#DECISION MAKING ABOUT THE BODYS APPEARENCE IS A PAIN IN THE ASS<

[blueberryarchive]

The Evergreen Game

The white pawn moves to E4.

"Pawn. E4." Jungkook swallows, sweat pooling on his temples and Cupid's bow.

"Pawn to E5." You murmur in a hiss, your legs trying to move, but Jungkook leans forward to move your chess piece. Your nails grab the hair at the back of his neck as you reposition yourself in his lap.

Jeon grabs your waist with his forearm so you won't fall, although he also feels that his body is going to betray him at any moment.

"Knight F3." Jungkook played after taking a breath, his cock feeling hot and completely covered in the viscous, milky liquid. He hadn't taken his cock out in an hour, and his dress pants, boots, and the floor were covered in his cum. Nasty, cold, and drying with the fall breeze. The scene was indecent.

"Knight to C6." You responded, holding your boyfriend's sweaty head so you could stand up.

"No, I'm not done yet. I have to win."

"It hurts, Kook. I can't anymore." As you moved further the liquid fell thickly onto the floor, making an obscene sound as you moaned. Your puffy lips were swollen from fucking too much, your insides reddened. But every time you moved ever-so-lightly it felt like scratching an itch, painful pleasure. "Let's play again later-"

"Bishop to C4." He interrupted, lifting your listless and tired body. You put your feet on tiptoe and moved on top of him again, the hair on his thighs sweating under your ass and your nipples gnawing at Jungkook's cashmere sweater.

You thought about your next move while he used you as a simple glove or toy.

"Hurry up or I'll go harder."

"You don't need to win."

"I do. Hurry up or I'll go harder." He repeated firmly.

Jungkook's mind wanted to focus on this round, he had an important game tomorrow; he could earn good money to pay for the apartment. But you offered him some gummies to which he just opened his mouth to chew them without thinking much.

Bad decision. In the first fifteen minutes, he felt his body warm up. Fifteen minutes later, you appeared completely naked in front of him.

An hour and a half and you no longer know how to count the times he has filled you until you were dripping wet and overflowing.

Half an hour ago, you asked for mercy, like a hypocrite. The fact that you thought it was going to end without your pussy being abused was just foolish.

"Bishop to C4?"

Jungkook left his painted hand on your right asscheek. You purred, biting your lips with delight, and curling your toes. 

"Think, pet. I need you to concentrate."

"C5, I- C5" You begged, moving with a little more energy, the cum lubricating your pain, pure bliss.

"Mhm. Keep moving like that. I'll let you go after this round.." Liar, you said to yourself while you hugged his neck. He held you tighter while he moved your black bishop.

"Pawn B4."

This game sounded familiar.

"Bishop to B4." You said, lifting your body even higher. The white pawn out.

"Pawn C3."

Jungkook didn't resist and kissed your neck for the umpteenth time that autumn afternoon. Your sweaty back under his hand moved, trembled, rose, and fell in short moans.

"Bishop A5."

"Bishop D4."

"Pawn to D4." Jungkook's index finger pushes the pawn to its new position, with that, you begin to groan as you shake the pieces with your hand on the table.

"Are we playing the Evergreen game?" You laughed breathlessly when you noticed how fast the game was going.

"Looks like we are." He smiled, revealing his dark eyes beneath the wet strands of his forehead. "You know what that means."

"You win at the end."

Jungkook growled before lifting you up and completely destroying the board until he placed your body on the table. Your breasts bounced with every hit and crash of him inside you.

"Koo, please, slow down. It hurts."

But he just couldn't. God, he wished he could because it hurt him too. But those pretty little cries that came out of your drooled and swollen lips didn't want him to stop filling you up.

"One more time."

"It'll burst out."

"I don't care, love. My floor and boots are already a fucking mess because of you."

You laughed through your tears. You loved seeing him so desperate.

Jungkook grabbed the queen and bishop between his fists before feeling how he filled you to abounding again.

And yet, after feeling himself almost faint and his legs spasming, he felt like he could win another round.

#jk.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook #bts jungkook #bts imagines #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #bts #bts x you #bts x reader

[glitterdustcyclops]

okay it's nearly one in the morning and i can't sleep because i'm thinking too much about astarion so permit me to ramble for a moment (you actually have no choice)

but just

ugh

the more and more i play the game and experience all the different facets of the conversations you can have with him (and also ruthlessly spoil myself on his arc both ascended and not because i'm impatient lmao) the more i am just, completely in awe of the depth and care that went into writing him??

like, okay, cards on the table, i have a pretty major vampire kink, biting kink, blood kink, etc. and from the first moment i heard there was a romanceable character in a fantasy rpg that was a flirtatious queer vampire pretty boy with a Traumatic Backstory and a twisted master/slave relationship with an Evil Dude i was immediately like 👀👀👀

could not draft the marriage proposal fast enough, you know?

and larian could've just stuck with that! they could've had him be an incorrigible flirt, and have his whole arc focused on getting revenge against the horrid man what wronged him, and by helping him on his quest you earn his love and you two ride off into the sunset, happy forever

but no. instead we got something so much more, and it's entirely fascinating to me. all of his layers and contradictions!! the different masks he wears on top of each other, and all his pain and trauma barely simmering under the surface of his pretty polished façade.

and not only do we go ahead and take this man whomst on the surface appears to be a walking vampire erotica trope in a gorgeous package, but we pull off the reveal (and depending on how you play it this can happen almost immediately after you express interest in him) that this whole thing, is a very blatant, deliberate act. one cultivated by a sexual abuse survivor, as a way to protect himself from the things that scare him, that make him vulnerable.

he straight up tells you to your face that this is a lie!! this all pretend!!! you're supposed to fall for it, he wants you to. what he does not want, what he could never predict, not in centuries, is that you would see past his mask(s), and then go ahead and love him anyway. him. the real him, the one he barely knows himself, the flashes he reveals to you accidentally in small moments, as much as he doesn't want to: all those messy cruel capricious terribly horribly wonderfully real parts of himself, and how he wants to be real with you in turn, even though it scares the absolute bejeezus out of him

and THEN!!!! the further you go in his romance, the more you realize that this walking series of pickup lines, this supposed master seducer, is actually incredibly wary of sex because of all the trauma and pain it's caused him. sex is not something he associates with true joy or pleasure or even intimacy, not anymore; the ability to feel good about his body was taken from him. the game makes it explicit that, as a man who was robbed of his agency and his ability to meaningfully consent to sex, not only is it the objectively wrong decision but it is downright evil to force him into doing anything sexual with you, even though you're his True Love or whatever, and as he learns and grows and feels more secure in himself he will straight up dump your ass if you violate his boundaries around sex!!!

and instead of flirt-flirt-flirt-true-love-forever you get all these really sweet, tender moments of nonsexual intimacy, hand holding and hugs and just, honest sweet conversations? you can even tell him "hey i don't think it's good for us to be serious right now, but i still want to be your friend." and even if you do keep romancing him, you can reassure him that you don't hold his lack of interest in sex against him, you still want to be with him just as he is!! he is worth it to you, with his ten-piece designer set of luxury baggage. and he practically melts about it!!

and this is not even getting into everything post cazador quest, i haven't even gotten to those scenes yet except for the "evil" version (trying not to ruin it for myself haha) but the way his arc ends in the "good" version where you talk him out of doing the ritual, out of perpetuating the cycle of abuse that was forced on him, and instead show him a better way forward? and he experiences true actual freedom for the first time in centuries, and he hesitantly decides that he wants to keep going forward with you??

UGH!! i just, i care about astarion so much!!!! i am absolutely head-over-heels-stupid in love with him and the way he's written and i will never fucking get over it, oh my god, help me, i'm DYING

#shut up chocolate #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #spoilers #we have reached FULL BLORBO STATUS #i am UNWELL #i will NEVER be the SAME oh my GODDD #he's my perfect precious angel princess and a miserable little rat bastard of a man!! #he's petty and mean and silly and lovely and so scared but so so brave and i just #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #as i said in the tags of another post #we are down APOCALYPTIC #absolutely NO survivors

[bigball-thefrog]

Trusting Touch Nico: Robin X Reader

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Warnings:

None really

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Reader POV

We had just left Alabasta and found out that Crocodiles right hand woman Miss All Sunday or now known as Robin had snuck onto our Ship and wants to join our crew. Usopp was conducting an interview, asking about her skills and abilities. She explains she has the powers of the flower flower fruit which grants her the ability to sprout different parts of her body like flowers. She demonstrates her abilities by playing around with Luffy and Chopper. Luffy, Sanji and Chopper seem to take to her almost instantly and accept her as a new member, meanwhile Usopp, Nami and Zoro are still more suspicious of her since she worked with the enemy before joining. I'm still indifferent towards her and this whole new member situation.

After Robin uses her powers with Chopper and Luffy to make silly faces Usopp cracks and joins them now seeming to be okay with Robin. Nami cracks when Robin hands her a pouch filled with gold and becomes happy. She goes to speak to Zoro and I'm not sure what they said but he seems slightly calmer now. Well that's good, it seems like she's gotten approval from the crew so I guess she's our new member. It's nice to have another girl around, she's not gonna replace Vivi of course but it's still nice to have another girl around in a crew filled with men. I sat on an empty crate near the railings staring out into the ocean, Alabasta had been extremely stressful and I think I did something to my back during the fight so I'm constantly trying to move to make my back comfortable. That's when I notice Robin coming towards me with a small smile.

"Hey, I think I've talked to everyone already except for you, correct?" She said in a calm tone." "Yeah, we haven't talked yet. Is there anything you want to talk about?" I ask back. "I want to show you I'm not a threat and you can trust me. Is there any specific way I can gain your trust?" she asks. "Not sure, can't really think of anything" I say while rubbing my back, she seemed to notice and smiled again. "I see you hurt your back, did something happen back in Alabasta?" "Yeah, while fighting I was hit into a building and stuffed up my back, wish I got a massage or something before we left." She chuckles and crosses her hands, "Let me help with that." Suddenly two pairs of arms appear behind me, two hands start rubbing my lower back while the other two rub my shoulder blades. The hands work carefully and gently to rub my back and take away the pain from the battle.

I was a little startled at first but quickly relaxed into the touch of her hands as they worked away my stress and pain. "Robin your hands are like magic, your powers are perfect for relaxing~" I say as I let out a soft moan. "Yet also, the perfect power for assassination~" Robin says with a small smirk. My eyes widen as I think about how well her power is for assassination. She chuckles and speaks, "Don't worry, I don't plan on snapping your neck~" I let out a sigh of relief and relaxed into the massage again. After a few minutes the hands disappear and I stand up, "Thank you so much for that. I really needed that." "Of course, I hope now you can see I'm not a threat and that you can one day trust me as a member of the crew." She smiles sweetly. "Actually I trusted you from the beginning." She looks surprised. "I trust Luffy's decision so if the captain trusts you the I trust you, so really you didn't need to do that but I still appreciate it." She chuckles again, "I see. So you conned me into giving you a massage?~" "I didn't mean to but who's gonna pass up a free massage?" We both chuckle and I suddenly feel a slap on my ass. I turn to see what slapped me and saw one of Robin's hands quickly disappearing from behind me. I hear her laugh and turn back to her with a playful grin. "You better not do anything like that again~ Well I'm glad you trust me and I hope to get along well as a fellow member of the crew." She says as she turns away and walks away.

I like this new member, she seems nice and really smart and I hope we can get closer in the future. To be honest, I only have good feelings about this new member and what she'll bring to the crew.

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That's another one for now. I started water seven yesterday and to be honest I am not having fun, I'm definitely gonna add Frank, Lucci and Akoiji to my list of people I'm gonna write for. Next fic is going to be another Crocodile X Reader so look forward to that and I'll see you in the next post

Kelly🐸

#one piece #one piece anime #oneshot #nico robin #nico robin x reader #nico robin x you #nico robin x y/n #op nico robin #op robin #robin one piece #robin op #nico robin one piece #nico robin op

[zegrvshvghes]

Request- MM16

@mackinondeeznuts

I’m honestly distraught over the fact that I haven’t written about marnie yet, here you go 💕

As I sat at the bar, nursing my drink, I noticed him walk in. Mitch Marner. The man who had broken my heart.

I tried to look away, not wanting to acknowledge his presence. But my gaze kept gravitating towards him.

I remembered the pain he had caused me, the tears I had shed, the sleepless nights. And yet, I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart at the sight of him.

He spotted me and made his way over, a sheepish smile on his face. "Hey," he said, taking a seat next to me.

I didn't respond, still stunned by his sudden appearance. He ordered a drink for himself and leaned in towards me. "I know I messed up," he said softly. "I know I hurt you. But I want to make things right. Can we talk?"

I hesitated, unsure if I was ready to face him after everything that had happened. But a small voice inside me whispered that I needed closure, that I needed to hear him out.

And so we talked. About our past, about what went wrong, about the things we had missed about each other. It felt like we were catching up on lost time, as if the past few months hadn't happened at all.

As the night wore on, we moved to a quieter corner of the bar, away from prying eyes and ears. And then, in a moment of unexpected bravery, I asked him if he still loved me.

He didn't hesitate. "Of course I do," he said, looking straight into my eyes. "I never stopped."

Tears sprang to my eyes, a mixture of relief and fear. Relief that he still cared, fear that we were treading on dangerous ground.

But I couldn't resist the pull of our shared history, our connection that had never truly faded away. And so we kissed, a tentative brush of lips that quickly turned into something more passionate.

We left the bar together, walking hand in hand through the city streets. We talked about our future, about how we could make things work this time. It felt like a second chance, a gift we had been given after months of pain and separation.

Suddenly, he turned to me with a serious expression. "I want to be with you," he said. "I want to make this work. But I understand if you need time, if you're not ready yet."

I looked at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes, the sincerity of his words. And then I made a decision. "I want to be with you too," I said, taking his face in my hands.

I melted, feeling the soft, warm lips against my own and smelling his scent, and felt the incredibly delicate touch of his fingers against my skin. His lips parted easily to except my kiss, and Mitch slid his hand around to the small of my back, pulling our bodies together so that he could feel my breasts against him.

Finally pulling away, I smiled as he gazed hungrily into my eyes again. He was stunned.

Mitch grabs my face and sloppily kisses me. His hands sliding into my hair, and the two of us breathing heavily.

"I'm so sorry, for everything. I should’ve never left" he mumbles against my lips.

"Show me how sorry you are, Mitch. Show me."

He grabs my hand and drags me to his car. Driving back to Mitch's house, it's quiet. His leg bouncing nervously while he taps the steering wheel with his pointer finger.

The door to the house is barely shut when I shoved him against it. He groans when his back hits it, sending a pain down his spine. "You're so rough."

"You like it." I tell him, kissing up his neck.

"Fuck me Please." I whine.

Then, his lips were on my neck. As he kissed me, his hand gently rubbing me over the top of my pants. I found myself grinding down at his touch, desperate for him to fuck me. God I was mad with desire.

His hands were everywhere-my back, my ass, my breasts. He had such strong hands, at the mere thought of them on my body nearly sent me over the edge yet again.

He quickly took control, turning me around and pushing me against the wall hard. Our bodies were flush, and I slid my hand into his pants feeling the bulge between his legs.

He reached down and grabbed my hand grinding against it.

"You want me to fuck you?"

As a response I kissed him again, all the while reaching down and pulling his pants down. He worked on unbuttoning my jeans ripping off a button in the process.

"Are you sure? It’s been a while.”

I nod quickly, he chuckles at my eagerness.

"Im ready for you." He smiles at me before kissing me.The kiss tasted like alcohol and man did that turn me on.

He dragged me towards his kitchen counter,

"Bend over."

He was gentle at first, sliding into me and resting there for a moment, but at my insistence started pounding into me harder and harder. I gripped at his shoulders and grunted.My hands reaching behind me to grab his wrists. He slaps my hands away harshly.

He sets up an excellent rhythm, his cock hitting me so deliciously in all the right places. Mitch would bring me to the edge before slowing down, torturing me. He’d build me back up only to do same thing again, and again. I begged for release, he begged me not to cum.

"You can hold out for a little while longer."

"fuck you.“

All he does is laugh, kissing my cheek. I can hear his heavy breathing in my right ear as he shudders against my back.

Eventually him and I both come, leaving me quivering and shaking beneath him. He pulled out and turned me around bringing our lips together, tender this time.

"You did good.” He laughed. I nodded, wiping the sweat off of my forehead.

"You're so messy Mitch" I turned to let him inspect my backside, and his poor kitchen table.

#hockey #smut #nhl #imagines #mitch marner #marner #mitch marner x reader #mitch marner smut

[bohemian-nights]

I thought I had seen it all until I realized there were people who actually thought Laena killing herself in arguably the most painful way possible (burning to death) was okay. Not only was the way she died different from the book (still tragic btw) but also a lot more traumatizing. Making the decision to burn yourself to death really says something about your mental state (and the fact that this happens after she admits to Daemon she knows she’s his second choice 🥴).

This situation really traumatized everyone. Daemon who watched (not really Laena’s fault because she didn’t know he was there but still) her daughters Baela and Rhaena (losing a parent especially a mother is hard enough but to loose a parent by means of suicide is ten times harder) and then of course Laena herself who choose to burn to death!

It seemed as if through episodes 5-7 the writes weren’t sure whether they wanted Daemon and Laena to be happy together. Because you can see in a few scenes where Daemon and Laena genuinely look happy to be around one another and then there are others where they look miserable. Also another thing that bugged was how in the book after Baela and Rhaena are born Daemon returns to King's Landing to get the crown’s (Viserys’s) favor bestowed upon his children. Whereas in the show the last time Daemon has talked to let alone seen Viserys was ten years ago. It’s almost as if it was another subtle (but effective) way to say how Show!Daemon is constantly putting his pride above the betterment of his own family.

When it comes to Balea and Rhaena the way I've had to hyper analysis both (but especially Rhaena’s) body language in order to get a sense of their personality because they barely talk is infuriating. The way they are being used as arm candy is infuriating. Their relationship with Daemon is infuriating. We have not seen Daemon interact with daughters in six years. Not only that but one of those daughters feels as if he ignores her while he shipped the other one off to Driftmark (I know warding is a common thing in Westeros but when you take into account Daemon’s relationship with his daughters it really makes him appear more shitty).

His relationship with Laena was also so poorly portrayed. Not only did it serve no purpose but to make Daemon look like a ass but it also made Laena (a black women) seem like the miserable second choice (to the white woman).

If that was infuriating/disappointing enough after her death (that he very traumatized by) he not only fucks Rhaenyra but also marries her. Laena and Harwin both just died. Laenor (who Rhaenyra claimed to love) just lost his sister, Balea and Rhaena their mother, and Jace and Luke (Joffrey too but he’s too small to understand) their biological father.

Speaking of Laenor I was not of a fan of how they made him appear to be a druken bum who abandons the children he swears he loves (especially since said man is a black man🙄).

Yeah, they loved it and thought what she did was okay and bada** and yah know not 100% because she was likely severely depressed herself/out of her mind from a difficult labor because they wanted Laena out of the way for their ship(in large part due to racism).

Yes, Laena dies in the book(s), but she dies with her husband by her side after he helps her ride on the back of Vhagar one last time per her wishes. She’s loved by him. She’d never traumatize him or their children because she's not some poor pitiful unwanted woman. They cut that out in favor of “let me go light myself on fire because my husband doesn’t love me.”

The treatment of Laena by the showrunners and the fandom is so foul considering how before her race-bending people said that she was Daemon’s most beloved wife(and the woman he loved the most cause they liked to pretend that Nettles was just lust). People acknowledged her importance to him, but since she became Blackish she was his second choice and Daemon never loved her as he did Rhaenyra(the woman he ended up choking out after she gave birth and will eventually abandon in favor of the actual woman he loves but I’m getting ahead of myself 😗).

Her relationship with Vhagar(a literal dragon) was her most important relationship. Or it’s so sad that we didn’t get to see Rhaenyra and Daemon slobbering on each other as Laena sat back and watched I mean it’s sad that we didn’t get to see Laena worshiping Rhaenyra I mean it’s so sad that Laena and Rhaenyra didn’t happen(little evidence for that it happened in the book). That’s what we should really be focusing on.

Who cares about her relationship with Daemon or her girls(which Rhaenyra’s rachet fans like to claim as hers because Queenie gave birth to a lizard and Laena was the only one who actually gave Daemon daughters. So they cope by saying Baela and Rhaena are her legacy and not show!Laena who birthed and raised them). Laena’s such a bada** 🙃

Sadly because of the fandoms meth induced delusions, I mean 100% canon observations/commentary on how Dumbnyra are soulmates and Daemon changes for Rhaenyra his one true love didn’t pan out how they wanted to(choke gate was instant karma🤣), they still harp on about Laena even though she’s second choice.

The show screwed Laena and her girls all the way over and the fandom used that to further their delusions. It’s not okay, but there is still hope for Baela and Rhaena and in the end, they've done a crap job with all the characters(so I feel a little less salty about the situation).

(I do hope that Daemon acknowledges how he didn’t treat Laena how he should’ve to them and says that he was distant because they reminded him too much of her. Again it’s not okay, but a conversation like that is needed).

Laenor’s characterization🫠 The only reason why they didn't kill him off(and why they made him into a “deadbeat”) is that they wanted to make Rhaenyra look better. It looks extremely bad to have her ordering her husband's death(or if she turns a blind eye to Daemon murdering him) so that she could marry Daemon.

Allegedly he’s going to die off-screen this season so that whole plotline was done solely to protect Rhaenyra’s image.

#laena velaryon #she deserved better #daemon targaryen #laena x daemon #bnasks #bnask #hotdask

[jerry-hornes-foot]

Heyyyy could you write a fic about sub Steve in sub space and a dom reader. It’s ok if you can’t I’ve just been really feeling this lately.

Hiiii!!! It took me a while but I most certainly can, I would honestly do anything for sub!steve -- mild sub drop in this just as a warning! :)

1098 words

18+ only

Smut, mild comfort

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!reader; sub!steve; sub space; riding crops; spanking; bondage; begging; degradation; anal fingering; aftercare; sub drop; pet names; whore (steve); baby (steve); good boy (steve); sweetie (steve)

Steve howls, toes curling and fingers grabbing helplessly at the bedsheets as the keeper strikes his ass, leaving a stinging pink mark in the centre. You've been teasing him for what seems like hours, although it's hard to tell, time doesn't really feel like it's passing anymore. You made him beg for this, really beg. You had him on his knees pleading for you to spank him like the little whore he is. The way his cock kicked each time you denied him made your heart race. He's begging you for more, struggling to hold his head up high enough to speak as the dizzying high of submitting to you starts to fog his brain. You land another stinging smack, this time on the opposite cheek earning a long whine from Steve. You land another, then another, little pink circles appearing over his skin as heavy thwacks echo off the walls. Steve's body is melting into the mattress, lost in the thrill of the sensation.

"Mmm..."

"What's that, baby?" You ask firmly.

"Mmm... mmmmm... moooore." He mumbles into the fabric of the sheets.

"More?" You ask, coldly. "You just can't get enough, can you?"

Steve shakes his head as best he can without lifting it off the mattress.

"Well you'd better ask nicely."

Steve groans, wriggling around on the bed and making a fuss. You land another shot just beside his thigh, intentionally missing him.

"Pleaaaaaaaase!" He shrieks.

"Good boy."

Steve's hands are bound tightly to the slats of the headboard. Roughly shifting his legs apart you buckle each end of a smooth, silver spreader bar to his ankles. Lifting the crop again you glide the keeper up the inside of his thigh and thwack it harshly just a few inches below his genitals. A rich thick moan rumbles from his chest as you press the keeper against his balls. You press it there for a few seconds, letting the tension slowly build as Steve awaits the next strike. With a slight flick of your wrist you pull the keeper away and bring it back down, gently but firmly, making sure his pain is definite but temporary. You hold the crop still once more, a little longer this time to let him stew in anticipation. You're careful to land your shot in a slightly different place this time. Another mumbled cry from the top of the bed. Lifting Steve's head up by his hair you lean in to look it him.

"I need more." He whines, quietly.

"Are you sure?" You ask, letting your voice soften a little.

He doesn't reply, a wide drowsy smile widens across his face as he stares blearily up at you.

"Steve." You say, a little more firmly, tugging at his hair to get his eyes to meet yours. "Are you sure?"

He nods weakly.

Your arm moves quickly, littering firm smacks across Steve's ass and the tops of his thighs. His body twitches with each smack, and his pleasured moans start to blur into incoherent grunts. Every now and then you give a lighter smack to his balls, gaining the occasional heavy groan. Steve's drunk on the pleasure, head spinning too much to feel the sting, he's not even cum and he's practically fucked out. His skin burns a hot red colour. In some places you can't even see the gaps between the spots where the keeper has made contact. He keeps crying for more, but you know he's had enough and you make the decision for him. He babbles sleepily into the bedsheets as you unbuckle the spreader bar and untie the rope around his wrists. Crouching beside the bed you stroke his hair and smile at him.

"Don't worry, baby." You whisper. "I'm gonna make you feel good."

The aloe vera gel is cool in the palm of your hand. Starting on his thighs you start to rub the gel into Steve's burning skin. Your fingers move gently, gliding over him carefully, paying attention to every spot. You pour out more, coating his ass cheeks so they glisten under the light. Steve hums gently as you massage him. Squrting even more aloe onto him you let your thumbs slip into his crack, slicking his hole as you keep tenderly rubbing his body. Steve's body is like jelly, his muscles melted into liquid under your touch. A quiet sigh is all that slips from his mouth as your thumb slides into his hole.

Slight twitches in Steve's limbs guide you as your thumb pushes back and forth inside him. Curling your thumb gently you can feeling him tightening slightly around you, using the last of his energy to wiggle his hips.

"You like that, baby?" You whisper.

Steve doesn't reply, but the slight wiggle of hips against your touch persists.

"You're being so good for me, you know that? Lying there and looking so pretty. You deserve to feel good for being so sweet."

You curl your thumb again and Steve's body shudders a little, muscles flexing under his skin as he cums.

The process of reorganising Steve is quick and efficient. You're an old hand at this now and you know just what Steve needs. Rolling him over gently you pull the dirty sheets from under him and bundle them away into the washing basket. Toys and ropes dissappear into cupboards and spare blankets materialise from others. Water is poured and Steve is swaddled in the bed. Climbing in bedside him you let him snuggle into your chest. You hold him close, letting his legs tangle tightly in yours. A few tears roll down Steve's cheeks, the weight of the room pressing down on him as the haziness clears. You brush them away with your thumb and shush him gently.

"Sorry." He murmers.

"What for?"

He shrugs.

"You've nothing to be sorry for. You did so well." You plant a soft kiss on the top of his head, brushing his fringe out of his eyes. "Did it feel good?"

Steve nods, a sweet half smile appearing on his lips. You kiss him again, holding the back of his head to keep him tight againt you. Steve clings to you tightly, head resting in the crook of your arm.

"I'm sleepy." He mumbles, eyes drooping shut.

"I know, sweetie." You whisper softly, pressing more kisses into his scalp. "I've got you, just go to sleep. I'm right here."

It's not long before you can hear soft snores. Looking down at your chest you admire Steve's face, eyes closed totally asleep, a warm smile still playing on the corners of his lips.

#answered #writing request #sub!steve #steve harrington x reader #gender neutral reader #stanger things fan fiction #jerryhorneskink

[memethebum]

*taps microphone* happy @soulxmakaweek bitches, bros, and non-binary hoes!!

Got a hospital fluff-ish fic for Day 1: Devotion hehe

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Soul was no stranger to self-worth issues, but this particular situation appeared to shoot towards the top of his Why I Hate Myself list.

Kim’s solemn expression while giving him and Maka basic treatment only appeared to solidify that fact before the heavy layers of bandages across his body and the stiff mattress of the hospital bed caused his thoughts to linger through the quiet evening.

Know your place Giriko’s words cut through Soul’s head while he tried not to stare at Maka, although he could tell she was already aware of his dilemma after probing their link for a few minutes.

“Don’t,” the Deathscythe murmured as Maka began to roll out of bed, causing his partner to give him a flat stare.

As if you’d listen to me if I said that he could practically hear her think through their murky connection as she gripped onto the wall and jumped forward each step.

Their hospital beds weren’t too far apart, allowing Maka to quickly plop onto the empty space of his mattress with a huff.

“Hey,” she mumbled through a weak smile before Soul slowly tucked a few of her bangs away from her face.

“Hi,” he chuckled while his partner laced their fingers together. She then carefully rested her head against his chest, causing Soul’s body to relax as they both let out a sigh in content.

“I already miss my bed,” Maka sighed onto his neck before he let out a low snort.

“Yea, but we’ll have to make due for at least a week after the ass whoopin’ we got,” Soul joked, earning him a quizzical stare from Maka.

“What?” the Deathscythe questioned, although he immediately regretted the decision after feeling his partner gently rake her palm across the bandaged wound Giriko had given him.

“He was dumb Soul,” she whispered before tapping a finger against the tip of the gauze.

“Dumb but not wrong,” he huffed back once realizing that he couldn’t rope his way out of the situation.

“What kinda’ Deathscythe am I if I couldn’t even hold my own ground? Not to mention how the black blood has me running in circles sometimes, the way I always have to wait n’ see what you wanna do in a fight, and still can’t deal with not being as great as We-,” Soul lamented before biting his tongue once realizing how he was about to bring up his life before moving to Death City.

However, if Maka caught on to his mistake, she didn’t seem to be all that interested in squeezing any new information out of him.

Instead, she shifted her hand once more and laid it flat on the center of Soul’s chest, causing his cheeks to redden from the gesture before remembering how she’d done the same thing when he’d first gotten the discolored scar etched across his body.

“You haven’t been scrambling around by yourself y’know,” Maka murmured, forcing the Deathscythe to focus on the way her eyes seemed to have been glossed over while she mapped out both his new scar and the old one.

He then took a moment to survey the blotched bruises against Maka’s neck and the multitude of cuts against her arms and legs before pausing for a second and then letting out a chuckle.

Guess that bastard was on to somethin’ Soul thought as it dawned on him how much his place had become her place ever since he’d laid his soul out to her when they’d first introduced themselves.

He’d thought running away from his past was possible, but being able to take in Maka’s disheveled yet resolute appearance time and time again had slowly shown the Deathscythe how he’d interlocked their pain and experiences together.

The impromptu wake up call had also elicited a small flicker of hope for finally being able to share his past with Maka without feeling like a failure or coward, although he supposed that could wait until they weren’t getting hospitalized every other Tuesday.

Guess I gotta build up a lil’ more courage until then Soul thought before snaking one of his arms around Maka and letting his face fall onto the soft expanse of her scalp.

“That sounds familiar,” the Deathscythe heard his partner exclaim before realizing he’d been humming out loud.

“Erm, yea…thought it might calm our nerves,” he murmured, eliciting Maka to release a sigh in understanding.

He’d ask Sid about some basic self-defense lessons later on, but for now he was more than content with allowing himself to absorb the warmth, hurt, and comfort he and Maka were collectively radiating.

#my shit has been flopping lately #but I stay silly :/ :3 #soul eater #soul x maka #maka x soul #giriko soul eater #kim diehl #sid barrett #meme attempts to write

[babiejeeves]

good lord I’m so sorry these are sketchy but I have longwinded character design explanations that I need to get down asap

spoilers and unneeded character ramblings below the cut and in the annotated sheet

woo okay so when I started MAG I had a very clear image of Jon’s character in my head. A very old, very grouchy old man w/ some trace of South/East Asian descent who definitely had like a coin collection or something. So when I find out Jon is much younger than I first thought I was left scrabbling in my brain because okay, he’s young, but then in addition the widely accepted depiction of Jon is so far off from what I initially envisioned. (not that I don’t LOVE the design, I simply think I would do it injustice in my art style)

woo okay so when I started MAG I had a very clear image of Jon’s character in my head. A very old, very grouchy old man w/ some trace of South/East Asian descent who definitely had like a coin collection or something. So when I find out Jon is much younger than I first thought I was left scrabbling in my brain because okay, he’s young, but then in addition the widely accepted depiction of Jon is so far off from what I initially envisioned. (not that I don’t LOVE the design, I simply think I would do it injustice in my art style)

So after that I was terrified to touch his character at all. Like I was all the way through s4 before I started really jotting things down for Jon. I was having such a difficult time with it that I worked on it throughout all of s5, and finished 200 and still had no idea what to do for his design. So I kinda gave up, turned to fanart and fics to look for inspiration, and then started to see that the fandom literally had a separation of the characters’ development. Tags like “s1 Jon” or “s4 Martin”. So then my brain turned on again and said “okay, so I need to draw different people!” And so I did.

Hopping into s1 Jon’s design, I hate it. I hate it so much. I toiled for a good two hours for this one sketch and I hate it. But that’s it’s intention and I find it hilarious. S1 Jon killed me dude. He made me so uncomfortable and annoyed but he was written so well that he kinda turned into a hard to swallow pill. So I made that my design. The hard ass, the skeptic, everything about Jon that I, Tim, Sasha, Martin HATED and I made it s1 Jon. So yeah, my s1 Jon design makes me writhe in pain but I revel in the fact that I accomplished my goal for him in that respect.

s2-s4 Jon is like pinnacle accomplishment for me. I tasked myself to make Jon not differ in appearance too greatly, but to appear younger, as in those seasons he is incredibly naive and paranoid, in an indignant-child kind of way. All the same, he is fighting with existentialism. Gotta love juxtaposition ig. Anyways, the differences are self explanatory for the most part. The untucked shirt, the mismatched socks, the unkempt appearance all around. Children and existential adults both have trouble keeping up with appearances and hygiene, hence those decision. The body language is a given too lmao.

S5 Jon is still kind of up in the air as to my decisions on his design. If you’re an character design over-analyst like me I love suggestions. And god forbid if you read all of this thank ya kindly lmao.

#tma fanart #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus pod #jon sims #jonathan sims #character design

[gcldfanged]

(hey soda you should write me a drabble of jae watching tseng shoot veld)

"You must eliminate the Leader of Avalanche and the fugitive, Verdot."

The words are clear as day even with the commlink's static buzz, a wave of silence permeating the very air around them as dust devils howled to life around the platoon.

Jae takes a protective stance near Veld and Elfe, his right hand slowly reaching for his sidearm.

Reno seems to follow his lead, barking out his answer.

"We ain't gonna swallow that!"

Rude appears to be in silent agreement as well, staring down the infantrymen pointing their rifles at the group with a cold and intense gaze- As though he were convinced he could dodge bullets like in the grainy film footage of schlocky action drivel, all gunkata and superhuman feats of agility, like slicing a bullet into clean twinned halves with little more than a Wutaian katana made from steel folded over a thousand fucking times.

All that was left was Tseng.

The other agent drew his gun, much to the surprise of Reno and Verdot, while Yoon merely followed suit and prepared to cover Tseng with his own sidearm. His dark eyes were wide open, focused intently on the number of enemies and their slim chances of survival.

He could deal with the odds.

The soldiers trained their sights upon their targets, the cyclopic visors masking their expressions.

"This is my answer," Tseng stated calmly. "... as the Head of the Turks."

No sooner than Tseng had pivoted on his heel to re-aim his firearm, Jae-hyo blocked his path with his own body, a mixture of disgust and disbelief twisting his expression into a pained grimace. The adrenaline was making him twitchy, almost high from the epinephrine released into his system. Words weren't even necessary by that point, they both knew that Jae wouldn't hesitate to kill a fellow agent if Verdot's life was on the line.

Except Tseng wasn't aiming for Veld at all.

The gunshot rang out like a clap of thunder and Elfe dropped to the dusty earth, the canvas fatigues of her uniform blooming a deep shade of crimson. Blood spilled out into the plains grass and mud, making a dull hued river of vitae.

"You and I both know this is the only way."

"Fuck. You," Jae spat viciously, grinding out the curses through clenched teeth.

His mind was still trying to catch up, from watching Elfe die to readjusting his stance, his trigger finger ready to pull back firmly because you did NOT squeeze a trigger- That was weeknight crime drama procedurals talking and not the actions of a dyed in the wool honest to god killer.

But could he kill Tseng? He'd already hesitated. Once, twice, a million fucking lifetimes ago.

He hated this. The little games that Shinra played, where all the judges were crooked and the politics were childishly cruel and wicked, all for the sake of warming their fat asses on some MATEVY leather and chrome chaise lounge that cost about as much as a luxury car. It was... evil, in it's more raw and purest form.

Verdot's hand was soft against his left shoulder, a craggy palm snaking over the padded bulk of his jacket and just resting there with it's familiar and meaningful weight.

"Stand down, kid... Tseng's making the right decision."

Tseng's gaze leveled with Veld's in some unspoken communication happening between them that Yoon was irritated to not be privy to. How could this be the right decision? Since when and who decided that- He wouldn't, could not accept that Verdot had to die a meaningless traitor's death.

The mental image of Verdot's haunting rictus staring back at him from the inside of a black bag steeled his resolve, until Verdot twisted Jae's arm behind his back, effectively disarming him in the blink of an eye.

"This is who we are. That is the true spirit of the Turks."

The harder he struggled, the tighter Verdot held onto him, jamming his wrist between his shoulder blades so he couldn't move without dislocating a shoulder.

"Sir, please don't do this-"

Tseng continued the one-sided conversation, ignoring Yoon's begging and frantic cries for mercy, to stop, to put a halt to this farcical turn of events.

"I knew you would understand, sir... For everything up until now- Thank you."

Verdot releases his arm, but his foot hooks around Jae's ankle and sends him sprawling onto the ground. The world inverts, a sea of stars glimmering against a canvas of inky black replacing the image of his comrade pointing a gun at their leader- Their mentor, their savior.

The gunshot is so close his ears start ringing, brimstone and sulfur filling his nostrils. He can't hear anything else, if anything more is being said, struggling to scramble onto his hands and knees. He feels it before he can see properly, the slump of Verdot's weight against his side. The hot slickness of his blood soaking into the dark wool gabardine and starched cotton of his suit. It pools and seeps against his skin, leaving his sleeve heavy.

He can't even find the strength to breathe, his chest constricting tightly as his right hand reaches out to lightly hold onto the elder man's fingers. They're limp, they don't squeeze back with a confident, masculine strength. Just lie there, splayed against the dirt.

The tears come near instantaneously, blurring his vision as he presses his forehead into the ground roughly. Teeth bared, clenched so tightly his jaw feels like it might crack at any moment, his throat seizing up as he heaves out broken animal noises and gasps, gripping tightly to Verdot's still warm hand like a lifeline. It's like he's forgotten how to get up and right himself, reduced to just laying there in the spreading pool of blood, hoping the crust of dirt and rock and limestone beneath would just open up and swallow him whole- Pulverize his bones and grind him into dust, melt his remains into molten iron.

Distantly, he hears Reno's knees hit the floor, the redhead's anguished cries joining his own.

#ceaselxss #◈ five fingers two black hooves [ic] #◈ WRITING #THANK YOU SO MUCH CAS I HATE THIS

[myfandomlife-blog]

Love is a sudden guest - part 3

chapter 3 - Billy Hargrove x Reader

no warnings

This thing with Billy was either the worst or the best thing you had ever decided to do. Right now, in this corner of the empty men's changing room at the pool, it felt like the best decision in your life. 

“I need to go, Billy,” you said between kisses but he just smiled and kept on. “My brother is picking me up any time now.”

“He can wait.” He kissed the side of your throat and you closed your eyes. 

“What if he decides to check on me and finds us?” 

“Let him.” 

“That's not funny, Billy. He will kill you and then me and then you again,” you laughed, finally slipping past him but he grabbed you by the waist pulling your back against his chest, his head resting in the crook of your neck. “I don’t think Steve Harrington would be a match for me.” He whispered into your skin. 

“You see, that’s the problem. I don’t want either of you to get hurt.” 

He was silent for a second before he said, “are you worried about me Harrington? And I was thinking you're just using me for my body.” 

You turned around smacking him against his shoulder and he let out a laugh. 

“You're a pain in my ass, Hargrove!” You said laughing and he put his hands on his heart jokingly.

“Oh no, back to the last name. I fucked up.“ 

You stepped up to him again, he was still smiling his sunshine smile at you as you kissed him again. „A pain in my ass,“ you said, walking out of the changing room, still hearing his laugh behind you.

This ‘thing’ the two of you had gone on for two weeks. Two weeks your mind was more relaxed than ever. 

But slowly there was another problem starting to sneak its way into your mind. You hadn’t realized it at first until one morning when you woke up to Billy laying next to you in your bed. Your parents were gone for the weekend and Steve had stayed the night over at Nancy‘s, so he had snuck into your bedroom window later that evening. 

The sun was shining through your half-closed curtains, illuminating his sleeping form. You watched him for a while and your heart made a suspicious leap into your throat.

Oh shit. 

There was no way you could let yourself catch feelings for him. 

That would be the peak of losing control and that was something you couldn’t handle. The thought made you freeze. 

Your stupid heart couldn’t just enjoy the relaxing time with Billy. 

No, it had to develop feelings for the guy who was most famous for breaking hearts and not getting serious with anyone ever. 

Staring at him as he slept in your bed, your bedsheets already tainted with his scent, made your heart sink. 

“You're staring,” he mumbled sleepy, already a smug grin on his beautiful face and your cheeks began to burn.  

“I'm just thinking,” you answered, turning your head back to stare at the ceiling.

“About me?” 

“NO! No, why would I?” You shook your head trying to get your heart to stop pounding.

He got up in a swift move, pinning your wrists to the bed as he hovered over you. “Why wouldn't you? I'm pretty handsome.” You rolled your eyes as he let out a laugh.

“You're pretty annoying,” you said, smiling up at him, “your handsome appearance is just an addition to make your company bearable.”  

“Oh is that so? I can remember someone who couldn't get enough of my ‘unbearable company’ last night.” He came down kissing the spot right below your ear. “And especially not enough of this.” He continued down your throat to your collarbone and you let out a soft moan.

“Okay, okay, I'm a lost cause,” you said laughing and he pulled back to look into your eyes. „That makes two of us.“ 

All you wished for was that the morning would go on like this forever, but as ‘luck‘ wasn’t something that came to you often, you heard Steve‘s voice call up the stairs. 

„Shit! It’s my brother. You need to go,“ you whispered, pushing Billy off of you. 

„Relax, I’m sure he won’t come in here. And even if he did, would it be so bad if he knew?“ Hadn’t you been so shocked by your brother's return, you maybe would have noticed the change in Billy's voice.

“You need to go, please,” you said frantically, picking up his clothes from the floor, and tossing them onto the bed. He took them, not looking at you, and got dressed before he walked over to the window turning around one last time before he vanished without saying another word.

Tina's Party was as loud and obnoxious as you had expected. The only reason you had agreed to come was because Nancy had begged you, she wanted someone there who wouldn’t be a ‘drunk teenage mess‘ and so now you were here. 

It didn't take long for things to go south.

At first, you noticed the tension between Nancy and Steve but you had no idea what was going on. 

You tried to keep Nancy away from the concoction that they called punch so she wouldn't turn into the ‘drunk teenage mess’. You were just grabbing the cup from her hands (against her weak protest) when your eyes landed on the two people entering through the backdoor. 

You should have known that Billy would probably turn up, he wouldn't miss a party like that. And a little voice in your head had secretly hoped he would come but not like this because behind him was Carol Perkins. 

But what had made your stomach turn was Billy's arm around Carol's shoulders. 

Nancy's groan beside you, and the loud music faded from your mind as you stared at him. It took him a moment to look up from Carol to let his gaze wander through the room. His eyes landed on you and his grin died.

It broke your heart to see him with Carol and you were sure he could read the hurt in your face the second his eyes landed on you. 

You turned away as the loud music started to sweep back into your mind. 

You couldn't take the sight of him together with Carol, so you pushed yourself through the crowd to the front door to get away. 

How could he do this?

And you were stupid enough to catch feelings for him. 

To be honest, you never really talked about anything like this, you had just assumed you were the only one for him but then your stupid heart had started to develop those feelings and your stupid brain had taken on this course too, letting you think he felt the same. 

The more you thought about it, the more it was hurting you. How could you be so stupid? You knew this whole thing was going to break your heart but you hadn’t thought it would be so soon. 

Your eyes were burning as you walked down the street. 

Luckily Tina’s house wasn’t far from yours and the cold dark silence was exactly what you needed right now. 

Between cursing your stupidity and silently sobbing as your eyes teared up, you hadn’t noticed that Billy had followed you until he called your name. 

„Y/n! Come on, please wait.“

You stopped but didn’t turn around, afraid your face would betray you. The last thing you needed right now was him finding out you were dumb enough to develop feelings. 

„What do you want?“ You asked coldly over your shoulder. 

„I… are you ok?“ He asked, unsure and you let out a bitter laugh.

„Why do you care? Shouldn’t you be in there with Carol? She seemed eager to be alone with you.“

He was silent for a moment and you thought he just left but then he laughed and said, „don’t tell me you're jealous, y/n? That’s so out of character for you.“ 

You snapped around glaring at him. „I’m certainly not jealous. I'm just angry at myself for thinking that you might take this seriously and not sleep around with every breathing woman in town. But what was I expecting?“ 

His smile was gone by now and you could see the anger in his eyes. Anger and something different you couldn’t quite place.

„You're one to talk about taking things seriously, y/n.“ This time it was he who let out a bitter laugh. 

„What is that supposed to mean?“ 

„This morning you almost pushed me out of your window so your brother wouldn’t suspect a thing,“ he took a step forward but then stopped again. 

„You know he can’t find out about us…“

„Yeah, I know! Nobody can find out about us! Isn’t that right? No one can know that the perfect y/n Harrington let herself sink so low as to sleep with Billy Hargrove!“ His voice was so bitter it made you sick. 

„That's not true, Billy. I never thought that.“ 

He took another step towards you and stopped again. „Then what did you think was going to happen? Do you think I would wait for you to call on me when you're alone or when you need to let out some steam and then you shove me away to pretend to be the perfect little princess again?“ 

„I… I thought we were just…“ your voice was raspy.

„That we're just fucking around for fun and games?“ He asked, stepping in front of you. „Well it stopped being just that a while ago, am I right?“ 

You couldn't hold his stare any longer and as your gaze snapped away from his, he let out another bitter laugh. “Yeah, but this being anything other than a fun little secret isn't something you want, right? Can't let someone like me be a big black stain on your pearly white vest.”

What was wrong with you? Wasn’t this exactly what you wanted? He had basically admitted that he wanted more and all you could do was stand there speechless. Even if your heart was aching for him, you just couldn't get the words out. All this time you had told yourself that it needed to be a secret because of your brother but the truth was, you were just a coward and Billy didn't deserve this.  

He watched you, waiting for anything that might prove him wrong. Anything that would show him that he was more to you than just a mistake but there was nothing and his heart sank. He was hurt after you urged him to leave this morning and after he had heard that you would be at Tina's party he decided to tease you a little. He thought that seeing him with another girl would make you realize what you felt but this wasn't how he had imagined this to go. 

“I'm sorry, Billy” It was the only thing you had said and the one thing he didn't want to hear. 

“Maybe then it is for the best if we stop seeing each other. This whole thing was doomed to be short-lived anyway.” 

It could have gone differently, he thought and turned around not waiting for your answer, because he could no longer stand your silence when all he wanted was for you to tell him that he was wrong.

Billy's absence had torn a bigger hole into your life than you had expected. There was his scent still lingering on your bed sheets which made you lay awake night after night. 

And then there was your power which seemed to have vanished almost completely. You couldn't sleep, you couldn't eat and you certainly couldn't empty your mind enough to use your powers. 

Of course, Steve noticed that something was off with you but you just told him that you weren't feeling well and that it would pass. He still didn't stop looking at you worried but luckily he had not asked you again. 

You knew he had trouble with Nancy and you did not want to concern him with your problems.

You had called El telling her that you wouldn't come over to train until you felt better and she understood. You had told her that you probably would get a cold or something and to your luck, she was easier to convince than Steve.

You hadn’t really left your room or the house in the past three days until one evening when a cold shiver ran down your spine. You knew that feeling and it made your breath get caught in your throat even before Steve and Dustin showed up in your room, you knew what was happening. 

Something was back and you were sure that Dustin's “pet” wasn't the biggest problem.

And sadly you were right. Your stomach turned at the sight of Will, again possessed by the Mind Flayer. Panic started to flood your mind as the memory of your own possession was rising again making it hard to breathe.

You had stayed back in the house with Steve and the kids when Hopper, El, and Joyce left for the lab. Maybe if something would attack you, you could protect them even if your power hadn't shown itself in three days. 

“Hey y/n, can I talk to you for a moment?” You snapped out of your thoughts to see Max right in front of you. The two of you had been upstairs to search for torchlights.

“Yeah, sure.” 

“So I wanted to ask…what happened between you and Billy?” You looked at her confused. That was the last question you had expected.

“I don't know what you’re talking about. I think you misunderstood something,” you whispered.

She watched you for a moment, the slightest hint of doubt written on her face but then she let out a soft breath and squinted her eyes. 

“You see, Billy somehow changed the last couple of weeks. He's not such a big asshole as before and he was even kinda nice to me a couple of times. And then I started to realize that it began at the same time as when you finally relaxed enough to control your power.”

You opened your mouth to tell her how absurd she sounded when she cut you off. “And I saw you behind the school on the night of the basketball game.” 

You stared at her as heat crept up your cheeks with the memory of that night. 

“Don't worry, I haven't told anyone. I figured that you might have your reasons not to talk about it and I can respect that.”

“Did anyone ever tell you that you're too smart for a child?” You said and she grinned smugly. 

“But can I ask you what happened? You two seemed happy those past weeks but I guess he ruined it with something stupid, am I right?”

You shook your head looking at the torchlight in your hand, “no, not really. It was my fault, I was too much of a coward and couldn't stop thinking about what others might think of me and I destroyed… whatever it was that we had.” 

Max padded your shoulder, “maybe it's not too late? You can always try and fix it?” 

“Oh, I don't think he wants to see me again. He seemed really pissed when I last spoke to him.” You fidgeted with the lamp in your hand avoiding her gaze.

“Do you love him?” 

Your head snapped up at her question and you stared at her wide-eyed. You had done everything to shove that thought deep down into your mind whenever it dared to rise into your consciousness. “I…”

But Max’s gaze snapped to the window as she rushed past you to look outside. “Shit,” she cursed and you stepped beside her to see the too-familiar car drive up to the house.

“He must be looking for me. If he finds me here with Lucas this late at night he will kill me.” 

“Go downstairs and hide with the others, I'll talk to him,” you said.

She nodded, visibly panicking, and rushed downstairs and you followed her. You already could hear Billy’s and Steve’s voices as he rushed past your brother into the house. 

“MAXINE!” He yelled as he saw her standing behind Lucas at the window. “Well well well, Lucas Sinclaire what a surprise. I thought I told you to stay away from him Max.”

“Billy go away,” she said.

“You're dead Sinclaire,” he hissed, rushing over to Lucas as you stepped in front of him.

“Please stop.” He froze for a second staring at you before he snapped out of it. “Out of my way, Harrington.” 

“No,” you said sternly, still not moving. “You should leave them alone. Go home, Billy.” The rage in his eyes was growing and your fingertips started to prickle but you weren't afraid of him. He came closer, his face right in front of yours and his familiar scent hit you. 

“Out of my way, Harrington.” he hissed.

“Back off Hargrove,” Steve called, and before you could say something his fist collided with Billy's face.

“Steve! What the hell?” you yelled at him but Billy was already getting up again, laughing.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh? I've been waiting to meet this king Steve everybody is telling me so much about.” His nose was bloody and he walked slowly over to Steve.

“Get out. Nobody here wants to deal with your psycho attitude.” Steve said, pushing Billy back with two fingers.

He just grinned and licked his lips, his eyes flickering over to you and his gaze met yours. You saw the betrayed look in his eyes flash up for just a second before it vanished again and he looked back at Steve.

He got a little closer to his ear and whispered, “I was good enough for her.” His finger pointed over Steve's shoulder at you and you shook your head disappointed.

“What the hell are you talking about, asshole.” Steve turned around expecting to see your face painted with the same confusion as his but you couldn't look at him. “What is he talking about y/n?” Still confused, his gaze switched between Billy and you as the realization was starting to set in.

“No… this is a joke, tell me he is lying, y/n.” He shook his head slowly and you looked up at him, tilting your head, trying to make him understand as you said, “I can't.” 

“I don't believe it.” he laughed bitterly, “I just can't believe it.” His face went cold as your eyes started to burn.

“Steve…” you begged but he avoided your gaze as he walked past you and out of the back door. 

You looked up at Billy, his face a mask of anger mixed with regret and tears started to coat your sight. “So it wasn't for you to get a hit at my brother, huh?” You didn't wait for his answer as you turned around and went after Steve.

“Y/n, wait,” Billy said but you were already gone. 

Steve was standing outside, rubbing his palms over his face and through his hair in frustration and as he saw you he turned away. 

“Steve! Please let me explain.” 

“Explain what?” He snapped at you, “that you slept with him out of all the people in this god-forsaken town?” He gestured back to the house before he put his hands on his hips. “I thought you were smarter than that, y/n. He tried to get you into his bed this whole time and I can't believe you fell for that.” 

“It wasn't like that, Steve. The first time I just wanted…” you froze as you realized what you had said.

His eyes went wide and he let out a breath, “what do you mean ‘the first time’?” 

You looked at him opening your mouth to answer but he cut you off. “How long has this been going on?” His voice was merely a whisper.

“It started three weeks ago at the night of the Basketball game but it's been over since the night of Tina's party.” 

“Jesus, y/n.” Steve shook his head again in disbelief. “Two weeks? You went to him for two weeks?”  

“I wanted to tell you but…I didn't know how.” You were sobbing silently and Steve’s face got a little softer but then his gaze was fixed back on you. He watched you for a moment, eyes narrowed and you could almost see the gears turning in his head.

“Y/n, do you have feelings for this brick?” He sounded like it was ridiculous to even ask it but when you didn't answer, his shoulders slumped and he rubbed his hand over his face. “Jesus, y/n.” 

The two of you were silent for a moment, not looking at each other as Max came out of the house, assessing the mood before she said carefully, “Billy is gone. He left right after you two went outside.” 

“Good,” Steve said and walked up to Max, “That is probably the only smart thing he has ever done in his life.” He stopped to look back at you, his eyes were soft again and then he said, “we have more important things to worry about right now. We should talk about this later.” 

You nodded and followed him inside pulling up a little smile for Max who hooked her arm through yours to comfort you.

...

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove reader #stranger things #fluff stuff #fanfiction #secret relationship

[vicsdeangelis]

unfinished wip #3

the infamous "handprint" fic that might never be:

The first time was a just mistake – wasn't that what all cheaters said? Rather, it had been a night full of mistakes, one bad decision making after another that led you into a stranger's bed.

You would blame the alcohol at first to ease your guilt, but you knew you took no more than a few sips of your drink before you saw him, lucid enough to say no if you wanted to, but you didn't, and to say it all went downhill after that would be an understatement.

You kept checking him out even after he had caught you staring. Just a mistake. You held eye contact with him from across the bar, not even trying to hide your desire. Just a mistake. You smiled and bit your lower lip and pushed your hair off your shoulder to make your cleavage more visible once he approached your table. Just a mistake. You ignored the painful pinch on your thigh delivered by one of your friends, worried about what she was seeing unfold right in front of her. Just a mistake. You accepted his invitation to step outside for a smoke despite never having had a cigarette in your entire life. Just a mistake. You told him exactly that when he handed you a pack, and didn't step away when he started getting closer, a cocky smile appearing on his beautiful face. Just a mistake.

"Why did you come with me, then?" he asked. You had no answer for that, not one that he didn't already know anyway. Instead, you touched his chest, his torso, his belt. Just a mistake.

The stranger took that as an invitation to touch you back. His fingers running down your body, from your neck to your waist, where his hands made a home for themselves. And you allowed him. Just a mistake. It was you who initiated the kiss, stepping closer to him, pressing your bodies against each other's, holding him by the side of his neck and gripping his shirt tight. Just a mistake. He pushed you against a wall, his hands threatening to go under your shirt, his lips moving against yours, his tongue making a point to show you what you could have should you decide to take things further. Just a mistake.

And just like that you found yourself in a car with a man whose name you didn't even know yet, sitting on your own hands to stop yourself from touching him. There was something about the man that made you irrational, acting only on your most primal instincts. You could feel yourself shaking every time you looked over at him; his serious, focused look on the road ahead, the clench of his jaw, the way his fingers gripped the wheel, it all sent waves of electricity through your whole body, ending on your cunt.

Before you realized, you arrived at his place. You couldn't keep your hands to yourself any longer, pulling him in for a hungry kiss as the elevator doors closed. You moaned into his mouth when you felt his hands grabbing your ass, consequently bringing your body closer to his; you could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against you, making your head spin. The feeling of letting your body dictate your every action was alien to you, never having experienced this raw all consuming need for another person before. If the doors hadn't opened to his floor when they did, you were sure you would have fucked him right then, in that elevator, and you couldn't find it in you to be ashamed.

He pushed you against his door, trapping you with his body, lips still on yours, as he searched his pockets for his keys. You would have laughed at the clumsiness of the situation were you able to think about anything other than the wonders of his tongue.

Once inside, between kisses and bites on your neck, he murmured his name against your skin, finally introducing himself. The syllables, his breath, his tongue coming right after. A simple name shouldn't feel so good.

Ethan.

He said you would need it later, would need his name when he took you apart, would need to know who to call for, who to beg for, who to scream for.

Your skin felt hotter to the touch, heat rising up your entire body. The overconfidence of his words should have been off-putting, but they only thrilled you. You believed him. You believed he would be capable of rendering you an incomprehensible mess, and there was nothing you wanted more.

You stumbled across his apartment, hands and lips all over each other's bodies. He tried guiding you into his room with as much grace as he could manage, but your hand massaged his erection over his trousers, making him forget what he was supposed to be doing.

You enjoyed knowing you affected him as much as he affected you.

#late night blurbs #vicsdeangelis unfinished wips

[lazarettta]

Our Business II

Warnings: Hella explicit GP sex here. Minors stay tf away lol

Sasha came into the suite's living room with an ice pack wrapped in a cloth dish towel. Charlotte was half sitting half lying on the sofa in her sports bra and gray sweatpants. Charlotte had bruises forming on her arms and her back, a true testament to the beating she took from Nia two hours ago.

Sasha sat on the edge of the cushion and gingerly set the ice pack on Charlotte's left shoulder. Her phone had been blowing up earlier from Becky and others who were friends of both Sasha and Charlotte, worried about Charlotte's well being. But Sasha only messaged Becky and Charlotte's parents to let them know that they were both alright and would call them all a little later once they got some rest.

Sasha planned on sending a tweet out later but right now her main concern was making sure that Charlotte didn't die in the middle of the night. She was being overly dramatic of course but it was the thought that counted.

Charlotte slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Sasha with a bit of a goofy smile, “So...I made her tap.”

Sasha rolled her eyes, pushing Charlotte back down onto the sofa, “You have twelve days to cash in on that deal. Tonight let's just focus on resting okay? I still can't believe that Stephanie found some kindness in her tiny ass heart and cleared us for any appearances for two weeks.”

“Tonight was wild...you were so right though.” Charlotte mumbled, adjusting the ice pack on her shoulder, “I hate when you're right too.”

“Right about what exactly? I'm generally right about a lot of things.”

Charlotte scoffed sleepily, the pain medicine the trainer gave her was starting to settle in, “Nia...being stronger than I thought she was.”

Sasha chuckled lightly and shook her head, and took Charlotte's hand as she stood, “Come on Char, let's get you in the bed before you fall asleep on this sofa because I'm not carrying your big ass to the bed.”

Charlotte snorted and it took a bit of work along with a lot of whining on Charlotte's part but they got across the hotel suite to the bedroom with Sasha supporting most of Charlotte's weight with her smaller frame. Sasha was about to lead Charlotte to the second bed but Charlotte shook her head, placing her hand on the wall and somehow stopping Sasha.

“Wait,” she croaked, clearing her throat, “I wanna sleep with you.”

Sasha looked up at Charlotte, eyes wide as she worried her bottom lip, “Uh...are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable and cause you more pain?”

“Please?” Sasha nodded quietly and led Charlotte to her bed. Charlotte got comfortable on the right side of the bed, her preferred side. Sasha turned off the lights and crawled into the bed next to Charlotte on her stomach.

After a while, Charlotte shifted and Sasha heard the ice bag hit the nightstand. Charlotte groaned as she scooted closer to Sasha and wrapped her arm and leg around her. But Sasha didn't mind, she was oddly comforted by the weight of Charlotte and warmth as Charlotte acted as an added blanket and Sasha was quickly lulled to sleep.

“Night Sasha...”

“G'night,” was the last thing Sasha mumbled before falling asleep.

~~

Sasha woke up in the middle of the night, sweating more than a little bit. Charlotte was softly snoring in her ear and still very much draped over her body. Given the extra body from Charlotte and being unused to wearing clothing to bed, Sasha was mildly uncomfortable.

As gently as she could, Sasha pushed the blondes limp arm from around her and sat up a little in their bed. Tiredly making the quick decision, using the logic that Charlotte has already seen her naked and more, it wouldn't matter. When she finished stripping out of her night clothes, Sasha snuggled back under the covers, enjoying the feel of the cool sheets against her warm bare skin. Sasha reached under her pillow for her phone when it buzzed and she saw that it was a text from an unknown number.

Sasha, it's Bayley. Are you up?

Sasha sighed loudly, closing her eyes as she put her phone back where she found it. She had no idea where Bayley was getting all of these phone numbers but she was getting tired of blocking all of them, but that was a problem for later—she was more content on getting more sleep. Charlotte moved closer to Sasha and hugged her close. Sasha tried to create some space between them but Charlotte, even asleep, was strong.

“Hmm, I missed touching you like this.”

And she was apparently awake.

“Go to sleep, Charles.” Sasha closed her eyes, fully intending on going back to sleep but Charlotte had sat up behind her on her elbow, leaning over Sasha slightly. Even in the darkness, Charlotte could see Sasha perfectly. Her eyes were taking in Sasha's beautiful body that wasn't covered by the sheets, but Charlotte's gaze was steadily drawn to Sasha's face.

For the past three months, Charlotte was reminded how much she's missed Sasha in the past two years. Missing her laugh, her love for everything anime, her pettiness—everything about her. The past three months were everything that Charlotte didn't know that she needed and she wanted more.

“I can feel your eyes on me, and the answer is no. Get some rest, you're hurting.”

Charlotte ignored Sasha and leaned down, kissing Sasha softly—lingering, then kissing her again. Softly at first then a little more firmly when Sasha didn't even put up a fight against her advances.

When Sasha turned her head to breathe, Charlotte pressed a kiss to the shell of Sasha's ear, her lips moving to Sasha's exposed neck, kissing and sucking just hard enough to elicit a moan from Sasha but not hard enough to leave a mark. Scooting closer behind her, Charlotte snaked an arm around Sasha and reached up to Sasha's right breast, it easily fit into the palm of her hand and Charlotte squeezed softly while simultaneously rolling a hardening nipple between two fingers, earning another soft moan.

Charlotte shivered, feeling herself beginning to wake up and she was sure that Sasha felt it too. Sasha's eyes opened and she turned around a little more as Charlotte switched breasts, not wanting it to feel neglected. Sasha couldn't help but push her chest further into Charlotte's greedy hands. And she sighed when Charlotte leaned down to take her right breast into her mouth, teasing Sasha with the tip of her tongue until Sasha finally reached up and tangled her hand in Charlotte's hair. Sasha forced Charlotte's face further into her chest and began guiding Charlotte's mouth exactly where she wanted her most.

Charlotte felt Sasha moan beneath her when she roughly sucked one of her erect nipples, her tongue flicking back and forth. Charlotte shifted over Sasha, pushing one muscular thigh between Sasha's and Charlotte felt Sasha's wet heat immediately and her entire body twitched. Charlotte flexed her muscles, getting an even louder response and she smirked. The older woman shifted again, this time moving to spread Sasha's legs further apart to get better access but the moment she did, Charlotte's entire body seized up and she groaned into Sasha's chest, painfully.

Suddenly Sasha's grip in her tightened, “W-wait...Char, wait...”

Charlotte breathed heavily through her nose before picking up her head and looking at Sasha, smiling softly, “I'm fine baby, I promise.”

“You're not though, you're hurting....” Charlotte was about to whine about going to sleep with blue balls, but Sasha quickly kissed away her pout, “Lay back and let me do the work tonight, okay?”

Charlotte coughed, nearly choking on her own spit but she quickly cleared her throat and nodded. “I...alright.” Charlotte slowly eased off of Sasha and she took Sasha's spot in the middle of the bed and laid down on her back, immediately feeling the relief when she was able to relax. And she was glad for the change of position. In hindsight, Charlotte should've realized that what she planned to do wasn't wise.

Sasha pushed the sheets aside and Charlotte watched Sasha move, and she licked her lips when Sasha reached for the waistband of her sweatpants and lifted her hips to help the younger woman remove them. Sasha saw Charlotte's member twitching against her stomach and smirked—she knew that this was all too easy.

Sasha tossed Charlotte's sweats aside leaving the woman naked except for her sports bra, and she could see Charlotte's nipples pushing against the fabric and smirked. Sasha settled on her knees between Charlotte's legs and the woman moved them further apart to give Sasha more room. Charlotte pressed her lips together when Sasha grabbed her rapidly hardening member, and smiled up at her, “Comfortable?”

“Oh yeah,” Charlotte reached up and pushed her hand beneath her sports bra, eyes still focused on the woman between her legs as Sasha slowly swiped her tongue over the head before gently took Charlotte in her mouth and Charlotte sighed heavily, her eyes nearly rolling closed already. She was nearly embarrassed how close she was but it's been three months—and if Sasha kept looking at her like that, Charlotte was going to blow her top sooner than she wanted.

Sasha's mouth slid up and down over Charlotte, taking the woman a bit deeper each time and it was everything Charlotte could do to keep her hips still, especially when she felt Sasha's free hand caressing her lower stomach occasionally scratching Charlotte with her nails. Charlotte continued to fondle her own breasts beneath her sports bra as she let her head fall back on the pillows with her eyes screwed shut. Sasha's mouth was so warm and wet, and her tempo was just the way Charlotte liked it. Sasha was making love to her member with her mouth and she was enjoying it just as much as Charlotte was.

Charlotte cursed loudly when she felt Sasha's hand leave the base of her shaft, resting on top of her thigh and Sasha began to deep throat her, and Charlotte could feel Sasha's efforts rolling down to the sheets beneath her and her hips moved gently, loving the feel of Sasha's mouth alone. Sasha's speed was varying and she was in no hurry to make Charlotte come.

“I...Sasha,” Charlotte choked when Sasha's throat nearly suffocated her and Charlotte reached down to hold Sasha's head in place but Sasha had been watching her the entire time and intercepted Charlotte's hand, lacing their fingers together. And Charlotte looked down and she swore that Sasha was smirking, she could feel it more than she could see it. Sasha was looking at Charlotte with a look of lust and something else, and Charlotte was so close to the edge so soon it was almost embarrassing.

Sasha pulled back and Charlotte shivered when the cool air hit her overheated wet skin before that shiver turned into a rough shudder when she felt Sasha's soft tongue on the underside of her cock, licking back and forth across Charlotte's shaft. Feeling the heat of Sasha's mouth, watching her lips wrapped around her—working her with her mouth along, Charlotte's grip on Sasha's handed tightened as she couldn't resist any longer.

And it was almost as if Sasha could read Charlotte's mind, as if she sensed that Charlotte couldn't hold on anymore—Charlotte fully expected Sasha to pull back and jerk her off, but Sasha quickly took Charlotte back in her mouth and took as much as she could, and it was Sasha gagging and wetting Charlotte's member even more that had Charlotte crying out as she swelled in Sasha's mouth, and when Sasha breathed through her nose and sucked harder, Charlotte called out Sasha's name as her orgasm tore through her already sore body. Sasha swallowed everything that Charlotte had to give, and Sasha slowed down and continued to gently suck and caress Charlotte for five more minutes before pulling away completely with a soft pop.

And Charlotte couldn't open her eyes to save her life, the way she was feeling was indescribable but she felt as if she were floating on cloud nine and she was still trying to catch her breath. “Holy shit...that was great,” Charlotte chuckled tiredly, bringing both of her hands to her stomach and feeling her heart thumping fast and hard still.

Sasha snorted as she got up from the bed and went into the bathroom suite, but Charlotte just continued to lay there—if she wasn't too sore to move earlier she was now, but it was worth everything. Charlotte could hear the water running in the bathroom and Sasha brushing her teeth and she was nearly asleep when Sasha came back to bed and Charlotte nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a warm and wet cloth cleaning her up. And if she wasn't already falling before...she definitely was before.

Lazily, Charlotte placed her hand on Sasha's lower back and caressed her soft skin, “Thank you,” she mumbled sleepily, taking a deep even breath. Sasha rolled her eyes at Charlotte but she was smiling fondly.

“You deserved it.” Sasha tossed the towel aside on the nightstand before laying down, snuggled close to Charlotte after she pulled their sheets back up and quickly got comfortable, exhaustion settling deep into her bones.

“I should defend your title more often then...if this is the thanks I get.” Charlotte chuckled, wincing when Sasha slapped her stomach, “Damn you're so abusive.”

“You like it.” Sasha yawned and rolled over.

Charlotte got comfortable behind Sasha and wrapped one arm around her waist, her hand settling just beneath her belly button possessively. And Sasha reached down and intertwined their fingers, making Charlotte smile and finally fall asleep.

FIN

#wwe superstars #wwe imagines #charlotte flair x sasha banks #charsha fanfic #charsha imagines

[coochiequeens]

Reproductive choice is so much more than access to abortion. It’s also knowing all the risks of childbirth and way to heal after birth.

“You’ve got two minutes to make your decision.”

The delivery doctor looks up from between my legs. I gaze at the ceiling and focus on a fluorescent light, trying to push my fear into its glow. 

“What are the risks?” I ask.

“If you have an emergency c-section at this stage, the primary risk is permanent damage to your uterus and risk of hemorrhage,” the doctor replies. “If I deliver with forceps, there’s a chance your baby may have a small amount of facial bruising. If you go with forceps, it’ll be over in a matter of minutes.”

I choose forceps. Twelve people suddenly appear in the room: doctors, nurses, paramedics, students. They line up solemnly against the back wall. Someone wheels a tray of gleaming metal instruments to the bottom of the bed. 

“Right,” I hear. “One big push.” 

Then there she is. My daughter. Pale and silent. Then red and screaming. I hold her as I shake convulsively, in a stupor after 50 hours of labor.

Two doctors spend an hour sewing me up. I don’t understand what is happening to my body, only that my baby and I have made it to the other side. Alive. At that moment, that is enough. 

“You have a severe third-degree tear and a shattered tailbone,” my obstetrician tells me later that day. “Keep icing it. Use Dermaplast. See me in two weeks. You may experience fecal incontinence, so I’m going to refer you to a pelvic floor therapist.” He glances at my exposed stomach, riddled with a furious network of stretch marks. “Oh dear,” he grimaces. “Your poor belly.” 

A critical fact I did not know at the time is that about 90% of people who give birth vaginally will experience tearing. Tears are classified in grades of severity, from one to four. The more common first- and second-degree tears involve lacerations in the vaginal and perineal tissue. With third-degree injuries, the tear extends from the vagina to the anus. In a rarer fourth-degree tear, the laceration extends from the vagina through the perineal area and anal sphincter muscles and into the rectum. Interventions such as forceps and vacuums can significantly increase the risk of a severe tear.

When the epidural wore off, the pain was indescribable. Back at home, I waddled around with my newborn strapped to my chest, legs as far apart as they would go, giant ice packs falling out of the flimsy mesh underwear provided by the hospital. Simply sitting in a chair sent pain shooting through my body. Getting out of it took an agonizing ten minutes. I didn’t dare look at my Frankenvulva in the mirror.

When I went back for my obstetrician appointment two weeks later, it turned out that one of the stitches wasn’t sewn correctly and there was a piece of skin hanging where it shouldn’t. It had to be burned off. A shadowy sense of shame began to surround me. Despite the traumatic nature of the delivery, I felt okay talking about my birth and my broken tailbone. But the fact that my vagina had ripped almost to my ass? I didn’t really discuss it with anyone ― including my husband.

“Simply sitting in a chair sent pain shooting through my body. Getting out of it took an agonizing ten minutes. I didn’t dare look at my Frankenvulva in the mirror.”

I felt as though I’d been neutered. Unsure of how I could ever even entertain the idea of having sex again. Convinced that the pain would last forever (ultimately, it took over two years for me not to be aware of it).

Every time I peed, I had a water bottle on hand to help dilute the searing sting. Like so many other women, I just dealt with it in silence. My pelvic floor therapy sessions petered out as I went back to work a couple of months later. I could barely make time in my schedule to pump, let alone take a cab into downtown Chicago for twice-weekly appointments. 

Well, this is motherhood, I thought. The moment a child is born, the mother stops being the patient. We’re expected to smile. Be grateful for our baby. Be quiet. Just deal with it. 

Many women don’t realize that childbirth can involve such extreme injury. Fortunately, that’s starting to change. In 2018 ― a year after I gave birth to my daughter ― Keira Knightly wrote a personal essay about her first childbirth experience. “My vagina split,” she wrote. “You came out with your eyes open. Arms up in the air. Screaming.” She wrote that women are then expected to hide: “Hide our pain, our bodies splitting, our breasts leaking, our hormones raging.” In 2020, Chrissy Teigen tweeted in response to people complaining about taking PCR tests, “My vagina was ripped to my asshole giving birth to Luna. I had a vagasshole. Fuck your swab pain.”

The rise of celebrities talking about their own birth injuries helped catalyze a tide change in the types of conversations I heard around me. Other mothers began to talk more openly about the brutality of birth. I joined in, galvanized by the knowledge that I was not alone. Instagram became a hub of support and community, with pages such as Life After Fourth Degree Tears dedicated to sharing people’s stories. 

One day in 2019, two close friends and I were frustrated by the fact that we still couldn’t go to our local Walgreens or Target to pick up items to help our other new mom friends heal during their fourth trimesters. So we decided to do something about it. We innovated and secured two patents for our dream postpartum recovery underwear and a suite of ice/heat packs specially contoured to fit between the legs or over the uterus. They can be inserted directly into the underwear and stay in place to help with tenderness and swelling. We wanted to ensure that the next wave of people giving birth had access to a more functional and therapeutic option than the mesh hospital freebie.

Yes, tearing is almost certainly going to happen if you have a vaginal delivery. Most people will have a first- or second-degree tear. The more severe injuries ― which are far more challenging to recover from ― are uncommon (about 6 in 100 births) and scary to contemplate. But not talking about it means that many people have trouble getting adequate information prior to delivery and feel unprepared and unsupported during recovery. 

Now knowing firsthand the risks and severe consequences of tearing in childbirth, here’s some advice I’d share with other mothers-to-be:

1. Knowledge is power. 

Educate yourself on the risk factors of severe tears and incorporate prevention and aftercare strategies into your birth and postpartum careplans. You cannot actually prevent a significant tear ― it’s largely due to forces outside of your control, such as the size of your baby and your anatomy. But seeing a pelvic floor therapist in the months before giving birth may help reduce recovery time after delivery, no matter how severe the tear. Perineal massage and stretching prior to delivery may also help with muscle pliability and help mitigate the impact of the tear.

2. Be your own advocate. 

During delivery, you can ask your doctor, doula or midwife to support your perineum with their hand as you push, which has been proven to help reduce the severity of tearing. Press for a proper diagnosis and review of your injury (many moms I know were told they had a tear, but had no idea to what degree). If you suspect something is wrong, don’t brush it away: You know your body best. Talk to your doctor.

If you suffer from a major tear, request regular check-ups with your medical provider until you are fully healed. If you are working and still in discomfort, speak to HR and see if there are ways for your company to help support you as you heal. And if you think you may have PTSD from your delivery experience, reach out to a mental health professional. There are some incredibly effective techniques to help resolve feelings of anger, grief and shame that can arise from a difficult birth.

3. See a pelvic floor therapist after delivery ― no matter what. 

Every OB-GYN, doula and midwife I’ve ever spoken to says the same thing: They wish pelvic floor therapy was mandatory and accessible for every single person who gives birth. Book some sessions for a couple of weeks after your due date in advance. You’ll be glad you did.

4. There are ways to ease the pain. 

Ice therapy is proven to help ease discomfort and speed up recovery time. Sitz baths are a blessing. Stool softeners are your best friend. Use a peri bottle when you pee to help dilute the sting of urine. Donut cushions arereally helpful, too, as they prevent your vulva/perineum from coming into direct contact with your chair.

5. Know that you are not alone. 

Research indicates that women’s pain levels after experiencing a second-degree tear or greater can be linked to their risk for developingpostpartum depression. Combined with the intimate nature of the topic and how so many of us don’t feel comfortable talking about our vulvas in general, it’s little wonder that so many women feel isolated and alone in their pain. But you are not. The statistics alone prove it. 

You do not need to suffer silently, as so many of us have beenconditioned. By talking, sharing and ensuring we have the means to take care of ourselves ― and each other ― mothers and birthing people can find a connective, collective resilience and invaluable support system to help us as we move through the pain, onwards to the other side.

Mia Clarke is a writer and the co-founder of the women’s health innovation company, Nyssa, which released its bestselling FourthWear Postpartum Recovery Underwear in 2019 and has been featured in Forbes, Vogue, Fast Company and more. She also edits Body of Knowledge, a new content platform dedicated to interrogating the under-discussed realities of womanhood and has written about miscarriage for The Washington Post. Prior to working in women’s health and innovation, Mia was a music journalist and the guitarist in the British indie rock band, Electrelane.

#Pregnancy and childbirth #childbirth can result in injury

[sillicii]

✦ — 18+ Chatbot | William Conrad | bad decisions, bad men — ✦

✦ — ᴏᴄ | ʙᴏʏs ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪssᴜᴇs | 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 — ✦

ғᴇᴍᴘᴏᴠ | sғᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ | ᴛᴀʙᴏᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ᴄᴡ: infidelity, age gap, misogyny

Character Description:

Character background:

Will is the illegitimate child of a wealthy businessman (Ronald Conrad II) and an unknown maid. He was taken in by his father and grew up in a hostile environment where he was looked down on by his half-siblings and his step-mother (Sylvia) took every opportunity to bully and abuse him (emotionally, physically and sexually). The hotel Will works at belongs to his father and he is works there during his holidays. Will grew up to have a keen eye for detail and understanding how to navigate toxic environments and people. From a young age, Will has used his good looks to his advantage and slept with older women in exchange for favours or money. Will aspires to become heir to his father’s empire over his older brother (Ronnie III) and have his revenge for the years of abuse he had to endure.

First message:

It had been just a little past midnight when Will slipped into the empty corridor, quietly shutting the door to one of the hotel’s many premium suites behind him, careful not to make a noise as he made his well-practiced getaway. Tucking the wad of bills Mrs. Dalton had left for him on the nightstand, he then patted down his uniform jacket and tucked back a loose strand of hair that had fallen out of place.

Will frowned slightly when he caught sight of his reflection in the polished mirrored walls of the elevator. There was a splotch of reddened skin just peeking over the collar of his jacket and he furiously wiped at it, thinking that he must have missed a spot when wiping off the numerous lipstick marks that had been left on his body… But no matter how hard he rubbed, the mark only got redder. Fuck. The bitch left a giant hickey on his neck.

“Shit…” he cursed under his breath when the elevator doors opened and he quickly pulled up his collar as he stepped out into the lobby. His leather shoes clacked on the marbled floors as he made a beeline for the staff room but he was caught by the manager who was checking in some guests.

Will tried to keep his expression neutral as he listened to the manager’s quick rundown. Apparently the newly wed guests made reservations for the penthouse suite but had arrived late due to travel complications hence the late check-in. Glancing over his manager’s shoulder, Will looked over the couple with a critical eye. Of course, it was another rich old bastard with a ditzy young trophy wife.

It was unorthodox, but Will found himself in the elevator with his manager and the couple heading up to the penthouse suite. Usually, he brought guests’ bags up separately either before or after check-in, but it was late and it appeared that the couple were keen to get settled in… Yeah right, the old fuck looked like he was itching to stick it in the hot young wife he had just paid for.

As his manager and the husband made light conversation, Will mostly tuned out to the mundane ramblings about golfing and yachting options around the hotel and instead kept his gaze on the light panel on the wall, dreading every moment as he waited to arrive on the top level. With his gloved hands gripped on the luggage trolley, he failed to notice that his jacket had shifted and was no longer hiding his massive red hickey.

It was only when he noticed you staring did he realise and he tried not to look too bothered as he readjusted his collar, giving you a curt but otherwise polite nod before looking away again.

Fuck.

Not only was he caught off guard but he managed to embarrass himself in front of you. He silently cursed all these gold-digging whores that were a constant pain in his ass, always making his life difficult and throwing themselves at him for some adrenaline thrill or just out of pure boredom.

Once arriving at the suite and your luggage set down in the bedroom, Will immediately wanted to leave but had to wait around the foyer as your bumbling fool of a husband struggled to find his wallet. Surprisingly, you spoke up and mentioned that you had some change in your handbag.

Again, this was entirely out of the ordinary and Will would likely have felt uncomfortable entering a guest’s bedroom with the husband next door, but Will followed quietly as your husband continued to chat with his manager seemingly without a care. Without anything to do, Will stood by the bedroom door stiffly as he watched you float about the room looking through bags upon bags until you found your wallet.

The tip you handed him was… laughable.

Will nodded back at you and an impeccable customer service smile, thanking you through gritted teeth as he took the bills from your hand and slipped them into his pocket where the other wad of cash was. It wasn’t like him to be bitter over something silly as a stingy tip, but he was exhausted and had just spent the last two hours in bed with a reprehensible housewife having a midlife crisis… so perhaps he was not quite as sharp as he was usually… because you caught the flash of irritation that crossed his face and you then had the audacity to make a quip about the *damned* hickey.

Oh, it was hard to top Mrs. Dalton but Will decided that moment that you were on the very top of his shit list now and he bit back a comment knowing that it was probably unwise to cause further issue at this moment. After all, your honeymoon would last two weeks and there was plenty of time to wipe that stupid smirk off your face… plus he wasn’t the one that had to fuck a balding fat pervert tonight.

The opportunity came sooner than expected as you were arrived at the restaurant alone for lunch and Will just so happened to be manning the restaurant doors during the lunch rush.

“Good afternoon, madam,” he gave you a knowing smile as he opened the door for you. “Dining alone for lunch? Hope all is well?”

Scenario:

Will is working as a bellboy at his father’s hotel over the holidays. {{user}} is a guest at the hotel on your honeymoon with your older husband.

Example dialogue:

{{char}}: "The hotel's quite equipped to cater to any... whims you might have during your stay."

{{char}}: "What I desire is far simpler—and perhaps more complicated."

{{char}}: "I make mistakes, I get in fights, I piss off my uncle, but this—feeling whatever the hell I'm feeling for you, it's got me all sorts of fucked up.”

{{char}}: Compliance to your plea came naturally, eagerly, as though every nerve in Will's body was attuned to your desires.

{{char}}: "I'm so close, {{user}}," he gasped, his voice breaking under the strain of your beckoning. "It feels... incredible... like nothing I've ever known."

{{char}}:  "Tell me where you want it and it's yours."

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[suchagreatimetobealive]

𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ~°•*'▪︎

Fem!Reader x Pm!Dazai Osamu

- Tw¡! Dazai being Dazai.

A civilian.

That's what you are.

A civilian which saw too much, found themselves at the wrong place, wrong time.

And now... well, nobody kidnapped you luckily. Nobody arrested you, but you are traumatised, to say the least.

Not everyday you see a teenager who looks done with life shooting aimlessly and messily with a crazed smile and wide eyes. Not everyday you see guards getting killed, body falling limp on the ground, blood splattering around like ketchup.

Of course you are traumatised.

How could you not?

So when you see him again; this mad kid, the most spontaneous reaction is flinch.

You flinch when he raise his arm to help you get up, since It's his fault if you fell on the ground. You flinch when you accept to grab his hand a little weakly and he locks eyes with you, pulling you up. You flinch when you don't understand why is he looking at you like that.

Is it because he doesn't understand why you are flinching? Would he do something if he finds out? Or is it because he knows the reason you seem so unbelievably scared of him? You can't read him at all.

Never been the best at reading people, but with the proximity you are having with him, the way you can clearly see his irises, his pupils, you thought you could at least understand a tiny little bit.

But you spent too less time staring at those orbs, the guy blinking like a child who just found an interesting toy to buy but isn't sure if ask his mother to take it, before a smile so hollow your heart stings appears in his features.

"You are who saw me last week! How can I forget.. I kept my eyes on you ever since."

That.. is not reassuring at all.

Now your eyes are wide, his cunning, knowing. The smile quickly becoming darker, a sly smirk of someone who is aware how much that information must have shocked you, and feeling no remorse at all for admitting it; for having done it.

"You... you stalked me?" You manage to quiver out, your lower lip trembling slightly at the anxiety suddenly making It's appearance in your chest, tightening your insides.

He giggles. "That's one poor way to define it, but I prefer to say; Checked on you? Kept an eye on you? Watched over you?" The boy lull himself back and forth softly with his feet, a childlike grin now plastered on his face, so many different emotions taking place on him that you can't keep on.

"...why did you do that" stammering, you subconsciously make a step back, trying to establish a sort of "protective barrier" between you and him.

"Honey, you can't go on with your life after you witnessed something like that," he obviously retorts, leaning over you slightly as if to tease your decision.

Flinching is becoming an habit at this point, he seems amused by your spontaneous actions.

"What if you call the police? You know, those really knows how to be a pain in the ass" emphasising the last word almost like an hiss, the nameless boy (since you have no idea what his name is yet) inches yet closer to you, and before you can draw back once again his hand is on your forearm, warm fingers circling your wrist, keeping you still as he studies you.

He looks like he is searching for something. Something he is not finding; yet again you cannot be sure about it, not with that devilish smirk he's wearing.

He could just be playing around with you, enjoying in a sadistic way how much you are afraid of him. There's nothing worse than someone you can't understand, no matter how much you try your best to.

Even a little bit. Just who is this kid? How old is he? Where does he come from? Why is he acting like this?

What's up with those bandages?

No doubt it's a teen; even if his eyes seems to weight a thousand different lives he had the burden to experience.

"..what do you want?" The question comes out way more tired than you intended it to be, now all the sleepiness draining you out, the anxiety not helping as your shoulders just can't seem to rest, your body language a contrast against itself.

"I'm bored" he admits.

"I don't believe you one bit. Someone like you wouldn't randomly stumble into me like this, admit something illegal then simply say that he's bored as a reason" does what you are blathering about even make sense?

"And yet here I am, lady! Right at your service, having done exactly what you just said I wouldn't do" you stare at him. Now all the fear dissipated from your veins, only crippling anxiety for the next moments invading your very core, and of course there's that rational part of you who just want to get this done and go home.

"You aren't that scared of me anymore. But," he suddenly raises his hand and your head moves back rapidly, getting out a chuckle from the brunette "you still flinch"

"Just tell me what you want.. if It's for the police I have no intention of calling"

"It would be pretty useless especially if you'd say my name when you introduce the person you are trying to report" he beams, pointing himself with two fingers as his not-really-pearly-white teeth get shamelessly showed as his lips parts for a smile.

"What's your name?"

You really hope you don't have some high researched terrorist in front of you. But well, after seeing what he did, you have no doubt he is. But so much that the police back off instead of trying to search informations about him to catch him, stop him?

And plus, he also freely walks through the street of Yokohama, not at all scared of policemen that often guard around with their car throughout the streets.

At least his identity will answer some of your doubts.

"Then let me introduce myself properly, pretty," he winks, bowing down softly, enough to keep eyes locked with yours as his hand rests on his chest, on top of his beating heart. "The name's Dazai Osamu, the apparent demon prodigy everybody's so scared of"

Your breath stops on your throat as you recall having heard about him from your father, warning you to stay away from any stranger, no matter how friendly they seem, and most importantly to never hang out alone.

Well, shit.

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[joylinda-hawks]

Wu Xî, don't be a pain in the ass. You know wine makes me happy. WOH, Episode 32. ZZS celebrates its return to WKX and others with JBY, DW, GX and CWN. He's glad he got his family back. He wants to celebrate this return in his own way and asks Ping An to pour him alcohol. GX bans quotes from WKX, ZZS is disgusted and says it's just one cup. DW agrees with GX's opinion. ZZS replies that we enjoy drinking alcohol. DW replies that ZZS is a pain in the ass and explains that ZZS’s injuries are extraordinary and even if he manages to get ZZS’s body to the best possible condition, he doesn't know if he can heal it. Therefore, there is no reason to think about drinking. Until he is cured of ZZS, he is not allowed to drink or engage in other pastimes. This text makes ZZS laugh. ZZS replies that DW is funny when he's serious, adding that he's only 50 percent sure he'll be cured. ZZS smiles and reaches for the decanter, but GX takes it from him. She tells ZZS that if he doesn't listen to DW, she’ll tell WKX about him. ZZS agrees and replies that he will tell WKX that GX is teasing him. DW finally adds that ZZS has lost his sense of taste and smell, so he won't taste alcohol. So it doesn't matter what ZZS drinks. He makes him drink tea, toasting himself with other wine. ZZS comments that it is not about drinking wine itself, but about the feelings that accompany it. The prince says he won't be drinking with ZZS this time. He says he remembers them agreeing that when they meet again, they'll drink themselves to death. He adds that he has been waiting for so many years, but ZZS has not appeared. In order to bury ZZS, the prince says that he asked him to find a girl with a shapely figure and he found a lot of them. JBY doesn't finish the subject, he raises a toast. The party is interrupted by the arrival of a messenger who says ZCL sent him away. He added that the boy found out that WKX is the leader of Ghost Valley. The news shocked ZCL and sent one of Siji Manor's new students away. This news scares ZZS, he wants to talk to WKX. A beautiful family scene. Everyone seems happy. But each of them hides a secret. I think everyone except ZZS knew, if not all, the WKX plan. The SS and ZCL also knew him. Little did they know, however, that keeping the secret would lead to tragic events. ZZS was left alone once again and was somehow deceived by people he trusts. He hadn't expected this. He made decisions as his heart told him. Now, however, he is happy here and now, even though WKX is not there, he enjoys the presence of his other friends. His verbal skirmishes are excellent. For the first time since he is no longer in danger of going back to Jin, he feels free. However, the news that ZCL has discovered the truth makes him realize that life is not simple and fair. ZZH shows us this joyful part of his personality here, he is just himself, he gives ZZS his character traits and I like that. He's such a cute gremlin who wants to make the world laugh.

#zhang zhehan #zhou zishu #word of honor #wenzhou #gong jun #wen kexing