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love-fictional-ppl · 1 month

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Being Spencer’s First

Summary: basically being Spencer’s first everything

Pairings: switch!virgin!spencer Reid x soft Dom!fem!reader

Warnings: language, smut(duh), oral(male receiving), P in V, unprotected sex, lots of pet names, mommy kink, making out, cum eating, prolly other shit

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You may not have necessarily been his first girlfriend, but he was definitely inexperienced relationship wise as well

Spencer is super nervous the first time you two start making out

You’re his first kiss, so needless to say he doesn’t know what he is doing.

You probably work at the bau with Spencer, so after like a particularly hard case you both go back to your apartment. You pull out a couple wine glasses and grab a bottle. Before you know it you’re both tipsy and making out, Spencer is shaking slightly so he pulls away. “Wait, go slow.” He tells you nervously.

Call him things like; baby, sweetheart, pretty boy, handsome, my love, bubba, bub

In return he will call you things, such as; mommy, mama, pretty, angel, Love

Eventually, you get to the point where he’s ready for a blow job. It’s kinda cute to watch him actually.

“What if I cum too quick?” His voice is shaking.

“You cum whenever you want to, bubba.” You respond calmly. You caress his thighs, and see after a few seconds, the rise of his of his chest slowed.

You scoot lower onto the bed, leaning forward you release Spencer’s member from his sweatpants and boxers. It was long, about 8 inches, good girth. Spencer had the prettiest cock you had ever seen, it made your mouth water.

After jerking it a few times, you took his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head on what you could fit. Spencer threw his head back in pleasure, his hips bucked upward into your mouth. You choked slightly but grabbed his hand, a silent invitation to throat fuck you.

Spencer forced your head down, causing you to deep throat. You gagged, nose full of pubic hair.

A pathetic moan came out of Spencer’s mouth, “F-fuck, Mommy, it feels so good.”

Spencer thrusted into your mouth a few more times, then came with a long groan. You struggled to swallow his load, eventually you pulled off of his cock. You licked up the cum and saliva mixture from his abdomen and dick.

“Th-thank you, mama.” Spencer shook from the overstimulation.

“Of course, bubba,” you responded happily.

Spencer quickly became in love with your blowjobs

The little perv also quickly became in love with your boobs

He def loves boob jobs but that’s for another day.

Oh my good how much this boy fell in love with your pussy.

I mean it felt it was made for him. Spencer almost came as soon as he entered. He also definitely ate it before fucking but once again that’s a story for another time.

Spencer stared up at you, mouth and chin glistening with your juices. He was lying naked on the bed with at least 4 pillows propping his back up.

You straddled Spencer’s lap, ready to ride him into the mattress. Gently grabbing his cock, you stroked him a few times then lined him up with your cunt. You kissed Spencer, then went down on his dick. You burned at the stretch, not well prepared, but enjoyed the sensation.

“Oh my god.” Spencer’s head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. He felt like he was about to cum. You underestimated the situation and tried to kiss his bare chest. “Shit, no, just don’t move. I don’t want to cum too quick.”

You grabbed Spencer’s face, forcing him to look you in the eye and told him, “this is about you, baby.” You released his face and grabbed his hands, placing them on your tits. Then you placed your hands on either shoulder and started to ride him.

You bounced on his lap, obscene noises being made. Skin against skin, the sloshing sound of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy, the whines leaving his throat and the moans leaving yours. You felt euphoric.

“Sh-shit, mama, I’m gonna cu-um.” Spencer whined.

Soon you felt a warmth filling you up. You grabbed Spencer’s face and kissed him, hard. You pulled yourself off of his lap, using your index and middle finger you scooped up the cum that leaked out your cunt.

“Open.” You commanded.

Spencer obey easily, you forced your fingers into his mouth. Using his tongue, Spencer lapped your cum mixture off your fingers.

Out of breath, Spencer looked at you dazed, “I wanna do this again.”

You smiled at your beautiful, perverted boy.

Overall I want to fuck the shit out of Spencer.

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spectr3inl0ve · 5 days

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we cry together is so toxic relationship with dick grayson coded

ESPECIALLY VERSE 2!!!!! (I skipped some lines to fit the story and changed a few words to better fit dick's character </3) also this specific dick is gonna be known as "toxic relationship!dick grayson" (tags)

tw: arguments, toxic relationship, on again off again relationship vibes, allusions to dick cheating on reader with babs

It was inevitable that the two of you would get into another argument - about her. Barbara Gordon. The beautiful, fit, intelligent and witty daughter of the police commissioner James Gordon. Fuck, you were jealous of her. Of what she meant to Dick. You knew that they were a thing before the two of you got together, and yet almost every time he bailed on you it was to see Barbara.

"R/n I swear that there's nothing on between us. It's just work and friendship. I wouldn't do that to you." Dick tries to reason with you, albeit angrily.

"Oh really? Cus I know for a fact that you've cheated on someone with that redheaded hoe!" You hiss, your hands on the island bench as you stare into the guilty eyes of the man before you, your keys resting a few inches from you. He throws his hands up and shakes his head in disbelief. As if he didn't do exactly that to Kori.

"For God's sake, why are you making this so difficult? All we're doing is working. On. A. Case. What don't you understand about that?" Dick annunciate the last part in a slow, firm voice, reminiscent of the voice that one would use to talk to a misbehaving toddler.

"Nah, you're just a lil dick-ass slut that's tryna go big. Tryna make a name for yourself as Gotham's resident whore or what?" with a mirthless chuckle, you use your hands to gesture.

Dick's annoyingly perfect eyebrows furrow, and he smirks, "But you were suckin' this dick though.". This comment throws you off momentarily, but you quickly clap back.

"Well, shit, I shoulda sucked his." who's cock you were referring to? You don't know, and it didn't matter. What mattered right now was pissing Dick off to the point that he'd apologise and to promise to never see Barbara without anyone else present.

This wiped the smirk off of Dick's face immediately, the sudden change was hilarious. If you weren't so infuriated, you would've laughed in his stupid stunned face. "What? Fuckin' repeat what you said."

"I shoulda found a bigger dick." you make sure to punctuate each word with a crisp, satisfying clap, astounding your boyfriend even more. His expression quickly turns sour and bitter.

"What? You mad? Because you can go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you all that she got." You gloat, pointing at the phone in his left hand. With a huff, Dick quickly snatches up your car keys, moving towards the living room to inevitably get away from you. Fuck, you still need to get to work.

"Dick, give me my keys, Imma be late for work." with furrowed eyebrows you follow him, where he stops near the coffee table, arms crossed.

"Fuck your job, today's gonna be the day you walk to that bitch." he scowls, eyes narrowed as he glares at you, giving a quick glance at the clock. 7:58 AM.

You sigh inwardly, pinching your eyebrows, "I need to leave at 8, give me my keys, bro." and the devil that is Dick Grayson lets out a bark of laughter.

"On God, you aren't getting these keys." He raises the keys out of your reach when you make a grab for them, leaving you to accidentally swipe at his upper arm.

"Give me my fucking keys!" You yell, fruitlessly trying to reach for your keys again, to which Dick laughs at again.

"Ah, now you mad at me, I got you hollerin' for nothin'."

"I do the same when we fuckin'."

"Acting like that pussy ain't loose."

"I'd rather act like I'm cummin'."

"I'd rather fuck off that juice."

"I'd rather fuck on your brother."

Dick was about to retort back but he paused. Wait, what? "Bitch, you said you're gonna fuck who?" he hisses, an ugly frown adorning his face and his breath heavy. At this point his arms are folded again, your keys tucked into a large hand.

A bitter smirk on your face, you reply, "You heard me, bitch, it's nothing.". Your heart is racing, was that too far? Definitely, but if it makes him feel even a fraction of how you feel when he's with Babs, then it's worth it.

Dick carelessly chucks your car keys onto the coffee table behind him, stalking backing you into the couch as he stares you down. Fuck, you're in for it now. You're forced to sit, with how in your face he is and you cross your own arms. Two can play that game. You glower up at him, daring him to say or do something.

"That better be nothing. No one knows you better than I do. No one." he scowls, moving a hand to cup your cheek.

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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half & half. part 004. previous

warnings: unedited LOL, getting drugged (not reader), alcohol, fighting (when is there not), party things, rafe being out of character, lmk if i missed anything

main masterlist. obx masterlist.

After you and JJ’s fight, you both ignored each other’s existence. The last time you guys had gotten into a fight this bad was right after you moved to Figure 8. The only person who was there to witness it was John B, so he had some experience it.

The only advice he told them was to never get involved. And what did they do? The exact opposite.

Kie drove her and Pope over to your house and decided the best way to get the Pogues back together was to talk to the most reasonable of the pair; you.

Kie parked her car and her and Pope got out of the house. Pope gaped at the big house, his mouth open. "I never realized how rich Y/N was."

"The L/N's are like the second richest family because of her dad's business. They might be equally as rich as the Cameron's and that's saying a lot." Kie explained as they walked to your door. She rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer.

Y/N's mom opened the door, a surprised look on her face quickly morphing into a delighted one once she realized it was Kie. "Good afternoon, Kiara. Wonderful to see you." She turned to Pope. "And you, too."

They both smiled. "Good to see you too, Mrs. L/N. Um, we were wondering where Y/N was?"

"She's in the back with Sarah." Your mom grinned, opening the door. Kie almost rolled her eyes but Pope made sure to give her a warning look. Kie almost just walked out right then and there but she remembered what was on the line here.

She loved Y/N and JJ and she knew that she'd have to choose if they didn't make up - they were both extremely stubborn (not to mention petty) so they would make the Pogues choose. Kie took a deep breathe, getting herself ready to see her ex-best friend.

Pope and Kie walked into the backyard, hearing laughter before turning to see the pair. Kie resisted an eye roll. You turned to them and grinned before getting up. Sarah's smile faded, opting to stare out to the pool instead of them.

"Kie! Pope!" You went up to them, giving them each a huge.

Kie smiled, "Hey Y/N! Um, how have you been?"

"Great, you?"

"We've been, um. Pretty good." Pope answered before getting a subtle nudge from Kie. "Uh! Actually, we've been sad. Cus of you and JJ."

You looked really confused before Kie decided to take over.

"What Pope means is," she gave him a glare. "Is that it hasn't been the same without you. More quiet, you know?"

"Uh, yeah. I understand." You said, nodding. Sarah was suddenly interested. You had never mentioned a fight with JJ, or a big one for that matter. And she was your best friend, how could she not tell you?

Kie smiled, giving you an awkward pat. "Have you talked to JJ?"

"No." You shook your head.

"Maybe you should apologize?" Pope finally spoke, making you furrow your brows. Kie glared at him for what seems like the millionth time that day.

"Me? Why should I apologize, I didn't even do anything wrong."

Sarah got up and stood next to Y/N, making Kie roll her eyes. "What happened?"

"Nothing that has anything do with you," Kie quickly responded, earning a bitter frown from you.

"Kie, don't talk to her like that, okay? Not in front of me." You spoke as Kie let out a scoff.

"Y/N-"

Pope quickly grabbed Kie, making her stay quiet before she said anything she regretted. "Maybe we should come back. Y/N, think about what we said, okay?"

You took a deep breathe, relaxing a bit and nodding. "Yeah, we'll talk later."

They walked away and you heard Kie mumble something under her breathe. You gave Sarah a reassuring smile as you guys sat down. She slowly returned it, sighing.

"Did you get into a fight with JJ and not tell me?"

You instantly tensed back up again. You didn't purposely not tell Sarah, it just hadn't come up. Well, it sort of was intentional. You knew that Rafe and Sarah had a rocky relationship and you didn't want to be in the middle of it.

You also didn't tell her about the night you helped him and honestly, you didn't want to explain everything right now. It was hard enough for you to understand, imagine how Sarah would react.

"Yeah, but I..." You paused. "I just don't want to talk about it, I haven't even processed it myself."

Sarah nodded. She was obviously curious and she wanted to know how bad it was. The last bad fight you'd gotten in with JJ, you went to her house crying. She has an idea on how to help you but she will wait til you asked.

She took your hand and smiled, squeezing it. "Whenever you're ready, Y/N/N."

The music could be heard from a block away as Y/N drove towards it. Sarah's friend had invited you two to her big birthday party and since you hadn't had a drink since the summer had begun, you decided this was the best time to get sloppy drunk because you don't have work for the next two days.

You both walked in the party, Drake booming from the speakers. You led Sarah hand-in-hand to the drink's table. "What do you want drink?"

You looked at Sarah, eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"What do you want to drink?!" She screamed and you finally nodded in understanding. You then walked so that you were right to next her.

"I don't care as long as I get blackout drunk." You stated, earning a laugh and nod from Sarah. She then handed you a mystery drink and you immediately took a taste. You scrunched your nose and shook your head in disgust at the bitter taste. "Put some more punch."

After you guys got your drinks, you went into the backyard because the house was humid and warm from the amount of people in the house.

As you went outside, you saw the group of boys you had seen at the club. Kelce, Topper and Rafe. You hadn't seen him since the fight before and you were anxious to see him again. Your heart started to beat faster and Sarah noticed.

"You okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah, uh the alcohol is starting to work." You laughed nervously. She nodded, unconvinced. But she wasn't really focused on you right now, she added this to things to tomorrow morning's debrief.

She noticed Topper and she rolled her eyes. "Guess what I found out."

You guys started walking towards the pool chairs, sitting. "What?"

"Topper took another girl on a date a few days ago." Sarah next to you.

You gasped and shook your head, taking a drink. "What a bitch! Who?"

"Maya Cafincy or something weird like that." Sarah rolled her eyes as you nodded.

"Oh yeah, her. She was in my AP Stats class, she was smart."

Sarah glared at you.

"Not as smart as you, though." You added. "I don't why Topper would do that."

"Yeah, me neither." Sarah frowned.

"You know what you should do?"

"What?"

"Find a really cute boy," you put your hands on hers, "and make him jealous."

Sarah looked shocked but then she started to nod, getting up. "Yeah, you're right! If he can go flirt with other girls after our date then I can too!"

You nodded, "Yes! Good idea, Sarah." You got up, clasping your hand in hers. "Let's go find you a loyal man!"

After a few glances at the boys, she find a cute boy. You recognized him and realized he was a really smart sophomore boy from last year who was in your chemistry class. You immediately approved because you remember he was a nice boy.

He and Sarah hit it off quickly, they sat at a table and started talking, making you third wheel. You decided to give them some alone time and started to get some drinks.

You walked to the drink table to refill your cup. You felt someone tap on your shoulder and you turned to see Rafe. Your eyes winded before you swallowed.

He smiled, "Hey, uh. Haven't seen you in a while!"

He looked a little too optimistic, you guessed it was just the alcohol. "Hey, yeah."

He pulled you in by the arm, closer. "I wanted to thank you for the other night." Your heart sped up at the proximity. You felt your cheeks at the warmth.

You shook your head, "no need to thank me."

"No, no. I do, not everyone would've done what you did especially for me."

You scoffed, "Of course everyone has a little human decency. And you aren't that bad, Rafe. Promise."

He was looking so deeply in your eyes, you swore that you were going to pass out. Then you heard some whooping behind you and you both turned around, seeing Rafe's friends laughing at him.

He rolled his eyes in annoyance, before sighing and grabbing your hand. "Let's go somewhere else, okay?"

You nodded, butterflies erupting in your stomach in nervousness. You hadn't felt this nervous since opening your acceptance letter. He walked you both out to the pool.

He took a seat in the pool chairs and you sat in front of him. There weren't a lot of people outside, opting to be inside where the drinks are.

You both sat in silence before he spoke again, looking away from you and at the pool. "I'm sorry if I caused anything with you and JJ."

You shook your head, "it's fine. He gets sensitive when it comes to the Kooks, he thinks that I chose you over him."

Rafe nodded, "Yeah. I don't why he hates us."

You almost laughed at his comment, knowing that the Kooks (and Rafe, at times) treat the Pogues like shit. "I mean, you guys tend to be... you know, asshole-ish."

He turned back to you, his lips tightened in annoyance. "Well-"

"You guys are assholes to Pogues, I've seen it, Rafe."

He sighed and shrugged, "I guess."

You laughed, "Guess?"

He turned back, "Fine, we can be assholes sometimes."

You laughed at his words and Rafe felt his heart jump at the sound. The more he listened, the more his lips quirked up. He looked at down at his lap, trying to avoid your gaze.

You turned your gaze back to Rafe, suddenly feeling a ounce of dread. You felt like you were betraying Sarah by just being there, not to mention JJ.

"I really didn't mean to like, cause anything-"

"Rafe, you didn't. You just helped me and that was a kind thing to do, not everyone would've done that. Don't apologize, okay?" You said rapidly, making him look up to you.

"Kind? You think I'm kind?"

Your face felt warm and suddenly you were stuttering trying to say something, looking away from his piercing gaze. You exhaled before continuing, "Yeah, Rafe. I mean, it was brave what you did. I know everyone thinks that you're some big old scary guy but I know you have a kind heart. I mean the way you treat Wheezie, or even Sarah sometimes, proves it. And especially what you did for me."

Rafe smiled and he didn't even know he was doing it. His heart felt warm at the way you described him. It sure as hell wasn't like the way anyone else has ever done before.

The silence made you anxious but as soon as you saw that big smile, you felt your heart do a little cartwheel at the sight. You made Rafe smile, now that's definitely a skill.

"Thank you, Y/N. I mean it, I would've died-"

He was instantly cut off the sound of glass breaking, making you guys both jump. You had a really bad feeling and you hastily got up and ran into the house, Rafe following you.

Your heart dropped once you realized it was where you left Sarah and that boy alone.

"I saw you put something in her drink!" A girl shouted and you quickly walked over, seeing some glass broken on the ground and Sarah laying down on the couch, seemingly unconscious. Your head starting racing as you saw her and you pushed people to get to her spot.

"What the fuck happened?" You heard Rafe yell but you were only focused on Sarah. She looked conscious but she wasn't responding to anything you were saying.

"Hey!" You got up from your seat and found the guy you were with. "What the fuck did you do?"

"Nothing!"

"Nothing?" You screamed, grabbing his shirt and then pushing him backwards into the chairs. "Then why is she unconscious on the fucking couch? What did you put in her drink?"

"I'm going to call the police..." The girl who was with them previously said, grabbing her phone, causing the boy to jump and grab it out of her hand.

"No one is calling anyone-"

"Hey, didn't I ask you a fucking question?"

He slammed the phone into the ground before grabbing your arm, twisting it as you yelped in pain. "Why are you acting like such a fucking bitch? My god, it's like you people haven't seen a roofie before!"

Before you can get out of his grasp you heard someone come up behind you, "Don't touch her, you fucking asshole."

Rafe grabbed your arm out of his grasp, making you back up into the crowd before Rafe goes for a loud punch. The guy went flying back into the chairs, causing them to fall down with him in them. "You roofie my fucking sister and you have the nerve to fucking defend yourself?"

Rafe went over to the boy and took his collar into his hands, giving him another strong punch after another. You almost wanted to stop him until you saw Sarah again on the couch. You can't believe you left her all alone and she got roofied. You can't help but feel responsible.

You heard some shouting and you looked up to see Topper and Kelce trying to break up Rafe from the boy. You went over to Sarah as you saw some people leaving and you realized that someone had called the cops.

You grabbed Sarah and tried to get her up on her feet.

"Lay off, Topper!" You heard Rafe shout and you looked back to see him approaching you and Sarah. Without saying a word, he took Sarah from you and carried her in his arms. You noticed his bloody knuckles but chose to say nothing. You wanted to smile at such a warm gesture from Rafe but you didn't think that would be the best idea under the circumstances.

"Let's get her home."

Even though it wasn't the best idea, you decided to drive home. Out of all you three, you were conscious and not completely drunk.

As you arrived at the Cameron's, you got out of the car to help them into the house but it seemed like Rafe had it handled. You walked into the quiet house and realized Ward and Rose were asleep. You were grateful that you didn't have to explain this sticky situation to them.

Rafe went up the stairs as quietly as he could and you were close behind. You opened the door and you both walked in and he slowly dropped her on the bed. You knelt down and took off her shoes and socks and then you went up.

Rafe was about to walk out before you whispered, "Wait."

He instantly turned back, his heart racing as he looked at you.

"Let me help you... um, with your knuckles. Just wait here with Sarah."

He nodded as you got up and walked out into the big house, trying to find the bandage kit. You found it in the bathroom and you went back into Sarah's room, seeing that Rafe had tucked in Sarah. You smiled at the sight. He looked back to see you and you turned away awkwardly, clearing your throat before walking in.

You sat at the edge of bed next to Rafe. You both stared at each other before he slowly gave you his hand. You absentmindedly caressed it before getting some alcohol on a cotton round and rubbing it on the wound.

Rafe slightly winced at the pain, "Sorry."

He shook his head, "All good." He watched you focus on cleaning the wound and he felt his cheeks turn red at proximity. He saw your a piece of your hair fall and he took his other hand, brushing it out of your face. You looked up, seeing Rafe's lips move into a smile.

You smiled back before turning your gaze back to his hand, finally putting his bandage back on.

Then you felt Sarah move and let out a small whimper, causing you both to whip your heads towards her. You went over to Sarah, "Hey, you feeling alright?"

"What happened?" Her voice was gruff and raspy and you felt your heart break. She doesn't even remember it. The guilt of not being with her to protect her came back and you sat down on the bed next to her, taking her hand.

"Uh, that guy. Do you remember him putting anything in your drink?"

She shook her head, instantly sitting up in alarm. "No... Did he put anything in my drink?"

"Yes, and I'm so sorry for not being there. I should've been there-"

"Y/N," Rafe said, making Sarah look back at him in confusion. "It wasn't your fault."

You wanted to cry right there. "Sarah, I-"

"I love you, Y/N." Sarah managed to choke out. She was the verge of tears too. "Did he do anything or..."

"No, no. We got there before he did anything. Me and Rafe got you home safe, alright?"

She smiled at that. You could sense her restless and you got up, "Go to bed, Sarah, okay? We'll talk about this tomorrow."

"Wait, can you..." She paused. "Can you stay in here?"

You looked over at Rafe and he nodded. You sat back down, taking your shoes off. "Yeah, of course."

She scooched over and you opened the sheets and went in, laying down next to her.

"I love you, too, Sarah. I will never let anything like that ever happen again." You whispered and she grabbed your hand and held it.

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yourftmfriend · 1 year

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Glad you getting back into writing and remember to take care of yourself. But this idea popped into my head which was imagine ftm sub Steven grant who came back from Mr knight business with his suit still on. Reader then gets the idea to fuck him with his batons till he physically can't cum no more.-🥭

Thank youu <3 and goddamn the asks that you send😍😍

Also this is more aftercare than sex. I was in a soft mood today so I just prolonged the aftercare part. Aftercare is important❤️

Also x2 I didn’t check for any spelling mistakes so sorry in advance if there is any in this one.

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You were laying on your boyfriends bed, waiting for him to come home. You had already cooked dinner and didn’t have anything else to do except waiting for him. He was already late and you were starting to worry about him. Just as you picked up your phone from the floor to clear off your mind, you heard a click from the front door. You got out of your bed to welcome him into the house with a loving hug and a kiss like you always did. He was taking off his shoes when you reached the door but something was different. “Oh..” you said realizing he didn’t take his suit off this time. As soon as his shoes were off he went for his usual hug and kiss from you. “Welcome home baby!” you said with a wider smile than usual. The ideas were starting to crawl their way into your brain. He let out a pleased moan into your neck, which only made the things worse for you. “You left your suit on?” you asked. “Mhm I thought you’d like it… Did you?” he answered with another question. “Oh yea I loved it..” you answered with a darker tone to your voice as you gripped his hips tightly. “I bet you’re so tired.. Let me take you to our bed so you can rest~”

“o-OhhH! Ff-uck baby— It’s too mmucchh!” he whined as you rubbed his clit in an unbelievable speed. His thighs were trembling in your hold and he moaned your name. “I-I’m gunna cu-UM!” he yelled as his cum leaked out of him. When he was finished you got up from the bed and opened the first drawer to get a fresh bottle of lube. He was watched you with curious eyes as you walked up to the side table to the couch and grabbed one of his batons before getting on the bed again. You popped open the cap of the lube and put a generous amount on your palm before smearing it all over the top of the baton. His eyes widened as he realized what you were about to do. “D-Darling wait-! It won’t fit! Ple-“ he was cut off as you lined the baton up to his pussy and pushed the tip in. Tears started running down his cheeks when you got it halfway in. You were at least 8 inches in at this point and he was sobbing. You knew you couldn’t get it all in so you decided on an above average length to fuck him with. “Shh shh darling… I know it hurts but it’s gonna feel amazing in a few minutes… Just hang in there for me ‘kay?” he nodded as you started whispering praises in his ear, pushing up the baton more and more in him. When you finally got it all in you waited for him to get used to the length in him. As you were waiting you made sure to kiss his tears away and mutter praises in his neck, making him melt in your arms. When he gave you the cue to move you started slowly pumping it in him. Oh you loved the little gasps and whimpers it got out of him. You slowly got faster and faster making his whimpers and moans louder. Your free hand slowly crawled its way onto one of his pecs. You quickly started to pinch and rub his nipple, making him grind onto the baton. “o-OH FuCKK~! I’m gunna c-cum—“ he whined as his thighs started quivering. You enjoyed seeing him like this. Your kiss on his neck was what drove him over the edge. He came with a loud moan of your name, his hands gripping on the bedsheets as his eyes shut tightly. You helped him ride his high as he continued grinding on the baton. When it was over he waited for you to stop but you didn’t. He was now looking at your eyes with his widened ones. “Oh baby.. Did you think that I was going to be satisfied with just one?” you asked smirking at him.

You gripped his tear stained cheek and kissed it lightly. “One more baby. Only one more… Shhh.. I know you can do it baby” you said with a reassuring smile on your face. He was sobbing now, eyes puffy from crying so much. He was hugging your waist as he laid down, face buried in your chest. He couldn’t even get out coherent words as his brain turned into mush. He screamed out your name as he came on the baton one last time before completely collapsing on your thighs. You waited for him to calm down before pulling the baton out of him slowly and laid it on the nightstand. He looked at you with half lidded eyes as you gently lifted him up. There was only signs of pure adoration in your eyes as you looked at him. You laid Steven down on the bed before getting up to run a bath for both of you. Your plans were interrupted when Steven grabbed onto your arm, catching your attention. “Don’t go..” he whispered to you. You leaned down to kiss him on the lips before saying “I’m gonna be back to get you baby I’ll just run a warm bath. Wait a bit for me ‘kay?” He just nodded lazily at your words as you left the room.

You came back a few minutes later with a glass of cool water and a cookie you made hours ago. You sat him up on the bed before kneeling down and giving him a long sip from the glass. You knew he could drink it himself but you decided to support it from the bottom just to be safe. When he finished half of the glass he pulled away and you put the glass on the floor. You got the cookie and he took a few bites out of it before putting the remaining part down on the plate. You wiped his mouth and picked him up carefully. When your reached the bathtub you first checked the water to make sure it was not too hot nor too cold. You then got out of your remaining clothes anf gently put your lover into the tub before going in behind him. You were lucky your tub was quite big -enough to fit two or maby three people in-. You hugged him from behind and he laid his head on your shoulder. “Thank you..” he muttered. “I should be the one saying that baby.. You were so good for me.” you said hugging him tighter. You sighed. “I’m the luckiest man ever to have you as my boyfriend baby..” you landed a peck on his cheek. His face was a shade of red that you loved on him as he looked away, avoiding your eyes. “I love you darling” you muttered into his neck. “I love you too..” he whispered back to you.

#Fluff #Aftercare #top male reader #dom male reader #dom gn reader #top gn reader #male reader #dom!reader #moon knight #sub moon knight #sub steven grant x reader #ftm steven grant x male reader #ftm steven grant #ftm moon knight #bottom moon knight #soft #or is it?#🥭 anon

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securitywaiter · 6 months

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Aftonverse (Good Route)

Reposting from my personal blog to this one >~<

CREDIT TO @swingitshakeitmoveitmakeit FOR THE IDEA

Concept: Since MatPat says his name is Afton in the FNAF Musical, what if that applied to Ness? What if he were Vanessa's brother?

After the Bite of '83, Mrs. Afton divorces William. She tells him, "You get one. Vanessa or Nestor?" William chooses to keep Vanessa, as she's the younger of the two, and he doesn't want her to get hurt like [Crying Child]. So, Ness goes with his Mom, and for the next 17 years, he knows nothing about Freddy's, or his father and sister.

When he moves back into town, he notices that Freddy's is abandoned.

This prompts him to start digging, to scour public records and interview the locals about what happened to Freddy's, and the restaurant's owners. Well, one of them committed, and the other... no one's sure. All we know is that he moved out of town, and that was the last time we saw him after those kids went missing at Freddy's.

Ness hears this and IMMEDIATELY latches onto it, using it as his lead to delve even deeper into the restaurant's history. He starts an online blog, documenting all of his knowledge about Freddy's, secretly hoping someone out there cares. He has yet to get into contact with his sister.

One day, a man walks into the diner that Ness works at, followed by a young girl, no older than 8 at the most. They find a booth, and Ness notices the Freddy's keychain hanging out from the man's pocket. His vest has the word "SECURITY" written on it.

There's a new employee at Freddy's.

Ness does his usual waiter routine, before asking the man about his job.

"How... how do you know I work there?" The man asks, genuinely confused.

Ness shrugs. "Freddy and I have some history behind us. If you don't mind me asking; what's your name?"

"Mike," the security guard answers. "Mike Em- um, Schmidt." He warily eyes the girl across the table from him. They know something that they don't want Ness in on.

Ness pauses. "Nice to meet you. Ness Afton," he says, and shakes Mike's hand. "I'll be back with your drinks."

The next day, Ness snoops around the old Freddy's place, doing his best not to trigger any alarms or set off any security measures still active. One day, he finds himself in a storage room, and tucked away on a shelf, hidden under a tarp, is a strange black-and-white animatronic. Ness pulls it out to inspect it.

It's the Security Puppet. Marionette.

Ness quickly shoves it under his coat and hurries on out. He's just hit the jackpot---there's nothing else he needs from Freddy's.

Over the course of the next week, he observes the puppet, how its eyes light up silver every night. Ness presumes the battery still has some residual charge, in the same way that talking kid's toys sometimes go off randomly in the night.

The next week, it stops. It's gone completely inactive.

Ness decides to go back to Freddy's, now that Marionette isn't active. As he drives by it, though, he sees that the building is in shambles. He wonders what happened over the past week. His subconscious connects the puppet's activity to the restaurant's current state.

Ness decides to go in.

The building is completely ruined, and most definitely unsafe. But something catches his eye, one of the drawings on the picture wall.

An evil yellow rabbit, bloody knife in one hand, surrounded by five dead children.

Like the five missing children... a yellow rabbit, like his father's suit. Ness drops his flashlight in shock.

His father killed the missing children.

"You figured it out."

Ness whips around. Behind him stands a little boy, around the age of 5. How did he get in here?

"Who are you?" Ness asks, carefully picking up his flashlight.

"That doesn't matter," the boy says. "Can you bring me back? I promised Mike I'd keep them safe."

Ness thinks for a moment. He hasn't taken anyone.

Oh.

Marionette.

Ness nods. "Yes, I-- yes," he answers, and the boy smiles.

"Thank you," he says. He then runs off, hiding behind the stage's curtain.

Ness hurries out of the deteriorating restaurant, all the way back home, and collects the Puppet, quickly returning him to his rightful place.

On stage, with all his friends.

Ness can see a little blond boy smile at him from inside the restaurant as he drives away.

Maybe he should track down that Mike guy.

#securitywaiter #dreamtheory #mike x ness #ness the waiter #fnaf ness #fnaf movie #movieverse #aftonverse #ness afton #writing

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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Could you do a mark estapa smut with 1,8 and 20🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Smut: 1. “Make me” , 8. “What do I look like?” “Someone that will soon be on their knees” & 20. “You are going to be sore tomorrow”

What Ex's Do

I'm currently grinding against this random guy I just met tonight. This was the better alternative than crying in a corner. I saw Mark flirting with a random girl so why can't I have some fun too?

Mark and I broke up 2 weeks ago and this is the first time I have seen him since. As I sway my hips against the stranger I see Mark look over, his jaws clenches as he watches the guy pull me closer to his hips.

"I'm going to get us another drink" the guy whispers in my ear and I turn to look at him, "what are you drinking?"

"Surprise me" I say and he vanishes into the crowd. I lean agains the wall behind me and watch Mark make his way over.

"What are you doing?" he says clenching his jaw.

"I'm having fun" I say looking over his shoulder for buddy to come back

"Come on, let's go" he says

"Make me" I say and Mark looks back at me lifting his eyebrows

"Y/n, we're leaving"

"No, what do I look like to you?" I say crossing my arms and Mark leans into my ear

"Someone that will soon be on their knees" he says making me gulp. He leans back, but is still close as he looks into my eyes. I nod my head and he escorts me out of the party.

We only make it out on the front porch before Mark turns and smashes his lips on to mine. I accept and the kiss quickly becomes more and more heated. I reach down and brush my hand across Mark's already hard bulge making him pull away from the kiss.

"I'm not going to make it home" he says grabbing my wrist and dragging me back into the house and upstairs to find an empty bedroom.

Once we get into a bedroom, Mark pushes my back against the door and begins making out with me as he locks the door. He pulls away to say: "you are going to be sore tomorrow" before attaching his lips once again to mine.

He wraps his hand around me squeezing my ass hard as I feel his hard cock rub up against my leg. He picks me up throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me towards the bed. He throws me on the bed and quickly takes his clothes off as I do the same, before he climbs back on top of me.

He connects his lips to mine and makes out with me as he reaches down and sticks to fingers inside of me before pulling his lips away from mine.

He begins pushing his fingers in and out of me fast and hard as he looks down watching me squirm while biting his lip, “Mark” I moan out and he removes his fingers. With both hands he grabs my tits massaging them hard and rough

"I missed these tits" he says pressing his lips on to one of my nipples while pinching the other.

He reaches his hand down to my pussy as he pulls away from my tits, "so wet, you miss my cock?" he says making me bite my lip as he slips two fingers inside of me hard and fast pumping them in and out.

"Yes, Mark, fuck!" I moan I say as he starts curling his fingers harder and faster, making me weak. “I’m g-gonna cum” I moan loudly

He pulls away and moves down as he rubs my clit before diving his tongue in me.

“Cum baby” he says looking up at me then connects his tongue inside of me again. His tongue flicks around making my body feel heavier and heavier as I hit my high

“I’m cumming!” I moan out loudly as I release myself on Mark’s tongue.

“You taste so good" he says pulling away. He slaps my pussy hard then presses his lips back to mine I whimper into the kiss and he bites on my bottom lip, “You want my cock?” he asks

"Y-yes"

He pushes my legs over his shoulders and slaps his dick against my pussy and I moan out with anticipation. Mark slides himself in full force and I whimper loudly. He pulls himself almost all the way out once more and slams himself full force once again, making me moan even louder. He then begins to pick up the pace. I reach over and grab a hand full of the sheets as my whimpers fill the room.

"I'm going to cum" he moans out breathlessly

“Cum for me” I moan out and Mark continues thrusting as he finishes inside of me.

“Fuck!” he moans loudly before pulling himself out.

We don't say anything else to each other as we get ourselves dressed until I make my way to the door.

"Wait" Mark says and I turn around, "Just come home with me. We can be together again"

#mark estapa #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa smut #mark estapa x reader #umich hockey smut #umich hockey imagine #umich imagine #umich hockey

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waddei · 4 months

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Is there a reason why your AU Tommy doesn't talk? Like did something happen that made him go mute or did he randomly decide to just stop talking one day?

I've touched on this before but I'mma go in a bit more detail this once

it sorta all began when he was 8 and his parents died (not what made him stop talking, bear with me)

he was very heartbroken and couldnt understand how every one of his classmates and friends acted like nothing had happened when his entire world was collapsing, this led to him being angry at all of them, snapping at them and very much cutting ties (not the fault of the other kids, they very much tried to help him but being so young they didn't really understand how and just kept trying to drag him to play)

after the school year ended tho him and Wilbur had to move from their town to the city where their grandmother and aunt lived (both where underage, their aunt moved to their house for a couple of months until they finished school)

tommy was furious about this, absolutely furious. he had little relationship with them before and now refused to talk to the two completely, it started out of spite but then everyone involved sorta gave up trying to get him to listen and just.. stopped talking to I'm directly, or at least stopped expecting an answer

the same happened at his new school, he refused to make friends or talk to anyone as a form of protest, he didn't want to live here he didn't want to know this people and ideally he'll be far away from this place by the end of this week.

all of his classmates lost interest and just accepted that he was an antisocial weirdo and moved on. even though he went to that school for 5 years (until Wilbur was 20 and they moved back) he never bothered to shake off that reputation, growing up mostly apathetic to those around him

<- worth mentioning that he was really depressed during this time and moving to an unfamiliar place with ppl he didn't care about after losing his parents did the opposite of helping

by the time they had moved back that was kinda who he was already, it felt like too much of an effort to change and he was scared to do so too, moslty not knowing what else he could be (can't really go back to being 7 at 13)

Wilbur was always sorta an acception to the rule, he became kinda the only person he would talk to and while he was honored he was also really worried for him. time passed and even though he still technically talked to him it exclusively when spoken to and he replied in as short of a sentence as he could

it breaks his heart really but he knows tommy doesn't like to be pitied so he's "normal" about it

he desperately wishes he could help but nowdays he's swamped with work and can't really afford a therapist (not that he thinks tommy would like that, he got offered going to therapy while they where in the city and did not like the idea at all)

that's why he's so excited that tommy has a friend now! even if he's weird and also antisocial! I haven't released it yet cus it's not done but Im writing smt from Tommy's pov set the morning after the murder where he kinda spills to Wilbur that he has a friend

#asks!!#argieinnitau

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dizzybizz · 7 months

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you have unleashed a demon. i warned you.

i don't think this is going to have any structure whatsoever but i will pretend it does for my own sanity.

i want to start with some behind the scenes stuff bc obviously i do

like i only named guy that because i didn't want to think too hard about names and he has always been a silly little guy. his farms name is sail away farm,,, like the enya song. that's where it came from but really it's a SSS reference cus i will bring other SIs into this somehow. (it was from one of the ai dungeon streams... when julia wrapped up yet another accidental psychological horror story by sailing away whilst listening "to the tunes of enya")

and with remy i had already planned on romancing harvey so i wanted a name i could make a funny shipname of. their shipname is harmy (ironic isn't it ^^). stowaway farm came from some thoughts i had about remy's life before moving to pelican town. where he didn't feel welcome and like the people around him weren't keen on being seen with him. and i just liked the ring it has to it :) the two of them both having farms with "away" in the name was accidental and didn't hit me until after it was too late to change it.

here they are at the character creation screen !!!!

GUY IS MY SILLIEST LITTLE GUY. he's like a hamster or a chipmunk or other small rodents

him asf ^^^^

he's also like ponyo to me, he is very ponyocoded. his theme song would be the full version of ponyo on the cliff by the sea.

he is a biter, a chewer. he's kirby, a chainchomper... he would snack on rocks if he could. he's the breakdancing sims cat. he has bad volume control. he is an octopus, a koala, a monkey. he names a lot of his farm animals after fictional characters. but his hens are named hip, hop, cherry and pop after the lemon demon song. he would take a sip of a joja cola and go "oh, that is vile" and keep taking sips like he needs to confirm it multiple times.

him and elliott are so silly..... their shipname is gull which worked out so well it almost seems intentional. they both got ties to the ocean and beach... we love to see it. they got together the day after elliott's birthday, not only that but it was also right before elliott's 8 heart event. so it was really like guy came in before his book reading, asked him out and then was all "THAT'S MY BF EVERYONE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH" during the reading... he is his biggest cheerleader

he is best friends with emily and shane. and when emily mentioned that she would make a good clown during the stardew fair, he said "this is why we're best friends. we would be the best clowns." and he ate three burgers in a row that day. one day during blackberry season he collected 93 blackberries and was just running around the town with them on his person. him and gus have history together which i will make a whole comic about some day. whilst gaming with abigail he ran into enemies twice and got himself killed. he accidentally bought a pirate sword from marlon. he has died once. he is trying to goad alex into actually shaving his hair off because of that one throwaway comment. HE HAS TWO GARBAGE HATS. (tootsies is SO getting the other one once 1.6 is out)

^ this is what he wore for spirit's eve, called it "farmer in a rush" (he literally just took off his shorts)

i have way less on remy cus he isn't as far along and has had a mostly average time in pelican town so far.

remy is just a big dog who is scared of most things. he is a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time. he feels very out of place in social interactions. his limbs are too long for him. he is trying his best.

he can come off as very... displeased... his resting face just looks slightly ticked off. really he's a big softie. he has some real unfortunate luck too.. except the night of the egg hunt when he had a fairy visit. he holds onto that little bit of luck there. a glimmer of hope. he had a meteor crash in the middle of his farm, luckily his crops were safe and sound tho, small mercies. weeds damaged his farm the same night the scripted earthquake hit. one day in the mines he got so lost in the dark he had to give up for the day and head up to the surface again, he was one level away from an elevator. he is financially struggling. he names his animals after food. his theme song would probably be cave in by margaux or something.

harmy is a slow-burn, strangers to friends to lovers scenario. they're delightful, i can't wait to see their relationship develop. remy kinda wanted to ask harvey to dance during the flower dance but chickened out (totally not because i only had 3 hearts with him stfu) (also those two pages aren't canon in my headcanon cus i think both of them would be oblivious and dumb as a rock. i just wanted to draw it lol. i think it takes a whileeee for either of them to ever catch feelings.)

he doesn't know many of the villagers too well. he is taking his time settling in fully and is so busy with the farm and mines and fishing and whatnot. oh y'know when sam asks you what his next song should be about?? yeah, remy said trains which has planted the idea that he is a former train kid in my head. and that's something he and harvey can bond over- i think it's really sweet :'). train and plane autism couple. remy has a sweet tooth. he feels intimidated by most villagers. i have a whole hair arc planned for him where he ends up growing his hair out once he really settles in. it's gonna be so epic. he went through 3 of emily's heart events in a row which was wild.

his chest lineup >>>>>

here's an expression sheet i started and will hopefully finish one day

i think that's all for now- I TOLD YOU IT WAS GOING TO BE A LONG POST NO?? ARE YOU HAPPY??? I AM. INFODUMPING IS AWESOME.

i ain't proofreading this are you kidding me.

y'all summoned this. my mutuals summoning my infodump demon with their summoning triangle. feeding my hyperfixation.

#long post #WAHHAHHAHAHAHHAH HMUAHAHAHHAHAHHA HEHEAHGEHGAGH #I AM SO AUTISTIC ITS WILD #stardew valley #sdv #sdv farmer #guyssailawayfarm #remysstowawayfarm #goes without saying but theyre both autistic trans n gay #uhm i think thats all #i am so normal about them #uh #oc #sure :)#i think i have spent like... uhhh probably around 4-5 hours on this?? idk. lost track. actually havent been keeping track.

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firstofficerkittycat · 1 month

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Can you talk/elaborate more about your McCoy headcanons... I like hearing you talk about him

sry this took so long!

i think he never really believed in what he was taught religiously as a kid like he asked too many questions and was not satisfied with the answers but the fear still got to him, he was always high strung and sensitive and was bullied rly badly for it, he mostly hung out with his gramma who was the only person in his family who was nice to him, she was a healer and taught him everything he knew about herbalism. the intrusive gore stuff started at like 8-10 and by 12 he was living every day feeling like he had no skin or bones and that someone could just reach inside him and pull something out. if anyone threw him a punch he'd just crumple up on the floor in a ball shaking cus he felt like he was bleeding to death. he started stealing his dad's tools and making armour to wear under his clothes so no one could get to his insides which like. burned the fuck out of him in the heat but honestly very practical for a queer kid in georgia and he was able to start fighting back

he didn't have the vocab to explain to anyone what he was experiencing, all anyone ever saw was him blacking out at the mention of body parts so he was just called squeamish and everyone moved on while he got worse. then one day his gramma was cooking and he saw her cutting up tomatoes and lookked at them a little too long and slammed his head thru the drywall, and his dad went to hit him and she was like no no stop and took him into her greenhouse sat him down and was like you're old enough to know now i think. and she told him he was getting visions from god of what hell looks like + that both of them were being called to service. so he went heavy into evangelism at that point and it lasted a couple years, all the time he was still studying medicine in school, and then he had a massive breakdown because why hasn't god made it stop I'm doing what I'm supposed to. and his family control him and would never let him go get seen in a million years so he stole chemistry supplies from school and started trying to cook his own antipsychotics with herbs in the greenhouse because the kid is a visionary. did not fuckin work he got really sick from it and just kept going and going cus he felt he was so close to getting it right + ended up getting arrested and charged in hospital at some point down the line

then the space program came to his town and he was like please yes get me the fuck off this planet, and he didn't have anything to show for how smart he was because he was too sick to finish, and they looked thru his criminal record (cus thats how they find their starfleet candidates be real) and they were like hey listen, from age 16 u were in ur room trying to make fucking quetiapine from scratch, starfleet needs a freak like you

he met jim in organic chemistry and they got together, he eventually told him he joined starfleet to run away from god and jim was damn that's crazy i joined to meet god and pry my life back from his cold dead hands. and they were both like wow haha. and then they met spock and had this same conversation at the bar one time and spock drunk on cocoa pops was like if we're speaking metaphorically i believe i joined to make out with god sloppy style

*also also when bones is in recovery he fine tunes the stuff he was working on with the plants and sends it to his gramma who would never take meds in a billion years but because he made it himself with the bush knowledge she taught him she was down with it n he gets her better and they repair their relationship

#asks #gore mention #ocd bones

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hourglassfish · 9 months

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On Season 1, Episode 7 : Part One : I Expect More: Syd and Carmy's Relationship

So I think this is gonna end up being in a few chunks - I think I want to talk about context leading up to the episode:

I Expect More: Syd and Carmy's relationship,

I know you'll be listening: Marcus, McDonald's and Freedom

Risottogate

Hiring New Fucking Broads: Syd, Richie and conflict;

"That's Not You" The Moment Syd Walks Out

So I'm late on this obvs - and I'm sure the whole world and his dog has already said what needs to be said about this episode, but I wanted to think about it anyway. There's a post on here somewhere that says that episode 7 doesn't have a three act structure, that it captures a moment of stress and tension, and that's it - but this isn't quite how I read it, I believe that it does both. How obvious this is all depends on how you frame it.

There's a central feint to The Bear that I come back to often - that you think 'a stranger comes to town' and that that stranger is the return of Carmy, made strange by his time away. Nah! The stranger is Sydney. The show doesn't really start until she arrives, (we know that Carmy's been in Chicago for two weeks, but our story doesn’t start there. There's a reason for this!) she is a force that is shaking things up and providing dynamism. This is not to say Carmy isn't the protagonist, obvs, nor that he is passive, very much not. But it is often her presence, her drive and determination and belief in Carmy, a belief she is unafraid to unabashedly express, which moves him, and moves everyone around him. When she is around, and Carmy lets himself lean into their connection, he is able to articulate - and action - what he wants, to ‘let it rip’.

I say this in relation to episode 7, cus if your focus is Carmy, then it's one minute in time, a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. But if you focus in on Sydney, it is the story of how she came to quit. Whenever someone is like 'She's a brat! She's arrogant! it was her fault!' - I'm like OK sure - if you want to completely identify with Carmy at his worst, we can do that, and if you want to ignore how the rest of the staff respond to what happens, sure, we can do that too. We can do that. But the show is really clear on the framing of what happens.

So let's begin with the context of where this day comes from.

There is an ambiguity to Carmy and Sydney's working relationship which very much works in his favour. Very much.

In the week that she staged, Syd quickly finds herself as sous, because she has to. The kitchen is not functioning, and Carmy does not have the emotional skills, or at least the emotional bandwidth, to navigate the grief and anger and dysfunction they are all engaged in, to get the kitchen to a place where it can work. There was a reason Kitchen Nightmares made such compelling TV, and it was because behind bad food, ugly decor and terrible profit margins were almost always a bunch of people that were hurting. Carmy may be Gordon Ramsay here, but its Syd who's the hard working, behind the scenes producer, doing the actual graft that pulls it all back together.

She then spent her time away from work essentially formulating a business plan (she proposes first! way before 1:8) to make the restaurant profitable. We know Carmy is bad at this. Richie articulates as much ; 'you've been here two weeks and we've had money problems for two weeks'. Sydney's able to not only see the problems in a week but also suggest practical fixes. This is where they overspend i.e. its the delivery on the flour, not the material itself - and this is how to fix it - Marcus drives to pick it up. Instantly actionable. She has skills from Sheridan that are better suited to running a business like the Beef than the skills and tastes that Carm has from being Chef De Carmy* at Eleven Madison Park or Noma. It will never not be funny to me that she presents this to him in episode 2, and that in episode 3 he says 'I'll dial business, you do everything else' - my guy she has already done it!!! You are not slick!

She's does a lot of the emotional labour of getting the brigade into shape: the shitty, endless nagging, being the bad (or at least annoying) guy over and over again, despite clearly being one of the youngest there, and the newest member of staff. She does this without the authority of being an owner, or a member of the family. I'm gonna try and avoid referring to gender and race explicitly here - like the show does, LOL - but like... it's there. We all know it's there.

We know she is brilliant in a crisis: in Sheridan Carmy tells her they can't afford to lose a single service, so when the electricity goes and the gas goes, she sets up a fucking BBQ from found building materials outside. It's kind of incredible, and they all know and acknowledge it. (Sheridan, Review and The Bear are three different stories of crisis management, and thinking about them that way is really useful)

She is in! 100%. All of her energy and creativity and care and patience have gone into The Bear, it flourishes under the love that is still looking for a home following Sheridan Road’s demise. They are fucking so lucky to have her, and to have her at this specific moment in time.

What exactly does she get back from Carmy for that? There's her wage, of course. She's working well beyond what she's being paid, but you know, it's her job. There's a bunch of stuff we could say about the satisfaction of doing a job well - but that's not what she gets from him.

She supposedly gets a boss that listens to her, she gets to not have some psycho stood behind her pushing and screaming. But this is conditional. He may not scream at her (up until episode 7) but he'll 'cut her down to size' if he needs to - the conversation about stock/jus/demi-glace in episode 3, mentioning that he sought out references and slapping her with a bunch of unanticipated feedback from all her former employers when he essentially wants her to shut up about the risotto/short rib, lots of co-ercive 'are we good chef?' business (straight out of the Donna playbook, I am not, and I cannot emphasise this enough, a fan).

The main thing she gets is to be close to him and learn from him, which we know was really important for her. I think he knows it too. JAW plays it as though he knows she lied about coming to the Beef every Sunday. She’s up front on knowing who he is, so it’s not a stretch to believe that he also knows that she's there for him. She plays her cards close to her chest on all this for a reason: that same admiration has the potential to set up a very specific power dynamic, one where she simply wants to be in the presence of his 'greatness'. ***

That's the exchange, for so, so, so much labour. It's not really equitable, and I think this is a tension throughout the show**, and why I'm never fully on board with sydcarmy stuff, even whilst being able to see the vision. Like... you should be staring at her with adoration, fam, and you should be fucking terrified that she’ll leave! She's carrying a lot of this shit! Carmy knows that, even if you don’t! You don’t make an offer like the one at the end of S1 unless you really want to hold on to that person - be that romantic, platonic, or purely pragmatic (she’s a good worker). In Hands he explicitly tells her that it’s much more work than he can pay her for.

(I'm still quietly horrified by the fact that Syd is deferring her wages for six months... but not getting a profit share? fam. FAM! Looked at through a race and gender lens? In Chicago? It is no coincidence that the people that most explicitly tells her to be cautious are her father and another Black woman)

I want to make sure I've clearly said that none of this is intended as a blistering criticism of Carmy. I feel immense sympathy for him. He is grieving, and having arrived late*****, he has missed much of the communal grieving processes, like funerals, and sorting through people's stuff, that people really need to do together. He's absolutely burnt out and the role he is in requires a skill set he does not yet have (it is poignant that Syd is like ‘why are you buying farmer’s market produce?’ - Tina is right to point out that it’s not Noma, Richie and Michael’s system will have had its strengths). I'm not sure if anyone at The Beef truly knows the extent of his panic/anxiety, nor do I think he is getting treatment. I imagine he must be in flight/fight mode 24 hours a day, which, as anyone who has experienced this knows, feels like you're literally about to die. Always. Always. We are not designed to feel like that for so long.

I don't think he's some machiavellian mastermind extracting her labour from her. I think she is a lifeline and he clings. She offers, and he takes. We know from 2:9 's panic attack, that her seeing him, really, truly, *seeing* him was a deeply meaningful moment for him, that her making the choice to be at the Beef with him before she truly knew him was affirmative and transformative, and her staying, even after watching Richie bully and undermine him, even more so. I rewatched Hands today, and when she hands him the portfolio and tells him he needs help… his little face! Carmy is moving from crisis to crisis, but Syd’s head is just a little bit above the parapet, and she can think differently. He needs that, and no one deserves to feel alone with all the problems he is carrying with The Beef.

That said, I also think he can buy into his own hype, (it’s a good thing, that your sister doesn’t think you’re a genius fam), enjoys when Syd buys into it too and struggles when she does not. This is understandable. The only other person who really understands his success is Pete, who is bottom of the pecking order. He got very successful, very young. He worked hard for that but he also has the expected ego (we’ll return to this!) regardless of the fact that he is a decent guy. Syd is often negotiating this ego. He listens to her, depends on her and needs her, but he also gets to hold her to his unspecific 'higher standard',**** and 'expect more' when they clash or disagree, to wield small mistakes over her like a thunderstorm, to remind her that they both come from a cooking world where abuse is casual and accepted in pursuit of excellence.

This lack of clarity is such a fertile breeding ground for abuse. When you live in a society that is built on abusive dynamics, abuse isn't something that only evil monsters do, it's a clear and constant danger that anyone can slip into at any moment in time. That is why clear, well communicated boundaries are so important.

Everything that happens in episode 7 is a result of this messiness that has been coalescing around The Beef from the start of the series. The ambiguity of this specific dynamic, so central to the restaurant and the show itself, is one of the cornerstones of that.

Carmy can change up the dynamic of their relationship at any moment. He can be her 'mentor' when he wants to cut her down to size, he can be her 'partner' when he needs work from her, he can be a romantic and sensitive 'friend' (that looks like Jeremy Allen White) when he needs her to stay. She can never quite find her feet.

In episode 7, their dynamic changes multiple times. Are they going to be partners that solve this problem together? She tries for that, but she is swiftly, and brutally, ejected from the expo, a role that she has been in pretty much consistently, since the moment she gets the job. The team defers to her, as they've become used to, right up until the moment he screams at her to move. As in Brigade, with the stock, she is being humiliated again.

Will he be her friend, with their connection being the motor for everything else? Ehhhhn, she tries twice to talk about his clear frustration about the risotto review, he is it not having it!

Perhaps he will be her mentor here, who will model best practice in the face of a crisis they deal with together? Well… he certainly models something.

The pre order option being left on is a small mistake. Easily done, a box was ticked or unticked. Small, like leaving a packet of cigarettes near a burner while you scrub the floor, or spilling a bottle of Xanax in a children’s drinks cooler. Much less dangerous too. An easy mistake to make, and the show as a whole is very permissive about mistake making. A huge part of Uncle Jimmy’s narrative role is to make it so that mistakes don’t really stick! The show does not punish fucking up.

Maybe if they had gotten Richie set up on the tablet earlier, they'd have noticed it then. Maybe if Carmy, who was ‘dialling business’ while Syd did everything else had been training Richie, he would have clocked it instead. We’ll never know. What we do know is that there is no perspective around this, Syd’s mistake, and that when the time comes to solve it, both men ignores the skills that they know she has, and dismiss the good faith she should have accrued from months of dedication. Any warmth, respect, gratitude and care that Carmy has had for Syd up until this point dissipates, almost instantly. It's a deeply destabilising moment for the whole kitchen, but for their relationship especially.

It's hard to say much more without referring to the next sections. So...

More next time!

*I know it's Chef De Cuisine, but Chef De Carmy or Carmy De Cusine is more fun to say

**and in a bunch of work places, tbh, where a white male 'genius' is surrounded by a group of POC and women working their arses off while him and his mates dip in and out... OH NO I WENT THERE

*** I think this drives a lot of Carmy's absenteeism as well. It's weird to watch season one post season two, and see how often the team is split, for good and bad reasons. In Hands, Syd and Richie are both doing Carmy's head in, and he jumps at the chance to send them to get caulk. There’s the infamous Al Anon run in Brigade, followed by him sort of lolling about in the office (I know he’s bookkeeping), in Sheridan he does the meat run to Nat/Pete's, in Dogs they're doing the kids bday party, in Ceres for a large chunk of the day he's in the office... it's not the same as his abandoning of Syd with the menu, but you can see how scattered he is from day one, between the demands of the Beef and the demands of his family. I dunno how Michael did it, tbh. Well he couldn't, could he. That's the tragedy.

**** truly cringe to listen to a white man tell a Black woman he holds her to a different standard, as though the world is not already doing that to her. I remain, a sydcarmy safe space but ooooof. I dunno. Like I don’t need or want the Shonda ‘twice as hard, half as much’ speech to be in the show, but the women, especially the WOC, in this show don’t half put up with some shit.

***** convinced this will be a plot point next season, btw. There will be a reason why he wasn’t there and it’ll come up around Marcus’s mom’s funeral, or palliative care.

#the bear #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu

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m00nj3w3l · 9 months

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Well here I am (ONS chapter 128)

Ok I'm finally writing out my thoughts about ONS' 128. Idk how long it'll come out (extremely long as I'm writing it it seems...) and also as always I want to hear others' opinions on this, but as a warning it will be mostly negative. I actually did a similar post back at the start of the year with BSD, but BSD at least managed to bounce back full force and do what it needed to do while ONS shows no signs of that.

I'll break it down into the following points:

>I'm also getting tired of the flashbacks (as many already did)

>I miss the Shinoa squad (will touch upon Mitsuba specifically and y'all probably know why)

>The belief that MikaYuu fans are getting much better content and why I think that's bs (will probably mention my theorem of "Mika, along with literally all the women of the franchise, got hit with the mysoginy stick")

So let's go I guess, under the cut so I don't clutter my non-ONS followers' dash.

>The flashbacks: I... Did not mind them up unti now, if I've got to be honest. Let's be serious here everyone probably expected a batshit crazy backstory for the characters, ESPECIALLY Yuu and Mika, and that's what made me not really complain. Now it has been like? 8 chapters of ONLY flashbacks??? Only things of the past with NO break and NO POV switches to at least let us know wtf is going on in the outside world. Christ. The fact that irritates me the most is that all of this adds nothing to the plot either!!! What are the MCs supposed to do now that they've seen one of them (WHO HAS BEEN 4 DIFFERENT SPECIES TOO SINCE THE START OF THE SERIES???) sacrifice for the 3rd time!!!! AND IN THE PAST AT THAT!!!! HOW IS THIS USEFUL FOR THEM OR ANY OF US AGHHFHGHHG. We got other gays going at it tho and that's just funny to me. This is just a BL masked as a battle shonen lmaoooo.

>The Shinoa squad: I feel like this is obvious. Where tf are they? They obviously are looking out for where Mika and Yuu are, how did we not see them again yet??? Some progress in their hunt (let's call it that) for those two??? Shinoa literally threatened to kill Mika (and, for a number of reasons, let me say this: ew.) I'd at least like to see her and how she's doing. And didn't Kagami promise us Mitsuba would get more screentime soon? THIS IS LITERALLY A PERFECT SETTING. SHOW ME HER AND SHINOA BEING IN CONFLICT CUS SHE WORRIES ABOUT HER FRIEND AND WANTS HER TO COME TO HER SENSES!!! SHOW ME HOW THEE LITERAL KIDS ARE DOING AFTER BEING ASKED BY A FULL ON 24 Y.O TO CHOOSE THEIR FAMILIES OR THE WORLD LIKE BE SO SERIOUS THE SETTING WAS *DECENT* (wouldn't say perfect cus I'm not the biggest fan of the "bring everyone back" plot but ok) FOR IT ALL I'M *explodes*

>MikaYuu: Oh boy ok here we go. So since I came back after my rewatch and catch up to this manga which resulted in hyperfixation again I noticed that the narrative of MikaYuu shippers getting better content cus a lot of the chapters now focus on them is... common. And for a while I just thought "ok" and moved on but now I'm fully on convinced it's just. Not true. Not because the content isn't there, I would be lying if I said that, but because it's... Not good. Good content, for me (as someone who clearly loves these two if you scroll for even 2 minutes down my fucking tag), would be seeing actual growth between them, some actual substance in what they are doing as of rn, and we are not getting any of that. Since when did we see them actually DO something? Last time we saw Yuu in his actual body and actually saying something was last chapter and he was EATING. Then we went back to them just passively staring at everything that went on. And to add onto this, I dislike demon Mika as a plot IN GENERAL because it recessed any development both for HIM and for Yuu himself. Yuu acts stupid (wtf happened to him after Nagoya I'm being so serious Nagoya Yuu I miss you so much) as shit cus anyway Mika IS strong enough to let him get away with it but not enough to oppose Yuu at some point and this was addressed as a problem for like 2 seconds and then nothing. Oh my God. And not only that but this fucking thing also shows that Mika did, indeed, also get hit with a mysoginy beam, but that's another topic I want to talk about in another post if anyone even really cares about it.

So... Yeah. I'm not tired (I only started catching up in March after my rewatch, so I'm still curios about how this will go), but I AM sad. I really miss the earlier arcs and the potential they all had that now seems like a long lost memory. Can we all collectevely just go back to the Nagoya one like if the series stuck to that path I would be able to excuse its flaws up until a point because GOD. The eyeball with its Seraph shit or whatever the hell it was doing was cool tho.

As always y'all can tell me what y'all think, but I'm mostly expecting this to get lost in the void given how dead the fandom is. So yeah, see ya.

#owari no seraph #owari no seraph spoilers #owari no seraph 128 #moon likes to rambletm #i was listening to scapegoat as i was writing this just to add an xtra 'i miss the earlier arcs' flavor fr #if this has any typo it'll probably be corrected later on

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I hope this isn't an unwelcome addition re: your vent about race, but it reminds me of my own experiences.

I didn't know I was latino until I was 13. Yeah there were *very* strong "hints", what with the whole "grandparents only speak spanish with limited english", "parents can speak spanish", "we're brown (except for my mum)", & "eat spanish food at grandparents". But like. I had never heard someone say what we actually were and I was afraid it'd be racist if I assumed we were latino if we might not be. For some reason.

Hah, I remember getting kinda mad at people who (rightly) criticized the "ambiguously brown" trope in media, because it was the experience I most related to. That's what *I* was. I wasn't anything specific, I was just ambiguosly brown for most of my life.

So like. I finally asked my dad what we were and he was essentially like "haha what are you stupid or something. We're LATINO obviously, what a silly question!"

So I just went "Oh okay." And pumped the brakes on our conversation. Quickly after I realised that that wasn't enough for me. "Latino" is a rather broad category, I wanted to know what *exactly* we were.

I felt kind of stupid after that though, and I didn't want to draw attention to how stupid I was by asking a follow up question (nor did I want to talk to my dad), so I just didn't until I was 16.

I got to thinking about it again, and I realised that El Salvador had been mentioned quite a few times in regards to ~parent lore~ (I truly did not know much about my parents. I literally didn't even remember my mum had an older brother. So I'd just try to piece together their stories whenever they ranted to us about like how our other parent had ruined their life or something. Bits and pieces they'd shared with us over the years).

So I texted my dad about it (who I was thankfully far away from by then. Funnily enough this was one of our last conversations before I cut contact with him), and he said we were salvadorians 👍. So yeah.

But like. I feel so disconnected to my culture. I don't even know what our culture IS. And despite now living in a place with many latinos, I feel like I still can't get into it. Firstly because it would involve me interacting with people. But secondly (and most importantly) because I feel like interacting with latinos would just reveal to them how unlatino I am. I can't speak spanish. I know nothing about us.

One thing about it is that I feel like I have to learn Spanish before I'm allowed to try to engage. But learning a whole language takes so much time. And I don't like doing it because it reminds me that I don't already know it! And I *should*!

Oh well. Not like I could've learned it when I was younger, or in that house with my dad. I don't know why they didn't raise us bilingually. But it's not like I could've learned it when I was young either, my dad makes fun of my mum for her spanish (she spoke exclusively Spanish when she was younger, but had to learn English when she moved to the US at 8. She lost a lot of her Spanish since then), which would make me way too nervous to practice spanish and be bad at it at first with him around (he somehow didn't think that would impact us? He ended up wanting us to learn spanish, so good luck with that when you act like *that*).

Also. I keep worrying that I look white. I've always been light skinned, but until 8th grade I thought it was obvious I wasn't white?? But maybe not so. It's not like I can ask people.

In 8th grade the teacher briefly left the room and left me in charge of it (I was seen as the most responsible/trustworthy), so I made a joke about me turning out to be a dictator, to which someone joked about that being racist, to which I said "It's not racist, 'cus I'm not white" (in a manner that I *hoped* conveyed that I was *joking*, and that the joke was that poc can still definitely be racist (I mean c'mon just be around my dad, you'll see)).

And he just stared deadpan at me. I thought he confused me for white, so I kept reiterating that I wasn't, and he just stared and stared at me the whole time.

I realised later that maybe he thought I was being serious, and that was why he wasn't smiling, or maybe he just didn't think the joke was funny.

But like. I couldn't know. "Later" was actually quite a *while* later, so at that point I was already out of school at home all day, under the pretense of "homeschooling" (there was never any schooling).

I don't even know why it matters if I look white. There are plenty of latinos I know of that could pass as white, who I never doubt are latino. Ugh. I don’t know. This is an issue that could be solved by interacting with more latinos. In fact, all of these issues could be solved by hanging out with more latinos. I gotta get over myself sometime and realise that there are PLENTY of latinos who are disconnected from their culture and who don’t know spanish so it's FINE interacting with fellow latinos is FINE there's no way I can fail some sort of latino authenticity test. Whatever. Problems and solutions for later.

because I feel like interacting with latinos would just reveal to them how unlatino I am. I can't speak spanish. I know nothing about us.

hahh. sameee

This is an issue that could be solved by interacting with more latinos.

also same... UNFORTUNATE!

i getcha tho. and i also get the whole "not knowing what we are until i'm a teen" thing. ive always thought it was weird that my mom and dad know a ton about their own family histories but never really made much effort to impress it into us. EH oh well.

#nnstuff #ask

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A little writing project of mine that I have on A03 that I’m going to throw here to. Rated: Hard E F/M Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Chapter 9: Love and Hate Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

You weren't sure how he managed to get from his living room to his bedroom without bumping into anything, well you may have felt the brush of the hallway table against your foot but you could forgive that especially when Secondo's tongue practically felt like it was down your throat. The bedroom door was eased open and closed with his foot he broke the kiss for a breath allowing you a quick one before he claimed your mouth again as your back touched the cool softness of his bed your back arching up against the Emeritus as your muffled moan was swallowed.

A strong hand slid up along your leg pushing your habit up with it as Secondo sank to your neck his lips and teeth suckling, biting hickeys onto your soft skin. Sitting back Secondo looked down at you that look of his always seemed so cold it made you shiver under his gaze. "Sec-?." "Shhhh mia cara." The Emeritus whispered making you gasp as he harshly yanked you down, the crotch of your panties slamming against the bulge in his pants making you gasp out lifting your hips for more friction which he used to his advantage pushing your habit up and off exposing your delicious body to him. "Let your Papa enjoy you cara." again you were about to speak however your words were caught in your throat as Secondo bit onto the fingers of his leather gloves pulling the things off, tossing them somewhere on the floor along with your habit. Your breath hitched as those strong hands slid along your thighs giving them a bruising squeeze. "Y-Yes Papa." Your voice shook.

"Bellissima." Secondo leaned down placing a kiss on your shin moving higher you could feel the tip of his nose and lips ghost up your leg and over your thigh, your legs parting automatically for your Papa who paused at your core breathing in your scent. It was hard to control himself not to rip your panties off and slam inside of your soft body, your panties were pulled away Secondo breathed through clenched teeth seeing the sticky little string of wetness that attached your pussy to your undergarment. You could see his cock twitch in his pants at the sight of you the organ straining against the fabric he stopped only to unbuckle his belt and pull at his zipper letting his heavy erection fall free precum dripping from his tip.

"Look at what you do to me cara, your scent alone makes me weep in want." Secondo spoke his voice a gruff whisper your eyes locked on his length as he palmed it, fingers wrapping around his cock stroking the hard flesh, your lips parted slightly your pussy throbbing. Leaning in Secondo pressed his lips against yours groaning into the kiss as he ground his naked cock against your wet folds, your legs twitching every time one of his piercings tapped your clit. Your head fell back against the bed moaning tilting as Secondo bit at the flesh of your neck. Your hands moved to grab at him however with a growl he pinned your wrists above your head as his hips continued their slow agonizing movements rutting his cock between the lips of your pussy his hips moving faster and faster still.

"Papa…papa… P-PAPA… PAPA!!!." You called out arching your back against the bed below as the piercings brought you to orgasm your legs shaking as your slick walls clenched around nothing, Santanas you were beautiful Secondo stared down at you watching you the base of his cock pressed against your pussy, you could feel him swollen and throbbing against you. "S-Secondo, I need you." You panted your mind clouded by need the sinful goddess of lust claws digging in and claiming you. Secondo opened his mouth to speak but his words got stuck in his throat as your hips ground up against his cock.

"Papa… Papa fuck me, fuck your sinful little slut." Your voice dripped with sin. "Cazzo…" Secondo cursed fighting the urge to slam inside of you. "Non muoverti da qui." The Emeritus reluctantly pulled away from you heading to the connected bathroom, you could hear mutters of Italian curses and stuff moving around and falling to the floor and giggled hearing. "Cazzo finalmente!." A moment late Secondo came back into the room holding the condom package about to tear into it when you sat up.

"May I?" You asked so sweetly batting those lashes at him, how could he deny you? the little package was handed over as you moved to sit on the edge of the bed face to face with his weepy need, a devious little smile came to your face as your tongue slipped past your lips licking his cock head and gathering the precum. Secondo gasped for once taken off guard by your action. "Sorella-." His voice sounded strangled a smile on your lips as you sank halfway down his cock pressing your sinful little tongue against the bottom lavishing the organ teasingly. Your name was growled past his lips a hand moving to weave its way into your hair however lifting yours you blocked him smacking his hand away. "You little-."

The words once again sounded strangled as you took him in entirely your nose pressed against the fine layer of pubic hair at the base. This time he moved quicker his hand on the back of your head fisting the hair there bobbing your head against his needy cock while your hands rested on his hips. "Cazzo…Cazzo…Caz-." Secondo pulled his hips back further his cock falling free from your mouth as he came, his seed squirting warm cum onto your face and chest you held your mouth open tongue out catching what bit would land there.

Secondo panted looking down at you approving of the messy sight of you decorated in his seed. "Cara." He spoke grabbing the foil package and shoving you harshly back onto the bed. "Sei stato molto cattivo mia cara." The wrapper was opened and tossed to the side the condom being slipped over his cock, grabbing you he rolled you over onto your belly. "Second-OH!." You gasped as his hand came down slapping your ass. "Penso che una punizione è in ordine sì?." You could hear the damn smirk on his lips as his hand came down and struck your cheek once again making your back arch. Both of his hands slid up the backs of your thighs to your ass gripping each cheek harshly before sliding back down parting your thighs roughly giving the Emeritus a perfect view.

"Oh, cara you are so wet for me." his thumb ran along your wet hole. "Practically dripping for your Papa." A spank was given to your pussy making your breath hitch and grip the covers, feeling the bed shift your eyes opened as his form hovered above you, the Emeritus lips coming to rest by your ear his gruff voice whispering softly "Vi amo." Before you could reply you felt him slowly start to push into you.

Your senses were lit up like stage lights the Emeritus's lips pressing kisses against the back of your ear whispering sweet nothings in his mother tongue as each inch of his cock filled you, pressing into the hilt. You had taken him plenty of times before but this- this was something else the moment your bodies became one his hips pressing against your ass. "Sec-Sec-." "Shhhhh cara." He whispered his hands finding yours and lacing your fingers together his thrusts were slow but deep at first, part of you wished he'd forgotten the condom just so you could feel those piercings rubbing against your swollen needy walls. Your neck was covered in kisses, bites, and licks as Secondo made love to you holding you tightly against his chest for what felt like blissful hours as if Satan closed the entire world off encasing you and Secondo into your own little passion bubble. Your orgasms rocked your bodies after such a long build-up you swore you almost passed out your name came as a growl when the Emeritus reached his end laying atop of you trying to catch his breath you were in bliss feeling his weight on your back.

Secondo moved to get up your hand grabbing at him giving a noise of disapproval making him chuckle. "Just let me dispose of the condom tesoro, I will return to you." Secondo whispered pulling out of you and getting up again he frowned as the filled condom was tossed into the trash can, again, a waste of good seed letting a breath out through his nose Secondo looked over his shoulder at your laying form. What if he asked… what if he asked you to be his Prime Mover? true he was no longer the current Papa but he was still a Papa nonetheless.. maybe for now he would turn the lights off and head back to bed with you crawling under the covers hugging your tired form to his chest where you nuzzled enveloped in his touch and scent.

Over in the South Wing Copia had concluded the meeting with Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil his back against the wall in more ways than one with Terzo's unexpected removal from his role it was open but he wasn't sure what complications would that bring would Terzo hate him? so many questions… "Cardi." Copia gave a gasp of surprise. "Sister!, oh you startled me." "Ha well, I do hope you consider what we talked about in there not only would you be ascending but you could have everything." The Cardinal arched a brow at her about to speak when he heard a few sisters giggling one putting a hand alongside her mouth and whispering to the other. "I heard rats love carbs." "No wonder he's so fat."

The sisters giggled again turning down the hall of the abbey Copia looked down his hand on his stomach, he wasn't fat more like.. pleasantly plump? Imperator narrowed her eyes in the direction the two had gone she'd need to remember their faces, turning back to Copia. "Don't you listen to them Cardi." Her hand was placed on his shoulder. "Remember the power you would hold Cardinal." "And… everything I could want.." His voice trailed off thinking.. he could have her, he could have you, he could have respect the sin of lust and greeds claws were slowly closing in around the Cardinal's heart him in charge he could make the Ministry, Abbey a better place to worship their Dark Lord, yes he could picture it now. "Now C." Imperator spoke breaking him from his thoughts.

"There- will be some big, big changes when you take over, but you don't have to worry about that now, you just scoot to level two to be fitted. Nodding Copia moved away from the wall his hands giving a few soft claps in front of himself as he headed down the hall his mind mulling over what Impreator had said and what he wanted the sounds of giggles chipping away at him more and more. Tag List: Please comment or message if you want to be tagged for future chapters! @thesoundresoundsecho , @xpapaemeritus

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Jaina has been separated from the people who help keep her safe and emotionally stable for over a week now. The following are some messages she has sent to friends, documenting the experiences.

6/9/23

"This morning CC3 Forbis asked me if I was being threatened. I told him I'm hiding in my cell as much as possible is because I don't know anyone, and I don't feel comfortable in this day room. I mean the CUS herself told us when we first got to this unit that she put us in A-pod because there were lots of predators in B-pob, and I don't know who they are.

I am becoming an antisocial nervous wreck. CUS Wakefield is saying she can't move me back to A-side till her boss the Associate Superintendent of Programs (Arnold) signs off on her investigation report. She turned in the report yesterday morning, I don't understand how it can take more than 24 hours to review an investigation report when the investigation only took 3 days.

I am scared and uncomfortable. I did nothing wrong, and neither did Ashley. CUS Wakefield told us that to our faces. I do not understand why they were so quick to separate us, yet they are dragging their feet to correct what they now know was a false statement by another inmate, an inmate who probably filed that report knowing that I would be separated from the people who keep me safe, so that they themselves could attempt to take advantage of me. I can't eat, I can't sleep, my heart is constantly pounding, I have tingling feelings in my hands, I have cold sweats, and for days now I feel like I haven't been able to catch my breath. I am scared to leave my cell, except to rush out the door to meet up with Ashley for yard.:"

6/8/23

"The witch hunt is endless. Tonight at yard, Ashley and I were laying in the grass, and I was describing the clouds and their different types and how they can be used to predict the weather.

The CO managing the yard came up to us and said "how about you two move a little further apart" to which Ashley sat up and had a lot of things to say, most importantly "NO, we aren't going to do that", and "we aren't even touching each other", to which the CO responded "I didn't say you were touching each other" and Ashley started going on at him about it. She was getting a little heated, so I held up my hand at her and said, "relax, calm down, he's wrong, you're right, he knows it, you know it, there's no point in arguing about it".

She lay back down next to me and the CO (saying nothing else) walked away. We continued our conversation about the clouds

Interactions like this are all too common. You may notice the CO in this incident didn't even actually give us a directive, he phrased it as a question or suggestion, but we may still be getting infracted for refusing to follow a directive anyway. That doesn't matter, because we were not in violation of any policy.

Yeah, men don't typically lie in the grass that close to each other watching the clouds. It might look a little strange if we were men (though it still wouldn't be a policy violation). Our proximity was an expression of our gender identity, which we are allowed, as long as it doesn't violate policy.

In the past, I have had CO's comment on the amount of eye makeup I used to wear (it was not excessive by any stretch). I even had a CO tell me to take it off before.

"I'm gonna have to ask you to take that off your eyes" "

uh, why, and no?"

"because it's not real eyeliner"

"yes it is"

"show it to me"

I fetched the pencil.

"do you have a receipt?"

I sighed and went to fetch the receipt, the officer kept the pencil at the desk (this was the officer station in my unit at the time). When I returned with the receipt, another CO was there, and they both examined my pencil and receipt incredulously, then returned them to me.

This was early in my transition, and at the time only transwomen were allowed to purchase makeup at "male facilities", the obvious implication of their actions being: they didn't think I looked like a woman.

The experience was very disheartening and it massively triggered my dysphoria. I was not given any sort of search report.

This has always been the attitude of the majority of DOC Staff. They usually overlook my gender expression because it suits them just fine to mis-gender me, and when they do take note of indications of femininity, they call into question its legitimacy.

I know if you are incarcerated at this facility you were assigned male at birth, and I'm not convinced you're a woman. Could you please produce documentation to prove your gender?

When Ashley and I first got snood scarves, I was wearing mine, walking into medical when a sergeant shouted at me

"hey, you, what is that on your head!?"

"it's called a snood, it's religious"

"it doesn't look religious!"

"Jewish women wear them"

"Come with me!"

she went into medical and I followed her

she took my ID and went to a computer

When she returned she said

"I don't see it on your matrix so I'm going to confiscate it"

"I just picked it up from property today, I have a receipt back at my unit if you'd like to come check it."

"I'm going to confiscate it and give you a search report and I will give it to your unit sergeant for review."

I sighed and took it off and put it in the bad she held out.

When I got back to my unit, Ashley talked to the pod officer and showed her my receipt and search report. The pod officer made some phonecalls. An hour or so later my property (and accompanying paperwork) was returned to me.

I still have the search report. Under reason for search: suspicion. I still don't know of what she was suspicious. Suspicion lying to staff? or Suspicion of impersonating a woman?

We had problems with another CO for nearly a month after that, because he tried to tell us we had to take them off in the dining hall. (Mind you this was after he too had seen the receipt, and been told they are religious.) Meanwhile I didn't see him checking receipts or matrices for the numerous men who wear religious headwear. Eventually Ashley was able to get our unit Sergeant and several others involved to get that stubborn CO off our backs about it. We were never in violation of any policy in this case either.

The harassment is endless, and so much worse when it comes from staff trying to excessively exercise their authority and power over us."

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Cipher Academy ch.55 thoughts

[Just Dance 240+68+55+413+325+101+28+100+192+2+24+13+6+369+19+8+27+29+4+1]

(Contents: speculation - anxiety/predictions, thematic analysis - Friendship, character analysis - Anonymity)

Coming up with all of those numbers for the title took a lot longer than I'd care to admit. If you want to have a little bit of fun, each of the numbers I used has some level of significance to me, so try to figure out what each one refers to! Some of them are directly related to their neighbors, so those numbers should be at least somewhat easier to identify. Let me know if you have any guesses!

Anyway...AAARGH!!! This chapter did nothing to ease my worries about the series being canceled!! Is this just how the flow of this puzzle was supposed to go, or were all of the other cast members eliminated at once to get to the final match faster???

It works thematically to go this way, with everything being settled with what's essentially a big party and everyone having fun together, but so many of the characters didn't do anything! There weren't any major betrayals or twists aside from Karigane, when I really expected something like that from Kubinashi, Hakanage or Anonymity, and Rikiketo and Yonakiuguisu contributed essentially nothing to the arc at all! Were they cut for time??? Or have we just not reached the point where they matter yet??? Or is this just how Nisio works, and they're like the Plus Six???

Well, no sense in worrying about it for now. The important thing is that this chapter was a lot of fun! Seeing everyone coming together like this was nice; even if they're competing for the prize, in this moment they're not soldiers, they're kids. Everyone here has a smile on their face, or at least the closest thing to a smile they can muster, and even the defeated walk away satisfied that they tried their best

The only semblance of negative emotion comes right at the end, and is easily the most interesting moment of the chapter for me: Anonymity lets her emotions slip for just a second as she realizes that Iroha has chosen Toshusai as his final opponent over her. That little scowl, that brief moment of bitterness and regret, only to immediately go back to smiling and joking. Did she regain her composure as a sign of acceptance, or is she putting her poker face back on to hide the pain? The only thing we can tell for sure is that she wasn't lying when she said Iroha made her jealous, and that broke my heart. If this series does get canceled and that's the last bit of development we get for her, that's the thing that's going to bother me most in the aftermath. I want to see more of this girl's mask falling away and her real emotions spilling out, dammit!!

But even if it does continue, we'll still have to wait on that for a bit - cus next chapter, we're finally getting the showdown between Iroha and Toshusai!!! If the series is done, this is a great bookend for it since Iroha didn't get to face her for real in the CLP election, but otherwise this should serve as a good jumping-off point for the series to enter its next phase. If Iroha becomes the Code Emperor here, then he'll have reached the peak of the academy, so we'll need to move onto bigger and tougher opponents from outside the academy, so there'd be no reason for him to face off against Toshusai after this point. If he loses, he might face off against her again for some reason or other to prove that he's overcome the weakness that causes him to lose, but we can't really speculate on that too much right now

Of course this is all assuming that either Iroha or Toshusai win and even finish their battle. For all we know, the fight will be inconclusive and someone else will swoop in and steal the money, leading into the next arc to retrieve the Morgue from some outside force. Whatever happens, so long as the series isn't canceled, the mood we establish from the end of this arc is going to be abruptly undercut by the introduction of the next threat - that's how nearly every arc in Medaka Box ended, and it's the best way I can think of to keep this story going. I don't know how long Nisio plans to draw out this final battle, but I imagine we'll know the answer by the end of the month at the latest

Until next time

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