”
“Noctis...!” Although you want to reprimand him for being less careful, you can't help but succumb to the way he shallowly thrusts into you. “I-I thought you said-”
“Mmh, just the tip, hngh,” he assures you, leaving little kisses all over your jaw, “I-I promise, it won't take long.”
You dumb ass as a boyfriend is nothing but trouble. You sigh, already feeling full just from his cockhead, “o-okay...just please, make it quick...”
“thank god,” he whines into your ear, hips uncontrollably rutting into you, “i-it won't take long.”
But your boyfriend is kind, loving even— seeing the way your lips curl into crescents, teeth biting into them as you suppress your moans, your closed eyes, pussy gripping onto him like a vice— it almost feels like he's close to drowning. Drowning to the point that he ruts into you like he's running, holding you down further.
You notice this quickly, eyes wide open as he sinks you further into his long and thick cock, tears forming in the corner of your eyes,
“W-wait...!” you cried out, feeling the delicious stretch of your cunt just to accommodate his length, “Noctis, y-you promised!”
Although it's been so many times since you've engaged in such acts, your pussy still struggles to take in everything in Noctis; sometimes, only half of his dick is inside of you. But now-
“shit,” he growled loudly, caging you further as he drills you into the walls, your cries only turning him on as he sees his cock finally nearing to be buried deep inside of you, “such a greedy little pussy.”
Your cunt throbs as a response as you felt him split you open. “Ah, hah, Noctis, p-please...”
“Look at this,” his hands run through the bulge in your stomach, where his cock snugly rests, “I knew you could take it. You're a champ, babe.”
You whined— overwhelmed as he starts to fuck you, the first time that his dick immediately reaches the sweet spots inside of you. Maybe he's not the one who's dumb, but you. It's harder to hold back your moans now, no— not when your boyfriend is now chasing the high alongside you, the pleasure burning your mind.
“Fuck that; don't cover your mouth, baby. Let the whole bar hear how you're only for me, yeah?”
! — Noan: Arca [ praise kink ]
Noan is the prettiest construct you've ever seen in your whole life.
Soft black hair, innocent and careful lime green irises, smooth yet refined jaw— he's basically the whole package. Not only that, you're lucky to have him as your lover.
A lover who's hellbent on getting your praises.
“Good boy,” you cooed, fingers threading through Noan's hair, moans spewing out of your lips as you felt his own fingers toying inside if you, “you're doing good for me.”
Picture this: a lazy Sunday morning, and you're both watching some cheesy telenovela to pass some time before you go back to work tomorrow. At some point, while the casts are busy arguing over trivial issues, clothes have long been forgotten, and your boy is under you, looking confusingly pretty as he plays with your cunt.
You straddle him by the hips, leaning back, pride swelling in your chest as you notice Noan is trying so many things with you. His usual smiling expression is flushed pink, as he looks at you with such interest and curiosity.
“Noan, no,” you whispered, a hand on his cheek, “you're doing so, so good, nngh, I love it when you do this.”
A poor boy, just experimenting with everything new. It could be overwhelming, seeing as he never had any experience, but you think this is the perfect time to try— especially now that you're both horny.
“Fuck,” you cursed as you felt his fingers curls around the spot you've waited, “r-right there, Noan, shit, you're so good...”
Noan wouldn't admit it, but it's true- he's getting too turned on. Just the way you've looked above him, your moans and calling out to him, and just how warm and wet the inside felt. He unconsciously licks his lips as he looked up at you, already feeling so lightheaded just from looking at you.
“[Y/N],” he maintains the pace as he sees you rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, a waterfall of moans crying out his name, “you look so...”
Without a warning, you unravel in Noan's fingers, something wet and sticky coming out of your pussy. Noan keeps his fingers going, even after you came, coaxing whatever liquid was still left inside of you.
That was your first orgasm in front of the boy, somehow, it made the boy's chest throb— was he really that good? To make someone- his lover- come so good like that?
Reality pulls him back, when he felt your fingers wrap itself around his shaft, a lewd and unapologetic moan coming out of his lips. You stared back at him, a small smile on your lips.
“Did you like that, Noan?” You purred, standing a bit so you could slot yourself in between his shaft, making the both of you moan, “you made me cum with your fingers; you're doing so well.”
His dick throbs at the phrase, “i-it's my first time...”
You start to grind on his shaft, eyes rolling back at how long it would be inside of you. “Mm, I'm enjoying it, I really do confess...”
It sparked his interest. Noan shifts a bit, so the prominent vein in his dick perfectly grinds with your trembling clit, “what is, [Y/N]?”
“I think about this situation a lot.” Your grinding becomes rougher, causing the both of you to moan out loud, “god, the thought of you fucking me is so unreal; but here we are.”
He groans as he felt your hands back at his hair, pulling him close as you grinded more on his leaking cockhead now, “that you must look so pretty when you're under me...”
You stood up slightly, one hand now aligning his aching dick closer to your warm hole, “seems like I won't be imagining that now, hm?”
Moaning out his name, you bottomed out in one thrust. Noan gasps in surprise, as he felt your walls tremble with his cock inside of you.
“Look at me, Noan,” you opened your mouth to warn him, one hand tilting his chin to reach your line of vision. “you'll be a good boy and fuck me like this, yeah?”
He groans, but thrusts up, as a response to your order, “y-yes...”
“Good boy,” you cooed once more, bouncing on his cock with a smile on your face as his expression contorts in pleasure, “let me be the one to teach you proper etiquette in fucking me.”
! — Murray: ?? [ bimbofication + dacryphilia ]
If he wasn't being a doting brother to Lee, then he's known to be one of the most calculative and cunning commandants— a well-known fact even that he is Cerberus' esteemed commandant. You wouldn't lie; Murray lived up to all his titles and responsibilities. He's the perfect man for any job you'd ask for: in politics, in the battlefield, and anything else in between.
As a foundation of his existence as an extraordinary individual, another comes into the picture: his pretty, little trophy girlfriend— you. A sweet, sweet little thing; always at his beck and call, always there to relieve him from his stress and sadness. In the eyes of those around you, you're always his support person, giving him hugs and kisses when he's looking down. You also bake pastries to give out around the hall, and occasionally to your lover's team, too. What a pretty, little, sweet thing you were—
Quite literally.
“Do you like the view?” Murray's sinister grin is etched on his face, your eyes nearly close to forming heart-shaped irises, the drag of his dick in between the crevices of your breasts, “you do, you little minx?”
Behind the tasteful eyes of the public, your Murray was not the sweet man they knew; vicious, manipulative, and—
“Yes, yes,” you dawdled out, a shudder across your body as you felt the vibrator slip in deeper inside of you, “that feels s-so good, m-master...”
Murray's favorite little plaything: you. Other than being his doting girlfriend, you were his plaything; dolled up to his preferences, always hungry for his cock.
“Mhm, it does,” Murray fucks between your breasts, his hand finding your jaw and slotting his thumb in between your open lips, “such a good girl for me.”
When he pulls away (you whine from the loss of his heat; he finds it endearing), he slowly pulls out your favorite pink vibrator out of your overstimulated pussy. You cry out, “w-wait, n-no...!”
“Mm? What's wrong?” He teases, mirth dripping from his tons, “do you prefer a poor old vibrator than my cock, dear?”
You whined once more, desperate to feel something fill up your awaiting walls, hole clenching around nothing.
“W-wanna feel you in me, m-master,” you sniffled, tears beginning to form like crystals in the corner of your eye, “I feel so empty, wan' your dick in me, master, please?”
And who was Murray to deny his pretty little plaything; you, sprawled out so beautifully in his bed, pussy aching and drenched in your arousal, little tears escaping your eyes? Murray growls as your tears begin to turn him on, crawling so that his shaft rubs your neglected pussy.
You've both been awfully stressed anyways. But god— he wishes he could keep teasing you until you break.
“Fuck, pretty girl,” he moans your name when the tip of his cock catches your clit, “be good for me, hm? I'm going to start fucking you...”
Without a delay, he slips in his pussy into your wet, warm walls; the instrusion make the both of you cry out. Tears now spill out of your eyes, and Murray ruts into you, without even letting you adjust.
“God, still so tight for me,” he chuckles, watching you squirm as he fucks you harder, “my little girl, my little plaything.”
But you've long descended into heaven, your wordless babbles of "more, more" and "please, more", feeling the drag of his dick now filling you up more than ever.
When Murray feels your orgasm teetering closer, he only hastens the pace, hand over your drooling mouth, as you mindlessly drown in the pleasure he gives, “You'll take more, hm? How about you count the number of times I make you cum tonight; we'll start again if you lose count, okay, darling?”
! — Kazuha: Scarlet Leaves Pursue Wild Waves [ lingerie ]
Kazuha has always been away far too long.
Always traveling to where the winds would take him— you believe that it's really the reason why he has anemo as a vision; he can talk to the trees with only a whisper of the wind— and only comes back weeks or months later.
Although a ring is out of the picture, he once promised his love to you with the call of the wind as your witness. At first, it was stupid; but you loved him that you'd let him go, when the wind was as free as it could get.
To cope with his absence, you started to look for ways to surprise your lover when he comes back. At first, they were little trinkets you'd find by the market, into desserts and food that you can make. Quite recently though, after asking around the married ladies in Liyue harbor, they told you about a secret they'd do when they wait for their husbands at sea: wearing something that their husbands couldn't wait to see them in.
Lo and behold, an autumn-colored lace drapes around your body. Lingerie. Although it's awkward (you've never been entirely confident with your physique), you think that it might look different in your lover's eyes anyway. You prepare to put it away, waiting for the day Kazuha would come home.
Yet, that day seemed to be today.
“Are you trying that on for me, my love?”
You whirled around to meet Kazuha, who was leaning by the doorframe, a gentle smile on his lips. Quickly, you try to grab the nearest clothing to shield yourself from his knowing gaze, “K-Kazuha! You're home early!”
He says nothing, but walks lightly to you. You back away until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you are left with Kazuha, bodies touching and his face inches away from you.
“I asked you a question, my dove,” he smiles, taking your hand to his lips, “are you trying this on for me?”
You try not to look at his face, guilt and embarrassment making your cheeks flush a deep shade of red, “I-I...was just trying them on...”
“My dove, my love,” he calls out, lips from your hand now trailing to your shoulder blades and to your jaw, a soft kiss there, “why are you so flustered?”
“U-um...”
Words die on your throat, as you felt his hands snake to your hips, guiding you onto the bed, his lips kissing and teeth nibbling on your skin. “You look...very beautiful in it. I know you've always been so beautiful, but in this...you look so...breathtaking.”
You softly moaned at his words and his ministrations, his kiss turning into a hickey in one side of your neck, “Kazuha, I...”
“So beautiful,” he laughs and his breath tickles your skin, your cunt throbbing when his other hand now rests at your inner thighs, massaging it down there, “my pretty dove is dressing up like a gift for me.”
His fingers deftly brush your clothed pussy, a small patch of wetness staining it. Putting light pressure onto where your clit was, Kazuha starts to rub you down there, making you squirm. But Kazuha doesn't mind; he leaves more hickies where his kisses left, his other hand now delicately massaging one mound of your breast.
“I-I wasn't sure if you'd like this...”
“Darling,” he purrs in your ear, making you shiver, “you are a gift to me; naked or not, I will always think that you are so beautiful.”
Pushing your lacey panties aside, Kazuha swiftly slips in a finger inside of you, making you gasp, but he quickly kisses you. His thumb caresses your clit while fingering your little cunt, your moans get swallowed in his kiss. The smell of Inazuman air, sakura trees, and ocean drives you insane— this was your lover, and he was back once more in your arms.
With a loud cry, you come undone in Kazuha's fingers, squirting after such an intense atmosphere. When you've calmed down, you notice a glint in Kazuha's eyes, and you knew that wasn't the end of it.
“I missed you, my dove. Why don't I show you how much I've missed you? Ah; don't take that off, I want to make love with you while you're wearing that.”
! — Venti/Barbatos: Windborne Bard [ body worship ]
Your god is kind; benevolent, unwavering, commited.
His aquamarine eyes glow so brightly than you've ever seen before. Even as he stands before you, a sinner so bare in the eyes of a god—your god— his lips are a sweet smile, and you've known these lips for a long time now.
“My angel,” your god is a lover, voice used for singing ballads and songs of tales, “so, you are here.”
In a cathedral. In Barbatos' throne, where his lyre laid at his feet. You throb at the very thought of sinning in his holy cathedral— stained glass shone by moonlight cast an ethereal glow over the man in front of you as he looked at you with such reverence, you forgot for a moment that you were going to do something so...unholy in this sacred place.
“This is your idea,” you huffed, already feeling conscious as you shuffle in your makeshift bed (your cape and clothes), feeling so shy in your god's presence, “are you sure I won't get sentenced to hell here?”
Venti laughs, settling in between your legs, “relax~ I double checked everything. You needn't worry, my muse.”
You've always known Venti had a penchant for doing so many reckless things— never would have thought that having sex in a cathedral— his cathedral— being one. Venti blows a strong wind to your exposed cunt, causing you to yelp.
“V-Venti!”
“Pretty,” he purred, fingers tracing the inside of your thigh, “my windblume, have I ever told you how pretty you are?”
“Countless times now,” you retorted, “including now.”
“Tsk, I ought to teach you better than that.” He smiles at you, the same aquamarine irises you've fallen in love with glowing brighter once more, “this offer is so tempting, you wouldn't have the heart to deny it.”
“I'd like to see you try, then, my bard.”
Your bard, your god, chuckles. Effortlessly, he hoists your legs up to his shoulder blades, your ankles over his shoulders. You watch as he keeps his gaze at you, sultry and honest, as he kisses the area above your feet.
“My windblume,” he breathed into your legs, trailing kisses without breaking eye contact, “my precious dove,”
He kisses and kisses— your legs, your knees, the back of your knees— and you think of it so endearing, even as arousal pools down there, and his kisses are still so gentle; his fingers would absentmindedly trail your thighs, and his gaze was far too intense, you had to look away.
“My muse, don't look away,” his spare hand finds your jaw, to make you look at him, as he goes down and kisses the inside of your thighs. “let me worship you, the same way you did to me.”
It tugs an unknown emotion in your heart, as you cannot look away; no, when he reverently kisses the inside of your thighs more, near your sopping wet core. It makes you cry out—“Venti,” but he nibbles that area more.
Your god spews words of worship and prayers in between them, your core that throbs at his words. You hold onto his hair, but he remains unfazed, only teasing you more.
“Barbatos,” you cried out, and Venti only smiles down there.
“Yes, call me that, my muse,” he holds onto your hips, as he licks a long stripe of your pussy, tasting you.
“Call your god,” he whispers in between your folds, now hellbent to fuck you with his tongue, “and I'll make you cum.”
Venti is relentless as he tastes you, face buried in between your legs. You moan and cry out his name, archons your witness; but tonight, your god forgets he is a god. Rather— he worships you, a sinner, as he makes you unravel in his touch.
“That's it, my muse,” he hums, coaxing the first orgasm of tonight, “let this cathedral know whose god you're worshipping while I fuck you hard like this.”
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You Better Not Die
(not my gif)
pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x actress!reader
characters: jake seresin, fem!reader, the dagger squad (mentioned), beau simpson, jake’s parents
warnings: mostly fluff, flashbacks, dogfighting, i believe that’s all
word count: ~3.7k
a/n: the poll has spoken, i will be posting the others in the days to come
also, i know the title is dramatic but trust me it makes since lol
quick summary: you’re an actress that ran into jake when your career first started
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Hangman’s favorite show is NCIS. Seriously, theman is obsessed with the show. I mean he watched NCIS with his parents growing up, so when he left to join the Navy that was how he felt close to them.
When Jake met you, you were just starting your career in acting and he was going to TOP GUN.
You had been visiting your uncle, as you were staying with him while you auditioned for TV shows and movies, when Hangman had quite literally ran into you.
*********
Jake walked out of the base gym, shirt off and towel around his neck. He was just whistling as he walked to the locker room, not seeing you as you rounded the corner.
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” you apologized immediately.
He looked at you, brow raised. He originally planned to just snap at you, tell you to watch where you were going but your sweet voice made him stop.
He made eye contact and his brain fogged over for a second. “I wasn’t watching where I was going, that’s my bad.” He shook his head, “Neither was I, Sweetheart.” His eyes scanned you, making you blush. “I definitely would have noticed you.”
You couldn’t stop the giggle leaving your mouth, but Jake didn’t want you to. That was one of the prettiest sounds he’d ever heard.
He glanced around and back to you, noting the fact you were wearing civvies. He also watched the way your eyes darted back and forth as you also looked around.
“You seem lost.” You chuckled, scratching the back of your neck, “Uh, yeah, I’m looking for my-”
“Y/N,” a voice called from down the hall. Both you and Jake turned to see who the voice belonged to.
His eyes widened and he looked down at you, seeing a smile break out across your face. He wasn’t sure why he had butterflies in his chest - What am I? A 15 year-old girl? - but he knew one thing, that he wanted to see that smile directed at him.
He dreaded the words that were about to come out of your mouth. Praying that they weren’t what he thought they were.
“Uncle Beau!”
Whew!
Jake visibly relaxed, at least Cyclone wasn’t your father. I mean he was your uncle, but father is much more threatening.
He could work with uncle.
“Lieutenant Seresin? Class ended early today, what are you still doing here?” Cyclone asked when he approached the two of you. “It was still early in the day, sir. Work doesn’t stop for a little bit of rain.” Cyclone just nodded at him, appreciating his work ethic.
Cyclone turned to you, “How’d it go?” You nodded, “Pretty good. I just need to wait for call backs.” He smiled, “I’m sure you did great. Now let’s go, I’m starving.” You nodded, “Lead the way.” Beau nodded and walked ahead of you.
Hangman tilted his head and looked confused. “I don’t want to call you ‘Lieutenant’ next time I see you. Got a name to go along with those rippling pectorals?” Jake couldn’t help but to mirror your smirk and flex just a little bit.
He was glad that his chest and face were still red from his work out, it hid the flush very well. “Hangman-” He chuckled at your unamused face. “But, I let pretty ladies call me Jake.” You nodded, smiling, “Jake Seresin.” He had to swallow the groan when he heard you say his full name. You said it dreamily and it sounded heavenly to him.
“Y/N-” Cyclone peeked his head around the wall and saw you both still talking. He shook his head and marched to you.
He grabbed your wrist, “Nope.” He looked at Jake, “Hangman, no.” He pulled you down the hall and you waved to Jake, a beaming smile thrown in his direction.
He watched you disappear around the corner before smiling to himself.
“Hangman, yes.”
**************
That was 7 years ago and you and Hangman were engaged.
He had been called back for the Uranium mission back in May and that was when you were filming for a show you didn’t tell Jake the name of.
The crew met you when they got back. Not believing for a second that Jake had a famous actor as a fiancé.
Needless to say they were surprised.
Fanboy actually recognized you. It was cool.
Especially when a few months later he was texting you about the fact you were in She-Hulk.
Jake was so proud of you and how far you’ve come in your career, you being equally as proud of him and his accomplishments. He bragged about you like he bragged about himself.
He watched everything you were in, even if critics said it was bad.
If you had to do research for a role, he was right there helping and taking notes. He worked lines with you when he could. Sometimes he went with you to set, if he had the time, loving to watch you in action.
Unless it was a kiss or sex scene, then he just went to your trailer. One time though, your costar wasn’t feeling great and didn’t want to get you sick, it was a make out scene and Jake looked close enough to the costar that he just filled in for the kiss
*******
That all leads to now.
It has been about five months since the mission and the squad took up instructing positions at TOP GUN.
Currently it was raining, which meant no one could be in the air. But that didn’t stop Jake from waking you up before the sunrise to go to the gym with him.
Not that he thought you needed to, he just hated working out alone. And you gave him perfect motivation.
When you got home, you made Jake carry you from the truck to the house, it was the least he could do.
Using the bottom of your shirt, you wiped the mixture of sweat and ran from your face. “I’m in dire need of a shower,” you said, grabbing waffles from the freezer as an after workout snack.
Jake slid up behind you as you waited for you at the toaster. “Me too. Why don’t you say we clean two birds with one stone?” You turned to him, “Did you just say ‘clean two birds’?” “I did.” “Were you trying to be clever?”
A teasing smirk played on your lips and Jake just looked at you unamused, “You wound me. You know that? You really wound me.” You pouted, “I’m sorry, Baby. Let me make it up to you.” You pulled him down by his dog tags for a kiss.
He groaned into your mouth and pressed you against the counter, causing you to giggle into his mouth. His hands pulled at your workout clothes to get you closer to his torso. The sweaty fabric was pulled free from your skin, causing you to shiver as the AC cooled the soaked fabric.
You were so deep into this makeout session that you forgot about your waffles.
Yelping when the toaster popped up behind you, you pulled away from Jake. Jake had also flinched, more so at your yelp than the toaster.
You slapped his chest when he laughed at you and turned to get your waffles.
He leaned forward to take a bite of one, but you pulled it away, shaking your head. Taking a bite you poked his chest, “Get your own snack!” He jutted his bottom lip out, before smirking.
You rose a brow, “I don’t like that look.” Hangman laughed and picked you up by your thighs, hoisting you over his shoulder, making you sit your waffles on the countertop. “Jacob Glen, what do you think you’re doing?” He laughed again, “I found my snack.” He playfully bit your thigh before walking to the living room.
You smacked his butt, “Jake, put me down! I need to eat and then shower, I’ve got meetings today!” He stopped, grabbed your hips and placed you back on your feet.
“You do? It’s Monday, I thought you didn’t have meetings on Mondays?” You sighed, “I don’t, usually, but something came up on someone’s schedule and we had to move it up. I forgot to tell you, I’m sorry.” He shook his head, “It’s okay, Darlin’. I get it. But…” He felt like a child for what he was about to ask.
“Will you be back in time for the premiere of the new season of NCIS?” You bit your lip and grabbed his hands, “I wish I could give you an answer, Baby. But I don’t know, I’m sorry.” He nodded and looked down, again feeling like a child.
Jake was really looking forward to watching it with you. It was a Seresin tradition to huddle in the family room, order take out of some kind (usually pizza) and start the season together.
“I know how much it means to you. I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure those meetings go as planned and are on time. I might break some traffic laws.” Jake laughed, making you smile. He shook his head, “You don’t have to break traffic laws, just text me if anything has to change.”
He gestured to the tv, “It’s set to record and we can just watch it when you get here.”
You shook your head, “You hate breaking tradition…” Jake squeezed your hands, “I’d break every tradition for you.” You kissed his knuckles and giggled.
He chuckled, “What?” “If I told the squad the big bad Hangman was so down bad for his girlfriend that he’s willing to wait to watch a tv show, they’d laugh in my face.” He laughed, throwing his head back as he pulled you to him, “I don’t know about that. They know how much I love you.” He kissed the top of your head, “And how proud I am of you.”
Smiling, you leaned your head back, “I think you earned yourself a waffle, Lieutenant.”
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After your shower you had a little bit of time to kill. So you cleaned while your hair air-dried and then got ready for your meeting before being out the door.
Hangman had to busy himself. He did laundry, went through all the items that were meticulously organized and wrote down what you were low on.
He actually started to pre-plan for the wedding, considering you had been too busy to actually start. Jake looked at venues, caterers, you know the broader things he knew you would be more likely to come to an agreement on. He knew how picky you were. One thing he knew you for sure wanted was a fall wedding.
Eventually it was nearing the time for the new episode to air, and he was anxious.
You haven't messaged except to tell him how the meetings had gone. Some had actually not taken as long as you thought. So everything was looking like you’d be home with time to spare.
Then you called.
Jake picked up immediately, “Hey, everything okay?” “Yeah, I’m on my way home. But the traffic is really bad right now. I’m looking at like another hour, maybe two.” Jake checked the time, it was 5 o’clock, the show aired at 7.
“That’s okay, it starts at 7. If it starts before you get home I’ll just pause it.” You sighed, with a little pained grunt at the end. You were definitely in need of a massage. “I’ll call you when I get close to the house.” “Alright, drive safe. I love you.” “I love you too, Jakey. See you when I get home.”
******
Two hours later, Jake had the TV paused as he waited for you in the kitchen.
He quickly called you, just to check on you.
“Jake, I’m sorry, I meant to call you.” “It’s okay, Sweetheart. I wanted to make sure everything was okay.” “Yeah, everything’s good. I actually put in an order for pizza. I’m going to pick it up right now, shouldn’t take me too long. If you want to go ahead and start it, you can just tell me what happens when I get home.”
Jake bit his lip, “Are you sure?” “Yes, Darlin’, I’m sure.” He smiled at the small twang in your voice that you picked up from being around him for so long. “Okay, see you in a little bit.” “See you in a minute, I love you.” “I love you too.”
Jake went to the living room, beer in hand and phone opening Pinterest. You made him download it after you found hundreds of screenshots of random projects in his gallery.
Anyway, he sat down on the couch and unpaused the TV, watching the opening scene. It was generally the same formula: random citizen finds the dead body of a naval officer or a marine, or something along those lines. Then the opening credits.
This time, it was a naval aviator: Lieutenant Theodore Ackley; call sign “Teddy”. Hangman chuckled as he sipped his beer, “And I made fun of Bob…”
He scrolled through his phone, not bothering to watch the opening credits; they were the same every time.
Jake reclined as commercials followed right after, planning to pause it once the show came back on. He also kept an ear out for the sound of you pulling in, that way he could meet you at the door.
He glanced up from his scrolling when he heard the distinct sound of the show returning. He reached for the remote to pause it, but he stopped when the screen filled with the tell-tale signs of a cinematic flashback.
It was of pilots in a dogfight.
Hangman knew he should have paused it, but something drew his attention in. He wanted to listen to make sure they got details right, made sure it was as accurate as a show could make it.
“Teddy! Teddy! I need some assistance over here!” Jake’s ear perked up, that voice was so familiar but it was somewhat muffled by the mask.
“Athena! Athena! He’s on our tail!” The distinct down of a missile lock rang out. “Shit! They’ve got a lock! Hawk-” “Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!” “Deploy flares!”
Jake needed to pause it, he really did. Not just for you, but for him, this was getting a little much. A little too accurate. But it was like a car wreck, he just couldn’t look away.
Flares got deployed. But he was firing guns quickly. “We took a hit!” “Shit!”
The planes dipped and dodge, breaking left and right. “We can’t shake this guy! Teddy, where are you!?” “I’m coming, Athena!” Hawk’s voice came over. “He got a lock again!” “Smoke Athena!” Hawk called out and hit the flares.
Nothing. They were out of flares, they had been out of missiles for a bit having shot down two others already. Athena turned to her backseater, “Hawk?” “We’re out of flares, A!” “‘thena, evade!” She tried her best, but as she did, her engine went out. They were hit.
And that’s when the nightmare stopped, a figure shooting up in their bed - well, off the floor.
That’s when Jake paused it. Mainly because the character on the screen; hair disheveled, chest heaving, wide, tear-lined eyes, and dog tags hanging from her neck, was you.
He was completely surprised. You hadn’t said a word to him about being in this episode, or about being on the show period. But he was proud of you.
He was so enveloped in the screen that he hadn’t heard you pull in or come inside.
“Jake? Baby?” You kick off your heels, making a mental note to pick them up later. “Jake?” You have an arm full of pizza and your purse is slipping from your shoulder.
You glanced to the couch seeing him leaned forward, looking at the screen. “Jacob, I could really use some assistance.” He didn’t respond. You took a glance at the TV and saw your face. You sighed and chuckled as you made your way to the island and sat your purse down along with the pizza boxes.
You padded over and sat down, making Jake look at you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I wanted to surprise you.” He laughed, hugging you tightly, “Consider me surprised, Honey. I’m so proud of you.” You smiled, kissing his neck before resting your chin on his shoulder. “Thank you, Jake.” He pulled back and kissed your nose.
Gently, he pulled you up and shoved you to the bedroom as he moved to the kitchen. “Go get comfy and I’ll fix our plates.”
******
“No, no, no, what are you doing?!” Jake bolted to sit up on the couch.
Currently, your character was holstering her weapon and stepping to the suspect. “Rosemary, if you want justice for your brother… You need to kill me.” The girl on screen shook her head pointing the gun at the pilot in her grasp that was in Athena’s previous squad.
“No, she doesn’t need to do that.” You chuckled and sipped your soda. “Jake, just watch the show.” He looked at you, “I can’t ‘just watch the show’. I will be so upset if you die.” You rolled your eyes and grabbed your slice of pizza.
“No, ‘thena… I could never kill you. You were Charlie’s best friend.” “I was also his pilot. I was supposed to keep him safe and bring him back to you. It was my responsibility.” “You weren’t even supposed to be on that mission, Athena,” the hostage choked out. “If I hadn’t buzzed the tower, I would have been in the sky, not you and Hawk.”
Athena gave him a pointed look, and he shut up.
“Rose-” “No! Harper, I can’t kill you, I don’t blame you. Charlie wouldn’t want me to do that…” “But he would want you to kill and blame others?”
Rose bit her lip, “Lieutenant Ackley should have been there… Lieutenant Cole should have been there!” Your character nodded, “I know, but I don’t blame them. They couldn’t have done anything. I should have been better, the one time I got in my own head, it got your brother killed. I’m so sorry, Rose.”
Rose turned the gun on your character and let Cole go.
Jake grabbed your hand, “I swear, Y/N-” “Just watch, Jake.”
Harper pressed her head into the barrel, “Do it. Get justice for Charlie.” The camera focused on Rose moving her finger to the trigger, making Jake hold his breath.
“I can’t…” She dropped the gun and then fell to her knees. Jake placed a hand over his heart and let out the breath. “You’re so dramatic.”
Your character kicked the gun away and embraced the girl, comforting her before ultimately arresting her.
After some closing scenes and a heartfelt moment between Harper and the team, the credits rolled.
“Don’t do that to me,” Jake said, serious in his expression but playful in his tone. “But seriously, that was so awesome. I’m so damn proud of you.” He hugged you and laid you back on the cushions of the couch. He rested his head on your stomach.
You ran your fingers through his hair, “Thank you, Honey. I’m glad you think so. I worked really hard to try and play this character as accurately as possible. I hope I did it justice.”
He nodded against your belly, “I think you did more than that. You work so hard for every role you play, and this one was no different. I can’t wait to see what you do with her in future episodes.”
You rose a brow and stopped moving your hand, “What makes you think she’s in more episodes?”
Jake pushed himself up, “Because she’s a badass and a character with depth, she actually reminds me of Maverick, which I feel was intentional, not the point. And- And! She is going to be loved by the fans.” “Well I’m glad you feel that way. My biggest fan right here.” He smirked and kissed you, rumbling out a “Don’t you forget it” when he pulled away.
As he laid himself back on your stomach, his phone rang with a face time from his mom. “Who is it?” “Your mom.”
You answered it, smiling at your mother-in-law, “Hi, Bonnie!” “Oh, Y/N, Darlin’ hi!” “Thanks Ma, I’m here too.” “Oh Jacob hush,” she said, a teasing smirk on her face.
“I just wanted to call and talk about the latest episode. We just finished it, and might I say it was great!” Jake smiled, “You’re tellin’ me. I loved it.” “Oh, and Y/N, sweetie, you did so good! You’re so talented!” “Thank you, Bonnie.”
She sighed, “I let it slide earlier, but Sweetheart you have been in our family for seven years now and will be in it for more to come, you can call me ‘Ma’.” Jake watched the heat tint your cheeks pink as you corrected yourself, “Thank you, Ma.” “That’s better.”
Bonnie continued to talk about the episode with you, even getting into how it was to work with your co-stars. Jake just watched, content with seeing you so happy.
“Well, John and I are so proud of you Y/N. We’ve got to be up for work tomorrow, so I better head to bed, John’s already asleep.” “I thought I could hear him snoring in the background,” Jake spoke up after being quiet for a few minutes. “Oh, Jake, I thought you fell asleep too,” Bonnie laughed on the other end. “No ma’am, just listening to my girl being passionate about her job.” She smiled at her son. “Well, I better head to bed. Goodnight sweethearts, love you!” “Love you too Ma,” you both said, biding her a goodnight and hanging up.
Jake nuzzled himself into your shoulder this time, but pulled back when he heard you sniffle.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” He brought his hand up to hold your face.
You chuckled, smiling as you shook your head. “Nothing, it’s just,” you laughed again. “I have so much support and it means so much to me. I honestly don’t know where I’d be without you. You have stood by me through every audition, good or bad. Through every hate comment and sexist interviewer. You, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, have been by my side throughout all of it.”
He smiled and brought your left hand to his lips, kissing your engagement ring, “And I plan to keep it that way.” You smiled, using your combined hands to tilt his face to kiss him, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
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Morning Wood
Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair
A few tags, just in case?: Trans Wednesday, Sub Wednesday, Dom Enid, gender-affirming humiliation, praise and degradation, Mommy k!nk, mentions of chastity, orgasm control, some more stuff lol
Summary: uhh, Wednesday gets morning wood…
(All characters are 18+)
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Just like every other morning, Wednesday woke up in her girlfriend’s arms, the werewolf somehow managing to be sprawled out across the bed while also keeping both arms wrapped tightly around Wednesday. Wednesday herself was snuggled up against Enid’s side.
This position made it very obvious the tent in her oversized shorts. Wednesday had recently run out of her hrt meds and was having a wonderfully dreadful experience with the pharmacy to get a refill. So, she’s been prey to her body’s natural carnal desires. Wednesday had no desire to have her penis removed, but it certainly wasn’t easy for her during these occurrences where testosterone began to build up again.
Which all leads the seer to right now, where the intense desire to release the tension was easily overwhelming her mind. She hardly even realized that she had begun humping her girlfriend’s body like a dog in heat, her hips moving on their own accord. It wasn’t until she felt the light shaking of Enid’s chest, indicating laughter, that Wednesday looked up at the taller woman.
“Having fun, baby?” Enid asked and Wednesday responded with a confused grunt and furrowed brows. Enid motioned down with her head at Wednesday’s still moving hips and the woman immediately froze, staring widely at her own body’s betrayal. She quickly looked back up at Enid and stumbled to offer an explanation and an apology at the same time.
“I- Enid, I apologize. I don’t mean to act like a depraved animal. I’m sorry,” Wednesday felt immense guilt, feeling like her actions would be perceived as predatory. But in reality, Enid felt the exact opposite.
“Wends, don’t apologize, it’s okay! It’s only natural for something like this to happen eventually. I mean, not just with you not having your meds in a while, but I certainly haven’t been helping,” Enid chuckled softly, “Seriously, how long has it been since I’ve let you cum? A month? No, we just passed two months! Aww, poor baby! You must be so pent up! Of course you’d need to hump my leg a little bit. C’mon, why don’t you let Mommy help you out. Maybe I’ll let you cum too! Maybe…”
Wednesday heard the open-ended promise but didn’t focus on it all, far too distracted by the idea of having her Mommy help her feel good. That’s what she needs, so badly. Wednesday nods quickly, hardly worried about what her dom may have in mind for her, focusing solely on the pleasure and her needy little girldick. “Please Mommy! Please make me feel good!”
“Oh don’t worry, baby girl. I’ll make you feel so good!” Enid says cryptically, though again, Wednesday doesn’t notice. Her brain is far too fogged up with neediness to think properly. Enid shakes her head and moves them around so that Wednesday is now lying flat on the bed and Enid is curled up against her. This new position makes the height difference even more stark and Enid makes it even more so by leaning on her one arm so that she’s above Wednesday, looking down at her, as it should be. “Let’s get these pesky shorts out of the way, shall we?” Enid pulls the black shorts down to Wednesday’s ankles, assisting in the seer’s vulnerable position to her dominant girlfriend. “Rules, you cum exactly when I tell you to. No ‘what ifs’ you will cum when I say. Second, hands at your sides. I see them move, and I’ll lock you in chastity for the rest of the year, do I make myself clear?” Enid waits for a response, which she receives in a nod with a “Yes Mommy!” and the werewolf continues, “Three, the only words that contain out of your mouth are ‘Yes Mommy’ or to tell me when you’re close, or your safeword, which is?”
“Skulls, Mommy,” Wednesday responds, receiving a kiss on her forehead for her good behavior.
“Good girl. And lastly, I want you to try and keep still. This one’s not a hard rule, and I won’t punish you if you break it. But I’d like you to try, okay? Remember we’re working on you sitting still like a good girl. Alright, you ready, sweet girl?” Wednesday nods and responds in affirmation. So, Enid doesn’t waste any time teasing her submissive, going straight to stroking the seer’s small girlcock. Wednesday moans out loudly, squirming slightly and just barely resisting the urge to tell Enid how good it feels or beg for more. Enid smiles warmly at Wednesday as she strokes her slowly at first and slowly building up speed.
It doesn’t take all that long before Wednesday is alerting Enid that she’s close, which makes Enid quickly remove her hand, edging Wednesday and letting her in on the morning she’s in for. “Aaaa Mommyyy!” Wednesday cries out, though Enid lets the small rule break go.
“What? You didn’t think Mommy was gonna let you cum that easily, did you? No no no, baby! You need to earn your orgasms ‘round here! Here’s the game, sweetheart! If you can take ten edges, not including this last one, then I’ll let you cum. You still wanna play, baby?” Enid smirks evilly at her submissive who stares at her wide-eyed.
Wednesday nods and says, “Yes Mommy.”
With a quick color check, that Wednesday confirms she’s still enjoying herself, Enid goes on to edge Wednesday ten times. With every denied orgasm, Wednesday is brought closer to tears until the seventh edge. Wednesday begins crying in desperate pleasure, and humping up in the air desperately.
Enid continues checking in with Wednesday and absolutely getting off to the sight of her girlfriend in such a desperate state.
Eventually, the little game ends with Wednesday’s tenth denial and the poor little seer is trembling in desperation. Enid kisses Wednesday on the lips, helping settle the raven. “Alright love. You did so good. Mommy’s gonna make you cum now, okay? Remember, only cum when I tell you to, okay? Good girl.” Enid wraps her hand around Wednesday’s penis once again, starting off slowly. As she strokes her girlfriend, Enid offers some affirming, yet humiliating remarks that she knows Wednesday loves so much, “There you go, that’s it, baby. Taking everything Mommy gives you so well. This cute little girldick of yours, so small. All it’s good for is being stroked by your Mommy, isn’t that right?” Enid speeds up a bit and Wednesday turns her head to look at her, “You’re my good little girl, Wednesday. That’s all you’re meant to be. You’re beautiful, pretty, cute. That’s right, the cutest girl in the world! No matter what your body looks like or how it acts, it doesn’t matter if you get morning wood or if you feel so horny that you can’t help but grind against Mommy. You are, always have been, and always will be the prettiest girl I have ever seen. My girl.”
Enid strokes even faster and Wednesday’s moans pick up in intensity, matching her Mommy’s hand movements. Enid smiles warmly at Wednesday and continues affirming her, “My good little girl. Mommy just loves when you’re all desperate for her like this. Just need me to stroke away all those pesky, mean old thoughts. The ones that lie to you and tell you’re anything less than the most beautiful girl in the world.” Wednesday begins whining, feeling dangerously close to the edge. “Shh, it’s okay. Mommy’s got you. You’re close? Good. Mommy wants you to count out loud down from ten. When you reach zero, cum for Mommy.”
Wednesday obeys, counting down in a shaky voice.
“T- ten.”
“Good girl.”
“Niii-iine.”
“So beautiful.”
“Eight!”
“Shh, there ya go, baby.”
“Se- se- seveeeen.”
“So good for me.”
“Sixxxx.”
“My desperate little slut.”
“Fiiiiiveeee.”
“You were only ever meant to be a girl. My good girl.”
“Four. Three. Two.”
“Come on baby! Hold it, I know you can.”
“Oneeeeee!”
“You’re almost there! Come on, pretty girl!”
“ZEROOO!!!”
“Cum for me! Cum for Mommy, slut! Oh you’re such a good girl, my good little girl. Cum for Mommy. Cover my hand in your cum. Do it, that’s it! Ohhhh, such a good fucking girl!” Enid strokes Wednesday as fast as she can, not stopping until she’s milked every last drop and bringing Wednesday to another orgasm. Wednesday starts squirming almost violently, desperately trying to escape the overstimulation.
Though Enid does stop and moves into aftercare. First cleaning up her hand and Wednesday. Then, Enid picks the raven up and carries her to the bathroom and starts the bath. The whole time, Enid praises Wednesday for doing so well and she slowly coaxes her gently out of subspace. Once the bath is prepared, Enid removes her own clothes and Wednesday’s shirt. They enter the bath together, with Enid assisting the now slightly weak seer with everything. Enid washes Wednesday carefully and slowly, the steady motions ushering Wednesday back to sleep in Enid’s arms.
Enid kisses Wednesday’s forehead and whispers, “I love you, Wends. Sleep well.”
End <3
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you make loving fun | eddie munson
eddie munson x gn reader
apparently time does not heal all wounds. at least eddie can rely on his little family to be his saving grace.
1.1k words
slight angst to fluff, established relationship, slightly older!eddie, dad!eddie, parent!reader
inspired by you make loving fun by fleetwood mac
tw - brief mentions of familial abuse, death of a parent, blood, mental illness (depression, ptsd)
a/n - this is my first time posting any of my writing online so im super nervous but i love eddie sm and have so many ideas for him so i hope at least somebody enjoys this lmao :) the events of season 4 are canon in this except eddie lived aaand there's no use of y/n or pronouns used (besides you/your, etc lol) and no physical descriptors either ! <3
When Eddie wakes, it’s with a start, his sleep-warmed body jolting in his bed. His chest heaves with adrenaline and his mind is swimming, fuzzy with sleep and the remnants of his dream, another replay of the memories he thought he’d suppressed long ago. It’s like a reel on a constant loop, playing behind his eyelids whenever he blinks, so haunting he has to sit up, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes, as if that should erase his past and all the trauma he’s accumulated over the course of his life. He has the urge to cry, guttural, heaving sobs so heavy they wrack his chest but he can’t- he won’t. Man up, Eddie, a voice that sounds suspiciously like his father gripes in the back of his mind. I didn’t raise you to be a pussy.
Eddie remembers those same words circling his brain whenever his father would drink himself violent and he’d be forced to wedge himself, trembling, into the back of his closet, when he watched his mother’s casket get lowered into the ground before he’d even hit double digits, when he was bleeding out on the cold, hard ground in an alternate dimension, gazing up into the watercolour eyes of a boy he’d sworn to protect and wondering what use those words were to him if he was six foot under himself. Man up, Eddie. I didn’t raise you to be a pussy.
Those memories hang heavy over him like an unwavering fog, some days too thick for him to even get out of bed. Those are his worst days, when he’s too grief-stricken to move, mourning the loss of the child he never got to be, the safe refuge of his uncle’s old trailer to which he can no longer return, and a Hawkins that, while so often a cruel, unforgiving mistress, provided a home for him, now cracked through the heart and uninhabitable for the likes of one Edward Munson.
But then there’s you. You - a beacon of warm, golden light in the shadow realm of his tumultuous mind, the sunshine to his storm cloud. You cut through the fog and Eddie’s okay again, like everything really was just a bad dream.
And you don’t even have to try.
The timid lull of your singing voice drifting through the crack in your bedroom door is enough to even Eddie’s trochaic heart and chase away the fog. He’s okay. He’s safe.
“I never did believe in miracles,” you croon, your tentative voice overpowered by Christine McVie’s pipes crackling through the dusty speakers of the janky radio you keep in the kitchen. But there nonetheless. “But I’ve a feeling it’s time to try.”
Any and all thoughts of his father, his mother, and the horrors that lurk beneath the surface of the town he once called his home are pushed to the back of Eddie’s subconscious and he lets himself relax. He stretches out onto your side of the bed, cold, so he knows you got up some time ago. Pools of watery morning sunlight lave over his bare torso, gently caressing his rippling scars in the same fashion that you do before you both succumb to the heavy blanket of slumber, massaging his healing ointment in for him with a care and attentiveness that he’d never really been privy to until he met you.
Your loud, boisterous laughter ricocheting off of the apartment walls is enough to pull Eddie out of bed and have him make a beeline for you. It’s as if he’s the Earth and you’re his sun, keeping him in your orbit.
And if you’re his sun, your son is his moon, having changed the tides of Eddie’s life forever.
When Eddie enters the kitchen, he’s met with a sight that, while not unfamiliar, still feels foreign to him, as if he can’t quite believe that this is his life now. To some degree, he can’t. When he was younger, and more cynical, Eddie rejected the typical white picket fence pipedream so often sold to the nation’s youth. He didn’t want that for himself or anyone involved, for fear of becoming a mirror image of his father.
But alas, here he is. Living in an apartment of his own with the love of his life and his child. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
His mother’s ring that once sat heavy on his own ring finger now envelopes yours. And he is not his father. He is not his father.
He watches from the doorway as you dance around the small kitchen with your toddler perched on your hip, your very own babbling back-up singer. There goes his trochaic heart again, though not out of fear this time, but rather, as a result of watching the two greatest loves of his life happy and at peace. He is not his father.
“Dadadadada!” His son babbles enthusiastically, clapping as he catches sight of his father. You glance over then, a bright, sunny smile gracing your beautiful face. Your warmth greets Eddie like one might an old friend, with familiarity, yet he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the way you make him feel. Happy. Fulfilled. Whole.
“Hey, buddy,” he coos at his baby, who leans towards him, tiny arms outstretched. You saunter over to Eddie so he can greet the baby as he does every lazy morning, holding him close to his chest and pressing a kiss into his dark curls. You’re still humming Fleetwood Mac under your breath as you join the cuddle, arms snaking around Eddie’s back and face disappearing into the warm crook of his neck. The flutter of your eyelashes against his skin is grounding.
“Morning, my love,” you mumble. “We were just making some breakfast.”
Eddie hums, squeezing you with his free arm, his two loves tight in his embrace where they belong. “Sounds good, baby.”
You pull away then, just a hair so you can look him in the face, still puffy from sleep, but beautiful nonetheless. There’s a hint of something in his big brown eyes, something like relief that has you furrowing your brows in a quizzical manner, “everything okay, honey?”
Eddie nods immediately, and the grin that follows is blinding, really. Everything’s okay. He’s okay. When he’s with you and the baby, his little family, how could he not be?
“Perfect, baby,”
You nod, pressing a chaste kiss to each of your boys’ cheeks, before turning back to the stove to resume breakfast. The radio is playing something else now, some bubblegum pop song Eddie doesn’t recognise, but you’re still on Fleetwood Mac, using your spatula as a makeshift microphone to serenade your husband and son.
“You, you make loving fun…”
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First off, obviously this is a WC blog so I won't go further but THANKS for the brief dunk of The Lion Guard, that's one of my biggest problems with the show. Second off, are you seeing this shit Elder Bones?! * Points at the Thunder Spoiler Thread at WCRPForums * Do try to avoid reading the posts that aren't chapters though, they're bad as usual for that site lol.
Maybe one day I'll grumble about Lion King on the side blog lmao.
Anyway... that spoiler thread. I try to take these threads with a pinch of salt, but... overall feelings are really getting negative. If I had a Vibes Barometer, the needle would be dipping out of positive right now.
We're 2 books away from the conclusion and I don't know if they have time to turn this around... and they chose to spend time traveling. It's partially a travel book, guys. Several chapters of pointless bullshit.
(Spoilers under the cut-- remember we are getting this secondhand from a spoiler thread. Some of this may turn out to be misrepresentation.)
NIGHTHEART STUFF
We start off where the preview left off. They jerk the shit out of your chain with Squirrelstar teasing but spoiler we DO got her
(CELEBRATORY SQUIRRELSTAR MUSIC)
We get a BrambleSquirrel screaming match. Please for the love of god divorce these characters, this is fucking insufferable
They also had to give Bramblestar a smug little gotcha moment where he's right about his argument, Squilf accidentally walks to SkyClan camp for the plot and it turns out that Bramblestar, the guy who was apparently supposed to have memory issues and brain fog, was right that Squilf forgot how to navigate her own territory
Im dead serious she like... accidentally walked to SkyClan.
This is a clever literary trick called bad writing <3
While they're there, Nightheart says, "HEY WASNT THERE A MEDIATOR THINGY? ISNT HE SUPPOSED TO SOLVE DISPUTES?"
*I look directly into the camera. Right at you. Reader I am glimpsing across the magical threads of the internet, directly into your soul.*
Leafstar
says
"I Forgor"
if this thread is to be believed. Then the canonical explanation for why Tree was not mediating up to this point. Is because every single cat around the lake. Including the geniuses who came up with a unique role JUST for the specialest little boy. Just fucking forgot about him.
(bestselling young adult series)
Do I laugh? Do I cry?
I think im unlocking the emotion that those lizards who shoot blood from their eyes feel just before a squirt
Anyway
There is also an absurd amount of Bramblestar winking at Nightheart and teasing him about his new mate and reminding the audience about how much Nightheart wuvs him. This is probably supposed to be charming?
it just feels unsettling, ngl.
It's even more Bramble Worship than normal, like the writer is trying really hard to stress how cool and awesome their special boy is :D and how dumb and mean his wife is >:( and it's so fucking forced.
They pad the book by having it be cloudy so that StarClan doesn't show up the first time they try to do the Squirrelstar thing
I kept thinking, "What if this wasn't a willing abdication?? What if the Clan didn't have a second chance to do this?? What if this was Nightstar 2 all over again and she died of plot convenience before coming back?! This dumbfuck system has fixed NOTHING"
Plumstone and Dewnose have a moment where they antagonize Nightheart over the fact he was chosen to accompany Squilf and Bramble to the Moonpool, because he just got back and it's not fair
And you know what? They're right actually
Nightheart huffs that Squilf was giving him a Chance To Prove Himself but he doesn't fucking get it! His whole life's been nothing but chances he threw tantrums about being offered or blew up through wrecklessness, like a spoiled brat nepobaby, and he keeps getting more and more
Meanwhile Plumstone here has been in the background just being this consistently steady warrior, and has never gotten a chance to shine
He also has a moment where he whines about Sparkpelt and Finchlight being mean to him in the past when Sunbeam shares they've been super nice to her.
Sunbeam offers that they're probably trying to make up for it and he agrees.
Folks. I REALLY. REALLY HOPE. That this ends with Sunbeam telling him, "Nightheart, you are the problem. They've treated me like Kin, and they treat their Kin well. Do YOU?"
Anyway something happens and suddenly Nightheart's on the trip with Frostpaw.
The rest of his chapters so far (at time of writing the spoiler thread is at chapter 14-ish) are traveling chapters.
The traveling chapters suck diet discount dick. They look like they were rejected submissions for the various travel shenanigans that happened in Riverstar's Home.
For me, this is the most disappointing part of the Thunder Spoiler Thread. I love Nightheart because I really like the idea of him learning to grow, consider his actions, and realize that he's actually been very loved in his life.
I like the impulsive Nightheart from Book 1 who doesn't know what's wrong with himself, shooting down every attempt others make to bond with him, making shocking descisions that frustrate the entire Clan and not realizing how much he gets away with. I hoped that maybe, just maybe, the writing could be a little clever for once.
But, no. On this trip he's still whining to Frostpaw about how his family "wanted him to be like Firestar" and this is treated as something Frostpaw is able to bond with him about, somehow, because Curlfeather wanted her to be a Medcat??? And now she's choosing to be a Medcat again anyway????
FROSTPAW STUFF
WC Writing Team: "Everyone is super invested in Frostpaw's story where she learns to choose her own path! Especially the idea that she chose to not be a medcat of her own will and made a brave choice for herself! Lets fix that"
Literally, I guess lol
Smoky Cameo. Fuck Smoky. I hate this character and I hate seeing his deadbeat ass.
Gotta love how Daisy's one major role in ASC so far has been to be a source of negative emotions for Nightheart, but Smoky gets to be the new Barley with a cutesy barn rest stop.
He calls for a human to come get Frostpaw because she's got wounds.
Like. Cat MEOW MEOW calling. And this summons... a magic vet?
She has the world's fastest field surgery, as if she's some kind of endangered wild leopard and a top-notch vet staff rolled out of a research truck.
They even inject her, by hand, with tranquilizer. Who the fuck carries cat tranquilizer around?
Is this barn in the back of a fucking vet office???
Does this universe have roving surgical vans that drive around and play music like an ice cream truck, waiting for cats to call them over?????
Frostpaw wakes up back in the barn
But now her neck wound is fixed and she's spayed.
She looks down at the fresh cut on her abdomen and is like "what's this"
Smoky: "dont worry abt it"
If Frostpaw is okay with being sterilized, this will be the first time in the series that a cat being fixed will be seen as a good thing
Which, irl, it is. To be clear. Spay and neuter your animals
But dudes, this is really massively unsettling me. It seems like she doesn't know what has been done to her. This has never been treated as a positive thing in this series before. In the last book she was talking about the sort of life she would like to live
Once again she has been stripped of her own choices in a massive way
And if Smoky apparently lives so close to a vet that they just come when he calls,
I have so many questions im losing my marbles
Why is Smoky not neutered
Why were none of his 3, possibly 4 wives spayed
Why are his kids not fixed
Why were his kits with Floss taken "when they were too young to even open their eyes" back in TNP if their humans are so loving and educated
SO EDUCATED THEY WALK AROUND WITH CAT TRANQUILIZER
Anyway through the power of the writers not caring anymore, Frostpaw can now talk to StarClan whenever she wants.
They have magically bestowed a connection onto her.
This is apparently something they can just do now. Maybe it's tied to near-death experiences or the vet or something
Remember Shadowsight having a whole thing about this at the end of TBC?
Remember Mothwing and how upsetting it was to have no connection to them and how finding Willowpaw was a big thing in TNP?
Yeah apparently they could just do this whenever. Sorry.
Frostpaw is just cool with this because fuck the last book where she found out she likes being a warrior
Agency? What's THAT
It's not ok if your mom encourages you to be a doctor nun, but StarClan rips your organs out and forces you to be their mouthpiece and that's peachy-fucking-keen.
Then she goes traveling for several chapters i want to commit crime
Riverstar does the usual alarmist moaning, "ooooouuugh this newest crisis could destroy riverclan!!! Oooooooooooooouuououou it's for real this time!!!!"
Everything's gonna destroy the clans. A light breeze has just reduced ThunderClan to rubble. A beetle has landed gently upon Harestar's nose, 34 dead 25,430 injured
Girl help frostpaw is being followed by clickbait headline ghosts
And, also, for no good reason, the ghosts can't just answer a question. Why? Who fucking knows. Never explained. They can summon Frostpaw into a Ghost Zoom Call whenever they want now, but they're forbidden from revealing anything useful.
Average autistic experience with zoom calls though, can confirm, that is what every zoom call ive ever been in was like.
Im serious though, she tries to ask Reed who killed him, he just says no i cant :(
She tries to ask where her mom is. They don't tell her she's downstairs.
Riverstar says nothing useful
I have never been more frustrated with StarClan as a plot device. This is actually fucking insufferable.
They're annoying enough when they send vague signs and prophecies that amount to nothing, but now they can pop up like shitty unskippable cutscenes and STILL add nothing of value to the plot
Something I was ENJOYING was how much more grounded ASC was compared to previous arcs, and that StarClan was back to being difficult to access directly. Gone. Goodbye.
SUNBEAM STUFF
The highlight of the book everyone leave me alone i need to speak directly to sunbeam
I like how she's finding more reasons than just Nightheart to stay in ThunderClan, but is also struggling with the shift in culture
It's in a Sunbeam chapter that we FINALLY get Squilfstar. Everyone say Thank You Sunbeam
If you even LOOK at the Sunbeam wrong I will smash you to death with my hooves
For once it actually feels like we're using the cast in ThunderClan. Cherryfall, Dewnose, Plumstone, Myrtlebloom, Bayshine, Finchlight, Sparkpelt, and Lionblaze all get some significant little lines to add to this.
In particular I like Cherryfall throwing a bit of a fit about being a senior warrior and acting high and mighty, which Sunbeam immediately dislikes because ShadowClan doesn't do as much posturing. It's fun to see how she percieves ThunderClan cats.
I have a softness for these sorts of stories though, to be fair. The idea of moving to a new place and having to adjust.
It's also neat that she's growing frustrated with how Nightheart has now ditched her THRICE.
Girl please steal his family and dump him.
Be a legend. Marry his sister. It would make you the queen of pettiness you would become my favorite forever
Ivypool's exams are also pretty neat, they all test teamwork abilities. I'm going to be happy when I finally get to read them in full, if nothing else, these trials have been delightful to see.
Anyway the next emergency gathering comes up and it descends into an argument
Dovewing gets to yell at Ivypool and tell her to back off <3 "You're not going to manipulate my mate through me, screw you"
Tigerheartstar and the other leaders eventually agree to meet with the mediator off-screen because the writers don't feel like showing us Tree's madd skillz which definitely justify having this unique role that we completely forgot about until just now
It doesn't accomplish anything meaningful because they only acknowledged the mediator role to make the fans stop complaining
Tigerheartstar agrees to not station more warriors in RiverClan territory but nothing else. Waow.
aaand Berryheart's planning something and Sparrowtail, Sunbeam's father, accidentally spills the beans to his daughter. I like this because I have always imagined him as a himbo
so... yeah. It's not looking great. I'm not having a good time in this spoiler thread. I am hoping that a fair amount of it is misrepresentation, because if it's what the leaker says it is, I'm not going to be a happy camper
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𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊
𝑷𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓
Warning: 18+ Minors DNI. Hate sex, exes to lovers, mean Dom! Rindou (at first ), lover boy Rinrin, reader is a bitch lol, manipulation, rough sex, slight angst, jealousy...
Summary : you were only supposed to use Rindou to get some informations you needed, but what if you fell in the lures of your own game ?
This is one of the shittiest, most rushed up things I wrote. It just came to my head in a whim and I needed to write it ( now you all know my impulses, I guess)
-" The fuck you're doin' here ?"
You didn't even flinched when Rindou's face materialized behind you through the mirror, you only restrained a smirk not to ruin the gloss you were applying in the restroom.
-" this is called lipgloss, Rin'. "
-" That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it. " His voice was deeper than ever, invisible bullets of his dark glare lacerating your back. " And you better not call me that ".
When once upon a time his order would have made you submit, it only made your smile widen, you put your lipstick down and turned around, getting closer to your ex.
Rindou remained made of stone, despite hating his body's undead old reaction everytime you were close. That one single ectopic heartbeat almost made him want to push away your face that was only inches away from his, while you tiptoed to be on his level.
-" Oh yeah ?"
He didn't answered, only looking disdainfully at you through his lashes.
-" I remember you loved to have me screaming that name ".
A sarcastic laughter left his mouth, he shook his head from left to right.
-" Get over yourself already. And leave the fuck outta here. Unlike me, Mikey wouldn't mind putting a bullet though this " his fingers reached for your temple. " This pretty skull of yours. "
- " You see, Rin'... "
Rindou suppressed the urge to push away your palms that gently cupped his cheeks, your eyes on him were showering him under dozens of unsaid praises, he would allow himself one more second, one more second leaning in your touch.
-" You still care about me after all the shits I've done ".
-" Not wanting to see your brain splattered on the floor doesn't mean I care about you"
The invisible fog of offense behind your confident eyes didn't go unnoticed by him, yet it was chased awah rather fastly by a brighter smile.
-" I don't think your toy for the night would agree. She seemed like she would've crushed my skull anytime, well, if she could " you snorted, as soon as you mentioned her, Rindou's lips curled slightly before he pushed your hands away from him.
-" So all those stares you were sending back there " he gestured toward the event's room, outside the bathroom. " Were jealousy stares... "
Although having shared your life for months and months, he still could not tell if the sight of your sarcastic laughter were one to die for, or one that should make him pull the trigger on you.
-" Oh Rin', oh baby... She has nothing on me."
As Rindou Haitani has always been too good at reversing mirrors, he towered above you with a single step, coating you in his intimidating shadow. You chased away a shiver, closing your eyes when his lips brushed against your ears, hearts and chests almost melting on each other.
-" She has me. " You could practically feel the smile on his lips, and in the end you weren't wrong, all night long thinking he only kept that poor thing by his side to test your limits.
Your eyes fell on him in a daggers-shower, though footprints of a smile were left on your lips, challenges were burning in your gaze.
-" She might have you now, but I had you first. You can't erase this. "
-" yeah that's very mature of you ".
You despised the eccentric laughter to escape his mouth after that, Rindou went to walk away, until your hand reached his arm to stop him in his track. Rindou refused flatly to even let his eyes wander over you or your face, knowing damn too well they would get lost on that same old landscape. Instead, he just listened to the words you uttered.
-" I see you taking her everywhere we used to go, Rin'. You're using the poor girl as a rebound, pacify her and let her go, admit you still... have feelings for me. "
Your statement was met by a raised eyebrow from him.
-" Bold of you to think I didn't got over you yet." He simply answered, and though he was right, that you could never be so sure whether he forgot about you or not, you decided to walk on the thin line.
Your hand on his arm reached for his hand, almost intertwining your fingers together, his eyes fell on the gesture you used to do so often with an unreadable expression.
-" you can pretend all you want, but you can't stay away from me. "
Those purple eyes met yours halfway, making you gulp down once his hand squeezed your cheeks together, lifting your head slightly.
-" You chose to be a bitch. " He started, and watched you taking his cruel words with an everlasting stare, you deserved them. " You dated me to steal the contract from Koko, and you did. I've had my fair share of your body, guess we're through now, get over it. "
The painful pressure he was applying to your face left place to a cold nothing as he began walking away, leaving you crestfallen in that restroom, until he stopped,his back facing you.
-" Your boss's prolly proud 'f ya, I don't expect you to regret your decision. So don't expect me to care. "
To be honest, dating Rindou Haitani was supposed to be an easy cross on your to do list. Your boss needed a snitch inside the Bonten to win some business contract, and he had your pretty face as an ace up his sleeve.
The plan worked like a charm. Whilst Rindou Haitani was falling under your charm. And although they told you he was not one to let his guards down, something about you, about how you always seemed so out of reach even in between his arms had him lingering longer than he ever did in your bed.
Your ego was a fog blinding you, and soon ended up suffocating you. Yes, you earned that deal, and choked on your own self esteem.
And you hit the wall too late, the minute that fog of an ego dissipated after seeing that other woman in Rindou's arms tonight at the dinner.
You've been hearing he moved on, but refused to believe...
Unfortunately, you were not one to take a loss, and he should've known it by then...
And fate often played your game too much for your own good, maybe that was the reason why you believed everything's easier when it comes to you.
Maybe that was what got you in Rindou's apartment, later that night, staring from the floor to ceiling windows at the man you loved, parking his fancy car and getting out. Alone.
Another smile painted your lips, a true one this time.
You knew you'd haunt the corners in his head, longer for anyone to even share his bed.
As soon as he opened his door, Rindou flashed his gun in a striking speed. His sharp senses immediately detected a presence, then he just cursed under his breath recognizing you.
-" Okay first of all, fuck you" he blew out some air, throwing his gun on the couch and closing the door behind him. " And secondly, you're one kind of a psychopath, how did you get in ?"
He would've waited for you to go on insulting him too, but surely not to throw the spare keys he gave you on the couch and to get closer to him, an unreadable expression on your face.
-" I knew you wouldn't take her home. "
There was something about the moonlight, it seemed. That night, he was seeing you under a whole new light, new insecurities and ghosts haunting those features he had, he confesses, loved so much.
-" She has plans for tomorrow, early in the morning".
Lie. But Rindou would rather ache the lack of a heart in his chest all his life, than ever admit that his beating piece of muscle and blood was hidden somewhere between your lies and your truths.
Yet it was you. You riding your whirlwind of emotions, you and your insidious seeds trailing forests of fresh air in his stone cold heart. It was you skating on melting ice, lighting matches.
It was you getting even closer to him, until you had to raise your head to lock eyes with him.
-" I knew you wouldn't take her home. " You whispered this time, in a quivering voice.
And for the first time, behind those thorns you put between you and the world, he saw the roses. The red, fragile, bloody roses to your sharp edges and thorns.
To say his heart wasn't beating faster would be a greater lie, there was so much emotions painting your face that he could spend days writing them down, yet he tried remaining of stone.
-" if you say so. Now leave. "
Yet another stab to your heart again, from his careless tongue and you knew, some more and you were long gone.
Choking on your own thoughts, you closed your eyes and released those restrained words faster than you would've expected them to.
-" I do regret. "
And when you expected it the least, a touch floated against your lashes, forcing you to open your eyes and meet the lavender ones of your ex, his hands cupping your cheeks. He wanted you to say it on his face.
-" it's my fault, I'm the one who ruined us. And i did it so many times for business, but I swear to you, Rin' I promise it's the first time I'm regretting-"
-" Shut the fuck up. " He commanded,releasing your face, tone starting to get rougher.
Heart starting to get softer.
Wasn't it crazy? After getting soaked in all types of bloods, after taking all sizes of bullets, seeing his guards faltering again from some words out of a pretty mouth ?
-" No I won't ! " The way your voice rose earned you an intimidating look from him, making you gulp down. " If I could do it all over-"
-" You're just making sure I'm not getting over you, 'cause you're jealous. "
-" I'm not. " It was your turn to grow on the defensive, and it was his turn to stop you from running away a hand on your lower back to keep you close.
-" cause you're a mess."
-" Rin, stop. " You warned, but a smirk was growing on his face, seeing the scars of his words behind your eyes.
-" Cause you're none but a fucked up, sad bitch with too little self esteem to think someone could ever stay long with you. So you leave first-"
-" Shut the fuck up !"
And in a second, the roles were reversed again, and Rindou successfully got under your skin, you were sure he knew, by the way you were panting and he was grinning.
That hand on your lower back began going down, whilst his other hand found the back of your neck to have his fleshy lips brushing against yours with each whispered word, forehead resting on yours.
-" So you're right, love. She has nothing on you. That might just be why I want her. Unlike you, she never left my side. "
And just as suddenly, your words found your mouth again, your eyes found his again.
-" But I never left your head. "
-" No. "
Because deep there, he could not deny your fever, hide your infecting presence everywhere inside him.
-" No, you never did. " He admitted in a breath, knee brushing between your legs, stealing a shaky breath from you.
And just like the first falling leafs after a hot summer, just as Insidiously, what started as a heated argument ended up with a battle of desires, your two bodies gravitating toward each other without never colliding.
-" That's gonna be different " his husky voice warned, Rindou was caught in a haze, split in two between his resolve and your scent dominating his senses.
-" I'm not gonna go any softer on ya " he added, rubbing his knee right between your thighs against your underwear, your bit your lips and your arms instantly found the back of his neck.
-" I don't care, Rin'. Whatever you'll give, I deserve. Don't be gentle, bruises can heal. "
See, holding into you was the burning coal in Rindou's hands, letting go surely could heal the burn, and he tells himself everytime he would let go.
This time, he would let go.
-" I fuckin' hate you. " Tasting Rindou's lips again felt like coming out for fresh air.
Next time, he would let go. Maybe.
And he didn't lied, when he said he wouldn't be any softer. Just his lips against yours were a pace you struggled to keep, his hands soon lifted your thighs to have you pressed against the wall, not even bothering to take off your dress and ripping the fabric instead.
-" I loved this dress" you whispered against his lips, out of breath, before he held your throat firmly and shushed you by sweet rolls of his thumb on your now unclothed cunt.
-" You prolly only bought it so I could take it off, shut it down now. "
-" You don't get to- Uh god !"
He stole the words from you, inserting a finger roughly between your tight walls and grunting as they clothed him in.
-" So damn wet " he brought his fingers to his mouth, bored eyes on yours before releasing them with a lourd pop. " Likes being treated like a whore, dontcha ?"
-" Fuck you. " You hardly uttered, his fingers back to scissoring inside you, yet your words had him frowning, stopping any of his movements, a glare on his face that, honestly had you scared.
-" Now repeat that for me, would ya, baby ?"
And although you shouldn't, you really shouldn't...
-" Fuck you, Rindou Haitani. "
Again, it was just you, lighting matches, walking on thin lines.
It was just you, bent over the table, crying out loud while Rindou's fat cock was bullying your cervix with each thrust, hands holding your hips in a bruising grip.
-" Pussy so tight, why'd you have to always ruin it with your mouth, hm ?"
-" Slow... Slow down, shit, Rin "you struggled, flesh burning each time the table rubbed against you abdomen with his length buried deep inside you. Rindou pulled your hair back, drawing whimpers out of you and making you face him.
Those teary bright eyes, those pouty lips made his cock throb, made his heart beat.
-" Shhh, I know you can take it. I know my bitch can take me. Now shut up b'fore I gag those cute lips of yours. "
Too fastly, you were losing count of seconds, and count of times you came around his length, yet he didn't came once. Rindou seemed fueled by an unextinguishable fire, and he was.
He was fueled by months of stolen heart beats and sleepless nights thinking about you, while you were out there planning to take them down.
-"shit , been missin' this addictive pussy. " His hand cupped your cheek to force your eyes on his. "Eyes on me. Been looking for this pretty face everywhere. "
-" Rin, please... Can't take no fucking more " you sobbed, biting your hand overwhelmed by equal pain and pleasure.
Rindou leaned over, placing gentle kisses on your neck that ironically goes well with the animalistic pace of his hips against yours.
-" does that filthy-goddamn... Mouth of yours know nothing other than lies? Look how tight you're clenching 'round me, baby. You're getting my cock so wet."
With a hand on your chest, he pressed your back against his torso, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
-" things are about t'change, love. "
That out of breath, husky voice was filled by nothing but dark promises.
And to think he was gently kissing your neck, calling you baby, when he was giving all his guts into splitting you in half on his shaft.
-" got a bad girl and was treating her too good, now daddy's gotta make you his perfect lil doll, yeah ? Dick this pussy 'til you learn your lessons. "
Not like he would even let you think about working with that boss again. Didn't you came there by your own will, after all ? So sacrifices, he would make you go through, if you really wanted him.
-" it's alright, t's okay, you not gonna blame me for loving my baby just too much, are ya now ?"
Could it be his thrusts bringing you closer to yet another relentless high ? Or his words ? None of them, or both of them had you stupidly nodding your head.
And could it be your unusual obedience, or just you, your face looking at him, your heart beating under his hands, none, or both had him kissing you, fiercely, passionately, hatefully, forcefully until breathing you in, high on your love and drunk on the pain.
In the end, to fight the love is to feed it. Rindou gets it now, with your body laying limp on his strong arms. Wearing proudly those bruises he got from boxing your thoughts with no gloves, that exactly is how it felt like to resist a feeling.
-" Jus' be a good girl for me, and I give you my fucking word ain't never gonna see me with another bitch, yeah ?"
Unfortunately, some bruises just don't need bandaids.
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got tagged by my beloved @sillyfairygarden for the "list 5 songs you have on repeat" ask game :]
Forever by Noah Kahan which has been playing on loop in my brain for the past four days straight while i worked on my latest fic, which pulls some of the lyrics for its title!! Admittedly this song isn't my favorite by him, im more of a Paul Revere girlie, but i utterly adore the chorus and it massages my brain each time i hear it :]
Spectator by Friday Pilots Club which has like. THE dirtiest bass line ive heard in a while and also includes one of my magical earworm chord transitions in the chorus. Like holy shit. My brain is melting in the BEST of ways and ive been looping it whenever i want to feel action-y without actually thinking
On a much lighter musical note ive been listening a lot to Arboretum by Sparkbird since it first came out like two weeks ago, which like, shout out to the anon who introduced me to him im so hooked now. Im utterly obsessed with the different tempos and times meshed together in this song so seamlessly, and the lyrics are like POETRY (this song has also made it to my scarian playlist LOL the lyrics are so top tier for them imo)
. dont look at me but this is my number one song to loop when i need to get shit done and want an insanely catchy tune to do it with anyway go listen to Vending Machine of Love by The Stupendium i promise you it is so so funny and so so worth it (and full of INSANE wordplay too) (also it IS suggestive so keep that in mind if u go to listen)
This list would not be complete by me without a City and Colour song so i offer up The Love Still Held Me Near, which is SO GORGEOUS and constantly makes me think of lighthouses and fog and crashing seas.... this is my go-to loop for his songs rn its so full of life and energy while still feeling melancholy in a gorgeously aching way im OBSESSED OKAY GO LISTEN YOU WANNA LISTEN TO THIS SOOOO BAD GO GO GO ‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥
Okay i am tagginggggg.... @squish--squash @corvidaearts @cocoabats @emberglowfox @raichett :]
#shouting speaks#ask games#kinda???#dkdjsjdndnd#anyway i could have put so much more but thats what im looping atm >:] it changes p frequently#i get songs stuck in my head REALLY easily so i end up having to loop them a lot to get it out of my system DKNDKSNDND#drop me an ask if you listen to any of these songs and enjoyed them :D#txt
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Hi! Sorry if this has been asked before, but I saw you said you have PCOS and are on T, can I ask about your experiences with the changes and what to expect? (I also have PCOS and want to start T soon! Its been funny reading about some of the early changes on T and being like...oh I've already had that for a while lol)
I’d love to rant about it! It depends on how high your T levels were before testosterone, really. They’ll take blood tests right before they prescribe you hrt. That way your dosage isn’t too high. Too high of a dose could cause blood issues and wacky shit, I was near the higher end of the range considered “normal” for cis women so I only need to take .25 mg each week.
A lot of the effects on T are stuff you probably already have. Hairy ass, acne, even weight distribution. Pcos folks are said to have an “apple” shaped body. That’s just testosterones weight redistribution working it’s magic!
Lots of stuff did change, though! My voice got deeper very quickly! From what I’ve seen, it takes months for other trans dudes voice to drop but mine dropped within 3 weeks. Facial hair grew in darker around that same time too. I’m already growing a shitty beard 7 weeks in! Essentially, from the looks of it, my transition timeline is gonna be a lot shorter than other trans dudes.
In a way, it’s like my body was waiting for that extra push of testosterone. Like Pcos was this puberty limbo. My cystic acne has decreased. My joint pain has all but disappeared. Brain fog is gone too! Now I can’t be sure if it’s my pcos being treated or my dysphoria, but either way, it’s improved my life tenfold!
I can’t guarantee all this will happen to you of course, so let me know how your experience differs once you start! Good luck on your transition homie! Stay safe and enjoy the ride!
#I love talking pcos#it’s so stigmatized#hate the way some trans dudes talk about t affects#they come off as ableist lowkey#eww t makes you hairy and acne ridden#so does pcos asshole tell me how you really feel
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Oops Chapter Six: I'm Literally Just Going To Cry At This Point
Series Masterlist
Pairing: ex!rooster x afab!reader, best friend!jake x afab!reader
TW: angst, pregnancy, I think thats it
Summary: Bradley goes to your doctors appointment with you.
Word Count:2.7k
A/N: I used two gifs this time bc i couldn’t decide lol
Jake pulls up to the doctor's office and your eyebrows shoot up when you see Bradley already outside, leaning against the bronco. You half expected him to forget, you certainly didn't expect him to be here early.
Jake parks and the two of you walk up to Bradley as he stands up straight. He gives the man a short nod with his arms crossed, still unhappy with the situation. You had to have a talk with him and forced him to promise he'll be civil for your sake.
Your belly has really popped the last week, now sticking out noticeably more. Bradley thinks it might just be the most attractive you've ever been, and that's saying something. You stop and peer up at him with a quirked eyebrow and he smiles down at you.
"How long have you been here?" You ask and he looks at his watch.
"I don't know, maybe twenty minutes? I didn't want to risk being late." He explains and you can't help the way your stomach does a flip. He's off to a good start, maybe this will work out.
You nod your head toward the building and sigh. "We should get checked in."
The three of you wait patiently for your name to be called and you can only imagine what people are thinking as you sit between the two men. You're sure it looks odd, being heavily pregnant at the doctor's office with more than one man.
Your knee bounces rapidly as you chew on your fingers, the nerves clearly getting the best of you. You're surprised when Bradley's large hand rests on your leg, the heat radiating off his skin and the weight instantly soothing you. You give him a small smile that he returns and you swear Jake rolls his eyes in your peripheral.
It's not much longer before a nurse calls you back, and you awkwardly try to maneuver your way out of the stiff seat. Bradleys offers you his hands and you take them graciously, allowing him to pull you up to your feet.
"I'll wait here." Jake nods and you give him a quick kiss on the cheek before walking through the door to the back of the office. You and Bradley follow the woman to a room where she takes all your vitals and asks questions before telling you the doctor will be in shortly.
The silence between you and Bradley isn't heavy or awkward the way you expected, and it's almost off-putting how normal this all feels.
"How have you been feeling?" He asks suddenly and you look up at him, taken aback.
"Um, okay mostly. Morning sickness has passed, but my back always hurts and my brain doesn't work for shit. I tried to unlock the house door with my key fob the other day." You answer and he chuckles.
"Must mean the baby is taking all of your smarts. Maybe they'll be a genius." He jokes and you smile lightly. "Yeah maybe."
The conversation is cut short when the door opens and the doctor walks in. She seems confused upon seeing Bradley and you take it upon yourself to explain.
"This is the father. The man with me last time was just a good friend." You say and she smiles.
"Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Dr. Wright." She introduces herself while sticking a hand out and Bradley shakes it.
"Bradley." He retorts and she nods before turning to you.
"Any new symptoms?" She asks and you shrug.
"Not really. Just some back pain and brain fog. Other than that I feel pretty normal." You answer and she types it into her computer.
"Well, that's normal. Especially for this stage in pregnancy." She explains and you notice her frown slightly as she looks you over. "You've really grown since I last saw you." She observes and you grin.
"Yeah, it really just happened this past week. One day I was barely showing and the next thing I knew it was like I stuck a balloon under my shirt."
She nods slowly and Bradley doesn't like it. She looks concerned and it makes his heart rate speed up, but he doesn't say anything.
"Alright, well let's take you back to the ultrasound room and take a look shall we?" She suggests and you hop down onto your feet. It's a short walk and Bradley takes in the room. It's dark and there's a TV on the wall. Suddenly, it all feels very real.
Up until this point, even seeing you grow, it still felt like a fever dream. Being here now, it hits him like a train that you're really having his baby. He watches as you lay back on the table and lift your shirt. The doctor squeezes jelly onto your stomach and presses the fetal monitor into your skin.
Bradley sees it pop up on the screen and feels like throwing up. Whether it's from fear or excitement, he doesn't know. Probably a combination of both.
"Are you excited to find out what you're having?" She asks and you glance over at her with a nod. "Are you hoping for one or the other?"
You shake your head slightly and Bradley squeezes your hand. "As long as they're healthy that's all I care about." You respond and she smiles.
"That's a good way of looking at it."
She moves the wand around a bit and Bradley swears the world stops turning when the baby pops up on the screen. The sound of his child's heartbeat fills his ears and against his will, his eyes start stinging with tears. They look so big, with little arms and legs that kick around and a side profile that he swears matches yours.
The doctor takes some measurements and you watch the screen completely mesmerized. She moves the wand a bit and you and Bradley both snap your heads to look at her when she gasps lightly.
You're just about to ask what's wrong when Bradley beats you to it, concern lacing his voice. "Is everything okay?"
She nods just barely and starts moving around again, seemingly looking for something. "Well you two, I'm not sure how we missed this but it looks like you're having twins." She says and your ears start ringing as soon as you process the words.
You vaguely feel Bradley go stiff next to you and everything goes fuzzy for a few minutes. Twins? You shake your head while turning to face her, thinking surely she's joking.
"No, that can't be right. Check again." You say and she chuckles lightly.
You and Bradley watch silently as she shows you on the screen. There are very clearly two babies and two heartbeats, there's no denying it. You feel the blood drain from your face and if you weren't laying down, you'd probably pass out.
Bradley isn't doing much better, his breathing ragged and face devoid of all color. You're brought back into your body when you hear her voice again.
"Would you like to know the sex?" She offers and your chin dips just enough to give her a silent confirmation. She starts searching again and you can feel Bradley staring at the side of your face.
"Okay," She starts. "Baby number one is a boy!" She exclaims and you wish you could feel excited, but all you can feel is terror coursing through you.
There's a beat before she speaks again. "And baby number two is a….girl! Looks like you get the best of both worlds."
You try to give her a smile but it comes out more of a grimace as you try to wrap your head around having a son and a daughter. You barely register her wiping the gel off and Bradley takes the photos from her as you stare off into space.
The walk back to the front office feels like years and the second you step through the door, Jake is on his feet. He frowns when he notices both of you look like you just saw a ghost and takes a step closer.
"Is everything okay?" He asks, eyes darting between the two of you. Neither of you responds, Bradley opting to just hand the sonogram to Jake.
He takes it with confusion written on his face and his eyes scan over the image. It takes him a second, but his eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when he sees it. Baby A and Baby B.
He looks back up, trying to figure out if you're serious, and laughs in disbelief. "You're fucking with me." He breathes and you slowly shake your head no. The three of you stand there for a second, trying to grasp the reality of the situation before walking back to the cars.
You turn to face Bradley at the bronco and he just stares into your eyes. "Maybe I should come over tonight so we can talk." He suggests and you heave a breath.
"Yeah, that might be a good idea." You agree and he kisses your forehead before getting into his truck. Jake leads you away and helps you up before rounding the front and climbing in next to you.
He watches you intently, trying to get a read on your emotions before speaking. "How are you feeling?" He asks and you blink slowly before turning to him.
"Shocked. Scared shitless." You answer and he nods in understanding.
"Yeah, I think that's to be expected. Are you happy?" He questions and you give a half-shrug.
"I will be. I mean no point in being upset, there's nothing I can do about it. I just need time to process the fact I have to shoot out two babies now instead of one." You respond and he laughs loudly.
"That's what you're thinking about right now?" He grins and you throw your hands up.
"I mean, yeah! That and the fact it's going to be twice the shitty diapers, twice the late-night feedings, not to mention twice as expensive! Don't even get me started on two proms, two cars, two coll-" Jake cuts off your rambling with a gentle hand on your shoulder and you look at him with wild eyes.
"Don't worry about all that right now. Just worry about taking care of the three of you." He tells you gently and you take a deep breath. Your eyes go wide again and Jake's eyebrows pinch together.
"What?" He presses and you run a hand through your hair.
"There's going to be two more Bradshaws." You whisper and Jake fights back a laugh.
"Let's get you home. I think you need to decompress with a bath or something." He suggests and he takes your silence as agreement.
The ride back is quiet, you're too lost in your thoughts to have a conversation. Bradley was barely on board for one baby, what if he decides he wants out again now that there are two? The thought makes your stomach turn. Doing this alone with one was going to be hard enough, but two? You might as well check yourself into the psych ward now.
Jake pulls up to your house and you climb out slowly, turning to say goodbye before walking up to your front door. You've barely had time to change into comfier clothes when the doorbell rings and you waddle to see who it is.
Bradley is on your porch holding a bag of Chinese food with a faint smile. "Want some company?" He asks softly and you nod before stepping aside to let him in. He splays the food out on your coffee table and the two of you sit back on the couch in awkward silence.
"So.." He begins and you close your eyes, bracing for the inevitable. "Let's clear up one thing. This doesn't change anything. I still want to be a part of this. Maybe even more so now that we're going to have two kids." He states and you breathe a sigh of relief as tears flood your lash line.
"Thank fucking God. I have no idea how I would do this alone." You sniffle and his features soften. "This doesn't mean you're off the hook though. You still have to earn my trust."
You point your finger sharply and he sighs with a small nod. "I know. Whatever you need, I'm here. I promise."
You eye him warily and try to lean forward to grab your food before huffing and flopping back on the couch. Bradley stifles a grin and reaches forward to hand it to you.
"I'm only halfway through. I'm going to look like a beached whale by the end of this." You complain and he smirks to himself.
"A very pretty beached whale though." He adds and you glare at him.
"Watch it." You try to threaten but both of you can tell there's no real malice behind your words.
It's silent for a few minutes as the two of you eat before he speaks up again. "I hope she looks like you." He murmurs and you barely catch it. When you finally understand what he said, your heart swells in your chest.
"Me too, because I'm sure he's coming out with a stupid pornstache and aviators." You quip and Bradley feigns offense.
"Hey! That's not nice." He teases and you shrug.
"Blame it on the hormones." You retort and his shoulders shake with a silent laugh.
He stays for a while before finally deciding to call it a night around 9. He can tell you're tired and he doesn't want to keep you up.
"Do you need help getting ready for bed?" He offers and you smile softly at the sweet gesture.
"I'm okay. Let me walk you out." He follows silently as you lead him to the front door and turn around to face him.
He drops to his knees and you're about to ask what the hell he's doing when his large palms cover your stomach and he leans forward to give it a kiss. You feel a tear roll down your face at the way his eyes light up and curse yourself. Damn pregnancy and its uncontrollable mood swings.
He stands slowly and his hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb gently swiping away the salty droplet.
"Hey, we're going to be okay. We'll figure it out together." He whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. You take a shaky breath and give a small nod as your eyes flutter closed.
"I'm scared." You whimper and his hold on you tightens.
"I know, sweetheart. Me too, but we can be scared together." He comforts and you wrap your arms around him the best you can.
"Please don't leave again." You cry into his chest and Bradley feels his heart shatter. He closes his eyes tightly, scolding himself for walking away in the first place.
"Never." He assures you, and you pull back to wipe your eyes.
He stares down at you for a few seconds before taking a step back. "Are you going to be okay?" He asks and you nod weakly. "I'll be fine. "
He debates arguing before deciding it's probably not his best option. He looks at you once last time and gives your belly a fist bump before turning on his heels and leaving. He can't help the nagging feeling in his chest that it's the wrong decision. Every cell in his body is screaming to turn around and insist on staying, but he keeps walking forward.
You watch through the window as Bradley climbs into the bronco before heading upstairs to go to bed. Part of you wanted him to stay, but you know it's not a good idea right now. Things are still rocky and you don't want him getting the wrong idea.
Meanwhile, Bradley sits in his truck for several minutes running through everything in his mind. He pulls out his phone and searches for a certain contact before hitting the call button. It rings a few times before he hears a voice on the other end.
"Hello?" There's clear concern and confusion in the voice and Bradley sighs.
"Hey, Mav. Can I come over?"
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Will Character Analysis: Panic Attacks
I did a breakdown of Will's character a few weeks ago after my first read-through of TSATS. I went back and reread the book (mostly because I'm obsessed), and I noticed something that I don't think a lot of people picked up on. Will was having panic/anxiety attacks throughout the course of the book.
I think this is extremely important to recognize because it gives us a better understanding of why Will was reacting the way he was during the entire quest. It also answers some questions that I previously had.
As someone who has severe anxiety and suffers from panic/anxiety attacks, it makes complete sense that Will would also. He is forced into uncomfortable and challenging situations that he can't control. He feels useless and incompetent, especially when it comes to helping his boyfriend. And he already felt lonely, scared, and unsure before they even started. Combine all that with overstimulation and stress and you've got yourself a great recipe for mental disaster.
If you don't want TSATS spoilers, I suggest stop reading here. I'm going to provide some examples from the book to help me out. This will also be pretty long tbh lol.
The Subway Ride:
As they were leaving the station, Nico asked Will to stop shaking his leg (an anxious habit). Soon after this, Nico noted that Will had closed his eyes and started using a breathing technique. He also said that Will did this often to calm down and decided to leave his boyfriend alone.
Breathing techniques are a very common way to help prevent an attack or calm them down. I've had it drilled into my head that breathing techniques are one of the first things to do when I feel overly anxious/upset.
As a healer, Will most likely knows about these and uses them to help keep calm. He had just experienced a very stressful taxi ride (which he is described as clinging to the seatbelt for dear life) and is now on a train to start his journey to Tartarus. I'd be freaking out too.
The Trog Tunnels:
The second time Will exhibited an attack was when they were crawling through the tunnels with the Trogs to get to Menoetius farm. Will was complaining about feeling closed in and felt like the tunnel would collapse. He also started feeling nauseous, woozy, and forgetful. The second they left the tunnel, Will immediately needed to rest. He kept his eyes closed and felt better once he had a minute to breath.
These are all symptoms of a panic/anxiety attack. While symptoms definitely range based on the severity of an attack, the most common ones are dizziness, nausea, and brain fog. This is because your brain is tricked into thinking what is happening is a life-or-death situation. It's pumping adrenaline into your body, but there's nothing happening physically to you. This leaves you with a body filled with energy and a mind screaming with chaos.
The only way to really stop these attacks is to sit down somewhere you feel comfortable (literally anywhere but a tunnel in Will's case) and calm yourself down.
The Tartarus Argument:
The fourth example is the argument Will and Nico had after the whole pigeon fiasco. The power of anxiety leads you into overthinking and what was Will doing? He believed that Nico was going to abandon him and that he deserved it. He was 100% convinced of this despite Nico's very stubborn loyalty trait. Will literally broke down in gasping sobs, unable to think of anything but being left behind.
Will had been facing attack after attack since this moment that he finally just broke. When faced with doubt and fear and panic towards the one he loves, towards the person he trusts, coming back from that brink is almost impossible.
Tartarus:
Will was basically in a constant state of panic during the entire Tartarus trip. He was pale, shaky, loopy, and irritated. The rational brain train had left the station and it was not coming back.
As a fellow struggler of anxiety and attacks, I'm glad they added this side of anxiety, even if it was never explicitly stated. I believe that it was purposeful that both authors didn't state that Will was having attacks because it is a sensitive and heavy topic that is hard to discuss, especially when they were covering a bunch of other bases.
The main reason I wanted to make this though was again to drive him the point that Will was not a whiny, weak-spined character. He was struggling with his own anxiety and fears which drove him to act the way he did. I always see people preaching the importance of supporting others, yet my dash is filled with angry, hateful comments towards a character that is meant to represent people like me.
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oh while I’m here and have some time, here’s a life update 😌
I don’t even remember what I have and haven’t mentioned so .. I guess I’ll go back to around the time that I started posting less ??!?
so basically I started having some funky health issues back in 2022 and have been STRUGGLING ever since. lightheadedness, rapid heartbeat, lots of lovely stuff. 🙃 my doctor suspected it was POTS, but I was never able to get tested for it because she couldn’t order tilt table tests and the cardiologists I saw either wrote me off as “needing to go to therapy” (I was in therapy lol) or just as being fat 😅 so my doctor prescribed me the only thing she could, which was propranolol
welp, that SUCKED ASS. it sent me into a horrible depression. honestly I’ve never felt so low in my life.
in August, I moved back home with my parents because my living situation was just making my depression a million times worse. I also went off of propranolol the week I moved back in with my parents, and that has helped A TON! I still have bouts of depression every now and then, but for the most part I’m feeling much better. AND, I finally got tested for POTS!
turns out I don’t have POTS, but I actually have vasovagal syncope, which means my blood pressure drops when it’s triggered (by heat, stress, so on and so forth). it explains a lot, and now I’m consuming copious amounts of salt and lots of water to help regulate it. I don’t think I’ll ever be fully back to my old self, but I definitely feel better! I also started a new medication for my PCOS which has been great too!
I also got moved to a new department at work which has been great and has helped significantly. it’s pretty much just me unless I get an email to work on something specific, so I get to work in peace most days, which is how I like it :)
between the depression, the stress, the fatigue, and the brain fog, I just couldn’t put all of my time and mental energy into the band like I had been. I miss a lot of parts of that era of my life, but honestly it was getting to an unhealthy level and I needed a reason to step away anyways lol
anywho that’s what’s been up with me ! the energy I was putting towards this fandom has been going towards my other hobbies and creative projects within those hobbies and I’m having a dandy time !! I hope you’re all doing well and ily 😚
#the age of 24 was very mean to me lol#I’ve only been 25 for a couple of weeks but it’s already going better 😅
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Follow up to the fuck around and find out verse where it’s the next morning after Tara’s dissociative episode.
Tara’s flooded with humiliation at the realization of what happened and how she shut down because of the idea of Sam leaving (doubly interesting if there’s that “I’ve been pushing her away but as soon as she goes, I break down? Pathetic” kind of mentality) and Sam is quick to apologize and reassure her and make it clear that she’s never going anywhere and that last night she just needed some air. AND MAYBE after this incident, maybe Tara…docile and obedient because she’s so scared that next time Sam “needs air” that Sam won’t come back.
While Sam is relieved that Tara is not putting herself in danger, she’s still heartbroken because Tara has traded one set of unhealthy coping mechanisms (drinking, fucking strangers) with another (hiding in, never wanting to go out, never wanting Sam to leave her and getting worked up when she does and then the subsequent spiral of shame that Sam has to help her work through)
Part 1. I cannot possibly think of a more perfect direction for this to go in. I mean, I don't even know what I can add lol.
Tara falls asleep, eventually, against Sam's chest. Body and mind exhausted. Her sleep is restless, and she clings to Sam tightly. Sam doesn't get much sleep either, constantly waking to check on her sister.
In the morning, Sam awakes to Tara curled into herself away from Sam and blinking back tears. Flooded with humiliation is right. Humiliation and shame and disgust at herself. What right does she have to be upset with Sam, to be upset at all? This is all her fault anyway, and then she goes and hurts Sam and loses it when Sam gets mad? It's pathetic, it's disgusting. She feels like just another monster manipulating Sam, trying to control her. It's like she expects Sam to say "how high" when Tara says "jump."
Sam's arms wrapping around her waist distract her from her thoughts. "Hey, you ok?" Sam's voice is so soft and gentle, and she doesn't deserve it. She doesn't deserve any of it. All she does is cause problems. Problem after problem.
"I'm so sorry about last night," Sam speaks, cheek nuzzling into the top of Tara's head. "I didn't mean to scare you, I just needed some air and I wasn't thinking. It won't happen again, ok?"
She can't believe Sam is apologising, she has nothing to apologise for. This was all Tara, it was all on her. But words are hard right now, her brain is still foggy. All she can manage is gasping out it's fine.
"It's not fine, Tara. None of this is fine." Sam's arms retreat and Tara squeezes her eyes shut, there's a roaring in her ears. not again not again not againnotagainnot-
Sam's hand is on her cheek and something is being pressed to her mouth. "Open up, babygirl." It's automatic at this point, mouth opening and closing around the inhaler. "Good girl," Sam coos, hand moving to stroke through her hair.
She feels Sam climb back into the bed, in front of her this time. She wraps her arms around her and pulls her on top of her.
"I'm never going to leave you, you know that, right? There is nothing you can do to push me away. I get mad sometimes, but it's just because I care, and because I'm scared for you. I love you, so so much. You're my whole world Tara, and the thought of you getting hurt, of someone hurting you... I can't bear it."
Tara begins to sob into Sam's neck.
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Tara gets quiet in the aftermath, stuck in her own head. She only leaves the apartment for class, brushes off Chad and Mindy and Anika when they try to talk to her. She doesn't have the headspace to talk to them, to explain.
She finds she can't watch Sam walk out the door anymore. It sets her heart racing and the fog machine in her head goes off, even though she knows Sam's only going to work, despite the "I'll see you later," and the kiss to her forehead. So Tara hides in her room with the door closed to avoid having to face it.
There's a part of Sam that's so relieved, to be so sure that she can come home and find her sister there, safe. There's another part banging on the walls in her brain screaming problem. She's horrified to realise which part of her is bigger. Tara's become clingy, like she's 4 years old again and doesn't know how to survive without her sister's hand in hers. Sam hates the part of her that enjoys it. She shoves it down with the part of her that enjoyed butchering Ritchie, that enjoyed her mother's face when Tara told her to go fuck herself.
For the first time in months, Sam feels needed and secure. She was drifting, aimless, trying to grasp back control of the situation, watching her sister float further and further away. But now she's tethered to her wrist. Tara's been feeling lost lately too, but Sam's found her, and she's not going to let go.
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@riordanverse-dorphin, tumblr ate your ask. Luckily I get email notifs so did see it. For others, ask was suggesting if the Neptune kids have/are geared towards SzPD, perhaps Percy (and other Poseidon kids) have/are geared towards Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD).
I did actually consider it when I was like hmmm 🤔 what would Percy be more prone to, but, lol, set those thoughts aside because of brain fog ahaha. The "emotional rollercoaster" that often describes the disorder also fits the idea that Poseidon is the emotional moody ocean, while Neptune is the uncaring emotionless sea, which is one of the reasons I had been thinking abt it tbh.
Anyway, see my thoughts below!
The description and diagnostic criteria of BPD through the DSM-5:
Borderline personality disorder is described as a pervasive pattern of instability in interpersonal relationships self-image and emotion as well as marked impulsivity beginning by early adulthood.
It is indicated by the five or more of the following symptoms:
A pattern of unstable relationships
A fear of abandonment, whether real or imagined
Instability and insecurity in self-image
Impulsive high risk behavior such as excessive spending, promiscuity or substance abuse
Suicidal behavior or self-harm
Intense mood swings
Chronic feelings of emptiness or sadness
Anger management issues
Stress related paranoia or loss of contact with reality (aka general dissociation, depersonalization or derealization)
Additionally! Here is how ADHD and BPD overlap.
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So how would Percy fit? Further explanation(s) of how the symptoms may presentation in BPD.
Unstable, intense relationships: ❌
While I think we could consider Percy's relationship with Annabeth to be intense, I don't think he really has unstable relationships. His top three relationships - Grover, his mom, Annabeth - are all fairly stable, imo.
Fear of abandonment: ❓
I think this one is up for interpretation. I can't fully recall any specific scenes where he's terrified of being left by his loved ones. But I personally a) think Poseidon has a fear of abandonment, due to the clinginess of the ocean, and b) Percy so very much loves his inner circle - his mom, Grover, Annabeth - that he's terrified of them ever leaving him.
This is kind of seen in TTC when he's worried that Annabeth will leave for the Hunters, as well as his refusal to let her go and choosing to fall into Tartarus with her. But one could think of that as being more romance-oriented so 🤷♂️
That being said, there's also his "no Grover, do not remove the empathy link" thing that you could side-eye as "I need to keep Grover in my life forever and an empathy link is perfect for that". So for me, it's a check. For others, it's up to interpretation.
Poor self-image: ✔
Percy does not think very highly of himself. The earliest obvious display of that I can think of was in TSoM where he was looking at his "perfect" reflection and thinking about how much better that guy looked. Otherwise he does think of himself as a burden to others, or a bad kid. He also thinks of himself as stupid, even when he's noted to be fairly intelligent when it comes to battle.
He has a low self-esteem. While he's improved since the start of the series, much of these feelings are still present.
Rapid mood changes: ✔
Percy has been noted for being unpredictable and moody, like his father. Like I said, the intense mood swings symptom was actually the reason I was considering BPD before because where Neptune is the uncaring sea, Poseidon is the emotional one.
Impulsive and dangerous behaviour: ✔
Yes, it's a check, but it also overlaps with other things. The nature of being a demigod is inherently dangerous. ADHD also lends to impulsive behaviours.
Repeated self-harm or suicidal behaviour: ✔
BoO literally has him talking about being suicidal and wanting to die. He also expresses suicidal thoughts in various spots throughout the series. A lot of other people in the fandom have already spoken about this. Additionally, I headcanon him to self-harm frequently.
Persistent feelings of emptiness/sadness: ❓
Question mark because I'm not sure. I think his feelings of emptiness/sadness would more so related to his suicidal feelings or depression. Additionally, what I get from Percy is that his base emotion is anger. And that's something he does his best to repress.
Hazel mentions in one of the books that there's a similar sadness between him and Jason though. So, I guess it's up to you. I personally headcanon Percy as struggling with alexithymia, so for me this would be a check. But for others it may be an X.
Anger issues: ✔
I mean do I even need to explain this one?
Temporary paranoid thoughts and/or dissociation: ❌
Doubtful with this one. I think any paranoid thoughts Percy displays in the series are valid within the context of the going-ons in his life. I mostly relate dissociative behaviours with Jason or Frank too. Dissociative behaviours, such as depersonalization or derealization, may occur when I write him but it's really in relation to him being depressed versus a general "out of body" sense as with the other two.
Also, in researching SzPD, quiet BPD came up a bit. Quiet BPD is not separate from classic BPD. The traits are just noted to be directed inwardly rather than outwardly. They will still experience the intense emotional rollercoaster that distinguishes BPD, but they tend to shut their emotions down or push them aside. More so, their sense of self is marked by shame and/or self-hatred.
So, I think where his outbursts of anger and impulsivity are expressed outwardly, the other traits are kept inwards. He doesn't talk much about his emotions to people. Even in BoO, talking to Jason about being suicidal can appear like an intentional choice, because Jason is not someone he is close with. Also they talk about it in the middle of a fucking battle. It might've been something he needed to verbalize without actually talking about.
Also "Favourite Person" is something that notably occurs in BPD, where a person with BPD becomes heavily reliant on a specific person for emotional support, attention, and validation from. They are often highly idealized and tend to be the center of a person with BPD's focus. Percy's clinginess with Annabeth can kind of come across as this.
Hope that helps! And fingers crossed Tumblr doesn't eat anymore of my asks :)
#happy talks pjo#percy jackson#happy's asks#technically. bc tumblr ate the real ask lmao#but anyway i couldn't tag the blog you sent the ask with? but i know that's your main and the riordanverse one is pjo specific so 👍#riordanverse-dorphin
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webtoons im currently hooked on
my brain hasnt been able to muster the attention span for dramas lately, so i've switched to reading webtoons for the time being. wanted to share some of my current favorites so maybe some folks can fangirl about them with me /o/
i also have a list of similar dramas so if youre new to webtoons but not dramas you can kind of compare #vibes
roughly in order:
TRAPPED (ALSO KNOWN AS OLGAMI OR NOOSE)
synopsis (mild spoilers)
girl meets boy at church. girl is an ex-convict who tried to kill someone. boy is a vampire. boy blackmails the girl into hiding his dead bodies using her job as a taxi driver. boy thought he had control over the situation. he absolutely does fucking not. the most fucked up slowest of slow burns ensues as fuck-or-die might become a little too literal.
why read
omfgggggggggggggg if you like your ships dysfunction junction this one is 100% for you. the romance takes a while to kick off, with the first season being mostly thriller with some unhinged UST between the leads, but when the male lead (park yunsu, vampire murderbastard) falls he falls hard and it is messy beyond all belief because the female lead (han chae-ah, taxi driver and unwilling gravedigger) does not forgive or forget and will do whatever it takes to survive. both leads are compelling and interesting and it's such a great take on enemy lovers (and not necessarily enemies to lovers)
chae-ah: i'll kill you
yunsu: alright :) try your best :) ill be waiting :)
the side characters are all really interesting as well! especially grimm, a 60-year-old child who definitely chooses mom in the divorce
similar dramas: basically take any fei wo si cun male lead (goodbye my princess, siege in fog), give him the ability to commit supernatural murder, and then pair him with a female lead who will absolutely kill him the second she gets a chance to
MY REASON TO DIE (ALSO KNOWN AS WHAT I DECIDED TO DIE FOR)
synopsis
ji-o is a talented taekwondo student athlete on her way to the olympics before she gets an injury that stalls her progress. while on the bus to training, she crosses paths with cha gyeol, a delinquent who runs with a rough crowd and almost never comes to school. as she navigates her feelings with unexpected first love, ji-o keeps having prophetic dreams-- ones where someone dies over and over again.
why read
female gaze: the webtoon lol. ok but actually what starts out as a fairly fluffy/slice of life high school romance has a plot twist that really rocks and made want to immediately start a reread of the whole webtoon.
similar dramas: someday or one day
MAYBE MEANT TO BE
synopsis
han jia is a 32 year old unemployed freelancer living with her parents, who are getting a little desperate to have her out of the house. during the holidays, she sneaks away from her family to have a smoke in the alleyway. there, she bumps into jin mincheol, a friend from childhood who she hasn't talked to in years. and he is just kind of. eating a chicken breast there. anyways.
they talk, and mincheol shares that his mother is also pressuring him to get married. jia proposes a contract marriage, not expecting mincheol to take her up on it. he does. immediately. oh shit.
why read
omg jia's a mess and mincheol's a nerd (affectionate x2). there's something just really delightful about seeing these little weirdos work through their issues, grow, and realize that they actually fit really well together. i love them both. mincheol is just so delightfully consistent and we get to see jia begin to figure her life out. the humor is spot on as well, i've laughed out loud several times
similar dramas: because this is my first life
OTHERS I REALLY LIKE
something about us. gayoung and woojin have been friends forever. when woojin comes back to college after his military service, that begins to get shaken up. friends to lovers with really cute art and one of my favorite second leads of all time
unholy blood. hayan is a pureblood vampire OUT FOR REVENGE against other vampires. blood+ vibes in the best way (not that far into this one yet, BUT IM READY)
dreaming freedom/freedom in dreams. jeongmin is relentlessly bullied in school, and the only way she escapes is through lucid dreaming, where she imagines her life differently and also how she can get her revenge. in her dreams, she meets a manic murder yandere boy, and shit escalates from there
cheese in the trap. aaaaaaaay we know this one :'D
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