#they can‘t have grown that much

[notanotherinfjblog]

ENTJ: Wait, you know Professor XY (an ENTJ)? I love his papers, they are always so straightforward and clear. They are so good!

INFJ: Yeah, he taught at my old university. It‘s always so funny to watch ISFJ become a little fanboy when he talks about his work because I know all the beef that people have with him.

ENTJ: Like what?

INFJ: You see, my old university was very laid back when it came to hierarchy and formality and all that. But then there was him who didn‘t bother to learn other people‘s names before they had a PhD.

ENTJ: Okay, but to be fair, you don‘t learn the names of your students. Why would you?

INFJ: I do.

ENTJ: What? How? I‘m not going to make them wear name tags and go around in a circle asking each of them who they are. I don‘t care.

INFJ: Well, I do. I want to know who I‘m talking to. And since I‘m asking them to address me by my first name, too, it just seems fair.

ENTJ: … what?

#it‘s so funny how much of a difference one high function in the stack can make #i mean out of everyone i‘ve ever met my entj friend is the one person that i get along best with it was an instant connection #we have an increasing problem of keeping our conversations shorter than an hour cause we‘re always enabling us to never stop talking #and i‘m not exactly known for talking a lot but with him i just can‘t shut up cause for once someone is actually giving me the room to talk #i mean communication is so easy with him and we‘ve reached a level of silent communication where we're in a situation listening to someone #and he looks at me and i look at him and we both know we‘re thinking the same #but i digress (as per usual) #what i wanted to say was how funny it is that our brains are so in sync with ni but we still approach things very differently due to fe/te #i‘m the reclusive sentimental people-oriented person while he‘s the approachable nice but straightforward pragmatist #i've grown very fond of him not gonna lie #mbti #mbti conversations #entj #infj

[frillyfacefins]

I was just listening to a podcast episode about clowns, and I realized something…

The accident locked Fizzarolli into a role he took on as a child. It made it impossible for him to ever be anything BUT a clown, whether he liked it or not.

I mean, this kid could have absolutely grown up and done anything he liked, whether that is another role on stage (which is likely) or anything else he could have wanted to do

After the accident, though? His face was literally TURNED into the face of a clown. Being a clown used to be a mask, a costume, a performance - now it‘s his literal body. His skin isn‘t white because of the make-up, but because of the burn scars; his nose isn‘t red bc of a prop, but because it‘s the only thing that didn‘t burn; his hat doesn‘t just make his horns look more whimsical, it is a replacement for his horns.

He is trapped in a role that was given to him as a child. I know he enjoys it, and that is damn lucky for him - but it‘s also extremely telling that everything else about his persona is adult entertainment, from the obvious use of Robo Fizzes as sex dolls to his own stint as Emcee in an adult entertainment club to his choice of a life partner.

He might not have had much of a say in the robots, but he sure as fuck had a say in starting a relationship with the Sin of Lust.

He can‘t ever escape his childhood, or a role that is associated with childhood entertainment. But at least he can own his adult sexuality and find joy in a body that visually traps him in a perpetual identity as a clown.

#helluva boss #helluva boss fizzarolli #fizzarolli #fizzaroli helluva boss

[anantaru]

cw. [ex]plicit, loads of kissing, fem! reader

"how do you get your lips to taste like that?"

heizou would ponder deeply about it, quite frankly, you couldn‘t possible be real, and he engraved it within his own questioning.

yet by the end of his fleeting words he dares to steal another kiss from you.

"especially when we‘re doing this."

you giggle, all shy and sweet, though out of breath when he pulls himself into you again, because even now— in between pleasing each other, he couldn‘t help himself but ask and question you wholly like one of his dubious suspects at work.

it's silly, but he truly was your weak point, and you could feel his warm breathing fan over your sloshed lips— further beckoning the specific need to taste you once again. "i-it might be my lip balm."

half a beat after that, the pleasure you experienced had grown by a ten fold, your eyes remained closed as you jumped at every additional hurdle of his cock moving in and out, faster faster— please, you beg, before his tip continued to plant deep smooches on your used walls, rather focusing on that one specific part he knew had you in a choke hold.

while your precious boyfriend heizou? you can‘t obviously see his face now, not because he had been purposefully hiding it from you but because he was very much busy sucking on that sweet tongue of yours— it‘s like he doesn‘t have a choice, again, how do you manage to taste so damn well?

he almost feels a pain in his cock when he listens to your tiny mewls, but he brings his hand to your own and plants you against the mattress, intertwining your fingers and adding on hold. you feel how his tongue now traces along your bottom lip, featherlight but precise, additionally sousing it with his own saliva and further imbedding his comforting scent into you.

on the flip side, your legs had been severely shaking around his hips now, due to these circumstances you pushed your hips upwards into his touch so his cock could reach all the rills and curves in you— but those breaths of your lover, precisely the little whimpers he exhaled, the ones you could sense within yourself as well, so raggedly and shallow but webbed in blood rushing excitement.

the waves of your skin repeatedly slapped against him and radiated shivers outwards of your body to the point that you focused on nothing more than the tingling sparks on your lower region, how they gradually took a hold of yourself. Heizou surely couldn‘t last like this forever, he knew and foresaw it too— but he dug harder and pumped into you fast, filling you up so fucking well that you spread your thighs further apart and felt how his painfully swollen erection dragged over your wet walls.

it had gotten hotter, even more scorching than the surrounding sweat on your filthy bodies but heizou relished in it. in the soft, natural squeezes of your cunt before gritting his teeth at the impact.

now, he whimpers, so sugary sweet, you loved it.

each thrust and he does it again, blood rushing in his ears as he pulls you close to him, leaning further when you arched your back and cried into his neck.

by now, you're aching and exhausted, yet needy and awaiting to climax with him— although most importantly, you were ready to be entirely claimed by his warm cum until it was messily oozing out of your used hole, greatly staining the bed sheets while you‘re out of breath, both smiling while resting in your afterglow.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #heizou x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #heizou smut #heizou x you #genshin x you #genshin impact heizou x reader #genshin impact heizou smut

[herzgeist-writes]

Hii Emi! It's me again and if you're up to i have another request! Obv a Law x yn where yn joined the heart pirates only two months ago and she is pretty shy and always worried to not be helpful to the crew. Law takes pity out of her of how cute she looks but what hits his heart is how kind and gentle this girl is and that makes Law slightly worried because he knows something is different and he cannot let himself fall in love because he needs to avenge Corazon

Pairing: Law x Cute fem!reader | Word count: 1.9k | Warnings: None

Synopsis: Welcome aboard the Polar Tang, (Y/n)! The Heart pirates took you in with open arms without regret to this day. You are one of the kindest and most gentle people the crew ever faced, growing fond of your sweet and humble behaviour. Over time, Law takes notice of your modesty and fights against his own emotions you awaken in him, before they become too much to handle. Is a dark and sinister man such as him actually able to develop romantic feelings? He highly doubts it. Yet so he thought.

A/N: Kurage! Of course I'm up for it! It's Law we're talking about ఌ Avast, another fluffy OneShot, thank you for the request dear! (Sorry it took a bit longer, I was on holiday) Hope you like it!

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

„Hey (Y/n), could you grab me the tool kit from the boilers below? I must‘ve forgotten it down there.“ - „Sure thing Uni!“, as one of the newest crew members of the Heart pirates, you‘re highly determined to be of support wherever you‘re able.

Since two months aboard the Polar Tang, you learned rather quickly how kind and contributory Trafalgar‘s bunch is. Safe to say, you‘ve grown fond of them and vice versa.

They appreciate your zeal, though you do not possess the ability or skill to know the ropes around the submarine, so the mechanics assign you to simple tasks.

Besides sweating in the sub‘s belly, doing mechanical works, kitchen and laundry duty are also a great way to warm up to the general feel of being part of a crew.

After a quite dramatic rescue, where Law saved you from slave drivers, you can‘t rid the sentiment of the Surgeon of Death behaving hostile towards you.

Of course he is known for his aloof and petulant manner, but you start to recognise certain differencies in his conversations between you compared to other members.

If you ever talk to eachother that is, for it being a rare occasion. It honestly is a shame. There is still so much you want to say, so much you want to ask, yet he avoids you as soon as you enter the frame, walking a B-line to his office.

Don't get him wrong though, Law sees you, oh and how he does. The way you talk, how you behave and hold yourself. Not just captivated by your sweet and adorable appearance, it is your whole demeanor, your big heart he had the chance to behold the past two months.

This is bad, beyond grave. There is no way he actually likes yo-

Absolutely not. Everytime he passes by you, these thoughts intrude his very being, it is then where he's ought to better ignore or run from those feelings, before anything unpredictable happens. Or did it happen already?

To you, the question still remains, have you done something wrong? Aren’t you working hard enough? Whatever it is, you struggle to find the reason behind his mysterious attitude. Be that as it may, you make it your goal to reach your Captain with hard work, rather than straight up walking up to him and find a conversation.

And today is one of those days where you can prove it, to earn your superior’s attention. The Polar Tang docked at an abandoned isle floating somewhere among the waters of the Grand Line. To Law’s calculations, there is an estimated poneglyph hiding on this island. Thus the Heart pirates prepare for a day out in the field, exploring the jungles and noting everything suspicious or fascinating regarding the void century’s history.

At the coast, everybody gathers before proceeding into the thicket. The Captain calls out: “Keep your baby snail transponders ready at all times. If you detect anything remarkable, give me a call immediately.” All confirm his command with a booming ‘Aye’ and thrust their fists into the air, to commence the expedition in brimming motivation. Split up in parties, the groups divide and go seperate ways for a more efficient search.

You follow one team and hold out for mystery. The snail in your hands oogles you, it’s eyes slightly uncanny and bizarre. Yet, the resemblece to Law is immaculate. The already mentioned eyes faintly squinted in an exhausted manner, with dark circles underneath, the white fluffy hat and of course the goatee. It’s almost too accurate. Concentrating on the path before you, you take a good look around.

But to your foolhardy day dreaming, you now walk alone. Where are the others? In panic your gaze scans the area, worried you might not even find your way back to the Polar Tang. How long were you in dream land, (Y/n)? Anyway, you are on a quest, therefore you are tremendously firm about your decision to make your Captain proud.

May sound easier than done, for you tread through the dark and sinister parts of the jungle, feeling cold and uneasy as you hear an alarming rustling very near you. So you pick up the pace, close to running through the lush green thicket, almost toppling over your own feet. Anxiety fuels you with energy, motivating you to rush further into the forest’s heart.

The sun’s rays fade the deeper you go and finally you come to a stop, even unable to see your own hand before you. “Shit, where am I?”, you utter lowly to yourself, scared you might have ran a tad bit too far. A sharp and stinging spark in the distance blinds you. Curiosity gets the better of you, now following the only source of light.

Slowly approaching the inexplicable in front of you, the blinding fortunately ceased and you recognise a golden orb with strange embellishment, if you wouldn't know any better it looks close to a map, deeply engraved into the material.

Like a moth to the flame, you hold out your hand to grasp the devious object. However, before you can sling your fingers around it, the ball disappears and gets replaced with: "A rock? What the-" - "Don't just randomly grab a possible relic, (Y/n)-ya . ."

Surprised, you let off a small squeak and immediately turn around to find yourself cowering away from none other than your Captain, who's brows furrow at you in annoyance.

With the orb in hand, he steps even closer to you, condescendence lifting his gaze as he rumbles: "And by the by, you're supposed to be with the others."

"I lost track of them, so I went on my own.", explaining yourself with an ever growing pout, your shoulders droop in ebarrassment. Quick to throw another question, a frown pushes the corners of Law's lips down: "Why did you run further into the jungle so absentmindedly? You should have called me."

In protest, you point out that your mindless flight response wasn't for naught, implying to show Law your capability by finding this golden ball, but he doesn't give in regarding that matter. All he deftly oversees and only tells you off.

Whose fault was it though? Hiding in the bushes, observing helpless and frightened little you, not able to stay quiet? Trafalgar Law sure doesn't fit the role as a ninja, at least not today.

"Listen (Y/n)-ya, a woman like you can't just wander around in unknown territory, practically diving into danger.", he lectures you with a sour tone in his raspy voice.

Shit, is what goes through Law's mind, as he realises what slipped out of him. Aware how to misunderstand his haughty opinion, he attempts to keep it together. It is incredibely difficult for him to stay focused around you. Why? Oh how he wishes he could just rush back to his office.

Something bugs you, why did he describe you as 'a woman like you'? Thoughts spin in your head and you twiddle your thumbs and twirl a strand of your hair in insecurity. Thus you muster up the courage to ask for the Captain to clarify what he means by that bold statement.

How much it takes out of him to keep his poise. Could you stop playing with this poor man's emotions? They're barely existant in the first place and you decide to pull his heart strings like that?

Indifferent as possible, Law blinks, time seemingly slowing down around you, for he takes a felt like eternity to answer. And finally he clears it up, shifting nervously in place: "Isn't it obvious? You are . . fragile, delicate even and new to piracy. Don't take life as a pirate too lightly, that is all I'm trying to say."

In strain, you contain yourself not to snap at your superior, so you out your concern: "Are you saying I'm not capable?" - "That's not what I said. I simply indicated, that you are too much of an amateur and could get seriously hurt, if you lack the vigilance. Other pirates might take advantage of your kindness and . ."

The Captain stops mid sentence, choking on a word that almost escaped his oddly dry lips. You tilt your head in curiosity: "And?"

A sweat drop builds on his temple. It just wouldn't cross his mind, why you are being so troublesome? Shaking his head infuriatingly, he mumbles: "N-Nothing. Let's just go."

Abruptly grabbing your hand, he pulls you along, leading you out of the dark parts of the jungle. Muttering his dissatisfaction and curses in disbelief, he stops, the both of you returned to the stone path.

Though his slender hands seem rough and calloused, you are surprised by the gentle and warm touch of his skin. Even after all those tough battles he fought, all the operations he performed, his digits carefully intertwine with yours, almost scared to crush you.

So he turns around to face you and commands you harshly: "Go back to the sub, just follow back this way and you'll be there in no time." - "Aye, Captain."

Law detects a tinge of shame and disappointment in your expression. How come his heart cannot stop beating out of his chest, as he speaks: "Before you go . . you . . did a good job, finding this artifact, it's a rather important object at that. So, well done."

Did your hearing falter? Your Captain just praised you! Out of joy you flash him a smile, showing him gratitude with a subtle nod and a small hum.

The brim of Law's hat casts a shadow over his face, making it impossible for you to see his blush that is being withheld from you.

After a good minute, you two come to realise, that you are still holding hands. "Umm, Captain? Could you-", you point out with a shy chuckle and Law basically yanks his arm away in a rash move, almost a tad bit too obvious, even to you.

In irk, he shoos you: "Just go already! I have other things I must attend to!" With his jaw tensing by the sight of you playfully rolling your eyes and going about your way, he clicks his tongue and continues the path ahead of him.

One last look over his shoulder, glancing at your delicate frame in the distance, once more the beat of his heart waivers. Truly, there is a certain appeal to you he wishes to familiarise further, nevertheless, he must not.

After all, Law has a goal, his mind is set, determined to avenge Corazon. It takes his all to commit to this plan, hence there is no space . . for love? Confliction restricts the Surgeon of Death's tunnel vision, professionalism slowly but surely fading by your 'intrusion'.

He must admit, he's fighting the urge to give in to your sweetness, surrender to his own emotions towards you. You peak his interest, though to his momentary disapproval.

But what if he is able to fulfill his wish? When the world finally reaches it's well deserved state of peace and freedom. Will he earn your attention, your affection?

What if . .

#one piece #one piece law #trafalgar one piece #law x female reader #law x fem!reader #law x y/n #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #one piece request #one piece requests #Sweet Surrender

[copias-juicebox]

A taste of your own Poison

Pairing: Terzo x fem! Reader Words: 7324 Genre: one shot (or maybe two in the future?) Warnings: starts off innocent and turns into a little spicy rubbing up and down.. no actual smut though Notes: it's here. I wrote this to get Terzo out of my system. It didn't work. anyway here you go. Summaray: Terzo is an asshole, usinghis status too much. He has grown far too cocky for his own good. He sleeps around the ministry, breaking hearts until he meets you. You are not easily swayed. A worthy opponent for him.

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You‘d been walking around the ministry for about 30 minutes now. It was your day off and you decided to explore the huge building and its grounds a little more. You were a relatively new member of the clergy and so you were curious what this old, massive place had to offer. Maybe you could find any hidden places, secret passages or even just a small, calm spot should you ever be in need of solitude. You had no plan where you were going, your feet carrying you down a long hallway at one end of the building. You passed many great halls and pretty doors on the way. It was a friday afternoon and most of the clergy members had decided to spend the rest of their days outside since it was a mild, spring evening.

As you walked along the corridor you noticed a big oak door, with intricate patterns drawn on it in the corner to the left. You were not sure what it was but the door itself intrigued you and before you realized your feet came to a halt in front of it. You decided to see what lay behind it. You pushed the heavy door open and peeked inside.

The room that stood before you appeared to be an office with high ceilings, through the huge windows light flooded the area around the desk and you could see dust particles fly through the air. On either side of the windows stood a shelf with loads of books. The dark heavy curtains were pulled to the side and neatly held together by a clip.

„Saluti Sorella. What brings you here?“ a voice from the other side of the room startled you. You turned to the source of the voice and saw Papa Emeritus the third, standing there, to the left side behind the door. In the area, that was slightly hidden from the direct view of the door, stood two armchairs and a coffee table. Papa stood there awaiting your answer and smiling at you. His papal makeup impeccable, just his hair slightly hanging over his eyes.

„O..oh hello Papa.“ you bowed down to show respect. „I uh I was just wandering around actually. Not really intentionally coming here. I didn‘t think I would cross paths with anyone to be honest.“ you answered him a little blushing because you just wandered into Papa Terzos office without even knocking first. What a terrible way to introduce yourself to the beloved Papa. You reprimanded yourself.

Terzo stepped a little closer and smiled sheepishly at you. „I appreciate the bow, bella. I assume you know who I am then?“ he stood there, hands clasped together in a very collected manner.

„Of course I do Papa. Everyone in the Clergy knows you.“ you smile at him, hoping not to say anything wrong and fuck up the first impression he has of you, well not more than you already ruined it for coming in here without knocking.

„You flatter me Sister, but unfortunately I can‘t say I have seen you around, no?“ he cocked his head to the side, a frown forming on his handsome face.

„Ah yeah that is because I am a relatively new member of the Clergy.“ you told him, fidgeting in your spot.

„Hmm. And your name bella?“ he held out his hand which you looked at a little embarrassed and gave him your name and your hand, expecting him to shake it, when instead he bend down, one hand behind his back, the other one lifting your hand to his lips and kissing it. He kept his eyes trained on you and your slight gasp that escaped your lips was something he took pride in as a small smirk crept upon his face. „A pleasure to meet you Sorella.“ He let go of your hand and came back to stand in front of you. „And how exactly did you find my office?“ He looked from right to left as if he was seeing his Office for the first time.

„Well like I said I was just walking around a little, getting to know the place since I am still fairly new you see?“

„New to the ministry, huh?“ Terzo chuckled. Well you have found your way into Papa Emeritus‘ Office bella. I apologize for the mess here.“ he looked around the relatively clean space, just a few papers lying around and an empty cup of coffee stood on the desk.

Your eyes widened realizing you just ran into Papas Office. „Oh no it‘s not messy at all. Actually I have to apologize. I didn't mean to intrude like that you see I was just walking around and I saw this beautifully adorned door here and I wanted to see...“ you started rambling.

„It is quite alright sorella, I don‘t mind having you here.“ He interrupted you lifting his hands up and down again to calm you down. „This is actually my great grandfather's old office. He was also Papa Emeritus but the clergy was much smaller at that time.“ he said, gesturing to an old painting of another Papa above the fireplace. You inspected it and when your eyes dropped to Terzo he was overlooking a stack of papers laying atop of his desk.

„Uh I am not interrupting your work am I Papa? I can leave..“ Before you could finish he once again stopped you.

„My work for today is finished.“ he shook his head. „Besides you are my guest now. I need to show you some hospitality, sí.“ he grinned.

„I just don‘t want you to feel like you have to. I am fine leaving if you are busy and want to be left alone. I know you are a busy man after all.“ you tell him smiling softly.

„I appreciate the gesture, bella but it‘s not necessary.“ he put his hands on his desk leaning against it. „But I am not that busy.“ A moment of silence passed over you. You admired the room and the ambience the light created. „You look nice by the way.“ His sudden compliment pulled you from your momentary daze and you blushed slightly, not visible but you felt the heat creeping up your neck. Here we go. Not even a week in the ministry and he already is living up to his reputation you thought.

„Ah thank you Papa.“

„Of course. It‘s true.“ He chuckled „But you know, I bet you‘re even cuter when you‘re flustered.“ he began to saunter in your direction, around his desk.

You took a step back, regaining confidence „Papa.. don‘t even start please. I know what you are doing and I won‘t fall for it ok.“ you countered his obvious flirtations.

„Oh what am I doing Sorella?“ By now he stood in front of you. Not too close yet but you could see his face and eyes close up. „I am not flirting, Sorella, just stating the obvious, yes. You are cute and easy to embarrass.. And I think I‘ll try to make that happen.“ he smirked.

His words made you want to fight his charm. How dare he think he can just lull anyone into his arms. You might look like an easy target, easy prey for him to pounce on but you knew your way around men like him. He wouldn‘t be the first one to try and sweet talk you to lure you into his bed, just to kick you out when morning comes. No you were not going to give this man what he thought was so easy to achieve. If he thought he could play a game he was going to go against a worthy opponent. He triggered something in you. Something you had buried deep down. A sad and hurtful memory that you cherished but also wished you had forgotten.

„Well you try all you want. I am not going to get flustered by your attempts because I know your reputation Papa.“ you smiled at him sweetly, acting up.

„Oh yeah? My uh.. reputation you say? What exactly is my reputation sister?“ He stepped closer to you, his voice an octave lower now. „And are you sure? I bet I can get you so adorably flustered before the hour ends.“ he said teasingly.

With every word he said and the cockiness of how he said these words you felt yourself getting more and more competitive to show him how wrong he was. Obviously this man was not used to anyone denying him and you were going to do exactly that, you decided. You were about to teach this man a lesson.

„Oh I dare you. Try me. But don‘t cry when I don‘t give in“ you said confidently, raising one eyebrow at him. „And about your reputation you know.. the usual I don‘t think I‘ll have to explain.“ you shrugged.

„Oh, the usual yes?“ he stepped even closer making you take two more steps backwards now only a few centimeters away from the wall. „Well what are you going to do if I do this?“ he closed the gap between you, pushing you into the wall and caging you there with one hand against the wall. He tilted his head to the side inspecting your cheeks. „Now is that a slight, adorable shade of pink I see?“ he said cockily with a smirk.

Boldly you counter by holding eye contact with his mismatched eyes. „I am telling you Papa I will not give in to your attempts. I know what you are.“

He hums deeply „Oh and what am I then, bella?“ he chuckled, moving his face closer to yours. „Am I a flirt?“ he guessed. You could feel his hot breath on your skin and it made you slightly tremble.

„Not just that, no.“ You put your hand on his chest and pushed him away gently. „You‘re way worse than that. You‘re a womanizer.“

He laughed and his smile grew bigger as your hand hit his chest. „Alright you might be right. I will admit that. I mean come on I can never deny a beautiful Sorella. Satan did not give me all this..“ he looked down on his body. „..to hide myself away from the ladies.“ he smiled devilishly. „But what if I am? Are you going to stop me Sorella?“ he kept his cocky tone, teasing you.

„No. you may do whatever you want. You‘re Papa. But don‘t be mad if it‘s going to hurt your feelings.“

„Oh don‘t worry about that. I won‘t expect anything. Even though I can‘t say that I believe you would be able to resist me. I imagine many in the ministry have fallen for me.“ he smirked.

You wanted to wipe that smirk from his face. That absolute arrogant bastard. But he was right. He did have many admirers. Now that you were thinking about it you were sure there was not one Sister or Brother for that matter who wouldn‘t let Terzo do them however he wanted. You were sure that many of them would actually kill to be in your position right now.

It was well known that Papa was a very eager lover. He knew about his charms and he knew how to talk to women and men. Oddly enough his reputation of being a player hardly seemed to repel the other Brothers and Sisters. Maybe it was just a little different for most of them, being more open with their desires and sexuality but to you it was nothing you wanted. You had heard many stories, many nightly encounters between Sisters and Papa. They always ended the same way. They’d spend a night full of pleasure together and that was it. He would invite them again but if any of them had any romantic expectations they would always get rejected. It never stopped the other Sisters to try and shoot their shot. Some of them might be happy just to spend one passionate night with their Papa, others were hopeful to be the one for Papa, the one he falls for. Whatever their motives were you knew you wanted more than just a one night stand. You wanted, no you needed someone that was there for you, someone to rely on and someone you could trust. Someone that belonged to you and you alone. Someone you could share your most intimate moments with. And you were willing to wait patiently until the right one comes into your life. This man on the other hand was the total opposite of that. He runs around lusting and seeking pleasure in a different bed every night.

„Papa half of the clergy fell for you. And you know that so don‘t pretend you‘re oblivious.“ you retorted.

„So uh you‘re saying I am a heartthrob?“ he asked, still wearing that goddamn smirk. „Well if you think I‘m so irresistible then you won‘t be immune to my charm, will you?“ he said. „Maybe I should try to make you fall for me now?“ he joked.

You scoffed. This man. You were nearly speechless. „Good luck trying Papa. The knowledge alone that you are doing this to anyone in the clergy without any meaning is enough for me to never fall for your games.“ you shot at him.

„Wouldn‘t that just make me a better lover, armore?“ he quipped brashly. „I would call myself quite experienced. I understand how the female body works. You just have to let me take care of you.“ he purred in your ear.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, not believing what you heard. He backed off a little. „Very well then I respect your decision. But just to make sure…“ he moved in closer to you again „since you are so unaffected by me, you don‘t mind if I do this?“ he leaned in his lips mere centimeters from your own, his eyes observing your expression. He lingered there for a long moment waiting for your reaction.

You pushed yourself further into the wall. „Nope. Doesn‘t affect me.“ you answered, slowly feeling your self control slipping away. No you could not give him the satisfaction of winning this.

„Are you sure Sorella?“ he whispered. „even if I were to do this?“ he started to move in closer and for a moment you panicked thinking he was going to try to kiss you. Before he could do so you managed to swerve to the left, which resulted in him nearly kissing the wall.

„Oh no no you don‘t get to kiss me Papa.“ you shook your head.

He smirked blushing himself under his papal makeup. „Very well. You win. For now.“ he backed off. „But I can‘t promise I won‘t try again. I am a man of commitment after all.“ he stated, arms spread in front of him.

„You are a player, that's what you are. I don‘t want no player, no short lived night of love, no.“ you snorted.

„You don’t want one night of utter bliss and pleasure, no? We could do it more than once then.“ He snickered. You didn‘t react to his stupid remark and he continued. „Ok ok. I don‘t blame you. But let me warn you. I am terrible at rejection.“ he frowned and chuckled at the same time. He cleared his throat and added „You know this is nice. Just.. talking to a pretty sister like you.

„You call that talking, huh?“ you laughed out loud, throwing your head back.

„Well you didn‘t run away or slap me. That is something. And I have other topics of conversation if you‘d prefer. But I do have one more question?“

You frowned. „I have a hard time believing anyone here would have the balls to slap you. And you‘re papa, if anything they would love any attention you gave them. They are all going crazy over you.“

„Well if you knew how I flirt with some sisters you‘d understand my fear of getting slapped.“ he added sheepishly, earning a questioning look from you. „But you didn‘t answer my question. May I ask you one thing?“

„Ah yeah sorry. Sure, go ahead.“ you encouraged him.

He took a moment to form the sentence and you waited patiently now that he gave you some distance you could breathe again.

„Have you.. ever been in love before?“ Terzo asked, tilting his head. It sure was a strange question. One you had not expected him to ask you now all of a sudden. He remembered that one woman. He was still young then. How he tried to woo her, in his odd ways, he had even written her a poem. Unfortunately it didn‘t work. She dumped him and moved on. She found someone else. He hadn‘t forgotten her. He would never forget her.

Your expression softened. He was seriously asking you an honest question. „Well if i‘m being honest with you I don‘t think so, no. I‘ve had a few crushes yes but never once I would call any of them love. Why?“ You were curious why he was suddenly interested in that?

Terzo nodded. „I was wondering..“ He frowned „You see sorella, I have been in love before.“ He stepped closer again „I tried so hard to impress her. To please her, but.. I wasn‘t enough. She left and found someone else.“ his voice was distant now, as if he was lost in his own thoughts. He himself didn‘t know why all of a sudden he told you this. But something about you reminded him of her.

Hearing Papa share this intimate story with you surprised you. Suddenly you felt bad for him. You even pitied him when you saw his sad eyes staring into the distance. „I am sorry to hear that Papa. It was not supposed to be then. I am sure you will find someone else.“ you tried to lift his mood.

„I hope so.“ he sighed softly, looking up at the ceiling, exhaling. „But I fear she was my one true love. I doubt I‘ll ever be able to love someone like that again.“ he mumbled. „Do.. Do you know what it‘s like to have your heart broken?“ his eyes found yours again.

You shook your head „No.. No, I don‘t think I do. Since I have never loved anyone. I did feel some sort of thing for the guys I dated and they sure as hell hurt me but I don't think that feeling comes close to having a broken heart.“ You stood for a moment in silence. Terzo contemplating your words. „But do you want to hear my opinion Papa?“

„Hmm“ he looked up at you „Sure yes tell me what are your thoughts?.“

„I don‘t think that there is just one true love in this world. If you give yourself and someone else a chance, you can find the one that actually is for you. Just because you believe she was the only right one doesn‘t mean she was. If she rejected you i‘d even say she probably wasn‘t the right one yeah?“

Terzo blinked, his mind blown at her perspective.

"Hmm... I... You... You're right," he nodded, "That's quite some wise advice for someone like you." He chuckled, "Where did you learn that?"

You chuckled. „I don‘t know I just kinda have a „gift“ of seeing more than just one perspective on things. There is always a bright side to look up to. And most people don‘t see them when they are down. And I like to remind them because I want to help them.

"Well, you're good at it. I wish I could have that outlook on things." He looked down to the ground, head hanging low.

„Anyway“ he clapped his hands together and smirked moving on and changing the topic suddenly, "Do you enjoy your time here in the Ministry? I understand it can be boring, which is why I try to make my office as inviting as I can. So my, ah, „guests“ don't get too... bored." He teased. You noticed the very odd looking objects he had stuffed into cupboards or on shelves. Many of them surely occult, some more normal for an office space. Paper stacks, pens, organizers and envelopes and a magnifying glass lay on the desk, some decorative items such as a small statue of Baphomet and a small accompanying dagger with the sigil of Baphomet lay on the edge of his desk. In the other corner of the room on a podest lay a very expensive looking Satanic Bible. Next to the podest stood very high candleholders with halfway burned down black and crimson candles.

„Well thank you. I quite like it here. This place is to my liking.“ you replied „You managed to archive that with your office since i was intrigued enough to come in here.“

Terzo took a moment and looked at you before speaking up again. "Hmm, do you know that you're rather pretty, Sorella?" Terzo asked with a smirk, "I could stare into those eyes all day."

Papa was trying to get her riled up again, to see if he could get her to blush. But at the same time, he genuinely meant what he said.

Oh no he is back again now. I know what he is trying to do. He does not actually mean it that fucker. „There he goes again.“ you muttered to yourself. „It won‘t work man. But keep trying. You‘ll eventually have to accept your defeat.“ you responded.

"Oh, but that's because you haven't seen me really try. Maybe if I tried this...?" Terzo smirked, closing the distance between you again.

He put a hand under your chin and tilted your face to meet his gaze. He stared into your pretty eyes for a long moment, his own mismatched eyes full of fire.

"There's nothing I could do to get you to fall for me? Even this?" He asked. You smirked at him and visibly gulped. „If it was anyone but you Papa I might get weak. But you? No, I could never give you a chance.“ you explained to him.

"Oho, that's what you think." Terzo took a few breaths, steadying himself as he pushed her back into the wall. „Are you flirting with me Sorella? "You said anyone but me but I think if I really did try, you'd start to feel... something. Or maybe.. you already do?" Terzo smirked in return, still holding your chin with his gloved hand, "Let's try one more time, eh? What's the point of giving up so soon? He once again leaned in closing the distance more.

You stare into his eyes, face inches apart. „Papa I am honest with you. There is nothing you could do that would make me change my mind here. I don‘t want a guy to just play me and drop me when he gets what he wants. My self respect is too high for that.“

"And who says that's what I'm doing?" Terzo asked, tilting his head.

His other hand gently caressed the side of your cheek now, slowly moving back and forth on your soft skin.

"How do you know that I'm just a flirt? That I would just drop you like that?" He asked quietly. „You don‘t deserve to be treated that shitty, no.“

As much as you wanted to fight it, his words had an effect on you. You started to understand why everyone around you was so enthralled with him. He was a truly charming man. You knew that the moment he kissed the back of your hand in that smooth manner but you could not let him get to you.

„It’s very obvious papa. You‘re just trying to prove your point here. If I were to give in, the worst you would do is laugh at me and rub it in my face how you knew I couldn‘t resist the glorious and irresistible Papa Terzo. And at best you would seduce me into your bed for one night and the next morning forget about me. Don‘t think I don't know that kind of man! I may have never truly loved anyone but I had my fair share of partners over the years. They are all the same and I swore never to fall for someone like that anymore.“

"Oho, you say all that? And yet..." Terzo smirked, moving his hand away from your chin, only to begin caressing your collarbone instead before he spoke again. "You seem to be attracted to me? You may deny it, but you are, aren’t you?" He teased with his deep husky voice.

His touches and voice was slowly breaking down your walls, but you laughed it off, masking your growing attraction to his very essence. „You wish papa, you wish. I am just trying to be respectful because you are Papa. And I couldn't exactly slap you can I?“

At this point Terzo had to admit he was starting to doubt his impact on her. He simply wasn‘t used to any of the sisters denying him. In fact they all nearly fought to spend the night with him and this Sister here was testing his patience. It only made him desire her more.

Terzo let his hand slowly slip over your chest area, testing the waters of your comfort zone.

"Oh, you could slap me if you wanted to." He smiled, "I doubt you would, though. I think you like me." He moved his face an inch closer to your ear, whispering seductively. "I think you want me to do... this..." he breathed out.

He suddenly kissed your neck and as fast as he had leaned in he pulled back, the same smirk still glued to his face.

Your eyes widened and your heartbeat quickened when you felt Papa kiss your neck. It stunned you and for the short moment you got lost in the feeling before you could shake yourself out of it and regain your senses. You slowly pushed papa off of you. “Nope no. Don‘t do that. I never gave you permission to do that.“ you warned with a shaky voice, not sounding as nearly as convincing as you wanted to.

Terzo chuckled darkly, his eyes glancing upward as he let his right eyebrow twitch, "Hmmm... But I did it regardless."

He moved close to you again, smirking down at you. "It seems you lost all your composure, eh? And I thought I wouldn't make you squirm..“ the last part he mostly mumbled to himself.

You eventually wiggled yourself around between his arms and managed to get a little bit of distance between you. „You are the worst Terzo. You belong to horny jail. Really are you down that bad? I could give you a list of Sisters that would gladly spend the night with you.“ you nearly hissed, trying to get him off of you by luring him with another Sister.

„Ha so I‘m the worst? But you‘re getting all worked up over me bella.“ he smirked, his nose almost touching yours. „So, what? You‘re offering me someone else? Do you want me to take my attention off of you?“ a smug smile on his face.

God he is so full of himself you thought.

You pointed your finger at him. „Yes! Yes you are. You are enjoying this. You are even having fun doing this, you‘re insufferable.“ After you took a moment to compose yourself you continued. „And yes I could give you a list if you‘d like. If that gets you off of me that is.“

„Oh is that so?“ Terzo asked interested.

„Yes I know one Sister who would be perfect for you actually. She keeps talking about you nonstop. Terzo here.. Terzo there.. she literally never shuts up.“

„Now who is that Sister you are talking about, mh?“ he wanted to know. Of course he wants to know. That horny motherfucker. „What is she saying about me? Does she think of me often, yes? Does she think of me in bed?“ At this point he was probably creating scenarios in his own head, You assumed.

„Oh look at that. Someone interested, huh?“ You teased him.

He looked back at you. „Give me her name bella. Let me talk to this lovely sister. Perhaps she can be my little plaything for the night?“

The scowl on your face was instant. „Are you fucking serious right now? All you‘re going to do now is use the poor girl and then throw her away?“

„She‘s not a poor girl if she wants me.“ He lifted a finger. „Now tell me what‘s her name?“ Papa leaned in his mouth close to your ear now, whispering „what is her name bella?“, nibbling on your earlobe. He was messing with you and you knew it but it actually felt so good you had to pinch yourself to shake him off of you.

„If I am going to give you her name you promise me to be honest with her and make your intentions clear? She will not get hurt by you?“

„Of course bella. I am not that cruel. “ Terzo grinned wickedly. „I promise you this yes? No tricks and no deception on my part.“

You contemplated for a moment and ultimately decided it was not your responsibility and both were adults who clearly would enjoy each others company so you gave him the name.

„Sister Emma. It‘s sister Emma. She has the biggest crush on you.“ you sighed

Instead of backing away from you as you expected him to, he kept you between his arms.

„Hm Sister Emma you say?“ Terzo smirked. „What has she been saying about me?“ His Hand slowly, carefully moved towards your face, his gaze wandering to your lips. He couldn‘t hold back his now mischievous smile.

„Satan please Papa, you should ask her yourself don‘t you think? And stop touching me! While you ask her you can touch her all you want or all she wants yeah? So you can keep your hands to yourself right now.“ you tell him, lightly struggling against him. You were not really trying to get out of his grasp. You didn‘t feel threatened by him but you were adamant of telling him off and you wanted him to be the one realizing his defeat, which he apparently couldn't or wouldn‘t anytime soon.

„Hm but what if I don‘t want to stop touching you? You are attractive, after all.“ Terzo smirked, pressing his body further into yours. His gaze shifted to your lips and he reached his hand behind your head to move it closer to his own. You realized what he was about to do and your eyes widened. This time he was about to lock his lips on to yours and you quickly pulled your hand up and put it in front of your face so his mouth connected with your hand.

„I am not your little plaything Papa!“

„Hmm you‘re so close.. yet so far“ he mumbled against your skin. “You want me but you‘re denying it. Why Sorella? Why do you not let me pleasure you?“ his hand wraps around your hand now holding it in place as he starts softly kissing your wrist now.

„Tell me Sorella, does this hurt or does it…“ he paused nibbling on your sensitive skin. „Or does it feel good?“ You could not deny that man knew what he was doing. His mouth felt amazing against your skin but you would not let him toy with you. No, in fact you had an idea.

You were shocked he was being so gentle. „Lord please, you are insane really. How do you even come up with this on the spot? You wiggled around, purposely rubbing against him, pretending to try to get out of his grasp. „Papa, if anyone sees us like that they will get the wrong impression.“ you tried, sounding disgustingly cute, even to your own ears.

"Hmm? What's the problem with that?" Terzo smirked, moving closer to your neck. His voice was gentle yet still full of his playful charm.

He moved his face slightly so he was close to kissing the crook of your neck, "Does this... Make you uncomfortable?" He whispered, slowly moving his lips up on your skin.

You wiggled around more, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck, making goosebumps run up your spine. „Papa please..“ you pleaded, sounding desperate and lost.

He groaned „Mhm, that only makes me want you more.“ he chuckled and started nibbling on your skin.

You gasped, it wasn‘t like you were not expecting this. You knew he was going to do it but the prickling feeling on your skin, everytime his lips connected to your skin was not something you got used to easily. Terzo moved down to your collarbone, leaving soft kisses and nibbles there.

„You‘re enjoying this Sorella..“ he mumbled against your skin, with a playful yet dangerous tone in his voice. „Say you like it..“ he whispered.

At this point you were sure he was doing this mostly to prove a point, not to you no but to himself. He was obsessed with you agreeing. He needed you to say it, to give in and you knew he would not stop if you didn‘t. But you were not finished with your plan yet. You needed him to get frustrated before you could get to step number two.

„No.. no I don‘t.“ you whispered back.

"Yes you do, bella... I can tell.." Terzo replied, nibbling at your collarbone again.

He moved his lips to your neck and kissed it. "Tell me you enjoy this..." He kissed your neck again. "Tell me you enjoy the way I touch you..."

Terzo smiled down at you, his gaze still fixated on your neck. Lord he was obsessed with your neck. He looked like a predator, like he was getting closer to his prize.

Your eyes fell shut and your arms came to rest on Terzos shoulders. Just a little more. You thought. „No please just let me go. I promise I will send Sister Emma to you right away.“ you fake whined, your breath hitching towards the end of the sentence. You were nailing this.

Terzo chuckled quietly, his lips still attached to your skin. He was moving to the other side now, repeating the same actions. „Do you really want me to stop?“ His face lingered against your skin, caressing it with his lips and tongue. „Say you want me to continue.“

„N.. no please stop.“ you stammered. Now was the time. You started to move against him, rolling your hips forward directly into his, the movement painfully slow.

Terzo groaned and his body froze for a split second. You had him where you wanted him.

Terzo ran up his hands over your hips, his voice becoming more and more seductive as he whispered to you, "Do you feel that?" He started nibbling your neck again, "Do you feel... how you want more? How you crave my lips against your neck?"

Terzo breathed softly against your ear, "You want me..." He moved his lips to your face, his words full of confidence and lust.

You pulled him closer to you, so his body was now pressed flush against yours. He took that as a sign and hummed, pushing your legs open with his knee, moving impossibly closer.

You waited patiently for the right moment to strike, craning your neck for him to get better access. He welcomed your action by attacking your skin, trailing hot kissed up and down until he reached the spot right under your earlobe. For a moment you relished in the feeling, but eventually you had to make your move. You suddenly grabbed his shoulders and spun him around, switching your positions, his back colliding with the wall. You pinned him down, grabbing his wrists so he wouldn‘t get out of your grasp too easily. „Okay Papa, enough of your teasing.“ You stared at him, face just a few centimeters away, waiting for his reaction.

Terzo gasped. „Oho Sorella..“ his deep voice echoed in the room as he grinned up at you, his pupils dilating, full of desire and lust. You had just triggered something in him. His eyes dipped down to your lips and he couldn‘t stop thinking how beautiful and lush they looked from up close.

„Well I‘m impressed.. I didn‘t think you would do such a bold move on me.“ He looked to your arms, pinning his wrists to the wall.

You mustered up your most seductive gaze and looked him straight in the eyes, mumbling to yourself. „Now where were we..“ your eyes wandered down on his body, pressing yours further into his as your face came closer to his neck this time. You started breathing heavily into his ear and your started grazing his skin with your lips and teeth softly, moaning quietly as you pressed soft, lingering kisses onto his flesh.

The man in front of you shivered, a mix of pleasure and anticipation building up in him. His eyes fluttered closed as he took a deep breath. „Ohh.. my.. Sorella..“ Terzo stammered out as your lips connected to his neck.

You worked your way down his neck until he bucked his hips forward. You smirked against his skin and started to lick that spot, softly nibbling and sucking on it.

He hissed „Uh yess..“ You looked up at him with your mouth still attached to his neck and he looked slightly vulnerable. It surprised you and deep inside of you something was coming undone. You sucked on the spot even harder making him slouch back into the wall. His breathing became labored and you knew you had to keep going.

„My neck.. is so sensitive..“ he muttered. „And you‘re so gentle sorella…“

Your hands started to roam over his slender body, while your mouth moved up to his jawline, kissing him gently. You made your way to his ear and whispered „Papa you‘re so kissable.. and so tasty.. I wonder how you really taste.“ you continued to nibble on his earlobe which earned you a throaty moan and a whispered „Cazzo“. You chuckled „Are you enjoying this Papa?“ you asked seductively, lifting his shirt up to feel the bare skin of his stomach. Your fingertips softly, ghosting over his soft flesh.

The man under your fingertips shivered as he answered you. „Oh yesss sorella..“ his voice trembled and his eyes were still closed. His breathing became more ragged and rapid with each passing second that you worked on him. „This is..“ he sounded completely lost in the moment right now. „..incredible Sorella… I want you. You‘re so good with your mouth.“ he moaned.

You nibbed on his skin more. „I am just returning the favor, Papa.“ you stated with a sultry voice.

Terzo bit his lip, stifling a moan as his breathing became more shallow. „You are going to be the death of me..“ he said, finally looking back at you and capturing your chin with his hand and pulling you closer to his face. In his eyes were blazing flames now you could see them burning hot for you. „Let me taste you Sorella..“ he nearly begged?? You were not sure if you heard correctly but he sounded quite desperate. Your plan was working out better than you expected.

You raised one eyebrow at him. „Papa I haven’t even started yet. You replied cockily. „Let me take care of you, yes? You deserve this. You deserve to feel good, ok Papa?“

To accentuate the point of your words you rolled your hips into his, you continued to rub up and against him with sensual moves as your lips latched back onto his neck. Terzo couldn‘t even answer he threw his head back against the wall with a thump and moaned out loud this time. You began to move faster against him and you could clearly feel his hard erection against your thigh now. You angled your body differently and rubbed the head of his cock against your throbbing core, a jolt of pleasure running through you and you couldn‘t hold back your own needy moan that escaped your own lips.

Your underwear was now drenched, you were certain and you yearned for more friction. Thank Satan that beside being worked up yourself you could still control yourself. It was all going to be worth it just to see his face after this.

Terzo apparently was doing much worse than you. He was completely lost in the feeling, his hands started to run down your body, every curve and bump he was grazing, until they found their way to your ass. He grabbed it and pressed you harder into his own hard cock, guiding your movements against him.

„Ahh Sorella.. what are you doing to me.. please don‘t stop.“ he moaned. You kept rubbing into him, feeling your own arousal leaking down your legs.

„Keep going…“ Terzo groaned, eyes never leaving yours. He couldn‘t believe how much pleasure he was experiencing with that many clothes still attached to your bodies. In fact he never experienced anything like this. It turned him on. A lot. For the first time ever he began to get worried he might come in his pants if you kept going like that.

„Tell me Sorella..“ he was breathing hard. „Do you want me?“, as the words left his lips, a small moan escaped him again.

You didn‘t answer him, just hummed against the crook of his neck. „I want many things Papa.“ you successfully evaded his question. „And I do need to get laid some time soon.“ you told him honestly. „But I don‘t know if you‘ll be the one for me.“ you still teased him.

„Tch..“ he sighed and ran his fingers through your hair. „Why do you have to be so cruel to me amore?“ „Sweet Satanas you're turning me on so much..“ his voice became more desperate. „Why won‘t you let me take care of you, mh? You can take care of your Papa after that?“ he suggested.

Your eyes found his mismatched ones. „Do you…“ you looked away shyly.. „Do you want to make me moan Papa?“ Your gaze coming back to his own. „Do you want me to moan for you? Do you want me to scream out your name?“ You rubbed your leg against the bulge between his legs, acting all innocent and cute for him.

He quivered under your touch, breathing in again. „Yess.. I.. I want to make you moan and scream. I want you to call for me as you come undone for me.“ he wrapped his loose arm around, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back, while the other continued kneading your ass. „I.. I want this, I want us.. I want you…Please…“ he pleaded breathlessly, in his eyes now a mixture between vulnerability and desire. An odd combination for someone as cocky and overconfident as he was.

You distanced yourself from him, laughing out loud, head rolling back. „Now look who is at my mercy now.“ Terzo whimpered at the loss and stared at you with big puppy dog eyes.

„Now you got a taste of your own medicine Papa. I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted. It will never happen again.“ you exclaimed proudly, smiling down at him. Terzo stood there dumbfounded, back still leaning against the wall, slightly slouched down. It was a sight to behold. You could tell he was lost. Lost for words and certainly lost for what to do now. Not even a frown was forming on his features.

„Now if you‘ll excuse me. I have work to finish. Have a good day Papa.“ as you started to walk away you suddenly remembered something and turned around. „Oh and uh should I send Sister Emma over? You know she might help you with your uh.. condition.“ you gestured to the very visible tent in his pants, winking.

#ghost band #ghost #papa emeritus #tobias forge #ghesties #ghost sweden #myedit #the band ghost #terzo #papa emeritus iii #terzo x reader #terzo x you #terzo fic #my fic #papa emeritus iii x reader

[laura1633]

Probably Max believes that Charles would be happy about him making sure Arthur is okay and protecting him so he is really shocked at Charles' reaction. >> lmao love this!! now i can‘t stop thinking about … max, also having a crush on charles, and he‘s trying to impress him somehow in some way by taking care of his little baby alpha brother! that baby brother is not so much a baby anymore but a grown man but max really sees arthur just as a pup still lol, and ofc he has set his eyes entirely on charles! and maybe it‘s also kind of a bit of an instinct thing? like his inner omega wanting to show charles that he can take care of pups perfectly fine!! he‘d be a good momma!! (wanna breed him about i—gunshots) and again, pup is a 23 y/o alpha, but..🤫 so he always takes care of arthur the most and fusses over him more than the others and arthur, well, plays along because who wouldn‘t want to be cuddled into max verstappens chest??? be in his nest, get forehead kisses and snuggles? and he gets to annoy the fuck out of charles, hell yes he‘s enjoying it!

only that max doesn‘t realize that charles hates it each time when he sees arthur being the one cuddled in max‘s nests and yet somehow never charles and then he sees them laughing like idiots in max’s nest one day and then max is caressing arthur’s cheek and charles thinks that maybe, max likes arthur…💥chaos💥

in the end it‘s like… „you were trying to impress me…by..coddling…my little brother..?“ „well mhm erm yeees?“

Haha yes! Max really does think he is showing what a great momma he could be because he's desperate to have pups one day when he retires and he wants to show off how well he can do to Charles.

Once Charles finds out what has been happening (after a lot of mix ups ) he is actually quite touched by what Max has been trying to do. Charles curls up in the nest and tells Max he's going to make the most wonderful pack mom and momma to their own little pups. Max starts purring happily.

#Laura1633 asks #Omega Max

[beep-beep-robin]

steddie as contestants on a survival show. they both originally have different partners that they didn‘t get along with well, but those left early. so steve and eddie both spend a lot of time alone in the wilderness, hungry, deprived of human interaction.

and then they run into each other, and the viewers immediately clock that there‘s something between them. there‘s lots of discourse online about it, people speculating that they definitely are attracted to each other, others completely disagreeing and thinking steve‘s 100% straight. of course there‘s also people telling the others to stop speculating, that it‘s their business and no one elses.

in the show, steve and eddie work well together as a team. they take turns hunting, though steve prefers to fish. they both seem grateful to have another human with them again, huddling close together at night when it gets cold.

there‘s this one time that eddie gets hurt, not too badly, but they have to call in a doctor. and steve is so worried. he takes care of eddie until his injury is fully healed, taking over all of the more heavy-duty work.

in the one-on-one interviews they are asked about each other, and sometimes one of them jokes about something and you can hear the other one off-camera, telling them to stop talking shit or simply laughing. it seems like they‘ve been friends for years.

after the show ends (they both made it), their following on social media‘s grown tremendously. it‘s mainly made up by people that are interested in what they‘ll do with their future, if they‘ll ever come back to the show, but there‘s also people who want to know if the two of them still see each other and if there WAS more going on.

they never confirm or deny anything, that‘s not something they want to deal with after just getting out of the wilderness. for now, they‘re content with seeing the moments it all started on tv and reading posts by people that saw things they hadn‘t even noticed when they were in the situation.

like when they first met and eddie clearly checked steve out. or that one time they were having a deep talk over the bonfire and steve talked about his home life, how his parents treated him and that it inspired him to stick it to them with the show.

and how eddie‘s eyes were not only filled with tears while he was listening, but also awe at the man in front of him. or how, when steve called eddie „eds“ for the first time, there was a very clear blush spread across the cheeks of the latter.

they enjoy sending those posts to each other, laughing at people „reading too much into things“. but then one time, when they‘re watching an episode together, and steve sees the way eddie looks at him on tv - only to look over at eddie next to him and see him looking back at steve with the same look on his face - he‘s had enough.

tells him right then and there that all of those people are right, that he does have feelings for eddie. he thought, back then, that it was just the survival situation making him feel these emotions, but now he‘s sure of his feelings. and eddie just cups his face in his hands, looks deep into his eyes, and just laughs.

steve thinks he‘s laughing at him, but then eddie chokes out a „me too, stevie“ and steve can‘t hold himself back any longer. he pulls eddie into a kiss.

they keep their fans guessing for a while. that is, until eddie casually posts an instagram story of steve in their now shared bed, glasses on, reading a book. the text on it says „sos. my boyfriend is taking my place as the nerd in this relationship“

#idk?? what is this #steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #original post #vanessas writing #vanessas headcanons

[sutekinaoneesan]

Just something that recently crossed my mind when thinking about Julian and his relationship with his parents.

Do you remember season 1 all-eager-to-please-puppy-Julian? Just imagine what an argument between Richard and season 1 Julian would have looked like. They did have a lot of differences in the past ever since Julian found out about his enhancements at the age of 15. But somehow I cant‘t really picture season 1 Julian opposing his father in more than a teenager kind of way. He might argue with his father over something but in the end he complies with whatever his parents tell him because he‘s so desperate to measure up to everyone’s expectations because he thinks that it’s the only way to earn their love.

Then take season 5 all-mature-and-grown-up Julian who knows exactly how to step up for himself and defend himself. He’s no longer willing to do as his father tells him. You can see in Sisko‘s office how much he‘s uncomfortable with his parents showing their affection for him. While season 1 Julian would have quietly endured the whole thing, probably feeling even guilty for not being the perfect son, season 5 Julian is ready to defend his newly made home against his parent’s intrusion.

And I just wonder when exactly that change in Julian’s attitude toward his parents might have happened. I mean, of course he grows up a lot during his time on DS9 but I can‘t help but wonder if there was something, a particular event that caused it.

If we take Julian’s statement in Dr. Bashir, I presume? where he says that he hasn‘t been home for three years that would mean that the last time he visited home must have been somewhere around season 2. It’s only my guess but Armageddon Game is set in season 2 where Julian is believed dead and Sisko passes on the news of Julian’s death to his parents. Most likely Julian visited his parents after the events. My guess is that that was the turning point in their relationship.

Like

Richard: We thought you were dead. I’m so glad you’re here. Just imagine, all that talent gone for good. All that knowledge and all those skills.

Julian: We’re talking about my life! I nearly DIED. And all you’re concerned about is that my talent could have been wasted?

Again, it’s only my guess but it would make sense…

#Julian Bashir #Armageddon Game #DS9 #father son relationship #Richard Bashir #Amsha Bashir #Dr. Bashir #Dr. Bashir I presume #poor Julian

[maxverstepponme]

maybe it‘s just me and i‘m well aware that some fans have always been doing too much and all that also in the past….but i feel like every video i see of fans meeting drivers gets worse and worse especially since these past two years? like what the fuck. i can‘t even stand to watch those videos anymore because i get so overwhelmed for the drivers even through the screen, especially the ferrari boys are the worst. like masses of people sprinting and yelling and squealing, jumping over fences and storming their hotels and grabbing them, hugging them, even trying to kiss them? stop that shit this is literally like the days of one direction where even grown women acted like 12 year old obsessed fangirls and would get a mass hysteria. it‘s so bad. just waiting for the day where they stop going to sign shit for people because it‘s too much and then everyone‘s shocked

like i get being excited i absolutely do, but grabbing and touching and damn near harassing a literal stranger to have a fraction of his attention…where‘s your self respect babe😭 where‘s your human decency and respect for others😭

THIS!

#f1 #formula 1

[officersnickers]

Have you some headcanons of Isabella and Ray relationship post anime (since she survives) or in a manga au where she is just wounded and not killed and so survive too? (maybe also her relation with the youngest children too, like Ohil, Jemina, ect..)

I‘ve got a few *rubs hands* Let‘s do it!

I like to think Isabella tries to reconcile with Ray over time, just like she does with her other children. But in comparison to the younger ones, it‘s much more harder and it takes months, if not years for them to find a way to act fairly normal around each other. Ray can‘t stand the sight of his mother at first, but they gradually become better. Still, some scars will never heal, but both of them acknowledge this and are okay with it.

Ray‘s constantly confused when seeing Isabella wearing comfortable, slightly colourful clothes and different hairstyles. It doesn‘t look bad, mind you, but it‘s such a contrast to the way she dressed before (he would never admit it, but he doesn‘t like it when she wears her hair in a thight ponytail or even a bun, since it brings back haunting memories, and no one got time for this).

Seeing his mother being more carefree and actually gentle around him hurts Ray a lot, because a) she could have been like this before if she wanted to and b) sees himself as the reason for Isabella not being able to live a joyous life prior, since she was caught in the system of the farms, and his birth granting her the position that would rob her humanity even more and so and so on. It‘s not easy with depression, you see :/

Ray was also surprised when hearing the first time Isabella was regulary visiting a psychotherapist, which led to her smiling and asking if he really thought that after everything that happened, she wouldn‘t be affected by it and wouldn‘t need help? He turned very silent about this after her words.

About the younger children: Since they have no parents, Isabella acts as their legal guardian, managing everything you can imagine from school to doctors appointments and and and. She basically acts as a „they did ask for no pickles“-mom >:).

Norman „only“ calls her by her first name. He still views her as his mother, but damn, he went through too much to go back to the good old times. He‘s not innocent either, and even if he tried, he could never forgive her fully.

Some more ideas from my AU in which Leslie also survived: Ray couldn‘t belive his eyes (and ears lol) when witnessing Isabella trying to cook or bake, lol. Once she tried to bake a birthday cake for Leslie and she didn‘t even took the butter out of the fridge beforehand! Or did seperate egg yolk and protein! In the end, he did bake the cake, since apparently she can do anything but cook, and it eases his mind she‘s just a human after all, with faults and weaknesses, just like him.

Leslie and Ray once had some way too early heart to heart talk, with Leslie offering him a cigarette (stress relief, you know) and Isabella did caught them. Alhtough the men were fully grown at this time, she still held them a lecture about the dangers of smoking (they so made sure she never got wind of it again).

That's it for now I guess.

#Snickers babbles #the promised neverland #tpn #ynn #yakusoku no neverland #XVI

[charlie-rulerofhell]

Viserys‘s letter

"Though time and circumstance have seen us estranged, know that it is not my desire to see you fail in your cause. It is instead my hope that this aid will deliver the victory that has thus far evaded us."

So I have talked about this in tags before, but I wanted to put it here as an individual post, too, because I didn‘t see many people talk about this, some even being confused by Daemon‘s harsh reaction to receiving the letter. And I know we all love to joke about Daemon‘s primary motivation being spite (and it is definitely true to some extent) — but with Viserys‘s letter the situation is a little different.

Because this letter really was a solid slap in the face.

(book-spoiler free, haven‘t read the book myself yet)

I‘m sure Viserys only has good intentions (he says so himself and we got to believe him there, that he just wants the best for Daemon and prays for him to return safely). But for Daemon this letter must feel like the biggest provocation imaginable. For three whole years, Daemon has fought in the Stepstones, risking his life every single day just to prove himself to the world and to his brother. For three whole years, Viserys didn‘t care to write (that we know of), didn‘t send any help prior to this, probably didn‘t invite Daemon for his wedding or his son‘s birthday, first and second nameday, didn‘t send a fucking christmas present. Daemon‘s major drive to fight in the first place was that he felt neglected and forgotten, especially by his brother, and despite all his efforts, Viserys just ignores him further. (Yes, Viserys had his own battles to fight at court, facing manipulation from all sides there, but that is none of Daemon‘s business, so quite frankly: why should he care?). And then when Viserys finally writes, it‘s a declaration of aid. Not even an offering — he doesn‘t ask Daemon (or Corlys) if they NEED help, no, he has decided to provide it himself, because he sees all of Daemon‘s efforts of three years as a 'fail in his cause', and that helping him would be the only way for them to achieve victory. It‘s hard to imagine how devastating that must feel for Daemon, after having spent so much time, being exhausted and wounded and fucking terrified, all to get just the tiniest bit of appreciation from his brother. And then he gets this. The first notice after three years. A reminder of his failure.

And then there is Daemon‘s reputation on the line. Yes, we know Daemon doesn‘t mind his reputation involving one or two scanals, but Viserys‘s offer would make him lose way more than just his good name. As impressive as it is that Daemon (and Corlys) could motivate their men for so long in the first place (they too risked a lot following two people without the king‘s leave into battle, knowing that they probably can‘t expect any form of support from the crown, and yet they stayed and fought, seeing so many or their people die in a seemingly hopeless war), but now they have grown weary. So by the start of the episode we see their resentmemt, as they challenge Daemon‘s qualities as a leader. After these years of having no end in sight, word spreads more and more that to follow Daemon might not be the best choice. Accepting Viserys‘s offer to help him, would only prove that he is just what his men accuse him to be. An incompetent leader that can only win with the help of his brother, the king. A weak warrior that overestimates his own strength and wit, and thus failed tremendously. And above that, what would the people in the kingdom say? How would they perceive him afterwards? The king‘s disappointment of a brother. His claim as heir of anything shredded forever. The embarrassment of the family.

Viserys wanted Daemon to not risk his life any further, but by sending this letter he actually forced him to do just the opposite. Because the consequences for giving in to his brother would be a way bigger loss for Daemon than dying honourably in a one-man suicide mission on the battlefield.

#daemon targaryen #viserys targaryen #house of the dragon #spoilers for ep 3 but no spoilers for the book #charlie rambles #should i turn this into an own category? because i have a lot of thoughts…. #why is the formatting so weird though? will it look better in the actual post? #(update: it does! woo!)

[avirael]

FFxivWrite 2023

Day 04 - Off the Hook

"Seven Hells, this can‘t be true!!"

Rael‘s angry voice could be heard all the way from the garden, through the living room and into the kitchen where A'viloh sat enjoying his breakfast.

The last few weeks had been very quiet and so they had decided to spent some time at their freshly acquired and furnished house in the Mist. While A'viloh had been reading on the couch or lazing in the sun on one of his favourite spots in town, Rael had made it their passion to grow a little vegetable garden.

It all had really been very peaceful until this morning, when the Viera‘s curses almost made A'vi drop his favourite coffee mug in shock. Carefully he put it down on the table and went outside to see what the matter was. He was greeted with another string of profanities and wondered if it was safe to address Rael at all.

"Is anything wrong?", he cautiously asked the viera kneeling in front of their vegetable patches.

"IS ANYTHING WRONG?!", they echoed like a very furious parrot. "Look at this!!"

A'viloh stepped beside them to see what they were gesturing at and at first he didn’t really see a problem but then he realised that something was indeed missing. About half of the plants, that had grown very nicely thanks to Rael’s care, had been plundered. The vegetables that would have been ready for harvest any day now had been stolen without a trace.

"Oh!", A'viloh said. "They’re gone?"

"Really? I didn’t even notice!", Rael sarcastically snapped at him. "Very helpful, A'vi!"

The Miqo'te raised his hands defensively.

"Hey! This isn’t fair! It’s not like I took them!"

"But who did??", Rael growled and skeptically eyed one of their neighbours houses.

A'viloh doubted that they were to blame though. Admittedly sometimes weird things seemed to happen at their neighbours place but A'vi didn’t think that it involved vegetables. Or at least he hoped it didn’t…

"If I find out who this was, they will gravely regret this.", the Viera announced.

"But how do you want to find out?"

Rael put their hands on their hips and looked around their garden.

"I will build a trap and once these thieves take the bait I‘ll throw a fireball at their asses to teach them a lesson!"

A'viloh raised an eyebrow but decided not to protest. "Okay…"

And indeed Rael immediately started to rummage around in their garden and got some of their crafting tools too. A'viloh decided that it was best to stay out of this, finished his breakfast and then went for a walk.

When he returned a few hours later, Rael had been quite busy in the meantime. They had strung up a cage-like construction by one of the branches of the cherry tree. The wooden cage now hung right above one of the vegetable patches that still looked more or less okay. Proudly the Viera explained the mechanism to A'viloh, from the tripwire to the cage falling down and finally the alarm signal. It honestly sounded more plausible than it looked. But of course he didn’t dare to mention that.

And how wrong he would have been to doubt Rael‘s invention!

In the middle of that night A'viloh was rudely awakened by a sound so loud it probably woke up half of the residential block. For a second he considered turning around and going back to sleep but then curiosity got the better of him. So he slipped out of bed and went downstairs just in time to see his housemate rush out of the front door.

Outside the two of them found a peculiar view: The cage had indeed fallen down and trapped the vegetable thieves under it, just that said thieves were not his neighbours or anything they had expected at all. Instead they looked weirdly much like vegetables themselves!

A'viloh, who could usually see perfectly fine in the dark, felt a little blinded by the lamp Rael had lit. He squinted to make sure but he was pretty certain that the creatures caught in the trap were a small group of Mandragora! One looked like a tomato, one like an eggplant, another like an onion…

"You little monsters!", Rael growled at the terrified little things, or at least A'vi thought they looked terrified. He himself certainly would have been terrified if he was caught like that and yelled at by Rael.

"Oh no, Rael! Look at them, you’re scaring them!", he said but the Viera stayed adamant.

"Oh, they better be scared!"

The Miqo'te kneeled down by the cage and eyed the funny little creatures.

"Please, Rael, let them go. I‘m sure they didn’t mean to steal from you!"

"You think I will just let them off the hook like that? Oh no!"

Rael crossed their arms in front of their chest and shook their head but A'vi looked at them with such a pleading look on his face that it was nearly impossible to resist him.

"But they are soooo adorable! Just look at them!"

Incredulously Rael stared at the little rascals and raised their eyebrows.

"Do you see that little red one with the angry look on it’s face?"

A'viloh nodded and smiled at it.

"Isn’t it cute?"

"It looks like it would murder us in our sleep given the chance.", Rael suggested and kneeled down beside the Miqo'te.

"Nonsense! And look, there‘s one with a little flower on it’s head!"

Rael sighed deeply. With A'viloh so in love with the little monsters, how could they possibly harm them?

"But just for the record, I think letting them go is a really horrible idea!"

A'vi beamed. "You mean we should keep them?"

"Absolutely not!"

#FFxivWrite #FFxivWrite2023 #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv writing #post-ARR #A'viloh Tia #Rael Hyskaris #of course they don’t have a house in the mist for real but I can dream right? #this prompt was sooo difficult #then this morning an idea struck me in the face #some stupid slugs ate my strawberries before I could harvest them!!! #at first I was like: This means war! #but then again I don’t want to kill them… #are there any animal friendly slug repellents?

[aengell]

Bartholomew

Some say that there is no such thing as love at first sight, but I have to disagree.

I had been searching for him for months, and let me tell you, it was 100% worth it.

I saw him on Tumblr and knew I needed him.

To be honest, this little gentleman stole my heart the moment I set eyes on him.

He was the last one left on the shelf and even the cashier fell in love with him while I was checking out.

I cried when I opened the bag and have immediately grown a maternal attachment to him.

Ever since this little guy came into my life i have experienced joy in never before felt proportions.

I named him sir scrimble tagliatelle.

his eyes are a little crooked but I think it makes him even more goofy. 

His name is Black Sesame Ice Cream.

I love this little guy

Adorable on every level. 

Perfect in every way possible

I never knew love until this chonk entered my life and his rotundness truly never ceases to amaze me. 

I would give the world for him and want to take him on all of my adventures.

He fits right in the palm of my hand and I called him mushroom soup.

He is literally the most angelic little friend I have ever encountered. 

I named him Francois Laundromat with the nickname 'Tubby' - he really is the perfect specimen.

I think he is the most polite dollop of pudding in the whole universe.

His name is Recycling Ben and he is a pleasant man.

He is very popular with my friends as well.

He is talented, intelligent, beautiful, show-stopping, compassionate, and breathtaking - a true work of art.

No wonder he's so popular

He lights up my world so much that I want to hug him all day and every day.

He knows exactly what to say when im feeling down, he is soft and gives good hugs. 

He sits and listens and is patient. I like to come home to him.

He’s changed my life for the better. 

He brings me so much peace and he’s healed all of my ailments.

Simon is a sleepy soul with an adventurous nature, and his potato shaped body is perfect for me to hold.

Little stars set him apart from the rest.

his name is bean and he is a really good dancer. an amazing snuggler and great at sharing snacks.

I have had him for a few years now and none of the stars have come off yet. 

He’s loved a lot, because he’s incredibly soft, gentle and smiles so sweet.

Tiny arms and legs big round tummy - oh my god.

He is so misshapen it is OUTSTANDING.

He has got a big nose and his left leg is a little crooked so he can‘t sit properly, but he‘s still very cute

He holds himself with the demeanor of someone who's worked retail for the past 15 years, he’s got stance, he’s got class, he’s got my entire heart.

Beware though, he might eat all your pasta!

He also makes a great makeshift pillow.

My only complaint is that he’s a little too talkative at night, but gosh he’s so funny, it’s worth the lost sleep.

The round tummy, stubby legs, and droopy eyes all spoke to me on a deep personal level and i am going to sacrifice my life for Bomba the moment the opportunity arises.

Bartholomew will not be passed onto my kids,

he will die with me.

AN: Okey...listen before you say anything...I had this idea today in class as I was browsing the @jellycatstuffies website (they sell ADORABLE stuffed animals) for christmas presents. I read some of the reviews and I found myself not paying any attention in class, because the comments literally made my heart MELT. they were so sweet, genuine and funny that I started writing some of them down. I noticed that it kinda started to read like some kind of love confession, and that's when I decided: I am gonna make a poem out of this. And Voila! All these phrases are 100% taken from jellycat reviews (except some pronoun changes and filler words). Reading it makes me super happy and I hope it's making you feel loved as well <3 I know christmas time isn't easy for everyone! Just take this sweet like experimental poem as my present to you, I love you guys!

Another AN: I know this is by far not perfect and I feel like there is soo much more potential in this idea, but I was super impatient about posting this. I might post a reworked version soon though :) also a disclaimer: I am aware that I am probably not the first person to have this idea!

#poetry #poetsandwriters #original poem #poetic stories #jellycat #stuffed animal #love poem #love story #dark acamedia #jellycat please restock the amore cat!!! #poets on tumblr #love letters

[chucklepea-hotpot]

Okay hear me out. If Jonathan Trotz were to have children, maybe 3 or 4, what do you think he would name them? Do you think he would choose Johann and Robert as middle names out of respect for his two almost-dads? I'm not saying this is for fanfiction purposes but it may very well be...

I love this ask so unbelievably much, you can‘t. even fathom. Johnny fantasizing about his life as a grown-up, husband and father is such a cute scene in the book.

So, I honestly believe, if we are speaking about 10 to 12 year old Jonathan thinking of names for his children, I‘m sure he‘d 500% sure would name one of them Martin and have Martin be the child‘s godfather. He‘s just like that, it would probably align perfectly to his picture of the future, where Martin lives right next to him.

Concerning Johann and Robert as names, that is really a cute idea, also it gets even more wholesome considering whether or not he is still in contact with them… Because „I named you after uncle Johann“ and „I named you after my favourite teacher back as a kid who I would have trusted my life upon“ do kinda have a different vibe. Still adorable concept.

What came to my mind as well is that Johnny would probably name at least one kid after his favourite author/poet. Book Johnny gives me that kind of vibe at least. Just imagine little Heinrich or Leo Trotz <3 (this one is highly based on headcanons!!!)

#das fliegende klassenzimmer #the flying classroom #thanks for the ask anon #was very fun to think about this

[ghostheadlock]

Thanks for the heart attack?? I stalked your tumble like every night <3 when all out of sudden!!! You posted?? The way I gasped

I love that your chapters are so long. Really appreciate you putting out so much for us (and hopefully yourself. Idk if writers love writing it as much as we love reading it)

You shocked me with Hwasa tbh! I wouldn’t have guessed Nayeon would see her again, let alone bring her to meet the friends? Homegirl is desperate. The whole pissing contest was my favorite bit. Possessive and aggressive Mina is SO HOT. And we rarely see her like that. But it fits her so well. The way she‘s always composed and this gentle alpha but Nayeon triggers all her instincts has me weak.

Lisa deserves the world and I am now mad at you for hurting her like that. And she said I love you!!! CRUEL

The chapter was so good. Being honest, I don’t really click with children and don‘t root for them in fic‘s. It‘s nice that they are there and I love the family dynamics, but I don‘t really care for their personalities and stuff. But your kids really changed that. I love the details about them and since you mentioned you‘d want to write about their teenage years, I’ve really grown fond of them and am excited about their growth. Mina and Nayeon spending time with Haewon made me long for them adopting someday. They are going to be the greatest mothers.

Also laughed out loud when Mina lost herself in the kitchen table memory. She is down so bad… I too would zone out at that memory tho

Rating is 10/10! Please continue taking me seriously. I wish there was SOMETHING to criticize but there really isn‘t. You always deliver and make me feel so many emotions. Nothing is ever predictable. I always start reading and am like „Ah, so this is where it‘s going“ yet you surprise me.

Thank you for writing and brightening my day. Hope you enjoy your time off and celebrate your birthday with your loved ones. Wishing you health and happiness for your new year 💕

(Give Momo a kiss from her biggest fan please and tell her I can‘t wait to see her again)

had to drop a little surprise chapter to keep everyone on their toes! thank you for reading and brightening my day! and i will deff pass along the note to momo for you ;)

it's a huge compliment that you enjoy the way the kids are written, that means a lot! i've been really enjoying writing them and their dynamics with their parents and each other

thank you thank you, i hope you have a great rest of your week! 💗

#asks #yoonhyunotp

[epsilontauri]

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#don’t reblog #i will block #dysphoria #dysphoric #chest dysphoria #chest dysphoria vent #i think i‘m going insane bc this can’t be #that my chest has gotten bigger? this can’t be right??? #i‘m 24 i can’t have another growth spurt or whatever shit that is #and i‘m sure i didn’t gain weight or something or even if it’s a bit of weight gain bc i stopped meds and eating properly?????? #they can‘t have grown that much #i hate it i hate it i hate it #i need them gone NOW #AND THIS STUPID THERAPIST KEEPS FUCKING GHOSTING ME AND EVERY NOW AND THEN SHE COMES WITH ‚just one or two more week‘ #FUCK YOU EVA!!!!! ITS BEEN ‚a week‘ SINCE FUCKING MAY #like ffs my binders hurt again and i don’t really want to buy more bc she keeps promising me that i will get my indication soon #i don’t want that #i don‘t want to wait #i don’t want my chest to grow #i just want to transition and just finally feel more comfortable in my fucking skin #i just can’t stand that paralysing feeling that creeps within my chest and spreads through me #and i can’t keep wearing my binder bc my back is fucked