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mercurygguk · 7 months

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head over skates · jjk ; part iv.

··· SUMMARY; jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you happen to have known him for as long as you can remember but he is not who he used to be and you simply can’t stand it.

so what happens when you’re suddenly stuck doing a project with him for three weeks?

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PAIRING; hockey player!jungkook x f. reader

GENRE; fwb au, childhood friends to enemies to lovers au, college au

WORDCOUNT; 1,098

RATING; 18+

WARNINGS; swearing, mentions of sex, jk being nice and getting shit for it lol

a/n; part 4 and ohmygodddd the angst is coming y'all !! i hope you enjoy reading this one – lmk what you think and tysm for reading <3

It’s a nice day today.

The sun is shining, it’s getting warmer due to spring, there’s not a single hint of a breeze in the air, and everyone seems to be in a great mood. It’s amazing what the changing seasons do to people and their mood – yourself included.

You’re working on the project for your photography class while sitting on your jacket on the grass quad on campus. You’ve almost finished the introduction and made sure to note down the plans for the project as well as set up the whole layout. The need to be organized has taken over but you always see it as a good thing; it keeps you focused and it makes school work seem less overwhelming.

It’s peaceful here on the quad, the faint sound of other students talking and laughing fills the atmosphere around you. There’s even a guy playing the guitar not too far away from you.

It’s nice, you think to yourself as a small smile spreads across your lips.

Until it isn’t anymore.

The evil spawn, also known as Jeon Jungkook, suddenly appears in front of you and blocks the sun as he grins at you, looking cheerful and happy for some reason you don’t care to know about.

Your smile has now turned into a scowl as you stare at him, ignoring the fact that he’s once again holding two americanos in his hands, “is this gonna be a thing now?”

Jungkook nods instantly, not noticing or simply just ignoring the glare you shoot at him.

“Yeah, it’s a tradition now, ____ – I bring iced Americano and you bring your moody attitude and then we work on the project together,” he says, his grin now a smirk that you suddenly feel the urge to slap off his face.

God, why is he so persistent on doing this project with you? Why can’t he just leave you to do it on your own? Why can’t he go do what he usually does – being a fuckboy and play hockey – instead of bothering you with his presence?

You can’t help but scoff and roll your eyes at his words, choosing to ignore the comment he so casually dropped about you being ‘moody’.

“I can get my own iced americano, thank you very much,” you pointedly say.

“Oh, really? Where is it?” He asks, looking around on the grass surrounding you, “did you chug it?”

His quick retort circuits your brain as you’re left gaping at him. You then shake your head as if to clear your head and ask another question.

You’re not quite sure why you haven’t told him to leave yet…

“So what? Are you stalking me now?”

Jungkook snorts as you quirk an eyebrow at him in question, shooting you a look of amusement as he glances around at all the people surrounding you and him.

“____, you’re literally on the campus quad. Anyone with eyes in their head could find you here.”

You blink at him for a second, causing Jungkook to flash you a knowing smirk and offer you one of the beverages he so kindly brought along once again. You decide to ignore his smart retort and take the iced americano he’s holding out, instantly taking a sip and withholding the moan of satisfaction that was threatening to escape just now.

Jungkook huffs out a chuckle to himself as he sits down next to you and slips off his backpack, pulling out his laptop. You stare at him in bewilderment as if he has three heads when he sits down, wondering how he’s taking your hostility as an invite to sit down with you.

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” You can’t help but ask, confused as to why he’s sitting here next to you for the second time within just two days.

“To work on the project?”

There’s a look of confusion on his face as he looks at you, eyebrows pulled together in question.

“No, seriously – I told you, I’m doing this project by myself. What are you really doing here?”

Jungkook’s face twists in slight annoyance at your determination to work on the project by yourself, “you’re not the only one who cares about their grades, you know?”

He doesn’t care about his grades – there’s just no way that a stereotypical jock like him could care about anything but frat parties, getting laid and his sport. Old Jungkook might’ve cared but this Jungkook right here? He hasn’t given a single fuck about anything but hockey and his image since he became the popular and hot hockey player.

“Are you saying that me doing the project on my own will give us a bad grade? If anything, you working with me on the project will make it even worse!”

The tone of your voice has turned defensive as you cross your arms over your chest and stare at him. Jungkook scoffs, a hint of amusement within the sound. If he’s offended by your words, he doesn’t show it. Why would he be? He doesn’t care what anyone thinks.

“Excuse me, I have a 94 in this class right now!”

You fall silent.

A score of 94%.

You can’t help but let out a laugh, wondering how he managed to score a 94 in photography when all he ever does with his spare time is hooking up with girls around campus or spending it in the hockey arena with his teammates.

“And how did you manage to do that? Did you flirt with Mrs. Kim or something?” You huff out a mocking chuckle.

Just for a split second, you swear you see a flicker of hurt flash across his eyes before it’s replaced by his usual smirk.

“And if I did?” He taunts.

Your eyes roll before you have a chance to stop them from doing so, causing Jungkook’s smirk to turn into an almost devilish grin.

“Wow, ____, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were jealous.”

His words have you scowling at him – something you seem to do a lot when he’s anywhere near you. You then grab the iced coffee and take another sip, turning your attention back to your laptop screen, leaving Jungkook to sit next to you and work on the project in silence. You don’t say another word to him as you share the document with him so he can partake in the process.

His words affected you more than you wish they did because it was once the truth but if there’s anything you’ll never be again, it’s being jealous of something Jeon Jungkook does.

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batwritings · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 10 - Fingering

Back at it again! Sorry for the delay ya'll. ^^; Enjoy!~

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You’re not entirely sure why you’ve had this fascination all these years. It was nothing weird, granted; you had a fascination for hands. Again not in a weird way, but you could see the beauty in them where others couldn’t. The stories that were told by every bump, scar, and line in them was something that drew you in and wouldn’t let you go.

That’s part of why you became a medic in the military. You knew these men and women got beat to hell and back, and often times on their hands. You wanted to see what they had seen if only through a brief glimpse of the battered flesh as you patched them up with gauze.

Enter Task Force 141, and more specifically Lt. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. You could tell by the mask that the man had seen his fair share of warfare amongst other things in his life. And this was no different when he came to you in the medbay one evening.

“Can I help you lieutenant?” you asked, sounding far too chipper for someone working in your field. You watched chocolate eye blink slowly, and a heavy sigh get muffled by his mask. The man holds up his left hand that was slowly oozing from a few different places. You stood immediately, ushering him onto a stool beside yours and grabbing your gauze pads and wraps. “What in the hell happened?”

You worked slowly, seeing his hand truly from outside a glove. “Cooking accident,” Ghost answered plainly, with a hint of annoyance. “Soap urged me to see you.” You nodded in response, careful not to stare too long or ask questions as you covered his finger and palm.

“Good that he did,” you smile at the man. You put away the excess medical equipment neatly in your smaller pack. “You’re right as rain. I know that’s not your dominant hand but that wrap job shouldn’t impede your movement in any way.” Ghost gave you a quizzical look and it truly dawned on you what you’d said. “Ah, I-I’ve gotta clean up the rest of the medbay, so…I have to ask you to leave Lieutenant. We’ve uh, got that big mission tomorrow anyway!”

Ghost left without a word and you sighed heavily. You really should be following his lead and taking your mind off what came out of your mouth. Sadly, the distraction followed your mind onto the field the next day, leading to the very same lieutenant dragging you out of the line of fire.

“Thanks for the assist today Ghost,” you mumbled as you sat in your own medbay. You had a cast on your right leg for the next ten weeks thanks to your carelessness. The man shrugged, now in what were effectively his civvies.

“You take care of us the rest of the time,” he retorted. “You should get to be taken care of once in a while.” You watched with growing awe as the same calloused hand you’d patched up last night tilted your chin up. Your entire body froze; his skin was so warm against yours, beautiful hands handling you so gently. “Thought this was what you might like.”

You jumped a bit, thankfully with minimal wincing due to the pain meds when you felt Ghost’s other hand slide up your thigh. “Just relax and let me handle you for a while,” comes that low, gravelly British accent. Thick, war torn fingers slip beneath the waistband of your regulation sweats and beneath the confines of your underwear. Your breath hitches when he finds the most sensitive part of your sex, hip raising to meet his touch.

“Eager are we?” Ghost teases, and despite the fact that you can’t see his face, you swear you hear a smirk. You whimper in response, trying to shift so you can pull down your pants and undergarments to watch. The lieutenant catches on quickly, helping to pull down the fabric while being mindful of your iv.

You lay back, content when you can actually see the way Simon’s beautiful hands touch you. “That’s it sweetheart,” he rumbles, the praise making you whine a bit. You’re mesmerized, in shock even. It just baffled you how hands that could be so brutal, could take lives in the blink of an eye, could be so gentle and soft with you.

Meanwhile Ghost would watch your reactions for every spot he touched. Every gasp, every jolt of pleasure that made your body jerk, every little bit were noticed by patient brown eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle when you would meet his curious eyes and immediately look away.

Eventually the man grew tired of simply playing with you; he wanted to see more. Thick fingers found their way to your hole, and couldn’t help but smirk in amusement when your eyes grew wide. “P-please,” you whimpered, completely blissed out. Ghost leaned forward, pressing a muffled kiss to your head as he pushed one finger in.

Your hands flew to his shirt, gripping tightly to hold him close. The lieutenant could’ve sworn you thought he’d disappear, yet here he was, fingering you gently. When he felt you were open enough, he added a second, thick finger. He’d be lying if he didn’t feel so turned on by you gasping his name openly, forgoing titles or call signs.

“Si–” you whimpered, hips rolling in time with the man’s thrusts. “Please, I’m so close–” Ghost contemplated making you wait, completely removing his fingers from you just to hear you whine. Yet he took mercy on you, speeding up his pace and curling his fingers when he was fully inside you.

The pressure, the pleasure, the overwhelming of your senses sent you over the edge quickly. Yet your eyes staying trained on those beautiful hands, working you through your orgasm. Only once you fell back onto the medbay cot did he stop waiting for you to catch your breath before he would remove his fingers slowly.

Simon stepped away briefly to rinse off his digits and dry them before he’d return to you. He pet your head and even pressed another muffled kiss to your forehead. “Good thing I know how to take care of you too hmm?” He chuckled.

“With those hands? Any day.”

#bat writes #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #cod smut #cod x reader

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darkdemeter · 27 days

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IN THE HEAT OF HER MOMENT PHASES COLLECTION #4/8

— WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT)

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

| A/N | DISCRETION |

Bit of a mafia au because I just can't escape it, and I wanted to write some more mafia wandawolf.

SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI — MxF version pairing — FxF version pairing — unprotected sex — mutual oral receiving — P in V sex — knotting — marking —profanity — pet names: Lamb, Mate, Baby, etc — established relationship — minor depiction of mafia activity — married couple fluff and love — reader is just a softie for Wanda — I think that's it?

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Happily married to the woman and mate of your dreams, where else to spend your honeymoon as newlyweds than the stunning resort beaches in the tropical islands. But first, you and Wanda have to take care of some heat.

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IV. What is a mated life but the promise of commitment? A wolf’s life can oftentimes be lonesome and hollow, with no special one to turn to. And it’s far more unlikely that the pairing between two opposites could be so right. With a mate for the wolf to call their own, special needs are required to be met, till death and beyond you cannot part.

If there is one way to describe Wanda, it’s that she’s needy. Perfectly needy. After landing in the tropical retreat of your private island, a treat for your wife, you’d taken swiftly to the villa in order to settle her eagerness to consummate your marriage. Not that this will be the first time you’ve both had sex, far from it. Back in your estate towards the city it wouldn’t be put past you both to have thoroughly broken in every room.

As evidently showing, you both were quite the couple. How Wanda hasn’t mothered several litters by now? Well, your parents and their old schooled tenants decreed that you both be married first before you both go siring a dozen or so pups to grow the family.

Almost a year later after that little sit down, here you are, closing the door to the villa with Mrs. L/N sauntering inside, hands smoothing down the curves of her body and her fitted, white gown.

You’ve barely begun loosening the collar of your shirt when she’s on you, pulling you in by the lapel of your jacket into a heated, passionate kiss, one of many you have already shared and will continue to. Seeking the comforting weight of her in the palms of your hands, you seek out her hips, massaging slowly with a low groan she melds with a moan of her own.

Her heels clatter to the polished floorboard hurriedly, meanwhile, her slender hands comb through your hair, dishevelling its tidiness and down your front, she practically is pawing you to remove your clothing.

“Dammit, Lamb,” you chuckle against her mouth. She slips her tongue past your teeth, tongues wrestling at the behest of her challenge.

“I need you,” she sighs into the kiss breathlessly.

Ring adorned fingers press into her hips firmly at her pleaful cry. “I know, darling. I know.” Your lips move to caress the cute curve of her jawline, taking care with every inch of her precious skin down her neck, she leans into you as she tries to capture your lips once more.

“Sure you don’t want to pay a visit to the beach?”

Shaking her head, she’s pulling you towards the loft’s staircase. “Tomorrow. Right now, I want you.”

“No complaining whatsoever,” you retort with a cheeky wink, following her insistent lead.

She giggles as she begins to race up the stairs with you close at her heel, the ghost of your presence haunting her lovingly, no sooner do you both reach the upper floor do you sweep your wife into your arms and she playfully shrieks in surprise. You hoist her up and spin, her arms encircle around you tightly, your embrace one of comfort and assured strength.

A promise, just as the gold around your fingers, that you’ll be for each other. Protect each other. You meet with another kiss, slower but no less passionate.

The glimmer of gold suits her finger. For you, it’s a precious addition that pales the rest across the bottom of your knuckles.

You carry Wanda over to the empty bed and lay her down, her hair fans around her with a cherishing, silvery-blonde halo she’d dyed before the wedding, and a smile that could warm the coldest days of winter and cure you of any level of anger. Wanda Maximoff has been a very influential figure in your life from day one.

From first meeting her, circumstances unlikely, you’d always felt your chest become alight with a flutter you always dreaded the absence of when she was gone.

And the more she visited, the more you experienced that flutter in your chest that came to bloom throughout your entire body and soul. But also the more her mere visits left a deep and dark burrow of void in your heart. At some point or another - and you were sure it occurred after a bit too much in the indulgence of whiskey and meeting with the Stark and Barnes Families to discuss business - you realise that Wanda is meant to be with you. No matter who else you met, they never gave you that same feeling.

Wanda was your destined mate. As frightful as it was, her rejection had been nothing but a case of anxiety and doubtful, nightmarish thoughts. Because the moment you asked her under the stars and full moon if she’d be your girl, her happy shrieks that filled the entirety of Central Park confirming your deepest wish, you became whole.

She blinks at you. Curiosity fills her beautifully serene and creamy jade hues that glow in the setting sun’s light. “What is it, Wolfie?”

You shake your head at the memories that consume you. You shower her with a toothy grin she cannot help but reciprocate.

“You’re just so beautiful.”

“Kiss me…”

Mouths connecting with a symphony of low groans and purring moans, your bodies meld together, sliding against each other as your hands explore each other, slowly peeling away the layers of formality, discarding them to the floor until the two of you were bare before the other.

FEMALE

She whispers your name across the skin of your neck, hands running over inked landscape, each single mile holding a memory to her, just as you do for her. One hand comes between the two of you to stroke her, tender and affectionately attentive, she curls into you with a pleased whine.

“Yes, Wolf,” she coos softly, “just like that.”

You work her gently at first, soon growing a bit firmer with rubbing, circling her clit that makes her spine arch and her toes curl.

You slide your middle finger into her tight pussy that clenches around it, her heat pulsing that it makes you sigh with a chuckle.

“Baby, you’re soaking.”

She hides her face in the crook of your neck with a pout, mumbling something amidst her pampering of kisses along your shoulder. You bend and curve your finger, in and out, in and out until she pants quietly to the shell of your ear, her nails embedding crescents into the muscle of your shoulders.

She begs you for more, encouraging you that she can take more. Obliging your mate, you slip two more fingers inside and begin to ever so faintly stretch her walls.

She pushes herself into you, soft gasps on the tip of her tongue and entangled in finery of pleasures. You curl your fingers inside her, pushing them further and to the knuckle. Her hands run down your sides, her touch is feathery, taking in every detail that maps your body, every mark, scar and tattooed line until she reaches the small of your back.

“R-right there,” she winces blissfully, hips abrupt in their suddenness to meet your thrusting fingers. Her release a coiling rubber band that’s bound to snap at an instant. As you perform on her, she reaches one of her own hands down, fingertips stroking along your equally sickened folds. “A-ah… hah,” you grin, and so cutely she admits to herself, shyly.

“I want to please my wife as well,” she says with a light tune. Her thumb rolls over your clit smearing the aroused juices of your pussy and your hips jerk again. Her hand cups you and she begins to massage her middle and ring finger against your entrance and then slips them inside, working to match your pace.

Rocking into the motion of the other, the rising of your releases are woven together, her sounds alone to get you off; her fingers only aided with hastefulness.

A series of intermingling moans shatter to the air, breaking the oath of stillness to the flood of your orgasms. You hot breath fans over her face and she smiles wistfully, her chest rising and breasts pushing to yours, the connection bringing a sense of electricity between you.

Her legs wrap around you the moment your fingers slide back inside her cunt, your claws bringing a more daring edge that leaves her utterly breathless in her lungs. “Y-yes! More, more! Just like that.”

Her eyes roll back and her dark lashes flutter erratically, her voice strangled by her moans and her body becomes tense, hips rolling into the thrusts of your fingers before her mouth flies open with a pleasured cry. Barely over the first and already she is taken hold by her second wave.

A moment of pure stillness and then immediate relaxation, her body finds itself floating high in the clouds as the hot, white flash consumes her. Your nose finds the juncture of her neck and your canines graze the delicate spot and she leans her chin to the side, providing more access for your leisure.

“I love you,” she gasps again and again. You answer, voice a husky octave, “I love you too.”

Your teeth break the surface of her skin and she winces, the riding of her high tunes out the sliver of pain, only to find her body unnaturally calmed by you. Your scent becomes stronger to her senses, the aroma of your expensive cologne is drowned out by the natural tranquillity of your natural smell; that of the pine forests, heavily wooded and hidden, the wild valleys of flowers and the crispness of freshly fallen snow.

Everything under her skin is warmed like nothing before. It’s not the same as a coat keeping out the cold, or feeling another’s warm skin against her. It is a feeling that envelops her on the inside like a warm, assuring blanket. A haven that guarantees she’ll be safe.

And then the coolness of stars line her vision. Something bright and full floods her and she thinks she’s floating in the dawning nighttime sky. Her stomach is taken over by a billion flutters.

“How do you feel, Lamb?” you ask and press your forehead to hers. “Breathe for me. That’s it, in and out. Deep and slow… you okay?”

“I feel… amazing.” Her dazed eyes find yours in the darkness that almost hides you completely. Her fingers brush aside the straying locks of hair hanging over your face.

“The best I’ve ever felt.”

“You’re gonna feel like that for quite a while,” you say. Chuckling, you steal a quick kiss from her, rolling over until she lays on top of you, hands holding her hips to you.

“I know this must be a strange question,” she begins hesitantly, but your hum of curiosity nudges her to continue. “Do you have a knot?”

“I do… as a wolf.”

“Then… maybe we could try?”

MALE

“Yes, Wolf,” she coos softly, “just like that.”

You work her gently at first, soon growing a bit firmer with rubbing, circling her clit that makes her spine arch and her toes curl.

You slide your middle finger into her tight pussy that clenches around it, her heat pulsing that it makes you sigh with a chuckle.

“Baby, you’re soaking.”

She begs you for more, encouraging you that she can take more. Obliging your mate, you slip two more fingers inside and begin to ever so faintly stretch her walls, to get her ready to accommodate your cock that now stands hardened between her legs.

As you perform on her, she reaches one of her own hands down, fingertips stroking over your length and your hips jerk. “A-ah… hah,” you grin, and so cutely she admits to herself, shyly.

“I want to please my husband as well,” she says with a light tune. Her thumb rolls over your tip, smearing the beads of precum down the base, your hips jerk again. Her hand wraps around you and begins to massage and carefully tug, working to match your pace.

Rocking into the motion of the other, the rising of your releases are woven together, however before she has a chance to pull your orgasm from you, you stop her with a tut of your tongue. Her eyes shine with that concern, brows furrowing.

“I wanna be inside you for that,” you breathe in reply, “I would like to finally experience that first, if you don’t mind.”

She smiles at you. “Of course.”

Nodding and still grinning, you usher her to her first climax of the honeymoon period. Her eyes roll back and her dark lashes flutter erratically, her voice strangled by her moans and her body becomes tense, hips rolling into the thrusts of your fingers before her mouth flies open with a pleasured cry.

A moment of pure stillness and then immediate relaxation, her body finds itself floating high in the clouds as the hot, white flash consumes her.

“So fucking wet, my little Mate.” Her slickness pools around the knuckles of your fingers, the whisper of her juices gushing from her tight hole as you withdraw paint a beautiful picture. You raise your fingers to your lips and allow your tongue to taste her, a hum of approval as your eyes shimmer in the setting darkness.

“You taste good, Lamb.”

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip with a bashful giggle followed by a moan of your name. Your lips part and she can taste herself on your tongue, you steady your weight above her with one hand beside her, the other guides your throbbing cock to her entrance.

“Ready?”

“Yeah.” With her assurance you press your waist forward and with a gasp, she spreads her legs wider as you push inside her. Walls wrapping around you, inch by inch, you succumb to the radiant heat of her cunt around you. For a moment you find yourself still.

Her tongue surrenders to you with the first initiated thrust, lost to the small noise creeping up the back of her throat and you nip her bottom lip playfully. Your cock strikes her, kissing her cervix until she’s chanting your name like a prayer, and you begin to drive more force behind it. Skin meeting against skin in a coursing pattern fills the room, growing louder with each thrust becoming harder and faster, you grunt and groan lowly.

“I love you,” she gasps again and again. You answer, voice a husky octave, “I love you too.”

“Cum inside me. P-please… cum in–side me.”

To hear her talk so desperately sends your wolf brain into overdrive, your canines graze the juncture of her neck and she, accepting of your long-awaited mark, cranes her neck to the side.

“Cum with me, little Lamb. Come on, you can do it,” you pant hotly, “cum for me.”

Her back arches off the bed and your legs wrap over your waist, hugging you closer as her walls clench around you like a vice. A howl passes a suppressed groan in your chest, eyes burning brightly of amber, her orgasm being the last straw for you. Your cock twitches and explodes, releasing your seed to paint her walls as you practically rut into her with mad intent.

And then the coolness of stars line her vision. Something bright and full floods her and she thinks she’s floating in the dawning nighttime sky. Her stomach is taken over by a billion flutters.

You slow the grind of your hips to a pause and pull your teeth away from the mark, thumb wiping over it and her body jolts at the action, a reasonable reaction.

“How do you feel, Lamb?” you ask and press your forehead to hers. “Breathe for me. That’s it, in and out. Deep and slow… you okay?”

“I feel… amazing.” Her dazed eyes find yours in the darkness that almost hides you completely. Her fingers brush aside the straying locks of hair hanging over your face.

“The best I’ve ever felt.”

“You’re gonna feel like that for quite a while,” you say. Chuckling, you steal a quick kiss from her, rolling over until she lays on top of you, hands holding her hips to you; your knot strict in its place inside her pussy.

“So once the knot goes down, I’m thinking we could try…”

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The next morning would have been peaceful. Should have been peaceful. It was your fucking honeymoon after all. However, your phone interrupts the moment at the brink of dawn, the sun painting the sky with vivid pinks, purples and a colourful bow of deep orange.

You groan, hand fumbling aimlessly on the nightstand for the irritating noise. Finding the device, you clench it on your iron grip and raise the voice on the other end to your ear with a less than pleased huff.

“The fuck you want?”

By your side, Wanda stirs. Her eyes peek open, the bare minimum of the sunlight gracing her angelic face, still showering her with comforting darkness, your arm that’s around her assuringly pulls her to your side, herskin melting under the contact with yours.

“Boss,” Sam says with relief, “I know it’s—”

You growl deeply into the speaker, “My honeymoon. So this better be good.”

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endcant · 5 months

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a big reason why i personally respond very strongly and publicly about internet censorship bills is because every tool and support ive ever had to understand my trauma, cope with my mental health issues, historically contextualize my experiences, and become a somewhat functional adult, were all found online. the friends who support me found me online. my ability to do my art business & be my authentic self in the same place at the same time is thanks to the expressive powers of the internet. almost nothing good in my life would have been possible if there was legislation like KOSA enacted when i was a child. which is why i have been openly speaking out against legislation like this ever since i was a child.

one example of the problem here is that the heritage foundation intends to use KOSA as a way to sue websites into censoring information about LGBT+ issues and sex/reproductive health. they said it publicly, and i have no reason to think they’re bluffing. the heritage foundation is also the main party behind Project 2025 (an authoritarian agenda for the U.S. political right published and free to read online). they should be taken seriously because they have proudly played a massive role in deciding what Republican public policy be will be since the Reagan administration. if you are politically active online at all and don’t know whether your most dearly held causes are under threat by this group, type “the heritage foundation’s stance on” into your favorite search engine, take a look at the recommended searches, and get ready to have a very bad time. (…unless you’re one of those rare far-right political users on this site, in which case you’d probably have a pretty good time)

this is happening alongside the recent growth of the “parental rights” movement, whose achievements include promoting book bans, trying to suppress any information they deem to be “Critical Race Theory”, as well as harassing and threatening people for supporting LGBT+ kids. they aim to silence any voices that don’t fall in line with their agenda. moms for liberty is a prominent example of a harmful “parental rights” activist group; they have repeatedly done things like this. i have no doubt that these groups would absolutely utilize KOSA to further prevent children from accessing important educational information.

Rep. Marsha Blackburn, the one of the two legislators who has spearheaded the push to pass this bill through the Senate, is a self identified “hard-core” “politically incorrect” conservative who came into the Senate during the Trump administration. She is also part of the larger Tennesseean right-wing political apparatus that has brought this state wonders like cities where public homosexuality is illegal, and a county where the juvenile detention rate approaches 50%. these people do not care about the wellbeing of children. they are doing awful things here that the majority of tennesseans do not support. there are many other recent, infamous examples of similar state and local human rights failures throughout the US. if you let them have their way, these post-Trump Republicans will do their best to bring this kind of nonsensical, authoritarian governance to the entire country and potentially the rest of the world, given the role that U.S. law plays in the reality of the international internet.

i have been mostly sharing others’ posts and contacting legislators on my own time, but on December 6th, a letter was published in support of KOSA that was signed by 200 organizations— largely mental health and childrens’ health related groups. i believe that far-right political groups will use KOSA to silence the kind of online information that helped me with my own mental health when i was a kid, and that kids are currently relying on today. ultimately, i think it is a shame that these 200 organizations think they can get away with publicly supporting a bill that is so widely criticized and politically fraught.

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gothhabiba · 1 year

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on the idea that the idleness of the Victorian Lady was more fantasy and performance than reality, displayed in drawing rooms and parlours (with "fancy work," "parlour knitting," &c.) and contradicted in the actual quotidian tasks of running a household, these lines in the anonymously published Workwoman's Guide interested me--

A woman, who in the upper classes of society, has taken her place at the head of a family, has undertaken a high and responsible situation; but one, in which, by daily attention to certain humble details, she can essentially serve the welfare of some who are dear to her, and of many who are dependent on her. The Author, as an Englishwoman, reflects with pride upon the number of her country women, whom the gifts of nature, and a brilliant or careful education enables to grace their place in society. She believes that very many of them are further qualified, as far as goodwill and natural intelligence can go, to discharge those humbler, but not less honourable, parts of their calling, to which she has alluded, but are deterred from applying to them (or much embarrassed if they do), from finding that, whilst they are proficients in many beautiful accomplishments, and not without cultivation in the more solid parts of information, they are yet mere novices in other unostentatious attainments, that have become indispensable to their domestic efficiency. The complete remedy for this inconvenience can only be found in making some further knowledge of domestic arts and economy a prominent part of the education of our daughters ; home and school must both be called upon to contribute. Amongst the arts in question, the homely one of cutting out is entitled to rank high, for subserviency to comfort and elegance, as well as to economy, whenever this is an object, and in what fortune can it wisely be neglected ? It is one which may seem peculiarly fitted to be taught in schools, by the conveniency of the means for teaching, by its cleanliness, and, if the Author may be allowed to say so, by its intellectual character, since to cut out well, it is necessary to think, and indeed the art, continually depending upon exact measurements, proportions and even correct diagrams, or figures, must be considered as a sort of unassuming household mathematics. Dress, it seems, has of late been admitted by philosophical critics to the dignity of a fine art : it both requires and cultivates taste, and the consideration of a pleasing effect and air in dress is first applied in the cutting out. (p. iv)

actually there's a lot that's interesting here. the noblesse oblige-y-ness (of the first paragraph) and the reaching for association with masculinity-as-respectability ("a sort of unassuming household mathematics") combining to make an argument for the elevation of women's daily household tasks (in particular, fiber arts)--but also the careful humility of the tone in making these claims ("certain humble details," "homely," "a sort of unassuming household mathematics"). but also the transparency of that veil of humility.

this is similar, to my mind, to a lot of other Victorian women's writing about their own tasks--the craze for botany, for example, or for collecting riddles, cultivating intellectual faculties and being a close analogue to the masculine without being unacceptably masculine (as well as the use of the concept of "taste" to name an acceptably feminine, eminently moral sort of intellectual faculty where the white, English, bourgeois woman may safely presume the authority to guide others*). but other aspects of this tone are not, of course, preeminently feminine--the sort of veneer of humility (the work opens with one of those "forgive me for having dared to publish this" prefaces**) is common across all genres and sexes

*where obviously the idea that poor "taste" in dress is morally corrupting is particularly class-based and racial in character

**"The Author of the following pages has been encouraged to hope, that, in placing them, after much deliberation, in the hands of a printer, she is tendering an important and acceptable, however humble, service to persons of her own sex" (p. iii)

#victorian

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Wang Jia Er / Wang Ka Yee (GOT7 / Solo) Kinky Reading*

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Wang Jia Er / Wang Ka Yee

Stage Name: Jackson

Group: GOT7 / Solo

Wang Jia Er / Wang Ka Yee

Jackson (GOT7 / Solo)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - 5 of Wands

Jackson is a playful partner to have. He’s likely to seek a strong and mature lover, so he can bicker and play-fight with them all day long. He will make jokes on them, pull pranks, be a total goofball and insufferable tease in one sexy package. He’s likely to enjoy some rivalry in the relationship, like he likes people who can challenge him and put him in his place when his jokes go too far. Yes, we are bordering bratty sub here but only occasionally.

Libido - IV The Emperor

When it comes to Jackson’s sex drive, he’s a total macho beast. In the bedroom he will take control and play the one and only good and just ruler for his lover. He will make sure they are well pampered and taken care of. Jackson lacks in nothing and will use all his skills and knowledge to prove that he’s the emperor among lovers. It’s a matter of his pride and he’s not stopping till his partner in love has experienced orgasm several times, is wheezing and catching their breath, their vision is blur and their skin is covered in sweat. And that’s probably what Jackson considers a ‘foreplay’.

Turn On - 8 of Wands

With all that has been said above, you can’t expect Jackson to feel attracted to fragile flowers made of glass and mist. He’s likely to prefer hot blooded and fit lovers who can catch up with him and match him. They don’t need to be peak sports people but they need to have energy and stamina, or at least be capable of withstanding a hot wild night with Jackson. Better increase vitamin and mineral income before dating this dragon lover.

Kink - VIII Strength

As mentioned in the position part, Jackson sometimes borders submissive tendencies. While usually being dominant, he’s likely to find himself a lover who will discipline and whip him occasionally. He will tease relentlessly, till his lover’s cup of patience overflows and handcuffs Jackson to the bed and gives him some proper tease back for hours, till Jackson is about to blow and begs for mercy.

Dirtiest Secret* - King of Cups

You probably expect a total bomb in this section after all you read till now, don’t you? Sorry to disappoint you, but Jackson’s dirtiest secret is to actually find an equally strong and mature person to stand by his side, someone to support him through thick and thin, help him build a castle from a pile of clay but who’s at the same time perfectly self-sufficient and not dependent on him. Our King Jackson simply looks for his equal Queen of the Queens (or Royalty of Royalty or King of Kings to be fair).

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obxsprincess · 2 months

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heyy girl, how are u? i know ive been kinda missing but i might need your advice on something bc im very confused and unsure (and my friends are being kind of unhelpful bitches lol

So, im in college right? and theres a lot of fraternities around, and I met this guy, a friend of a friend, and he lives in a fraternity.

So far so good right? We kinda flirted with each other for a few days until a party last night where we finally hooked up (i was drunk but everyone said it was pretty hot :)) but i had to leave bc my roomate was very sick so i never got to talk to him abt anything else basically. And my friend said tomorrow they'll have a small party to celebrate a bday on that fraternity, and everyone keeps saying i should lose my virginity to this guy (ik shocking im a virgin), but the thing people dont understand is that i get attached very quickly and to me our kiss basically locked in, so im kinda nervous ill get attached and he wouldnt want anything serious w me

Reading it back it feels kinda dumb but specially for people on campus and SPECIALLY on fraternities is very rare for u to get kinda together w someone so quick, so I DUNNO WHAT TO DO

- 💋

hiii babes, ofc ofc im always here to help!! and remember not even my opinion should persuade you into anything, cus I can only go off of my own experiences with virignity loss and hook ups 💞 but I hope my insights helpful!!

I lost my virginity at 16 back in high school (a long time ago and not at all saying ur guy is like this ! cus he probably isnt! especially cus hes an adult so I hope to fucking hell he isn’t) and it definitely happened very fast and quick, texted for a few days, made out, and then met up to have sex. in summary it ended with my nudes being leaked around the school and almost a felony on my name (for sending them?) but the thing ive took out of it (and only reason for the story, im srry cus I was so young so it might seem weird to include) n held close is to remember trust is one of the most important parts of sex really! because your putting your pleasure and body into someone elses hands, but also your emotional trust because sex is so much more than just getting physical for a few minutes, and its important to remember that the lingering thoughts shouldn’t ever be negative, or the guy broke the trust you put in him. truly the after sex reaction is just as important as being taken care of during. in my experience, because I didnt know the guy well, I went into it blind not knowing what I total asshole he was.

and trust, in my eyes, means knowing you’ll be treated right afterwards no matter what, even without a relationship basic aftercare if the bare minimum. and to me it doesn’t seem like you are convinced he’ll do that for you ! so pls pls be careful 💞 who knows ! he might be an amazing guy but if you arnt ready to take that step yet, don’t ! because the good ones are always willing to wait. I would say text him/talk to him in person if you have to too. because and I’m hoping not but you never know, his and your friends might have ‘talked’, and sex might be on his mind too. so if you feel comfortable, get on the same page with him with whatever you decide angel !! you deserve to lose your virginity and be glowing afterwards, its so much better than regretting it 💗 whether u choose to get to know him better or lose your virginity to him, stay safe bby and use safety <3 (pls make sure to discuss possible STD history on his side too btw !)

hope this helped a little love, love you and never let anyone pressure you please, cus fuck that

#my pretty 💋 anon <3

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im tired... too tired to write but smart enough to know i need to write these thoughts down before i forget them.

so much has happened in the last few days. the last week, even. it feels like weeks have gone by.

i am so blessed, lucky and thankful for my friend. she is the most perfect taurus and completely aligned with me to bounce off my energy and listen and understand and hear me and be able to have fun with me ! look at us go. truly manifested the female friendship id been craving for years.

the naughty side of me has been awakened. the devil has been brought out by a dirty, nasty libra man. and im not angry at it and im not embarrassed by it one bit. i actually embraced it and had so much fun with it. and its so unlike me and its so unlike the others before him. he was crazy but focussed on me in exactly the ways i needed him to, too. even when the first time i didnt finish, i didnt top him, and he didnt really top me either. he didnt even finger me for long. but my god... the positions. the placements. the kissing my feet on his hands and knees. sucking on my toes, the strategic placement of my legs and knees and feet. and somehow knowing how to hit the right spots when he was twice my size. like standing his hips were at the top of my rib cage. INSANE. giant, giant beautiful man. the sheer size of his thighs. i cant handle it. i cant even believe it was real life!

i was calling him a slut but look at me gushing over him, when the sex wasnt even that amazing. its like he was edging me. didnt want me to come knowing he wouldnt too? he didnt make me give him head the second time either. i guess it was considerate since the first time he did and went as far as filming him face fucking me with my hands behind my back. and restraining my wrists with his legs will i was riding him?! i actually cannot.. i cannot handle it.

its all just fun and games for the both of us. thats what i liked. it was transactional for both of us. we both care just enough, we both connected just enough, but we were both completely hungry and horny enough to make it easy and playful. he threw me around! like my one dream, and as a tiny little girl its kind of insane it had taken this long to happen. he loved every part of my body. i dont appreciate the comments about my butt but he obviously liked it. im slim thick and tiny. he would be carrying me and fucking me in front of the mirror and i would misjudge the height i was at when hed put me on the ground to change positions. like i had literally climbed a tree of a man. i cant. I CANT!

he was just so perfectly playful, annoying and teasing in the way i like. like stupid on purpose, so i can be mean to him. i love bullying men. but in a playful, flirty way. SO FLIRTY! who knew it was so hard to come by guys like that, people like that. cause i know part of why he was so obsessed with me was because i matched his energy so well. at the end of the day its all about ENERGY! and we matched well. and combined with that, we were both sexy fucking humans. and he had tattoos! he had everything ive been wanting. bare minimum, i know. but those tattoos were so delicious. i will never see tattoos on light skin in the same way. they were borderline not there because his skin was so dark. and i love it. it was like a little extra something something. and the one on his rib was beautiful. they were all beautiful. im so thankful he was so doting and loving on me so i couldnt feel insecure about my own body. i feel like he was unintentionally roasting me too though, trying to be flirty. something about my toes??? im not sure. but he obviously liked them enough to suck on them. so.

anyway. i just cannot stop thinking about this experience. i probably wont stop thinking about it for weeks, months even. as much as i love to read my bridgerton, sometimes i just love the idea of some sexy nasty fucking. he came so much on my back. he gave me HICKEYS! he read my energy and did what i liked. its not even that hard for him. proof hes a fucking hoe. but hes also somewhat committed to me.. or just getting me back in his city to play with me again. i was like his little barbie doll to play with, literally. putting his clothes on me, gifting me his shirt and sunnies, asking me to say i love him? and sayin it himself? and the constant calling. this man... hes a red flag. hes got some kind of commitment issues for certain. but i read him for filth too. somehow he enjoyed me being genuinely pissed off with him. stupid drunk boy. completely different energies when hes sober vs drunk.

anyways. i was pmsing too and he dragged me away from my friends... or did he? did they encourage me to go? no point wondering about it, anyway. i wonder if he wanted her instead tho... i will always wonder. i understand if he did. i would too. tbh, i would want a threesome with her. it could happen...

anyway. he texted me... i want to call him. i cant though, of course. the type of conversation id want to have would need to be private. isnt it odd how a little while ago i was harrassed in my car down the street from my home? now i dont feel safe going back there. this city is so strange.

maybe my sister will move back home. everything will change if that happens. for some reason i get the feeling she will come back and the other will leave. it seems like that is in gods plan. or... me? plus i have my car. interrestingngngnggngn

so... what now? (please read in azealias voice). realistically, even though i do genuinely like him and he genuinely likes me, were from two different cities and wont see eachother again until im back in god knows how long. and its expensive to be flying or driving over there for visits a lot. this is a waste of energy i thnk. im just gonna roll with it. the most likely scenario is that one of us gets bored (probably me) or hurt (probably me, if hes secretly playing around with lots of girls) and things just fizzle out in a messy way that ruins the vibes we had together now. but tbh im okay with that. its the only way i learn my lesson about people. otherwise they keep wiggling their way back on half promises when i forget about their bad behaviour with time.

but honestly, i have a good feeling about him. he seems like an honest person. and whatever it is he's hiding, its nothing severe. its more something i can sense, like an insecurity. hes broke, hes immature, hes a bit of a mess. hes insecure about his appearance? i am too baby. youre good. i love feeling like this with a guy. like im in control but im not. i got the power, and hes obsessed with me and he wants me and hes open and honest with me just like i am. he sees my honestly and thinks - oh, she's safe, she's home, i can be myself with her. not - oh, she's good, i can lie to her and manipulate her easier cause she'll tell me exactly how she feels and what i need to tell her.

the main thing is if I want HIM. cause i do. but he does have weird eyes, and eyes are a big thing for me. wearing sunnies all the time wont cut it. and being broke is fine. but looking a mess in public with me wont do. hes a fashion boy tho. he a trendy ni$$a. but i digress.

UGH! i hope i can find someone that playful, flirty and doting here at home. i probably wont tho. thats okay. ive come to accept my worth being above the capacity of men here. theyre just a bit confused. their cute, confused puppies. the kind that only like their own kind too.. they can have them. i need me a POC. im officially closing for business with the pretty white boys. theyve done enough.

okay ive done enough talking shit. this has been fun!

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mirasloss · 1 year

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idle headway

02/14/08

i fell in love today. well, ive been falling for a while but today i finally accepted it. its weird. ive never been in love before, so i find this experience thoroughly exciting, but i know i cant be with someone forever. i can only hope that the sweet memories i carry after this ends will far outweigh the bitter ones.

05/23/08

i feel dirty. i had sex with someone that isnt the person im hopelessly in love with. we arent even dating! i dont know why i care so much! maybe id feel different if the sex was any good — they kept begging me to punch them in the jaw. now im not against a little violence in the bedroom, but i would rather not be the one inflicting it.

06/28/08

we made it official today, but nothing feels different. im just as in love as i was two days ago, except now theres a title associated with that love. i guess im a little disappointed — i wanted this to feel like a new chapter in my life, but it feels more like a new paragraph. maybe i just need to give it some time.

09/02/08

theyve only become more detached since we officially started dating. i feel like its been weeks since we last had a conversation. im a ghost around them — we walk past each other in my kitchen and out eyes dont even connect. come to think of it, ive felt that way around everyone lately. my friends threw a huge party without me, i havent talked to my siblings in over a month — hell, even my parents stopped answering my calls. maybe im already dead and i just dont know it.

11/14/08

i made a new friend today. her name is miss pencil sharpener, and she is by far the most complex character in my life. she’s not that useful on her own, but you can appreciate her versatility once you break her down into each individual part. her plastic shell protects against predators while her stainless steel blades lie dormant, waiting for her prey to willingly give itself to her. she gifted me one of her blades, hoping that itd help me feel alive again. and oddly enough, it did

01/17/09

on january 17th at 3:31 am, i stabbed my partner to death. there is no punchline, no metaphor, not even a smidge of irony in that declaration. i didn’t even mean to kill them. i was convinced that i had died long ago. but i was real. and i remembered every action i hadnt taken, every word i didnt speak, all the love i didnt show — it was all my fault. and it took someone else’s life for me to realize it. i dont think they even had time to process that they were being killed. they didnt even scream. it was like they were lifeless from the start of the ordeal. or maybe they saw it coming and didnt care.

i left their body and started driving — i don’t know where i went or where i’ll end up going tomorrow, but i know i can never return home

09/09/09

it’s comforting knowing that the only pieces of evidence linking me to the murder — my knife and my diary — are kept in my backpack. i’ve been keeping up with the investigation, and everyone back home seems to believe i was kidnapped. works for me.

i found a local porn production company that was willing to pay me cash to edit their content, allowing me to comfortably live in my car while police back home hope they find my corpse in the river.

and maybe one day i’ll give them what they want

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lisacatara-actress · 1 year

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ALMOST LISA : Pt 7, “Almost left the Movie!”

*I retain all rights to my photography and story, story details, biographical information, fashion designs, art work, and anything and everything I have posted which is my own creation*)

This week was our cast and crew screening for “Wakanda Forever”. Marvels latest and- by far- greatest blockbuster to date. An unprecedented and wildly successful franchise emphasizing black heroes and black leads. They did not need to include brown people in their success. But they CHOSE to. And I am profoundly humbled and happy for the inclusion in something so Magical.

I tried to get pretty. Getting dressed for events these days is painful. I used to enjoy getting dolled up, but now my body isn't my own, it does what it wants. None of the clothes I had fit well enough, but I managed to get creative and ...well, presentable. It’s a once in a lifetime experience, being a part of this team of talented filmmakers and collaborators. I was not missing it.

(I spent some time in harnesses working on the film. On the 1st or 2nd week, my colon swelled under the pressure and I had to secretly go to the urgent care on my one day off to get meds so I could continue to work the next 5 weeks. And about halfway through the cast screening, I felt familiar stomach cramps and chest pains. I’d been so careful on that morning and the night before not to eat or drink anything which might upset me. It didn't matter. Ironically, not being able to eat or drink much on our long days/ weeks/ months of filming proved to be helpful for me. No food, no bloat and pain! I could finally see my abs again)

Mid- screening, I shimmied out of my middle row seat (of course, best seats in the house!!) and walked around the lobby for 20 minutes. Then watched from the back of the theater awhile before I could rejoin my team. I made it through the celebration and red carpet photos (whew!), but regret not feeling well enough to dance all night afterwards with my people. I LOVE to dance!

“Success is being broken, bone-tired and worn out, but STILL showing up for battle.”

You know, that probability analyst was right. I am unbelievable. No wonder I intimidate others. I don't fit into any boxes. Not by my ethnicity, not by my career, not in my diet, my varied interests, nor by my lifestyle... I can't even be offended on social media when misogynists try and label me because I don't have trope-y labels or subscribe to most group ideologies. Alas. Additionally, I'm a natural leader simply because I GO DO stuff and can multitask well. So often others don't think to include me in things for the assumption that I'm not a “team player" or that I don't need any help. But, I am. And I do. Never had trouble finding friends and Tribe until I moved to Los Angeles. It’s a different kinda place. Relationships in The Biz are networking opportunities. In the absence of the community I crave, I just did stuff and experienced life solo. Though, full disclosure, I would really like to meet my someone now. I’m 47 and Ive been single the last 18 years.

This is usually where the men panic and ask “NO SEX FOR 18* YEARS?”. No. No relationship. In 18 years, Ive yet to meet anyone who sparks a light inside me or peaks my interest enough to want to spend more time with them. Physical attraction is not enough to grab my interest. I'm talking REAL intimacy. I know what I like, I’ve traveled a lot, I’ve taken risks and tried many things, I’ve rebuilt my life twice now and know who I am and what I stand for, I'm loyal and monogamous... and I can no longer tolerate anything less than authenticity, honesty, and integrity in a partner. Plus, life is too short for bad sex, fake connections and fake people. Anything not adding to your light is taking from it. That’s how energy works.

Everything is easier when you have someone to go through life's challenges with and share Joys and thoughts with. I've never had that luxury. Now, my health keeps me isolated, I couldn't fathom getting into a relationship with all of my special considerations. I'm not myself. I haven't recognized myself for a decade. My focus remains staying employed. My work is a beautiful distraction, and I need income.

I continue to send my resume and interview materials for work via any email I can get. In the past several months I’ve had a few calls for one-day gigs back in LA (not my local anymore and costs more to go than what I’d be making), and a couple of one-day gigs in new Orleans and North Carolina which required me driving to and from (14-16 hours round trip for either). Because I was on a waiting list for yet another Doctor, I had to pass. Projects were shooting in Atlanta, I simply wasn't on them. Last week I received a booking on what seemed a good theatrical audition I’d put on tape. When I went to my fitting, the role had gone from substantial costar with dialog and a character name, to one line and a generic character name. It‘ll be a paycheck. Not work. Nothing for my reel. Not a career- booster. But the first job in seven months. It’s SURREAL. This all used to be much easier. Sometimes I have those typical dis-empowering thoughts of going back in time and “doing it all again”. But I wouldn't want to relive the most challenging parts of this journey again. I do, however, greatly miss the stage.

Making movies/TV and live performance share some similarities, but theater is Life for an actor. The energy is raw, magnetic, never stagnant. So many elements have to work together in unison, complementing and/or contradicting one another, in that environment. Magic doesn't begin when the curtain goes up. It happens long before. During rehearsals. In tech runs. While bonding with cast mates. I have great memories of these moments and reminders of why I loved performing on stage so much.

One moment in particular always comes rushing back when I think of my shortened stage career. After months of memorization, stage marking, wardrobe, and countless musical rehearsals, there comes a day when you step on stage and there is suddenly an orchestra where the piano reduction had been. That day is absolute MAGIC. I can remember well how the sound rose up underneath me, lifted me, surrounded me, moved through me, and ultimately carried my voice. There's really no other way to describe it then Euphoria.

When I lost my voice, during/ after 9/11, I lost a valuable part of myself I’ve never been able to recover. And a part of my lifeline. When anyone hears of this loss, and tells me (kindly, but ignorantly) to “just sing again”, it’s painful. Voices can be lost and damaged, permanently. It happened to me. The constant reminder of what I want but cannot have creates dissonance within me, even decades later. Amplified- as to be expected- by the fact that it happened again with the Writers Guild Strike, and now again with this Pandemic. As tenacious as I am, I’m TIRED. BUT...

I don't believe that God would instill a superior talent and a bone deep desire to accomplish something without providing a Way.

(to be continued...)

(PS If you like what you're reading, I welcome contributions to the efforts via Venmo @LTarantinoDesigns)

#hollywood #actress #success #Lisa Catara #movies #narcissism #women in film #celebrities #fame #art #artist #photography #photographer

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sincerelythedarkside · 3 years

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Who We Are || Part VII

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Dark!Reader

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Comments/reblogs are welcomed ♥

Summary: You know what you want out of life. You want to be loved—to be safe. You want to be taken care of and to take care of someone who will appreciate it. But you’ve been shackled, trapped in a never-ending nightmare. And your only saving grace will be enticing the dark side of America’s golden hero to want you—a game of who’s manipulating who.

SERIES WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. Dubcon sex, noncon/rape, somnophilia, manipulative behaviour, possessive behaviour, dark themes. Do NOT read if these are triggering for you.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: explicit smut. oral (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, creampie. Unbeta'd.

[Set after Civil War & the Accords were abolished]

Note: *deep inhale* steve. That's all. Thank you so much for the support so far!

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Steve slotted his lips over yours over and over, grinding his pelvis into you.

Your brow pinched as you slowly opened your eyes. Steve looked consumed in his desires as he held you tighter. He undid your robe, letting his fingertips trail from your ribs and dragging down further.

His touch left goosebumps in their wake. Your leg hiked up higher onto his hip as you caressed his jaw.

"Steve," you breathed, chest heaving as he opened his eyes and zeroed in on him. "I need you."

You didn't want any more foreplay. You weren't familiar with it, and it was giving you knots in your stomach you thought you'd long forgotten.

One goal, you reminded yourself. Your one goal was to fuck Steve and make him feel good. This wasn't about you, and you couldn't afford to fall.

Henry had never once made you feel good. The pleasure was his and his alone, and you hadn't minded. Your pain, your misery, your body belonged to Henry. But your pleasure? That still belonged to you, and you weren't about to give to Steve here. You had no plans to give it to him ever.

Steve peered down at you, taking in your swollen lips and disheveled hair. He could feel the heat of your skin, and he wanted to live in you.

"Don't rush me," he muttered as he palmed your breast again, shaping you in his hand. He tweaked at your nipple, licking his lip when you let out a low groan, hips bucking. "Wanna feel you, sweetheart. Been waitin' so long...don't rush me."

All you could do was bite down on your tongue when he drifted his fingers between your wet folds, sliding up and down a few times before he circled your clit firmly.

"Shit, Steve— " you gasped, thighs tensing.

"So wet for me," Steve brought his two fingers up, slipping them into his mouth as he gave a greedy suck and a groan. "Oh, shit, you taste so good. Wanna really taste you..."

You immediately sat up, latching your hands to Steve's pants as you undid them, pushing them down and off him with his help. Steve was too attentive.

In ways, he was similar to Henry.

You could see it in Steve's eyes as he stared at you. It wasn't about your pleasure for the sake of your pleasure. Just like Henry, he wanted to own your body—dominate it.

But unlike Henry, who just took and took without giving, Steve was nothing, if not a giver.

Steve wanted your pleasure, to make you cum for him. He wanted you to clench around his cock as he fucked you because he wanted you to truly fall for him. And to Steve? There was nothing truer than uncontrolled pleasure.

His dress shirt was gone after his pants and boxer as you began to pump him. You noticed immediately that he was larger than Henry, thicker too.

You had to get him to the point of desperation.

Steve watched, hot desire in his eyes as you licked his tip, as if almost unsure. But then you dragged your tongue down his length and back up along the vein on his cock, and he felt his heart thud into his chest.

"You taste good too, Stevie..." you looked up at him through your lashes as you swiped away at his pre-cum.

Shit, when you called him Stevie...he had to take a deep breath to calm himself down. It was short-lived as you pushed this tip through your mouth before swallowing more and more of him.

When he hit the back of your throat, he felt your mouth constrict slightly. You stroked what you couldn't put in your mouth before you worked your head up and down his length. Your hands and mouth working in tandem to wrack pleasure through him.

"Fuck," Steve groaned as he gripped your hair, hips unwillingly bucking into your mouth. "Doing so well, sweetheart. Taking me so well in that pretty little mouth of yours."

You tried to ignore how your own slick was dripping down your thigh as Steve praised you, stroking your cheek as you hollowed them.

"Shit, shit, shit...hold on, you're gonna make me blow," Steve gripped your hair to pull you back. You looked wrecked with tears in your eyes and saliva running down your chin.

Steve pushed you back onto the mattress as he kissed you, nose bumping into yours as he slotted himself messily.

"What's the rush?" Steve breathed as he grabbed his cock, stroking it up and down through your folds. "You're so fucking wet, sweetheart. Is that all for me?"

"Stevie..." you whimpered. "Need you now. Please, please, please."

You felt Steve grip the bedsheets beside your head as he listened to you beg him and let the words that you knew would push him right over the edge.

"Ruin me, Steve..."

It was all Steve could take before he sank into you with one hard thrust.

The sudden fullness in you made you gasp, a shiver zapping your body.

"Oh, shit," Steve groaned as he pressed hot, wet kisses on your neck. "So tight, honey. So good, so fucking good."

Steve only managed to stay still for a moment before he pulled out slowly and snapped his hips forward. You gripped his biceps tightly, moaning as you tried to match his rhythm.

Your entire body felt flush, heat building higher and higher every time Steve's thick cock pounded you. His hand slipped lower, thumb rubbing against your clit had you crying out loudly.

Steve was hellbent on making you cum first, it seemed. And your body wasn't used to pleasure being wrought out.

"You look so pretty takin' my cock, sweetheart," Steve moaned in your ear. "Such a good girl, takin' it so well. Wanna see you lose it. Want you to squeeze me tight."

"Fuck," you involuntarily swore, his praise making you light up. At this rate, you weren't going to last, and you were hellbent on having some semblance of control. "Steve..."

You could feel yourself losing it, and you immediately pushed on Steve's chest.

"What's—" Steve started to say, but you cut him off.

"I wanna cum on top," you told him, and he let you roll him over.

The momentary pause gave you enough to stave off your orgasm, and you mentally sighed in relief.

Fuck. Terrible sex with Henry didn't prepare you for this. You can't remember the last time someone made you cum. A part of you knew it could be good because at least Steve cared about those things for you. But you were determined on at least keeping your pleasure yours.

Being on top of Steve gave you more control over the movements as you began to ride him slowly.

"Oh, god," Steve screwed his eyes shut. "Baby, I need you to move faster."

"Feels so good, Steve..." you mumbled as your palms pressed against his chest.

You needed to make him cum first. Make him feel like you're falling over the edge together.

"You're hitting me so deep," you continue, watching the way his eyes fluttered. "So big. Want you to cum inside me and fill me all up."

"Sweetheart," he keened, his hips thrusting upwards as he grabbed your hips. "I'm gonna—"

"Me too," you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. "Let go with me."

You let out a deep moan into his mouth as you clenched over and over on Steve's cock. He thrust his lips against yours, groaning in the back of his throat as he came. The mess of fluids made it hard to tell whose was whose.

Still, Steve seemed to buy it as you slumped against him.

You could feel his cock steadily pumping in you before he softened slowly. Rolling you back onto the bed, he pulled out, drawing a soft moan from both of you.

"Let me clean you up," Steve pressed a tender kiss to your temple before he got up and walked to the washroom.

You were still catching your breath. There was an odd tension from your body, probably because you hadn't cum despite being so close.

It was uncomfortable, but you still felt a mild victory from being able to stave off your own orgasm.

The control was still yours.

Steve came out with a damp, warm towel and cleaned you up diligently.

"Do you need me to pick up some, um," Steve stuttered. "Plan B?"

You shook your head. "No, I have the IUD."

Steve merely nodded before he climbed into bed next to you, wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you close. He pressed kisses along your shoulder and back, and you sighed pleasantly.

"I love you," Steve said against your skin. "You're my best girl. Gonna keep you forever."

You turned in his arms, bringing your hand up to caress his cheekbone, watching his eyes flutter closed.

"I love you, too," you said with a small smile before you kissed his lips chastely. "Sweet dreams."

Steve muttered, "Sweet dreams," and allowed you to turn over once more before he pulled you as close as he could.

Steve fell asleep quickly after he had helped clean the mess between your thighs. He slept soundly, pressed up against your back, arms wrapped around you tightly and face into your shoulder.

You lay there on your side, staring into the dark. Your body felt warm, but you felt wound up, and you hated it. You hated Steve for dredging up emotions that you weren't even sure what they were. All you know is you hate what he was capable of doing to your body.

Hot tears welled in your eyes suddenly, and you closed your eyes quickly to keep them in. You took a deep breath in to calm yourself. You needed to control yourself. So close, you were so close.

Sleep wouldn't come easily to you, so you spent the night planning your next move—specifically what you were going to do when Henry was out of the picture.

If you wanted to be free, then you would have to turn Steve in.

What news it would be.

Captain America becoming so obsessed with you, he killed a wealthy businessman who disproved of him. Whatever happened to him after was none of your concern. As long as you stayed in the public's eye, he could never come close to you again.

You heard Steve sleepily mumble as he pulled you closer, intertwining your legs together. He was like a furnace, his body heat abnormally high, but you didn't mind.

You shifted back closer to him, your hand drifting to his over your stomach. You laced your fingers through his.

Steve was the same as the rest of them, you reminded yourself. And if you wanted to be free, then Steve couldn't have you either.

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"I'll call you," Steve smiled gently as he stroked your cheek and brushed his lips against your cheek. "We'll figure this out, don't stress too much, okay? I'll take care of it."

You nodded with a small smile as you leaned in to catch his lips in a chaste kiss. You could hear Steve sigh faintly in a pleased manner.

"Will you stop by my work tonight?" You asked.

Steve pursed his lip regretfully. "Probably not tonight, sweetheart. I need to stop by the Compound myself and get home to talk to Sharon."

You put on a guilty face, and Steve immediately caresses your brow, smoothing out the wrinkle.

"Hey, none of that," he tells you softly. "It's not your fault, you hear me? I can't help how I feel and it would've been over at some point anyway. I haven't felt anything for Sharon in a while."

"I'm sorry," you still pitifully say to him, and he merely presses another kiss to your temple.

"It'll be alright, just let me take care of it. Go on, now. I'm sure your mom is expecting you." Steve got out of the car and jogged around to your side to let you out.

You give him a smile, refraining from PDA.

You go through the gates, waving to Steve one last time, and heard his car drive away. You idly think about the morning. Steve had luckily woken up later than usual. You had narrowly staved off Steve's attempt for morning sex, citing you needed to get home immediately before your mum worried too much.

Henry should be gone to work, and you felt lucky to have the morning to relax.

As you got into the house, you found your mother awake, nursing what you'd assume was a mimosa and lazily watching TV.

"This early?" You pursed your lips disapprovingly at her, and she waves you off.

"It's brunch time, dear," she said, and you sigh.

"Did you have fun last night?" Your mum asked you, and you smiled at her.

"I did. It was wonderful, thanks for letting me stay out," you told her as you kissed the crown of her head.

"You should try to find more friends to stay out late with, you're so young still," your mum said without looking at you. "Tell me the next time you want to stay out. I'll let Henry know."

You don't say anything because it would be unlikely for Henry to ever let you stay out the night regularly.

You hummed noncommittally. "I'm going to head upstairs and sleep a little more."

"Okay, love you," your mum absently said.

"Love you too."

As you went upstairs and settled in your room, your phone began to ring. Recognizing the number, you smiled.

"Hey, got an update?" You asked as you sat on your bed. "Yeah? Perfect! Thank you so, so much. I'll transfer you the money."

When you got off the phone, you let out a sigh. There was so much to do left before you went to work. You let yourself rest for a couple of minutes before getting up and opening your laptop.

With Steve's birthday coming up in just about a month, you wanted to make sure everything was perfect.

Because if you could give him everything he wanted in one day, you could also take it all away the next.

And that would push Steve over the edge.

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You arrived to work early, sitting in the breakroom as you did your makeup tediously. Your eyes were rimmed red because of Henry when he came home.

He fucked you mercilessly in the backseat of his car before he dropped you off at work. You had been barely wet enough to endure his painful thrusts and harsh grips on your waist, let alone get anywhere close to coming.

It was over in less than five minutes, and Henry apologized after as he collapsed over you, breath heaving. He said it had just been too long since he had you. Before letting you out of his car, he gave you a necklace, as if knowing all along he would be too rough with you.

You smiled tightly as you thanked him. Once inside, you dropped his necklace in your purse to be forgotten.

Before you could do your eyeliner and mascara, you sat still, taking deep breaths in and out until you felt calm. After finishing your makeup, no one could even tell your eyes had been red in the first place.

"Hey, we're on a few minutes, you ready?" Jeff popped in and asked.

"Yeah," you turned and smiled at him, fixing the last strays of your hair.

"You sure have good friends," Jeff said with a smirk. "I don't have anyone who comes as often to watch me."

You tilted your head with confusion. "What do you mean?" You asked.

"Well," Jeff sighed. "I guess it's usually Steve."

You furrowed your brows. "Is Steve here?" You asked, but you were sure that he wouldn't be. After all, he must be fighting with Sharon right now.

Jeff shook his head. "No, no. It's one of the other ones. Shit, what was her name?" Jeff held his chin in deep thought before his eyes lighted up. "Oh, right! Wanda!"

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Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You were trying to keep yourself calm and your mind empty, but it was hard when you were freaking the fuck out. You still sang like nothing was wrong, but your fingers were trembling.

Right at one of the front tables sat Wanda Maximoff all alone. She wore a red jumpsuit with an opaque white shawl to cover her arms. You couldn't read her expression, mostly because she sat leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed as if she were enjoying your singing.

When the show ended, you made your usual rounds for tips, and as you stopped by hers, she slid $100 across the table at you.

"You sing beautifully," she complimented, and you smiled nervously.

"Thanks," you said. "It's good to see you again."

You were about to leave again, not even bothering to ask her why she was here alone because you really did not want to know.

"Come sit with me when you're done your shift," Wanda invited you, but you knew it was non-negotiable.

"It'll be a while," you told her, hoping to deter her.

Wanda quirked her eyebrow at you. "I'll be here."

You gave a stiff nod before you went on your way again. You went much slower, only prolonging the inevitable. True to Wanda's word, she did remain seated at the table the entire time, managing to keep herself occupied on her phone and sipping on a cocktail.

Briefly, just for a moment, you wondered if you could just sneak out, but as if Wanda heard your thoughts, she looked up at you.

Accepting defeat, though no less worried, you wiped your sweaty palm on your dress as you made your way and sat down across from her.

"Hi," you said nervously.

Wanda nodded.

Silence draped over the two of you, and it only served to make you more anxious. Wanda appraised you slowly, her eyes tracing your face and going down your entire body before the table covered it.

"You're nervous," she commented.

You don't say anything.

Wanda adjusted herself to lean back in her seat as she crossed her legs and arms over her chest. "I was quite curious when I met you yesterday. It's not often that outsiders make it into our group."

"Outsiders...?" You muttered feebly.

"Civilians," Wanda clarified. "As friends, is what Steve wants to call it."

You're not really sure what to make of what Wanda is saying. You have no idea what she wants from you. All you know is that she thinks you're an outsider. Therefore, you say nothing.

"You know," Wanda started. "At the party, Steve came to find me. He asked what I thought about you—if I could provide any insight on your worries. I'm sure you're aware of what my powers are, the Accords made them public, after all."

You bristled. Was she threatening you? You wondered immediately what she had told Steve. It couldn't have been anything bad because he had slept with you still last night.

Wanda watches you squirm, and her lips give a small upwards quirk.

"I told him I couldn't read anything from you. Silent as if you had a mental shield," Wanda confessed, and your body relaxed immediately, shoulders slumping. "I lied to him. I saw everything."

You almost wanted to scream. Wanda was yanking your chain, and she was getting a kick out of it.

"Why are you here?" You bit out at her. "What do you want from me?"

Wanda didn't reply to you immediately, she merely held your gaze, and now you know it was because she was probably reading your thoughts. She was probably looking at how you were using Steve, your thoughts as you slept with him.

You hated it, but you knew there was nothing you could do.

"Truthfully, I just want to understand you," Wanda finally spoke slowly.

"Understand me...?" You repeated back to her confusedly.

Wanda nodded. She finally uncrossed her body as she leaned forward. Her body language open made you relax.

"You know, within our group, I'm everyone's worst and favorite teammate," Wanda rested her head in her hand. "No one's secret is safe from me but their secrets are also safe with me."

You stared at Wanda, simply letting the other girl talk.

"Not many of us are as good as you think," Wanda revealed, and you couldn't help but focus on how soft her voice was with her accent. It was slight, obviously slowly going away, but still there. "Except for Vision, all of us have a darkness in us that will never go away."

You swallowed. Wanda had looked away when she said it but then looked back at you.

"I know why you approached Steve," she said. "I know what your stepfather is doing to you."

You're not sure what it was. Maybe it was the fact that what was happening to you was acknowledged aloud, but it immediately made your eyes sting and your breath hitch.

"You could've gone to the Avengers for help," she said softly, and the words made you irrationally angry.

"Don't pretend to know what I'm going through—"

"Don't assume," Wanda cut you off sharply. She swallowed, taking a deep breath as if to calm herself. "I understand more than you think."

Your heart sank at her words. By god, you hoped she hadn't meant Vision was...was...

No.

You saw them at the party. Wanda had never looked more enamored by someone when she looked at her boyfriend. She also just said Vision may be the only truly good person on their team.

But you couldn't imagine someone on the team hurting her like that.

You would never know, and Wanda didn't seem like she was going to tell you.

But it was enough. To know that Wanda understood was enough.

"I'm on your side but I don't think you've thought through your little plan," Wanda continued.

"Why?" You asked, your voice croaking. "Why are you on my side?"

"Because I understand," Wanda merely repeated. "And because I like Steve. I think you're what Steve needs to stay happy."

You couldn't help the snort that came out of your mouth. "If what you're saying is true, then we both know what darkness he's capable of. You think he's that much better than my stepfather?"

"I think at the very least, he could make you come," Wanda said dryly, and you grimaced.

"I'm not saying Steve is good," Wanda redirected. "I think if you were to admit it to yourself, you don't want good either."

"Why not?" You sneered. "If you understand me and you're with Vision, don't I deserve a love that is good too?"

"I didn't say anything about what you deserve," Wanda cocked her brow. "I'm saying that people like us aren't naive in understanding what we need from love. Vision may be good but I have my own ways of keeping him. He's what I need. Could you imagine yourself with someone like him? Someone who goes on and on about the greater good and puts everyone else's needs before your own?"

You knew the answer to that immediately, and so did Wanda.

"No, you don't," Wanda said aloud for you. "You don't want someone who would sacrifice everything for everyone else. You want someone who would sacrifice the world for you."

"Steve would never," you shook your head. "He's Captain America. Everything about him is for the world."

"I wouldn't underestimate Steve," Wanda tilted her head. "He has a talent for getting everything he wants."

You don't say anything because you don't want to be swayed from your plans—swayed into another cage that is Steve.

Wanda could see your stubbornness and sighed. "Alright, then I'll make you a deal. I can make Steve stay away and get back together with Sharon if you leave him now and before you make him cross any lines. In return, I'll handle your problem instead."

You were stunned.

"You would..." you didn't want to say it out loud in public. But she would kill Henry for you if you just left Steve alone?

"Sure," Wanda smiled lightly. "I can make it all go away easily if you want me to." As if to emphasize her point, her eyes glowed red briefly before returning to normal.

You...you didn't know. Your plan was your plan. Despite what Wanda said, you felt like you had meticulously thought it through. Could you risk believing in Wanda and giving up Steve?

"I'll give you time to think about it," Wanda told you and put up two fingers. "Two weeks and that's all."

That seemed like such little time to determine your future, you thought wryly.

"That's all the time you have before you make Steve cross a line for you. You think I don't know about your little fiancé he has locked up in a cell outside the city? You don't have much time before Steve either decides to let him go or get rid of him." Wanda slid her napkin across the table, and you looked down to see her number scrawled on her.

"Text me when you decide what you want," Wanda gave you a tiny smirk as if she knew something. Without another word, she slid out of the booth and left.

You stayed at the table, staring at the napkin.

Was this an out?

Or was it a trap?

Were you confident you could still escape Steve after, or should you risk trusting Wanda?

You bit your lip.

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Steve's jaw was clenched tightly.

"You can't be," Steve sneered while Sharon held her chin up in a miffed manner.

"I am," she confirmed as she held up the pregnancy test stick with two lines. "Last month when we slept together, don't you remember? I think the condom broke."

Steve tried to recall the last time they slept together, but he can't remember if the condom broke. It might've been possible. He usually threw the condom out in the trashcan next to his nightstand while Sharon would go to the washroom after.

"We're going to the Compound tomorrow. I'll ask Bruce to run tests."

"I'm going away for a month starting tomorrow for work," Sharon gritted out.

"Fine," Steve snapped. "But this doesn't change anything, Sharon. I still want to break up. I'll pay child support and we can work out an agreement for custody."

"Seriously, Steve?" Sharon's eyes widened in disbelief. "We're having a fucking child together and you still want to leave me for some stupid fling?"

"She's NOT a fling," Steve growled, heat spreading through his body. "I'm in love with her, Sharon. I haven't felt anything for you in a long time. I'd still break up with you eventually even if she wasn't involved."

"Oh, please," Sharon rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "I know exactly how you are, Steve. If she didn't come into our lives, you would've stayed with me forever. You're too cowardly to ever be alone."

"Watch it," Steve glared at her as he packed his things. "Let's try to be civil if you really are pregnant."

"If?" Sharon scoffed. "You want me to be civil towards a man who has cheated on me and is leaving me after knocking me up? We'll see if you really have the guts to leave when I file for full custody."

"Sharon—" Steve started to raise his voice but then took a deep calming breath. "We're not going to talk about this now. The apartment is yours. I'll come by to collect the rest of my things while you're away."

Steve didn't allow much room for Sharon to say anything else as he zipped up his duffle bag and walked out the door. Strapping the bag to the back of his motorcycle, he put on his helmet and quickly drove off.

Shit, he thought. He wondered if Sharon was telling the truth—if she was really pregnant. Steve had always wanted a family at some point in his life. It had been a mere distant, vague dream while with Sharon. But ever since meeting you, the idea of a child would make him throb all over. He knew you had the IUD, so there would be time before starting a family. But the fact he could picture it so clearly was just another sign for him that you were the one.

Steve would be staying at the Compound for a while. He supposed he should look for a new apartment as soon as possible. His heart raced at the thought of asking you to move in with him. He wondered how you'd take the news regarding Sharon's pregnancy. Steve wondered how you were with children in general.

Before going to the Compound, Steve realized he should probably go see Blake. He stopped by a nearby diner to get food to go.

When he stepped into the facility, he could hear Blake.

"Please...please let me go..." Blake bemoaned before he saw Steve and jumped up. "Where have you been?! YOU LEFT ME HERE WITHOUT FOOD OR WATER FOR A WHOLE DAY."

"Settle down, Blake," Steve said calmly as he dropped the food through the sliding hole at the bottom of the door. "It's only been a day, but that was my bad."

"Please tell me you've looked into Henry and I can go," Blake grabbed the food, tearing at the container. He stuffed his face and drank the water aggressively.

"I've met the man," Steve conceded. "I'm still gathering intel. There was something I wanted to ask you."

"What?" Blake said with his mouth full.

"I know that you were allowed your own...indiscretions while seeing her. But what was supposed to happen after you got married? Did Henry say you had to stop?"

Blake seemed to think for a moment before shaking his head. "Henry never said anything of the sort, but we never got that far in marital discussions since it didn't seem like we were going to get married for at least another year and a half. All I know is that he said he would arrange it and buy us a house close by."

Steve nodded. "Just hang on a little longer, Blake," Steve smiled. "I promise it'll be over soon."

Blake pursed his lips, looking like he wanted to beg some more to be let go but knew there was no point. He merely sat there and finished his food before returning to his bed. "Could you at least bring me some books or something I can watch movies on? I need something to do or I'm going to go crazy."

Steve nodded. "I'll be back tomorrow morning."

With that, Steve left, his mind whirring around.

From the sounds of it, it seemed your stepfather had no interest in making Blake stop sleeping around even after getting married. And buying a house for them close by? Seemed strange.

Steve recalled you saying something about how your father wanted to do business with Tony. Perhaps he can ask Tony for a favor.

Pulling out his phone, he sent a text.

Steve: Hey Tones, you up?

Tony: When am I not? What can I do for you, Capsicle?

Steve: Heading to the Compound right now. Sharon and I split. Wondering if we could have a chat.

Tony: I'll bring out the good shit, but please do not expect a heart-to-heart from me.

Steve rolled his eyes.

Steve: I think I'll manage without that as well. It's not about the breakup anyway.

Tony: Perfect then! I'm in my workroom.

After that, Steve checked his messages and felt his heart warm.

You: I hope things went okay for you. Text me when you can 💕

He smiled.

Steve: Nothing I can't handle. Missing you, though. You free tomorrow? I was thinking we can spend some time together at the Compound in the evening. I can come grab you.

The text back was instant.

You: Of course! I'm supposed to have dinner with my stepfather at Le Bernardin. Come grab me after?

Steve: Sure, just shoot me a text. Get some rest, sweetheart.

You: Sweet dreams, handsome 🥰

Steve let out a small, content sigh before he started up his bike. He should probably talk to Bucky too and tell him to back off and that you were his and his alone.

Part VIII

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Rivalry Put To Rest

Pairing - Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Arranged marriages (non of that under age like child marriages though fuck that yuck, these are obviously of age adults i just really wanna make that clear jesus), praise kink, modern AU, just lovely soft sex with my favorite man :'^).

Word Count - 2.4k

Other Comments - Dude it’s been so long since ive actually written anything im so sorry. But i couldn't resist writing this. I know i promised xiao but he will come in time. This is a little bit of a slow burn, or at least the sex doesnt start right away lol i want this to be nice and soft. P.s. youre on birth control so dont worry about no condom lol.

You did not like this idea. Why your parents were still forcing you into this was beyond you seeing as how you were a fully grown ass adult. You just couldn’t stomach the disappointment you would be seen as in their eyes. You were the daughter to the CEO of one of the most well known Law Firms in Teyvat. Zhongli was the son of another CEO who controlled your Rival company. Yours's and his parents wanted to finally settle the bad blood between the firms by having the two of you get married. You knew damn well the benefits of doing this was, god forbid if your Fathers firm went underwater, you would still be secure with Zhongli as your husband.

It’s not that you didn’t like Zhongli, and he certainly was not ugly; you just couldn’t stand your freedom to choose who you really wanted to marry being ripped from you. It was non negotiable though, so you had to go through with it. Zhongli didn’t seem to mind at all, he thoroughly enjoyed his very brief moments he had with you before, and was frankly excited to get more of those moments. He just hoped you didn’t resent him or blame him for this.

You both of course had an extravagant wedding, why would you not when your family was one of the wealthiest in Teyvat. You were grateful to your parents for letting you invite a few of your friends, and it seemed Zhongli had done the same. There was almost like a crowd formed around you two at the after party, you talking to your friends, and him with his. Zhongli had offered you his arm to hold onto, but you politely declined, feeling that even just holding his arm was too intimate for you.

“Already trouble in paradise for the two lovebirds?” One of Zhongli’s friends had chuckled, a red head with a stupidly smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as you shot a look at him. Your friend Ningguang frowned, turning to look at your now husband.

“Control your dog, Mr. Zhongli.” You let out a chuckle, when you heard Zhongli’s friend scoff.

After a while, it was customary for the newlyweds to go on their honeymoon; so after a couple of hours you had to bid farewell to your friends and family. You approached the jet the two of you would be taking, with Zhongli carrying the luggage not far behind. You went ahead and boarded, while your new husband spoke with the pilot and the crew, sighing to yourself.

“Come on (y/n) suck it up, this honeymoon will be over sooner than you know it.” You mumbled to yourself, settling into the high class jet.

“Did you say something (y/n)?” You jumped, not expecting to hear Zhongli’s voice. “Ah.. My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.” You sighed and shook your head, waiving your hand to dismiss the apology.

“You’re fine Zhongli, I’m just… Nervous is all.” He hummed in response, nodding as he settled himself into the jet.

“I understand (y/n), I really do apologize about this being thrusted into your lap. I know this isn’t the ideal circumstances for a young woman to go through.” You nodded, glad that he understood your hesitance to the situation. Zhongli really wasn’t a bad guy.

“It’s really not your fault Zhongli, I understand you probably had no more say in it than I.” You gave him a reassuring smile, the first genuine smile to grace his line of sight. Without noticing he found himself smiling back, relieved that you didn’t see him with any contempt. A comfortable silence settled, as the jet took off towards your destination.

It wasn’t a long flight, and along the way you were able to make small talk, slowly learning more about Zhongli. After two short hours, you felt the jet jump slightly against the ground before steadying itself on the runway. After a few more moments, you both departed, Zhongli once again handling the luggage, leaving your side to retrieve it.

Before you knew it, you were at the house you would be staying at for your honeymoon. It sat on a beautiful beach side shore, with a large open patio looking out over the ocean. By the time you guys had arrived it was already around 10:00 o’clock at night, so the crescent moon was high in the sky as you both stepped out onto the patio. The moon and stars gleamed against the inky black water, with the rhythmic beating of the waves lulling you both into a comfortable silence. You stood next to your husband and finally for the first time that night, actually took in his face.

The light of the scenery exposed the beauty Zhongli held in his face, the pale light bouncing off his cheekbones and illuminating his golden irises as he looked out over the sea. He must’ve felt you staring because moments later those golden eyes were locked on yours.

“Do you like the scenery (y/n)?” You gave a quick nod before ducking away from his gaze, a red flush rising to your face. You heard him chuckle for a moment before shifting.

“I know what is customary to happen on our honeymoon, and I do not want you to feel pressured to fulfill that part of our relationship.” You flushed even more as you suddenly found the pattern of the wood to be very interesting. You had completely forgot that sex was usually something people did on honeymoons. It seemed normal, because generally the people who get married have had a relationship before this so nothing felt awkward about the topic. Obviously that wasn't the case in this situation, but there was something in you that kind of wanted to. Something in you that felt comfortable enough with him to do it, you already trusted him which shocked you. What if he wasn’t though? What if he was uncomfortable with the thought of having sex with you right now which is why he brought it up so suddenly?

“Thank you Zhongli, you’re too kind. You’ve truly been so understanding through this entire thing.” You looked back up to him finally, and found a gentle smile on his face. He nodded and hummed before turning back to the house.

“We should probably get to bed, it’s already fairly late.” You nodded, pulling out your phone to check the time. You both walked about into the house together. “There is another room down the hall from the master bedroom if you don’t want to sleep in the same bed. It’s smaller so I could always take it.” There he goes, being considerate and kind; handling your thoughts and feelings like glass that would break any second. You remained silent for a moment contemplating on what he had said, before gently shaking your head.

“No, no, it’s fine. I want to share the bed with you.” You smiled up at him, and he looked almost surprised with your willingness, but the shock didn’t last for long before he smiled back at you and nodded; offering you his arm to hold on to, which you shakily took. You both reached the bedroom, where he had placed all of your guy's luggage before letting you go to retrieve your sleeping clothes as he did the same. You went into the bathroom, to give yourself and him some privacy before slowly re-entering. Zhongli was in a pair of brown silk pants with golden accents and a black short sleeve shirt. Your eyes met each other, and Zhongli smiled when he saw you.

“I know that these were unideal circumstances to get married, but I’m happy it is you who is my spouse. I can only hope you think the same of me, and that at some point you can genuinely feel connected to me.” You blushed as he said this, genuinely taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. You feel bad for dreading and almost resenting Zhongli when you were first notified about the engagement, once finding out just how compassionate and caring the man before you was. Slowly, the two of you made your way into the large king sized bed. There was a large gap between the two of you, large enough to comfortably fit another person. Your mind raced a mile a minute trying to decide whether or not you should scoot in a little closer to the man next to you.

And so you did, without taking another moment to think about it you shifted closer to Zhongli until your side gently pressed against his. You felt Zhongli stiffen beside you for a brief moment, and for a split second you regretted scooting in; that was until you felt him roll over onto his side and wrap a strong arm around your torso. You could really take in Zhongli’s scent like this and you noticed that he smelled like amber rum, chestnuts, and a hint of vanilla. It wrapped you in a warmth that lulled you into a comforting silence as the two of you laid together like this.

You rolled onto your side, letting Zhongli’s arm now rest against your waist. Your noses were almost touching as the two of you stared into each other's eyes. You saw his eyes dart down to your lips for the briefest of seconds, letting yourself do the same.

“Zhongli…” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?” You saw Zhongli’s eyes widen as his gorgeous eyes met yours, not expecting you to ask him that.

“I would love nothing more… Darling.” You flushed at the mild pet name, before softly placing your lips onto his. It felt as time skidded to a halt, as the two of you moved against each other with the grace of a slow dance. Soon enough it became heated, as you changed positions and straddled his hips. You could feel his boner pressing against you through his pants, and it made warmth bloom in your chest.

“You really want to do this right? You don’t feel pressured my dear?” You smiled at Zhongli’s questions, nodding before he could get another one out. It felt good to be so concerned about, so doted over.

“Yes Zhongli, I really want to do this with you. I trust you.” This time it was Zhongli’s turn to flush, an elegant smile gracing his lips. Before long, the both of you were out of your sleeping clothes and back on top of one another. Your back was to the silken bed sheets, as Zhongli was on top of you lining his hard cock up with your eager pussy. Zhongli gave you one last look before slowly entering you inch by inch. To say he was huge would be an understatement, so he knew he had to take it slow with you so as to not hurt you in any way. Zhongli needed this to be a good experience with you, he would never forgive himself if he hurt you or made this unenjoyable in any way at all.

The noises you were making and the way your hands were clawing at his back reassured him that he was doing everything right so far, always stopping after pushing in a few inches to give you time to adjust. Without thinking, Zhongli's mouth just started moving as words spilled out.

“You’re doing so good for me my angel, you’re taking me so well. You’re too good for me.” With the praise spilling out of Zhongli’s mouth, you couldn’t help but unleash a flurry of loud moans, as he bottomed out. He stood still for a couple moments, making sure you were nice and comfortable, until he felt you trying to move against him; trying to get him to move in and out of you.

“If you were ready for me to move, all you needed to do was ask my gem.” You let out a whine like moan, that evolved into a guttural groan when he finally started to thrust in and out of you. Your nails raked across his skin, surely leaving marks for you to admire after this was all said and done. He wasn’t skipping out on the marks either, as he sucked and bit at your skin, still throwing out praise every time his mouth left your skin. His fingers dug into your hips, as he sped up. He just couldn’t help himself, your wet quivering pussy just felt way too good wrapped around him; sucking him in every time he pulled out.

“I can’t believe it took us getting into an arranged marriage to finally meet, my god where have you been all my life.” Zhongli had begun to groan, obviously getting close to tipping over the edge, with the way his thrusts continued to get sloppier every so often. You moaned in response, too blissed out of your mind to form actual words. Zhongli’s head fell against your shoulder, his ebony black hair hanging off his shoulders.

With a few more strokes, Zhongli had both of you tumbling over the edge and cumming in unison. All that could be heard in your room was the quiet crashing of waves and the combined panting of the both of you. After a few moments of Zhongli getting his breath back he tumbled down next to you, sweaty shoulders touching. A couple seconds of silence passed before you spoke up in a raspy broken voice.

“It took us so long because I’m technically your rival.” You were giggling slightly, when Zhongli let out a loud chuckle.

“I guess you are right my dear, but now we are joined together. And I cannot wait to see what comes of our joining.”

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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— “SHARING IS CARING + DABI/TOUYA TODOROKI.” ft. shoto todoroki.

author’s note(s): i havent written in days bc ive been working on other things but here’s this bc i am a whore. btw reader and shoto are third years/18 in this so hold onto your wigs lol.

warning(s): mdni, 18+. smut, dark content, dub-con, manipulation, cheating, choking, breath play, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyerism kinda, corruption!kink, virginity loss, degradation. characters aged up to 18. fem!reader.

touya todoroki has always been better than his brothers, at everything. praised from a young age for his powerful abilities, handsome face and charming smile— touya is the todoroki family’s prized gem. the favourite, prodigy son. the one who always gets what he wants. of course, until precious shoto todoroki arrives.

shoto, the undeniably gorgeous boy with dual chrome eyes and hair to match— an aloofness about him that draws everyone in, especially at school where he excels and wears himself at the top of his class in U.A academy. now; he’s everyone’s favourite boy, endeavour’s, his mother’s and yours. you, the sweet and innocent little girl who lives about two blocks away. the whole neighbourhood knows who you are, the apples of your cheeks stretched into a darling smile, that’s sometimes etched with an air of shyness when someone compliments you on how pretty you are.

you have doe eyes that watch shoto with such awe because you’re so impressed by what he can do, because you love how kindly he treats you and how he protects you from hungry stares belonging to others. touya finds your innocence annoying; the first time his younger brother brings you for dinner. the way you stutter over your words when speaking with rei or enji and how hide behind shoto whenever the eldest enters the room.

but you’re nice to look at, he can see why his pest of a younger sibling keeps you around. does shoto realise how far your skirt rides up over your ass whenever you bend over? how your thighs resembling pillows spill over the tops of your school socks? and how your lips are always so bitten and cherry red— everything about you is so fuckable.

and like i said, touya todoroki always gets what he wants.

“i’m better than him, aren’t i sweetness? you like the way this cock fucks you. c’mon, tell me how good i make you feel.”

touya doesn’t really need an answer, especially when it’s unlikely that he’ll get one from you. pretty little girl, sweet ass up in the air and raw from the onslaught of spanks he’d given you earlier. your cunt shines with a slickness he so proudly knows that he’s caused and your hole puckers around nothing— so eager to be filled by the eldest todoroki’s cock. “t-touya, need you. p-please...” you babble, clawing at his black linen sheets, already stained with nectar from your leaky cunny.

oh you’re so good, so nice for him when you’re fucked dumb and on the edge of frustration— you say just what he wants to hear, so eager to please that you’d beg him for days if it meant you’d get your pussy abused and used. “that’s right little girl, you need me, right? ‘cause lil sho can’t take you the way i do. you need me to show you what it’s like to feel good.”

touya lives for the way your hips jump back from just his dirty words alone, clit pushing deliciously against the tip of his length— you’re so cute when you want it. when you wanna be fucked by an older, more experienced dick. you know that touya has what shoto doesn’t. you know you can always rely on him to make you cum when shoto can’t.

any decent older brother would feel bad for taking advantage of his sibling’s girl, but touya has a point to prove. he’ll always be the better todoroki, he knows that, especially when his burning cock sinks into your tight hole— the one that welcomes him into your velvet walls, so perfectly carved into the shape of him.

a drawn out and gargled whine bubbles in the back of your throat, the stretch making your eyes roll so far back into your head touya would have thought you’d passed out, it wouldn’t have been the first time either.

oh no, he remembers the way he’d made your fleshy thighs quiver and your meek voice turn to screams when he’d taken you in the bathroom across the hall from shoto’s bedroom the first time you stayed the night. or the time that he’d cornered you in the kitchen while you made a study snack for you and your boyfriend, carelessly flipping your skirt up and creaming in your virgin cunt until all you could say were mindlessly repeats of his name. touya. his name always sounded so pretty against jumbled words that slid across your tongue.

that one time in the kitchen, touya had sent you back to shoto’s room with your pink lace panties full of his pungent seed and had listened to shoto fuck it deeper inside of you later that night when you let the younger take you for the first time. touya wonders if his little brother truly believes he was lucky enough to take your virginity or if he knows how much of a whore you are for the eldest, white haired sibling. possession flares in his chest at the very thought, making him plunge himself into the deepest parts of you while you quiver like a little bitch below him.

his piercings drag up and down your gummy walls, friction causing you to drool amongst the pillows that you drown in. touya’s large hand pushes down on the small of your back, shaping your body into an uncomfortable arch— you whimper but don’t complain. taking his dick like you should, accepting him like you should. his balls, oh so heavy with cum, slap against your cheeks while your juices paint his tummy from how much you leak and the lewd sounds fill the air so loud, there’s no doubt poor little shoto todoroki can hear it through the walls.

“sweetness, you’re so bad— sneaking off to let your boyfriend’s big brother make you scream. you’re just a slut for the todoroki dick...aren’t ya? you’d probably let nat in on it too...” touya slurs, drooling at the way your backside bounces with every slam of his hips into you.

“n-no-! no... ‘m not a slut...not a—!” you squeal pathetically, barely able to finish your sentence as touya shoves your face into the sheets harshly— deep chuckle reverberating in his chest as he presses it to your sweaty back.

you still yourself, taking all what he gives to you even if it means you can barely breathe. the eldest todoroki lifts a hand to knock on the thin walls separating him from his little brother; words coming out as breathless as he thrusts into you deeper, harder, faster— abusing your barely prepped hole. “ya’hear that sho, yur lil angel’s not as innocent as you think; she’d let all of us fuck her if we asked nicely...” the way he speaks about you is mean; it could make you cry but all you do in response is clamp down on the man above you and suck him in deeper, selfishly just like he’d taught you. he smirks with pride at how much your cunt lives for him, at how his little brother is getting the show of his life time— probably jerking off to the sounds of his girl getting railed but someone who isn’t him.

touya’s hips stutter and he cums inside you with a shout, thick ropes of his hot seed spraying against your walls and seeping between your puffy folds. ringed fingers find your clit, drawing circles into them until you tip over the edge and tumble into your own release, clamping down so hard that you draw blanks from your boyfriend’s older brother. the way you twitch after touya’s emptied himself inside you, letting him press down on the sweet bulge at your tummy so his cum leaks out— almost makes him want to brush the hair away from your face and kiss you, but he remains objective— treating you as proof that he will always be the superior sibling.

when he’s pulled out of you and helped you to shaky legs to leave— he watched the regret wash over your innocent features like it always does when he’s made a woman out of you. “tell my little brother i said; sharing is caring, sweetness.” touya asks of you oh-so-kindly, revelling in the way your bottom trembles and a fresh set of tears well in your bambi eyes.

what? he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t mean to make you cry, but that would defeat the purpose if he was telling the truth.

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darkmulti · 3 years

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King of Hell

BTS

Series : part 1

Pairing: demon!Jungkook x human!Female Reader x demon!Taehyung x demon!Jimin

Genre: Angst & Smut

Word Count: 4.3K

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! READ WARNINGS CAREFULLY!

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A/N: SHAIWJW, IVE BEEN “WRITING” THIS FIC SINCE LAST YEAR, HOLY FUCK. Anyways I hope you enjoy this shitty story:)

These are the warnings for the entire series!! This is a dark fanfic that is not meant for everyone! If these warnings trigger you, please leave!!

Smut Warning(s): multiple smuts, cockwarming, face slapping, saliva kink, thigh riding, humiliation, heavy degradation, dacryphilia kink, threesome, anal, blowjob, somnophilia kink, mirror sex, choking, spanking, hair pulling, rough sex, mix of ddlg, sleep sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, begging, small bits of praising, marking, fear kink, cum shots, cum eating

Other Warning(s): possessive!Jungkook, blood, murder, torture, physical abuse, Stockholm Syndrome, submissive reader

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THIS FIC CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong. But did she care?

No.

The girl laid supine on her boss's desk, sore legs bound around his torso, caging him in. His hand gently kneads her sensitive breast, earning soft moans from her. She grabbed his tie and tugged on it until he leaned down and passionately kissed her. The man gently pulled her up and swiftly wrapped his shapely arms around her body. She pulled away first, eager to catch her breath.

The excessive tension in the overheated room was unbearable. Her head remained low in embarrassment while her boss burned her with his gaze. To break up the tension, she awkwardly clears her throat and hops off his desk. For some reason, she desperately wanted to apologize but stopped herself. From what she remembers, her boss was undressing her with his eyes, so she let him have it. Deciding she’s not going to apologize, she frantically pulled up her skirt and opened the door to leave.

However, her boss was faster than her and instantly closed it again. He cupped her cheeks and attempted to kiss her again, but she stepped away. “I’m sorry, Dr. Kim. It’s getting late and my apartment is far from here, so I better get going. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Taehyung scowled at her. It was insulting to him. No one has ever rejected his touch. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and flung her onto his desk. She groaned in pain, protecting her injured side. Taehyung clutched her face and attached his lips onto hers, kissing her like it was his last time. She instinctively kicked her legs at him, but that made him more belligerent.

“Stop! Leave me alone!” She yelled, throwing her hands against his chest, trying to get him off. Unfortunately, she was no match for him. Taehyung pinned her down without a struggle and pulled her skirt down again. “I tried being nice, princess. But now you’ve gotten on my nerves.” He growled, forcing his cock in, despite her screaming at him to stop.

A sadistic smirk appears on his face as he picks up his pace. His warm cock fitted inside of her perfectly. It was like they were made for each other. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying the feeling to the fullest. While Taehyung was on cloud nine, the girl was bawling her eyes out underneath him. “T- Taehyung! Stop! It h- hurts!” She sobbed uncontrollably, breath hitching. Her vision started to blur as she felt her energy drain out of her writhing body. She's never endured this much pain.

Taehyung grunts as he pushes himself forward one last time before cumming in her. “Fuck! You feel so good, baby.” He leaned down and licked her tears away. He then created a trail of hickeys along her jawline, down to her collar bone. “How about another round, babe?”

“No, no! Please, no! It hurts!” She hiccuped, putting her hands together. “Please, Dr. Kim. I’ll do anything except for this! I c- can give you money… if you’d like.” Taehyung couldn’t help himself. Watching her beg for mercy was a turn on. “I don’t need your filthy money, slut. Now stay still or else you're fired.”

He ruthlessly entered in again. She let out a painful whimper but didn’t dare to move because her job was on the line. Taehyung held her hips down and quickened his pace. The helpless girl was fighting off the urge to push him away with all her remaining strength. Soon enough, her legs trembled on their own as ripples of forced pleasure went through her body. More tears gathered in her fearful eyes. A minute passed, she was still sprawled on his desk, catching her breath. “C- can I pl- please leave now?” She faintly whispered, on the verge of passing out.

Taehyung pulled her ragged skirt up then pulled her upright. He moved her hair out of her face and tenderly caressed her cheek, admiring her face. “You won’t tell anyone about this, understand?” She sobbed but nodded her head. “Good… get your stuff, I’ll drive you home.”

“No, sir. It’s okay. I’ll call a taxi. You can go home.” Taehyung’s eyes darkened. He grabbed her neck and squeezed it. “You’re making me repeat myself, Y/N. You out of all people should know how much I hate doing that. Now for the last time, get your shit and I’ll drive you home.” He took a step back and followed her to her office. She quickly grabbed her purse and jacket, then they both headed out.

The car ride home was silent. She didn't dare to speak a word. Not after what he did to her. All she could do is keep her head down and play with the hem of her shirt. Taehyung glanced over at her here and there, but he too didn’t speak a word. He looked in his rear view mirror and spotted his best friend sitting in the back, staring at “his” girl. “Keep your eyes off of her. She’s already taken, Jungkook.”

Y/N flinched when Taehyung started talking. “Huh? Are you talking to me?” She asked, confused. Red flags were popping up but she couldn’t exactly jump onto the highway. She bit down on her lip and waited for a response. “Took you a while to detect my presence, Taehyung. I thought you could do better.” She immediately turned around and saw a man sitting in the middle seat, legs spread apart. His long, jet-black hair almost veiled his eyes, and he was covered in tattoos. “Who the hell are you?!” She slightly yells, clearly startled by the man. “I wouldn’t raise my voice if I were you, sweetheart. Anyone who disrespects me will regret it for the rest of their life and afterlife.” Jungkook mockingly said, confusing the girl even more. She turned to Taehyung for an explanation, but he simply rested his hand on her thigh. “Calm down, angel. I won’t let him hurt you.”

“Bold of you to say that, Taehyung. You really think you can take me on?” Jungkook challenged.

“To keep her by my side, I’d knock you over without hesitation.” Taehyung said with a dull expression on his face.

“Don’t tell me you have feelings for this girl. Man, you keep letting me down. First living in the mortal world and now, falling in love. What’s next? Marriage? Family planning? Pathetic, Kim Taehyung. If Jimin were here, he’d be laughing his ass off.”

“If you have nothing nice to say, leave. I thought you didn’t enjoy the mortal world.”

“I don’t, I just wanted to see what my dearest friend is up to. I’m astonished, however. You managed to keep that unpleasant side of yours a secret.”

Taehyung glanced at his girl. Her face was pale and if you looked closely, she was shaking. Taehyung stroked her thigh in a soothing manner, signinally her to calm down. Out of fear, she clings to Taehyung’s hand tightly. This didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook. He sensed her fear the moment she sat in the car. He enjoyed watching her crumble apart in the passenger seat. She looked vulnerable and afraid, he wanted to ruin her innocent looking face.

“Stop gawking at my girlfriend, Kook. Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“No, I actually don’t. Next month, I’ll be announced king, but until then, I’ll hang around you and this lovely princess.”

From that point on, Taehyung knew he couldn’t leave her alone. If he did, Jungkook would 100% hurt her or even worse, mark her as his own. Jungkook’s one selfish bastard. He will always put himself before others. Taehyung immediately knew Jungkook was attracted to her; he could tell just by observing the way Jungkook looked at her. But he wasn’t going to let Jungkook have her too. Originally, Taehyung was supposed to be king, but Jungkook was stubborn and wanted to fight for the title. Taehyung didn’t want to fight his best friend, so he willingly surrendered.

30 minutes later, he finally arrived at her apartment. She quietly thanked Taehyung for the ride, then got out. However, Taehyung turned off his engine and got out of his car. “I’m staying with you tonight.” Without question, she nodded her head and grabbed Taehyung’s hand. She was terrified of what was going on. Of course she wanted an explanation, but Taehyung seemed to be protecting her. Therefore, she thought it’d be the best to stay with him until she knows exactly what’s going on.

She opened her apartment door and set her purse and jacket on the table. “I’m gonna go shower… Make yourself at home... I guess.” She mumbled the last part and headed to her bathroom until Taehyung stopped her. “Mind if I join?” Taehyung hinted he needed to talk to her so she said yes. Meanwhile, Jungkook plopped down on the couch with his arm behind his head. “Got any bourbon?” He yelled and she responded, “the cabinet behind you has all the liquor I own.”

Taehyung pulled her into the bathroom and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry! I fucked everything up for you.”

“Taehyung, what are you talking about?” She worriedly asked. Taehyung looked at the door then quickly turned the shower on. “We have to be quiet. He might hear us.” “Please tell me what’s going on! Who is he? How did he get inside your car?!” She whispers as calmly as she can. “His name is Jeon Jungkook. Next month, he'll be announced king of hell. He’s a very powerful demon and currently, he’s looking for his queen. Someone who can be the mother of his children and someone he can somewhat tolerate. Y/N, he has his eyes on you. You need stay around me, so I can protect you. I know I hurt you not too long ago, but trust me on this one. Jungkook has anger issues and if he gets a hold of you, you will be his punching bag for eternity.”

“Demon? King of hell? Are you hearing yourself right now?” She whispers louder, being unable to control her anger and concern. “I’m not lying, Y/N. How else did he get into my car. Do you remember our conversation in the car? He said he didn't like the human world.”

“What about you? What are you?!”

“I’m a demon too.”

“Prove it because I don’t believe-” Taehyung towers over her and his eyes turn black. His teeth become insanely sharp and black, thick horns start coming out of his head. She stood there, staring at his true form. She reached out and touched his cheek which was freezing cold. “Demons are real?” She faintly whispered. “Take your clothes off. He’s coming.” Taehyung’s out of his clothes in a blink of an eye but she didn’t want to remove her clothes. Taehyung heard Jungkook getting closer, so he ripped her clothes off and pushed her in the shower. He followed behind and pinned her against the wall, kissing her forcefully. “He’s looking through the door, pretend you're enjoying it so we're unsuspicious.” She surprisingly listens and returns the kiss. Taehyung picks her up, and she wraps her legs around his waist, allowing him to enter her. “Moan loud for me, baby.” The girl digs her nails into his shoulder and releases her needy moans.

Jungkook was standing in the door way, watching Taehyung fuck the living out of her. What he would do to be in his position. A part of Jungkook was telling him to kill Taehyung and take his place. However, the other half of him knew that it would create a war between the Kim’s and the Jeon’s. Centuries of feuds have been going on between the two families and it finally ended when Taehyung’s father made a peace offering and Jungkook’s dad happily accepted. From there on, Taehyung and Jungkook grew up together as best friends. Jungkook stopped himself from making a big mistake but continued watching the two fuck.

Taehyung came in her one last time before pulling out and cleaning her up with some water. She clung onto Taehyung because she had no more feeling in her legs. Her clit was burning from the overstimulation, but she wasn’t complaining because it felt so good. He carried her back to her room and wiped her body off with a towel. Jungkook went back to the couch and tried to relax his mind. For some reason, her moans kept playing in his head and before he knew it, he was hard. “Shit!” He angrily muttered.

After tucking Y/N in, Taehyung came to the living room to see what Jungkook was doing. Jungkook was leaning on the balcony railing, staring at the full moon. “If you want, you can crash at my place.” Taehyung said, fiddling with his house keys. “Nah, I think I’ll stay right here… By the way, your girlfriend is hot. If she ever wants to have a threesome, tell her-”

“She doesn’t, Jungkook. One man is good enough for her.”

“That’s too bad. Well, tell her if she gets tired of you she can come to me any time and anywhere.” Jungkook cockishly smiled, raising one eyebrow. “Stop with the jokes, will you?” Taehyung's voice got deeper because he’s had enough of Jungkook’s irritating comments. “I’m going to bed now. Sleep on the couch or wander on the street, I don’t care. Just don’t kill anyone.” Taehyung said before leaving Jungkook alone on the balcony. “I'll try not to.”

Taehyung opened the door and saw Y/N struggling to fall asleep. He quickly got into her bed and pulled her into his comforting embrace. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here now.” He carefully laid her face on his chest then ran his fingers through her smooth hair. “I love you so much. You don’t even know how long I’ve been watching you.”

“How long?” She whispers back. “First year of university was when I first saw you. Ever since then, I’ve been looking out for you.” She giggled and wrapped her arms around his body. “Why didn’t you talk to me?” Taehyung smiled, remembering why. “I’m a little shy.” She climbed up his chest and kissed him on the lips. “Is he gone?” She asked, tracing lines on Taehyung’s chest. “He’s gonna crash on your couch. Sorry about him, sweetheart.”

“It’s okay.”

Soon, silence took over the room and the girl fell asleep on Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung continued to play with her hair and trace her back until the door slightly opened. He saw Jungkook in the doorway and sighed. “What do you want now?”

“Her.”

Everything happened rapidly. The door swung open and all Taehyung saw were 2 red eyes staring him down. Before he could react, Jungkook knocked him out and pinned the girl’s body down. He entered into her sore cunt, causing her to wake up. As soon as she saw Jungkook’s face, she started to scream and fight. “Stop! Taehyung, help me!” She shook Taehyung’s body, but he was unresponsive. “What did you do to him?!”

“Shut up and cooperate with me or else I’ll take you to hell.” Jungkook swiftly got into a better position and let his raging boner free. The bed frame began banging against the wall harder and harder each time. Y/N was in a state of shock. She didn’t know what to do. Jungkook viciously thrusted into her and held her down by her neck. “No! Please! Stop!” Jungkook flipped her around and took her from behind. He spanked her ass multiple times, leaving his hand print on her skin. He pulled out and got up from the bed, dragging her along with him. “Look at yourself, you fucking slut.” Jungkook pulled her hair and forced her to look at herself in the mirror. “Watch me fuck you, slut. If I see your eyes aren’t open, I’ll slit your family's throat and send you pictures.”

“No! No! Please don’t! I- I won’t close my eyes, I promise.” Jungkook thrusted in again and had no mercy on her. Tears were rushing down her face but didn't once close her eyes. Jungkook deliberately went faster seeing if she could handle the pain. It took a lot out of her, but she didn’t want to put her family in danger so she listened to every order. Jungkook continued fucking her hard. He could sense the fear that was taking over her body. She was shaking and silently crying, but it merely encouraged him to go faster. At last, he pushed his whole length in and came deep inside her. She squirted around him and collapsed on the floor. “No more, please” “Get on your knees, now!” She whimpered but got on her knees. Jungkook didn’t waste a second to shove his whole cock in her mouth. He grabbed her face and started fucking her throat as fast as he could. After some time, hot cum was running down her throat as he finally pulled out. The poor girl was choking on her own saliva when Jungkook clutched her hair and spat in her mouth.

Jungkook wanted to go for another round, but someone hit his head, knocking him out. Jungkook fell to the floor, revealing a conscious Taehyung. He immediately picked her off the floor and hugged her tightly. She started sobbing on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. We have to leave.” He quietly spoke. Taehyung quickly cleaned her up and gave her some warm clothes to wear. He carried her out of the apartment and into his car. He quickly dialed someone’s number and stepped on the gas.

“Hello?”

“Jimin! Take your fucking brother back to hell. He’s lost his fucking mind. He knocked me unconscious and raped my girlfriend.”

“Holy shit! Where is he?”

Taehyung quickly informs Jimin of Jungkook’s location.

“I’ll pick him up. Just find a safe place, Tae.”

“Yeah, I will.”

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After receiving the call from Taehyung, Jimin rushed to Jungkook. He was still on the floor, passed out. “How hard did you hit him, Taehyung?” Jimin muttered before bringing Jungkook back to hell and chaining him up.

Jungkook woke up with his head pounding. He groaned and looked at his surroundings. “What the hell?” He spoke in a raspy voice. “Wake up, brother. Taehyung informed me you were up to no good.” Right, that bastard Taehyung, he thought. Memories of last night came rushing to his head and he couldn't help but smile. “Where’s Y/N?” Jungkook asked, replaying last night in his head. “Y/N? As in Taehyung’s girlfriend?”

“Don’t call her Taehyung’s girlfriend. Soon, she’ll find her way back to me.”

“Brother, I knew you were absurd, but fucking Taehyung’s girlfriend? Really?”

“You’ve never seen her before, so you won’t understand. But as soon as you get close to her, I ensure you, you won’t be capable of controlling yourself.”

“I’ll see for myself.” Jimin said before getting up and closing the heavy metal door, leaving Jungkook alone.

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1 month later

After the incident with Jungkook, Y/N and Taehyung got into a serious relationship. Every single day, Taehyung worked on becoming stronger to protect his beloved. He felt remorseful for placing her in this kind of situation, so the least he could do is protect her. Y/N was deeply in love with Taehyung. At first, she kept telling herself she only wants him around so he can keep her safe, however she couldn’t help herself. She let go of what he did in the past and focused on the present.

“Taehyung! I’m home!” Taehyung pops his head from the kitchen and she swiftly runs into his embrace. “I missed you.” She pouted her lips and kissed him. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“I missed you more.” She giggles at his response and pecks him all over his face. Taehyung picked her up and sat on the couch with her on his lap. A sweet make out turned into a heated one quickly. She tugged on his shirt then removed it for him and he did the same for her. “How about we try something different?” Taehyung placed her on one of his thighs and placed both of his hands on her ass. “Ride my thigh, angel.” She started moving slowly, unsure of how it might feel. Once her clit started getting some stimulation, she kept going faster and faster, falling apart in Taehyung’s arms. She clenched and came around nothing while Taehyung attacked her tits with his mouth. He left a trail of hickeys all over her upper chest. Taehyung came in his pants just from watching her and feeling her juices leak onto his thigh.

They both eagerly kissed each other until Y/N pulled away. “Can we go out for dinner? I don’t feel like cooking today.” She panted, playing with Taehyung’s hair. “Of course we can.”

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The long-awaited day had finally come. The crowd was larger than it ever had been. Everyone came down to watch the ritual and pay their respects to the new king. Torches were pointed downward, symbolizing death. In the middle of the stadium, there was a massive platform. On the platform, there was a throne, a crown, a pentagram and a tied up angel for the sacrifice. Jimin and his father stood side by side, wearing black suits. The crowd went silent when everyone detected a compelling, cold presence. Jungkook revealed himself from the shadows in his true form. He was shirtless with only a thin fabric wrapped around his waist. He walked to the platform and laid down on the pentagram. Everyone knew, this was the beginning of a new chapter.

Moments later Jungkook was screaming in pain. His body became a portal for all the previous kings. They were passing their abilities down to him, resulting in Jungkook's chest and back being burned. Everyone in the audience stood up and started chanting. Jungkook sat upright and headed towards the angel who was pleading for mercy. He manipulated his sharp nail and slit their throat, killing them in a matter of seconds. He attached his mouth onto their neck as the chanting got louder. The warm, thick liquid gliding down his throat was incredibly addictive. Jungkook could feel his power triple in seconds. He tossed the deceased angel away like a rag doll then faced his people. He stretched his wings and grew out his horns.

“I am honoured to be your new king. Thank you to everyone who came to watch the ritual. Please know I’ve acknowledged your presence and respect. I greatly appreciate it.”

Everyone applauded for Jungkook. Surviving the ritual requires an enormous amount of strength. Jungkook has proved to everyone that he is worthy of being king.

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“Are you ready? I feel like I’ve been waiting forever.” Taehyung said, sitting down on the couch. He was dressed up in his black suit and tie, looking flawless like always. 5 minutes had passed, and he still hadn’t heard a word from her. “Angel? What’s taking so long? Do you need help with your dress?” Taehyung walked back to their shared bedroom only to see Jungkook holding her down with his sharp nail on her neck. “I’m giving you two options, Taehyung. Let me have her, and I won’t hurt her or, she dies, I take her back to hell and torture her for eternity. What will it be, Taehyung?” All Taehyung saw was red. Without realizing, he changed into his demon form and attacked Jungkook. He managed to get him off of her, but strength and power wise, Taehyung was no match. Jungkook punched him over and over, until his nose and jaw was broken.

“Fuck you, Jungkook. I let you have everything! I gave it all up for you because I wanted to be a good friend! One good thing happens in my life and you fucking take it away!” Taehyung yelled, managing to punch him one last time. Y/N sprinted off the bed and rushed to Taehyung’s side. She didn’t care that Jungkook was there, all she cared about was Taehyung. “Taehyung! You’re bleeding! What should I do?! Should I call the ambulance?!” Taehyung looked into her eyes and his heart softened. Tears were streaming down her face. She was actually worried about him. Even after he revealed his true form, she stayed by his side. Does that mean she loves him? Taehyung slightly smiled. “I’ll be alright, love. I’ll heal by tomorrow.”

“No, you won’t.” Jungkook interjected as he got up and kicked Taehyung’s head. “STOP!” She screamed, protecting Taehyung with her body. She wrapped her arms around his head so Jungkook couldn't kick him. “C- can’t you see he’s hurt?! Leave him alone!” She bawled. “I’m not going to leave him alone until he makes a decision. So Taehyung, what will it be?” Taehyung wrapped his arms around her waist, refusing to let her go. “There are billions of other people in the world. Why do you want MY girlfriend?!”

“Don’t question me, Taehyung. Now give me her, or I’ll have to forcefully take her.”

Y/N started sobbing on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Please don’t take him away from me. I love him. Please don’t.” She begged, her tears staining Taehyung’s shirt. Jungkook was slowly starting to lose his temper. He massaged his temples then grabbed her arm, prying her off and away from Taehyung. “If you don’t come back with me to hell, I’ll kill Taehyung right here right now. Or better yet, I’ll make you help me kill him.”

Y/N began to shake. “Please don’t hurt him. I’ll go back with you.”

“No! Y/N he’s going to hurt you! Jungkook you can kill me but leave her alone after I die. You break the promise and will die too.”

“No, Taehyung! I can’t let you die! You can’t leave me alone!” Jungkook pushed the girl back and kicked Taehyung in the stomach. “If you want her so badly, you’re going to have to fight me.” With that, Jungkook turned around, picked her up and disappeared. “NO! Shit! Shit!” Taehyung cursed at himself.

Once again, he failed to protect his love.

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Uhhh, hi��

This is terrible and I’m sorry if it doesn’t live up to your expectations. I completely understand because many people have been waiting for this fic to release and it’s not even good. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed what part 1 has to offer. At first, I didn’t want to make this into a series because I’m very inconsistent. However, I had a sickening plot in mind that I really wanted to do, so the next best option was to make this into a series.

I know, not a lot of Jimin was in this, but the next couple of parts will have him.

xoxo,

naina❣️

#taehyung smut #jungkook smut #jimin smut #bts yandere #yandere bts #bts smut #non con #yandere jungkook #yandere taehyung #yandere jimin #maknae line smut #demon jungkook #demon taehyung #demon jimin #incubus bts #incubus smut #bts incubus

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callout for @genderfluidlucifer

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tw for transmisogyny + TERFs + emotional manipulation

Transmisogyny

Lucifer is a huge transmisogynist who will complain 24/7 about how TERFs hurt the ace community, but the moment @randomclustermissile , a trans girl (who is not an exclusionist at all) tries to point out transmisogyny in inclusionist circles (in the most vague and general way possible, without pointing fingers nor calling anyone names) Lucifer will immediatly jump to block her and so they did with me (another inclusionist) and i have to suppose to everyone else who agreed with that post, even arriving to vagueing about us in private group chats to suggest that we were “sympathizing with exclusionists”. all because we dared point out transmisogyny in inclusionist circles. lucifer is TME but apparently they think they’re the authority on TERFs and their talking points but actual trans women are not, according to them, since this is the stuff that they would go and spew to other people. (screenshots from @enbyoctoling)

here’s more examples of Lucifer (again, a transmasc person) going deep in detail about how according to them, TERFs/SWERFs hate aro/ace people and are an active threat to us

1. link

[Image ID: Three screenshots of a post by Genderfluidlucifer. The first screenshot is of a paragraph that reads, "Hey. So I can actually answer this. Anon your commentary about how you thought terfs would approve of sex repulsed aces is sort of it. Except...not. Basically terfs hate ace people for not wanting sex in the approved by terfs way. Terfs are actually extremely interested in [forcing] amatonormativity onto everyone. Because for as sex negative as terfs are...they don't want to actually acknowledge or change the fact that amatonormativity is at the root cause of rape culture and misogyny."

The second screenshot is a zoomed in section of the post that reads, "So yeah no I have NO idea where exclus allies are getting this idea from that terfs would even remotely care about the sexual rights of ace people. Terfs generally hate any sexualities in the LGBTQ+ acronym that aren't LGB because they can't force a gender binary onto those sexualities. At least, not as easily. That's why it's actually a massive sign of someone who doesn't call themselves a terf being a crypto terf if they use the term LGB in a positive manner. Along with the term SGA, as it is deliberately exclusive of nonbinary and not inherently SGA centric queer-aligned sexualities. /END ID]

link to the full post, these are just excerpts but the whole thing is just a very long rant about how TERFs hate ace people and so on (i think it’s worth noticing that although the actual post is kinda long, trans women are never once brought op in a conversation about TERFs issues and the only time transmisogyny is mentioned is not relevant to the conversation)

2. link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblog by genderfluidlucifer. The original poster is nothorses. It reads, "Because apparently I have to say it: Testosterone is not a 'violent' hormone. It doesn't make you 'more aggressive' or a worse person, it doesn't make you 'dangerous,' or 'toxic.' Transmascs do not need to be 'warned of the dangers of T.' We do not need to spend our transitions terrified that we're going to become a danger to those around us - that HRT is going to turn us into a monster.

Everyone experiences mood swings during hormonal shifts (pregnancy, menstruation, menopause, estrogen HRT, etc.) and while you might have grumpy moments or feel anger/frustration that you need to learn to handle differently, that doesn't make you a bad person.

Testosterone can change the way you access/process emotions somewhat, but if you're already thoughtful about how you handle your feelings and treat others, you're going to be fine. It's normal to lash out on occasion, by accident, then apologize and work to do better. It doesn't make you a bad person. Everyone on HRT is prone to this, and everyone experiencing hormonal changes is prone to this.

Getting HRT should be positive and affirming; you should not have to spend your entire transition terrified of becoming a monster."

The post then has a reblog by captainlordauditor that reads, "The big danger of T is that needle ouchy." /END ID]

here’s them reblogging from known transmisogynist user @nothorses (once again, the irony that a post about how testosterone is seen as the "aggressive hormone" does not mention transfem at all which are literally the main victims of this rethoric in the first place)

3. link (1), link (2)

[Image ID: Two screenshots of posts by genderfluidlucifer. The first screenshot reads, "Queer exclus: We're not repackaging terf rhetoric! Saying that is transmisogynistic! Also queer exclus: Remove the plus from LGBT!" and has tags that say, "I will pay these people to grow some god damn self awareness. Imagine being this dense. Queer discourse." The post has 15 notes.

The second screenshot reads, "Honestly it is so stupid and frustrating to see ace exclus continue to deny that the ace discourse was started by terfs. Proof was given countless times. And a big name terf like galesofnovember even admitted to starting it. Those of you who demand proof but ignore all of this never wanted proof to begin with." and is tagged with, "ace discourse. The post has 38 notes. /END ID]

heres another two post of theirs conflating TERFs with ace exclusionism

4. link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblogged post by furbearingbrick. The original poster is boxlizard, Lucifer's old account. The original post reads, "By the way for people still in denial about it, here's galesofnovember, a terf, admitting that she intended to start the ace exclus movement. She's taking credit for it. Normally if the victims of this behavior weren't ace/aro or other queer identities y'all be ready to rightfully lynch her. But since it's us, y'all just still wanna stamp your feet and go, 'Nuh uh!' instead of acknowledging facts." The part that says, "admitting that she intended to start the ace exclus movement" is a link to a galesofnovember post.

There is then a reblogged addition from furbearing brick that reads, "archived versions of the receipts" and has two links to the webarchive. The tags read, "Bringing this back since it's apparently still relevant. Terfism mention. Aphobia mention. Queerphobia mention. Blocklist." and has 1,455 notes. /END ID]

this is their post that ive already talked about but basically they found a 52 notes post made by a TERF in 2012 and this one person said "i dont know why i dont get to be the princess of the anti-ace-brigade" and apparently they are convinced that this means TERFs started the ace exclusionism movement and that this is one of their goals. which is insane when TERFs in real life only care about making life miserable for transfem people first and foremost.

5.link

[Image ID: A screenshot of a reblog by genderfluidlucifer. The original poster is yu-gay-fudo. It reads, “Just in case you happen to be unaware, some of the “radfem lite” they post to warm you up to their rhetoric, just off the top of my head:

- Ace/aro exclusionism

- Bi exclusionism or claims that bi people are “less queer” bc of “straight passive privilege”

- Saying you have to be dysphoric to identify as transInvalidating nonbinary people

- Calling queer a slur regardless of context, saying people can’t identify as queer, and saying that it can’t be reclaimed

- “Mogai hell”, “kweer”, or otherwise mocking less common labels and claiming they are “just cishets who want to feel special”

- Excluding sex workers from feminist discussions or claiming that sex work is inherently evil

- Basically anyone who thinks they can determine what other people identify as”. The tags read, "queerphobia tw. twerfs tw. no id." and has 70,727 notes. It was reblogged on March 22nd, 2021 /END ID]

another example of conflating radfems to things that, while wrong, have little to nothing to do with them because being a radfem, again, is something very specific that has all to do with transfem oppression.

Emotional manipulation

Lucifer has done nothing but block, break boundaries, spread lies and vague about people, some of which were even mutuals with them knowing they would see the posts. when confronted about it Lucifer's only answer was "just say you hate me and block me" but they actually ended up blocking everyone first, making it impossible for anyone to set some boundaries with them or even just to calmly confront them about anything.

[proof: Io(popncourse) and Lucifer had a disagreement in a shared discord server, which prompted Lucifer to vague Io in a vent post. Io confronted them, as being vagued is one of buns triggers, to which Lucifer initially agreed to delete the vent post, but then proceeded to victimize themself and immediatly blocked Io. later on, Jude(malewifedeckard) was confronted by Lucifer, then after Jude told them “I’m worried that you’ll vague me just like you did with Io” they proceeded to block Jude and vagued about him too. when Io made a post (which was not a callout, it was just bun setting buns boundaries) explaining what Lucifer did, Lucifer immediatly jumped to victimize themself, acting like they were being called out and straight-up lying, even going so far as to say that no one tried to hear them out, which is a blatant lie if you consider the aforementioned Io and Jude’s attempts at doing so, with Lucifer immediatly blocking and cutting ties with the both of them. ]

(screenshots taken by @popncourse and @malewifedeckard)

as seen in the proof above Lucifer’s behaviour is not ok because they don’t accept any kind of confrontation and immediatly jump to blocking, and after blocking, they'd immediatly go and vague about the people who confronted them pacificly, spreading more lies and painting themself as the victim and even arriving to say “no one hears me out at all” which is simply not something you can say when you block people who are trying to hear you out in the first place.

this is by no means an invitation to go and harass them, send them hate or anything like that. i absolutely don’t want anything even remotely hateful or negative to be sent their way after this post.

this post was only made because:

1. as an ace person who fully supports the inclusion of aspec identities in the lgbt+ community i don’t want to support an enviroment that costantly downplays transmisogynistic oppression in order to be taken seriously. there are hundreds of ways to make aspec activism without acting like we(as in TME aspecs)are the victims of a system that seeks for the annihilation of transfemenine people in real life everyday. i especially don’t want to support TME individuals who act transfem-friendly but then block any transfem who tries to speak on transmisogyny without a second thought.

2. Lucifer’s behaviour has hurt two friends of mine and i don’t want to associate with someone who actively breaks people’s boundaries without taking accountability when messing up.

3. i cannot associate with someone who spreads lies about me accusing me of sympathizing with exclusionists all while having me blocked so that i can’t see it nor defend me. they complain about people not hearing them out but they’re the very first person who does not try to hear people out, and instead jumps to spread baseless rumors. this is not someone i can nor want to associate with.

(image descriptions provided by @malewifedeckard)

#genderfluidlucifer #transmisogyny tw #terfs tw #ask to tag #txt #long post #ok to rb

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