#indecent behavior 2

[fuzzyghost]

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[ma1dita]

crazy little thing

a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 3.4k

summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where he spends all his drachmas to make you smile. Sometimes, the Apollo kids are better matchmakers than Aphrodite herself. Everyone’s tired of you two dancing around each other. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

a/n: lil valentines day special though im working on more est. relationship fluff after this!! happy season 2 renewal babies

(posted 2/9/24 unbetaed)

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“Come on, you gotta admit—it’s kinda funny!” 

Luke is met with blank stares at the camp store after he places a few drachmas onto the folding table in front of the Apollo kids. They’re not sure if he’s trying to convince them, or himself.

Because yeah, that’s the excuse he goes for, wanting to spend his savings on having them sing to a certain head counselor instead of admitting his blatantly obvious feelings, so if you ask Lee Fletcher and his half-siblings, it’s kind of pathetic.

“What do we look like, a traveling mariachi band, Castellan?” he deadpans, watching the usually confident boy scratch the back of his neck with his face red like someone who’s been sitting out in the sun for too long. 

“I’m not saying to follow her around all day or whatever, just pick a random time to sing a song and catch her off-guard,” he insists, before meeting the judgmental look of one of Lee’s younger siblings.

Lee chuckles, ruffling his sister’s hair before looking at Luke quite seriously, “She’s a good friend. You’re gonna have to pay us more than that. Special song for a special lady after all.”

The son of Hermes knows he’s gonna regret this sooner or later, but proceeds to throw the rest of his meager earnings onto the table. He has other ways of being resourceful anyway, the box of chocolates he nicked from behind the store counter feeling heavy in his jacket pocket.

“Right…she’s just a friend.”

Luke’s hands fidget at his sides as he stands there, feeling a little stupid.

Lee’s little sister scoops up the coins from the table, her raised eyebrows and light aura mirroring that of her older brother. 

“What song were you thinking?” she asks, “Gotta make sure I know it if I’m singing it to your…friend.”

The 18-year-old boy tugs at his dark curls, getting more embarrassed and wanting to retreat with every minute that passes, but he’s never been one to back down from anything–swordfights, monsters, capture the flag, but this—trying to impress you...is a whole different story somehow.

Why are feelings so damn complicated? 

It feels like being at the butt of a joke, or more accurately—at the sharp edge of a sword, and Luke never lets his fights end in a draw.

“You guys got it covered. Just…surprise me too, I guess,” he sighs, walking off without finishing his sentence. He wishes he could pray a little harder to his dad for luck, even if he’s unsure of what exactly he’s wishing for (or if his dad will even listen).

“Castellan’s hopeless. You think he knows it yet?” the girl asks her brother, to which Lee laughs.

“I don’t think she does either, even though everyone else can see right through them. The new bets are on who’s gonna break first. Chiron’s been keeping track, but don’t tell Mr. D.”

If Luke wants a show, they’ll make sure he’ll get his money’s worth—and hopefully, it’ll push you two along faster. Lee bet on you two getting together before the summer after all, and he’ll be damned if he loses to Clarisse.

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Valentine’s Day might be the day of love, but for you, someone who’s single (not by choice), and heavily busy with making sure people aren’t so…enamored in public (you’ve lost count of the reports you’ve written out due to indecent behavior this morning alone)---this just feels like another Wednesday, except with more hormonal teenagers with uncontrollable urges than usual. 

Oh, the joys of being the daughter of the camp director, also known as everyone’s favorite narc.

Honestly, love can suck it. With this much love in the air, you can feel it suffocating you like a plastic bag over your head. 

That’s an uncontrollable urge. Too much?

Maybe Silena was right, you do need to open yourself up more to romantic opportunities. But if you have to watch another person swap spit and get pawed at like they’re the last dinner roll at the table….You might commit arson and set this place ablaze.

You just didn’t understand why people had to go all out today of all days. Shouldn’t love be shown year-round? Though you were a person of theatrics and enjoy a good show, it is amazing how much grandiose displays of affection make you cringe. It felt very performative, instead of genuine, and you would know, you’re the best actress at camp. You’ve acted out stories before, knowing all of the greatest romances and tragedies by heart. And you pride yourself on being a decent teacher to the campers, but for some of them, love still translates to a bad rendition of a ballad they heard on the radio.

Nothing gets past you at this point.

But that sucks too sometimes, you know?

Multiple failed flings and a heartbreak or two weigh down on you on days like this one, as you’re stuck being a bystander to outlandish displays put on by the Aphrodite kids being put to work. Love is their domain anyway, and yours…makes you feel a little less undesirable. Each demigod has their own strengths and weaknesses, but perhaps in the name of love, some of them don’t know how to take a hint. Several forgettable prose readings, a Sparknotes version of Eros and Psyche, and too many red roses to count have you reeling from exhaustion and a bit of disgust—-and it’s only lunchtime. 

So yeah, maybe you’re a little jealous; they could call you Nemesis at this point.

The only flowers you got today were from the little kids from along the path to the strawberry orchard, and though it’s sweet—the human side of you misses affection. 

Devotion. 

To be a daughter of Dionysus meant to deal in extremes, obsession or nothing, and there are very few people who can handle that. Always being too much to handle, or uninterested as a defense mechanism. Perhaps that’s what scares admirers away. 

That, or the fact that Luke Castellan is always attached to your hip. To be honest, you’ve always preferred it that way—the both of you working as a pair always gets things done faster around camp and he brightens your mood, whether you admit it or not. 

But you two are just friends. 

Really good friends who look for each other in crowded rooms, hands constantly brushing against the other for comfort, and able to pick up where the other one leaves off. Usually he’s the first person you see in the morning, and the last person you say goodnight to. You know how he likes his coffee and he cuts your apples for you as you two sit together in your unassigned seats in the dining pavilion. You watch each other’s workshops and if one of you is missing, everyone knows to ask the other to get an answer.

Right? That’s totally normal coworker/friend behavior.

If you were ever given immortality, perhaps they’d make you the goddess of denial.

You’re sweeping up confetti from the dining hall floor after an uncoordinated excuse of a flash mob was performed for one of the Demeter kids…and not to sound like a heinous bitch, but maybe next time they should use something biodegradable…or less messy. Sighing deeply, you feel someone’s eyes on you, and when you look up, Luke’s standing there with two full plates of food.

“Take a break, trouble. No one’s paying you overtime,” he jokes, and you roll your eyes as you put the broom aside.

“No one’s paying me at all…” you groan, before taking the plate out of his hands and knocking your head against his shoulder in thanks. He snickers as his hand brushes the small of your back, tickling your spine as he leads you to sit at a table.

“Just another holiday. You know how it is.”

“It’d be nice to have a night off though. Sometimes I regret taking up the position,” you mumble through spoonfuls of soup. He throws his large hand over your shoulder, kneading some tension from your trapezius. Head jerking along with the movements, you giggle as soup dribbles off your spoon, which makes his lips quirk into a small smile. Being around you felt so thoughtless and easy that if you told him to jump off a bridge he’d do it without question, which should be more concerning—the hold you have on him is irrevocable. Feelings are way too difficult for his teenage brain to comprehend at this stage. It’s easier to wash dishes with lava or fight off a dragon (bad example, he knows, but there’s something about you that already makes him feel like he’s losing before anything’s even happened).

Luke is someone who fights until the end, a soldier who’s always trained and so ready that sometimes it makes you wonder what war he’s preparing for. Infatuation, or the scarier, four-letter word was not something he was ever briefed on.

“No, you don’t. You’re a control freak,” he says with a grin. 

Luke watches you play with the pendant on your necklace, the dragon scale he fashioned into your favorite accessory glinting in your hand. Running your fingers back and forth over the smooth surface, your other hand puts the spoon down and you place your head on his shoulder. He thinks if he had to describe the four-letter word on the tip of his tongue, he’d tell whoever’s asking about the way you kissed his healing cheek after you both left the Garden of Hesperides. More than a year later, Luke is still unable to find the right words even if the weakness has made a home in his heart with your name written all over it.

“I swear if I have to hear another person croak out a lovesong I might just drown myself in the Long Island Sound,” you scoff as his fingers trace circles onto your waist.

There’s a low strum of a guitar that reaches your ears and your forehead meets the cool surface of the table as you shut your eyes and grumble. It’s Lee and his half-siblings, beginning to walk through the hall seconds away from singing until they see Luke shaking his head and dragging his finger across his throat to please, gods, stop. The Apollo kids swivel and 180, walking out of the hall as the music stops dissonantly, rolling their eyes and dragging their feet.

“That was quick,” you say inquisitively as your head pops up from the table to see Luke looking off in the distance.

“Heh…I think they were just practicing or something…”

He then had to run off and pay them more drachmas for the inconvenience. 

Fucking hustlers.

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The sun sets quickly on Camp Half-Blood since it’s mid-February, and Luke finds you trying to calm your nerves as you look at the mess of glitter and paper mache that covers the arts and crafts hall from floor to ceiling.

“I can’t believe this!” you say in disbelief as you look at Luke, and he takes the can of Redbull out of your shaking hand.  

“There’s just no fucking way everyone decided to use glitter. It’s everywhere! I’m—CONNOR, PUT THE SCISSORS DOWN!”

Luke sighs as he holds his hand out for his younger brother to give up the craft scissors, which he relinquishes with a mischievous grin. 

“Guys, go find trouble somewhere else,” Luke mutters, pushing his head away, and where Connor goes, Travis quickly follows, tossing a canister of glitter back at him and not knowing it was still open.

“Oops.” 

Immediately, the both of you are showered in iridescent particles, floating over your heads and stuck in your hair as the older Stoll brother looks at the two of you wide-eyed.

“You've already got trouble anyway,” he says teasingly, and this asshole winks at Luke before bolting out the door.

The room is silent now, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, before speaking, “I don’t care if he’s your brother, Luke. I might just fucking kill him.” You'd say more but your eyes are shut as you try not to breathe in glitter, and then the sound of the doorknob rattling catches your attention. Luke is standing there, finally faced with a door he can’t open, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance–but the effect isn’t as menacing as it should be when he’s covered in red and pink sparkles.

“Not if I get to him first, the little bastard.”

“Just open the door,” you say panicked, running over and forcing his hands off the doorknob.

“I can’t if you won’t let me do it!” He grits, elbowing you and trying to unlock the door with both his inherited gift and brute strength.

“What kind of demigod even are you? Lockpicking is supposed to be your thing!”

“Well OBVIOUSLY, but it’s not working, now is it, trouble?”

Luke finishes off the rest of your energy drink before throwing the can over his shoulder and he swears he can hear you cuss at him under your breath as you berate him about the mess, so he chooses to focus on busting the door down instead of looking at the glitter stuck in your eyelashes and thinking about how the idea of being stuck in a room with you makes him feel weak at the knees. Through the window, his eyes meet the group of Apollo kids staring at the predicament you two are in (and the barricade of chairs the Stoll brothers put in front of the door). He sighs, and Lee’s little sister flips him off as they start to walk away again, instruments in tow.

“You gonna charge him again?”

A tiny Will Solace looks at his elders for guidance as they walk along the path. As one of the youngest in the bunch, he especially idolizes anything his half-siblings do, going along with whatever they see fit.

“No, but we’re close enough to the archery range that I might just shoot them through their hearts myself. Eros and Aphrodite themselves are pretty much begging us to,” Lee grumbles.

“Why are we doing this again?” Will babbles, and his half-sister grabs his hand to help him walk faster.

“A crazy little thing called love. You’ll understand it better someday, kid.”

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Thankfully, it all starts winding down after dinner. Luke finds you leaning against a tree flipping through your clipboard during the camp sing-along, so he tugs at your elbow to get your attention.

“Wanna get out of here?”

You look at him, slotting your pen behind your ear as you notice faint glitter particles still dotted along his cheeks. As your lips pull into a small smile, you say, "I still have a few things to do after this, don't you?"

"Cleared your schedule for the night," he mumbles, and whether it's the glow of the bonfire or he's actually blushing, a teasing expression crosses your face as you step closer and cross your arms at him.

"You cleared my schedule for the night. How on earth did you do that?"

Instead of a proper reply, he grabs your hand, tugging you out to the docks near the lake.

"Don't worry about it."

He's not going to tell you that he owes Chris and Annie a few favors before the end of the month to make up for the night shift they ended up taking. Instead, you both sit cross-legged at the edge of the dock, a gentle breeze brushing at your clothes and for the first time today, you're able to just exist.

"I hate Valentine's Day," you suddenly say, looking up at the night sky, and he's watching you closely as the gentle shine of the moon casts a cool glow on your face. Luke cringes at your statement, thinking he's already thrown away his shot.

"Why's that?"

"Tell me something Luke, am I unlikable? Like, is there anything wrong with me?"

He looks at you like you've told him you’re secretly a cyclops.

“The fuck? How many times do I have to tell you that everyone thinks you’re great?"

You don't even give him a chance to finish his sentence before you blurt, "I don’t want to be great, I want to be loved!" Reeling back a little, you lean back on your hands to create some distance.

 “Sorry... that was a lot, and I’m just...wanting to be noticed. It's nice to have people's attention sometimes, you know?”

You’ve got all of mine, he thinks, realizing he never stood a chance at fighting it—this four-letter feeling you give him is the first and only battle he’ll back down from, and you're the only person he’ll wholeheartedly surrender to.

In short, he’s fucked.

"I always notice you." He pulls out a dented box of chocolates from his jacket pocket, opening it up for the both of you to share, and the look of amusement on your face makes him glad that at least one thing somewhat went to plan today, even if the chocolate truffles are a bit smushed. You’re popping one into your mouth and his dark eyes follow the trail of your fingers to your mouth, feeling his heart beat a bit faster.

But then you both hear the soft strum of a guitar from near the trees, and the two of you turn to hear some of the Apollo kids singing beautifully along the coastline.

I'll be seeing you, in all the old, familiar places...That this heart of mine embraces...

You gasp, grabbing Luke’s arm to push yourself up so that the both of you can turn and face a small group of your closest Apollo friends singing to the both of you. Luke’s eyes soften further when he feels you grab his hand and squeeze, leaning against his shoulder as you listen.

“Did you do this?” you mumble, still entranced by the performance.

“Only if it makes you laugh.”

And you do, in the way that he loves—a bit crazy and too loud, and it’s perfect.

I’ll always think of you that way…I’ll find you in the morning sun….

Whether it’s fireflies or Will bouncing light off the water to look like small, glowing candles, Luke can’t tell—he’s too busy watching your lips pull into a smile so confectionery his sweet tooth starts to ache. The little kid was never good at archery like his other half-siblings, but as your eyes shimmer under the ambient lights, you think his added romantic gesture shot you straight through the heart.

“You know, sometimes I really do hate you, Luke Castellan,” you whisper, and it couldn’t be more far from the truth.

“No, you don’t.”

His eyes flicker to you again, but you’re already looking back at him.

“I don’t.”

And when the night is new, I’ll be looking at the moon…but I’ll be seeing you…

It’s quiet now, and you’re unsure of where the Apollonian ensemble disappeared to but instead of worrying about if they’ll make it back before curfew, you stand there in front of Luke with your guard down.

Getting a little closer than he expected, your noses brush before you pull the slightly crushed wildflowers from your jean pocket, the only physical reminder you’ve kept from today, and tuck them into his jacket pocket, sitting right above his heart. 

“Thank you.”

Luke doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until he feels your lips gently kiss the marred skin on his right cheek, the blemish having an uncanny resemblance to a stroke of lightning; it serves as a reminder of his weakness. The lines blur as his eyes close to savor it and he doesn’t know if weakness is your kisses or his scar—but he is vulnerable to it all the same, realizing there’s a crack in the otherwise perfect persona that he’s worked so hard on. When his eyes open again, his Achilles’ heel has taken human form.

—

“This has got to be cheating,” Clarisse grumbles as she watches from the distance, hidden behind the trees.

“It’s not cheating if I’m winning. Silena’s gonna get a kick out of this,” Lee chuckles, ushering everyone back towards the cabins. It’s a bit harder to do this in the dark as they try to be quiet and not interrupt whatever will happen next between their favorite counselors.

“Well lucky for you, your gifts are cute and romantic, what am I supposed to do? They fight enough!”

“That’s what got them into this mess in the first place. Come on, curfew’s in 10. We’ll find out which of us wins the bet soon enough,” Chris mutters, pushing them along back onto the main path.

“Easy for you to say, Rodriguez, you live with Luke!”

“Would I ever lie to you, La Rue?” he says with a mischievous grin, and the Apollo kids giggle at the irony.

—

“My body ages,

my anger burns into a seam.

I am so annoyed by love

and still it comes.”

-Kate Baer

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[whoreforjisung]

Pervy Neighbor Jisung Pt.2 ✨

Content/tags/warnings: smut / jisungxfem reader / perv!jisung / reader is a little bit of a perv too / masturbation(m,f) / “noona” / mentions of other members / drug use / panty stealing / cum eating / switch!jisung / switch!reader / mutual pining

Word Count: 4.2k

a/n: Since a lot of people seemed to enjoy my first one-shot, I decided to continue the story in multiple parts! Constructive criticism as well as requests are welcome! Next part will include the house-warming party 👀

Not proofread, all characters are only used for the purpose of face-claims and do not reflect real-life actions and behaviors of people involved

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It’s been almost a month since you moved in, and Jisung has, quite frankly, run out of material. As much as he adored that picture he snapped through your window of your delectable ass presenting itself to him, there were only so many scenarios he could logistically work with- his favorite being one of the first he conjured up, with you inviting him over during a yoga session on your balcony. He was especially fond of that one.

In fact, he had already run through them all several times, and as a man with a creative inclination, he needed new imaginary canvases to paint even more indecent imagery with. He really didn’t know how he ended up in this situation. Sure, he was always a man who thought more with the head between his legs than the one atop his shoulders, but he was never one to actively display such depraved behavior- that was, until you invaded his mind. You were akin to a captivating siren luring him out to the vast depths of the sea that was his lust for you, and he wasn’t quite sure that he wanted to resist your entrancing melody.

There were a few minor complications preventing him from reaching his goals, though. The first being how the hell he would successfully obtain fresh aids for his newfound private pastime. In order to give himself more inspiration to work with, he needed to get closer to you. Normally, he would not see this as an issue at all, as he was rather confident in his physical appearance and charisma. The second- and most debilitating issue, however, lies in your surely abhorrent first impression of him. A visceral chill creeps up his spine at the mere thought of what your current opinion of him must be.

After he fucked his frustrations into his fist every night to thoughts of you, he stared at his ceiling making mental diagrams of different approaches he could take for you to nudge him over to your good side. He may have doomed himself from the first day with his thoughtless and downright rude behavior, but he was determined to rectify the misunderstanding he had perpetuated.

Luckily for Jisung, his ever-reliable mate, Felix, had already taken the first steps for him- by adding you on various social media outlets. He had been mindlessly scrolling when you stood out in the crowd of faces in his suggested friends page. It may not seem like much, but the best possible starting point had practically fallen right into his lap. He now had access to your name, interests, dislikes, music taste, and friends list- conveniently right at his fingertips to educate himself with whenever he desired. Not to mention, one mouth-watering, jaw-dropping, boner-popping display of your gorgeously-proportioned body, clad in a slutty little powder blue string bikini- just for him. It was certainly claiming it’s spot at the top the spank bank for later. He’ll have to send Felix something as a token of his appreciation for that one.

Through his frequent investigations of your treasure trove of publicly accessible information, he learned that you are, in fact, one year older than him- that was going to do wonders for his little “noona” kink. His suspicions of you being an artist were correct, much to his delight, as he’s naturally attracted to creative minds. Your taste in music also aligns surprisingly well with his own. You have more tattoos than he originally thought- which he finds incredibly hot. In your bikini pic, he spotted a dazzling silver gem nestled above your belly button- also sexy. It made him wonder if you have more piercings in places hidden under the skimpy garment- he really hoped you did. One crucial piece of information he couldn’t deduce from his research, though, was your relationship status. If you were in a relationship, it couldn’t be a happy one. There was no indication of you having a partner on any of your platforms, so he decided it was unlikely.

Now that he learned as much as he possibly could about you without direct contact, he needed to find a way to repair your skewed perception of him. He could go with his original plan of just knocking on your door, introducing himself, and apologizing, but that seemed a tad bit more risky than he was comfortable with. Since you were apparently acquainted with Felix, maybe he could convince him to act as his wingman? No, he didn’t want to come across as desperate- even if he absolutely was. Maybe Miroh? The two of you were already friends on the game thanks to him assisting you with your S-Class Dungeon victory. He could help you through the slightly more daunting Levanter or Circus stages next. And then what? Just send “hey, by the way, I’m your new neighbor.”? You would wonder how he knew who you were, and instantly be creeped out- rightfully so. He’ll still help you through more dungeons anonymously though. The intense adrenaline rush he gets from it, along with the blood that rushes straight to his junk when you cutely beg him for help- is addictive.

Your bikini pic sufficed to tide Jisung over for another week and a half, shamelessly painting your image on his phone screen white at least once, sometimes twice, or even three times a day. During this time, he strolled the market he had discovered you frequented and gained some helpful intel- you were a bit closer to Felix than he originally thought, even stopping by the various stands he often helped out with to chat or drop off food for him. A few times, Jisung thought about coming up to him while you were there to introduce himself. Ultimately, he decided it would be best for you to naturally stumble upon them hanging out together. So, he cleverly plotted to join his friend with his market volunteering for the next month or so. The first week was a bust, since you seemed to be avoiding Felix with him in the picture now. Regardless, he didn’t let it discourage him, and attentively remained loyal to his plan.

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When you told Felix about how you didn’t host a house-warming party, as you didn’t really know anyone in the area yet, he offered to throw you one to introduce you to his friends. As he got to know you better, he knew you would fit right in with his friend group. When you agreed, he gave you descriptions of his seven closest friends. You were already briefly introduced to Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Seungmin, but he threw in a few more names you didn’t recognize. Among the unrecognizable names, you tried to pick out the one that could belong to your neighbor, the boy you had spotted curled up on the couch in Minho’s study. Based on his descriptions, it couldn’t have been Jeongin- the youngest of the group, or Jisung- the affectionately-dubbed “babygirl” in Felix’s words. That left you with Chris, his fellow Australian mate, and the eldest. However, his description didn’t match your neighbor either.

When you set out for the market a few days later to deliver Felix some extra sugar cookies you had baked that morning, you saw him again. He was engaged in a conversation with your friend as they appeared to be working one of the fresh fruits and vegetable stalls together. You weren’t close enough to make out what was being discussed between the two, but your attention was drawn to the brunette’s body language. You observed the two friends for a few minutes, as your neighbor cycled through a series of cutesy expressions, excited little jumps, and exaggerated hand movements directed toward Felix. You were dumbfounded by how he candidly resembled a completely different person to the one you had briefly encountered over a month ago. This guy seemed to have an energetic and charismatic personality- an immensely stark contrast to the insolent and crude introduction you were given. You decided to return home with the cookies still in hand, not quite ready to approach yet.

Later that night, you were still hung up on thoughts about your neighbor. You originally thought he really was just an asshole, but the glimpse of him you saw at Minho’s place, as well as the market, had you reconsidering. You wanted to find out more about him. If he did behave differently to you specifically, why was he so callous? You were sure his outburst was the first time you saw him, so it’s not like you did anything to personally upset him. Frustrated, you navigated towards Felix’s social media in the hopes of finding his profile to learn more about him.

To say the man had a lot of followers would be an understatement. He was clearly very popular, and you began to lose hope of finding your neighbor amongst them. You couldn’t spot him in any of the group selfies on Felix’s page either. An imaginary lightbulb illuminated itself in your head as you realized you could just text Felix, asking him to send you all of his friend’s profiles. It wouldn’t be weird, since you’d be meeting them all soon at your house-warming party anyway. While waiting for him to reply, you opened the jar perched on your nightstand, containing a handful of special gummies, popped one in your mouth, and walked to the nearby convenience store to replenish your snack supply.

On your way back home, your phone lit up with the notification of Felix’s reply as you started to feel the effects of the gummy take hold. Immediately after closing your door and kicking your shoes off, you reclined yourself on the sofa, your bag of snacks within arm’s reach, and opened your chat with Felix. Sure enough, he sent you links to seven profiles with each of their names attached. Chris was first, with his feed mostly consisting of himself on late-night walks around town, pictures of his dog, and gym selfies. You immediately noticed how fit he was, with a killer face to match, and began to wonder if all of Felix’s friends were as absurdly attractive as he was. The next profile, Minho’s, caught you off guard to say the least. There were barely any pictures of him, and the ones that were posted usually distorted his face with the most outlandish filters you could imagine. The rest of his feed was overflowing with pictures of his three adorable cats, as well as several unappetizing close-ups of what appeared to be food. You were definitely intrigued, and were looking forward to getting to know him better. The next link directed you to Changbin’s page. While you did briefly meet him in person already, you were too overwhelmed by the utter chaos unfolding in Minho’s apartment to really take in his physique. He was a total gym rat- his feed plastered with pictures showcasing his enormous muscles to prove it. What really surprised you, though, was the sheer amount of dance covers he posted featuring popular k-pop girl group songs. The man knew how to shake it, and you were pleasantly surprised by the way he didn’t lock himself into his masculine side, despite his appearance. Moving on to Hyunjin, you probably spent around an hour admiring the captivating artwork he posted. As an artist yourself, you were enamored by his abstract and romantic style. Equally as captivating, were his features. He was a fashion model, and clearly had the looks for it. You couldn’t spot a single flaw on his perfectly sculpted face.

When you returned to Felix’s links and opened the next one- Jisung’s, you immediately recognized the doe-eyed brunette in the profile picture as your neighbor. Felix had described him to you as the mood-maker of the group, with his hilarious personality and exaggeratedly cute behavior impossible to resist. You had thought Jisung was one of the least likely to be the person in question, so this discovery was very jarring. Even more so, however, was the duality he displayed with his selfies. The most recent upload featuring a cute pose- big, round eyes, puffy cheeks, and pouty lips. As you scrolled down to the next, you were met with a completely different vibe. His head was tilted back, as if he was looking down at you, with sultry siren eyes, his chain necklace dangling from perfect teeth, and the neckline of a loose-fitting white t-shirt exposing his gorgeously-tanned neck and collarbones. You scrolled back and forth between the two pictures, in absolute awe at the fact that they both displayed the same person.

As you continued scrolling, his occupation as a music producer and songwriter was revealed. He uploaded several aesthetic pictures with his own work serving as background music, and you had to admit- he definitely had talent. Each instrumental perfectly encapsulated the vibe of the picture it was paired with, and he definitely knew what he was doing from a production standpoint. The real shock came when you stumbled upon his singing and rapping videos, though. He really could do it all. He perfectly rode every beat with his flow, topping it off with impeccable enunciation. The most impressive (and admittedly attractive) aspect was his ability to effortlessly switch the tone of his voice, going from an insanely high register to a low, raspy one instantaneously. This skill clearly also carried over to his singing- his higher vocals incredibly stable, and his raspy, low tone shamefully had you feeling some type of way. You decided to blame that on the effects of the gummy.

You lingered on Jisung’s profile for longer than you would have liked to admit, especially the pictures displaying his surprisingly flirty and cocky persona. There was one picture in particular, that had your imagination running wild. His eyes were shrouded in black eyeliner, looking straight into the camera, with his lips slightly parted and his tongue protruding toward the corner of his mouth. His thumb nestled just below his bottom lip- complete with black nail polish. It gave off the vibe of him looking up at you from between your thighs, after mercilessly coaxing multiple orgasms out of you with his seemingly skilled tongue, and lazily wiping the remnants of your release off his chin.

To be honest, you’ve been attempting to ignore the persistent throbbing in your core since you first started exploring his feed, but that last picture completely abolished all resolve you were desperately clinging to. Your right hand had been absentmindedly tracing light circles up and down your thigh for the last ten minutes, slowly drawing increasingly closer to your aching heat. Your own hand became Jisung’s in your imagination when you scrolled to a photo of his, wrapped around the neck of an electric guitar. The caption read “Guitar isn’t the only thing my hands are skilled with, ladies… ;)” The little shit knew exactly what he was doing, which, was oddly attractive to you. Your hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts. With your middle finger nestled between your folds, you gasped at the contact.

Your heightened senses due to the gummy amplified the intensity of every touch, the pleasure increasing tenfold. To say you were soaked would be an understatement. The back of your hand was immediately coated with your arousal, as it sandwiched itself between your needy cunt and completely drenched panties. The lewd sounds caused by your wetness, along with the humiliation that washed over you as you realized you were still on the couch in your living room, only served to turn you on even more. As your middle finger breached your entrance, soon followed by your ring finger, you pictured Jisung’s pretty fingers slowly pumping you instead. Black fingernails becoming a clouded shade as your juices coat them, dripping over his silver rings. You wondered if you would be able to feel them as his fingers pushed in and out, or when they bumped up against your swollen clit as he curled his fingers upwards, relentlessly pounding your sweet spot. When you added his tongue into the picture- sloppily lapping anywhere his hand didn’t obstruct, occasionally dragging along your inner thighs and hungrily licking your arousal that had reached there, you let go. You couldn’t control the spasming of your legs, as well as the obscenely load moan that escaped past your lips, as you lost yourself in the most intense orgasm you have felt in ages. After a few minutes of regaining your composure, you washed up and crawled into bed. You were looking forward to getting to know Jisung better.

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The next week Jisung helped Felix at the market, you finally made your appearance. He had his back turned to the bustling foot traffic, tediously deboning a massive chunk of raw tuna when his ears (and dick) involuntarily perked up at the sound of your sweet voice. “Hey Felix! How’s it going today?” You cheerfully approached, prompting the brunette to wonder how his name would sound as it rolled off your lips. “Hey yourself! Its a little slow today, but should pick up around lunch. This is my friend Jisung I was telling you about!” The blond returned, gesturing towards him. Felix told you about him? He wondered what you had heard, and how it made you feel, but quickly shook his thoughts away before he could get lost in them. This was finally his chance to reintroduce himself, and he was not gonna fuck it up this time. He swiped his hands across the front of his apron as he turned towards you, offering what he hoped was a charming smile.

“I would give you a handshake, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want fish smell on your hands. Sorry we kinda got off on the wrong foot there, it’s great to meet you!” He mustered up his best approach as he shot you an apologetic look, nervously cradling the back of his neck with his right hand.

“Oh, no worries! Felix told me you were really nice, so I figured you were just having a bad day. It’s nice to meet you too!” you replied. It took everything in his power to not grab his friend’s stupidly-lovable face and plant a big, fat kiss on his freckle-covered cheek right then and there. The man was, quite literally, doing all of the hard work for him.

After exchanging your greetings, you moved onto the next stall on your list. Meanwhile, Jisung attempted to burn your approximate waist-to-hip ratio into his memory- for a more realistic point of view of him taking you from behind, of course. His mesmerized focus was abruptly interrupted by his friend landing a friendly smack to his ass, signaling for him to get back to work.

Later that night, he was working on a new song when his phone exploded with notifications from his group chat with his friends. Felix had sent a text notifying everyone about a house-warming party he was hosting for a friend. When his eyes swept across your name, he immediately felt himself tighten in his joggers. He had basically pavloved himself into suffering automatic erections at the slightest thought of you with the recent frequency of his jerking off. To say he was ecstatic would be an understatement as he skimmed through the rest of the messages. He was invited to your place. Of course, his friends would be there too, but actually seeing the inside of your living space, as well as being so physically close to you- would add a whole new level of realism to his sinful fantasies. His usual view of you was from the distance of his own apartment, obstructed by two windows when you weren’t on your balcony. Your appearance at the market today was the closest he’s gotten so far.

Maybe if he played his cards right, he could sneak off into your bathroom, find out what shampoo and body wash you used, and purchase the same. Adding the element of your scent to his late-night sessions could be fun. The more he thought about it, the more depravity overtook him. What if he didn’t stop there? What if he snuck into your bedroom? Found a pair of panties to shove in his pocket and later shove into his face as he climaxes, or found your toys you use to get yourself off when you should be using him.

Still seated in front of his computer, he slightly reclined the chair back as he pulled down his waistband and teased his leaking tip slowly, his mind brewing up his latest creation. He was at your party with his friends. You were distracted by replenishing snacks, Changbin and Seungmin were engaged in a heated debate while the others focused on playing a game on your TV. He took advantage of the distractions and made his move, heading towards your bathroom. He passed the door as he embarked on his real mission- to find your bedroom. After one unsuccessful attempt opening the door to reveal a storage closet, he finally found it.

Once he shut the door behind him, he allowed himself a few seconds to take in his surroundings. When his eyes locked onto the door to your closet slightly ajar, he crossed the room and opened it further. Your laundry basket sat on the floor, powder blue lace thong placed neatly on top. He picked up the garment, intending to relocate it to his pocket, but his hand moved faster than his brain, bringing it up to his face instead. Once he inhaled deeply, taking in your scent, there was no hope for him. He shifted to the edge of your bed, uncrumpling your panties and flattening them out neatly on your mattress. He quickly released his greedy cock, laying it on top of your thong as he used the pad of his thumb to apply light pressure. His hips slowly thrusted, grinding his greedy dick between the dainty lace and his calloused thumb, the contrast of textures driving him crazy. As he increased his pace, he wrapped the lace around his whole circumference and replaced the tip of his thumb with his entire hand, amplifying the pressure. The sight of his tan cock peeking through the blue lace, along with the filthiness of his actions, had him biting his bottom lip for dear life to contain his moans threatening to escape.

He did the same in real life. As his thighs started quivering, he threw his head back against the headrest of his seat. His efforts to bite back his noises failed, however, as he couldn’t contain the loud moan that forced its way through his clenched teeth when his hand grazed over a particularly sensitive spot. Feeling his orgasm approaching, he released his grip completely, twitching at the sudden loss of contact. He wasn’t going to cum yet, not when the highlight of his fantasy had yet to play out. He collected himself for a moment before engrossing himself in his scene again.

He began to panic as his hips started twitching. Soft, needy moans and incoherent mumbling rolling off of his drool-covered lips. He needed to cum, but had nothing to release into. He was so lost in his pleasure that he couldn’t stop as the sound of your door creaking open penetrated through his panting and the wet sounds of his spit and precum-coated cock. He locked eyes with your shocked expression as he blew his hot load all over your panties and bed.

“N-Noona.. I-“ you cut him off with a strong slap to his left cheek. His weak legs not able to support him as his knees buckled collapsed to the floor, the side of his face landing dangerously close to the wet spot he had created on your bed. You stood behind him, forcefully grabbing him by his hair and shoving his face directly into the mess.

“I don’t want to hear another word from you. If you’re going to be a filthy pervert, the least you can do is clean up after yourself.” You spat, further rubbing his face into his own cum. He stuck his tongue out, catching his release on it as your grip on his hair controlled him. When you heard his muffled moans you kneeled down, your face now level with his when you tugged his head upwards. “Are you seriously getting off on this you sick fuck?” You pushed him with his back now flush against the side of your bed. “Oh my god, you’re fucking hard again!” Another slap to his cheek, this time the left. You both looked down as the pain from your slap caused his length to jerk violently, a pathetic bead of precum seeping from the tip and rolling down his shaft. You caught it with your finger, bringing your digit to his mouth and shoving it in. He hungrily sucked it off, a deep moan bellowing from his chest. Withdrawing your hand from his mouth and reaching behind his head, you clutched onto the cum-soaked panties, tilted his head upwards, and shoved them in his mouth.

Jisung groaned as he twitched in his hand, shooting his release all over himself and his keyboard, dripping down between the keys. He had been putting off cleaning the damned thing for weeks, and sighed as he slumped further down in the chair. Thanks to you, he wouldn’t be able to procrastinate any longer.

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[ranaissingle]

Take Me Home

Masterlist

Summary: Reader and Austin have a lazy day together at home with some smut at the end. A/N: This was actually a request but I accidentally deleted it (my bad). I loved the request so much that I decided to rewrite everything because I love sleepy Austin (and I am painfully single). I'm pretty sure the requester asked for smut but I can't really remember. Also, why tf is his laugh so cute in this gif? That shirt must be considered public indecency or something. Rating: M Pairings: Austin Butler Word Count: 1.5k (don't ask me how) Warnings: fingering, handjob, degradation, p in v sex, cockwarming (because I'm a whore), other sex stuff? IDK

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The soft sheets of the bed and duvet laying over top of you did wonders to quell cold air but the single best heater in the world went by the name of Austin Butler. Said heater was currently tucked into the fold of your neck, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, and his hands under your sweatshirt.

He had gone to sleep shirtless last night despite the freezing temperatures and your warnings. In his sleep, he had slowly crept closer and closer to you until he had practically crawled into your skin; which you had absolutely no qualms with. If the repercussion of him not wearing a shirt to bed was that he was wrapped around you by morning, you wouldn't be the one to correct him on his behavior.

You had been awake for at least the last hour but you were content to lay with Austin in your arms. You raked your hands through his soft locks and your other hand up and down his back in circles. The Sun had started to peak through the curtains and shone beautifully against his naked back and golden hair. He sleepily pushed his head deeper into your chest with his lips against your collarbone and tightened his arms around you. He was starting to wake up.

You could probably fall back asleep if you tried, but you rarely woke up before Austin so you would be damned if you let this chance slip away.

"Mmmm Good morning baby" he said as he kissed your collarbone and chest again. His deep voice rumbled against your chest and neck as he spoke.

"Good morning Austin." He could hear the smile in your voice as you hugged him even tighter. There went any plans of holding him for the rest of the morning. Austin reached behind you to reach for his phone on the nightstand.

"It's only 9 we can sleep a little more, can't we?" Austin was usually a morning person so the fact that he wanted to sleep in was worrisome.

"Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?" You pull his head away from your chest with your hands to get a good look at his face. He looked exhausted.

" Yeah, I just had a lot of press to do yesterday so it drained me a bit." You let him put his head back in your chest.

"I will say that having my head in your boobs makes me feel infinitely better."

The laugh that left your lips was Austins favorite sound. He could feel its vibrations against his cheek and he swore that he had never heard something so beautiful.

"Well, you seem exhausted so I give you permission to use them as pillows if you so choose. I want to sleep some more too."

"Well, your highness if you insist." And both of you drifted into a serene sleep.

You awoke 2 hours later to Austin laying open-mouthed kisses along your clavicle and leaving hickeys in his wake. He lifted his head to look at your face as

"Hey baby, you awake yet?" My God, he thought. You looked breathtaking. The sun was shining into your hair and skin and almost lighting you up from the inside. You were both laying on your sides and Austin pulled you closer to push his knee between your legs.

"Austin w-what are you doing?" You knew exactly what he was planning but hearing the way he spoke to you when he was hot and bothered for you made whatever came next even better.

"How bout' I show you instead of telling?" As he spoke, he moved his hand from around your waist to the waistband of your pants. He inched his hand down further and further into your pants until he parted your lower lips and slowly rubbed circled around your clit.

"aah Aus-Austin, i wan- want", you moved your head up to catch his eyes so you could tell what you wanted but he seemed to already understand. He used his other hand to hold the side of your face and pulled you closer to him and only when you felt like you might burst, did he finally place his lips over yours.

He kissed you so lovingly that it almost made you cry. He pressed his thumb against your clit and when you opened your mouth to call his name, he slipped his tongue inside. Austin was a starved man and he kissed you like he hadn't had the pleasure in years and rubbed circles around your entrance asking for permission.

"Please Austin-"

He didn't wait for you to finish. He inserted his finger knuckle by knuckle to get you acquainted with his thick finger. He used his thumb to keep working your clit and the pleasure only intensified when he eventually found the one spot that made you see stars behind your eyes. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to touch him so badly that your fingers were aching and twitching.

"Austin let me t-touch you hmm? Please I wanna feel you."

His answering groan told you all you needed before you reached forward to pull his pants and underwear down to reveal his aching length. He was practically dripping and he panted as you encircled your palm around him and began to pump.

"That's it baby girl you feel so good ugh, you're doing me so well". A whimper escaped your lips at the obscene words he spoke and as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you.

He was almost out of breath when he said, "Can I put it in baby? I need to feel you around me. I know you'll be so warm and ti-"

"Yes! pleeeeease Austin I ca-can't wait anymore."

The smirk on his face and the look in his eyes was absolutely filthy. He pulled your leg farther into the air to slide into your aching hole. His tip teased your entrance for what felt like forever until all of a sudden he was inside of you.

" Umh baby you squeeze me so well. Your tight little cunt is practically begging for me hmm? I know you love getting fucked like this in the mornings. You're a horny little slut aren't you?"

His sentences came accompanied by a thrust of his length and a kiss on your neck.

"You're so b-big Austin. You always fill me up so well." He thrust harder and deeper into you in response to the praise. he brought his hand down from your face to your clit as a reward.

"Aus-Austin im gonna- im gonna cum soon." The moans and whimpers leaving your lips grew louder and winner as he kissed, licked, thrust, and rubbed you everywhere. You could feel everything everywhere all at once.

"Me too baby, do you want it inside?" Austin was also panting and moaning into your neck as he spoke. He wanted to be inside of you forever. He would never tire of how wet you got for him or the whimpers you let out when he got you close to your end.

Austin kept working your clit and thrusting until he felt you start twitching around him.

"Are you almost there baby, i can feel you twitching around me, your little cunt was made just for me." He thrust deeper and harder as he climax drew near.

" No one will ever fuck you like I can huh? I ruined you for anyone else."

"Austin! uh you feel so good. Finish inside of me Austin, please. Can I, can I cum now?" The pleasure was building up so fast and you were starting to get black spots in your vision.

"Yes baby let me feel it, I wanna feel you all wet just for me." He groaned and thrust deeper into you making the bed frame shake with his force. Your body started shaking and he dropped his head into your neck as his hips stuttered.

Austin's cum glazed the inside of you as both of you came together with moans and groans so loud the neighbors would likely be bothered. Austin collapsed on top of you with his length still shoved impossibly deep into you. He tried to reach for the towel in the drawer of the nightstand but you hugged him closer to you.

" Keep it in, I wanna be able to feel you inside of me while I sleep." Your breathy voice tickled his ears and neck as you spoke.

He groaned and lulled his head into your chest "Jesus fuck baby you're gonna make me hard again." Despite his words, he came up to give you a sensual kiss on the lips and tucked your head into his chest as he reached down to cover the both of you with blankets.

You both fell asleep and didn't wake up until well into the afternoon when the sun was setting and the room had gotten cooler.

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This was my first time writing full-blown smut and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I don't think I did too well so ill have to practice that lol. I hope you enjoyed it!

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[anonymouschishiyaimaginesandmore]

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya

Minors, do not read! Contains mentions of smutty behavior!

MASTERLIST (up-to-date)

This is Part 2 !!HERE!! is Part 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters or original stories, only the plot of this fanfic. Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters and original storyline belong to Haro Aso, who made the Manga the Series is based on.

Trigger Warning: Explicit Smut, Complicated Consensual/Not-Consensual Behavior Summery: Chishiya x Female Reader

“Do me a favor and say nothing” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya rugged voice told you “Let me do the work” fuck, he desired your body so much right now, the situation he engaged in with you was evident enough.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya pressed his lower body against you, using the strong grip on you, to guide your body the way he thirsted. With his cock rubbing evidently on your folds, dry humping, and grinding. Soon, this would also not be enough anymore, but for now it was and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya smiled in bliss while you gave him one moan after the other. Completely forgotten was the part where he treated you like a sexdoll for him to use.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya manhandled you the way he needed, and you let him, even welcomed it, trading your independence for pleasure.

“How dare she!” your mothers voice screamed upset, but you didn’t care, your hands reached for the tables end, gripping it in a fruitless attempt to ground yourself, while whining deliciously.

“Shit” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya mumbles breathing heavily “Sorry but I need more” his grip on you loosened, hands leaving to untie the cords of his cotton pants with fast movements, pulling the clothing down enough to free his pulsing cock.

“You don’t mind, do you?” asked MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya laughing dryly. Of course, you didn’t. So he doesn’t even wait for an answer. His erection, slapped against his flat abdomen the moment he pulled himself out and your panties down. Only his balls kept the fabric of his pants from snaping back in place, ruining the moment.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya took his flash into his own hand, stroking himself distributing the pre-cum his angry red tip was leaking like crazy. He leaned forward. Pelvis nudging tenderly against your ass, his dick gliding in between your thighs along your folds, using its dripping juice to coat his length and that was the first time you realized, quite shocked, just how big he was.

The feeling of MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya sex against yours indicated his girth but damn, that was only half the truth. That fucking man was awe strikingly big. Both in size and largeness “W-Wait a second” you begged him strongly intimidated “I think…Its not gonna fit.”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya scoffs condescending “Relax. I will make it. Besides, wasn’t it you who presented yourself so indecent to me?” another nudge, this time it was undeniably MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas erection “So shut up and take it like the bitch you are” he pushed himself agonizingly slowly, stretching you from the inside and all you could think about at this very moment was that, perhaps, princess wasn’t that bad of a tag.

You bit furiously into your thumb, doing your best not to scream, while your body tried helplessly to back away from the pain provoking figure behind you, but to no avail. MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya kept you in place, easing himself deeper into that tight hole of yours, until his balls faintly made contact with your pussy for the first time, bottoming delightfully out, holding this position to enjoy your tenses walls hugging his best part, unwilling to let go. MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya sighed, petting your cheek uplifting “See?” he asked, voice strained “You are doing fine.”

You whimpered towards him, sending mental daggers to let him know how wrong he was, but he only chuckled as a response “Your pussy is taking me like a champ, so don’t act all highly. This is what you wanted” he pulled out, almost completely “Be my princess and let me take you” trusting all back in until your cunt has swallowed him whole “You will love it.”

You shake your head, sobbing. MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya had by far the biggest equipment you ever had to deal with, and you weren’t as sure as him, that you could actually life it thru, if you let him proceed.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya sensed your hesitation. He leaned forward, making you whine as his tip pressed uncomfortably against your cervix “It’s okay” he cooed right next to your ear, puffing hot air onto your skin “Its gonna feel really good, real fast” one hand reached along your body with his fingers wrapping around your throat. Just not his thumb. He used that digit to turn your face towards him, after he lifted your stiff body flush against his covered chest. His lips take the distance and capture yours, lingering on them for a blissful moment, before turning the oh so chest kiss into a sloppy make out.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya waits for you to open your lips and you did, completely taken aback by his actions, so he used that vulnerable moment to intrude your mouth and fight with your tongue for dominance, which he wins almost immediately. You moan into his mouth, gasping for air when his hips start to move, using your distracted self to circle against your body. And all naturally, you relax, molding under his hands “I was right, hm?” he asks between kisses. Tongues lying flat against eachother, further feeding the carnal animal in MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas chest “You are doing so good” he gave you a few harder trusts to gain your attention before speaking on “I know what that pussy can take and what not and my cock surely is on the list of the beneficial ones, don’t you think?”

You nod absentmindedly, not sure what you even agreed on, but your body feels so good and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya is the cause of all that, so you give into his words and let him have you at his mercy, even breaking you, if he decides its necessary “Just try to keep your voice down, okay princess. Can you do this for me? We don’t want things to end before they get even real nice.”

That made you remember something. A thought pushed so far to the back of your head it was starving for attention. Now MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya fed it “My mom” you stammer slight panic arising in your chest “It’s wrong. Chishiya, this is so wrong, what am I doing?”

The blond man shushes you, silencing your fuss with another one of MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas open mouthed kisses that sucked all air out of your lungs “It’s okay. Its fine. How can something that feels so good, be wrong hm? Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya does know what he is doing. He is seducing you into his own little circle of hell. Dante has nothing on him. He never experienced that throbbing cunt of yours, pulling so relentlessly at his cock’s veins, not wanting to let go of the pleasure he was giving you “Let me have you, okay?” he whispers on your quivering lips, wiping away the tears on your eyelids “I will give you such a good time, you will come back for more. How does this sound?”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya licks along your jaw, to your ear, kissing that sensitive place behind. His other hand grip at your chest fumbling over one of the covered tits, squeezing the plum flesh and flicking that little bud in the middle, making you whine. He swallows that sound. It’s too loud and would attract that one person he wants to last at the moment “More?” you ask stupidly and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya chuckles at your sexbrain being barely useful for anything else then gushing over his dick “Yeah more. As much as you want.”

A few harshly aimed smacks of his balls against your cunt later, demanding your full attention, while scrupulously corrupting your morals and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya can hear your mother slowly ending the call. Soon she will be finished and the picture of the two of you fucking in front of the couch would be a hard to explain scenario.

“Listen princess…mhmm…shit…you feel so good” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas scrupulously moans into your ear. Your slick is running down his guts slapping to the rhythm of your fascinating body “I need you to cum okay?” he needs to bring you to your peak before his girlfriend hangs up, otherwise the frustration of a missing orgasm could make you turn against him.

“Shiya“ you whine and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya smiles into your nape because of how adoring you sound “I know princess I know. I will give you the first round, but you got to do your best and keep as quiet as you can, hm? Can you do this for me?” you want to shake your head. Want to tell him no. There is no way you can stay silent while his cock keeps penetrating you with such force, you would topple over if he wasn’t the one keeping your helpless body up “Be my good girl, will you?” but how can you say no, when he asks you so tempting?

You nod, resistance subsiding and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya laughs into your hairline. It’s a genuine laugh. A good one. Honest. If you keep squeezing him like a fucking toothpaste, he might lose his terrible attitude towards humanity just for you. His new favorite pussy.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya picks up the pace, ramming into you at a maddening speed, only the vocal A stumbles from your mouth, again and again, raising in volume, while he abuses your g-spot with force.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya shuts you up with yet another breathtaking long kiss, keeping you on his mouth, while he feels your walls tightening around him, squeezing him so good, he almost comes with you. You try to push him away. Try to get some air and give his brutal ministrations a voice, but he doesn’t let you. Your mother would definitely hear you. There was no way the Televisions volume could cover your high.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to cum, tho MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya is surprised when he feels how much of your arousal leaks on him, until he realizes you just squirted on him. Him! He just made you squirt with the smallest effort he ever put onto that task. Your body truly is the most sensitive one he ever fucked.

He lets you ride out your orgasm, trusting into your fucked out hole until your body grew limb on him and your high-pitched A’s turn into panting’s “You did so good, princess. So fucking amazing. You came all over my pants. Shit, you might have stained them forever.”

Your mind is processing MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas words slowly, but at least it happens and when they finally sink ink, your already flushed face, turns even redder, if possible.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas hands let you sink back forward on the coffee table, making sure you don’t pain yourself, before he slips his still rock-hard cock out of your stimulated hole, watching your cum, mixed with his pre-cum, leak out. He picks up your lace to hide that fucked out cunt, covers your ass with the way too short skirt he soiled and helps you to sit down on your legs, taking up the small space between the couch and the glass table like you did in the beginning.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya than packs away his erection, thanking himself for his choice of wide legwear this day and sits down on said couch, placing one of the smaller pillows right onto his lap to hide the evident tent every kind of eyes would catch on, even the ones of your dumb mother.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya hears said woman sigh overdramatic, then walk over to him, telling him that one of her friends is having a serious crisis than only she, she, can help with. The crisis contains the hideous dilemma of having to choose between Manolo balance pumps and Dior ones.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya feigns interest in what she has to say, letting her speak that small speech, before her eyes land on your form, trailing off her uninteresting topic “What’s wrong with her?” she asks gesturing towards you and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya turns towards you with as little interest as he can put on his face “Ah. She played some videogames, lost and is now sulking like a baby.”

Your mother scoffs mockingly, disregarding whatever teen problems you are now facing in your life “Let her be” she says and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya nods “Little brat.”

She then tells MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya not to wait for her as she has to leave immediately and doesn’t know when she will be coming home. Your mother leans down to MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya, catching his lips in a peck-like-kiss and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya almost chuckles.

Those lips. His lips had just devoured her daughter with so much passion and want. The excitement he felt right now was directed at you and not his own girlfriend and it pleased him. The thought of this self-centered woman not knowing he just fucked you in her presence without her even realizing it. You, who felt so much better, your pussy way tighter and so fucking good, he almost lost himself in the act, because of the way you sounded and felt. Almost. Just almost.

But, MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya told himself, as he watched the woman double your age leave the house that was legally in your possession, that now that the only intruder for the good time was away, he could let himself go fully and entirely loose on you.

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas waited some minutes. You were still coming down from your toe-curling orgasm that shook your body so deliciously, your ex could in no way compare to MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya.

“You okay?” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya asks casually. The long upset moan you send him, makes him smirk, smugly raising his own foot and tap your ass a few times, earning himself more of those spoilt sounds “I’m not done yet.”

You turn your head slowly to glance behind you and with that at him. Eyes glazed with the still lingering lust of previous events and salt covered cheeks, stained with pleasured tears looked at him confused. MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya made a show to take the pillow away from him lap, presenting you the unmistakable tent he was still burdened with.

Your pupils widen at the sight and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya raises a hand, arms stretching towards you, gesturing for you to come over to his sitting figure and join him for some more time. You did. You don’t know what rode you to do it tho. Yes, MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya fucked you good but not stupid enough for you to forget that what the two of you just did and what he asks you to go on with, was forbidden. Wrong. You just backstabbed your own mother, and he invites you for another slice.

You should walk away. Should part immediately, looking for space, no, an ocean between you and this man that screwed you so obvious, only a dumb person like your mother could miss it.

But you didn’t, instead you got up on your wobbly feet and walked as good as you could the few steps towards him, standing in front of the couch as he scans your body until whatever he was looking for had pleased him enough to smile, gaze raising for your eyes “Undress” he said “But take your time. We are alone now, so no need to rush things” and soon you found your nude self bouncing on MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya cock, sitting on his lap with your tits pressed against his chest and your face buried in the crook of his neck, panting, while his long, outstretched fingers raised and lowered your hips with the brute strength he had on your ass.

“That’s right” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya grunts while you milk his balls with all you got “Give me another one, princess. I know you have it in you.” And you did.

Hours later, you don’t know how long, because your activities have made you loos all sense of time, together with every braincell your head contained. You laid over the couch’s back, knees pressing into one of the thankfully good cushioned seats that was now getting all the dripping cum of MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya release on it, due to your clenching cunt.

“Mhmmm” you hummed with half lidded eyes, watching MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya walking on bare feet to the open kitchen your mother has painted her nails hours ago and filling a glass with some tap water. He wore his black boxers that deliciously hugged his form perfect and if you didn’t already knew how he looked under it, your sinful gaze would have him stripping, drooling with anticipation.

But you did. MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya has made sure of it. Many times, today. He turned his body towards you, gazing in your direction and smiling when his eyes meet your spend state on the furniture.

“If I knew sooner how good you would feel, how…” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya licks his lips, titling his head while his orbs travel over your features “…perfect you can handle that pussy of yours, I definitely wouldn’t have taken my time withstanding your affections.”

You didn’t knew what to answer him. His accusations, that this is what you wanted to happen. What you planned all along. For him to fuck you. Him. Your Mothers young adult boyfriend. Chishiya Shuntaro.

Instead, you pressed your eyes shut, trying to drown the picture of MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya in front of you. Under you. Over you. Fucking you. Your mind was hitting you with remorse towards your actions.

“My mom…” you started and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya sighs, filling his glass again, walking towards you.

“Your mother is an old nasty hag, with sagging tits no matter how much silicon she pumps in and a cunt so loose you could throw a whole salami in there and still can fit a cock inside, even mine.”

You open your eyes to look into MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas smirking face with a facial expression that pretty much said ‘Bitch please, really? Now its not the time to brag’ but MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya did it anyway by drawing his thumb over the outline of his cock, giving you another view of just how big he really is.

“The last thing you should be worrying about is that dinosaur.”

“But” you begin again, interrupting yourself and starting anew “What we did…it was wrong…we can’t…” you said pleading, however you didn’t knew what you were pleading for. For him to stop his behavior or to make you stop overthinking.

“Stop fucking worrying. Seriously” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya said annoyed and unnecessary loud, tho he calmed himself down fast after noticing your slight wince at both his tone and choice of words, choosing a softer one while proceeding to seduce you into his deceitful web of thinking “You think I enjoyed fucking that relict of a woman your selfish mother is? I used her just as she uses me. There are no feelings that could get hurt. No love breaking apart in the process or something like that. She knows it just as much as I do, so…all in all, there is no need for a guilty conscience when we have done nothing wrong.”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya gave you his glass of water and you took it, tho you look at it with lingering thoughts, still not convinced by his words and reflecting on everything that happened. Everything he has done. Everything you have done. Cconsidering the good feeling you had while he pounded you like a mad man and how every word he said, had made sense to you, like science. Everything he gave you. Even something as simple, as insignificant as a glass of water.

“But the two of you are dating” you brought up the most obvious truth and it was true, the two of them were in a committed relationship, no matter the age gap or how MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya viewed the situation personally “You are girlfriend and boyfriend.”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya sighs again, taking the last step that parted him from you and raising the glass to your lips, gesturing for you to less talk and drink more “Those are just tags” he says softly “If your mother wasn’t so fixed on showing me off like a price she won on some stupid contest, this whole thing wouldn’t even exist. But it does and yeah, I fuck her occasionally” his hand reaches for your cheek, thumb caressing the salty plum fat “But I can stop if you want me to screw you daily instead.”

You gasped, the water almost slipping out of your hand, but MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya catched the glass before it hit the floor, bringing it back to your lips with a small warning in his eyes to first, not let go of it again and second finally drink, which you did, gulping on the fresh liquid and it was good. Your throat was dry and your voice rough after moaning and whining for so long. Surprise washed over your face for a second, realizing how much you had needed, emptying the containing liquid and then flashing MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya a shy thankful smile, as he reached for the glass.

“Another one?” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya asked and you nodded “Coming.”

You looked at MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya. Really looked at him and you think you have never before seen him so clearly. So openly like at this exact moment. Until now you only viewed him as your mothers annoying boyfriend, that took all the attentions that was meant for you and therefor as an intruder and a bug to get rid of, but now you saw him. Him.

The man behind. MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya had a personality. He was a human being. Something you had renounced him off. He had his reasons to be with the kind of person your mother was and tho you didn’t agree with them, they were his. How much did you really know about him. How good could you say did you know him, to judge his cause of actions?

“Will you break up with her?” you asked when MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya returned the filled-up glass again, flashing him another thankful smile, taking it from him and gulping it down. You use this chance to study his facial expressions, hoping to see his process of thoughts and hopefully be able to read his intentions, however you were only met by his brown expressionless eyes and that stupid smug grin of his.

“Quit her?” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya retoured, studying you instead “To get with you I suppose?” you didn’t answer “To fuck you instead of her? Is that what you want? To make it official?”

Again, you said nothing. You don’t know if that’s what you want. Don’t know if you wish for MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya to date you instead, because he said it after all, he isn’t romantically interested in your mother and there is, emotionally, nothing stopping him from ending things at this exact moment with something as asshole-ish as a break-up-call or even less, a message. Instead, you lowered your gaze, taking another sip “Would you?”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya raised his chin, humming a long “Hmm” giving the impression that he was thinking hard about that question, when in reality, he had thought about it, from the moment he decided to rub his knee on your soaking folds and nudge his dick against your bum, wasn’t enough for him.

“I don’t think so” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya shrugged his shoulders “At least not right now.”

You were baffled. The glass stopped midair millimeters from your lips, his answer freezing you in time, while you looked at him, trying to find out if what you just heard was really what he said. The sinking feeling that you did hope for a different outcome smacked you, making you gulp as MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya hand reached for you, this time combing thru your hair as he went on “You are young. Maybe when you are 21 and old enough to leave this behind” he gestures towards your home “Leave her behind” you didn’t need to ask to know who he meant “Until then, you have nothing of your own and burning all bridges when you have no where to turn to and no place to stay as well as no money to support yourself, would be foolish. Downright stupid.”

This answer somehow pleased you more. It indicated that there was some kind of hope for the two of you ending up together, but did you even want this? Did you want him? Your mother’s boyfriend?

And did he want you?

“I guess I could take you in if you decide to leave right now, cutting off all ties with your family and stay with me. You would however have to contribute to the rent, and you have no money after all, nonetheless, I am sure we could come to some way of agreement, where you offer yourself and your body for sex, letting me use you however I please and damn I could please you in so many ways. I am sure that retarded quite literally motherfucking boyfriend, did and never could even get you off like me and that, until you wouldn’t be able to walk without dripping my cum around the whole apartment. Or rather the whole world, because I wouldn’t keep our activities to the bedroom, or like in this case…” he again gestures around “To the Livingroom. I would fuck you wherever I please and as long as I want” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya took the empty glass out of your tight grip and put it on the kitchens counter, adding “With your consent, of course.”

Your mouth felt dry, tho you just drunk enough water for it to feel as wet as your thighs “But?” you ask MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya, knowing, no feeling there was one. There had to be one. A big fat but. Life isn’t that easy. You have learned this fact with the kind of parents you grew up with. It wouldn’t suddenly be, just because the thought of not just dating but also the topic of moving in with your mother’s boyfriend came up.

“But” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya repeated you and it sounded so finally, you had to gulp hard and force yourself to look at him, somehow afraid of his next words “Things would get incredibly complicated. Your life. The choice to throw everything away and all that to be with someone who is knowingly in a relationship with a relative of yours. It would cast you out of your social circle. People would stop talking, even looking your way. Tho truth wouldn’t matter. Whatever circumstances led to it, people would only few you as the bratty spoiled daughter that seduced her poor mother’s boyfriend.”

“But that’s not how it was” you almost yelled, getting up on your elbows “I didn’t mean to…I wasn’t…I swear, that’s not what I intended.”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya smiled honestly amused at your openly offended impression “I know that” he said “And you know that. We both know how things are and breaking things off with your mother wouldn’t hurt anyone, as this is all just fake anyway. But people would still react that way. The truth doesn’t matter. Society would still frame you as a thirsty Lolita and me as the poor fool that fell for that slutty bitch, picturing me as an idiot who only thinks with his cock and not his brain and while I would also get some blame, the effect would sieve after some time and guys would only applaud me for fucking both you and your mom, while females would understandably agree with my choice to date someone rather my age for future populating reasons. All in all, no matter who indicated what, you would still be the one carrying all the accusations, while I come out with clean hands. Is this what you want? Being reduced as nothing else then a homewrecker?”

“I am not!” you said appalled. Somehow tears ended up in your eyes, while MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya held his little truthful speech and they were ready to spill with how frustrated but also hurt you felt “I…I am…I don’t know” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya crouched down to get on your eyelevel, raising your chin with his thumb and starring into your eyes so heavily it shut you up immediately.

“Again. I know you are not. You did nothing wrong. If, at all, I am the one to blame, because I am older than you. You could say I took advantage of your youth and used you, if you like.”

You sniff. Eyes turning soft, moving your head from left to right so carefully as to not rip MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas touch from your face “No, you didn’t” you sobbed, whispering so quiet, he almost didn’t hear you “You didn’t force…” another sob escaped your pressed lips “You didn’t.”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya leans forward and pressed his mouth against yours in a chaste kiss, so delicate it made you mewl “I know princess, I know.”

The oh so modest kiss, turned into a steamy make out session, with your tongue nudging his as he enters your mouth, not fighting but dancing along.

“Fuck” MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya grunts “Mhmm. You make me hard again” his choice of words were accusing, but his voice was rather needing exactly what he blamed you with “Shit, my balls should be all empty, but you still get me all excited. God, what should I do with you?”

This question, while coming off as sultry and sinful somehow felt more important to you. You had the creeping feeling, MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya wasn’t asking what he should do with you right now, tho the preceding words seemed to tell you exactly that, instead you had the approaching feeling that his words were rather laced with the heavy question of how to move on with all of this. After all that happened. The situation so unknown, so difficult and complicated.

You knew what MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya was true. All the things he said, could very much happen. Would very likely happen, if you chose him and he chooses you, no matter how things would go in the future. Your good reputation would be soiled forever and thanks to the world wide web, be open to witness for everyone. Your life would take a significantly different route from what it was running right now, and you didn’t knew if that was what you wanted. What you were ready to take and endure, sealing your fate with a man that could very much leave you dry and high just days later. With a broken life and no funds to support yourself. So how exactly should you, a 19-year-old, who’s hardest decision was, what University to attend, make such a difficult one.

“Say princess, you think that wet pussy of yours can take me for another round? I may have no filling to give but I am sure I can somehow still cum” you shook your head knowing damn well, while you would gladly take him in another time, no matter how weak your body was from all the previous orgasms, tomorrow you would very much regret this decision.

“Sore” you whine and MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya nods slightly, understanding your reason “I see. Well it can’t be helped then.”

MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya stood up, a visible bulge growing in his underwear “Maybe…you could help me out in another way” he said, smiling knowingly down at you “Those pretty lips of yours” his thumb pressed down on the small part of your bottom lip, opening your mouth and you let him, realizing what his intentions were “You think they can take me for a ride?” his head titled “Do you believe your throat can handle me?” you didn’t know the answer for that “My size?” instead you gulped down hard, wetting your lips with your muscle and whispering with a husky voice “We will only find it out if I try, am I right?”

With those words, you opened your mouth as far as you could, tongue rolling out, flattening itself at the thought of what awaited you, much to MothersBoyfriend!Chishiyas satisfaction. His thumbs hooked on the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down enough for the rest to slide down his legs thanks to gravity. He then stepped out of the pooling fabric around his ankles, grabbing the hardening meat with his hand and wrapping his pleasing fingers around, giving himself a few breathtaking strokes before tapping the leaking red mushroom head against your tongue “What honest words, I hope they turn out as right” you closed your lips around him with a smile, hoping the same.

Hours later, your phone rang, but you couldn’t care less for it. Your body was laying next to a man that didn’t belong to you, in a bed that did belong to you and in a locked room, hiding away from possible sudden intruders that could witness you in a very precarious situation if the door would open, revealing you and your mothers boyfriend naked self’s, only covered by one blanket, with his arm wrapped around your sideways lying figure.

You didn’t want to pick it up. It was so annoying tho. Never have you ever hated your choice of a ringtone so much, like at this moment. MothersBoyfriend!Chishiya stirred in his sleep, slowly moving by burring his head deeper into your hair mumbling “Make it stop, will you?”

You did. Your hand reached out for the electronic device, swiping the green button to the side but then loosing the grip on the phones case that fell out of your hand and onto the white blanket of yours, activating the loudspeaker. A mans voice sounded thru the room, apologizing for the intrusion and before you were even able to pick the phone up and tell him to call later again, he gives you his message, making you wild awake from one moment to the other.

»I am so sorry to inform you, that your mother passed away in a car accident«

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[visceravalentines]

A Matching Set of Spoons

Poly!Sinclairs x GN!Reader

Rating: Teen (SFW, lots of swearing and some mention of sexual activity)

Length: 1.1k

CW: none, just that sweet sweet fluff

I wrote this in a rush last night and it gave me so many goddamn feelings I had to share it right now. Bo can't sleep. Turns out he's not the only one.

Tagging a few moots who deserve special Sinclair cuddles! (Happy to untag you, just lmk.)

@cypressnmarigolds, @ajokeformur-ray, @moon-of-desire, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @wasteofanarrow, @slasherlouvre, @papikuai, @myersmeadowarchive

Some nights, the Sandman skipped right over Ambrose. 

This was one of those nights.  Bo lay spreadeagled in his bed, the comforter discarded long ago, the top sheet tangled around one of his legs.  He wanted a cigarette.  He wanted a sandwich.  He wanted to go the fuck to sleep, but that was evidently out of the question. 

The moon was blinding, sneaking through the curtains to fall directly on his face.  He was too hot, too cold, Goldilocks all over.  Maybe he needed a drink.  Maybe he needed a fuck.  He thought of you in the room down the hall. 

Surely you were asleep.  You had to be; it was the middle of the night.  Any reasonable individual would be asleep at this hour.  But what if you weren’t?  What if you were also tossing and turning, alone in your bed, that t-shirt of his you stole to sleep in riding up a little higher every time you rolled over? 

Goddamn, he had it bad.  He was half-hard already. 

Bo ran a hand through his wavy locks.  It couldn’t hurt to go check.  Just to see if you were asleep or not.  If you were, he’d leave you be.  Maybe he’d snuggle up to you for a while, see if that lulled him into dreamland.  But if you weren’t….

He sat up, swung out of bed, adjusted himself in his boxers.  In the light of the moon, he picked through the maze of shoes and laundry that carpeted his bedroom floor.  Probably he should do something about that soon.  Bo pulled his door open and peeked into the hallway, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. 

Your room was down at the end of the hall.  He crept towards it, trying to be silent.  When Jonesy wasn’t in the basement with Vincent she slept with you, and the last thing he wanted was to spook her. 

A creak from the staircase behind him spooked him so badly he nearly jumped out of his skin.  Bo spun around, fist cocked, ready to break someone’s face.  His brain froze, malfunctioned as it tried to make sense of the hulking, hairy shape shambling up the stairs, lit by a weak and flickering light, some literal actual boogeyman in his motherfucking house except it looked a lot like –

“Vinny?” he hissed, peering into the black.  “What the fuck are you doin’?” 

His twin shuffled toward him, cupping a candle poured into a small mason jar in one hand.  Vincent signed lazily with one hand, Same to you.  It’s 2 AM.

“I know it’s 2 AM.  Why are you creepin’ around the house like a damn haint?” 

Vincent flipped him off. 

Bo rolled his eyes.  “Well you scared the bejeezus outta me so that feels like my business.” 

Vincent pressed the candle to his bare chest with a forearm so he could sign with both hands.  The sweatpants he wore to bed were hanging off his hips.  Maybe I felt like an evening stroll.  It gets hot downstairs. 

“Well, grab an ice cube and shove it up your ass, maybe that’ll help.” 

Now it was Vinny’s turn to roll his eye.  What’s your excuse, you piss the bed again?

Bo scowled.  “I was just goin’ to check on [y/n].  Thought I heard a sound comin’ from their room, that’s all.” 

Vincent slowly tilted his head, eyeing his brother.  …you horny bastard.

“Hey now.  Don’t you go gettin’ the wrong idea.” 

It’s got.

“I am tryin’ to protect this house, and here you are accusin’ me of indecent behavior.” 

I can see your damn dick. 

“Fuck off, Vinny.  Evenin’ stroll my ass.  You were sneakin’ up here hopin’ for a little action yourself, admit it.” 

I would never.

“You sure as hell would, we have the same brain, asshole.” 

Shhh, you’re going to wake them up.

“Now wouldn’t that be a shame.  Don’t change the subject, Vin.” 

I am not discussing my sex life with you.

“Ooh, did you hear that?  That was an admission.  Besides, I already know all about your sex life.” 

“Guys?” 

The sound of your drowsy voice from the other side of the door froze their bickering.  Bo glared at Vincent, who glared back and waved at his brother to open the door.  He obliged, and both twins peered into the room.  You sat up, hair messy, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.  Jonesy lifted her head from her place at the foot of your bed. 

“Hey, darlin’, did we wake you?  Sorry ‘bout that.” 

“What’s…going on?” 

“Nothin’, just…havin’ a friendly family dispute.” 

“…in the middle of the night?” 

“No time like the present.” 

On your far side, a lump stirred in the bed, and Lester appeared from underneath the covers, squinting at his brothers.  “What the hell is this, a surprise party?” 

Bo and Vinny at the same time said, “Lester?” 

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” 

“This is fuckin’ stupid,” Bo complained.  “You’re not even supposed to be home ‘til tomorrow.” 

“Cry me a river, honeysuckle.” 

“Okay, okay, everybody…calm down.”  You shook your head.  “What do you guys need?” 

Bo wanted to –

Bo shoved Vincent.  “We couldn’t sleep.  We thought you…might be up.” 

“Well, I am now.” 

Both twins winced.  Sorry about that.

Peace was a thing of the past.  You sighed, slumped forward, patted the mattress next to you.  “Come on in.” 

Are you sure? Vinny said as Bo shoved past him without hesitation, making a beeline for the bed. 

You gave him a sleepy smile.  “Yeah, get over here.” 

Lester squawked as Bo bodyslammed him.  “I did not consent to this!” 

“You consented to it when you was born last.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“Bo, you’re gonna kick Jonesy!” 

“Sorry, darlin’.” 

Vincent hiked up his sweats and set the candle on your bedside table.  He sank down onto the mattress and curled up on your left, settling in as littlest spoon.  You tucked in against the smooth skin of his back.  Lester buried his face in your hair and Bo, the biggest spoon, snuggled up tight against his youngest brother, reaching an arm across to rest his hand on your hip.  Jonesy grumbled, scootched back into a comfortable position with her head on Vincent’s feet, and fell asleep almost immediately. 

One big disaster family. 

“Goodnight, y’all,” Bo whispered. 

“Bo, is that your dick?” Lester exclaimed. 

“Shhhh,” you giggled. 

Vincent blew out the candle. 

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[wordnerdsworld]

Are you a writer constantly in need of cool, fancy sounding words to write about? Are you a person who just wants to expand your vocabulary? Do you just want words to use to make you sound smart? Well then, enjoy this list that took me 2 months and 4 books to create of really good words.

All with official definitions and spellings and alphabetically organized :)

Adumbrate/Adumbration- report or represent in outline



Adage- a proverb or short statement expressing a general truth

Aftak- An easing or lull in a storm

Alizarin- a red pigment present in madder root, used in dyeing

Amalgamation- the action, process, or result of combining or uniting

Anchorite- a religious recluse

Apocryphal- of a story or statement) of doubtful authenticity, although widely circulated as being true

Ardent- burning; glowing

Askance- with an attitude or look of suspicion or disapproval

Arduous- involving or requiring strenuous effort; difficult and tiring

Augur- in ancient Rome) a religious official who observed natural signs, especially the behavior of birds, interpreting these as an indication of divine approval or disapproval of a proposed action

Baroque- relating to or denoting a style of European architecture, music, and art of the 17th and 18th centuries that followed mannerism and is characterized by ornate detail. In architecture the period is exemplified by the palace of Versailles and by the work of Bernini in Italy

Bawdy- dealing with sexual matters in a comical way; humorously indecent

Beguile- charm or enchant (someone), sometimes in a deceptive way

Benignant- kindly and benevolent

Bier- a movable frame on which a coffin or a corpse is placed before burial or cremation or on which it is carried to the grave

Boudoir- a woman's bedroom or private room

Bucolic- relating to the pleasant aspects of the countryside and country life

Calamitous- involving calamity; catastrophic or disastrous

Celerity- swiftness of movement

Conglomerate- a number of different things or parts that are put or grouped together to form a whole but remain distinct entities

Consternation- feelings of anxiety or dismay, typically at something unexpected

Coppice- an area of woodland in which the trees or shrubs are, or formerly were, periodically cut back to ground level to stimulate growth and provide firewood or timber

Crépuscule- twilight

Covetousness- the feeling of having a strong desire for the things that other people have

Debutante- an upper-class young woman making her first appearance in fashionable society

Declamation- the action or art of declaiming

Declaiming- utter or deliver words or a speech in a rhetorical or impassioned way, as if to an audience

Dilatory- slow to act

Diminution- a reduction in the size, extent, or importance of something

Diocese- a district under the pastoral care of a bishop in the Christian Church

Dolichocephalic- having a relatively long skull (typically with the breadth less than 80 [or 75] percent of the length)

Dogmatic- being certain that your beliefs are right and that others should accept them, without paying attention to evidence or other opinions

Dutch Crocus- type of flower I thought sounded pretty

Encroached- intrude on (a person's territory or a thing considered to be a right)

Eleutheromania- a mania or frantic zeal for freedom

Encumber- restrict or burden (someone or something) in such a way that free action or movement is difficult

Espionage- the practice of spying or of using spies, typically by governments to obtain political and military information

Excruciating- very painful

Expostulate- express strong disapproval or disagreement

Falchion- a broad, slightly curved sword with the cutting edge on the convex side.

Fallacy- a mistaken belief, especially one based on unsound argument

Fervid- intensely enthusiastic or passionate, especially to an excessive degree

Foibles- a minor weakness or eccentricity in someone's character

Folichonne- (informal) slight, lightweight; mischievous

Fungible- (of a product or commodity) replaceable by another identical item; mutually interchangeable

Funambulist- a tightrope walker

Galvanic- relating to or involving electric currents produced by chemical action

Garrulous- excessively talkative, especially on trivial matters

Gloaming- twilight; dusk

Hedonistic- engaged in the pursuit of pleasure; sensually self-indulgent

Idiosyncrasies- a mode of behavior or way of thought peculiar to an individual

Intaglio- a design incised or engraved into a material

Incandescent- soft glow

Irrevocably- not able to be changed, reversed, or recovered; final

Jettisoned- throw or drop (something) from an aircraft or ship

Keening- crying for a lost loved one

Lackadaisical- lacking enthusiasm and determination

Logophile- a lover of words

Loquacity- the quality of talking a great deal; talkativeness

Magnanimous- generous or forgiving, especially toward a rival or less powerful person

Magniloquent- using high-flown or bombastic language

Meandering- following a winding course

Mellifluous- (of a voice or words) sweet or musical; pleasant to hear

Metonym- a word, name, or expression used as a substitute for something else with which it is closely associated

Obsequies- obedient or attentive to an excessive or servile degree.

Occultation- An occultation is an event that occurs when one object is hidden from the observer by another object that passes between them

Obstreperous- noisy and difficult to control

Panoply- a complete or impressive collection of things

Pastiche- an artistic work in a style that imitates that of another work, artist, or period

Pious- having or showing a deep respect for God and religion

Portending- be a sign or warning that (something, especially something momentous or calamitous) is likely to happen

Portmanteau- a word blending the sounds and combining the meanings of two others, for example motel (from ‘motor’ and ‘hotel’) or brunch (from ‘breakfast’ and ‘lunch’)

Propinquity- the state of being close to someone or something; proximity or close kinship

Propitious- giving or indicating a good chance of success; favorable

Recalcitrant- having an obstinately uncooperative attitude toward authority or discipline

Repertoire- a stock of skills or types of behavior that a person habitually uses

Resplendent- attractive and impressive through being richly colorful or sumptuous

Reverberated- (of a loud noise) be repeated several times as an echo or (of a place) appear to vibrate or be disturbed

Requisite- made necessary by particular circumstances or regulations

Ricocheted- rebound one or more times off a surface

Rivulet- a very small stream

Rhododendron- a shrub or small tree of the heath family, with large clusters of bell-shaped flowers and typically with large evergreen leaves, widely grown as an ornamental

Ruched- (of cloth, clothes, etc.) sewn so that they hang in folds

Salacious- having or conveying undue or inappropriate interest in sexual matters

Salubrious- health-giving; healthy or a place that is pleasant; not run-down

Scagliola- imitation marble or other stone, made of plaster mixed with glue and dyes which is then painted or polished

Sceptred- invested with a scepter or sovereign authority

Scintillating- brilliantly and excitingly clever or skillful

Sepia- a reddish-brown color associated particularly with monochrome photographs of the 19th and early 20th centuries

Sepulchral- gloomy; dismal

Soporific- tending to induce drowsiness or sleep

Sumptuous- splendid and expensive-looking

Sycophant- a person who acts obsequiously toward someone important in order to gain advantage

Synecdoche- a figure of speech in which a part is made to represent the whole or vice versa, as in Cleveland won by six runs (meaning “Cleveland's baseball team”)

Taciturn- (of a person) reserved or uncommunicative in speech; saying little

Tangentially- in a way that relates only slightly to a matter; peripherally

Tenacious- tending to keep a firm hold of something; clinging or adhering closely

Truculent- eager or quick to argue or fight; aggressively defiant

Ubiquitous- present, appearing, or found everywhere

Unequivocally- leaving no doubt

Valise- a small traveling bag or suitcase

Vaunted- praised or boasted about, especially in an excessive way

Whelm- engulf, submerge, or bury

Yillen- Scottish word (shower of rain)

I tried to make them as random/different as possible, so please enjoy! I only don’t have words from N, W, and X, so I think that’s pretty good.

To be transparent with y’all, I got the idea from The Dictionary Of Lost Words by Pip Williams. Fantastic book.

Hope you enjoyed my panoply of words, and leave how many you alr knew in the tags! it’d be cool to to gauge the responses lol.

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[samasmith23]

We need to talk about EssenceOfThought's ongoing bullying & slander campaign against Rachel Oates...

I normally don't make posts covering this kind of stuff since I mostly try to keep my Tumblr blog here relatively positive and cheerful. And I normally try to avoid YouTube drama in general. But recently I've become increasingly frustrated and angered by the behavior of a certain YouTuber whom I regrettably used to be a fan of awhile back known as "Essence Of Thought" (aka, Ethel Thurston), whom in the past 2 months has been continuously releasing multiple videos & shorts which slander and defame another YouTuber named Rachel Oates. I know that Rachel herself is currently trying to combat this situation and has even filed multiple claims against Ethel's videos, but I felt the need to try and show my support for Rachel by help signal-boost her story in response to Ethel's revived targeted harassment campaign against her.

Content Warning: Mentions of Transphobia, Cyberbullying, Self-Harm, Suicidality, and Child Abuse.

Also, while this post is going to be very critical of Ethel and her conduct, I will NOT tolerate any misgendering or deadnaming of her! Just because I think Ethel is a bad person does NOT excuse any transphobia that is directed at her, and I will immediately block and report anyone who engages in such reprehensible behavior!

Section 1: Confessions of a former fan, or my personal falling out with Essence of Thought

For those who are not aware, Ethel Thurston is a transgender atheist content creator who regularly produces video essays analyzing and criticizing TERFs and the broader far-right. This content greatly appealed to me as both a supporter of trans-rights and as someone who vocally opposes both TERFs and Neo-Nazis. However, exactly 1-year-ago I unsubscribed from Ethel's channel when she began made a series of videos accusing Lily Orchard of being a child groomer. While I do agree that Lily is an AWFUL person who has received multiple credible accusations of sexual abuse from both former partners and even her own younger sister Courtney, Ethel's videos which accused Lily of "grooming all minors in her audience" were actually heavily criticized by several former victims of Lily's abuse who have argued that the way Ethel & her editor "ABirdCalledLevi" (aka, Levi) presented their information against Lily was not only overly inflammatory, but only served to misrepresent and damage the testimonies of her other victims.

Specifically, critics like "Patchwork Heart" (aka, Shiloh Conner) took serious issue took issue with Ethel & Levi's constant liberal usage of the word "grooming" to describe Lily's actions towards individuals like Glade, who accused Lily of encouraging him on her Discord to watch a livestream where she repeatedly flashed her audience (Glade was still 17 at the time of this incident). Essentially Shiloh stated that while Lily was undeniably guilty of sexual harassment, neglectful misconduct, and indecent exposure, her behavior technically does not qualify as "grooming," since "grooming" is a term specifically meant describe the gradual breaking down of a victim's boundaries through manipulation and isolation from others (online it's usually conducted through private DMs rather than on public servers like Lily's channels). Furthermore, Shiloh and other fellow victim's of Lily's abuse also criticized Ethel & Levi's usage of the phrase "parasocial audience grooming" to argue that Lily was grooming her ENTIRE audience instead of individuals, as "parasocial audience grooming" is NOT a legally or medically recognized term, but was instead invented by the commentary YouTuber "Korviday" in 2020 to describe Shane Dawson's sexually abusive behavior towards several underage members of his audience. Essentially, it's impossible to groom an entire audience all at once since grooming is defined by the specific and deliberate targeting and manipulation of individuals in private or isolated settings with the intention of eventually sexually abusing them. But when criticized for the way they badly mishandled the testimonies of victims like Glade, Ethel & Levi instead doubled down by not only continuing to misuse the word "grooming" in their videos, but actively smeared and defamed their critics and other victims of Lily's like Shiloh as "abuse/groomer apologists.” Ethel even went as far as to compare Shiloh criticizing how she misrepresented Glade’s testimony to “defending Harvey Weinstein.”

Like... YIKES!

I'm not going to lie... when I saw the way Ethel & Levi actively bullied and slandered other victims of Lily Orchard, I was deeply disappointed and disgusted. While I was already starting to grow weary of Ethel's tendency to overly moralize in her arguments, and I knew she was unpopular in a lot of online spaces, for the longest time I tried to give both her and Levi the benefit of the doubt since I knew she had been harassed by TERFs like Graham Linehan past simply for being an outspoken non-binary trans-woman online. But the way Ethel bullied people like Shiloh Conner was simply inexcusable! And personally, I completely agree with Shiloh's criticisms against Ethel & Levi. Even though I dislike Lily Orchard and think that she's an abusive scumbag, spreading misinformation about issues as serious as CSA only serves to inflict further harm onto the people that Lily has hurt. Victims like Shiloh have very publicly stated that they either want their testimonies to be reflected as accurately as possible, or not at all. And I especially understand their concerns about misusing the word "grooming," especially because of how that word in particular has been so easily co-opted as an anti-LGBTQ+ slur by Republicans and the far-right in the past 2 years alone, which only serves to promote bigotry and obfuscate actual instances of child sexual abuse (Ethel claimed in their video that they "saw no harm in extending the definition of the word" BTW). Here's a link to Shiloh's video responding to Ethel if you want further details on the ways in which both she and Levi so badly mishandled the testimonies of Lily Orchard's victims BTW:

So how does Rachel Oates fit into all of this exactly? Well...

Section 2: Reevaluating Ethel's past conduct and the targeted bullying of Rachel Oates

Once I witnessed the ways in which EssenceOfThought bullied and smeared the victims of Lily Orchard's abuse, it honestly caused me to reevaluate and question a lot of their past content, especially because Ethel & Levi already had reputations of being overly inflammatory figures who've burned tons of bridges with lots of other leftist YouTubers. It was then that I was reminded of the biggest controversy Ethel's been involved in, and one I was only tangentially aware of before the Lily Orchard drama. That being Ethel's 4-year-long and currently ongoing defamation campaign against feminist and atheist British YouTuber, Rachel Oates.

The conflict between Ethel & Rachel all started back in 2019, when Rachel's friend and former atheist YouTuber "Rationality Rules" (aka, Steven Woodford), got into serious trouble when he posted a video arguing against the inclusion of trans-people in sports (which relied on heavily fallacious scientific data and even cited clips from Fox News, Ben Shapiro, and Joe Rogan). Unsurprisingly, the backlash against Woodford's video was enormous, and it even resulted in him being deplatformed from hosting a panel at an ACA conference in Austin, Texas that same year. However, a lot of Woodford's friends within the YouTube atheist community, including Rachel, argued that Woodford did not make his video out of intentional malice or bigotry, whilst fully agreeing that it was a terrible poorly-researched video that did serve to reinforce transphobic narratives even if it was unintentional. This led to Woodford not only delisting and demonotizing the original video, but also releasing both an apology and retraction video to try and help mitigate the damage his original video caused.

Ethel however, refused to accept Woodford's apology and retraction, and made several response videos accusing his apology of being fake and him continuing to spread transphobic misinformation. And while that's perfectly understandable if Ethel personally didn't find Woodford's apology to be adequate or genuine, where this crosses the line into unacceptable behavior is that Ethel then went onto repeatedly attack Rachel Oates simply because she was both friends with Woodford IRL and didn't want to get directly involved in the controversy. Essentially, Ethel is engaging in the "guilt by association" fallacy here. In actuality though, Rachel not only repeatedly stated that she disagreed with the content Woodford's original video and agreed that it was very bad and harmful, but that she is supportive of the trans community and felt unqualified to weigh in on the subject matter of trans-people in sports since she has barely any knowledge or interest about sports in general.

This response was not good enough for Ethel however, who instead misinterpreted Rachel's comments as a backhanded attempt at silencing Woodford's critics.

Things got even worse when a random fan messaged Rachel a screenshot taken from a private Facebook group from a trans-self-help group which compiled a list of public figures for the trans community to avoid following the Woodford controversy, and her name was included on that list. Rachel, not knowing that the list was from a private chat, immediately went on Twitter to defend herself, which led to Ethel accusing her of doxxing by publishing private information. This is in spite of the fact that not only did the screenshot already exist before Rachel discovered it, but she went out of her way to censor the names of the members of that Facebook group. Furthermore, Ethel had also blocked Rachel on Twitter which led to the latter asking some of her followers to show her what Ethel was stating about her so she could try to adequately defend herself, which in-turn resulted in Ethel accusing Rachel of sending her millions of followers to circumvent her block and harass her.

The situation escalated even further however, when Ethel posted a now infamous tweet to one of Woodford and Oates' friends' Lizzy Lang, not only described Woodford as a "violent transphobe intent on stripping away dozens of human rights,” but called Lang and others (presumably Oates) "members of Woodford's church a transphobia" before ending the tweet with the words, "do this world a favor and exit it."

That last line in Ethel’s tweet, “do the world a favor and exit it,” got a lot of people justifiably angry since it was very easily misconstrued as Ethel advocating for Woodford's defenders to commit suicide (she claimed it was meant to say “exit Woodford’s church of transphobia”). And while EoT later apologized and clarified the incredibly poor wording of that last comment, she still refused to apologize to Rachel after several months of targeted bullying and defamation. When Rachel saw the infamous tweet, it only served to amplify her pre-existing feelings of depression since she mistaken that tweet to be directed at her instead of Lizzy Lang. And a few days later, in an act of desperation Rachel posted an impromptu unedited video begging and pleading for Ethel to stop bullying her, not realizing that she was still badly bleeding from cuts on her arm due to feeling completely hopeless and isolated (Rachel already had a history of engaging in self-harm and cutting).

But not even Rachel engaging in self-harm nor her feelings of suicidality were enough to sway Ethel, who still continued to double-down on their harassment by arguing that Rachel "weaponizing self-harm, transmisogyny, and benevolent patriarchy," and was using "upper-class cis white woman tears" (even though Rachel has openly admitted to being lower-middle class). And to this very day, Ethel still continues to slander Rachel and falsely label her as a "serial transphobe" and "abuser" all throughout her videos, even going as far as to not only claim, "Rachel Oates' [abuse] was the second most psychologically destructive thing [she's] ever suffered, only being second to being raped as a child," but that she would rather relive her trauma of "being outed as bisexual, groomed at age 15, and sexually assaulted."

Seriously... FREAKING YIKES! Those are incredibly extreme and inflammatory statements to make! I do understand that Ethel is a CSA survivor (and on that level I 100% empathize with her because that is of course absolutely terrible and is one of the absolute WORST things anyone can suffer from), but claiming that someone circumventing a Twitter Block and or begging you to stop bullying her whilst feeling suicidal is even remotely comparable to “being raped as a child"?! That is so unbelievably insensitive on so many levels that I don’t even know where to start! It’s insensitive to not only Rachel herself, but to other CSA survivors as well since it trivializes their trauma! Ethel should know better than this!

Also, that screenshot of Ethel tweeting a link to a Guardian article discussing the weaponization of white woman tears? That was literally the top pinned-tweet to her Twitter account immediately days after Rachel posted that desperate video of her pleading to Ethel to stop her harassment campaign whilst feeling suicidal. What a truly vile and unempathetic thing for Ethel to do!

Section 3: Showing support for Rachel Oates

After I did more research into the whole EssenceOfThought Vs. Rachel Oates situation, as well as hearing Rachel's side of the story, I ended up subscribing to Rachel's YouTube channel and have since become a fan of her work. Before I eventually unsubscribed from Ethel's channel due to the way she similarly bullied several of Lily Orchard’s victims, I was given the impression by her that Rachel Oates was just another garden-variety TERF YouTuber based on he way Ethel constantly talked about her. But that’s NOT accurate at all… Rachel's channel from what I’ve seen is mainly just about discussions of secularism and religion, feminism, book reviews, and cute dog videos!

Seriously, her dog Kyra is so FREAKING adorable!

Look at her! Kyra's such a good girl! She's such a cute doggy!

But yeah, this is a prime example of how Ethel’s pattern of engaging in bad-faith moral absolutism while misrepresenting events and evidence can be seriously damaging to uninitiated viewers. And I say that not only as someone who was largely unaware of the full extent of what she had done to Rachel, but also because Ethel frames her content in a very pseudo-academic/intellectual manner and uses a lot of professional sounding words to try and disguise severely misguided and inflammatory arguments. She tries to portray her YouTube videos as if they’re akin to college-level essays with lots of citations and crap, which can easily fool people into thinking that her content is well-researched and sophisticated. Except looking below the surface, in hindsight Ethel’s videos are mostly just pretentious word-salad, cherry-picking evidence, and relying heavily on academic terminology in order promote her thinly-veiled absolutist black-&-white views on morality, attacking anyone who is “not progressive enough” for her (in addition to Rachel, Ethel & Levi have also done this to other leftist YouTubers like Lindsay Ellis, Philosophy Tube, & Suris the Skeptic). According to Ethel’s logic, you’re either an entirely good or entirely bad person, and there’s zero in-between and if you dare disagree with her to even the slightest degree then she’ll automatically consider you to be just as bad as the far-right. Basically, it’s moral absolutism.

All of Ethel’s fallacious claims against Rachel Oates are textbook examples of bad-faith moral absolutism, and I deeply regret the fact that I was ever once a fan of Ethel’s content. She is a bully and a liar. And that’s a conclusion I arrived to after seeing how Rachel’s stories about being repeatedly slandered & bullied by Ethel heavily paralleled the similar experiences of individuals like Shiloh Conner, thereby revealing a pattern of toxic behavior on Ethel’s part.

Section 4: Ethel’s renewed and current bullying campaign

So why do I bring all of this stuff up?

Well, even though the worst of the harassment Rachel suffered was back in 2019 and she has since tried to move on from this whole fiasco and continues making her usual feminist book reviews and dog videos (she even deliberately avoids mentioning EssenceOfThought by name in her videos...), Ethel has not only repeatedly tried to drag all of this drama back up, but has this singleminded obsessive vendetta to defame and destroy Rachel's YouTube career at all costs. For instance, in 2022 Ethel tried to further slander Rachel by yet again engaging in "guilt by association" fallacy because notable transgender TERF YouTuber "Rose of Dawn" (aka, the British equivalent of Blaire White) once tried to befriend Rachel in 2020 after the initial harassment campaign by Ethel, and later in 2022 Rose openly defended self-confessed genocidal serial rapist Lily Cade when the latter was platformed in an infamous transphobic BBC article. What Ethel completely neglects to mention however, is that Rachel had permanently stopped interacting with Rose when several members of her audience informed her that Rose is actually a TERF (and the way Rose suddenly tried to befriend Rachel after Ethel's bullying of her strikes me as very cult-like since TERFs sadly do have a history in engaging in incredibly abusive cultish tactics to recruit new members, as many people who have escaped that disgusting hate movement have reported...) and she has since apologized for ever giving Rose any attention. Regardless, Ethel still tried to falsely implicate Rachel alongside "Rose of Dawn" in a video condemning Lily Cade & the BBC, which led to Rachel rightfully filing a defamation claim to YouTube, getting Ethel's then-latest slanderous hit-peace against Rachel blocked in the UK.

But even worse however, is that starting in August 2023 Ethel has begun releasing a constant stream of videos continuing to smear Rachel even further by both repeating all of the exact same aforementioned slanderous claims along with a whole bunch of new ones. Like, not only has Ethel already released 3 main videos out of a planned 6-part series ranting about Rachel Oates, but she has also released 24 shorts taken from the main videos!

Geez! Not only is this beyond obsessive, but this is just straight-up targeted bullying and harassment on Ethel's part! And the new claims she makes against Rachel in these videos are equally slanderous as the ones before! For just one example, Ethel & Levi’s cite a now-deleted livestream of Rachel's that they re-uploaded as a mirrored-copy to their channel, accusing Rachel of denying trans-women's existence by making the offhanded comment of, “No, the only thing a man can provide me that a woman can’t is a p*nis. Only thing.”

Except… I actually went and watched the ENTIRE 3-hour mirrored livestream myself just to see the full context of Rachel’s quote, and it turns out that Ethel took that quote completely out of context! Not only are there lots of points in the livestream wherein Rachel repeatedly states that “gender is a social construct and that trans and non-binary people exist,” but during the stream she's doing a counter-response to a Christian fundamentalist incel who once responded one of her earlier videos. And that potentially problematic quote of Rachel’s, “No, the only thing a man can provide me that a woman can’t is a p*nis. Only thing,” was actually a sarcastic response to the incel’s homophobic argument that “women don’t want to love their equals [(aka other women)] because they actually all want what only a [dominant alpha male] can provide them.”

Essentially, Rachel was criticizing the incel’s sexist & homophobic “logic” that, “all women secretly only want p*nises,” in a snarky & sarcastic manner, but Ethel took Rachel’s comment out of context to try and instead paint it as some transphobic-slip-of-the-tongue/TERF-dogwhistle, accusing Rachel of “completely ignoring the existence of non or pre-op trans women,” in order to try and support the fallacious argument that, “Rachel Oates doesn’t actually view trans women as real women, but instead as props to objectify in order to make herself look like a better ally.”

Not once does Ethel ever mention the context that Rachel was responding to & mocking a bigoted incel during the livestream... at all...

I don't have time to go into all of the other new lies that Ethel & Levi are currently spewing against Rachel Oates since this post has already gotten incredibly lengthy (for instance, Ethel also claimed that Rachel “downplayed JK Rowling’s transphobia” simply because she used the words “incredibly problematic” to describe the Queen TERF’s bigoted views; which is such a weak and pedantic argument), but it’s a whole lot…

Conclusion

Overall, I just wanted to bring attention to this situation because EssenceOfThought's harassment campaign against Rachel Oates has been ongoing since 2019 and it shows ZERO signs of stopping anytime soon. Ethel & Levi are serial bullies and liars who regularly engage in bad-faith arguments, misrepresent evidence, and engage in moral absolutism in order to paint anyone who disagrees with them or makes even the slightest mistake as the worst people imaginable. So the more people who are made aware of this mess, the better.

Please show support for Rachel, whether that be through signal-boosting this post, subscribing to her YouTube channel, or even donating to her Patreon if you so choose.

And to EssenceOfThought, aka Ethel Thurston, (along with her editor Levi...) specifically, the famed basketball player Michael Jordan would have some choice words for you:

And I mean that sincerely. Seriously... just stop this targeted bullying & slander campaign against Rachel. It's incredibly unhealthy and obsessive. Just let it go already...

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[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 24: Master And Servant (Roleplay)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Spy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Experimenting with roleplay

Tags: Roleplay, master/servant roleplay, use of master as a title, maid costume, begging, dom/sub, praise, aftercare

Word Count: 2.9k

The Masterlist

You placed the small tray containing a single teacup on the edge of Spy’s desk, giving a polite bow when he acknowledged you. He sipped the drink, noting how well-brewed it was, and he wasn’t even much of a tea drinker. An opulent wine was always more to his tastes, but he wanted to have a clear head for tonight. It made him wonder if you had practiced, putting more effort into your role than he previously thought. He could admire such dedication.

“Will that be all, Master?”

Ah, that title. Spy was still getting used to hearing it, and likewise you were still adjusting to using it. Still, it was ever so tantalizing to hear the word roll off your tongue, not to mention it was fitting for the situation. After all, how else would one expect a maid to refer to her employer?

Spy let the silence hang in the air for a moment, looking you over like a work of art. You were wearing an outfit he had picked out himself, just for this little game. Surprisingly, it wasn’t all that revealing. It was certainly far from the tiny, frilly, barely there French maid outfit that you had expected to be wearing. Rather, it consisted of a simple black dress with a skirt just short enough to tease the imagination, and a neckline that dipped just a bit too far southward to be worn at a wedding. A simple white apron completed the look, cinching your waist and emphasizing your figure deliciously. The whole outfit felt as if it was designed to tease and tempt with graceful subtlety.

Spy must have had connections with tailors, given how well fitted the dress was. It wouldn’t surprise you, given how many expensive suits he owned. That said, the real prize was what laid beneath your skirt. Once lifted, one would see that what could be mistaken for simple black tights were in fact stockings. Said stockings were held up by a garter belt attached securely to a lacy set of black lingerie. Spy thought of himself as a patient man, yet even he couldn’t deny that he felt a bit restless at the thought of that tight fabric hugging your thighs, or the lovely lace lying just beneath your skirt.

“Master?” Your voice abruptly brought him back to reality. Spy silently chastised himself for letting his mind wander, and to such indecent subjects no less. It was unbecoming behavior for someone who prided himself on being a gentleman. He also realized you had asked him a question, which he had neglected to answer.

“Yes, that will be all for now, but do stay, my dear. I loathe being alone, and you always inspire such delightful conversation.” He was really flexing his acting skills, and you could tell. Your conversational skills were passable, but certainly not worthy of such eloquent praise, and if anything, Spy preferred being alone. But he was not Spy right now, you reminded yourself. He was your employer, a wealthy but lonesome man pining away in his private study, and you were the maid who was all too eager to serve him in any way.

“Of course. What’s in your mind, Master? ” You purposely dragged out that last word, noting how the corners of his mouth turned upwards whenever you used it. It felt a bit odd to say at first, almost unnatural, but the effect it had on him was worth the slight awkwardness. Besides, once the real fun started you had a feeling your inhibitions would quickly slip away.

Spy didn’t answer you for a moment, blatantly looking you up and down before responding. “I’m afraid it wouldn’t be very professional of me to say, mademoiselle.”

You rolled your eyes, realizing he was going to make you work for it. Spy had insisted that the set up was half of the fun of role play, but you had expected him to simply order you onto your knees soon after serving the store brand tea. You weren’t particularly good at improv, but you tried to enjoy the challenge. After all, what else could you expect from a spy? It was in their nature to enjoy acting like something they aren’t.

“I promise I won’t take offense,” you said, offering a polite, welcoming smile.

“Well, if you must know…” Spy fixed you with a particular look, his eyes narrowed and teeth bared in a sharp grin. It was an expression that let you know the real fun was about to begin. You didn’t even realize you were leaning towards him until he stood up to whisper in your ear. “I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to fuck you atop my desk, ma chérie.”

Holy shit, how long had he been rehearsing that line? Spy knew you melted for him whenever he spoke like that, outlining exactly what he wanted to do to you. Still, you tried to keep some composure, even as every fiber of your being burned to pounce on him right then and there.

“You were right,” you began, barely keeping your voice steady. “That wasn’t very professional at all, but I certainly don’t mind.”

“In that case, would it be proper of me to assume that I can have my way with you?” Spy asked, as if the invitation could be clearer. His lips were right against your ear now, and the sensation sent a shiver down your spine. “Would you like that, petite fleur?”

“Yes!” You were almost embarrassed by how quickly you responded. You were unraveling for him, letting yourself become lost in the fantasy just like he wanted. Maybe all the set up wasn’t a waste of time after all, if these were the results. You could definitely get used to this. “I want you, Master.”

It was then that Spy finally closed the shrinking gap between the two of you, kissing you roughly, his arms snaking around your waist to hold you flush against him. His hands roamed south, gripping your ass and making you moan. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. You let his tongue slip past your lips, moaning against him as he explored your mouth. You barely noticed that you had been moving until you felt the back of your thighs hit the edge of his desk, making you part from him with a soft gasp. Spy didn’t pause for a moment, immediately lifting you so that you were seated on the desk, gently pushing you until you were laying back, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Ah, so you were being literal about the desk,” you said. Now that you considered it, it certainly was big enough to fit an entire person on. Still, you never thought that Spy, with all his love of fine decor, would be willing to use it for such debauchery.

As for Spy, he barely acknowledged your words, instead deciding to show you exactly why he had opted to have you wear a dress with such a low neckline. He set upon your neck, descending to your collar and décolletage, eager to leave telltale bruises upon your skin. You let out soft whimpers and moans as Spy sucked at the soft flesh, occasionally grazing you with his teeth. His hands rested on your thighs, pushing them apart so that he could place himself between your legs, his hips flush with yours. You could feel how hard he was through the fabric of his slacks.

“Master,” you stammered, the title coming more naturally as your arousal began to build. “Please, I need you to fuck me!”

You felt Spy shudder against you, making a sound low in his throat, almost a growl, as he pulled away from your neck. You stared at the ceiling, a bit dazed before the sound of a zipper brought you back to reality. You met Spy’s gaze as he unfastened his fly, freeing his cock with a groan. The quickening of your breath was embarrassingly obvious. There was no hiding how eager you were, nor how wet you were.

Spy pushed your skirt up, exposing the lacy array of garments you wore. It was all part of the outfit he had specifically picked out for you, yet he still feigned surprise at the sight. “Well, what is all this? Wearing such lewd clothing beneath your work uniform?” Spy asked as he unclipped the garters from your panties, letting him remove them while leaving those gorgeous stockings intact. He made a soft noise of approval. “Already so wet for me. You’re such a good girl.” Heat rushed to your cheeks and you instinctively tried to close your legs, but he held them apart. “Keep those legs spread nice and wide for me, darling.”

The sensation of his fingers dipping into you made you gasp, but it was gone as soon as it arrived. “Fuck,” you muttered under your breath as he went on like that, sliding his fingers over your slit, the frictionless contact driving you insane as he refused to relieve your tension for more than a few seconds each time. If he could hear your muttering, he didn’t show it.

“Oh yes, very wet indeed. Such a needy little thing.” Spy examined his fingers, slick and glistening with your arousal, before licking them clean. You blushed even harder at the lewd display, hearing him moan appreciatively as he savored the taste that was so uniquely you. “I suppose I shouldn’t keep you waiting any longer.”

The cry that escaped you when you felt Spy’s cock sliding along your entrance was evidence enough of that. He teased you like that for a few moments before finally entering you in one quick thrust. “Oh fuck, Master!” You were almost ashamed of how natural it felt to call him that now, not to mention that it was becoming hotter with every repetition.

Spy let out a shuddering moan as he hilted inside you. He went still then, savoring the feeling of you wrapped around him, so warm and welcoming. “Mon Dieu, you feel amazing.” You shuddered beneath him, shivers running up your spine as he lavished you with praise, and Spy simply chuckled at your reactions. “You enjoy that don’t you? When I tell you how good you make me feel?” Having once again been read like a book, for the second time that night, you began to stammer, only to be cut off by yet another smooth spoken line. “It’s alright, chérie, you don’t have to admit it. I can tell you enjoy my praise by the way you clench around me, my good girl.”

Fuck, he just had to whisper that last bit in your ear, in that seductive voice that he knew would leave you desperate for more. You couldn’t even respond, because that was the moment Spy finally decided to stop holding back, thrusting into you hard and effectively eradicating any coherent thoughts from your mind. The taste of blood made you realize you had begun biting your lip in an attempt to keep your voice down. If anyone overheard you desperately whining for your “Master” you would never be able to look any of the other mercenaries in the eye again. Even now, you still had a few scraps of dignity left.

“Watching you try to keep quiet is adorable, but would you like to know a secret? This room is soundproof. You can be as loud as you want, so let me hear you moan for me.” An especially hard thrust managed to hit just the right spot, making your back arch. You threw your head back and nearly screamed. On second thought, what dignity? You hardly even knew what the word meant. “Oui, that’s it. Keep doing that, and I just might let you come at the end.”

“Might?” you stammered. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking up at him with wide eyes, only to be met with a cruel smirk.

“You will have to earn it, ma chérie. Please your Master and sing all those pretty little noises nice and loud.”

That certainly wasn’t a difficult order to follow, especially when Spy aimed for that sensitive little area inside you. He knew based on your sounds and your quivering body that he had found a very good spot, and he thrust ruthlessly against it. Hell, he didn’t even mind that you were clawing at the fine lacquer of his desk, so long as you were enjoying yourself.

It struck you that this wasn’t a side of Spy you were entirely familiar with. You were used to being wined and dined, a slow seduction ultimately ending with you laying back on soft pillows. Spy would kiss his way up and down your body before daring to enter you. He would never dream of fucking you like an animal upon a surface as hard and unforgiving as his desk, or so you thought. Apparently he wasn’t reluctant to be rough with you, to tell you that you needed to earn your orgasm, and you fucking loved it. If all it took was a fancy costume and a bit of make believe to get him to treat you like this, then so be it. It was more than worth the effort.

You were getting close now, the desire to reach down and rub your clit becoming overwhelming. You had to clutch onto the edges of the desk to keep your hands still, and your efforts didn’t go unnoticed. “So obedient, my little maid,” Spy crooned, watching as you squirmed beneath him. “So eager to please.”

“I’ve been good, Master, haven’t I? I’ve been good for you?” you asked, pleading, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You were an aching, desperate mess.

“Oui, darling, you are such a good girl. Do you want your reward?” Spy’s breath was starting to hitch and you could hear it in his voice. He was getting close too, but he wanted to hear you ask for exactly what you needed. His hand moved closer to where he knew you longed to be touched, only to come to rest on your lower stomach. “Use your words, ange. What is it you need?”

Your face went red even when you thought you had no shame left. “Please, please touch me,” you whined. Spy’s hand remained still for an agonizing moment as he took in the sight of you, your skirt pushed up to your waist, thighs being squeezed by tight stockings, your fingers going white-knuckled from the grip you held on the edge of his desk, as if it was your only lifeline. However the best by far was your desperate expression, looking up at him with teary eyes, beseeching him, pleading, begging for release. You were gorgeous, and yet, he knew you would be even more gorgeous when all that tension you held was finally released.

How could he deny himself such a beautiful sight?

Without a word of warning, Spy’s fingers finally reached your clit, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive little bud in time with his own thrusts, which were growing more frantic by the second. You were truly crying now, but your tears were no longer born out of desperation. You were deaf to your own sounds, too consumed with pleasure to care. “Thank you Master! Fuck, I’m so close, Spy please!” If you hadn’t been actively tumbling over the edge you would have felt a small bit of guilt for breaking character, but who could really blame you in your current state?

Spy didn’t seem to care, thrusting into you unevenly until he came undone with a soft moan, shuddering and nearly collapsing atop you. His face was buried against your neck, and you could feel the heavy rise and fall of his chest against your body where he was just barely holding his weight off of you. Your body was completely limp beneath him, your arms hanging weakly over his shoulders. You weren’t even sure when you had wrapped your arms around him. The two of you stayed like that, trying to catch your breath and regain some strength.

Spy recovered first, withdrawing and sitting up with a groan and glancing over at you with a satisfied smirk. His eyes lingered on your bruised collar and hickey laden neck, clearly quite proud of his work. “I take it you enjoyed this, my love?”

You let out a tired sigh, barely able to lift your head to meet his gaze. “It was certainly worth putting up with your theatrics.” Even in a state of post orgasmic bliss, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity for a bit of playful snark.

“Those ‘theatrics’ that you scoff at are half of the fun, darling. You do look very desirable in this little outfit.” Spy pulled at a sleeve that had slipped off of your shoulder, exposing a lip-bruised expanse of skin along your collar. “Besides, I think you enjoyed playing such a submissive role as well, considering how hard you came for me.”

The blush that had begun to calm down came back with a vengeance, tinging your face scarlet as Spy read you like an open book. You couldn’t even begin to deny it. It felt quite nice to feel subservient and vulnerable, to be beneath someone in more ways than one, whether it be top and bottom or Master and servant.

Spy pressed a kiss to your cheek, feeling the warmth of your blush. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you admit it, ma chérie.” Of course he wouldn’t. Your reaction was all the admission he needed. You gasped when you were suddenly lifted into his arms, bridal style. “Now, why don’t you let your Master treat you to a warm shower and a good night's rest?” Clearly he was eager to pamper you as a reward for serving him so well, and you couldn’t possibly deny such a gracious offer.

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 #cross posted on ao3 #tf2 #tf2 fanfiction #spy x reader #spy team fortress #spy tf2 #tf2 spy #spy team fortress 2 #kinktober

[kwisatzworld]

Vale's 2003 Champion T-shirt (front):

James Brown (whose initials are the same as Jeremy Burgess), author of the soundtrack to the film “Blues Brothers” (Vale’s favorite film).

And “HE SAW THE LIGHT!!!”

Vale's 2003 Champion T-shirt (back):

Prisoner: Rossi Valentino

MotoGP World Champion 2003

Registration Number: 1111-46

IMPRISONED AND SENTENCED TO HARD LABOR FOR THE FOLLOWING CHARGES:

1. Improper detention of official RC211V.

2. Rear tire abuse.

3. Improper use of a weapon (throttle grip).

4. Association with a mafia-style criminal organization for extortion. Allied with the infamous boss Jeremy Burgess, the head of the bloodthirsty Australian gang (the alcohol racket).

5. Incitement to rebellion.

6. Possession, abuse, and distribution of fantasy.

7. Extortion.

8. Armed robbery (allegedly robbed 5 world champions at gunpoint, according to the Prosecutor, of the finest motorcycles in the lot).

9. Burglary (found in the defendant's garage were tampered electronic control units).

10. Splitting lightning fast breaks (what on earth does that mean?!).

11. Incitement to wheelie.

12. Incitement to lean.

13. Sentenced for repeatedly failing to show up on time for trials.

14. Sentenced for organizing pagan rituals during several victory laps.

15. Serial Winner.

16. Unauthorized appropriation of the highest step of the podium.

17. Aiding and abetting.

18. Subversive propaganda (wore the Peace helmet during Irta tests in Barcelona).

19. Sentenced for a brawl.

20. Detention and exploitation for profit of the ravenous combat Bulldog 'Guido.'

21. Sentenced for false and tendentious statements for intimidation purposes.

22. Indecent acts in public (repeatedly touched his derrière and marbles on the starting grid).

23. Right-hand man of the infamous “GRASIAN...ALSA LA ROTA,” head of the Cava gang (recycling of tampered enduro motorcycles).

24. Illegitimate appropriation of special mappings.

RELEASED FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR

Under supervised release, with the obligation to attend all Grand Prix events until the end of the championship.

The Judge:

Dr. MANIPULITE SALVATORE

Upon release, the following personal effects are returned to the former inmate:

1 - Stolen mobile phone.

2 - Cloned credit cards.

1 - New condom.

1 - Used condom.

1 - Bunch of keys, including:

London apartment key (presumed operational hideout).

APE key for speedy getaways.

SCOOTER key for muggings.

1 - Fake, malfunctioning automatic watch.

1 - Pair of black sunglasses.

1 - Black goat wool balaclava (the prickly kind).

1 - Nail clippers.

€51.00 in counterfeit bills and coins.

For acceptance:

VALENTINO ROSSI

The Guard Officer:

GARGIULO ANTONINO

#valentino rossi #motogp

[oddduckthatgirl]

Part 2: The Plot thickens

Pairings: Daemon Targaryen x Lannister!oc

Warnings: period typical misogyny, arranged marriage

A/N: thanks for reading this first part. I promise it gets more fun. Backstory is important. You can read the previous part here.

Ravens had arrived a few days prior. It seemed to have everyone in a hurry. Jaylon found the energy refreshing but she was curious as to what the message read.

Jaylon bound into her fathers study, “Good morrow Father.”

He looked up from his ledgers and smiled, “good morrow Jaylon. I trust this happiness is from your new tutor?”

“May I sit,” inquiring as to not disturb his work. He gestured for her to take a seat, “if I may be so bold…”

“The only time you ask to be bold is when you’re meddling in affairs you shouldn’t.”

“Father, a tutor from King’s Landing to instruct us in High Valyrian?”

“Instruct Jasline. You are there to learn to help her with her studies.”

“Of course,” raising an eyebrow, “but Father no one is telling us anything more than we are to learn.” She pouts, eyes wide in question. She knew her father’s weakness.

“Very well,” sighing in defeat, “Prince Daemon Targaryen has recently lost his lady wife; a terrible hunting accident I’m told. He needs to find a new match and we are fortunate enough to be considered.”

That man will be bored to tears with her, she thought, “what good fortune for His Highness that my sister is available.”

“Good fortune for us all,” he turned another page in his ledger, “I was also told that the King has become quite disappointed with the foles they had from their breeders so they are very interested in obtaining some of our horses.”

She smiled, “Lannister horses for the City Watch. In all the royal tournaments. Even an entire Calvary with our steeds,” she rounded the desk and kissed her father on the cheek.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. His Highness sent a raven. He said he would be arriving in a few days to inspect some of our stock himself.”

“Well I must help prepare….”

“Jaylon,” leveling a hard stare in her direction , “nothing can go wrong or we could lose this opportunity.”

She was aware of what he was hinting at, “well it would be rude if I ignored our honored guest.”

“Don’t be petulant. You need to stay out of the way. Speak if you are spoken to but be brief. Always present your sister in the best light.”

“As you wish,” mirth behind her eyes, “perhaps I can be in the stables.”

“You will present yourself as a proper lady for His Highness.”

“Perhaps the Prince doesn’t like proper.”

Wringing his hands as he’s grown accustomed to doing when he’s angry, “my precious girl, why must you be so vexing?”

Jaylon turns to leave, “it will keep you young Father.”

Not waiting to be dismissed, she makes her way to her sister’s room. Not bothering to knock, she enters and unceremoniously flop on the chaise.

“Now what if I was indecent,” Jasline huffs.

“Dear sister, I don't think it possible for you to be indecent,” grinning as she teases, “or should I say your highness.”

“Why would I want your title, sweetling?”

Rolling her eyes in annoyance Jaylon speaks, “I’ve spoken with Father. After this, there will be some time in King’s Landing. He cautioned me to be on my best behavior and to present myself as a proper lady.”

“All the better to have the Prince’s heart and mind set on you then.”

“And he calls me obstinate.”

“I love another, Jaylon. It would be cruel to His Highness and to me.”

“It’s merely political. Why should it matter?”

“I would be most unhappy,” tears well in Jasline’s eyes, “do you wish that for me? Unhappiness?”

Jaylon crosses to her sister and takes her hands, “you know me better. I only want your happiness. You were born for a royal life. You can learn to love.”

“Not with this,” tears spill down her cheeks, “I would never be enough for him. I would be so afraid every day. I want a quiet life, with children and a fine home.”

“No more tears. I can’t bear it,” smiling softly, “we both know that defying Father wouldn’t bode well.”

“This is still the Prince’s decision. Even if he’s been commanded to marry. All he was told was he was to have a Lannister bride.”

“Now those sound like words from my lips, dear sister.”

“I just don’t understand why you are so resistant to the idea.”

Jaylon swallows, “what if the very idea frightens me?”

“The idea or him?”

Jaylon huffs and releases her sister's hands. Walking to the window, she closes her eyes, “I don’t know the man. At all. Neither do you, so how can I be frightened?”

“You’re afraid of marriage?”

Turning to face her sister, “I’m afraid of being some object in a larger game. To just be someone that bears children and nothing more. Husband doesn’t mean a lord to obey no more than wife means servant.”

“Very progressive thinking,” Jasline stands beside her sister, “I hear the Prince is quite progressive.”

Jaylon sighs, “what is it you wish me to say?”

“Look in my eyes and tell me that you don’t want to be put in his way. Tell me you don’t want to be his Princess that he gives everything and more to.”

Opening her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

Whispering to Jaylon, “His Princess that he takes to his chambers every night and shows you what he’s practiced and learned from his nights on the Street of Silk.”

Jaylon’s face burns hot, “Jasline that’s unladylike to even speak of that.”

“What of it? He’s a man. A Prince. You could do far worse in this world sister.”

“I yield,” sighing in resignation, “how about we come to this agreement. I will be the fullest version of myself. If you wish to attempt to persuade His Highness, I don’t wish to know the details.”

“A fair agreement.”

They shake hands, “Gods be good! I almost forgot about the raven!”

Jasline links arms with her sister, “tell me while we walk to our tutor. Can’t keep the Septa waiting.”

The two make their way to the library while Jaylon recounts the conversation with her father. Jasline’s eyes sparkle with mischief.

“How exciting! And it will give me the chance to ensure this agreement is in my favor. You’ll owe me a debt Princess.”

“I most certainly will not,” Jaylon’s eyes flare with rage, “and don’t call me that.”

“Not yet anyway,” teasing Jaylon as they both take their seats.

The Septa began their instruction for the day. Jaylon was distracted by her own mind. Was it even possible to have the Prince choose her? She didn’t think there was any formal naming of which of them he was to wed. In addition, he was a second son; she was a second daughter. By all rites their match would make sense.

She finished her writing but Jasline begged the Septa for extra instructions. Jaylon rolled her eyes as she left. She needed air; freedom. She went to her chambers and changed into her riding clothes. She knew her father didn’t approve of her riding attire. She would never understand why a shirt, breeches and boots were so troublesome.

She braided her hair back and made her way to their stables. This was the place she found her peace. Horses were simple. They understood. They didn’t need to speak to communicate. She saddled up her new favorite mare and set out on her ride.

This beauty was young and she would become restless if in her stall too long. We have lots in common, Jaylon mused. She let her worries fade and focused her energy on commanding her steed. She never was for certain how long she would be gone but she knew that she always felt more relaxed when she returned.

Upon her arrival back at the stables, she heard her Fathers voice. He was instructing the stable keeps to make sure it was especially tidy on the morrow. Dismounting her horse, she leads her back to her stall.

“Father?”

He smiles at her, “restless?”

“The both of us I believe,” getting her kindred spirit settled back into her stall.

“I believe she’s growing accustomed to the attention you give her. It is so common an occurrence this time of day.”

She raised an eyebrow, “is that so?”

“It is,” his eyes softened, “perhaps you could see fit to not be so timely.”

Leaning against the door of the stall, “perhaps the same reason you asked the hands to ensure the stables are tidy on the morrow? He will be here won’t he?”

Sighing in defeat, “I was going to speak on it at dinner but yes. He will be arriving on dragonback early and will be with us for most of the day.”

“I will do my best to be but a shadow then.”

“Jaylon,” shaking his head, “you could never be but a shadow. You are too bright a light in the world.”

She could not help her smile. In moments like this, she is certain of her father’s love for her.

Jason Lannister felt the breath still in his lungs. Looking at his daughter’s shy smile, he couldn’t help but think how much she looks like her mother did at this age. It makes his heart ache. “I believe you have misunderstood me in our earlier conversation.”

“You were very clear to me, Father. You wish for Jasline to marry His Highness. I will do my best to not damage their meeting.”

He reaches for her hands and takes them in his, “I only want the best for her. Also for you. A life at court would be difficult for you, especially with Prince Daemon being named heir. There are responsibilities and duties that come with that obligation. I just wouldn’t want your light to be diminished in any way, Jasline would be ideal for the duties expected of her.”

“Father,” sighing as she speaks, “Jasline would be ideal but she is in love. Doesn’t it seem cruel to deny her that?”

“I don’t expect either of you to understand. She needs to let the Baratheon go. Perhaps if he’s amenable, he could be matched with you.”

Jaylon knows that she should protest and try to convince him to lead with his heart. That would for sure lead to a fight. Instead she chooses to not sully this moment between them. She kisses him on the cheek and takes her leave.

Her thoughts drifted to the morrow. She asked whatever Gods could hear that everything goes according to their design, which she hoped aligned with what her father wished. She also asked that Jasline not be as persuasive as she could be.

She asked also, that if it be the design, that she could withstand the eyes of a dragon upon her.

#hotd #hotd daemon #daemon au #daemon targaryen #daemon x oc #oddduckthatgirl #secondsarewelcome

[coochiequeens]

Not only did the women only have gender neutral changerooms, the room had glass walls? WTF? Who came up with the idea of gender neutral changeroons with glass walls? And who paid for it? 2

By Reduxx Team April 4, 2024

A man with a history of sexually predatory behavior has been sentenced for voyeurism after it was discovered he had been using the “gender-neutral” changing room of a local recreation center to watch women undress.

Mark Istephan, 52, has been sentenced to 18 months in jail after he attempted to watch a woman shower at a community pool on Vancouver Island. Istephan was previously convicted for the attempted kidnapping of a 13-year-old girl.

During court proceedings, Western Communities provincial court Judge Ted Gouge heard that the incident occurred on the morning of May 4, 2023, at the Sooke and Electoral Area Parks and Recreation Commission (SEAPARC). The SEAPARC is a designated “LGBTQI+ Safe Space,” and highlights that it prioritizes inclusivity and “does not tolerate violence, bullying, or hate speech towards the LGBTQI+ community”

The victim, identified only as Z.R. in court documents, had been swimming at the community centre and returned to the gender-neutral change room before showering in a private cubicle. As she was getting dressed, she saw the shadow of a man in the next cubicle who appeared to be trying to watch her through the gap between the bottom of the cubicle divider and the floor.

Z.R. ran to the reception desk and informed staff, who promptly called police and Istephan was arrested. In his decision, Judge Gouge noted that Z.R. was left traumatized by the experience, and continues to suffer anxiety as a result, specifically when using public recreation facilities.

During the hearing, Istephan refused to participate in a psychological assessment, something the judge called “unique.” Istephan claimed he did not have any mental health concerns, and declined a pre-sentence interview with a forensic psychologist.

The court heard that in 2001, Istephan attempted to force a 13-year-old girl at a bus stop into his car. He was ultimately convicted of attempted kidnapping and received a conditional sentence of 18 months, which he served in the community.

In 2007, Istephan was convicted of public indecency when he was arrested for masturbating on a lakeside wharf in Victoria, resulting in a 60-day jail sentence and three years of probation.

According to a Port Moody Police release from 2018, Istephan briefly went missing after being discharged from Eagle Ridge Hospital. At the time, he was described as being a male of Middle Eastern descent who was approximately 6 feet tall.

Since his initial conviction for attempted kidnapping in 2001, Istephen has been further convicted of breach of probation for failing to complete a sex offender counseling program in 2009, and another breach of probation in 2014 for being within 200 meters of a school.

The incident in Sooke further accentuates the concerns surrounding the safety of “gender-neutral” restrooms that have emerged over the past year.

As previously reported by Reduxx, the city of Cambridge, Ontario, recently sparked outrage after announcing that plans for a new recreation center would completely eliminate traditional male-female changing rooms. Instead, a glass-walled “universal gender-neutral common area” would be established where males and females would share a common space and cubicles.

During a meeting on April 29, the Mayor of Cambridge had a woman removed from a city council meeting for expressing her worries about the safety of the proposal.

In the United Kingdom, just under 90% of complaints regarding changing room sexual assaults, voyeurism and harassment that occurred between 2017 and 2018 were found to have taken place in gender-neutral or unisex facilities.

#Canada #Mark Istephan is a man with a history of sexually predatory offenses #If he attempted to kidnap of a 13-year-old girl why is his ass not behind bars? #He only served 18 months for the attempted kidnaping of a 13 year old and he served it I the community #Gender neutral change rooms should be a third option to single sex options #At least the Sooke and Electoral Area Parks and Recreation Commission (SEAPARC) can keep its safe for the TQ+ status #Sooke and Electoral Area Parks and Recreation Commission (SEAPARC) #Vancouver Island

[bazooka-overkill]

ive been working on actually tallying each boxer's infraction count becuz i don't really think that rlly popular video does them justice. i'm still working on it so any suggestions to add or change one are welcome /gen

list under cut :3

i was considering adding that none of the boxers are seen shaking hands after losing a match but then i remembered theyre probably fucking dead due to little mac

infractions will count in total between contender and td. i.e. glass joe kills a man or some shit in contester, and then hits the quan on little mac's body in td. in total glass joe has 2 infractions, rather than contender and td be two separate characters 

THESE R DEFINITELY SUBJECT TO CHANGE, WHETHER THAT BE ADDING OR REMOVING. I AM NOT A REFEREE SO I NEED TO FACT CHECK THESE LMFAO

little mac: 9(?)

note: his tank top is allowed in minor circuit, known as a “singlet,” but he’ll have to remove it in major and world circuit. i’m counting two infractions for that. also has a coach in his corner (doc)

no mouth piece (birdie had one in super PO so idk why they removed it?)

underage (ban until he’s legally allowed to box)

im iffy on his star punch as he jumps(?) to do it. (jumping isn't mentioned in boxing rules, but you will get warned by ref if you jump and attack)

faces his back towards opponent when he does a star punch (does a little spin teehee)

ducks so his head is below opponent’s waist/belt line(? might just be a perspective thing)

tank top in major and world circuit. see note

too young to hold a belt/title, so three infractions(? not sure if this is an infraction or something else entirely)

glass joe: 2

no coach/trainer in corner

no mouth piece

glass joe TD: 2

did some research and headgear isn’t allowed period. +1 infraction for joe

his hair also peeks out of his headgear. even if headgear was allowed, he can’t have his hair poking out

von kaiser: 6(?)

no coach/trainer in corner 

no mouth piece

improper wear (pants, boots)

hits with inside of glove during his attack attack thing

may or may not have some sort of ptsd regarding children so um. yeah. would probably be banned until he got therapy sooooo

mustache is more than 10 cm in length(? someone fact check me on this please)

von kaiser TD: N/A

yeeyee ass haircut (placeholder)

disco kid: 3

note: i love this guy. im also not counting his disco ball becuz it’s really just theatrical intros and gives a little swaggah to his fights

no coach/trainer in corner

no mouth piece

honestly the only thing i can get him on are his headphones. even though they’re audibly playing music, they’re still against the rules

disco kid TD: 1 (so far)

leotard. no clear line between waist and lower half

too cool (placeholder)

king hippo: 7

no coach/trainer in corner

no mouth piece

no weigh in and most likely no actual license

head covering (crown)

ear clap move

indecent exposure (? can i even write him up for this or is this a legal issue)

shoes are not boxing approved, seem to be slip ons

king hippo TD: 2

BRINGS A MANHOLE INTO THE RING???

bandages are allowed in the minor circuit, but not at the world circuit

fat /j

piston hondo: 4

no coach/trainer in corner

no mouth piece

head covering (head band)

unsportsmanlike behavior in the ring (bowing w/ eye contact. it's subtle but i'm still counting it)

piston hondo TD: 0

nothing! at least that's what i think.

bear hugger: 5

no coach/trainer in corner

no mouth piece

improper attire (overalls give no clear discern between his waist and legs, so low blows are hard to tell. plus his boots)

beard (needs to be clean shaven or well groomed)

does an ear clap move (need a hug or whatever the fuck he says before it i dont care)

bear hugger TD: 2

bringing a squirrel into the ring (im gonna count this as bringing someone into the ring willingly, as the squirrel has boxing gloves on and isnt trying to run away from the ring. the squirrel is willingly fighting and understands what is happening)

head covering

great tiger: 10

note: his head covering is for religious reasons, so it doesn’t count towards infractions. i also won’t be counting his magic carpet as he only uses it during intermission to entertain the crowd and it isn't seen in his actual fights.

another note: his clones, in my mind, act like actual people. great tiger is shown controlling them, but during intermission they can be seen lounging around and talking. this may just be theatrics for the crowd, but i see it as they’re all separate people. 

no coach/trainer in corner

no mouth piece

leaves his corner of the ring

5 infractions (for each clone he spawns, 5 being the max he can spawn. i also want to point out that a boxer can only have three corner men at a time, so great tiger having 5 people/clones, much less while he’s boxing, is basically cheating within cheating. aran ryan much lmfao)

pants go below the knees

mustache is longer than 10 cm(?)

great tiger TD: dead

did little mac kill a man in this fight (placeholder)

don flamenco: 5

no coach/trainer in corner

no mouth piece

spraying perfume on himself between rounds

head covering (toupee LMFAOAOOOAOA BALD ASS)

personal branding on his shorts

don flamenco TD: 2

turns his back repeatedly, which counts as being knocked down

emo /j

backhand punch

aran ryan: banned (12, still counting)

no coach/trainer in corner

no mouth piece

loaded gloves (DQ)

due to the fact that he was able to load his gloves, i’m willing to bet his fists aren’t properly wrapped and weren’t examined.

headbutting (DQ. also uses the ropes to gain leverage for said headbutt, so two for one combo there)

hits with elbow

once knocking little mac down, does not go to farthest neutral corner while ref counts

refuses to make an attempt to fight at certain points (his taunt)

breaking of WVBA property (seen in his contester win animation)

personal branding on shorts. unless a clover is his sponsor’s logo, it isnt allowed

attacks the ref in his intermission cutscene (banned)

i KNOW theres more i just cant THINK OF THEM GRR

aran ryan TD: 4

brings a fucking flail into the ring. im counting his flail as two infractions, both for bringing a foreign item into the ring. one for the rope and one for the glove. i’m willing to bet that the purple glove is still loaded, but im not sure of that but im counting it so FUCK YOU

steals little mac’s gloves. idk if this is a criminal charge or an infraction

tries to get a hit in right as he’s going down

soda popinski: 7

no coach/trainer in corner

no mouth piece

improper attire

doping (the soda)

foreign object (soda bottles)

also giving him an infraction for drinking the soda during his matches 

mustache is longer than 10 cm

soda popinski TD: 4

foreign object (soda crates. im giving him three infractions, one for each crate of soda he brings in)

hits the side of mac’s head with a punch (DQ)

bald bull: banned (4)

no coach/trainer in corner

no mouth piece

anger issues, would have to get that sorted out before anything else

attacking a ref (perma ban)

bald bull TD: N/A

uhh

being bald

super macho man: banned (9)

no coach/trainer in corner

no mouth piece

as much as i want to keep looking at his ass (WHO SAID THAT) i gotta write him up for improper wear. also adding that he has personal branding on both the front and back.

COLD CLOCKED THE FUCKING REF HELLO??? (PERMA BAN)

also didn’t follow ref’s instructions to go back to his corner; can be seen in the little cutscene between rounds

uses camera to take selfies

wearing jewelry (gold chain and earrings)

i also want to point out that he may have some tanning lotion on due to how FUCKING SHINY HE IS COMPARED TO EVERYONE ELSE

super macho man TD: N/A

racist (placeholder)

mr sandman: 2

no coach/trainer in corner

no mouth piece

thats it. thats literally the most i can get on him /srs

note: this is the BIGGEST fucking stretch i’ll make on this document but maybeeeeeee the way he’s stretching the ropes in his contender intermission could be an infraction??????? not really becuz he doesn’t break them but ugh idk it might just be more of a “the ropes r very fragile so plz dont do that mr sandman world champion sir” than an infraction LMFAO

i also noticed that when he gets knocked down, a subtle song that sounds like what those little carousels that go above a baby’s cot starts playing. cute and its a nice reference to his name 

mr sandman TD: 0

note: the "make up" under his eyes are eye bags, not eyeshadow. mr sandman may be emo in td but not like don

nothing!

my references

“According to rule 4.2. 5.2. 2 of IBA Technical & Competitions Rules, “a boxer can have a beard and mustache, but either must not cover the neck and must not be longer than 10cms.””

https://law.lis.virginia.gov/admincode/title18/agency120/chapter40/section350/

#punch out #mr sandman pls dont hunt me down for giving you two infractions #hmm who is knocking at my door AAAAAHH #bazooka overkill #bazooka-overkill

[nocturnekalopsia]

An Exposé of Jeqjeq

aka: jeq, jeqqie, robojeq

Can be found: @robojeq

I've been carefully collecting and cultivating this evidence for years, years I tell you. It was dangerous work, but the people have to know.

Explanation of the photos attached to prove Jeqjeq's crimes

Pictured gaslighting and manipulating me. I stayed strong, but it was difficult to fight against her wiles.

2. Traumatizing others, and on top of it, trying to justify her behavior.

3. Encouraging public indecency and whorish behaviors. Disgusting.

4. And she's a narcissist! Look at her avoiding the label by singing!

5. Adopting someone without their consent. I didn't even know I was adopted at this point of time. The horror!

6. Lusting after male wives. Shame on her.

7. Mocking me for my heavy breathing. It could be a health issue. and then made me give her puppy dog eyes. Just plain rude, a crime against humanity, really.

8. Finally, encouraging me to reveal all her secrets. She doesn't think she can be exposed. The audacity. Everyone will know the sort of person you are now, Jeqjeg, or should I call you Robojeq.

(my dearest, favoritest, chaotic-est friend. Thanks for being my bestest buddy and sounding board for all my silly ideas. <3)

[black-queen-rising]

Mother, Slut, Virgin, Bitch

Headcanons

1. Rhaenyra, Daemon, Laenor, Laena, and Harwin Strong all spent many years of their lives in a polyamorous relationship. Rhaenyra was more than fond of Laena, Laenor the same of both Daemon and Harwin, Laena and Harwin both equally affectionate of Rhaenyra, and Daemon thoroughly enjoying the company of all four. While her first intimate experience was with Daemon, Rhaenyra had her first kiss with Laena, which was a running joke within their circle, especially after Daemon and Laena returned from Pentos. Her good sister known to brag on occasion (behind closed doors, of course) that her brother may have won her hand in the end, but she'll always hold the treasure of a Princess' first kiss.

2. The only defense Rhaenyra's been known to offer against the numerous accusations of infidelity and indecent behavior scattered through her life (aside from the continued assertions her sons are of "pure Valyrian blood") is an admission of the "flaw" of her magnetic personality, followed by a gentle laugh, a personal compliment, and the assurance she simply *loves* to keep good company and conversation partners, and she can already tell her guests have such assets in spades.

3. Rhaenyra is very close with, and has immense love for, her stepdaughters, Baela and Rhaena. When the twins were much younger she would remark to anyone who made comments as to how it must be "hard" being a step mother that "Baela and Rhaena are the children of the two people I love most in the world, and I've loved them as such since the day they were born", the only reason she stopped the refrain was, after the first few years of her and Daemon's marriage, anyone who'd think to say such a thing had already heard her rebuttal. However, she is loathe to the idea she would ever "replace" Laena's role or memory, both for the sake of her best friend, and because of her experience losing her own mother around the same age, the twins mainly call her Muna the term for both mother and aunt in High Valyrian, a happy middle ground that feels comfortable for her role in their lives, the support of a maternal figure, who'd never presume to overshadow their mother.

4. Rhaenyra and Daemon's first daughter together, Princess Visenya, came nearly two moons early; after a grueling three day labor that nearly cost both their lives. Though no true cause was ever found, Maester Gerardys asserts the early labor was caused by the stress of moving the whole of Rhaenyra's household from Dragonstone—now with two additional sons and two stepdaughters—back to King's Landing and taking up her new position as her father's Hand. Even when it was clear Rhaenyra would live, after strenuous efforts to prevent infection, it was feared Visenya would not due to her small size and intermittent trouble breathing. The fact she made it to her first nameday, and now her tenth, is believed by many to be a gift from the Gods. Though Rhaenyra usually asserts it was because their whole family was so anxious for her, and so eager to give her love in what may be a short life, that she spent the first several moons of her life continually held in different family member's arms, not even sleeping in her cradle until she'd surpassed the size the rest of her siblings were at birth.

5. Rhaenyra insists she does not have a favorite child, and this is practically true, because of how different each of her individual relationships are with each of them. She relies most on, and in turn offers the most personal support, to Jacaerys, she's gentlest with Luke—some say to the point of coddling him—and he confides in her the most of her children, far past what could be expected of boys his age. She spends the most time in her day to day (at the moment, at least) with Joffrey, in large part due to how much he enjoys helping look after his younger siblings. Baela and Rhaenyra share their closest bond through their dragons and love of flying—although Jace is a close second in that regard—while Rhaena and Rhaenyra are particularly bonded in their enjoyment of things most often written off as "women's work" like fashion, embroidery, and cosmetics. Her eldest son with Daemon, Aegon "The Younger" is the most intellectually similar, a hand's on learner who loves everything from the same history to the same literature, and learns almost everything better through the same stories Rhaenyra made up at his age to keep the same facts in her mind. Rhaenyra and their second son, Viserys, can share a comfortable silence, seemingly able communicate through it, in a way unique that's from anyone else in their family. Rhaenyra worries the most for Visenya, she has ever since she was born, and is the most outwardly attentive to her. With Baelon, who's often observed to be all but a mini replica of Jacaerys, she hardly gets a moment in the day where he's not glued to her side; Rhaenyra doesn't mind, though, she hopes all the meetings he hears while playing a few feet away will see him grow into an excellent politician. Rhaenyra shares an easy affection with Aemma, that sometimes feels so similar to the fragmented moments she remembers with her own mother it makes her cry, even after all this time; mostly, however, it simply means if the Princess-Hand gets an hour to play dolls with her youngest daughter in the first half of the day, she'll likely be more amenable to discuss deals over dinner.

#rhaenyra targeryan #queen rhaenyra #asoiaf #musings #rp #rp blog #fc: viva bianca #asongofgoldenfireandblackblood #asongofgf&bb

[mrfancyfoot]

Raphael x Evie (f!OC) | Fic Rating: E/Varied | Chapter 1 on AO3

I couldn't resist the mix of culture clash and potential for flirty fun! This one is mostly fluff but may have a part 2 or more in the future. ;)

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Chapter 9: Fox Tail Things begin to take a bit of a turn as Raphael thinks Evie is flirting with him.

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Ch. Rating: M-ish / NSFW-ish Ch. Word Count: 881 Ch. Tags: POV Raphael; (Unintentional vs Intentional) Tail Flirting; Culture Clash; Raphael is Not the Most Reliable Narrator; Character Analysis-ish Ch. Warnings: Evie might be new to her tail but she’s also not (neuro)typical and that’s made a bit more evident in this chapter through an outsider’s (Raphael’s) unfamiliar perspective; Raphael’s Enormous Ego that doesn't even consider the possibility of Evie not being interested in that way

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Read under the cut or on AO3-

Did she know?

It rose and curled behind her, now lazily swaying from side to side.

A novel behavior from the fox.

Were this any other mortal before him, he would presume it to be purposeful.  A coquettish play to charm, persuade, or signal availability to the handsome devil before them.

He supposed that he had to remind himself that, though she had a tail, she was no devil nor tiefling…but human.  Ish.

The fox did not have-  Could she?  She had said herself there were none but humans in her yester-world.  No.  She did not have the cultural knowledge nor social conditioning to know what she was doing was considered flirtatious at its most innocent and outright propositional at its most indecent.

Yet that did not mean there wasn’t any deeper…instinct behind it.

Which led to-  Whether or not she knew, was there an instinctive or unconscious cause for her behavior?

In the mere spark of time spent following this mote - nearly the same length of time she’d had the fluffy appendage - there had been an escalation in her behavior from a reserved, neutral carry to animated expression reflecting whatever excited or in cited her.  All in thanks to his tireless efforts to draw out her trust and get her to open up to him.

The addition of the ears added a somewhat helpful dimension: even a careful mask was rendered ineffective when one did not know how or to alter expressions and signals from…newer extensions of their anatomy.  This, however, did have the frustrating side effect of furthering incongruencies in her behaviors.

Was their discussion of tea truly that exciting?  Was it meant to signal approval?

How much was influenced by the canine nature of her Aspect?

It was not an unfounded assumption to believe there was within her a vixen on the hunt that identified him as desirable.

A curious new degree of separation from the vampire spawn now existed - mum as Evie was of it.  A flame snuffed as quickly as it was lit!  A lonely spirit seeking a replacement for lost carnal companionship?

He had not initially bothered with more sensual seduction tactics, preferring her to focus on forging such a relationship with a curated few to suit the future.  Even if those involved insisted on going off script.  Whatever had changed between them, the spawn remained clung to her, terrified to lose that little beacon of light in his life.

Which still worked perfectly in his favor.

There was no longer any reason he saw not to sway her in such a manner.  Should he prove successful - and perhaps that was a better means by which to convince her to sign away her soul - the Hero would be that much further under his claw.

And he was growing so fond of the little fox.

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It was safe to say that the fox did not recognise his own deliberate signals in response to her less-than-deliberate tail flirting.

The next time she raised and flicked and swayed her tail so invitingly while they were seated in conversation, he caught it within his own, coiling around it securely in a manner that should have been nigh impossible to dismiss out of hand.  An open acceptance of what she was offering!

Evie stopped mid-sentence, gesturing hands frozen, and looked down, her face scrunching in confusion as she stared.  After a few beats, she reached down and deftly yanked her tail from his, only to stuff it under her leg.  “Sorry, if I was distracting,” was all she said before clasping her hands together and relaunching into her prior discussion point seemingly without another thought about it.

It was so completely the wrong conclusion to draw, that he found himself in a rare moment - though these were becoming disconcertingly more common wherever she was involved - without words as he studied her for a fracture, a crack that indicated this was a bluff, a trick, a trial.  A hidden smile, a flush of lust, the musk of arousal, desire hungering her gaze, a retreating grimace of shame from the yearn of forbidden fruit - anything.

But to what end would it serve her to play coy?  To rile him?  To cause him to pursue harder?  It was customary for women to feign disinterest, after all - to turn away even a person of interest possibly numerous times before accepting their attentions.  There were whole contrived social conventions around such inane behaviors and the taboo of appearing too eager for the attentions of another.  Was he not already chasing the fox?  Having his offers of salvation rebuffed time and again?

After further reflection, he concluded dear Evie was genuinely ignorant in her singalling of an unconscious attraction.

What fun there was to be had with that!

Another facet to this challenge of winning over her soul.

Following her amusingly hostile reactions to Haarlep crassly propositioning her on more than one occasion, he was reluctant to escalate in this moment.  It was advantageous to allow her to continue to draw distinctions between him and the incubus, to see him as a safe and trustworthy presence.  Thus he bit his tongue and played the perfect gentleman devil as he patiently stalked his prey.

Perhaps he would be the one with a spoiled pet by the conclusion of this all.

Thanks for reading!

#baldur's gate 3 raphael #bg3 Raphael #Raphael x OC #raphael x tav #raphael the cambion #baldur's gate 3 fanfic #baldur's gate 3 raphael fanfic #Plots & Prosody #mrfancyfoot