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𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇 • 𝖊. 𝖏𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗: chapter four

synopsis: after a successful performance at Rolling Loud, (y/n) is approached by a member of the talent agency with a proposition that she can’t refuse. Because of this, she finds herself sacrificing her prior plans with EJ. Where she fears that she’s pushed the rapper away. But passing time and building tensions cause the pair to reveal their true feelings that they never got to reveal in person.

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cw: language, mentions of alcohol and weed, sexual themes, phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk

wc: 7.4k

📝: I know you guys have been waiting patiently on this one and I promise I’m not tired of it or anything, full fic chapters just take a bit more time and I didn’t want to rush or half ass it. So I hope y’all enjoy.

“And what would you say if I told you I wanted you just as bad..would you hold it against me?” “When I want to fuck the shit out of you? Not at all..”

“What exactly do you have in mind?..”

the first words to fly from (y/n)’s mouth amid this mystery man’s proposition. True enough, he may have been a representative on behalf of your talent agency but you didn’t know him from a hole in the ground. And why come here of all places? Wouldn’t this be better suited for an office. Still, you’d hear him out for the hell of it. “We want you to star in one of our artist’s new music videos. He begins rolling out his album this week and he’ll be dropping the lead single. We figured what better way to get people talking than to have a rising star like you alongside him.”

what should have been a compliment seemed a bit backhanded in your eyes. Naturally, it made sense to have someone popular as yourself next to him to garner attention but you couldn’t help but think that he was picturing you as more of a controversy piece than anything. Homie hopping through different rappers was not a good look. leaning against the doorway, you’d furrow your brow a bit, folding your arms as well. He could sense that you were a little hesitant of the idea but he was sure he’d sell you on the idea eventually.“I’ll be honest, that performance tonight was incredible. What you did out there was beyond words. It’s only been an hour and the internet is going crazy. You’re a big deal, miss (l/n)..I wouldn’t take it lightly. In fact, he specifically requested you.”

for a moment, you’d sit with his words and just ponder on what he meant. Naturally, you were a bit skeptical that this mysterious man just approached you out of nowhere and asked to be in a music video. The problem wasn’t exactly the offer itself as you were deeply flattered but rather the fact that it was only being extended to you..“No offense, Mr. Smith, but I wasn’t the only one on that stage tonight. My girls were equally as amazing so where is their video shoot?” Truthfully, he couldn’t argue with you there and he understood why it came off a bit shady but there was another part he hadn’t told you. Merely chuckling, Erwin leaned over against a nearby stand. “I agree, everyone has done so wonderful. But simply put..you’re our client and the group as a collective, is not. Truth is, we want to get the ball rolling on this as soon as tomorrow morning. The second he’s done here, he’ll be boarding a flight and headed to L.A and we hope you’ll join him. The way I see it, the more the merrier so if the other lovely ladies would like to tag along and star in the shoot, we’d be happy to have them. Whether you decide to invite everyone or do it on your own..you only have an hour to make your decision. We know it’s sudden notice so we’ll pay you quite amicably..twice as much as the club gig plus full expenses covered. We want to ensure you’re taken care of. So, does that sound like a deal?” after hearing those terms, your mind was all but made up! You had made a pretty good grip off of that club appearance plus the brand deals that followed after so to double that..you were game. Looking up at him, (y/n) flashed the big time executive a smile and assured him that not only would you be there but you’d have the rest of the crew with you. with that, the two of you parted ways for the time being. Leaving you to make a couple calls and get things in order. you couldn’t believe you had been presented with something like this and that this artist had requested you personally! It felt like such a huge honor. Although, it did beg the question….

who the hell was the rapper you’d be working with?! He never told you that part. Surely, it couldn’t have been EJ because he definitely would’ve said something or asked you himself. Which still left a handful of artists signed to them that could be performing tonight. Speaking of, the one person’s set you wanted to see was up next so you’d shoot a text to your group chat, telling all of them to call you immediately and that it was important.

hopefully, they'll answer on time and you could make a break back to the hotel to get packed and board that flight in less than an hour. You had never been on such a tight schedule but it was a sign of things to come you supposed.

maybe you were finally about to ascend into that next level. That your star would be rising a lot sooner than you thought. Now was no time for contemplation anyways. You had to go get this money!

a few moments later, your phone would begin ringing and it was Niesha calling. A complete shocker that she was the one to pick up. But it’s when you swiped over and the video connected, that you’d be greeted by all of their drunken, smiling faces. “(Y/NNNN), hey bookie. What’s wrong?” Niesha, slightly slurring her words as loud music and lights thumped behind her in the background. It seemed like they were having a good time and you hated to disturb that but this was important.

“Hey, listen. I know it’s soon but can y’all make it to the hotel in an hour? I just got us a good ass gig. They said they’ll fly us out—“

however, before you could finish your little rundown, you were interrupted by the sounds of faint groaning. “C’monnn, (y/n). We just got done working. Take a break for a little bit. You’re gonna run yourself in the ground, baby.”

now normally, your best friend never led you astray or gave you some dumb advice but with this much riding on it, you were not trying to hear that bullshit! “Y’all, I’m serious. The man from my talent agency just offered me a spot in a music video and said that if we can all be there, we can all be in it.”

even though you were speaking, there was no way she or anyone else was hearing you. Nor did they care to, honestly..that’s when the more level headed member Brianne jumped in and sounded off. It just wasn’t with the result you expected.

“(Y/N), listen..can’t believe I’m saying this but Niesha’s right. We need a break. You’ve been working real hard and so have we. It’s Rolling Loud weekend. It’s some good parties, go enjoy them and enjoy yourself. It can wait.”

“No, Bri. This can’t wait! Y’all, please. I’m trying to get us paid. You know imma break bread with y’all first.”

that’s when you’d see those pink curls step back into frame and that you were about to get unfiltered advice from the one who always gave it to you straight..

“(Y/N), baby. I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s cool and a legit offer and all but we have three performances in the next month that you have us booked for. You gotta give yourself some time to rest and have fun. Bitch, life is too short to be working all the time. What good is some money if you ain’t here to spend it?” She had a good point and you hated it..but still…you had to take the chance!

“Nieshaaaa, don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing nothing. You know I’m right..”

just then, you’d see another person enter the frame and they were calling for Niesha..pulling her into a bunch of kisses and gently grabbing her waist when they did. “I’ve been looking for you.” And she looked thrilled to see them too. It was the blonde dude from earlier and it was safe to assume she had been doing more than ‘talking’ to him.

“Girl, as you can see I’m kinda busy. Imma call you later, bitch. Byeee.”

before you could stop her, she’d disconnect the line and you were left looking dumbfounded…that was utterly pointless. There was no way you’d get them all corralled and of coherent mind in an hour. As they were right now, they’d do nothing but give Pole Assassins and yourself a bad rap.

letting out a deep sigh, you’d regroup and cut to plan b; taking this gig solo! You wanted to share this with them but you couldn’t beg four grown women to act right. Besides, they had been going hard and you admittedly had been pushing them so maybe they had earned a break, even if you didn’t want one.

just then, your never ending train of thought was derailed by the sounds of loud screaming and chants. Along with that same voice that had you swooning not too long ago.

“Rolling Loud, make some fucking noise!”

EJ’s set had already begun and you didn’t want to miss a single second. It was very rare that he’d even make an appearance and judging by the volume of those shrieks, everyone shared the same sentiment. Rushing over to a nearby tv screen streaming the performance, you’d see him moving across, hype as ever and completely in his element.

one of his newest singles that had been making its rounds was his first track and of course, you knew every word. He left you in awe every single time. That’s when another realization crossed your mind and crushed you all the same…

the two of you had plans! Plans to hang out and hopefully get to know one another better..something you had been looking forward to but obviously, work came first. You couldn’t just abandon such a big opportunity for a man, not even someone as famous as him.

not only would it just be utterly stupid but you’d be a grade A hypocrite as well. Soon, your smile began to fade and the excitement you felt listening to his voice faded to white noise. Right now, sticking around wasn’t an option. You’d only further hurt your own feelings, thinking about someone who was nothing more than an acquaintance to you and time was getting shorter. This was far more important.

taking one final glance back at the screen, you’d then shoot off to grab your things. You could make it back to the hotel in about ten minutes, get your things packed and meet them in the lobby before time was even up. You wanted to show the agency you were serious about building your brand. Anything else would have to wait..

“I’m sorry, EJ. I’m sure you, of all people, understand what it’s like. I’m sure we’ll kick it again soon but right now, I gotta go.”

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12:35am, departing from Miami International Airport

Just as Mr. Smith had promised, you found yourself boarding the steps of the private Boeing 747 jet a little after midnight. For a while, you’d be saying goodbye to Miami and headed to the second infamous Sunshine State.

what awaited you was a mystery, as it’d be your first time doing a music video. Not only that but starring in one as well. All of these huge opportunities are coming your way and yet, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of anxiety and guilt. You knew that it was of no fault of your own that your girls chose to stay behind but you weren’t the type to switch up on the people you started with just because of a little bit of money. But now wasn’t the time to sit and contemplate your decisions. You had to go into work mode and get your mind right. Once you made it to the top step and onto the mahogany carpets of the plane, you were greeted by two faces you had only seen in pictures and friendly gestures. “So you did make it..man, I’m so glad.”

it was none other than rapper Prince Cee, aka Connie Springer. He, along with the man sitting across from him, Onya The God, were both a part of the same collective as EJ and were super talented. You were a fan of their whole group and couldn’t believe that it was him requesting that you be in his video. Although you hadn’t been formally introduced, neither of them had a problem standing up to greet you with a giant hug. Dressed in all of their designer clothes, chains swinging from around their necks and smelling like Baccarat cologne, you couldn’t help but shudder a bit..was this man and his whole crew this fine?!

“Well don’t be a stranger, lil mama. Go ahead and get comfortable, we got a long flight and I know you probably tired.” and he’d be correct. After being in seven inch stilettos for nearly an hour, twirling nearly twenty feet in the air, exhausted would be an understatement. How your girls had the energy to go party after performing, was insane. But you’d accept Onya’s offer and take the third seat across from them. You had only been on a few planes in your lifetime but this was nothing like you had ever seen. Red leather seats that resembled sofas, foot rests, silver buckets housing unopened bottles of champagne and a spread of delicacies that they were more than happy to share. just then, you’d hear the pilot signaling for takeoff and you’d feel the plane began to lift up.

“Yeah. I appreciate you guys inviting me for this..I honestly can’t believe it.”

“Ain’t no problem, baby. You was our first pick when they asked us. We know it was a little bit late to but we happy you decided to come.”

Connie, who was in the midst of opening some champagne, poured you all a glass once the fluid fizzled out. After such a successful performance and the beginning of his album rollout, he was going to enjoy this tiny break and celebrate to his heart's content. Just for the occasion, he had been given a new chain that was currently laced around his neck.

meanwhile, you sat cross legged away from the two gentlemen, taking a bite of some snacks before engaging in the conversation. “What about your homegirls though? They didn’t want to come?”

to which you’d simply shake your head as you sipped your drink. “They had something else they were working on so they couldn’t make it.” Not wanting to let these strangers in on their laxed attitude and refusal to show. You didn’t hold it against them. If they wanted to rest and play, that was fine by you. But nothing was going to stop your grind.

“That’s too bad. Would’ve loved to had the whole crew but we gone have fun, promise. If it’s anything we can do to make you feel comfortable or make it easier, just let us know. We wanna take care of you.”

if it were one thing you were incredibly grateful for, it was these guys’ kind hospitality. You were admittedly a little scared to take this leap alone but you didn’t have to be so closed off. They were like coworkers; employed under the exact same talent agency as yourself but to them?

“Yeah, we like family now!” Connie, who had raised his glass to propose a toast on behalf of yourself, their performance and the pending success of the album. Prompting both you and Onya to follow suit. You were so excited for what was to come. There was a nine hour trek to California so it was best to become friendly.

the three of you eventually began talking, drinking, listening to music and just having a good time. They were both so respectful and nice. Complete opposite of what the media portrayed of their personas. They asked about your pole dancing, told you how crazy you guys’ dance went and that they’d love to have you on stage with them some time. it made you feel so much better about things and that you felt as if you made the right decision. However, it wasn’t until he brought up a mutual acquaintance that the guilt kicked right back in.

it was when you asked about what type of concept he was going for in the shoot and what to expect that it came about..

“Well we just wanted this shit to look like one big party..cameos from all our friends…have some pretty women slide through. Just have fun. We even tried to get EJ in it but his ass don’t even know how to just relax and play.”

EJ! The same EJ you had just stood up without so much as a word! How the hell could you have forgotten that he had just invited you out.

taking a hard swallow, (y/n) tossed the remainder of your champagne down your throat and kept your eyes focused on the two of them, so as not to appear nervous. You were incredibly frustrated with yourself right now. “EJ was going to be in the video?”

“That’s what we had planned. We asked him to get on this flight with us and come out but he said he had something more important to do. That he had plans tonight and tomorrow.”

right then, your heart damn near sank..you were almost certain said plans were hanging out with you and selfishly, you just abandoned them to chase a dollar. Could’ve at least had the courtesy to apologize but with you all thirty thousand feet in the air, you doubted any correspondence would make it through to him at this altitude.

the best you could do was perform some damage control when you landed and try to apologize. But with someone like him, excuses probably didn’t mean much. He struck you as the type of person who was very strict in his boundaries and you had once, maybe twice as best to do him dirt before dismissing you altogether.

“I’m telling you, that man don’t know nothing but work. Only way he’ll pop out at a club is if they pay him. He won’t do parties, it’s always serious with his ass.” Connie expressed as he rubbed the back of his neck, seemingly uncomfortable with his friend’s behavior.

“Is it that bad?” Pretending to be oblivious to his behavior, even though you witnessed and heard it from his mouth firsthand. Chuckling as you took a bite of a strawberry.

“He wouldn’t even let me record on the first day because I showed up five minutes late and he hated the song! Kicked me out and told me don’t come back until I had something better.”

now you couldn’t help but laugh a bit because he himself had told you that he didn’t play when it came to recording and producing for people. He hated having his time wasted and he said from his own admission: “I won’t put my name on some bullshit. I refuse. Waste my time with some dumbass song and I’ll put you out.”

it would take only one conversation to realize how much of a no nonsense person he was. So it came as no surprise that he didn’t want to participate in this. As to why he didn’t want to go to his little friend’s get together and why he preferred to chill with one person. Which made you feel all the more worse because he looked so excited to hang out.

“Don’t worry, he’s not as bad as you think. He’s actually pretty cool when you get to know him. He just stays to himself and don’t really be with all the drama. Would be nice to see his ass relax though. Be making me fucking nervous..gone fuck around and have a heart attack before he turns thirty.”

Onya, shaking his head as he drank the remainder of his glass. It seemed that these dudes cared deeply for Eren, as your friends did for you. When they told you to take it easy, they meant it from a place of love. Not of laziness..maybe when you got back to Miami, you’d take some time off and possibly get a rain check for your ‘date’. That’s if he’d even talk to you again!

for now, you’d enjoy the venture through the skies and the remainder of your long night.

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meanwhile, a blacked out sedan transporting the Grammy award winning rapper was slowly peeling from the parking lot of the arena when it was bum rushed by a bunch of rabid fangirls. “We love you, EJ!” “Marry me!” Could be heard from behind the glass as Eren attempted to ignore it. This was all but inevitable every time he made a public appearance. Hence why he preferred to stay home! He had just finished up his surprise headline performance and it was every bit of the amazing experience everyone knew it would be.

he had ‘crashed’ his friends’ performance, coming out during him and Prince Cee’s joint song..only to steal the show and finish out the night with a few of his own tracks.

somehow, it always ended like this. Him chasing women off with a stick and not being interested in the slightest. “You’re a lucky man, Mr. Jaeger. Not many people can say they have women chasing them down the street.” Currently, he was sitting spread legged in his seat, nonchalantly igniting his blunt as his assistant chimed off.

he wasn’t concerned about them at all. Half of them just hopeless groupies; probably married or had a man and was hoping he’d snatch them up instead. It wasn’t uncommon for artists to hook up with fans but he’d never do such a thing and cross that boundary. Besides, he didn’t want something everyone else could have.

“Mhm. If you say so.” He really wasn’t in the mood to entertain anyone right now. Except the one person he had invited out..yet, when he left, there was no sign of (y/n) anywhere. He assumed that you’d be waiting for him backstage or in his dressing room. Perhaps it was wishful thinking of a dynamic that didn’t really exist between you two like that.

maybe he had been a bit too forward with inviting you to kick it with him..seeing that he was visibly annoyed, his faithful assistant Floch tried to change the subject.

“So Mr. Springer has already left to shoot his video, he told me that he wished you would’ve joined them but he knew you’d probably decline..” as he was rambling, Eren just peered down at his phone, mindlessly scrolling at nothing..hoping he’d get a response from the one person he wanted to hear from. Not paying him any attention until he said something that piqued the artist’s interest.

“They left with some girl who’s supposed to be the lead. She was stunning too..I seen Mr. Smith from the talent agency talking to her. I think she was one of those pole dancer girls from earlier.” Just then, his head rose up slowly and he’d shoot him a glare.

“What did you say?” And by his tone, Floch became terrified because he wasn’t sure if he had something wrong.

“I—uh, just saw Mr. Smith talking to her. Apparently Mr. Springer asked her to be in his video so she left.”

“What’s her name? The redhead suddenly shifted in his seat; he had to think about it for a moment but just then it clicked as he recalled seeing a name inscribed on the back of her jacket.

“(Y-y/n)..I believe.”

just then, he felt a feeling that had never registered with him before..was this sadness? Jealousy?…less known over a woman?! He barely even knew this chick and here he was getting possessive and upset that she left to go be in a music video with one of his friends.

and he knew Floch wasn’t saying any of this to be condescending or funny because he had no idea about the little bond that had formed or the rumors that were circulating. He was a true professional to his core and made it his mission to stay out of his boss’ private affairs.

however, Eren was losing his mind a little. On one hand, if he became irate, it’d give away the fact that he had developed a bit of a crush on the influencer. On the other, he couldn’t believe that Connie would ask for you specifically, especially when he was somewhat aware of what went down.

“..I see.” nodding his head and glaring aimlessly from the window. Letting a smirk crack across his lips eventually..hell, all he could do now was charge it to the game and go on about his business. No time to be jealous or get in his feelings. Instead… “Hey Floch. Set me up a flight to Atlanta. First thing in the morning.” For now, he had to get you off his mind and he knew just the way how.

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“Beautiful! Love it, guys.” the voice of the video director echoed through a megaphone at studio set six. You all had just finished out the remainder of the music video you were shooting. Things were wrapping up and it was yet another task you could check off your goal list. Saying you were the star of a music video was going to be huge.

“Aye, (y/n). That was perfect. Thank you so much, beautiful.” “Yeah, you did your thing, ma. We appreciate you.”

the two gentlemen you had attended with came over and greeted you with giant hugs as a show of their gratitude. It had been a few days since you touched down in Los Angeles and it was nothing like you had pictured. Then again, you were here partaking in work rather than leisure. You were behind studio walls instead of walking Rodeo so naturally, it all looked different. But it wasn’t all too bad.

plus, with the hefty paycheck that Mr. Smith had deposited to you, you had no complaints!

“No, thank you both for inviting me. This has been so much fun and I can’t thank you enough for the opportunity.”

needless to say, the shoot was a success. It involved a pool party, riding a motorcycle and you even dancing on Prince Cee’s lap. And you couldn’t lie..it had been a hell of a long time since you’d had a man grip your waist like that so you enjoyed that part a little too much! It’d be a shock for sure when it was finally released to the world to see yourself being felt up by him.

but this was just business and nothing beyond it. People do that all the time. Once they finish all the editing, it’d be released later this week, along with two new songs from the duo and you were so excited for both of them. You had no doubt that his album would be a huge hit. You were truly rooting for them.

“It’s all good. Like we said, we family now and you did us a big favor. Let us take you to dinner tonight and show you around. I know you said you ain’t never been out here before so we gotta take you to one of the best spots out here.”

“I’d really like that, y’all. Thank you so much.”

with that, plans for the evening had been set in motion. It would be nice to actually get out and enjoy LA before you had to leave..and who knew the next time you’d be able to visit? It was around seven at night over here on the west coast and you couldn’t help but wonder how your girls were spending their night. You had heard from them earlier in the form of a FaceTime call..all of them congratulating you on the video and saying they couldn’t wait to see it. meanwhile, they had been partying nonstop. Sailing on yachts, going to clubs and Niesha was being pampered by her little producer boyfriend. You were truly happy for them and loved to see their smiles.

but you also couldn’t help but to think about how a certain someone was doing. The second you touched down, you sent Eren a text apologizing for standing him up. Explaining that it wasn’t intentional but you had a job come up and if he were still interested in hanging out once you got back to Florida, you’d love to.

however, it went unanswered and you felt terrible. He wasn’t like everyone else nowadays. You couldn’t go stalk his social media or see what he was up to because he was so tight lipped about his life. Which you couldn’t fault him for at all but it didn’t stop you from worrying. You guys were constantly texting and even talked on the phone. Per your last conversation, you seemed fairly close but maybe he was mad at you. Someone like him didn’t put too much stake in people so you were probably not even on his mind now.

which sucked to think about…because he was a lot of fun. He made you laugh and not to mention, his playful flirting invoked feelings in you that hadn’t ever been there with anyone else. You saw his comments he had left on your last video from Rolling Loud and it made you laugh a little. “👀 damn.” Because the two of you knew it was a troll but everyone else was scrambling to make him out to be a simp.

“Alright, everyone! Thanks so much for your hard work. We’ll see you all next time.”

with that, the entire crew gave themselves a round of applause and proceeded to clear out of the set room. You’d probably head back to your hotel, get changed and grab a late night dinner at one of these lofty, upscale restaurants with the two guys. However, nothing could have prepared you for what was really about to take place when you made it back to your room and retired for the evening. Things were about to get much more heated than you expected.

two hours later…

it was nearly ten o'clock when you finally made it back to the Chateau Marmont; one of the city’s finest resorts and where you had been resting these past few days. It was beautiful..rich with history and decor. It was an absolute haven and although you were enjoying all of the amenities it had to offer, you were most looking forward to being swaddled up in the comfortable bed. Having settled in for the evening, (y/n) began removing your makeup and getting ready for bed. Connie and Onya were nice enough to treat you to a five star dinner, letting you order whatever you wanted and being all around gentlemen.

but it was as you were putting your hair up that you’d see your phone ringing and it was a FaceTime call.. “..at this time of night?” Questioning as you went to accept the call with a furrowed brow and confused expression on your face. Still, you were more than happy to see it!

“Eren..what a nice surprise!”

“I could say the same. Didn’t think you’d pick up, honestly.”

on the other end was the one person you had been hoping to hear from. It’d be nearing a little after one am on the east coast so he must’ve really wanted to talk to you. As always, he was facing a blunt, taking the roll between his pretty lips and lying in bed, shirtless. He had that exhausted drawl and deep tone that you’d heard the first time around. “Well I was just getting ready for bed. Just got back from dinner so I’m ready to lay down.”

smirking at your response before blowing another cloud from that spliff. You hated how attractive he made everything look! Including the facial hair he was starting to grow out and his long locks cascading around his face. However, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of guilt..you just disappeared on the man without so much as a word the other night and here you were pretending nothing had happened!

“I don’t blame you. How’s LA?” The words felt condescending because of your own conscious eating away at you. You ended up confessing that you took the flight in your text and that you were sorry but maybe he hadn’t forgiven you for that. A pang in the pit of your stomach resonated and you were growing nervous. “It’s pretty nice. Can’t complain, honestly.” “I’m glad to hear that.” His words trailing off as he lazily eyed you up and down yet again. He always did have a habit of doing so when you were in his view. As sexy as you were, he couldn’t help it.

eventually, you couldn’t take the tension and addressed the elephant for yourself. “Yeah..listen, I’m sorry about the other day. I didn’t mean to dip on you like that. They just asked me so quick that I—“but your explanation was quickly halted by a hand into the camera. Truth was, he didn’t care. You didn’t owe him any sort of answer. He was not your man nor was he the one paying your bills so that bag came first. He understood that better than anyone..

“Why are you telling me? I’m not mad at you, mama. You did what you had to do.”

widening your gaze, you’d be taken aback by his reaction. Most guys would’ve been feeling a way or swearing that you were on some sneaky shit..even if you weren’t dating! Hence why you strayed from relationships. But this man was much different! “You’re not upset?…but I— “but you what? Done your job?”

when he put it that way, he made you realize how silly it sounded. Leaning up into the camera as you walked back to your bed, Eren glared directly at you. “I’ll be honest..had you picked hanging out with me over something like this, I probably would’ve never spoken to you again and I’m being serious. Besides, you did the little bald bastard a favor so don’t feel bad.”

still, his statement was so matter of fact that you couldn’t help but laugh a little! “Wait? Why not?” But the answer was simple. It was such a pet peeve, among many other ticks of his when women would rather cling on to him for a come up, rather than make her own way. And vice versa. That’s why he fucked with you so heavily. He saw your work ethic and it was so sexy. It was so attractive how you maneuvered and handled your business. Also, he knew your homegirls were back in Miami partying with his best friend so the fact that you made this trip alone was commendable.

in fact, he was glad you did so he could finally get the one on one time he had been craving..he would’ve never been able to do so with four other women running around. What you didn’t know, was that he too had made a little trip himself: to Atlanta to help out with another friend’s project. Who was ironically beefing with the man who you had just shot a video with! It was amusing to him because the disagreement wasn’t even serious and having to record these two idiots throwing slams at each other in a track over something so trivial was hilarious.

that and he was a bit salty with Connie for nabbing you away. Especially when he had some things he wanted to say to you..preferably in person but it’d have to do right here..

“Well you know me..I gotta get mines. But I promise the second I��m back in Dade, imma come see you. I might take a little break so I’m gonna need you to help me relax.”

hearing you say those words invoked something in him..feelings he had been all but trying to conceal. But there was no need. It was obvious that tensions were boiling over between you two and there were only so many subtle innuendos you could throw before someone got the hint…

inhaling once more, Eren laid back against his pillows, raising the phone a bit and you were angled to where your head (and exposed chest) were sitting upright; amply cupped in that tank top you had on. (Y/N) was hoping to play it coy because you didn’t want to appear as easy but hearing his voice again and having these talks..you couldn’t help but to feel some level of intimacy. It was a bit forward for just a friendship but it wasn’t as if you two were even remotely close to a relationship either.

so what exactly was this?…why did you feel so comfortable with him? Why did you want to be more open than you already were….

you’d have your answer shortly when the topic got a bit more escalated. “Shit, you’re not by yourself. I mean, I’m up in Atlanta at the moment but for sure..I got you, gorgeous. We’ll have to link.” That tone causing tingles up your spine again. Truthfully, you had been drinking a bit and having pent up, unreleased feelings were getting to you.

moving a hand down to your stomach, you’d toil with the thin material as he watched you through the camera. Eventually watching his own disappear downward. It was crazy how much sexual frustration and attraction the two of you were harboring right now. Yet, neither of you wanted to make the first move! Was it respect? Shame? Worry that the other might not view you the same afterwards? Still, he had to go for it because he had been waiting days to see that pretty face again and it didn’t help when you posed the question:

“..I’m down. So what you tryna do?” Almost as if you two were playing a game of chess and you had just set the pieces in motion for him to make his move. Almost as if you were hoping he’d take the bait and initiate this intimate moment.

“What you mean?”

“When I get back. What you got in mind?”

furrowing your brow and biting at that lower lip so gently, (y/n) waited patiently for what he had to say. And it’d be an unexpected answer. Peering over his shoulder once as to not make sure anyone was around, Eren stared back at you; glazed, glossed over green eyes barely even open but he was looking right through you and knew what you both needed.

“I mean, if we being real..we don’t even have to wait. Cause I’ll tell you what I want right now.” Closed mouths didn’t get fed in his opinion. It was obvious that you weren’t scared or acting all innocent so why should he? Why should he hold back on how he felt about you? So another man could come swoop you away when he obviously wanted you so bad? Hell no. Instead, he’d make certain that even though you were miles and states apart, EJ the Don would be the only one on your mind for days to come!

“Talk to me then.” Slickly setting the stage for him to get his sentiments off of his chest. “Tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart..”

his lips cracked into a faint smile at the mention of the moniker, licking his tongue around them before he focused on you again. “I already told you, baby. I don’t do rumors and I don’t bite my tongue..”

you hadn’t felt anything like this before. Someone who wasn’t afraid to tell you exactly what he wanted. “What if we quit all the playing and did what was on both of our minds?..cause I’ve been thinking ‘bout you like crazy..” the more he spoke, the more you craved this man. The urge to say the hell with morals and touch yourself to the sound of his sexy voice. Which was the exact goal!

“And what would you say if I told you I wanted you just as bad..would you hold it against me?” “When I want to fuck the shit out of you? Not at all..”

just then, a pang would catch in the pit of your stomach and you’d begin to part your legs slightly. That alcohol was working its way through your body and going straight to your pussy so if that’s what he was on, you’d meet him right there!

not to mention that he got out of his head when he was high so he wasn’t responsible for what he said right now. Both of your views were jolting a bit as you shifted around in the sheets; (y/n) massaging your own breasts as you popped them from your shirt and Eren grasping at his covered crotch, that wouldn’t stay that way though because when you began whispering those sweet nothings to him through that speaker, you’d have this man acting out of character and coming out of his clothes. And vice versa..

“Then I guess I can tell you that I wanted to fuck on you the first night. That I would’ve let you get this pussy if you asked for it..” moaning softly into the mic whilst letting your idle hands scale your bare skin. Those thin panties hanging at your waistline by now…and your fingers dancing across that aching clit and slippery folds.

you proceeded to tell him all the things you wanted him to do when you made it back into town. Including letting him eat you out until you came all over his face, how you wanted to look him in his eyes while you suck it slow and even rub up on his chest while you rode him. All of which had him jerking himself off from the other end. When he readjusted the camera, you could see his fingers cradled around his swollen cock and to no surprise, he was big! Longer and thicker than anyone you had ever seen..thinking about all of that being inside of you had you frothing in more ways than one. And when you’d see him pump that pre-ejaculsting tip appear in your view as he swiped it with his thumb..(y/n) sank your fingers inside of that tightness. Putting it in the perfect position for him to watch you finger yourself. but you weren’t alone. Having come completely undone, Eren let out a gently grunt, even laughing because you were exactly the type of woman he had been waiting for! A freak in private but about her business in public? Perfect..and now it was his turn for confessions.

“Shit…damn, baby. Well since we’re being honest. I’m fucking you on sight. Putting my tongue all over that pretty body…I swear I’m giving you all this dick..” finding yourself whimpering at his words as you closed your eyes and imagined the scenario. He talked you through it so well and you just knew things would be even better had you been in his bed. “You look so good playing with that pussy..you that wet for me?” Teasing as he heard your sweet cries and sloshing wetness. It was so sloppy; dripping with arousal, all due to thoughts of him.

“Y-yeah..this all you.”

“And those titties..they’re so fucking pretty. God, I want you so bad.”

admitting through heavy huffs as his pumping grew faster. The two of you went back and forth, exchanging filthy words and freaky thoughts until neither of you could stand the swelling pressure any longer. “F-fuck! Imma come..” letting out from behind those hotel room walls and hoping no one heard him yelping like a little bitch, Eren raised his back from the mattress as he stroked himself into a mind numbing climax.

but just as he released everywhere, you followed shortly behind with your own squirt soaking those fingers and the sheets. Having full blown fucked yourself to tears! Needless to say, it had been a while since you’d came so it was a lot to come down from. The orgasms ripped though both of your bodies and left you trembling. Unashamed and unabashedly reveling in that afterglow together. But once your favorites met yet again, he’d give you that warming smile and the realization hit as to what just happened.

both of you having exponentially increased your own highs. And not wanting to come down anytime soon. “I swear you’re trouble..goddamn.” But it was him that had awoken that sultry side. Making you act in ways that you never would have normally…and he’d keep it happening until neither of you could even stand anymore stimulation and nearly fell asleep. Having steamy, nasty phone sex for nearly an hour. It was an insane experience! Disheveled and discombobulated, you guys eventually had to hang up and get some rest. “Goodnight..sweet dreams.” Giving him a kiss into the camera. “Trust me, imma sleep very well..” Eren’s lids half shut and dimmed in pure bliss as he returned your peck.

once you both disconnected and bid adieu, (y/n) sat with those feelings and thoughts as you glared up at the ceiling. Who knew how this would lead up and where this left you two but one thing was for certain: things would never be the same!

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Diavolo's dark desires

art by vellatrelle

Did you know curiosity is a sin? Diavolo becomes worried for a you who is consumed with asking questions and seeking answers. Despite the belief that you will not be missed, the importance of justice is always on his mind. The question arises of what punishment awaits you if you are caught pursuing your curiosity.

WARNING: 69 (Sex Position)Tentacle Sex Anal Fingering ,Anal Sex, Anal Play, Double Penetration, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Alternate Universe - Prison, Loss of Virginity, Mutual Masturbation, bl touches, Oral Sex, Oral

Happy valentines day! Extra filthy for you!

Stepping into Devildom was a complete culture shock that you faced with eagerness. After all, the tales of the stunningly beautiful fallen angels had spread far and wide. Despite the massive implications of living in a tri-dimensional reality, the world refused to accept the presence of the other realms that co-exist with us.

Demons and angels have long been enshrouded in mystery of the two concealed worlds they inhabited, with the religious implications being the most controversial of all. Unraveling the spiritual aspect of this emergence was unquestionably the most significant challenge. Yet, gazing into this extraordinary new universe changed life as you know it, rendering it impossible to turn away. If for no other reason than because the rumors of the beauty of the fallen angels were legendary.

Diavolo's presence was as alluring as it was disturbing. He was beautiful, but at the same time, his existence felt like a looming threat. The first day he answers the question on every human’s mind. Is religion correct? His cryptic words cause tension and curiosity.

"I am Diavolo the current lord of the underworld. They are right and wrong from what lore I do know," he said laughing. "There are so many versions it will take me a hundred of years to compare to what I have experienced. My mission is to bring balance to the worlds. Welcome, and let us learn from each other."

His enigmatic answer only amplified the unease pervading the air, inviting more questions that you hoped it might be willing to answer. What exactly does 'bringing balance to the worlds' mean? Is something out of balance therein? What consequences could unfurl? You were eager to discover the answers to these inquiries yet fearful of what the truth might entail. It doesn't sound like anything good to you.

Trying to communicate with the demons is absolutely petrifying. With salacious lust in their voices, they discuss how delectable mortals appear to them. Not with a hint of amusement or in a fun sexual way, but instead with a sinister plan to eagerly consume their prey's sweet, tender flesh. Detailing their craving for the sound of crunching bone and sucking out the marrow from within, they scheme of devouring hearts and licking the squishy eyes out and popping them like grapes between their fangs. Their longing for delicious human flesh is undeniable. Whispers of how they could probably eat one, and no one will notice. Yet they vigilantly respect Lord Diavolo's edict and never fail to obey his orders. This is always followed by a shudder when his name is mentioned.

The fallen angels are as sinister as the pure-blooded demons, ready to pounce and easily provoked. Somewhat ominously, they have a curious affectation towards their resurrected sister spirit, with whom they indulge in a profoundly uncanny courtship; they embrace her like a beloved, yet their embrace is that of a niece with their sister's spirit indelibly embedded in her. You couldn't wrap my head around what you were being told. The thought of it is simply too disturbing to comprehend. The avatars of sin live up to their names.

The angels may appear pleasant, but the air has a definite chill. Any questions about their past are met with a wall of silence, creating a feeling of distrust. Trouble finds them at every turn. Last but not least, the others. The strange beings can only be called chaotic, which makes sense because the classes are also chaotic. The history of devildom is sterile and makes little sense. Devildom's mysterious origins only add to the bedlam, creating a swirling hurricane of chaos.

After months of struggling to adapt, you were summoned to Diavolo's office. With a smirk of satisfaction on his dark face, his assistant Barbartos served tea as you warily took your seat. Diavolo seemed jovial, but you knew the devilish wheels in his head were turning.

"So, tell me what the problem is." He pauses, and you tell him nothing is the problem. Then, slyly suggested employing a Devildom liaison. Instantly, a chill ran up your spine as you vehemently rejected his suggestion. You could feel Barbartos' prying eyes on you, and your stomach dropped as he handed Diavolo your diary. The cloying scent of the tea was oppressive as the silence stretched between you.

"Is it because you have some reservations about Devildom?" Diavolo asked. The hollow thump in your chest echoed ominously, and you gulped down the bitter brew in your cup. Your fate was in Diavolo's hands.

"Where did you get that?" You ask, a hint of unease creeping into your voice. Diavolo gives a sinister chuckle as he abruptly opens it and reads the contents out loud.

"Very ardent pejorative opinions," Barbartos says ominously.

"Indeed. You seem uneasy," Diavolo purrs with a menacing gleam in his eye.

"I'm fine," you reply hastily. Diavolo arches one dark eyebrow and studies you intently, knitting his fingers and looking concerned.

Barbartos sighed deeply. After all the blood, sweat, and tears they put into retrofitting Devildom for humans, he couldn't help but wonder if they had done enough. But the inquisitive gleam in Diavolo's eyes was undeniable.

Before Barbartos had the chance to voice his concerns, Diavolo declared with a vast grin, "I think the best thing for you, little guest, would be to experience Devildom for yourself! And I'll escort you!" A thrill of excitement coursed through Barbartos at the idea, a hint of a smile spreading across his face. Because he knew what was to come. Before you could collect your thoughts, the moment was gone. He was pulling you away, not giving you any time to argue. You were frightened but also, somewhere deep within, excited. You had no idea where you were going, but you knew it would be amazing. The next thing you knew, you were in the air with the wind in your hair. The thrill of the unknown filled you as Diavolo swooped you away on an incredible adventure. You had no clue where you were headed, but you had never felt so alive. His grip was firm but gentle, and you knew that wherever you would go, he would be by your side. You were so excited about the adventure ahead!

He took your hand in his. Your heart raced, filled with adrenaline and warmth. You had thought he was deceiving you with a fake smile, but the look in his eyes told you he was sincere. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he twirled you around the mall, admiring all the extravagant displays of the latest fashion trends. You couldn't help but laugh at his child-like fascination with the new, modern inventions of humans. As he grabbed some cotton candy, he studied the wispy sugar cloud before placing it in his mouth. He was adorable as he tried to understand where it went when he put the sugar cloud in his mouth. Onlookers stared, your cheeks flushing with color. You giggled, and Diavolo looked at you with a seductive smile before he brushed your hair off your face. Diavolo's eyes pierced through yours as he leaned in, brushing his lips against your forehead in a gentle kiss. You couldn't decipher what you felt, just a flustering, warm sensation. But as you looked away, you noticed the dark glint in his eyes, and you couldn't help but wonder what else he was capable of.

As you walked, he entertained you with funny anecdotes and stories of his days creating the school. You listened intently, your attention never dwindling. They stopped in front of a jewelry store, and he pointed out some exquisite diamond pieces to you, asking your opinion about what looked best.

You proceeded to try on the different pieces, and when you chose a sparkling necklace, his eyes lit up and he said, "That one looks perfect on you. You should definitely keep it," with a mischievous smile on his face.

You protested lightly, of course, but eventually gave in and said, “how could I resist your sweet gesture?”

He shook his head and said, “You can’t, and I knew it!” You both laughed before he led you to the register, where he paid for the necklace and presented it to you with a grand gesture. You two shared a brief laugh before he moved to the register. With a grand gesture, Diavolo gave it to you. Your heart fluttered as you opened the box, and the necklace shimmered in the light. Speechless, you put your hand to your mouth. In awe, all you could whisper was, "Wow."

"It's not as beautiful as you," Diavolo said with a mischievous glint. You thanked him, feeling a tapestry of emotions ripple within your chest. Hand-in-hand, the two of you walked out of the store with heartfelt smiles. The air was alive with bliss and anticipation as you looked forward to more dates.

I hope you made up your mind to stay. His penetrating gaze fixed upon you as he spoke earnestly and passionately.

"It is important for you to keep your grades up. Tell me, what you wrote in your diary—were those your true feelings?"

A tremor ran through your body as you struggled to keep a brave expression. Still, you could feel every bit of your being burning under Diavolo's penetrating gaze. You shift under that intense gaze of those strangely appealing eyes. You felt forced to answer.

You reluctantly admitted, "Yes, those feelings had been true then." His gaze suddenly sharpened as he stepped closer, staring intently into your soul. His stern voice demanded an answer.

"Will you vow to stay and put those thoughts behind you?" he asked as something shifted in his presence. Instead of this being like a romantic date, it feels like a wolf that has isolated a sheep. Your pulse started to skyrocket as you felt a trembling in the depths of your being. The magnitude of this decision was immense, and you knew you had to choose what was best for your future. Could you summon the strength to give your reply?

You are about to answer when your breath catches as you detect a slight, almost imperceptible shift in his presence as he spots something beyond you.

"Stay here. I saw someone that should not be here," Diavolo orders before striding off, leaving you feeling both scared and excited. He disappeared into the crowd, mumbling how he wanted one moment for himself. He left you to contemplate if you wish to stay. Before this, you would have instantly begged to go home. But perhaps not everything is as bad as you thought. This is culture shock; you know you're not adapting well. As he fades out of view, you realize you have the opportunity to explore a world that most don't see. A world of mystery and danger that can prove even more thrilling than you originally thought.

As these thoughts ran through your mind, something grabbed your attention. A movement out of the corner of your eye. Had that alleyway always been there? Were you standing here before? You question yourself. You look down the alleyway and shudder. It was like looking into the abyss, and it had looked back. A strange and powerful force pulled you down that alleyway, shocking you out of your trance. You hear faint whispers, which seem to guide you further down the path. You sense that you are getting closer to something important that could give you many more answers than you could have imagined.

You slowly take a deep breath as you venture into the void of the alleyway. You were aware that something strange was happening, and your heart began to race. You took a deep breath and felt the adrenaline rush through your veins. The air was thick with the smell of mystery and anticipation. You could feel a strange energy around you and wondered what this new path would bring. Your curiosity was enough to make you take a few steps forward and find out what lay beyond. You could feel your skin prickling with mystery and anticipation, your heart beating faster and faster as you slowly moved closer to the unknown. You were ready for the adventure that was about to come. Carefully navigating through the uncharted darkness, you notice how the pleasant stone buildings become harsh and imposing. The texture changes under your touch as you keep going. You find yourself standing in the middle of a courtyard, surrounded by towering structures of flesh, their walls pulsing with a feverish heat that you can almost feel seeping into your skin. The chill of the night dissipates in an instant, replaced by a warm and inviting sensation that invades your senses as if you are being enveloped by the heavy breath of the buildings. The chill of the night air is replaced by a warm and inviting energy that emanates from the walls themselves. Alarmed, excited, and intrigued, your gaze turns to the center of the courtyard, and you realize that the darkness here is far from false - in fact, this place is alive. There was no false sky here. Here, there was a fast darkness as one looked up.

The streetlights barely illuminate the darkness, and you feel a sense of apprehension with each step you take as you use your hand to guide you along. As the end of the alley looms, colossal structures are made of shifting flesh. You feel a tingle of excitement and slight fear as you take in your new surroundings. Your eyes settle on the figure in the center of the courtyard.

His presence is commanding, yet he guards carefully over the area. His mere presence is enough to keep any intruders away. You see his lips move ever so slightly as if he were reciting a chant under his breath. As he notices your presence, he stares back. You feel as if time has suddenly stopped, and each second stretches on forever. You are paralyzed with fear, but as his gaze passes over you, he gives you a slight nod of acknowledgment, and a tentacle slithers out to grab your ankle. You are dragged to the powerful demon. Its name is YaalNalgroth and its presence fills your mind with an undercurrent of danger and anticipation as its forked tongue snakes out to lick your face.

"How...How do I know your name?" You squeaked, trying to control the fear and shivers that ran down your spine as his tentacles caressed you lewdly, ripping your clothes off and leaving you to squirm and struggle. Yaal smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Such a curious little treat. Always asking questions. Always wanting more. Looking for answers. You know that's a sin?" he said slowly, his tentacles wrapping tightly around you as he slithered into your mind. "You’re craving to taste the forbidden fruit that is knowledge is delicious and tantalizing. It reminds me of the first. Diavolo wasn't in being and may not be aware of his deep-seated yearning for you," Yaal savors you again. His long, forked tongue lathing your flesh. Yaal savors you again, his lips parting against your skin, sending electrifying shivers coursing through your body. His moans of pleasure speak the truth. His long, forked tongue tantalizingly trailed over your body, teasing, and tasting every inch of you, intensifying your craving for knowledge and feeding his desire for you.

Yaal pulled you close as he purred softly in your ear. "Can't you feel it? You are the forbidden fruit here. He won't notice if I take a larger sip of your sweet nectar, my love." He carefully lowered you to the hot, writhing mass of bodies below. As you lay there, you soon realize that they are not in the act of pleasure anymore but instead in pain, for they are shapeless lovers in a perpetual state of ecstasy. As Yaal feeds you knowledge, you can feel yourself slowly ripening, as if anticipating the forbidden fruit of knowledge before you. Suddenly, you both are cast back to the moment when YaalNalgroth was born, when the first woman sunk her teeth into the lusciously soft flesh of the illicit fruit.

Just as Yaal was about to take a sip, you writhed, ready to let him. You are poised in front of his lips when you cry out in surprise and are suddenly faced with the formidable presence of Barbatos. Yaal's invading memories flood your mind as part of his ripening. Barbato's wasn't there to save you.

Barbato's' voice was stern and firm as he commanded Yaal, "Duke YaalNalgroth. Please, stop corrupting what is not yours." Yaal immediately released you and stepped back, clearly overwhelmed by the power of Barbato's' voice.

Diavolo suddenly appeared, an intimidating sight in his true form. He was magnificent and fierce and stood tall, staring down at you with pity. His horns were broad and curved inwards, adorned with gold decoration. His four wings were a dark red and black mix, the ends sparkling with golden embellishments. Over his shoulder draped a black-furred shawl, upon which sat a striking gold pendant with multiple bat wings, the center emblazoned with a red jewel. On his arms were six rows of golden triangle patterns punctuated by black vertical markings across his torso. He wore black harem-style pants, with two gold chains and a set of red jewel pendants on each side, draped in a white cloth with a pattern of golden designs. His whole appearance made it clear that he was an entity to be reverenced.

Diavolo's voice turned sinister as he conversed, an unsettling calmness in his tone. "I distinctly recall telling you to leave her to me," he hissed, his eyes narrowing in discontent. But, just as quickly, his expression softened into one of worry, his brows furrowing in false concern. He tried to mask it with a gentle smile, but the blazing fire in his eyes betrayed his true intentions.

"My apologies, sir, but I simply cannot stand idly by as such a delicate and alluring creature slips through your fingers," Barbatos pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion. "I fear that your gentle nature will lead you to release her, and I cannot bear the thought of her being lost to us forever. I know you only wish for peace and harmony within our realm, but I could not help but intervene. I did not seem to overstep my position. But perhaps what I say next might. The risk is worth it, for I cannot bear to see you lose her." Barbatos was saying as he reached into Diavolo's pants. Barbados’s words and touch sent a delicious shiver down Diavolo's spine. He knew he should push him away, but the forbidden pleasure was too irresistible. Little did he know this moment would change everything. His words felt like they were caressing his soul. Barbatos delved deeper into the forbidden territory of Diavolo's pants. The thrill of potentially overstepping my boundaries only fueled the desire in the air.

Your mind is drowning in a sea of overwhelming knowledge, causing you to feel lost and disoriented. Reality seems to be slipping away as you struggle to understand it all. Just as a question form in your mind, the answer floods in, overwhelming you further. It's almost as if you were set up for this chaos. And indeed, you were. Barbatos had orchestrated this situation, his calculating hand at play figuratively and literally as he continued to sensually play with Diavolo's hardening wood. And for what? For his master, the one who stood above you with a tantalizing glint in his eye, his desire palpable as he watches your tender body quiver under his gaze. Barbatos stroke his ever-growing bulge. All of this was for his own twisted pleasure, and you were nothing but a pawn in their wicked game.

"That's true," Diavolo gasped, the words dripping with a primal need. Pre-cum dribbling from his engorged head. "My goal is always at the forefront of my mind, consuming every waking moment. I've had little time to indulge in my deepest desires." Diavolo let out a tortured moan as his throbbing length was expertly caressed by Barbato's slick hand. The hunger in his eyes was palpable, his desire for you a constant ache in his demon heart. The intensity of his longing sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned as fiercely as his own.

"And yet you deny yourself any pleasure," Barbatos’s voice cut through the air like a whip, causing Diavolo to flinch. "When was the last time you took something for yourself, sir? Something purely for your own satisfaction?" Diavolo remained silent, his guilt evident in his trembling body. His duty as the ruler of the underworld had always been at the forefront of his mind, leaving little room for his own wants and desires. But Barbatos refused to let him continue this self-destructive path.

"You are a demon, sir. A demon with primal needs and urges," the butler's voice dripped with urgency and longing. "And this young, nubile body before you is a delectable treat waiting to be savored." At Barbatos's encouragement, Diavolo's resolve crumbled, and he collapsed between your legs, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he hungrily gazed at your body. With Barbatos's loving guidance, he positioned himself at your entrance, his rock-hard cock throbbing with need. But even in this moment of passion, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disgust towards Barbatos, whose devotion to Diavolo bordered on obsession. You knew he was nothing more than a simp, jerking off his own master in a desperate attempt to please him.

"Dammit! You monsters!" You scream, tears stream down your face as you struggle against their tight grip. "How could you do this to me? I trusted you!" Your heart aches as you realize the magnitude of their betrayal. "I just want to go home!" Diavolo's features shifted instantly, a wave of sorrow washing over his usually proud expression. But you knew deep down it was all just an act. You could see it in how his eyes didn't quite reflect the sadness in his words.

"Breaking a contract with a demon is a grave mistake," he continued, his voice laced with disappointment. "And yet, you dared to venture into forbidden territory. Now, you can never return home. A contract is a contract, such is the law of devildom, and now you must face the consequences." His words hit you like a ton of bricks, crushing any hope of escape.

"I can't believe I fell for your lies," you whisper, defeated. "I never stood a chance against your magic."

Your eyes shift to Barbatos, who calmly strokes his master as if nothing is amiss. You glared at him, defiance burning as they loomed over you. But your anger was soon redirected as Barbatos, the mastermind behind this situation, caught your attention. His hand expertly stroked Diavolo's length, a smug smile playing on his lips as he saw your reaction. Your glare intensified, but Barbatos merely brushed it off with a wave of his hand. Your protests were silenced, just like your chances of ever leaving this cursed place. Panic sets in as you realize the full extent of their power. They are demons, after all. Diavolo and Barbatos exchange a satisfied smirk before turning to you with dark intentions. You know you will never be able to return home at that moment. This is your new reality - a cruel and manipulative demon world ruled by those who tricked and betrayed you. As they hover over you, a sense of dread washes over you, and you can only hope to survive in this hellish new existence.

“That’s right, master. She can’t be allowed to leave after everything she has seen. Listen to me, Master," Barbatos spoke with a sinister glint in his eye. "She cannot be allowed to leave. She has witnessed our forbidden world and willingly indulged in our secrets. She is a treacherous sinner who succumbed to temptation. She chose to break the rules. No one made her. She's a sinner who gave in to temptation. Now, we must decide what to do with her. Maybe we should wait until Master Diavolo has had his fun to punish her properly."

He parted your lips, readying you for Diavolo's upcoming pleasure. The demon prince himself seemed to be struggling with conflicting thoughts.

"Yes, I wanted her in my own way, but this...it feels wrong," he mumbled, his gaze fixed on you. Suddenly, his eyes widened with a predatory glint as he saw something that made his mouth water. "She's a virgin," he exclaimed, drooling, and licking his lips. "I cannot force myself upon her. It goes against everything I stand for."

The atmosphere grew thick with tension as Barbatos and Diavolo contemplated their next move. The fate of the innocent young woman lay in their hands, and they had all the power to decide her demise. For a brief moment, hope blooms in your chest. With an intense gaze that seemed to pierce through your very being, Diavolo's eyes remained fixated on your exposed sex. There was an unsettling aura of dominance and desire emanating from him, leaving you chained to the spot with a mix of fear and anticipation. You couldn't help but shiver at the thought of what he might do next, with his unwavering stare holding you captive in a moment of intense vulnerability.

"My lord, wait until she is fully prepared. I comprehend your desire. It has been an eternity since you have indulged in such a luscious prize. Humans are no more than mere rabbits in this age. A virgin, my dear lord, is an exquisite and scarce delicacy," Barbatos purrs seductively into his ear. A sly grin spread across his face. "Do not deny yourself the pleasure of savoring every last drop of her innocence and submission." Diavolo's eyes darken with a lustful hunger as he bears his fangs, ready to claim you as his own. "Patience, my lord, for the ultimate reward will be worth the wait."

The anticipation builds as Diavolo's dominant aura fills the space between you, sending shivers down your spine. Your body trembles with both fear and desire, knowing that you are at the mercy of this powerful demon lord. Time stands still as you wait, your body aching for his touch. The air fills with an electric tension as Diavolo's hand slowly reaches out to claim you as his possession. The moment has finally arrived, and there is no turning back.

"There are other ways to punish her for her sins. There are countless avenues to exact vengeance upon her for her grave transgressions," Diavolo chuckled darkly, his predatory instincts taking over. His thirst for justice consumed him. "We shall leave no option unexplored. For it is my birthright. My duty as the merciless enforcer of punishment," he snarled, his gaze smoldering with fiery intent. "She shall suffer for her insolence, and I shall revel in my dominance over her. She shall witness the consequences of daring to trespass into our realm with wickedness in her heart, attempting to disrupt the balance by divulging our sacred secrets."

You trembled at the thought of what they had in store for you. Your blood ran cold at the mere thought of what lay ahead. The powerful demons, their dark intentions hidden beneath their deceptive beauty, had you entirely under their control. As they whispered amongst themselves, a sense of terror consumed you, battling with the enticing rush of arousal surging through your body. You had never intended to sabotage the balance. You simply wanted answers for your own sake, but now you were at the mercy of their twisted desires. Dread knotted in your stomach as you recalled your foolish mistake of meddling with their affairs. You had only sought answers, but now you were at their mercy, a mere plaything for their sadistic desires.

Barbatos, the cruelest of them all, leaned in close, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. Barbatos leaned in close to you, his voice dripping with malice. "You should have known better than to meddle in our affairs," he sneered. "Now, you will face the consequences for your curiosity." With a swift movement, his clawed hand gripped your neck, his grip tight and unyielding. Your heart raced as you watched his demon eyes glint with sadistic pleasure. You couldn't even find the strength to speak as he grabbed you, his claws digging into your flesh. Yaal's laughter echoed in your ears as they reveled in your fear. In that moment, you knew that you were truly at the mercy of these creatures from the depths of hell.

"I am about to break the crippling silence spell, for my master relishes in the sound of his lover's voice – be it pained screams or blissful moans. Do not dare to be a nuisance and attempt to rationalize your way out, for I warn you, I shall invoke a most unpleasant consequence," Barbatos murmured coolly, his voice dripping with a menacing undertone.Diavolo, the most feared demon in all of devildom, stepped closer with a sinister grin on his handsome face. Yaal's long, slimy tentacles encircled you, holding you in place as Diavolo's deep, rumbling voice filled the room.

"You see, my dear, your fear is a delicacy for us demons. And I assure you, Yaal here knows exactly how to prepare it perfectly." His hot breath tickled your ear, and you could feel the heat of his body radiating towards you. Your heart raced as you realized the true extent of your situation. A cold chill ran down your spine as Diavolo ran his sharp claws across your exposed neck. The only thing keeping you from falling to the ground was Yaal's firm hold on your body. You were entirely at their mercy, and there was no escape.

"This is just the beginning of your punishment," he growled, his voice laced with a dark promise. "Consider this a taste of what's to come until I fully decide how to make you pay." As his fingers trailed down your exposed body, you couldn't help but shudder at their menacing touch. You could do nothing but shake at their intimidating presence, trapped in a forbidden world with no escape. You knew this would be a night you would never forget. A night of sin and punishment, of forbidden and dark desires. An innocent soul drawn into the dangerous world of demons.

Yaal bent you to expose your pussy to Diavolo, who pressed his body to yours. Gripping your ass, he parts you wide. You scream in terror that he is going to eat you. But as he chomps down, you realize he is not eating you as you had expected.

A wicked smile spread across Yaal's face as he was ordered to reveal your exposed pussy to the powerful demon, Diavolo. Your heart pounded as Yaal bent your legs, exposing a tantalizing sliver of your delicate folds. Your calves were spread apart, one on each side of Diavolo's massive body, as he pressed himself against you. The intensity of his presence made you tremble with fear and desire. With one hand gripping your ass, Diavolo spread you open, baring you completely to his hungry gaze. A bloodcurdling scream escaped your lips as you imagined the imminent attack on your vulnerable body. But to your shock, Diavolo's sharp teeth did not pierce your skin. Instead, he devoured your fear and pleasure with a savage hunger, leaving you trembling with a mixture of terror and intense ecstasy.

As Diavolo ravished your body, every nerve in your body was on fire with pleasure. His tongue and fingers explored every inch of your tight hole, igniting sensations you had never experienced before. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you surrendered to the overpowering pleasure, a mix of surrender and desire filling your mind. At that moment, you knew that you would never be the same after this encounter with the Devil himself. As he ravished your body, you were overcome with wild desire, moaning and begging for more of his merciless devouring. His tongue and fingers delve into your tight hole.

With a gasp, you felt Diavolo's horns digging into your hips, the rough edges adding to the intensity of his touch. His face was pressed against your hot dripping pussy, his moan filled with longing and desire. The throbbing heat of his cock rubbed against your face, making your heart race and your body ache with need. "It's been too long," he groaned, his voice laced with desperation. Your blood rushed through your veins, heat pooling between your legs as you felt the overwhelming desire for him coursing through you. His hot throbbing cock is in your face as you feel all your blood rushing to your head and cunt. With each gasp and moan, your body trembled with excitement as Diavolo continued to ravish you with his tongue. His hands gripped your ass possessively, his horned head bobbing with each movement, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Put that mouth to use. Open wide and suck your Master," Barbatos says, shoving Diavolo's cock in your mouth. It's hard to breathe with his large length stuffing down your throat. Your cheeks are hollow, and your eyes water, but you can only moan in response as Barbatos uses you for his and Diavolo’s pleasure. You are nothing but a mere plaything, helplessly at his mercy, and you embrace it with unbridled fervor. Every touch, every command, ignites a chaotic desire within you, leaving you trembling with a thirst to be claimed by him. It's inexplicable, this unwavering pull towards him and the conflicting emotions it stirs. Despite knowing the danger, you can't resist the allure of being his possession. It incites a burning inquiry in your mind - how can something so devastating also be so irresistible? You should despise this captivity, but instead, you crave what it brings.

"Submit to your Master's desires," Barbato's demands, thrusting Diavolo's cock even deeper into your mouth. You can feel the overwhelming power and dominance radiating from him as your senses are consumed by his taste and smell. You try to pull back, but Barbatos holds your head firmly in place, making you feel completely helpless. The pain and pleasure mix together as you are forced to take in every inch of Diavolo's throbbing length. Just when you think you can't take anymore, Barbatos releases the hold on your head, and you gasp for air, only to have another explosion of Diavolo's hot juices hit the back of your throat. You can't help but moan in ecstasy as your Master marks you as his own. But just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he pulled away, leaving you aching and unsatisfied.

"You're not done yet," he growled, his intense eyes daring you to deny him. And like a flame igniting, all the pent-up desire and longing exploded within you. His voice was a low rumble, his piercing gaze holding you captive. But instead of fear, all you felt was a fire igniting deep within you. It was as if his words were a trigger, unleashing all the repressed desire and longing that had been simmering beneath the surface. Yaal pushes you back onto the bed of writhing flesh, Diavolo's hand grazing your skin and sending shivers down your spine. Diavolo strode towards you, his aura radiating danger and temptation. You couldn't resist the pull, lurching towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck, craving his touch like a drug.

"Why do I feel so drawn to you?" You couldn't help but ask, your voice trembling with want. But Yaal just chuckled wickedly, his eyes gleaming with mischief and knowing.

"Oh, she still hasn't learned her lesson," he smirked, reveling in the dangerous game unfolding before him. And you couldn't deny it because, at that moment, you were willing to play with the Devil himself, consumed by an insatiable hunger for more.

With a wicked smirk on his face, Diavolo stands before you, a demon who has cunningly prepared you for your impending punishment. Your heart races in fear as he pounces on you, his body pulsing with dark desire. He thrusts himself into you with brutal force, violating your innocence as he revels in the feeling of your tight and raw walls clenching around him. The pain is intense, and you can't help but gasp in shock and pain, raking your nails down his flesh in protest. But Diavolo only moans in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy at the power he holds over you.

"Behold, little human," he purrs, his voice dripping with malice. "This is what happens to those who dare to threaten the balance in my kingdom." He uses you to satisfy his urges, reveling in the control he exerts over your body. He believes this is for the best, for it keeps his darker desires in check. But for you, it is a nightmare as you realize the true monstrous nature of the demon before you.

Your bodies moved in a primal rhythm, a dance of passion and need, as you both gave in to the overwhelming desire that consumed you. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The world could have burned around you, and you wouldn't have cared as long as you were lost in this fiery embrace with the powerful and seductive demon before you. It was a passionate and intense moment, a battle of wills and desire that left you breathless and fulfilled.

"But why?" your mind questions. But you pushed those thoughts aside as Diavolo finally claimed you as his own, his possessive growls and desperate thrusts filling the room as he finally allowed himself to indulge in the pleasure he so desperately craved.

Despite the overwhelming pull towards his ultimate goal, Diavolo couldn't resist the alluring temptation of your body. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was a fleeting taste of bliss that he couldn't get enough of. With a lustful desperation, he surrendered to the pleasure, his body and soul consumed by the insatiable hunger for you. At that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating sensation of your body against him, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. As he surrendered to the raw and carnal urges, Diavolo couldn't help but wonder if this was what true desire felt like, a primal force that could bring even the most powerful demon to his knees. He needs to temper his urges.

The depth of Diavolo's wickedness knows no bounds, as his most nefarious impulses are rooted in a twisted desire for power and domination. Like a puppet master pulling the strings of his unsuspecting victims, Diavolo thrives on instilling fear and using intimidation tactics to manipulate those around him. His tyrannical reign is further fueled by his disdain for humanity and its perceived weaknesses. With a merciless gaze, he reveals the differences between species, relishing his power over them. But harnessing fear as a means of control is a treacherous game that consumes even the most diabolical of minds. It is a trait that speaks volumes of his depravity and lack of empathy, a dangerous combination that threatens all who dare to cross his path.

"Ah! Oh, oh, oh, please. Why?" you moaned.

"Barbatos. I can still see some defiant questioning in her eyes. I like her other cute noises better. I have some questions myself. Do you know what will look cute? I think Barbato's cock in your mouth might be cute? What do you think, Barbatos?" Diavolo asked looking to Barbatos. Barbatos nodded slightly, clearly understanding the unspoken threat in Diavolo's words. Fear and intimidation were Diavolo's favorite weapons, and he reveled in seeing the terror in others' eyes. His judgmental attitude towards humans only fueled his desire to control and manipulate them, relishing his power over their lives. And as you lay there, trembling with terror, you couldn't help but wonder if there was any humanity left in this diabolical creature.

As you watched Diavolo's cheerful expression morph into a cruel sneer, a sense of unease washed over you. Despite his charming persona and love for fun, it was clear that there was darkness lingering beneath the surface. With a commanding voice, he barked at you to obey his every command without hesitation. He saw himself as a superior being and expected others to bow down to him. You couldn't help but feel a chill run down your spine as you were suddenly thrown to the ground, your hands forced behind your back. Tenacles wrapping around your throat and upper body, lifting your front.

Diavolo towered over you, his rich crimson eyes burning with a menacing glint. It was then that you realized how terrifying he could genuinely be. His carefree nature was just a facade, masking a ruler's dangerous and calculating mind. Your heart pounded in your chest as Diavolo leaned in close, his hot breath on your neck as he hissed, "How dare you question me, mortal."

His grip on your wrists tightened, and you winced in pain as he snarled, "I have no tolerance for insolence. You are nothing but a mere toy in my game, and I will not hesitate to dispose of toys that do not obey." The fear in his voice sent shivers down your spine, and you knew that you were at the mercy of a powerful and unpredictable ruler. At that moment, your innocent curiosity about Diavolo gave way to a deep-seated fear and realization of the true extent of his power. You were just a player in his grand scheme, and you could only hope to survive as a plaything in a game controlled by a dictator.

He exuded an aura of dominance and superiority, his very presence commanding obedience and submission. You couldn't help but feel a chill run down your spine as you watched him mercilessly exert his power over those around him. There was no denying that Diavolo had a thirst for control, and he wielded fear and intimidation as his weapons. You could see the traces of his tyrannical tendencies lurking beneath his charming facade. It was a dangerous combination that could bring about destruction and chaos at any moment. Desperate for guidance and salvation, you turned to Barbatos, hoping for some glimmer of humanity in this cruel realm. But all you received was a blank, emotionless stare mirroring Diavolo's coldness. Even his most loyal advisor seemed to share the same heartlessness and lack of mercy. And as you reluctantly opened your mouth to do as you were told, you couldn't help but fear for your future in this dark and twisted world.

"YaalNaGroth," Diavolo's voice boomed through the dark. The demon lord's golden eyes gleamed with admiration as he gazed upon you, his loyal follower, kneeling before him. The flickering light of the torches cast shadows across your face, contrasting with the wicked smile that played upon Diavolo's lips.

"You have proven your loyalty to me time and time again," he continued, his voice dripping with admiration. "And for that, I shall grant you a most exquisite treat." A wave of anticipation washed over you at his words, your heart racing in anticipation of what would come.

"As a reward for your unwavering loyalty, I offer you the ultimate pleasure," he purred, his hand trailing down to grip your chin and tilt your head up to meet Barbato's smoldering gaze. He grips your jaw to open your mouth wider for the Butler. "Unleash your wicked tentacles upon this pure and innocent maiden's untouched flesh." A wicked grin spread across his face as he gestured to your trembling form, your eyes wide with fear and your delicate features twisted in terror. Your mouth went dry as you realized the true extent of Diavolo's intentions. Gripping your chin tighter, Diavolo leaned in to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Her virgin asshole," he murmured, his thumb circling the tight ring of muscle. You gasped, both in fear and arousal, at the thought of what was to come. Diavolo's hand slid down to your hips, holding you in place as he roughly thrusts his cock back into your sore and bruised pussy. The combination of pain and pleasure sent shocks of arousal through your body, your blood boiling with a heady mix of emotions. But amidst the chaos, Diavolo's following words gave Yaal pause.

"Listen carefully, YaalNaGroth," Diavolo's voice was filled with amusement as he leaned in closer to you, spitting on your ass and causing you to flinch from the warm liquid trickling down your crack. "This particular one is not to be broken like the others. She is a special plaything for me," he continued, gleaming of mischief in his eyes. He gestured towards you, his thumb still inside your tight asshole, as he spoke.

"Once you finish, I intend to have fun with her. But do not mistake my words. I will not tolerate any excessive cruelty towards her. If she proves unworthy, I reserve the right to punish her severely." Diavolo's lips curved into a wicked smile as he watched the anticipation and desire flicker across your face.

"But do not let that discourage you from using all your tentacles to fully ravish this innocent creature," he added with a playful chuckle, thrusting his thumb in and out of your ass for emphasis.

Without a moment's hesitation, Yaal summoned his tentacles. These sinister appendages were seemingly alive and eager to explore the depths of your body. With a sadistic smirk, he watched as your body trembled in fear and pleasure. His dark eyes were filled with a hunger that could not be satiated. This lust could only be satisfied by indulging in his most twisted desires.

Meanwhile, Barbatos thrust himself between your swollen lips, his leaking cock easily sliding down your throat. You gagged and choked, but he paid no heed. His mind solely focused on dominating and claiming his pleasurable reward.

"She does look cute with my cock in her mouth," He panted as if he was pondering the aesthetics seriously. His hands held your head in place, forcing you to take every inch of him until your mouth was overflowing with him. As Barbatos ravaged your mouth, Yaal's tentacles began their merciless assault on your body. They slithered and coiled around your limbs, wrapping tightly and leaving red marks in their wake. They moved with a purpose, seeking out every sensitive spot on your body and causing you to cry out in both pleasure and pain.

But it was not just your limbs that Yaal's tentacles explored. They also delve deep into your most intimate areas, finding and stimulating every hidden nerve. Your moans and cries only spurred them on, urging them to push harder and deeper until you were writhing and begging for more. The two demons continued to pleasure you. You could feel Diavolo's eyes on you. His amusement at your predicament was evident in the wicked smile on his face, and his approval only fueled the demons' desires. With every thrust of Barbatos and every squeeze of Yaal's tentacles, you were brought closer to the edge of ecstasy. Your body was a playground for their twisted desires, entirely at the mercy of their insatiable hunger. And when the combined efforts of the two demons finally pushed you over the edge, you were overcome with a mind-shattering climax, your body spasming uncontrollably as you surrendered to their wicked desires.

Diavolo's thrusts were forceful and unrelenting, his hips slamming into yours with a primal need. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air as his fingers dug into your hips, holding you tightly in place. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, building up an intense heat within you. But it was Yaal's tentacles that indeed drove you over the edge. The slimy appendages wrapped around your body, trailing over every inch of your skin with precise and calculated movements. Their slippery touch sent shivers down your spine as they toyed with your sensitive flesh, amplifying every sensation and heightening your pleasure to unbearable levels, consumed by their insatiable lust and twisted desires. The mixture of Diavolo's powerful thrusts and Yaal's relentless tentacles was overwhelming, taking you to the brink of ecstasy with each passing moment.

As the onslaught continued, your body was pushed to its limits. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask for mercy. Asking questions can lead to more punishment. You wanted more, needed more of this intense and forbidden pleasure. And then, just as you thought you couldn't take anymore, Yaal's tentacles tightened around you, focusing their attention on your most sensitive areas. The pleasure was too much to bear, and with one final thrust from Diavolo, you were overcome by a mind-shattering climax.

Your body convulsed in pleasure, writhing and quivering as the waves of ecstasy washed over you. Your moans and cries filled the air as you surrendered utterly to the delight these wicked creatures had brought upon you. You were nothing but a vessel for their insatiable desires, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure that they bestowed upon you. And as the tremors of your climax subsided, you were left spent and panting, these demons who had taken you to heights of pleasure you never knew existed.

The night was consumed by unbridled lust, your tentacles ravaging every inch of the mortal woman's body until you were shaking and completely spent. You could feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at having pleased your powerful Master, Diavolo, to such an extent. But even as you lay panting and dripping with sweat and cum before him, you were not done. Three insatiable demons descended upon you, their relentless desires tearing through you in an intoxicating frenzy of pleasure and sin.

When it was all over, you were left as a convulsive, exhausted heap, filled to the brim with the remnants of their lustful desires. But even then, your Master's attention did not wane as Barbatos swooped in to care for you, treating you like the most precious of Diavolo's treasures.

He created a prison of comfort for you, manipulating time itself so that you would not even know how much had passed. As Diavolo indulged in his human concubine, you were kept safe and cared for by Barbatos, ensuring that you would never escape or feel neglected. Barbatos' words echoed in your mind as he stroked your hair gently, soothing you after your intense ordeal.

You are a human concubine chosen by the Prince of Devildom himself. You were subjected to unimaginable pleasures and pains every night, all at the mercy of Diavolo and his servants. With each passing night, you found yourself becoming more and more lost in the frenzy of passion and debauchery, unable to resist the temptations and pleasures that surrounded you. Under the guidance of Diavolo and his experienced demons, you were trained to become the ultimate pleasure object, fulfilling every desire and whim of the prince's insatiable appetite.

But this night was different. As exhaustion finally overtook you, you were overwhelmed with pride and fulfillment. You had pleased your Master, and that was all that mattered. And as you lay trembling and covered in their cum, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at being able to bring such pleasure to powerful demons. But the night was far from over. As if sensing your heightened state, Diavolo signaled for his two companions, the powerful demons Lucifer and Mammon, to join in. You were mercilessly ravaged by the three of them, unable to resist their commanding presence and insatiable lust. Amidst the frenzy, Barbatos remained by your side, his gentle touch comforting you as he watched over you.

A prized possession of Diavolo and his trusted servant, and as you drifted off to sleep, fatigue and contentment washing over you, you couldn't help but wonder what pleasures awaited you in the coming nights.

Barbatos reported, a hint of a sly smirk on his lips as he looked down at you, satisfied with his work. Diavolo was grateful for Barbatos' efforts to make sure you were well taken care of in your captivity. Diavolo chuckled, a dark and possessive gleam in his eyes as he ran a hand through your hair, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

"She looks so beautiful, completely ruined, and yet still begging for more. I knew she was the perfect choice, Barbatos. I could never tire of such a devoted and insatiable lover. She keeps the others in line waiting for a taste."

You couldn't help but moan at Diavolo's words, feeling a renewed surge of arousal at his possessive hold on you. As he claimed you once again, you couldn't help but feel grateful to be at the mercy of such powerful and passionate beings. When the night finally ended, you were left exhausted and covered in marks and bruises but also fulfilled and satisfied in a way you never thought possible.

"Yes, Master. There is a reason we make sure all the humans have no family looking for them," Barbatos agreed. As you fell into a deep and contented sleep, you knew that you had found your true purpose and pleasure in serving your Master and his demons, willing to do whatever it took to please them and be by their side. They both held you with love and care.

#obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #jjba diavolo #obey diavolo #obey me #obey me fanfic

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babytarttdoodoo · 9 months

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This isn't a fic request (though I am looking forward to a lot you've got on your pending list!!) but you write Roy x Jamie so nicely as an established couple. Would love to know your thoughts on how they get together and how that relationship works?

Oh, gosh, well, thank you for asking! This all may well make it into a longer fic one day but in the meantime have my disjointed ramblings.

Firstly, I do think it would be a decent amount of time after canon before they got around to it. Like, a year at least.

Roy is taking steps to work on himself (namely, he has to deal with his temper and communication before they would ever be able to work) and needs space to work through that. Jamie is also experiencing probably the most stable period of his life he's ever had and deserves time to enjoy it.

If we think that Colin and Michael's kiss didn't cause an absolute riot in-universe, I could see Jamie coming out as bi (even if only to take the heat off Colin) and dating a few men publicly. We love a sexy little king getting to safely explore his sexuality with a rabidly invested support network around him. This could also be what triggers Roy to start thinking about him in that way.

Might be controversial but I don't think either he or Roy would have a lot of experience being involved with other men from pre-canon. Between football culture and the potential risk to their careers, women were just an easier option. I do, however, believe Roy knows he's attracted to men (20 years in locker rooms pls), but is just repressed enough to have never seriously considered that his fixation on Jamie might be romantic or sexual in nature.

Realising he feels jealous is a genuine surprise. It's probably still a while before he does anything about it.

Honestly torn between ' a heat of the moment kiss followed by lots of Talking' or 'Roy invites Jamie to dinner and A Very Mature Conversation'. Either way, they definitely need to talk extensively before anything happens.

Roy is Jamie's manager. Yes, I know there are instances of it happening in the women's game and being fine. A relationship between two very famous male sports personalities would, unfortunately, be a whole different kettle of fish.

Therefore they agree to:

Go slow and feel out if this could even work before getting too deep.

Having a few confidantes in the know (Keeley, Georgie, Rebecca, maybe Beard) so they're not in a closed loop of secrecy with each other.

Keeping professional decisions out of it as much as possible.

That last one is contentious because so much of who they are individually and to each other is tied up in football. When they do, in fact, think they can have a serious relationship, it becomes apparent very quickly that they also have to tell the team. One, because it will keep them accountable; two, because the number of times they're nearly caught fooling around is genuinely ridiculous.

Roy smiles at Jamie a lot. It's a bone-chilling sight without context.

Jamie will move to another team eventually. It's what makes sense for his development and career path. I have more thoughts on that trajectory but for this I'll just say that, when he starts getting offers, he does consider that it might make keeping his work and personal lives separate a lot easier.

There are a lot of good times. They understand each other extremely well. They push each other towards self-improvement across the board. Jamie is wonderful with Phoebe. Roy and Simon develop a baked goods based bromance.

There are some tough times. Their careers takes them all over the country and beyond. Distance strains them. They both internalise a lot of negative feelings for fear of ruining what they do have.

(They each think the other deserves better. They are idiots.)

But talking to each other always gets them over the hurdles. Loving each other always brings them back together.

Once Jamie steps back from playing, falling back on modelling and charity work with underprivileged kids, they finally, quietly, go public.

The wedding is beautiful.

#under a cut because it got loooooong #sorry anon #roy x jamie #roy/jamie #jamie tartt #roy kent #headcanon thoughts

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disabledunitypunk · 7 months

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I wanna talk about a real problem in marginalized communities, but especially the disabled community.

The conflation of "privilege" with "oppression".

Here's two examples that I'm directly pulling from experience.

I am not intellectually disabled. I have fluctuating cognitive disabilities, but I have privilege over people with intellectual disabilities.

I also have significantly disabling chronic illness to the point where at times I have not been able to engage with hobbies due to being too sick. Disabled people who are less sick and more able to pursue activities they enjoy have privilege over me.

It's something that's not neat and simple, either. An intellectually disabled person who is able to engage with hobbies vs me? We would essentially both have privilege over each other on different axes. You can't then determine that one of us is ultimately generally more privileged than the other, because that's not how it works. Like if you have privilege x and they have privilege y, it isn't x-y=positive or negative privilege. You can't "solve" that equation because x and y aren't variables that can be substituted for number values.

So, first taking the example of hobbies - a recent controversial post we made that invited harassment. People were quick to tell us what our own experience was and that we weren't experiencing ableism - because they had had the privilege of never experiencing it. That was lateral ableism, and not okay.

Note: There may be people who DIDN'T have that privilege who were also saying the same - though everyone I saw talking about this specifically mentioned their ability to do hobbies, and that was who the main part of my response was directed at. However, I even specifically responded briefly to any people who were doing that - much more gently - to basically say that if they were being assimilationist out of fear that they didn't have to be, and to remind them that they aren't bad if they can't have hobbies.

On the other hand, way back when I first started this blog, I talked about reclaiming the r slur as someone who had significant trauma from being called it as a kid. I talked about how the reason I was called it was specifically because of my social issues due to my developmental disorders while being a gifted kid.

To make it clear - I was called the r slur for not understanding social cues and rules as a "smart" kid, because that's one of the things it meant to them. They weren't insulting my intellectual intelligence, but rather my social ability - at most, you could argue they were insulting my social intelligence - which having a low amount of WAS actually a feature of my disabilities.

I also spoke about how I wasn't reclaiming it to continue treating it as a bad thing, to insult even just myself, but rather to say "so what if I am? that's not bad". Y'know, the whole point of reclaiming.

I was told what my own experience was and that I was experiencing misdirected ableism because they were actually insulting traits I didn't have and therefore they were actually hurting intellectually disabled people but not me. Not because they had the privilege not to experience what I did - but because me having privilege was treated as the right to tell me I had never experienced the ableism they had.

They were treated not just as the experts on ableism against intellectual disabilities - which they are, of course - but also the experts on ableism against people who specifically DON'T have intellectual disabilities when it takes the same or similar forms as ableism against intellectual disabilities.

We all know that bigots don't wait to find out your correct identity before attacking you. We all know that there are identities commonly mistaken for others, that can set you up for repeated abuse over an identity you don't have. But what we refuse to acknowledge is that there are types of bigotry that can manifest identically in some ways for two different identities - and that anyone who experiences that bigotry is an expert on it and deserves to have a place in the conversation about it.

Someone with intellectual disabilities fundamentally cannot know that people without intellectual disabilities DON'T face the same kind of ableism on the basis of other disabilities that person DOES have because they have not ever lived that experience, just as, say, I couldn't say that an intellectually disabled person never faces specific kinds of ableism I face due to being a wheelchair user, because I am not intellectually disabled.

What I can say: "I face these types of ableism because of these disabilities and this is how they manifest."

What I can't say, because it is erasure and lateral ableism no matter my relative privilege: "You don't face this type of ableism for [disability I don't have] because it's exclusive to [disability I have] and any ableism that manifests that way is actually an attack on me."

Fundamentally, you cannot say that someone with a different disability DOESN'T face a specific type of ableism because you are not an authority on the experience of that disability. You are an expert on the experience of your disability. You cannot claim exclusive experiences because to do so, you would have to experience the disabilities you don't have while also not experiencing the ones you do. You would have to verify experiences that you simply don't have - in multiple places and contexts and presentations and as multiple people.

Oh wait, there's a simpler way to do that.

Listen to people about their experiences of their own disabilities and the ableism they face for it.

(Plaintext: Listen to people about their experiences of their own disabilities and the ableism they face for it.)

It's not ableist to say "no, you aren't the only disability that faces this ableism" or "no, it isn't targeted at you when it's aimed at me" or "actually, bigots also use [slur] to mean [definition specifically attacking my disability]". It is however ableist to tell people that because they have an axis of privilege over you, they can't talk about their own oppression on an entirely different axis because you've decided that experiencing similar oppression means you're the only person who experiences said oppression.

Or to put it more simply: Experiencing a type of ableism does NOT give you the right to speak over others when they say they experience it too for different reasons. Having something bad happen to you as a group does not give you proof that you're the ONLY group it happens to.

"X is caused by y, therefore x is ONLY caused by y" is quite literally a logical fallacy. It's called fallacy of the single cause (at least it's a nice obvious name, honestly).

This is the same discourse as cripplepunk. In fact, it's the primary motivator behind most slur discourse, and the reason why I'd honestly rather have blanket permission issued within oppressed groups I'm in* for everyone to reclaim in good faith** any slur that affects that group.

**What does "reclaim in good faith" mean? It means reclaiming only for self-usage, and only for self-usage specifically in a positive way - so no "ugh, I'm such a useless cripple", for example. True reclamation does require use of it against you/your disability in the first place, however, part of not being a cop about it is assuming that anyone who uses it in a positive sense for self-labeling has in fact experienced that. In short, it involves believing people about the oppression they explicitly say or imply through their reclamation that they've experienced.

*Note: I am specifically NOT a person of color or a member of an oppressed ethnoreligion/ethnicity, and recognize that dynamics of racial and ethnic oppression may be unique in some ways. However in disabled, queer, plural, alterhuman, and other marginalized spaces I do occupy, these are my feelings.

It is lateral ableism to tell another disabled person that they haven't experienced a type of ableism or didn't experience it due to their ACTUAL disability and therefore have no right to reclaim what was used to hurt them.

It is ableism to say "the bullet meant to shoot you, that hit you, was designed in part to hurt me, and therefore any time someone is shot with it, it was actually an attack on me. Hand over the bullet and never keep it or use it as you please again or you're basically shooting me with a different bullet." (For those that struggle with metaphors, the bullets are ableism.)

It's ducks saying that deer have no right to reclaim shotgun shells. Yes, slugs are more common than buckshot, but there's literally a type of the same exact kind of ammo designed for use on the deer too. In just the same way, some slurs and other forms of ableism are more typically used against one group but even have a (sometimes identical) variant specifically designed for use against other groups. "Mental cripple" and "retard" for sociodevelopmental disabilities are prime examples of this.

This is a wider problem in marginalized communities. "If you have any privilege at all, ever, you need to sit down and shut up about your own experiences. Only our least privileged members are the experts on any of our experiences. They make the rules about which of your own experiences you're allowed to talk about and what you're allowed to say about them." What's important to note, is that this is coming as much from the members with said privilege as the ones without.

And yes, this is an EXTREMELY insular community issue, but it's not mutually exclusive to the fact that large portions of the community DON'T listen to the less privileged ones about their own experiences! Just like the hobbies example (which, I know people may dismiss or cry 'false equivalence', but I want to again note that it primarily affects bedbound people who are too sick to do things they enjoy, and therefore less privileged by any metric).

I specifically referenced that example because it's exactly more privileged members speaking over less privileged members about the less privileged members' OWN experiences.

In fact, I'd say it's in fact a RESPONSE to that kind of being spoken over. It's an extreme pendulum swing in the other direction - "you need to shut up and LISTEN to us about our experiences". Which, if it stopped there, would be perfect! It's the part that follows it - "therefore, if we experience something, we're the ONLY people who are allowed to talk about it and the only people who even experience it".

I've seen time and time again, too, that even if you conclusively prove you experience something, the goalposts just get moved.

"Well, you experience it but not systemically."

"Okay, but you experienced it less."

"It didn't hurt you as much because it was meant to hurt me instead."

"Well, you're probably reclaiming it as an insult." (despite no proof of such, or even proof to the contrary)

"Well, if you experienced it systemically and it did hurt you and you experienced it just as much, it's actually because of [other identity that we begrudgingly acknowledge is affected] and not [identity that you say actually caused you to experience it] and it therefore isn't even [same type of bigotry] but [completely different type] instead."

"Well, even if you experienced it systemically as much as I did, it still hurts me more because it's about my identity and not yours, even though you were the one literally being attacked with it."

And if all that fails it's "no, that's not why you experienced it" or "no, you didn't experience that".

All examples I touched on earlier in this post, but still important to talk about specifically.

The person being hurt by a type of ableism, including slurs, is the person who they are being used against, period. It doesn't matter if they have "the right" disability. It doesn't matter what group the slurs or ableism is primarily used against. The bigots are TRYING to hurt the person they are specifically using the bigotry against, and that person is the one who ends up hurt by it. Full stop, no argument.

And if someone is hurt by a word, especially repeatedly, they have a right to reclaim it. Period.

At the end of the day, does this matter all that much? It's just community microaggressions, right?

Here's my feelings on it: I'm never going to let petty infighting get in the way of fighting for total disabled liberation. Just because some individuals are guilty of lateral ableism doesn't mean I won't fight for a world in which they face no ableism. It would be ableist of me to leave them behind over something like this. Not to mention, there's no need for anyone to be considered an authority on ableism in a world where there is none.

That being said, it is still a minor hurdle on the way to disabled liberation. If we police our own community and shut down discussions of ableism, how can we effectively fight for our right to not be policed or shut down by abled people? We're demonstrating that it's acceptable behavior.

You can argue all you want that abled people should recognize that it's different and they don't have a voice in the conversation - but what about those who are explicitly telling abled people that it's okay to shut down THESE disabled people talking about THEIR experiences because they're privileged invaders in the conversation and abled people should use their privilege over us to act as an even higher authority and stop us?

What about the conflicting messages of "abled people use your power over these disabled people to force them not to talk about the ableism they experience, but not these OTHER disabled people doing the same thing".

It's one thing to make a blanket statement to say "hey, if someone is actually attacking the validity of a disabled (or any marginalized) identity or talking over them about their own experiences, then shut that down". Saying a given marginalized identity doesn't exist or is inherently harmful is always bad. Talking over someone on their OWN experiences, when they are simply talking about things they've directly experienced, is always bad. I don't think it's the end of the world to say "use your privilege to shut down ableism" to abled people.

The problem is telling abled people that someone TALKING about their own legitimate experiences is bad and it's okay to shut it down. Abled people should not ever be given permission to do so - whether using their own judgment or just doing so on the word of disabled people.

Even besides that, though, it's still ableism, and lateral ableism is also a barrier in the way of total disabled liberation. It is an active threat to unity, to our ability to organize and demand change. We can fight to remove it from our communities while still focusing our energy primarily outward on fighting for liberation within the larger abled world.

Finally, it's an issue because it creates more hierarchies to solve existing ones. It says "instead of addressing the actual ableism, we're just going to flip it so you're the one experiencing it instead". It's like the so-called "feminists" that just want a matriarchy. It's not about creating a safer environment, it's about being the one to perpetrate the harm currently being done to you.

So, in cases where neither group has any real systemic power over each other, it doesn't even do that - it simply creates an environment where the original harm continues to be perpetuated while another new harm occurs. It devolves into a petty slap fight, distracting from actual liberation while also causing both parties to be hurt. That's not acceptable praxis. It's not praxis at all.

Even with the harm being small in scale, it's still not okay. Two injustices don't make a justice, just as two wrongs don't make a right.

This is very much something we need to address - in disabled spaces being my focus here - but also in queer, plural, alterhuman, and other marginalized spaces. And all of stems from the idea that "privilege" is the same as having the power to oppress someone. It's the idea that if you have an axis of privilege over another person with the same overall marginalized identity as you, that you are equivalent to being nonmarginalized compared to them and therefore disagreeing with them in any way about your OWN marginalized experiences is bigotry.

Functionally, it's that you're a bigoted privileged invader of marginalized spaces if you dare to have an opinion on a shared type of oppression. And speaking as a transfemmasc person, mayyyyyybe we should actually kill that rhetoric forever.

#ableism #privilege #oppression #reclamation #cw guns #fwiw it seems people who are MORE privileged are MORE willing and likely to harass over this #while less privileged people are more likely to block #and I cannot overstate that harassment is never acceptable #which is why we also have a hard rule about simply ignoring or blocking when we're the ones in a position of privilege #and that should be your rule too #(I mean engaging respectfully if you disagree is fine either way tbc)#just having been on both sides it would not be okay for me in the cases where I am less privileged to tell people what they experience #in fact that's the whole reason I created this blog #cripplepunk discourse led me to advocate for all neurodivergent people being able to reclaim cripple and being included in cripplepunk #if they wanted to be and found meaning in doing so #because 1. cripple is not a physical-disability-exclusive slur #and 2. neurodivergence can be physically disabling #so if there was a movement that centered physical disability that didn't gatekeep a universal disabled slur #people physically disabled by their neurodivergence should STILL not be told that they're wrong/lying about that experience #and should be let into the space on the basis of their neurophysical disabilities #also a lot of times the posts that are like 'able-bodied NDs do not derail' are talking about experiences that both groups experience #and it's not 'derailing' to say 'hey I experience this too for a different reason!' even if said reason is not at all physically disabling #I've seen SO MANY physically disabled people say 'neurodivergent people don't experience this!!1'#and just sat there going 'I experienced this as a neurodivergent person before I became physically disabled for YEARS #and continue to do so due at least in part to my neurodivergence now that I have a physical disability that could also contribute to it #anyway #mod stars #unitypunk

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By the way, I apologize for my message being too long. Just with everything that's happened all these years and now everything that's been going on since The Rock has gotten involved in the storyline, its just been too much and it's frustrating. Because what have we as Roman fans done that's so wrong and bad? What have we done expect support and enjoy our fave, like everyone else does theirs? It's sad that everyone can go on and enjoy their faves happily and in peace, make gifs and posts about them, write fanfics and prompts about them, etc. And even when their faves have made mistakes and have a history of problematic behavior, they can still have fun and be happy and enjoy those people. But we do the same with Roman, and we get piled on for it and treated differently from everyone else. And why? What makes Roman so different from other wrestlers? And what makes his fans different from everyone else? We aren't so different, he's not so different. Yes, he's the face of the company and all, but that doesn't mean he's gonna be 100% perfect. Even faces of the company and top guys mess up and have their moments. So, I really just don't get it 😔

Forgive me if I don't post the previous message anon, but I prefer to reply to this one. I partly agree with what you wrote there too, because to me the whole controversy still seem ridiculous as all the controversies around Roman often are. The comment might have gone unsaid, but it wasn't that different from what he's said to Seth in the past, although I understand it may have offended someone, im pretty sure of the real reason behind all this controversy.

The problem regarding people's perception of Roman has been there since the beginning of his career, I fear it will always be there and there are many reasons behind these reactions. I have my ideas about why and I have my ideas about why others aren't treated the way he was treated too, that's life. They are personal ideas and therefore have no value. I understand your frustration, but those like me who have been on the boat for a decade have gotten used to this underlying problem. We have overcome worse moments than a promo popularly said to be "wrong" and we no longer expect to be treated well, because we can't always get what we deserve and this is a life lesson. What I invite you anon and all of us to do and I said it before friday too, is to calm down because voices who love controversy have been added to the scene, people who are not exactly reliable have entered the scene and who have made a show that should entertain us, heavy and toxic especially because they are encouraged. Let's give things the weight they have, let's all try to feel less free to say the first thing that comes to our mind just because we're behind a keyboard, let's not follow the temptation to behave like others do and let's not judge just because today we have to play the part of valiant knights.

And as for Roman, I don't accuse him for anything, he knows what he thinks and he's responsible for what he does, it's not a comment that makes me change my opinion on the person I believe he is because in all these years he has showed that he is that person inside and outside the ring.

#now can we get over this please? thank you

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It may be controversial as I love both shows, and saying anything semi-negative about ATLA is tantamount to murder but...

I think Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts handled "ten year old finds a letter from their closest friend's dad and hides it, afraid of being left alone" better than Avatar did.

Wolf's reasoning makes more sense, she has a reason not to trust people. Aang had no reason to think they couldn't establish communication with Hadoka, or that they couldn't see him, even to drop Bato off, I know they were on a schedule but it wasn't that advanced, and Zuko's map of Aang's travels showed that Aang doesn't care about doubling back or getting distracted. Hell, the following episodes include going to a Fire Festival, and spending time hanging out at the Northern Air Temple. Were these somehow less distracting than Hadoka?

Wolf immediately apologizes and explains why. She's also the one who came clean with her guilt, of her own accord. Aang got found out and never told the truth or had a chance to communicate, and Katara was kind of an asshole too, digging through his stuff.

And Kipo immediately communicates that she was hurt but that she forgives Wolf and doesn't intend to leave Wolf. That her invitation to be a pack would last even when she had her dad.

Katara and Sokka kinda let Aang fester in his guilt and sadness.

Also Aang, unlike Wolf, didn't really have a reason to think his friends would abandon him. He felt left out but his friends and Bato were making every effort to include Aang in their culture and traditions. Aang felt left out on his own, and yes he was homesick, I acknowledge that, but the water tribe did nothing but accept and be kind to Aang.

Wolf had every reason to believe she would be abandoned. Her own family tried to kill her. Kipo up to that point does display some selfish and oblivious behaviors, including outright ignoring Wolf's warnings and going off alone while in the wolf observatory, while Wolf was dealing with her anxiety and trauma. (And why Wolf's reaction when Kipo came clean about lying also makes sense, when Wolf is hurt, she runs, and her friends know this about her and know they have to chase down Wolf to get her to talk about her feelings.)

Anyway I love both plotlines, don't get me wrong, preteens are impulsive and have fears.

I just prefer that Kipo and Wolf's friendship came first enough that hurt feelings wasn't enough to stop them from communicating in their own ways.

#kipo and the age of wonderbeasts #avatar the last airbender #ness writes #rambling #Both are season 1 episodes that tackle the found family and the stress of saying goodbye

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July 18th 1290 saw the Treaty of Birgham whereby Edward I guaranteed survival of Scotland “separate, apart and free without subjection to the English nation”.

That went well eh!

You have to remember though that is was Scots who invited Edward I to get involved in the succession crisis, Edward was considered a legal expert and had helped other foreign countries in the past with similar struggles - he could be trusted. He was also the Great-Uncle of Margaret, Maid of Norway, and Brother in Law to Alexander III so it wasn’t as if he was a stranger to the Scots court. This was a treaty put together by the Scottish Guardians and the envoys of Edward I agreeing a future marriage with Margaret, Maid of Norway and Edwards son. The document is very detailed and shows the safeguards that were put in place to preserve Scotland’s independence. Simply put, the treaty promised the following, that Edward I would respect the borders between England and Scotland and each country would remain separate, no parliament governing Scotland would be held in England. Scottish laws, customs, rights and freedoms would be preserved. The Scottish church would remain free from interference from the English church.

It is because Edward agreed to these demands that many historians do not believe he had any serious desire to pursue his claims of overlordship of Scotland at this time. However, other historians point out that at the same time as agreeing the treaty, Edward also chose to seize the Isle of Man from Scotland and he insisted the Bishop of Durham help run Scotland in the name of Margaret.

In September 1290, tragedy again befell Scotland. Margaret died on her way from Norway to Orkney. The exact cause of her death is not known, although it is likely that she caught pneumonia on the sea voyage and failed to recover. Once again the threat of civil war materialised. Fearful of the ambitions of Bruce, Bishop Fraser of St Andrews, one of the six Guardians, wrote to Edward I, begging him to intercede. A further letter, from seven Scottish earls, written during the winter of 1290 and 1291, called for Edward’s help.

Edward agreed to judge between the 13 claimants for the vacant Scottish crown. For the most part the Guardians were happy with this: both Balliol and Bruce believed they had the best argument, and that Edward would favour them. The others knew Edward’s reputation as an expert in the law. Few at this stage were suspicious of his motives.

Edward held court at Norham. There, he astonished the Guardians by demanding that they accept him as their feudal overlord. This was a condition he demanded before making his judgement on who would be king of Scots. Edward’s army, with him at Norham, was an intimidating sight for the Scots. However, their reply was clever: only their king could deal with such a request, and only after Edward had picked the king could the issue be dealt with.

The task of choosing the new king has come to be known as the Great Cause. Of the 13 claimants (14 if you count Edward himself), only three had a serious claim. All three were descendents of the daughters of David, Earl of Huntingdon, a descendant of David I of Scotland. In order to ensure he would be overlord of Scotland, Edward demanded that all claimants accepted this before he would pass judgement on them. All agreed, as none wished to be left out of the competition to be king.

Edward announced his decision on 17 November 1292, after 13 months of arguments and debate. In the end, John Balliol clearly had the better legal claim and was thus duly chosen to become King John of Scots. Edward’s decision has been seen as controversial. Subsequent Scottish kings put forward the idea that Bruce had the better claim, and that Edward chose Balliol only because he thought he would be easier to manipulate.

This was not the case, despite later propaganda, without Balliol we may never have had the Auld Alliance. The treaty and “The Great Cause” in general was a complicated matter, and I have to say also that John did not trust Edward, when the English King made his demand that the Scottish Nobility acknowledge him as their Overlord, Balliol was one of the last claimants who did so, it shows he wasn’t keen on this.

Part of the treaty reads………….

To all Christ’s faithful to whom the present writing shall come, William, by the grace of God bishop of St Andrews and Robert, by the grace of God bishop of Glasgow, John Comyn and James the Steward, guardians of the kingdom of Scotland and the community of the same kingdom, send greeting in the lord.

All of you shall know that, since certain obligations and instruments are made between the venerable fathers the lord Anthony [Bek], by the grace of God bishop of Durham, and R[alph Ireton], by the grace of God bishop of Carlisle, and the noble men the lords John [de Warenne], earl of Warenne, and Henry [de Lacy], earl of Lincoln, Sir W. de Vescy and Henry de Newark, dean of the church of York, special procurators and solemn ambassadors of the magnificent prince the lord Edward [I], by the grace of God king of England, on the one side, and us on the other, concerning the betrothal and marriage between the lord Edward, son and heir of the said lord king of England and our lady Margaret, daughter of Eric [II], king of Norway, concerning various articles and petitions touching the said business, we wish, grant and oblige ourselves by the present letters that, if the aforesaid instruments and obligations, ordained and made at Birgham in the colloquium held there on the first Tuesday before the feast of the Blessed Virgin Margaret, namely 15 Calends of August in the year of grace 1290 [18 July 1290], should please the said lord king of England, and he shall ratify them before the feast of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary next to come [8 September 1290] by letters patent marked with his seal and presented to us, the said instruments and obligations shall continue in force; but if they displease him, the aforesaid instruments and obligations shall be restored mutually and thenceforth altogether lose force and be entirely void of influence. Given at Birgham in the year and on the day stated above.

#Scotland #scottish #medieval history #the great cause #history

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ellipsiseffervescent · 4 months

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moiraweaver fic chap 2

Chapter one

Summary: Niran and Moira learn more about one another in the bedroom. will neurodivergence cause someone to fumble a bad bitch? lets find out

WC: 1309

Tags/Warnings/Notes: eventual hurt/comfort, this chapter has lite smut, alcohol. i really tried to make nirans adhd and moiras autism a thing w them too

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Moira pocketed the cigarette and slid the door open, holding it for their guest. Niran was flattered to step first into the eclectic bedroom. The bed was made but the sheets had been meticulously untucked. Only a sliver of city light illuminated the space; Moira had pulled the shades down almost all the way, leaving a uniform crack for the world to enter through. The temperature inside was not much warmer than outside. Niran wrapped himself tighter in his blue knitted cardigan and took a seat on the stool at the foot of the bed. He watched the lanky geneticist take the bedroom in long strides, their lengthy dark robe sweeping the floor behind them like an elegant shadow.

“I take it you’re used to the cold,” Niran said.

His words stopped Moira stopped in their tracks. Their slender body loomed over Niran; to be any closer would be to straddle him. Niran’s heart raced at the idea.

“I am happy to keep you warm, Niran.”

A tsunami of competing thoughts and emotions crashed into him at once. His bodyguards, and ultimately friends, had all warned him that Moira O’Deorain was so unempathetic and ruthless that they were beyond alien- they were evil. At the same time, he could only imagine the scoldings he’d received when he returned, condemning his risky behavior. He felt understood in their presence, unjudged- Moira was familiar with risk taking. And that didn’t even account for Niran’s instinct- something deeper than fear crept up his spine in the presence of the controversial scientist: a yearning intrigue.

He loved looking at Moira in the low light of the bedroom- it dramatized the sharp features of their face, the mysterious darkness under their mismatched eyes. The experience in their hair was sexy, their silver streaks paired well with their domineering posture. Moira was haunted by something, and that made them exquisitely dangerous. There was nothing Niran loved more than a new experience, an impossible challenge.

“I’m sure Osaka will wait for us,” Niran agreed.

Niran was surprised to find his fingers along the back of Moira’s thigh, inviting them closer. Cashmere was smooth in his hand as he raised it to Moira’s ass, squeezing gently. He bit back a gasp as their nails trailed along his jawline before wrapping around his chin. They dug into his skin ever so slightly and Niran loved the sting. Moira’s grasp was firm as they tilted his face upwards. Ruby and sapphire burned into bronze; Niran’s gaze was locked into place.

“If you wish to be fucked then you will do as I say. Untie my robe, Niran.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Moira’s grip loosened and the thumb of their short-nailed hand slipped between Niran’s lips- a reward for his good behavior. His eyes shut and he lost himself to his oral fixation, his tongue swirling around their skin. Niran let his desires wander as he made his way to the robe’s knot, helping himself to the feeling of their lithe hips along the way.

Moira pulled their hand back as the knot was undone. The robe’s descent was slow to Niran; he was drinking in every ounce of the geneticist. Moira was domineering in nothing but their black boxers. Niran ached to taste Moira’s tits, bared freely to him. Their physique may have been slender, but years of fieldwork and missions had provided a leanness to their body that was evident in the tone of what muscles they did have. Niran wanted to be wrapped in those long legs, engrossed in what lay between them. He wanted Moira to hold his head in place with those strong arms-

Fixating on those arms brought a splash of cold water on Niran. His reaction did not stem from the pure aesthetic of it- in fact, the cruel edge of Moira’s right arm could be an intimidating turn on- but because he knew how it came to be that way. He knew that Moira’s wound was self-inflicted, a result of taboo experimentation, but he was not prepared for how it had worsened from what the public had last seen.

The violet entropy was growing across Moira’s chest and up their collarbone like a life-threatening moss. The veins of Moira’s infected flesh bulged angrily to the surface, as if they were holding back the might of the artificial decay through sheer force.

“Moira! You’re withering away.”

The words escaped Niran in a hasty whisper before he could stop himself. Moira’s sexy glare recoiled; face suddenly hard to read. What was once an intense, unending gaze from Moira turned into a full avoidance of Niran’s sightline. His heart hurt with the responsibility- the wrong thing always seemed to slip from his mouth before he could stop it. He felt lonely not meeting the stare of those ruby and sapphires.

“I’ve always thrived under a deadline.”

The delivery was dry, even for Moira. Never one to wait, they picked the robe off the floor and slipped it over their shoulders, over their arm. They didn’t bother looking for the tie, allowing the garment to drape open while they walked to the other side of the bed, stopping at their nightside table.

Moira pressed a button on what had seemed to be an antique wood nightstand, revealing a virtual light screen. They made their selection in the blink of an eye and the nightstand’s surface opened down the center. Decanters of amber nectars and a matching bowl of cocktail ice emerged on a disc of hard light.

It was only the guilt that kept Niran’s mind on track. Rays from the disc bathed Moira in gold, bringing out the subtle indigo fibers of the robe that hid too much for Niran’s liking. He wanted to slip under that garment; trail his kisses along their arm, into their collarbone, then plunge below their torso. He wanted to heal Moira’s soul with his mouth. He bit the inside of his lip before attempting to explain himself.

“I’m sorry I said that so abruptly. Your artificial decay has progressed beyond what I was expecting, and I spoke without thinking. I hope I haven’t upset you.”

Glass clinked like windchimes as Moira fixed their drink, whiskey on rocks. They nodded their head in acknowledgement of Niran and closed their eyes to think. He was delightfully surprised to find himself familiar with this reaction: years of rooming with Satya had taught him patience in these moments.

Moira finished their sip, then held the cool glass against the purple of their throat. Niran fought the urge to imagine his tongue on their skin. The geneticist exhaled and folded one arm under the other.

“Little inventor,” Moira began slowly, letting their pet name for him take up the space between the two, “Would you like to go out for a meal?”

Of all the things Niran guessed Moira would say in response to his apology, an invitation to dinner was not one of them. Then again, nothing on this night had gone as he predicted when he snuck away from his hotel, and he was thankful for it.

“Um… yeah! That sounds excellent.”

Moira nodded before finishing the rest of their drink in one swig. Niran watched in comfortable silence as Moira rummaged through their suitcase. He suspected that the familiarity went both ways: Moira showed no modesty, unbothered with his clear view of their naked breasts. They slipped into a navy turtleneck, tucking it into loose matching trousers. The pale brown trench coat they topped it off with flourished around them as they opened the hotel door for Niran.

“Walking through the lobby will attract less attention than using biolight to depart from the balcony,” said Moira.

Niran was thrilled with Moira’s ribbing.

“I’m not sure I entirely agree.”

“Oh?”

“A handsome couple like us? People won’t be able to look away,” said Niran.

#moiraweaver #nonbinary moira #niran pruksamanee #moira o'deorain #lifeweaver #niran is adhd #moira is autistic

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478. 93 things about 1993, part 2

(part 1)

7. The Buffalo Bills lose their third Super Bowl in a row.

8. The Red Shoes loses $8 million on broadway (12/19)

I don't know much about Broadway shows, but I tried watching some clips from what I'm guessing was the press reel? and (this is just me) the performances looked so stiff. I got straight up Balki vibes from George de La Pena.

The day the reviews were published, box-office sales dwindled to $20,000, Mr. Starger said, a death knell for a show that cost more than $400,000 a week to run. It might have lost $200,000 to $300,000, he said, if he had kept it open another week and invited the Tony voters, fulfilling the award requirements, and it would have taken an infusion of $1.5 million to allow the show to run through January, thus giving it a chance, however slim, to go on. He decided not to take it.

(Tallahassee Democrat, April 16, 1993)

9. The Mega Mac (April)

Anybody else think it wasn't a coincidence that McDonalds tested this large burger in Washington D.C. -- where former McDonalds lover President Bill Clinton had just moved to? Were they trolling ol Bill?

That burger doesn't even look that big now.

10. People killed while copying The Program (October)

Michael A. Shingledecker Jr., 18, of Polk, Pa., was killed almost instantly about 1 A.M. Saturday when he and a friend were struck by a pickup truck while lying on a two-lane highway in Polk, a small borough in western Pennsylvania. His friend, Dean G. Bartlett, 17, was critically injured. And Michael Macias, 17, of Syosset, L.I., was critically injured when he was hit by a car at 10:40 P.M. Saturday as he lay in the middle of Bayville Avenue in Bayville.

Law-enforcement authorities and family members said the teen-agers were apparently copying the daredevil stunt from "The Program," in which the college football hero shows how tough he is by lying down in the middle of a busy highway as cars and trucks whiz by in the dark. There are fears that scores of other young men are copying the stunt. 2

A few days later:

The Walt Disney Company said today that it would delete a scene in its new movie "The Program" after one teen-ager was killed and two others critically injured while apparently imitating the scene.

The brief sequence near the film's start involves several drunken college football players lying in the middle of a busy road to prove their toughness. The scene will be removed by Friday, Disney said today, and the film's coming attractions trailer will be pulled.

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"While the scene in the movie in no way advocates this irresponsible activity, it is impossible for us to ignore that someone may have recklessly chosen to imitate it," the film's writer and director, David Ward, said in a statement released along with Touchstone Pictures, the division of Disney that released the film. "In light of the incidents reported, we are deleting the scene from the movie."

The movie is playing in about 1,220 theaters and was the nation's 12th-most popular release last weekend. 3

11. Major advertisers turn their back on NYPD Blue

So, remember when NYPD Blue premiered and there was a huge controversy on how violent and graphic it was

...

and how Dennis Franz showed his butt in the shower or something? (source)

Some ABC stations wouldn't air it, (including my local ABC station which is something I didn't know until just now! 4) Major advertisers refused to buy commercial time during the show:

And while each episode of the series has been fully sponsored, at prices averaging around $115,000 for a 30-second spot, almost all the commercials so far were bought by marketers of over-the-counter drugs and film distributors, which are far less susceptible to complaints over program content, because they are much more interested in quick mass-market impressions.

Many spots are for products that are far from household names: Permathene-12 diet aid, Wash 'n Curl shampoo, Cortizone-10 anti-itch cream. But those advertisers on the show seem satisfied. 5

I found a commercial break, and sure enough it felt more like a day time talk show commercial break instead of one for a major television program. I know people don't really pay attention to commercial breaks, but you could really tell a difference.

OH. I thought it was kind of funny that Caruso bought an ad for their curler system. Get it? David Caruso?

Weber, Bruce. “What Went So Very Wrong With ‘Red Shoes.’” The New York Times, December 30, 1993, sec. Theater. https://www.nytimes.com/1993/12/30/theater/what-went-so-very-wrong-with-red-shoes.html. https://archive.is/U3eW3

Hinds, Michael Decourcy. ‘Not Like the Movie: A Dare Leads to Death’. The New York Times, 19 October 1993, sec. U.S. https://www.nytimes.com/1993/10/19/us/not-like-the-movie-a-dare-leads-to-death.html. https://archive.is/E8O6

Press, The Associated. ‘Disney Plans to Omit Film Scene After Teen-Ager Dies Imitating It’. The New York Times, 20 October 1993, sec. U.S. https://www.nytimes.com/1993/10/20/us/disney-plans-to-omit-film-scene-after-teen-ager-dies-imitating-it.html. https://archive.is/4wsDW

Bonko, Larry. ‘CHANNEL 13 REVERSES POLICY, WILL AIR ``NYPD BLUE’’’. Virginian Pilot , 27 September 1994. https://scholar.lib.vt.edu/VA-news/VA-Pilot/issues/1994/vp940927/09270336.htm.

Elliott, Stuart. ‘THE MEDIA BUSINESS: Advertising; A Hit Prime-Time TV Show without Most Mainstream Advertisers? Dial “N.Y.P.D. Blue.”’ The New York Times, 2 November 1993, sec. Business. https://www.nytimes.com/1993/11/02/business/media-business-advertising-hit-prime-time-tv-show-without-most-mainstream.html. https://archive.is/i9PBi

#1993 #the red shoes #the program #copy cats #nypd blue #mcdonalds #butts #dennis franz #1990s

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I hope you’re okay impossiblesuitcase <3 While I don’t want to be involved in this controversy/ discussion nor give my input, I wanted to tell you that your opinions are also valid. I don’t believe simple things someone chooses to do should define who they are as a person, but at the same time I suppose everyone has their own opinion/take on matters that I will not interfere with. From what I’ve seen of your account, you don’t seem to be racist, especially since you seem to have quite the knowledge on cultural aspects of the characters, but that’s just my pov. I agree that certain actions are unacceptable and should not be supported, however I also think that pointing fingers should have its limits. My parents are people of color too and they listen to swift’s music when it comes on the radio, but they are not racist. They do not even know of the issues surrounding the artist, and I wouldn’t go as to say they are expected to educate themselves on her. I think the other user has some points about the singer that I did not previously know of, which I must say did change my image of her, and I think their view on the matter is also valid. However, I think the way they bring awareness to the issue is also problematic in some way, or could at least come off as very harsh. My socials teacher once said that one of the best ways to get to problematic people is to invite them in a way, not start flaming them because that just adds to the fire and conflict. I fear I’ve said too much, but I’m not on anyone’s side necessarily. But I hope you’re alright from the suddenness because I don’t think you had any ill intent when interacting with their account

Thanks for reaching out.

As I previously mentioned, I'm not a blind follower who believes that celebrities are infallible, and certainly not Taylor Swift. I'm not defending her actions, but I don't think that blame should be shifted onto users in the tlc fandom--a completely irrelevant fandom.

I understand that that user was hurt by Taylor's actions and the association with her that several users in the tlc fandom have. That is their right and I don't want it to seem that I am belittling or dismissing their feelings. I simply don't want to get involved, and my innocuous reblogging of their posts (without knowing they blocked me), does not merit a slander spree against me. If they say I'm racist--I know I'm not. If they say I'm a bad writer--that's fine, but it's entirely contradictory to what they said in the past. I have no ill-will against that user and I hope they have a positive experience on their side of the fandom.

edit: I just want to add that this is the last I'll be speaking on this topic. You can send me an ask non-anon and I may answer privately, but overall I don't want this to have any more attention than it's already gotten. Also, to the anon that was going to that user and telling them that I was interacting with their posts: if you were doing it innocently, that's fine, but if you were intending to stir up drama, please leave my blog. That's not what I or my other mutuals are here for.

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My lack of Youtube aside, I really love this tag and wanted to do for my own reading so far this year! I found the questions from Fangirl Fury however this tag was created by Ely and Chamie over on Youtube a long time ago to show your favourite books of the year, these are the books that stand out to me so far.

Best Book You’ve Read So Far: I am torn between Sea Of Tranqulity and The Kiss Quotient. Very different in style, they may be however these two books have such great characterisation and a writing style that just pulled me in. I loved every moment of reading these books and I'd highly recommend both reads to anyone.

Best Sequel You’ve Read So Far: I mean I know technically it's a prequel, but I'm going to say Day Of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon. The way she has created the world and how her characters linger in my mind long after the book has finished leaves me thinking I need to know more, I need to know what happened after this and I think that's a sign of a great, great book.

New Release(s) You Haven’t Read Yet, But Want To (AKA here’s a glimpse at my TBR pile): Amari and The Great Game is a book I can't wait to read after the first one was just so good, I'm waiting for it from the library currently. When Women Were Dragons and Seasonal Fears are coming on holiday with me, I need to read those books as I've been looking forward to them for so long.

Biggest Disappointment: How To Kill Men And Get Away With It - The main character in this book was so awful and literally *hated women* I was like please let this woman get caught so I can stop reading this book. I also feel Death On Gokumon Island is not a bad book but no one warned me how slow it is. Great finale to the book though.

Biggest Surprise: I don't really have any surprises that come to mind, I feel like when you know your taste, you tend to give more books five stars (I don't take pride in how few five stars I give, I think that's generally a bad sign you still don't know what you like, call me controversial) but as someone not really into romance so much, maybe The Kiss Quotient and how much I loved it.

Most Anticipated Release for the Second Half of the Year: The Last Devil To Die by Richard Osman comes out later this year and it's definitely a book I want to read as soon as possible. The Fall Of Whit Rivera by Crystal Maldonado is also on my list too and whenever Silverborn comes out, I will be there. But the one I've got on preorder is the BTS book 'Beyond The Story' - 544 pages of photos, their history and QR codes that link to videos about their time as a group.

Favorite New Author (Debut or New to You): New to me, I would say for Helen Hoang, and I can't wait to read more of her books. Debut books I've read so far this year that stand out are 'Everyone's Invited' by Sara Soma - a non fiction book about feminism, Careless by Kirsty Capes is brilliant and the characterisation is incredible, Black Butterflies by Priscilla Morris also stands out.

What books would be the answer to these questions for you? I'd love to know!

Vee xo.

#booklr #books #bookblr #book #fiction #book review #book reviews #reading #books and reading #lit #literature #mid year freak out tag #new books #booksarelife #book recommendations #currently reading

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The Scientifically Taboo: Cultural Practices' Overlap with Modern Medicine

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The medical community has always been wary of cultural overlap when it comes to viewing disorders and treatments.

This reflects in the OSDDID community, and even diagnostic criteria.

Because so much about OSDDID is still unknown within the research and medical community, it is more open to appropriation.

Despite what many believe, plurality began disordered, and has remained disordered. Many are hesitant to discuss the key differences between true plurality and faux/cultural/therapeutic multiplicity.

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FAUX:

The idea of distinct areas of personality and various early personality models are to blame for some of the confusion.

The idea of a personality model has been around for a long time, with various people pitching different ideas along the way. Some of the most popular of these include:

Sigmund Freud's psychodynamic theory (id, ego, superego)

Allport, Odbert, & Cattell's 16 personality traits

Costa, McCrae, et al.'s five-factor model

Jung's introversion/extroversion + Eysenck's neuroticism/stability

Bandura's social-cognitive theory

The infamous Myers-Briggs Type Indicator

By dividing the idea of personality into different aspects instead of recognizing it as fluid, people will begin to divide those aspects further- typically inadvertently- as an excuse for behaviors.

This is where singlets and western "tulpamancers" come into play. No, that wasn't your "aggressive side", you were just being a prick. There is no such thing as these personality divisions outside of the disordered, and more modern personality models reflect this.

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CULTURAL:

When it comes to religious practices, people begin to get touchy, unaware of where to draw the line.

In Christian "possession", the hearing of voices is explainable by AVHs*, and the trance-like state by a number of things (sleep walking, personality disorders, etc.) Not to mention the mass hysteria when it came to witch trials and possession. Often times, in old stories of possession by a demon in Christian history, there would be a failure to mention that the fear of possession was an epidemic, a craze, a fad. Exaggerations of symptoms may be caused psychosomatically or hyperbolized by other people who view the "possession" as a threat.

Outside of Christianity- such as in paganism or Buddhism- the idea of possession was viewed a little differently. Some "possession" was wanted, invited via ritual. In Greek mythos, the idea of possession relates to what we now know as illnesses, such as epilepsy or mental disorders of various kinds. In cultures that were forced to convert to Christianity, the "possession" often refers to a belief or connection to a "demon"- a god or deity that was part of their original culture. Most modern- and even some ancient- religious and cultural systems acknowledge that mental or physical illness is typically the root of so-called possessions.

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THERAPEUTIC:

For some, being "multiple" is just a form of therapy. By mentally dividing personality traits and emotions, one can begin to see where certain issues may lay and begin to fix them.

Sometimes, it's just easier to ignore the whole picture and instead pick apart the brain until you find where the problems begin. This type of therapy method may be helpful for those who are more prone to guilt, shame, or those with poor self-image; for it reveals that it is not them as a person that is "wrong" or "bad", but a small part of them that has been changed by mental or physical ailments.

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CONCLUSION:

Stop de-medicalizing plurality. If you are part of a culture who believes in possession states or use distinct parts as a part of therapy, please do not claim to experience multiplicity. You are experiencing something entirely different. It's not bad, worse, or "lesser", but it is not the same experience.

I am aware that anything touching on boundaries between the scientific and the cultural is highly controversial. These are just my views, and I am in no way representing traumagenic systems as a whole here, but trying to impart important information that will hopefully help you understand why it is important to separate plurality from culture.

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AVHs = Auditory Verbal Hallucinations

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Editor's Note: Someone else must've written this because I don't remember doing it, which is weird cuz I'm the only one that tends to write these sort of things.

#system #traumagenic system #did #osdd #syscourse #did system #plural system #tw syscourse #anti endo #anti endogenic #idk who wrote this

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Drag is for adults. There is no such thing as a “A Family Friendly Drag Show.”

Videos of ‘drag queens’ performing provocatively for an audience of children at a bar are going viral on Twitter, prompting massive backlash and raising concerns about child safeguarding.

On June 4, Mr. Misster Bar and Lounge, a gay bar located in Dallas, Texas, hosted a three-hour event entitled “DRAG THE KIDS TO PRIDE: A Family Friendly Drag Show.”

According to the EventBrite announcement, the show was advertised by the venue as “a … spin off of our famed Champagne Drag Brunch,” and promised to provide “the ultimate family friendly pride experience.”

But footage from the event is raising eyebrows on social media as many note it appears to have been anything but.

In one clip taken by an audience member, a drag queen in a latex-style bodysuit and thigh-high boots is seen dancing and performing the splits in front of an audience including several children before approaching a little girl to accept a cash ‘tip.’

This wasn’t the only video of the provocatively-dressed male performers accepting money from the children.

In another, a different drag queen is seen similarly accepting money from a little girl in a similar fashion as a dancer in a strip club.

In a video posted to Mr. Misster’s Instagram story, yet another performer, even more scantily clad, laid out on the floor in front of the children, gyrating on the ground before lying flat and spreading his legs.

Children’s participation wasn’t limited to watching from the sidelines. At one point, an announcer invited the kids up to dance in the designated area either on their own or with a drag queen.

“Do you want to hit the stage with the queens? We have five limited spots for young performers to take the stage solo, or with a queen of their choosing! Come hangout with the Queens and enjoy this unique pride experience, fit for guests of all ages!”

Disturbingly, a prominent neon backlit with a sexually suggestive slogan was not removed or turned off in the presence of the young audience members. Framing the stage, a sign reading “It’s Not Gonna’ Lick Itself” was in clear view of all, including the children.

Other photos from inside the venue reveal additional signage that was not caught by the cameras, with the bar having another which reads: “I licked it so it’s mine!”

The event had been subject to protests by right-wing advocacy group Protect Kids Texas, which stated on Twitter that they had 80 people outside of the venue voicing their concerns. They also posted a video showing police at Mr. Misster, and reported they had escorted children from the building.

Since beginning to circulate on Twitter, the videos from the event have prompted serious backlash from netizens, with many pointing out the inappropriate nature of the show and venue for children.

Beneath the breaking Tweet posted by independent journalist Tayler Hansen, hundreds of replies have accumulated expressing frustration and concern for the lack of safeguarding in place.

“Kids don’t need to see this. Tolerance has a line,” wrote one user, with another replying: “This not an appropriate environment for minors. It makes one wonder, what else have these children been exposed to by their parents?”

One response even noted that Mr. Misster may be in violation of the Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission licensure code if they are a designated 18+ establishment, and encouraged others to contact the Commission and file a complaint.

The viral videos even caught the attention of prominent YouTuber June Lapine, known by her social media handle @sh0eonhead.

“I don’t like being gaslit about how totally not weird this is,” she wrote, adding: “Leftists stop being scared to point out that the emperor has no clothes because you fear being called a reactionary.”

Drag shows and their appropriateness for youth have become hot topics over the last few years, especially since the controversial spread of Drag Queen Story Hours across North America and Europe. In 2019, it was discovered that a registered sex offender had been performing at a Texas library for children as a Drag Queen.

In May, footage from the DragCon LA convention sparked similar backlash to that towards Mr. Misster after it was discovered that children had performed on stage with the drag queens, collecting cash ‘tips’ from the audience as they danced.

The “Drag Kid” phenomena has similarly raised eyebrows amongst concerned adults, with many noting that drag performances are inherently sexual in nature. In some cases, “Drag Kids” as young as 11 have been recorded performing for adults in clubs.

Most recently, a 15-year-old boy was lauded in British media for his drag persona “Cherry West,” which he began to develop after his father brought him to a drag bar at age 10.

#Drag is not for kids #stop Sexualizing children #Texas

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Audience with The Demagogue

The Priestess adjusted her robes as she approached the chambers where The Demagogue was waiting to meet her. He wouldn’t meet with just anyone, not with the stir he was causing the public and the amount of bounties and warrants on his head. He couldn’t stay in places for very long, which meant that he would pop up somewhere, deliver his diatribes, then leave just as unexpectedly as he had appeared. He had gained quite a following though, which meant that whatever the law did to subdue him had to be done without killing him unless they wanted angry masses rioting in the streets.

The robed figure leading The Priestess to the temporary chambers of The Demagogue halted before a set of doors. The place was one of the older temples in a more impoverished town, containing catacombs that led down into the sewers; the perfect sort of escape route for the controversial priest. The populace were the sort who actually liked what The Demagogue had to say, and helped to hide him from the authorities to the best of their abilities. The man who spoke into a little, golden mouthpiece outside of the doors wore the same robes as the rest of the Priest Sect, though his were considerably more faded, the stitching used to patch it in places obvious. He put his ear to another device by the door, listened, nodded, and stepped back, tapping a flat rectangle on the wall that unlocked the chambers. He turned to The Priestess, gesturing for her to enter.

This was something of an honor, seeing The Demagogue face to face. The Priestess still couldn’t figure out why. She wasn’t very important, and she wasn’t all that receptive to his teachings. In fact, she was one of the minority in the Sect who saw him as a renegade priest, a man who was gorging himself on too much power and needed to be brought back down.

All these thoughts were the sort she carefully kept locked away in the recesses of her mind for this particular meeting: every single member of the Priest Sect was a telepath. It wouldn’t do to exercise such notions in front of the very same person who she condemned when he asked her to come by special invitation.

She stepped into the room and the doors eased silently shut behind her.

It was lighter than she had anticipated, not at all the shadowy chambers with a small amount of candles offering little pools of light that she had imagined. If she could have guessed, she would have thought that the entire room was leafed in gold from the way it glittered under the lighting.

Statues stood in arched alcoves with ambient lighting creating harsh rims around them. The Priestess started when she realized one of those statues was her host, separating himself from the tall figures with their heads bowed. She hadn’t sensed him at all. She had heard about that peculiar ability of his, hiding his presence from others, but having experienced it…she could see why he had such an aura built up around him now with more advanced abilities like that. Something to be careful of.

“I’m pleased to see that you made it here safely, My Child.”

His voice was sibilant, soothing, instantly calming The Priestess's nerves as her pulse dropped back down. She knew it wasn’t entirely his inflection. Telepaths could do that to put people at ease. It worked on those with open minds who were willing to allow some slight interference. A squad of violent soldiers, however, would not be phased in the slightest.

She bowed her head out of respect to a more advanced priest, the shadows of the robes that swept up into a conical headdress helping to hide her face and the expression of mild fear.

“It is an honor to finally meet you—um—“

He emitted a low laugh.

“You may call me whatever you like. Apostate, Renegade, Demagogue, Prophet, Enlightened One, Damned One Please, choose whichever you think is fitting.”

“I think that I would prefer to call you what you have adopted from the revilers.”

She guessed he was smiling as she straightened up to finally get a better look at him.

The first thing she noted was that The Demagogue was taller in person than she had anticipated. He towered over six feet, his vertical red robes adding to his height by hiding his base. Naked, pale arms with golden bracers were held clasped in front of him. She could see how the lighting made the skin look almost translucent at times, depending on the angle. The Demagogue’s face was, of course, hidden by a mask that covered his visage from forehead to chin. It was as white as bone, the mouth and eyes formed into a stylized smile. The Priestess thought she could see his eyes through the dark sockets of the mask if the lighting hit right. They looked light brown, almost gold.

It reminded her of a wolf. Fitting for her situation.

“I can’t imagine why you would want to see me, My Lord,” she said, picking a point on the brow of the mask to stare at instead of catching the glint of the piercing eyes beyond it. “I’m not very important in the Sect.”

“Nonsense,” The Demagogue snapped, laying a long-fingered hand on her shoulder. The Priestess tamped down a shiver. She thought his fingers would have been cold from a body that looked like a corpse, but they were oddly warm. “Everyone in The Brotherhood is important, no matter what position they occupy. You shouldn’t think so lowly of yourself, My Child.”

The touch on her shoulder was accompanied by another one that seemed to flutter across her mind like a finger rapidly flicking over pages. The Priestess kept her features schooled, smiling at the mask with what she hoped was an appreciative look.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to say that I don’t think that I’m nothing, just that I wasn’t sure what use I could be of to you.”

“You, My Child, are far more useful than you could possibly imagine. We each are cogs in the machine, from a small little bolt to a radioactive core. They are all important no matter where they’re placed–”

She could feel him probing into her mind, a hand turning over shells on a beach, looking to see if one of those shells could hold some value. This wasn’t as obvious though. This was a master thief palming an expensive jewel from a display while everyone watched on without even noticing.

“–Some of them simply need a little molding, or instructions to go by to know where they fit best. You’ve done well so far, but only well. You can do so much more–”

She wasn’t supposed to know he was running his tendrils across her mind, pressing them here and there to see if they would sink in and take root. He rattled at doors and peered into cracks, returning to the closed off places to try once again to get inside.

“–All that is required is a willingness to go beyond what you are capable of as you open yourself to that potential; perform these duties and better yourself for those who wish to keep the Sect from decaying as it has been up until now, My Child.”

She felt suspicion come from his end with some of the black spots of her mind that he couldn’t look into, no matter how hard he sifted around inside.

The Priestess held her breath as she mentally fingered one of those tendrils. It worked both ways. She tightened her grip and shot forward.

Everyone, even the Empaths and non-cerebri, had barriers they could instill in their minds to keep people out. Most took the form of doors or walls too high for the interloper mind to scale. What she nearly hit was something like a radioactive barrier, bristling with deadly energy. She drew back before she actually made contact, sparing herself from a self-imposed vegetative state.

The Demagogue reacted with a sudden stiffening of the back, his eyes sharpening.

“Were you looking for something, My Child?”

“You were looking first,” she countered, keeping her voice steady. “I thought it was an invitation. You did say that we were to be open with each other.”

Something innate said that she wasn’t supposed to know he was rifling around in her head. A sense of self-chastisement came from him as a minor flash in his consciousness. The hand on her shoulder tightened its grip.

“I was only making sure that you hadn’t been handled. I have enemies among the Sect who disguise themselves as my most loyal allies in order to sink a knife into my back or blow a hole through my head. They’ve never come even close to that sort of thing, but, as they say, there’s a first for everything. You’re not one of those now, are you?”

The long needle hidden beneath false flesh on her arm started to feel more and more prominent. The hand that she had clasping her upper arm to turn it over, rip the flesh back and grab the needle was frozen in place.

“I wouldn’t dare dream–”

A sharp jolt of pain like the beginnings of a migraine or a white-hot poker slid its way into her head. The Priestess realized she had been feeling that pain throughout The Demagogue’s conversation, but up until now, hadn’t noticed it. His voice had been a kind of balm against it, or he had masked it in some way, but she could feel it now like a drill. Still, she kept her body rigid, her eyes on the mask. The golden background that surrounded the red-robed man before her started to melt and ooze around him, swirling away into the shadowed alcoves and stealing the light with it. The only thing that The Priestess was aware of was The Demagogue and the pain. A voice hissed in her head:

I wouldn’t lie to me if I were you.

“Not–lying–”

Then let me in. Let me in. Let me in. Let me in!

The Priestess bared her teeth in a grimace of a smile as she finally focused on his eyes, two balls of light in the black room. Her fingers turned claws stiltedly tugged at the needle.

“Poor Demagogue–can’t even tear my secrets out of my head. Not as powerful as you think you are, hm?”

The twin suns of gold disappeared in front of her, along with everything else as the pain was the only thing she was aware of. Her hand fell away from the weapon to try to grab at something, anything to steady herself. There was a cracking sensation she felt more than heard as something deep in the recesses of her mind was smashed. Then she was floating, falling. Nothing.

#ladypepperofdavenshire #untitled sci fi story #untitled sci fi wip #the demagogue #the priestess #writing #priestess be like 'chuckles i'm in danger'#also today was a very good day for working on the plot :)))#i was able to flesh out act ii A LOT #now i gotta work on act i and iii LOL

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