#like it’s not my job to be your therapist bitch! go see an actual therapist!

[rorywritessmut]

You hate your asshole boss. So, after an interview you two decide to take something for a spin

Kinktober 2023: Hate Fucking

As usual, minors DNI. Please interact with this if you liked it ❤️❤️ Enjoy!

You hated Bakugou Katsuki. He was arrogant, entitled, and full of shit. You wouldn’t let him know he got under your skin, though. You knew that would boost his ego to know the super positive and happy person you were, hated him. He was also your boss. Being the number 2 hero was already inflating his ego. Always going on and on about his obsession with beating Deku.

You are a people pleaser. Even when that person is your self absorbed boss.

So, you spent every day of your life kissing Bakugou’s ass. “Yes sir” this and “Please, don’t, sir” that. You are his relations manager so trying to control him was a pain in your ass and was wearing on your patience. You begged your company to let you be Chargebolt’s assistant when he harassed the other way. You’d rather be flirted with than yelled at constantly for using your quirk.

Gentle Touch is the name of your quirk. This entailed that just a gentle touch could calm down the most anxious person. You were also in school to become a therapist for traumatized civilians after Villian attacks. You needed a job to pay for school and your company scooped you up and paired you with your current pain in the ass.

Your quirk was used often when it came to the explosive man that is Bakugou Katsuki. You took a lot of pride in showing him how to calm the fuck down from time to time. His gravelly voice telling you to quietly “Fuck off” would make your entire day better.

Today, you broke. Bakugou had an interview with some popular gossip channel and your quirk was all used up before the first 10 minutes of it. Bakugou was pissed about the interview and the two of you almost didn’t make it on the ride over to the building.

“So, Dynamight, any special ladies in your life?” The hostess leaned over and you got a good whiff of her perfume.

“Just this bitch right here.” Bakugou pointed a finger at you, “Keeps me in line and shit”

“Oh-ho-ho, you’re in a relationship with your relations manager?”

“No!” You quickly interjected, “He means that there are no women in his life other than the women he works with, respectfully.” You always did this. You always had to clean up his crass language to keep the gossip media out of his business. Frankly, you were sick of it.

“Yeah, whatever she said.” He crossed his arms aaaand he was gone. While he was physically there, he was emotionally gone. This usually meant that you were going to be stuck answering his questions.

“Not even your mom?” The hostess teases.

“That hag-”

“No, Dynamight loves his mother very much.” You physically put your hand on his shoulder, signaling him to shut up.

“Ah, you two seem close. Tell me about yourself, oh great Relations Manager.”

“I have a useful quirk that calms Dynamight down so I was hired to keep him in line.” You regret saying that when the hostess raises her eyebrow.

“I see, so, you keep him in line and he pays your way through school? Sounds like a sugar daddy exchange to me.” She sneers, how did she know you went to school and that Bakugou paid for it??

“Listen,” Bakugou growls but you make a low sound.

“Ma’am, my desire to go to school has nothing to do with Bak-Dynamight,” You take a deep breath in, “I am just his relations manager.”

“A bitch too.” Bakugou sneers at you, narrowing his ruby red eyes at you.

“Looks like we have an enemies to lovers situation-ship!” The hostess is covering her mouth as you stare at Bakugou.

His lips quirked ever so slightly at the sight of your rigid body. You wanted nothing more than to walk off set and never see him again. Every damn time your relationship came up, Bakugou’s answers became more and more vague making it seem like you two actually engaged with each other beyond work.

“I’m done.” You clipped off your mic set, threw it on the ground, and stormed off.

You could hear Bakugou right behind you, stomping through the corridor. He called your name a few times and you felt tears come to your eyes. This job was ruining your life, if you were being honest.

“You’re not done.” Bakugou snapped and grabbed your wrist. You were brought back to reality.

“Get.Off.Me”

“No”

“Bakugou Katsuki, I am done with this job. I went on two dates with a guy and when I asked why he ghosted me later it was because he didn’t want to be involved with “Dynamight’s Girl,” what the hell does that even mean?!” You’re pushing on h8is chest with your finger, getting up in his face.

“It’s because you are my girl,” He sneers and corners you in the hallway. His arms are on both sides of you, trapping you.

“Since when?!” You’re looking up at him now.

“Since you first used your quirk on me”

“You don’t even know me” You push him with both hands and storm to your dressing room.

Of course, he follows you into the room and locks the door behind him. He stalks towards you, something unreadable behind his eyes. You back away from him until the back of your legs hits the desk behind you. You’re reminded of why you hate him so much. Of course he thinks you belong to him. He thought he was entitled to everybody around him.

“Listen to me,” He starts but you’re not having it.

“No! I am done working for you, I’ll find a different job and get myself through school.”

“No, you won’t,” He grabs your wrist and yanks you towards him. He pulls said wrist to his lips and kisses it. Never once did he break eye contact with you. You’re left speechless at his actions. “Now, quit being a brat.”

“Stop telling me what to do!” You scream and trash against him. “I don’t like you. I hate you” Venom laces your voice and you see something dark in Bakugou’s eyes.

He takes off his mask and ear pieces with one hand. He tightens his grip on your wrist and he pulls you impossibly closer. He leans in and licks a stripe from your collarbone to the shell of your ear.

“You hate me?”

“Yes, I hate you so much.” You whisper, closing your eyes. You’re losing control of yourself and you can feel your sex dripping with sudden need. Sudden need for your asshole of a boss.

“I can smell you, you know, dripping with desire,” he whispers in your ear, “I want you to turn around, pretty girl.” You stay put. When Bakugou notices your disobedience, he grabs your shoulders and turns you around.

Now, you’re looking into your eyes in the Vanity. You flicker your eyes up to Bakugou who has a Cheshire grin on his face. Your chest is tight and your thoughts are running a million miles a minute. It’s obvious from the way he’s tracing lines along your bicep, that he’s not going to hurt you. You can’t help the sudden feeling of dread and desire pooling in your stomach.

“Now, quit being a brat and listen to me,” He’s talking to your reflection in the mirror, “I always get what I want. What I want is to fuck you until you’re a blubbering mess.” You swallow something thick.

“Bakugou-”

“Katsuki. If you’re going to be my little fuck, at least call me by my first name.” Bakugou coos and runs a finger down your neck and along your collarbone.

“No. I fucking hate you, I won’t call you anything.”

“What happened to Yes Sir?” Bakugou teases.

You look at his reflection and suddenly he’s gagging you with his pointer and middle finger. Your eyes go wide and you can’t find it to be scared. Instead, you’re insanely turned on and pissed off. You bite down on his fingers and he jerks them out of your mouth. The asshole grabs your jaw and forces your hips against the vanity. You can feel his erection against your back.

“Bitch.” He sneers and you smile at the name calling. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. I am a man, though, I want to fuck you.”

You contemplate for a second, did you want this? The traitor between your thighs begged for him to fulfill his promise. Your brain though:? It was still unsure of what it wanted right now. Suddenly, you felt a tapping sensation on your temple. You looked at Bakugou and saw it was him tapping on your head.

“Don’t think too much. Just go with your gut.” Easy for him to say, your guts wanted rearranged. Slowly, you nodded your head.

“I warned you.”

“I’m going to tell you this won’t happen again,” You sneered at him. “You’re probably a pathetic fuck anyways.”

“I’ll prove you wrong.” You snorted at that remark.

With all this tension, he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at yourself in the mirror again. You grab onto the vanity and prepare for the worst dicking you’ve gotten in a while.

“I am going to tell you one time and one time only, keep your eyes on the reflection in the mirror.” You quirk an eyebrow as he begins to disappear behind you.

It doesn’t take long before he’s pushing your skirt above your hips. You try to crane your head back but you receive a swift slap to the ass. You yelp and turn your attention back to your mirror image. Bakugou makes haste by pulling down your underwear. He groans at the aroma of your gushing arousal.

You’re not prepared for him to lick from your clit to your asshole. A moan escapes from your plush lips and you feel your face heat up at the sound. Grabbing onto vanity with a vice grip, you’re prepared for the second lick. Bakugou doesn’t spend much time assaulting your clit from this position. Instead, he opts to tongue fucking the apex between your thighs. You try to not let his pride swell by wantonly moaning every time he hits something right. Which happens to be a lot.

Bakugou taps your ass cheek and teases your lips with his fingers. Is he asking for permission to finger fuck you? You make a whining sound to confirm that you need something inside of you.

“Good girl,” He praises and plunges his fingers past your labia.

“Fuck” You curse.

You can feel him smile against your sex as he slowly inches towards your tight hole with his tongue. You gasp at the sensation of his fingers curling inside your spongy canal and the assault on your asshole. Moaning his name, you look at your face and you’re surprised at the look that’s there. Your lips are torn from biting them to keep the sounds to a minimum. Your eyes have tears brimming in the corners. Bakugou continues to lick and thrust, driving you mad.

“Please,” you beg, “Please fuck me.” You can’t believe you are actually begging him to fuck you. The very man you hated so much.

“Have you been good enough? Want to see yourself fucked out of your mind? Bakugou stands and grabs your jaw. You nod your head with the little movement you’re allowed. You hear Bakugou shed the rest of his hero attire but you don’t dare turn to look at him.

“Hurry,” you plead.

Bakugou wastes little time in lining up with your entrance and beginning at a brutal pace. Letting out a strew of curse words, you let out a long drawn out moan. Using a staccato beat, Bakugou grips onto your hips to lift you up off the floor and changes the angles. He sets yet another brutal pace and you drop your head in pleasure. Bakugou slides out and pulls your hair by the scalp, making you look at yourself.

“I said to keep looking,” He growls out and you lazily look up at your image in the mirror.

You’re definitely fucked out of your mind. Your hair is disheveled and saliva runs down your chin. Your breasts have come out of your bra and shirt, nothing like you’ve ever seen before. Bakugou hums in your ear and slides back in. He thrusts and thrusts until you’re almost screaming in unison with them. There’s a tension building in your core that is threatening to snap. You grip the vanity as hard you can before your tipping point is reached.

“Katsuki,” You cry, “I’m coming.”

“Fuck, me too.” He grunts and you’re both moaning as you come down from your high.

Everything is silent as you clean up, head out, and go your separate ways. You leave in the same car but never say a word to each other. Soon, you’re home and you pass out from exhaustion.

The next day? Well, gossip gets around quick.

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[valeskafics]

Make You Mine - Dark Stepbrother!Xavier Thorpe x Reader (Part 2 of 2)

A/N: THIS IS DUBCON DUBIOUS CONSENT YALL DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT IDK DONT READ IT IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT SHIT READ PART 1 HERE

Summary: Xavier makes good on his promise.

TW: profanity, yandere Xavier, dark Xavier, stepbrother/stepsister, psychotic obsessive behavior (yandere), p in v sex, oral sex f receiving, pussy slapping, pussy spitting, DUBIOUS CONSENT

Word Count: 2,269 words

Tag List: @pockeymcmockey @justanotherkpopstanlol

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Wednesday characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

“Time to what?”

Xavier rests his forehead against yours, “To finally make you mine.”

Your eyes widen in horror, “Xavier, those dreams don’t mean I actually want to sleep with you! They’re just images conjured up by my subconscious! You’re my stepbrother, this is wrong! Dr. Kinbott said-”

He waves off your concern, “You don’t need to worry about her,” he smiles reassuringly, resting a hand on your cheek, “I killed the bitch.”

Your jaw drops, “W-what?”

“She said I had an ‘unhealthy attachment’ to you,” Xavier rolls his eyes as he imitates your therapist, “That it bordered on obsession and if things got any worse, she may have to report me. For your safety,” he lets out a sharp laugh, “She would’ve had them take me away from you. I couldn’t let that happen now, could I, sunshine?”

He has to be joking right? Xavier’s too sweet to hurt anyone. He’s always so protective over you, never letting you walk on the far side of the street. Always holding your hand in a crowd to make sure you don’t get lost.

But the look in his eyes right now? He isn’t the Xavier you thought you knew.

“Xavier-”

“That’s not what I want you to call me,” he shakes his head.

“Xavi,” you say hesitantly, the affectionate nickname feeling all wrong now, “We can go to the police and we can tell him it was an accident! Tyler’s dad-”

“Don’t,” Xavier snaps at you, grabbing you by the hair and pulling your face to his, his nose brushing against yours as he glares, “Fucking say his name in front of me again, Y/N.”

“Okay,” you agree, panicking, “I’m sorry, I won’t say it.”

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, “Say ‘I’m sorry, Xavi, and I love you’.”

You swallow, you voice feeling paper thin, “I’m sorry, Xavi.”

He lets go of your hair to grab your chin, making you wince, “And? Fucking finish it, Y/N.”

“And I love you! I’m sorry, I love you!”

Xavier lets go of you and nods, “That’s better, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. Sunshine. Baby. Just yesterday, they were innocent terms of affection from your stepbrother. The person you trusted most in the world. Your best friend.

Now, your stomach twists with panic every time he says them.

He moves back, sitting beside you, just staring, “I want you to get off the bed and take your clothes off for me.”

You shake your head frantically, “No! No way!”

His eyes narrow, “It wasn’t a fucking request, Y/N. Get up and do it.”

You wince and move to get up. Weighing your options, you decide your best bet is to fight. He does archery for crying out loud, he’s not an MMA fighter. He’s tall, but he’s not particularly buff. Maybe if you fight back hard enough, you can get away.

You smile at him, hoping to lull him into a false sense of security, “Okay, Xavi. I’m sorry.”

Xavier seems pleasantly surprised by your change in attitude and smiles, “That’s my good girl.”

You hate the thrill that goes up your spine at his words. You crave validation. You always have. You’re always the first one in class to raise your hand, hoping to get a “good job” or “well done” from your teachers. Always offering to do extra chores to get a “you’re wonderful” from your mom.

Xavier knows that. He sees the look in your eyes when he praises you and smirks to himself.

But you still have a plan. You start moving your legs to get out of the bed, and suddenly, you kick him hard in the face, scrambling to get off the bed as quickly as you can. You swear you hear him growl. Just as you’re about to grab the doorknob, your face is shoved against the door itself. Xavier is pressed up against you, the left side of your face pressed against his door, one of his hands gripping your hair and the other grasping your waist.

“That was a dirty trick, Y/N,” he murmurs against your ear, “Now I’m gonna have to punish you.”

You let your eyes scour the room before you focus on a stone bookend. You focus all your energy on it, willing it to move with your powers, but nothing happens. You frown. Xavier follows your line of sight and grins.

“You wanted to throw that at me? Huh, baby?”

The way he says it makes you feel like you’re a stupid child.

“Good thing the sedative I gave you neutralizes your abilities.”

“Fuck,” you whisper under your breath, before turning your body and meeting his gaze, your back against the door now, and you start sobbing, fat tears running down your cheeks, “Xavier, please. You don’t want to do this. I won’t tell anyone-”

Xavier cuts you off, leaning in to whisper against your ear, “Keep crying. It’s pretty.”

Xavier lets his tongue run over your cheek, tasting your teardrops, before he slams his mouth against yours. You struggle against him, trying to push him off of you, but you underestimated how strong he actually is. He grabs your wrists and pins them against the door as he continues his assault on your mouth. He bites down hard enough on your lip to make you cry out in surprise, using the opportunity to let his tongue slither into your mouth.

You don’t even know if you can call this a kiss. It’s more like he wants to consume you whole.

You try to move, squirming against him, but all that does is make you rub up against his body. He moans into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby, that feels nice.”

You freeze. Xavier finally pulls back. He rips open your uniform shirt, the buttons scattering all over the floor. You stare at them in horror as he makes quick work of your skirt and tights next, leaving you in only your bra and panties in front of him. You try to use your arms to cover yourself, but he grabs your wrists.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he smirks at you, “Did you really think that I was just keeping watch for you while you showered? No, baby,” Xavier leans in and whispers, “I was enjoying the show.”

He pushes you on the bed, climbing on top of you.

He presses a kiss to your collar bone before sucking down on the skin there, making you wince. He’s marking you. He leaves a trail of bites along your neck as he moves back to your lips, kissing you again.

Xavier’s hands move under your back to unhook your bra. He pulls the straps down and tosses it to the side, eyes drinking in the sight of your bare chest greedily.

He cups one breast with his hand while taking the other in his mouth, keeping eye contact with you as he sucks on your nipple.

It feels so strange, but oddly… Good? Your back arches involuntarily off the bed and he takes it as a sign to intensify his ministrations. When he’s had his fill, he kisses a trail down your stomach, all the way to your panties.

You’re wet. He can see the damp spot that’s soaked the cotton fabric.

“You’re enjoying this,” Xavier grins up at you, “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“N-no?”

Your words don’t even convince you, let alone Xavier. He mouths at your pussy over the fabric of your panties, making you cry out, “X-Xavier, please this is wrong…”

“Oh, it’s Xavier again, huh?” Xavier taunts, removing his mouth from you, “Let’s see what you call me when I eat this wet little pussy, huh?”

Your eyes widen in shock, “What?”

Xavier doesn’t answer. Rather, he slides your panties down your legs, tossing them to the ground. He stares at your core, making you press your legs together as tightly as possible.

“No point in hiding, pretty girl,” he laughs, “I already saw how fucking soaked you are for me.”

You shake your head, “I’m not!”

“Good girls don’t lie, Y/N,” Xavier scolds you, pushing your legs open again, “If you want me to fucking let you come, you’re gonna tell me who made you this fucking wet.”

“No!”

Xavier smirks at you, “Who made you this wet, Y/N?”

“Fuck you!”

Your jaw drops when he fucking slaps your pussy, the heel of his hand brushing against your clit.

“That’s not an answer. Who made you this wet?”

You press your lips together in a firm line and look away from him. He clicks his tongue.

“Someone’s being a bad girl.”

And he lets his hand fly again, sending a jolt of arousal through you. You cover your mouth with your hand to keep from moaning.

He doesn’t move his hand after slapping you, rather, he lets his fingers trace the entrance of your pussy. Xavier chuckles.

“Slapping got you even wetter.”

You’re ashamed because you know he’s right.

He does it again, “Answer me, Y/N.”

“You got me this wet,” you sob out, “Fuck, Xavier, you did, okay!”

“That’s my good girl,” Xavier murmurs, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips, “Now, let’s get you ready for my cock, huh, baby?”

“Huh?”

He moves back to where he was before, throwing your legs over his shoulder. Xavier stares at you as he fucking spits on your pussy, laughing to himself.

“Doesn’t hurt to get you a little more wet. Least I know you’re enjoying yourself.”

You don’t even bother lying to him this time.

Or to yourself.

And he dives in, eating you out like a man starved. His tongue delves deep inside you, mouth pressed so close to you that his nose rubs against your clit in a way that makes you squeal. He laps at your wet pussy, loving the way you feel on his tongue, your taste, those fucking sounds you’re making.

He moves his thumb to roll over your clit as he continues lapping at you, making you scream, “Fuck, Xavi, please!”

Xavier moans against your skin at the sound of you saying his name, the vibration taking you to another level. He makes sure he’s as loud as possible, slurping and sucking at you. It embarrasses you beyond belief, but you can’t stop looking at him. Just like he keeps his eyes on you.

“Xavi,” you whimper, gripping the sheets for dear life, “I’m close.”

He smiles against you and lightly pinches your clit.

And a white hot pleasure like you’ve never known before, not even from your own hands, sears through you. You think you might have blacked out for a second, because when you open your eyes, he’s hovering over you with a self-satisfied smile.

His lips are shiny with evidence of the fact that he, and he alone, made you come undone with that fucking tongue of his.

He moves to kiss you again, making you taste yourself. It’s strange, but not unpleasant.

And this time, you hesitantly kiss him back. It surprises him, but he rolls with it.

Xavier moves his right hand to give his cock a solid pump before pulling back from you, “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

“You,” you pause, “Do you have a condom?”

Xavier frowns, “Why would I need one? You’re a virgin, I’m clean. I’ll pull out.”

You have a sneaking suspicion he won’t as he pushes into you.

The sting isn’t unbearable since he got you so wet before, but it isn’t exactly pleasant. He sheathes himself in you fully, just laying on top of you for a moment.

He takes your hands in his, grasping at them.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t even think of anything but my name.”

He pulls out and slams back into you, making you let out a low moan, “Oh my God, Xavi, fuck!”

He laughs, “God, you feel so fucking tight around me. Like you were fucking made for me.”

Xavier starts rutting his hips against yours, admiring the way your breasts bounce with each thrust. He leans down and kisses you, still rolling his hips against yours. Your legs come up to wrap around his hips, letting him hit a deeper angle. You moan his name into your mouth as he kisses you.

“Xavi, fuck, I’m close-”

He speeds up his movements, continuing to kiss you, “Squeezing my dick like a fucking vice, God, sweetheart, I could fuck you forever.”

You feel yourself crying from how overwhelming the feeling of him slamming into you is. Of course, he smirks at the sight, loving how glassy your eyes are as you gaze up at him pleadingly.

He moves one hand to press down on your lower stomach, stimulating you from the outside, applying pressure.

And with one more thrust, you’re gone, his name on your lips as you chant it over and over again like it’s a fucking prayer.

He fucks you through your orgasm, and soon, he feels himself getting closer.

And you were right.

He fucking cums inside you. You give him a dirty look when he does pull out.

“You said you’d pull out!”

“I lied.”

He watches as his cum spills out of you, grinning to himself.

Xavier surprises you by pushing two of his fingers into you, making you keep all of it inside you.

You stare at him, still dazed by everything that’s happened.

“This can’t happen ever again. No one can ever know.”

He smirks at you, “Maybe you should tell that to Tyler. I’ve had you on FaceTime with him this whole time.”

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[blue2black]

I’m obsessed ngl.

Here’s some more COD incorrect quotes based on the game of Class Of 09. Both of them:

(Also, Cheshire is my COD OC, she only appears once.)

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Gaz: You’re a whore.

Graves: Excuse me? I have a girlfriend and a purity ring!

Gaz: For real? How do I get one?

Graves: Little late for you.

Gaz: No, it’s never too late to have your girlfriend fuck every person but you.

Graves: Ugh, I don’t need to take this! I’m on the honor roll, something you’ll never do.

Gaz: Bitch, why don’t you shut the fuck up before I slit your throat and watch the honor roll out?

Graves: Are you threatening me?? 😡

Gaz: No, I’m hitting on you, flash me a titty bitch. 🙄

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Soap: Fuck that shit! Do you even know how I got involved with this bitch?!

Shepherd: Language.

Soap: Do you even know how I got involved with this hoe?!

Shepherd: Slightly better.

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Laswell: Actually, I may or may not have been covered in baby oil…

Gaz: Ugh…well, I guess racism wins.

*silence*

Ghost: Can we see the pictures?

Laswell: Get out.

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Graves: I’m getting real tired of you picking on me! It won’t be so fun when the shoes on the other foot!

Rudy: Are you threatening me? Are you threatening me in SKETCHERS?

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Shepherd: Is there something between the two of you that you may not realize?

Farah: What does any of that even mean?

Valaria: He’s asking if we’re lesbians.

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Shepherd: You’re excused, cap’n. But work on that foul language.

Price, under his breath while walking away: Work on getting a fucking therapist, holy shit.

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How Ghost’s father could’ve died:

Ghost: And get this!

Ghost: His suicide note was stuck to the fridge with a Cookie Monster magnet.

Ghost: All he wrote on it: SIMON’S FAULT.

Ghost: I’m Simon by the way, hi!—WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO HIM?!

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Graves, walking away: I hate talking, talking’s for gay people…

Gaz: What a theory.

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Laswell, furiously knocking on Price’s door: Come on, come oon…trying not to get blamed for a hate crime…!

Price, opens the door: I’m watching football, this better be really fucking good.

Laswell: It’s actually really bad!

Price: Oh, well see you later.

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Gaz: Dude, we'll look the other way on your minor fetish and get you a pizza, okay?

Cheshire: Does he have a major fetish?

Gaz, looking at Cheshire: No, his major fetish is a minor fetish.

Cheshire: So, what's the fetish?

Gaz: I told you, a minor fetish.

Cheshire: I know it's a minor fetish, what's the fetish for?

Gaz: Minors.

Cheshire: Like, guys that dig coal?

Gaz: Not those minors.

Cheshire: So, shitty baseball players?

Gaz: What? No!

Cheshire: Then what's the fetish??

Gaz: ...

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Soap's mom: Excuses, excuses!

Soap: Weren't you supposed to be happy or something?

Soap's mom: Ugh...I'm gonna go up to my room and read up how to fold the pastrami.

Soap's mom, walking away: You better find a way OUT of those remedial classes!

Soap: You better find a real fuckin' job, bitch.

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Shepherd: What's your T-cell count?

Gaz: Uh.

Alex: I-I don't get it; we don't take shop.

Shepherd: You don't take shop...?

Alex: Yeah, they use T-cells in shop class, what's that have to do with AIDS?

Gaz: That's a T-square, Alex--FUCK!

Alex: What? No--if you knew why'd you look at me??

Gaz: I didn't know how much we were supposed to say!

Alex: How the fuck would I know?!

Gaz: YOU SAID WE HAD AIDS!

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Soap's mom, walking in: Ugh, today was hard but still rewarding.

Soap: What was?

Soap's mom: My day working at the Deli?

Soap: Oh...I wasn't asking, but alright.

Soap's mom: You don't wanna hear what happened?

Soap: I think I'm good.

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Valeria: There's something I've been wanting to say lately.

Alejandro: Oh, what's that?

Valeria: The n-word.

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Valeria: For a week it’d be kinda fun. You wanna be sexed up abusive lesbians?

Farah: Fuck no.

Valeria: Why not?

Farah: ‘Cause you’d be doing all the abusing.

Valeria: Oh like what? 😒

Farah: Just weird shit. You’d like…put a cigarette out on my neck and lick the burn mark.

Valeria: …so, you wanna try it?

Farah: No!

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Norris, walking away: Let’s see how the General deals with your abundance of comebacks.

Ghost: Soap, we’re not even a week in and you’re getting sent to the General’s office.

Soap: New record, don’t be jealous.

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Gaz: For real, I don’t like how he talks to you, Simon. You’re actually like, really cool and smart and you should be treated as such.

Ghost, flushing: Wow, that’s uh…

Gaz: What’s wrong?

Ghost: People tell me that all the time and I just say “I know”. But now that you are saying it, I forgot how to take an actual compliment.

Gaz: We’re friends, don’t worry about it.

…

Ghost: Are you trying to have sex with me?

Gaz: Not really.

Ghost: Yeah, I have no idea how to process this.

Gaz: Does the General ever compliment you?

Ghost: No. 🙄

Gaz: ‘Cause he can’t appreciate what he has..and seriously, like, seriously, Ghost…

Gaz: If I ever see him talk to you like that again I will rip his beating heart out and hand it to you on a silver platter.

Ghost: 😳…a-and you don’t wanna have sex with me?

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Singing Again

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x fem!reader

Synopsis: Bob notices the first big change after you start fighting your depression.

Warnings: depression, mentions of suicide and passive suicidal ideation, therapy, treatment of depression, angst, fluff. basically if anything in the realm of depression is triggering for you don't read this.

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Depression is depicted so differently in media. Growing up all the commercials depicted it as constant crying, the overwhelming need to end it all, and the cliches you now knew it not to be. And sure – maybe for some that’s exactly what it was. Not for you, though. 

You can’t remember exactly when it started. Maybe it was when your grandma died so suddenly of cancer that hadn’t been found until it was too late. Or maybe it was when you watched your parents' marriage fall apart while you were trying to navigate high school. When you became the shoulder to cry for your mom at the ripe age of sixteen. For your entire life you had been pouring from an empty cup, making sure you were keeping everyone else together while you continued to crumble. Regardless of when it first happened it was here now. 

Depression for you was not what it looked like as a kid. For you it was no appetite. Not eating even when you knew you had to. Foods you once drooled over made your stomach churn. How many nights had you spent driving around aimlessly in your town, crying to the songs that took you back to your childhood with a pack of cigarettes? Trying to ease the pain, let some of it out through tears and sobs down dark back roads. 

Your friends had noticed how much the shadow had creeped over you. Your boyfriend, Bob, he’d noticed too. While he didn’t quite understand, he was there for you. When you brought up therapy he was supportive in a way you hadn’t expected him to be. For so long you had avoided it. Convincing yourself that if you got an official diagnosis, if you heard someone actually tell you that there was something wrong with you that everyone would leave. 

Bob was nervous for you, he knew it wasn’t going to be easy. He knew there were things from your childhood you hadn’t told him about. Things he had never pressed you to tell him about. Honestly he was worried that as soon as you cracked open your chest, poured everything out and realized that it might hurt that you would stop going. And that you would spiral even deeper. 

It was scary. God you were so scared that first session. Afraid that if you opened up too much that you would grant yourself a ticket for a seventy-two hour hold. It wasn’t that you wanted to do anything to yourself, you knew you never would. Or at least you didn’t think you ever would, but depression was a sneaky bitch. However you were passive about it. You didn’t exactly have an aversion to some horrific accident happening and taking you out. Some days that sounded better than others. 

It wasn’t that you’d had a hard life. Other’s had certainly had it harder. You had a great group of friends, a good job, a loving partner. Everything you needed. It felt wrong to even consider yourself depressed. To even want to end it when there were other people that lacked even the basic needs for survival. But you did feel that way and you didn’t want to feel this way anymore.

To your surprise your therapist had told you that was common. In fact it was called Passive Suicidal Ideation. So you started on the path to getting better. Sessions two times a week that would hopefully eventually taper down and medication to fix the chemical imbalance in your brain. 

Months went by and while you didn’t notice a huge difference, you noticed you were a bit better. It wasn’t until about month four that Bob noticed the biggest change in you.

He’d just woken up on the first day of his leave. The warm morning sun lighting up the bedroom, the smell of breakfast in the kitchen and…singing. His heart skipped a beat. It had been so long since he heard you singing. Actually it was when he realized you stopped that his concern for your mental state had really started to increase. 

Throwing the covers off himself his feet carried him out to the kitchen. He wanted to find out if he was really hearing what he thought he was. Sure enough, he was. You stood in the kitchen, in nothing but one of his t-shirts that was big enough to be dress length on you, hair up in a bun as you sang and flitted around the kitchen.

In a few strides he was over to you and pulling you into his arms, breathing your scent in and squeezing you tightly against him. 

“Oh, good morning to you too, Handsome.” You giggled, unsure of what caused such an intense good morning.

“You're singin’ again.” His voice sounded a bit weak, like he was crying. You pulled away, looking up at him to find that his eyes were watery. There were some streaks on his cheeks where a tear or two had escaped. “I-I didn’t think I’d ever hear it again.” He choked out, his tearful eyes boring into your own. 

It didn’t take you long to realize what he meant by that and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in. Your lips formed a soft smile as your own eyes started watering. “Yeah Bobby, I’m singing again.” You let out another shaky breath. Not because you were sad, but because you were happy. You were getting better, you were coming back into yourself again. 

Bob’s lips found yours and he squeezed you against him again. “I love you so fuckin’ much, darlin’.” He whispered when he pulled away.

“I love you too Bobby, I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

“Good. Wanna hear that voice every day, for the rest of my life. You got it?” With a soft giggle you nodded.

“Got it, Lieutenant.” You giggled harder at the groan he let out while you pried yourself out of his grasp. Breakfast was still cooking, you could celebrate later.

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Psychotherapy

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Pairing: Zenin Naoya x f!Reader

Naoya is forced to go see a therapist to help his attitude so he can find a wife.

Words: 4503

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Spit Kink, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Face Slapping, Face-Fucking, Light Bondage, Light Dom/Sub, Edging, Degradation

Early 2017

You’re on a beach in Malaysia; ocean waves crashing playfully against the shore as you sunbathe on the white sandy beach. Palm trees stand tall and proud, providing just enough shade, dancing ever so slightly with the soft breeze coming off the water.

“What man lets their woman have a job? Is there something wrong with your pussy?”

Birds fly overhead, dipping down to the sea to catch their next meal, feathers illuminated by the rays of the sun. Others sing the song of their people as they pass by, on their way to the next stop with the flock.

“There’s only one thing worse than a woman, and that’s a woman who can read.”

Is this son of a bitch the CEO of misogyny? Holy shit.

Whoever told you to meditate to relax when you have a horrible patient is a goddamn liar because when they open their stupid mouths, it’s ruined. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, finally opening your eyes to find a pair of sharp, cynical brown eyes staring back at you.

If you had realized this session was going to be with Naoya fucking Zen’in, you would have noped your way out of that so fast. This is what you get for not reviewing your case files due to the recent influx of patients.

Be professional. Be professional. Be professional.

“I took many years of-”

“Therapy isn’t a real profession anyway.” The blonde douchebag interrupts, waving you off as he sprawls on the chaise in front of the window in your office.

It took him all of 30 seconds to begin pissing you off. Barging in during your last session with a client demanding his start immediately, all the while using phrases like “do you know who I am?” and “wait until my father hears about this.” You rolled your eyes so hard it’s surprising they aren’t on the floor right now.

The window he’s next to looks out to a beautiful, quiet, wooded scene. If you killed him, nobody would be able to see you bury the body, save for the animals. And they wouldn’t say anything. Most would probably come by to pick at the fleshy parts of his skin, assisting with removing evidence making it harder to identify that it was you who had murdered the heir to the Zen’in clan.

It would be easy. Incredibly so. You’re unsuspecting. There’s nothing stopping you from walking over to him and stabbing your pen right into his eye. People think of you as the quiet shy type, when in reality you choose to keep to yourself to avoid being part of the office gossip, and if you had to admit it, you’re a little tired of all the shit your patients say too, which only adds to the quiet, unsuspecting demeanor.

“I took a psych class once, so I totally understand how to analyze people.”

“It’s not my fault those women are mad. I never agreed to be exclusive.”

“I didn’t kill the men at the fair. My henchmen did.”

If you played your cards right, you could probably talk Satoru Gojo into helping you cover it up. You haven’t seen this yourself, but word around the water cooler is things are so bad between them, that when they’re here for their sessions at the same time (the rare times Gojo actually shows up on time), they have to sit in different waiting rooms.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and kiss your teeth, choosing to ignore his comment like the goddamn professional you are. You didn’t get your master’s degree to be talked down to by someone with too thick eyeliner and too many piercings looking like a failed alt emo boy.

It’s probably best to ignore his snide remarks and continue with the session. The sooner it gets started, the sooner it can be over, “Naoya, wh-”

“ Master Naoya,” he interjects, clearly annoyed you’re not referring to him the way he deems worthy.

“Right….” There is no way in hell you’re referring to him as ‘Master’ in any lifetime. “Anyway. Whose idea was it for you to be here today?”

You don’t need to review his case file to know why Naoya’s in therapy. Everyone knows. In order to take over as clan head when his father passes, he needs to marry, except he can’t get anyone to agree to it, because he’s literal human trash. Hence the mandatory therapy to try and… remediate some of his issues.

“Isn’t that your “job” to know?” he uses air quotes.

You were hoping if he said it aloud, admitted it, then it would act as a sort of eye opener for him or at least a first step. Looks like that’s not the case, he’s content continuing to be a shitty person.

“This is why women are only good for breeding.” He groans, rolling his eyes.

“Holy shit. What the fuck is your problem?” You ask in disbelief and the words vomit from your lips before you can stop them.

He furrows his brows, turning his head to meet your gaze before eyeing you up and down. He makes a point to stop and stare at your tits and lips, not bothering to meet your eyes again.

“Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that?” He seethes, “a wench like you needs to be put in her place,” he looks you over once again before his lips curl into a wicked smirk. “You’re decent enough looking. I guess I’d be willing to take one for the team to teach you a lesson.”

Fuck professionalism. This guy needs knocked down a peg or ten. “If I wanted a good lay, I’d visit Gojo. Hell, I bet you wouldn’t even measure up to Toji on your best day.”

“I can fuck whores like you ten times better than either of them could,” he spits back.

“I hear Gojo’s a generous lover.” Why bring Gojo into this, specifically? Just to stir the pot. Rile him up and piss him off, just as he’s done to you. Everyone knows the stories of the infamous playboy. Huge cock. Can go all night. Has a strict ladies first policy when it comes to getting off.

“I bet you don’t even know where the clitoris is.” He’s definitely the kind of guy who only cares about only his pleasure; it would come as no surprise if he’s never gotten a woman off before.

He sneers, “every single one of my servants comes crawling back for more.”

“Weird way to say cousins.”

He stares at you, fire burning in his eyes. Anyone else would probably think he looks shocked, and maybe he is, just a little. That a lowly window has the audacity to speak to a sorcerer this way, let alone the next head to one of the big three.

Shit. Are you gonna do this? Are you gonna challenge him so he’ll prove it?

Yes. Yes you are and you can literally feel the feminism ascending out of your body as you make up your mind.

Standing, you unbutton a few buttons from the top of your blouse to accentuate the swells of your breasts and loosen the knot on your ascot, slipping it over your head as you make your way over to Naoya, sliding it down his neck and tightening maybe a little too tight.

Leaning down, warm breath tickling the shell of his ear causing goosebumps to form, you whisper, “prove it.” He wastes no time in grabbing your free hand and placing it on his erection with a pleased smirk.

Of course he’s turned on. Probably thinking you’ll easily submit to him.

As you stroke his clothed cock, he lets out a quiet, satisfied moan as your other hand pulls the ascot a little tighter, no longer worrying if it’s too constricting.

Honestly, if he died, you wouldn’t care. Satisfying for you. Humiliating for him.

“Be a good boy and open wide,” he glares, clenching his jaw in a surprisingly quiet refusal. Letting go of the ascot, you grab him by the hair, forcing his head back until he opens just wide enough for you to gather saliva and spit it in his mouth.

“Swallow.” You demand, his eyes wide with shock. Once he regains his composure, he flips you over, slamming your back against the couch.

“I’m going to fuck your goddamn brains out,” he snaps, “and you’re going to regret spitting in my mouth like a filthy slut.” Naoya grabs one end of the ascot, pulling harshly until it comes untied, tossing it aside and you watch it float to the ground next to the chaise before turning your attention back to him.

There’s tension in the air, as the two of you stare at one another, swallowing thickly before your lips crash together, the sensation immediately sends a jolt between your thighs. The kiss is aggressive and greedy; more tongue and teeth than actual kiss and part of you is still shocked you’re going through with this.

As he pulls away, he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to leave a bruise, still trying to prove his dominance over you. Then in a move that takes you off guard, he trails several nips and kisses down your neck and collarbone. While he does this, you lift your hips and pull your pencil skirt up, so he’s not tempted to rip it off, letting it pool at your hips. At this moment, you’re incredibly thankful you wore your lace bra and panties today, even if he doesn’t deserve to see them.

“Spread your legs,” he snarls, forcing them open on his own and slipping two fingers into your aching cunt, making you whimper and arch your back due to lack of proper preparation. He quickly pumps his fingers while angling them perfectly. You let out a quiet whine when he begins to stroke the spot inside that makes you see stars while his thumb grazes teasingly over your clit.

Guess he does know where the clitoris is after all.

“You try to act tough,” he brushes his lips against your cheek and jaw until he kisses a spot below your ear, “yet here you are, so clearly desperate for my cock like the slut you are,” he whispers before clamping down, biting, and sucking at the spot on your neck. Thrashing below him, you try to nudge his head away with your shoulder to get him to let go.

“No marks! Jesus Christ, I don’t want people to know I fucked you!”

He smirks against you, knowing he’s not going to let up, and bites down on the crook of your neck this time. Gasping, you grab him by the hair and pull him away before smacking him, hard, across the cheek as he lets out a loud moan.

“You fucking liked that?” You furrow your brows and narrow your eyes, surprised by that turn of events.

“Shut the fuck up!” He growls, his lips meeting and moving along yours again in an attempt to keep you quiet. And really, you don’t mind as it gets his misogynistic ass to keep quiet as well.

With your mouths busy, his fingers working their godforsaken magic and your hands in his hair, you’re building up for a crash. A tsunami. An unraveling of the greatest proportions… and then he removes his fingers, pulling away from you completely with a cunning grin spread across his stupidly beautiful face.

“Christ, Naoya, I didn’t even cum. How pathetic .” You spit, knowing he’s edging you on purpose for pissing him off, “you sure you can fuck better than Gojo? Because at this point I’m really doubting your skill.”

“You don-”

“Shut up and get undressed. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

He stops and stares at you incredulously, “You’re the wo-”

“I’m not going to undress you. Do you want your dick sucked or not?”

Finally, finally , he closes his mouth and begins to undress from his kimono, as you take the opportunity to remove your own clothes as well.

Once the two of you are undressed, you push him onto the chair so he’s sitting; before lowering yourself to your knees, you take a moment to admire his body.

He’s leaner than you anticipated, and unbelievably toned – similar to a gymnast. Naoya has a pretty face, there’s no denying that, but having an equally pretty cock is just unfair. Standing painfully hard against his abdomen, the tip flushed red, already leaking precum. He’s average girth, but the length is impressive alone.

Based on his ears, you anticipated some sort of genital piercing, like a Jacob’s Ladder – something he could never pull off. But instead, he has a Prince Albert, which has you practically drooling at the sight.

However, that nice surprise is immediately negated by the intricate tribal tattoos with thick swirl patterns laying along one shoulder and down the left side of his chest. On the other arm lays a single thin barbed wire tattoo in the center of his bicep.

God . How incredibly douchey.

“Look at me.” You command as you sink between his legs, “you think this is where I belong, don’t you?” Grabbing his cock with a firm grip you stroke excruciatingly slow as he emits a loud moan and squirms beneath your grasp, “on my knees, between your legs. But don’t forget,” you give a small kitten lick over his tip, “I’m choosing to do this.”

You move a hand to squeeze his balls as you slide your lips over his tip and hollow your cheeks. As you expected, his hand immediately tangles into your hair, gripping tight. You have just enough time to relax your throat before he slams your head to meet his neatly trimmed groin.

As you gag and sputter with his length at the back of your throat, spit pools and dribble from your mouth, coating the lower half of his dick you’re unable to fit in your mouth. He tightens his grip, so tight, there’s no doubt he will have several ripped off hairs laced between his fingers by the time he finally lets go. He pulls back, just enough to give you a second to catch your breath before slamming you back down, nose to groin, repeatedly. Recklessly.

Tears begin to well in the corner of your eyes as he lifts his hips to meet the back of your throat, where you’re sure he’s bound to leave bruises.

“Fuck, that’s good. This is what you were meant for.” He throws his head back, eyes closed relishing the feeling of taking control of the situation.

There isn’t a lot you can do in this compromising position, so you let your teeth graze his cock in a little act of defiance as he continues to force your head up and down. He lets out a mix of stifled moans and angry grunts at the feeling before pulling your mouth off of him, bringing your gaze to meet him.

“No teeth, bitch!” He spits before slamming your head back down his length, continuing to force you to deepthroat him with every thrust. After a few minutes, his thighs begin to shake and a strained groan leaves his lips as he bucks his hips up, causing you to choke as ropes of cum slide down your throat.

“You better swallow every last drop,” he pants, “a filthy whore like you should be grateful for getting to have Zen’in seed inside you.”

After you swallow around him, to the best of your abilities, he releases your head and you make your way to the surface gasping for air, working to recover quickly. At this point, he owes you several orgasms and you’re determined to get them.

You would lean up and kiss him right now, forcing him back on the sofa so you can ride his face, but he seems like the kind of guy who would relish the taste of his own cum – the taste of his precious Zen’in DNA. Grabbing your panties from the floor, you spit the remaining essence of him into them and toss them back down.

Standing, you place your palms on his shoulders and shove him onto the chaise, throwing one leg over his chest to straddle him.

“Why don’t you shut up, put your mouth to good use for once and try to make me cum this time.”

His eyes are bright and filled with equal parts rage and hunger as he grabs you, forcing you forward over his face. He wastes no time in pulling you down so his lips can connect with your pussy in a lewd, loud, wet kiss before slipping his tongue deep inside.

Naoya forces you down in the most awkward position; one leg folded, next to his face while the other is on the floor, helping balance yourself as you move your hips against his face, softly whining each time his nose gently grazes your clit.

He digs his nails into the fleshy part of your hips, you told him no marks earlier, and this is likely bruise; at least these can be easily hidden. While gripping tighter, he lifts you slightly to adjust himself beneath you to let his tongue trail around your clit. As you shudder, he latches on, focusing all of his attention into that one spot.

He’s not interested in exploring, like a lot of other guys, oh no. He found this spot and he’s going to stay there until you completely come undone for him. You’ll give credit where it’s due – and it is due. He’s a devil with his tongue.

He might be the devil himself, but that’s a note to take away for a different session.

As he obscenely sucks, you let out a series of high-pitched moans and continue to roll your hips on his face, your release fast approaching.

He chuckles at your neediness, the vibrations traveling through you, making your toes curl and the world comes crashing down as you bite your own lip, trying not to yell out profanities as you cum, drenching his mouth with your fluids as he laps around.

Naoya continues to hold onto your hips, preventing you from straying away as your legs shake and squeeze in around him, instinctively trying to suffocate him. He hums appreciatively of everything your body’s offered, likely boosting his already inflated ego, before loosening his grip, allowing you to move back to his chest to recover.

As he licks his lips, determined not to waste any of your essence, you scoot back further, the apex of your thighs resting on his hard dick. Teasing him, you roll your hips several times allowing yourself to grind on his length.

He groans, trying to grab your hips to lift you but you swat him away, set on maintaining your teasing, allowing the tip to brush against your entrance several times.

“Fuck! Just get on my cock already!” It was so nice when he was quiet while you were riding his face. Unfortunately now, his mouth isn’t busy doing the one good thing it could do.

Looking to the ground, you spot your discarded ascot and panties next to each other and get an idea. Leaning down, you grab the ascot first and gather his hands, swiftlet knotting the scarf around his wrists and lifting them over his head. There is an old radiator in your office next to the sofa, so you tie his hands to that.

“You stupid bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He scowls.

Realistically, he could easily break out of this restraint if he wanted to, but despite his angry words, he makes no effort to move as you tug on the fabric, making sure it will hold.

“I liked it better when you didn’t talk,” you state calmly, leaning down and grabbing the spit and cum filled panties from the ground.

“You worthless brat! You’re go-” he’s cut off by the crack of your palm meeting his cheek, the sound drowned out by the deep groan he emits. You take the opportunity of his distraction to shove the defiled panties into his mouth. His eyes widen in disbelief once again as the rest of his groan is muffled.

“Much better,” you sigh with relief, knowing you won’t have to listen to him again until you decide to remove the gag. Or if he gets impatient and breaks the restraints, but that’s a thought for if it happens.

Lifting yourself, you grab his cock and place the tip at your entrance, allowing yourself to slowly sink down.

“ Fuuuuuck ,” you whine at the feeling of being stretched and filled until your plush ass meets his hips.

Naoya would probably be saying something right now about how your pussy feels so good, but instead he lets out several loud stifled sounds as his eyes roll to the back of his head. You don’t bother starting off slow, instead you chase the high you were denied from his hands earlier, ruthlessly riding his dick.

“Gonna use you like my own little fuck toy,” you grind your hips further into his, “how’s that make y-you feel, Zen’in? Hm?” You ask breathlessly, riding up and down his length, “does it make you f-feel worthless? Like less of a man?”

Looking him over, his pupils are blown, filled with lust and loathing as you roll your hips, finding the angle that provides you with the most pleasure. His cheeks are pink, extending across his nose to the tips of his ears, and down to the top of his chest. Lips are kiss swollen and black eyeliner smudged around his eye from sweat, hair sticking to his forehead.

Once you find your rhythm you decide to give another resounding slap to his other cheek, so both sides match as he grunts with pleasure. Letting your hands fall to his shoulders, he fucks into you as you drag your nails down his chest with each thrust, hard enough to leave marks, you’re sure.

Trailing your hands up your body to your breasts, you message them as your nipples harden, pinching and rolling them between your fingers. Naoya hums in delight watching intently while your slick coats his length, covering his balls.

As his cock rubs against the sensitive spot on your insides, your breath quickens and legs shake beneath you each time your clit brushes against his groin with every roll of your hips. It doesn’t take long for the waves of pleasure to course through your body.

He thrashes against the radiator forgetting his hands are tied as you cream on his cock for the first time, clamping around him so hard you might as well be trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

Which isn’t a lot, in your opinion.

“How do you like being the bitch for once?” You pant; this spurs him on to adjust his legs and pulls his arms, still connected to the radiator. He bucks his hips up several times eliciting several moans from you as his cock kisses your cervix in the most delicious way.

“Tell me, pretty boy, what is it you really want?” you question, genuinely wanting to know since he treats everyone like they’re beneath him. This is supposed to be a therapy session after all, so might as well see what you can get out of him, right?

He tries to speak, but it’s muted due to the panties so you remove them and toss them aside. He pants, trying to catch his breath as his hips piston hard and deep, punctuating each point.

“Someone to obey,” thrust , “and someone to ruin,” thrust .

You yelp with each of his thrusts, trying to make a mental note to remember his answer for a later session. You continue to erratically bounce on him, meeting each of his steady thrusts with a loud slap, skin on skin, filling your otherwise quiet workspace.

“Don’t cum,” he demands as he feels your pussy gripping around his cock.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” you shoot back, both hands on his chest as he continues to pump mercilessly into you until the coil in your stomach snaps and breaks, walls pulsating around him, vision blurred white as you cum around him.

The feeling of you clamping down causes him to bite his lip and arch his back; knowing he’s going to be cumming soon too, you quickly remove yourself from him sitting back on his thighs. His eyes widen as he looks at you like you’ve betrayed him – it’s bad enough you’re fucking him, but there’s no way in hell you’ll let him cum inside you.

You’ll never admit it to him, but he was a good fuck, maybe still not as good as Gojo would have been, but still good nonetheless, so you’ll let him cum.

“No way I’m gonna be stuck around you for years,” you explain as you grab his length, stroking vigorously until his eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets out several deep strangled moans, pulling hard on the radiator, as his precious Zen’in seed covers his chest.

After you catch your breath, you remove yourself from his legs and search for your clothes on the floor. Finding the panties that are soaked in both your spit, you toss them into the trash under your desk; you’ll need to remember to empty that before you leave, so nobody accidently sees them.

“If you take anything away from this, it should be that you don’t need to be in charge of everything. You might be surprised just how freeing that can truly be.” You try to explain as you untie his hands; he continues to lay on the chaise, catching his breath rolling out his wrists, “you can use the bathroom over there to clean yourself and get dressed. Be back in five minutes for the rest of your session.”

“Fucking psycho bitch,” he mutters to himself as he begrudgingly stands and stalks off to the bathroom with his clothes while his cum drips from his chest down to his abdomen.

You decide to ignore his comment and choose to take a deep breath instead and get dressed too. After straightening your skirt and slipping your shoes back on, you take your seat across from the chaise once again.

When Naoya returns, seven minutes later, you note, he takes his seat. Looking him over, his cheeks are still tinged pink, hair more romantically tousled than dishevel-

Nope. Good god, get those thoughts out of your brain right now. This is not going to be a thing.

Sighing, you grab the legal pad from the coffee table between the two of you and click the top of the pen, ready to write. His session is over in about 20 minutes. Let’s see how painful we can continue to make this for him.

“So, Naoya, tell me about your mother.”

#Jujutsu Kaisen #Jujutsu Kaisen Naoya #jjk fic #jjk fanfic #zenin naoya x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #naoya zenin #zenin naoya #naoya zenin Smut #zenin naoya Smut #jjk naoya #one shot #oneshot #jujutsu naoya #jjk x you #anime and manga #smut #VioletSaffronFic #naoya zenin smut #zenin naoya smut #naoya smut #naoya x y/n #naoya slander

[ben-the-hyena]

Got any least favorite movies besides than Encanto?

Hmmm it is hard to think because I dislike or hate many movies but few are the ones that made me angry, this is more shows usually. So I don't know how I'll organize it

Oh well, just titles that just cross my mind : How To Train Your Dragons 2 and 3 (the 3rd is the WORST for total character and plotline assassination, the 2nd does resoect the franchise's spirit but oh boy I'd make a whole post about my problems with it), Ratatouille (not hate but I really do not care for cooking movies "OH NO HE RUINED THE SOUP WHAT A TRAGEDY !" I DON'T GIVE A SHIT and it randomly having cartoon physics in a "realistic" environment throws me off), The Wild (until Encanto THIS was the worst Disney movie), A Clockwork Orange (I KNOW it is a classic but I just find it boring and even if I DO know it IS on purpose to denounce society tgat the main character gets away in the end it frustrates me to have gone through all of that for naughts ; a good movie for that, it did its job good ! Just not for me lmao), Usual Suspect (it was SOOOOO boring I was nearly too asleep to get what was happening in the end, I found out like years later there was a plot twist in the end because it had sedated me THAT much I didn't pay attention at all to names and faces lmao), The Lion King live action remake (OOOH IT FELT LIKE NECROMANCY FOR HOW COPYPASTED BUT SOULLESS IT WAS IT HURT... I HATED IT SO MUCH I STRAIGHT UP STOPPED GOING TO SEE DISNEY LIVE ACTION REMAKES AFTER THAT), Star Wars 7 and 9 (ABSOLUTE FRANCHISE ASSASSINATIONS WITH A MARY SUE AND COPY PASTING FANDNSERVICE WITHOUT MAKING IT MAKE SENSE OR ORIGINAL, A FORCED SHIP, FORCED DRAMA... The 8th was flawed too BUT I liked it for DARING trying to be different !!!), Ice Age 5 (GOOD GOD IT WAS SO LAME AND UNFUNNY IT SHOULD HAVE ENDED WITH THE 4TH OR BETTER THE 3RD SINCE THE 4TH WAS OKAY AT BEST MEH AT WORST)... RIGHT now I can't think of more, I mostly have titles of movies I find meh or just too flawes but without being disliked either (like Wish. It is a BAD movie, objectively, Disbeh deserves this failure and I'm glad it flopped hard. Yet it was okay to me. And Rise of the Guardians was okay too, but no sorru folks visually sure it is gorgeous but plot and characters wise it is VERY meh and the ending/Pitch's defeat sucked ass I was frustrated and annoyed while I was like 14 and seeing how people adored it anyway made me understand/realize sometimes people will call media "good" only because it has beautiful looks) so idk more

There are also movies I didn't watch but refuse to because I know I WILL hate it or at the very least will be angry about for the posts and clips I saw and might grow to hate it out of frustration of seeing it praised. Like Nimona (a Tumblr/Twitter post that lasts for 1h30 and will be relevant only for 2 years. Also fugly artstyle and charadesigns, also I'm petty and I loathed how Tumblr used it to mock Elemental which was a masterpiece and the best Pixar in many years and the best Pixar romance so fuck this) and Wendell and Wilde (for all I read about the main character Idc she is grieving for her parents, she IS an ungrateful edgy bitch who actually HESITATED to sacrifice an innocent guy for her own gain but because she chose not to and because "she's a sad kid :(" the narrative passes her off as good and in the right. I'd have not been as patient as the nuns and her classmates, as kind as they were she kept hating and being angry over anything- sometimes a painful slap in the face and a kick in direction of a therapist's office is needed I'm sorry)

#movie #ask #anon #moi #encanto #more might come in mind but I won't edit that post I think or not much #i also hated a lot of TV movies my granny watches but I forgot their titles and they are not real cinema just police flicks for TV lol #NO NO I AM NOT LOOKING DOWN ON TV MOVIES SOME ARE AWESOME THEY *ARE* CINEMA BUT YOU SEE WHAT I MEANT #fun fact is I actually liked Encanto as frustrated and angry as the ending made me. but seeing everybody ignore/praise it made me hateful

[verndusk]

15 Questions - 15 Mutuals

Thank you so much @freesia-writes for the tag!

I guess this is a good opportunity to introduce myself and give a little bit about me since I never really did, haha. Not intended to be so secretive - but also not used to sharing so much on social media! So the answers to the questions are below!

Were you named after anyone?

Yes! I'd rather not reveal my legal name but I was named after a Polish jouralist, writer, and traveller! When it comes to the name Vern - the story behind that is a little funny, at least to me! I was browsing chickensmoothie.com and noticed a pet with a randomly chosen name "Verndesk" - thought it was cool, but also thought "Verndusk" would sound a lot cooler! And it does, so that's that. :)

When was the last time you cried?

Ah, a few days ago. I was imagning scenarions between my OC's. Specfically the padawan Towa, she survives order 66 but at the cost of her master, as it typically goes. She survives alone for years, living in shame and fear - until she sees one of the clones from her squad who defected. They're my babies, okay? I can get emotional over them... (T⌓T)

Do you have kids?

Nope! I am 19 and can barely take care of myself, no thank you! Though my mother and grandmother had their first child at 20... looks like some family patterns will be broken!

Do you use sarcasm?

Yeah... It's a little counterintuitive for myself since I have a hard time figuring out when other people are sarcastic to me - but I love to dish out some sarcasm. oops.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Is "the vibe" a valid answer? I actually try not to look at people and avoid them when I can, my autistic ass hates (irl) social interaction when it's not needed.

What’s your eye color?

I have slight heterochromia, both my eyes are mostly green, but one is paler than the other - though it's not really noticable unless you look at me closely... it runs in the family actually!

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! I can handle horror okay but I prefer a good resolution at the end.

Any special talents?

I guess that depends on what "special talent" entails? I can move my ears, and bend my fingers up in a funny unnatural way. Does remembering obscure knowledge aboun niche subjects count as a talent?

Where were you born?

Poland!

What are your hobbies?

Art (kind of obvious), cooking, gardening, gaming, and writing!

Have any pets?

My cat Poppy, she's 2 and I love her with all my heart. She's a little bitch but it's not her fault. We got her as a kitten, and my whole family has been smitten by her! She's a void kitty! Fun fact, I named her after the poppy flower because her fur is black like poppy seeds, she wears red collars like poppy flowers, and has green eyes like poppy stems - also born in November (1st), which in the UK is known for it's poppies in rememberance of veterans. :)

What sports do/have you played?

Not many... dyspraxia be damned! But I did enjoy cricket and badmintom at school - I love watching volleyball games from time to time though!

How tall are you?

5''4 :)

Favorite subject at school?

Art, History, Psychology, Criminology! I can't pick just one, honestly!

Dream job?

Psychologist! Planning to go to university after this gap year to study psychology - hopefully become a therapist in the future. I would love to work with younger people especially, since I know that was the age I was most affected by my mental health, and would follow in the footsteps of my own therapist that I had when I was a teenager. I want to be the person my younger self would have needed.

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I don't think I actually have 15 mutuals to tag, so if you see this and are mutuals with @swarovski-yoda (that's my main haha), feel free to also participate! I am very bad at tagging games (especially on twitter) and inbox chains but I do see and appreciate all of them!

#thank you for the tag again! #aaand that's a little bit about myself #polska gurom #hehe

[prnanxiety]

This is breaking hipaa code. you shouldn't be complaining about people with mental health problems. you have no right blabbing your mouth about people who ask for help or seek treatment. if you want to talk to someone you should get a therapist. get a notebook where you can't bitch about your experience. i have been a patient of psych wards and what i see other patients do and don't will always stay with me. obviously, it doesn't go both ways. what stays in a psych ward isn't to be talked about. let alone a psych nurse. this blog is the reason why the mental health system is failing. you have no right writing about patients personal info. yes this is "your experience" but its theirs's to which in the end gives you no right. if you need to write get a journal or put yourself on private. it's their story not yours.

See, I disagree. I'm so often surrounded by people in my personal life and professional life who think that psych patients are to be sequestered away and forgotten about. "What stays in the psych ward isn't to be talked about" is their attitude, too, after all. It frustrated me so much watching patients leave and come back as frequent fliers, for what I determined was not enough community support, that I decided I'd start keeping a public, anonymous journal. The intent has always been to convince anyone who reads it that these are people I'm treating, and not cattle.

I'd like to reiterate, though, like I said in an earlier ask, that I liberally change details in my posts. Here's a teaser for example: I don't actually look like Harry Potter. If someone reads one of my diary entries and finds it to be a little too relatable or familiar, it's very likely the case that what they're reading is just relatable. Even between patients and entries, I see lots of similar presentations to my unit.

If anything, I'm sad that anyone who read my posts thought I was complaining about my patients. I'm here because I love my job!

#diary entry #dear diary #nursing #psych #psychiatry #psychosis #nurse #schizophrenia #cw: drugs #cw: addiction #ask #hipaa #hipaacompliance

[aliothbuzzsawshark]

Notes for The Melancholy Of Yuuou

What a gift.

He stands so straight and baby boy get a belt it looks like you need it

They really are just nice siblings. Yeah some aren’t the brightest bulbs and still likely hold a bit of a grudge because of Yuo’s plan but it’s stil so sweet that they’re doing all this for him

Damn they really just pushed him out. At least Yuro waved

I DON’T LIKE FIRST POV STOP IT STOP okay thanks. 

Tiny.

NO IT’S COMPLETELY IMPOSSIBLE I DON’T HAVE WORK TO DO, BREAKS AND OFF DAYS AREN’T EVEN IN MY CONTRACT!

Nicely animated swing? Also we’ve seen this park before right

*Shaking Konami by the shoulders* WHAT EVEN WAS YUO’S PLOT? WAS IT JUST RECORDIBG YUGA SAYING “yeah sure why not lol” BECAUSE THAT’S STUPID. I KNOW YUO’S SMARTER THAN THINKING THAT WOULD WORK WITHOUT THE DUEL MAKER

Sliding down sound affects. while in heels like a madman. We love to see Romin have a flair for the dramatics.

Sorry, this is my one single off day since I was five and I’d rather contemplate my siblings and current situation while alone on the kiddie swings than be in a magical girl anime

Gakuto came out of the dog house because he’s a bitch

get him a nap he looks like he needs one

Not me simultaneously gasping with Yuo at the threat “curry.”

YO I CAN COOK UP YUO AND ROMIN PARALLELS LIKE ROMIN COOKS UP CURRY as in insane

LET HER COOK

that was such a genuine scream for a wave of curry

Romin really woke up and called Gakuto like “Hey remember our sick ass cosplays? Well what if you do that again but as therapists. No I don’t have anyone in mind but it’s still cool. Met me and the kiddie park in full cosplay I’ll work this acting like it deserves an oscar”

He’s sad and lonely and covers it up and never lets himself be truly vulnerable and like he’s 11 he should be playing with Barbie dolls and having friends not being alone at your job thinking about how much you’re siblings must hate you

Romin is so bad at comforting I love that for her

Roa stop being Cunty

Anyways while recaps happens *thinks back to the Yuo is just like me post* AHAHA OH

These guitars go hard man

WE LOVE A LIAR YASSSSS

HE’S HIS PUPPET.

Kill Roa thank you Luke

THEY’RE BOTH POWER HUNGRY AND PUT THAT OVER THEIR LOVED ONES *Shaking you up and down over Yuo and Luke parallels over and over*

WACK HIM WITH THE MAGICAL GIRL STICK. BONK HIM. DESTROY HIM.

it’s now just 10 minutes I talk too much 

Damn he didn’t even get ice cream for himself never mind lol

Yuo’s VA is so good at screaming no wonder he’s Izuku. Also why is that the default reactions to anything happening he dislikes/didn’t predict

Anyways now that it’s been revealed it’s a birthday time to get cake for meee <3

Oh Luke hired Mimi back? That’s actually really nice good job Luke

HELL YEAH FIRST FLASHBACK TO SWIRLY LET’S GOOO

Also yeah the Reborn event probably happened on Yuo’s birthday. Poor guy

Small hands. 

NO NO NO HE DOESN’T THINK HE’S WORTH CELEBRATING MMMMMNOOOOO

am. am I going to cry to Yuo knowing how much he caused and how he almost fucked over peoples lives and how he’s dealing with that

Welcome to the part of the notes with more projecting

Yuo is such a fascinating character. Like, yeah, in his very business and logical heavy mind, how could he repay the pain he must have given. He doesn’t expect forgiveness, he doesn’t expect people to like him, that’s his business side. That compares to his puppeteering side, a side of him begging to see his puppets beg for even implying a chance of winning after being beaten, a side knowing he’ll be the star of the show with his Ashurastar. But he’s still human, still an eleven year old that has human wants like love. This is a huge ass rant oopies

He wants to be a good sibling so bad that he’s now just going with the nonsense

“Just what kind of life have you led Yuuou-kun“ is the nice way of saying “what the fuck is wrong with you”

ROMIN A DOLL IS ONE OF THE WORST THINGS TO PRACTICE WITH HE VIEWS THEM AS SERVANTS TO HIS POWER

“Thannnn…anmmisszamm…THANKS FOR NOTHING!” Proceeds to sigh in self disappointment

USE THE POWER OF RACISM GAKUTO. OKAY

What a mood man

Mmmmmm I have too many words to say about the party and Yuo’s reaction

AAACHDDGGSSHIYCDJHFGJMMMMMMM

It’s so sweet and nice and Yuo looks so so happy and everyone is having a good time and I feel like I’m going to cry

After all this…he gets to bonk. Also Gakuto in drag fits weirdly well

EE THEY’RE PLAY FIGHTING THEY’RE PLAY FIGHTING THEY’RE LIKE LITTLE KIDS WITHOUT ANY RESPONSIBILITIES 

Obsessed.

Ooooooo that’s a great ending. Everyone is having a great time and then just the sudden flashbacks and reassurging memories. Yuo can still have fun but at the back of his mind it’s still there. Great

#catboy tag💛 #talks with buzzsaw #You’ll get Goha Lore notes tomorrow #875 words OOPS

[eva-knits12]

Jake Jensen Discovers that You Have Depression and Anxiety.

Trigger warning: depression, mean girls, anxiety.

If you feel suicidal, please contact 988 or call 911 immediately. You may feel this way now, but trust me, there are people out there that are willing to help. There is hope, there is help. Just remember, that you are valid, your feelings are valid. There is no shame in asking for help.

Jake comes home, only to see you crying, curled up in a ball.

"Honey bun, what's wrong?"

"Jake, I...I...I...", you sob audibly.

Jake wraps you in his arms.

"Jake, it's these girls at work, I...I...I..."

You sob even more.

Jake's noticed that it's been hard to get up, even on the best of days.

He's noticed that you haven't knitted in days.

He's noticed that you've been very withdrawn.

He's noticed that you're not eating-at all.

It feels like it's too much right now.

You feel like you can't go on.

At work a few days later, you have an anxiety attack.

You're sent to the hospital.

You're then diagnosed with severe depression, general anxiety disorder and PTSD.

You're placed on suicide watch when you reveal that you want to unalive yourself because of everything right now.

"Oh, honey bun, I knew it was bad, but I didn't know that it was THIS bad!"

"Those mean girls are just bitches!"

"So is your boss, who actually didn't put a damn stop to this!"

"She's one of them, too. But I guess the world is run by a bunch of Regina George's, not by smart, beautiful, amazing women like you."

Jake takes you back home.

He sings "Don't Stop Believin" by Journey.

(There is NO south Detroit, hate to break it to you. As a Detroiter, we get that ALOT! So please don't ask that! You will literally wind up in the middle of the Detroit River.)

Jake and you cuddle on the couch, and you binge watch Star Wars.

You both fall asleep on the couch.

You decide to go to work, but you put in your notice that is effective immediately.

Your mental health comes first.

Jake sees that you're starting to get better.

You're seeing a therapist, and are taking an antidepressant that has been prescribed by your doctor.

You took a job that allows you to work from home, and you love it.

Jake helps you with the technical stuff.

You're a lot happier with this new job.

Jake misses you smiling and being happy.

It's like a weight has been lifted.

Jake and you go on a date night, and well, you happen like the end of the night.

It's the first time in months that you two had some adult fun time.

Jake jokes about you like the 'angle of the dangle."

You like the angle of Jake's dangle.

Jake kisses you lovingly.

Jake whisks you away for a weekend getaway.

You two needed this nice couple getaway.

Jake sees that you're slowly starting to become more and more like yourself.

Jake sees that your getting stronger every day.

"You're one strong, beautiful, amazing, awesome woman. I'm lucky that I chose you to be my girlfriend, when I could have a supermodel, but you're the true supermodel honey."

You can't help but smile.

Jake falls in love with you even more.

#jake jensen #depression and anxiety #mean girls #mental health

[giantchasm]

milgram jumpscare :0 i'd love to hear your voting takes for each of the prisoners

As a note, I'm not in on the Deeplore, I'm just a casual fan who was showed the PVs by a friend and given the basic rundown, but:

Haruka: Don't forgive. I actively dislike this guy. Maybe I'm just a bitch or whatever but I look at his story and my only reaction is "I'm also autistic and also have mommy issues and you don't see me killing both animals and people. Seems like a skill issue."

Yuno: Forgive. This one isn't even a question. Girl could literally be getting repeatedly pregnant solely to have abortions and I'd still be like "You go, girl!" It's funny that she seems to think people are only forgiving her/voting her innocent because they perceive her as some naive little girl. Like... no. I'd vote this way for anyone and everyone in this situation.

Fuuta: Controversial, maybe, but forgive. While he definitely got caught up in a toxic cycle, it's pretty clear he has intense regret over what he did. And also like... I think the behavior he exhibits is something everyone on the internet falls into a little bit and needs to try and unlearn. Not going to throw stones in glass houses.

Muu: Trying to decide how I feel. Definitely one of my favorites of the group, but as for the verdict...? Maybe don't forgive, but with sympathy for her? I dunno. She's clearly a very complicated person. I'm easily won over by #girlboss #buggirl swag, though. I watched Mean Girls on a plane recently and learned afterwards there's a theory that Janice used to be a popular girl before becoming an outcast and I think it's hilarious that that's potentially exactly what happened to Mu. Except if, like, attempting to sabotage Regina's life via new student, Janice snapped and gored her with a boxcutter.

Shidou: If I'm being real it's still borderline impossible to tell what this dude even did with how vague and symbolism-based his PVs is. Like he definitely harvested organs or something but as for the actual details I've no damn idea. Either way I'm voting forgive, though, because he actively doesn't want us to and I think doing the opposite of what he wants is funny.

Mahiru: Forgive. She clearly wasn't the healthiest partner but seemingly the relationship she was in was unhealthy on both sides. She doesn't deserve to be called a murderer over whatever weird toxic codependent thing they had going on.

Kazui: Forgive. As far as I can tell, either he asked for a divorce or is gay, neither of which is a crime. I understand why he feels bad about it, but he barely even did anything.

Amane: Forgive. Self explanatory. Literal child in a cult. I get why people voted her guilty in round one to try and teach her a lesson about the toxic mindset she had drilled into her, but it clearly didn't work. Leave fixing that shit to the therapists and not to the prison system.

Mikoto: Don't forgive for being a Tumblr Sexyman. Another one whose deal I'm not sure I fully understand. I mean, clearly he has DID, but I also can't tell if it's the host or the alter who even committed the murder, nor whether the alter (if he did it) did it for a good reason or not. For now I'll say tentatively don't forgive, but if it comes out whoever he killed was like. A threat to Mikoto, then John was just kind of doing his job as a protector. But like I mentioned: I don't even know if he's the one who did it, so who friggin' knows. Not me, that's for sure.

Kotoko: Don't forgive. Killing predatory evil men or whatever was cool and based, but she very much crossed a line by beating the shit out of the other prisoners. Approving of her prior actions gave her a twisted god complex and the impression that it's morally correct for her to serve as judge, jury and executioner, which just isn't true. Vigilante justice is a dangerous road to travel down.

[winderlylandchime]

He was on a roll today! He didn’t want to stop. Havent even started the ep and we are like 3 cigarettes in and 4 pills down. He had an audience of one (to his knowledge) to entertain and he delivered. But he was stressed. It started with him coming back inside and going ‘okay i think I’m ready.. i could be wrong tho’ honestly this is a mood ngl, ‘do you think Brian buys him alcohol..or does he have a fake id? Idk whats cuter. OH MY GOD HE IS DRUNK AND CARING ABOUT HIS EDUCATION! Why am i finding this cute?..my dream is for brian to tell justin he loves him. Seriously dude wtf has to happen for you to tell him’ I swear i deserve an award bc he says stuff that would usually get a reaction from me but i have to be normal about it and it is hard! ‘Oh god, how weird do you think had to be to film blow job scenes?..his hand still acts out! How is he gonna do in school? Oh Brian can’t get enough of him. SIR’ ‘..oh my god MIKE HAS THE SAME WAY OF DEALING WITH PROBLEMS THAT I DO..remember when i dyed it purple for that girl who said her favorite color is purple..and then she never talked to me again?*long pause* honestly i dont blame her that was a bit *waves his hands around* much.’ ‘..brian actually cares about Teds weird addiction enough to show up for an intervention? See! And he got him a job! There is potential here somewhere just let me uncover it!’ ‘Oh Justin is drawing again, dude it’s okay just take a deep breath, count to ten, shake your hand a little and do it again. That’s what my therapist told me to do…although i was 12 and it was bc i was scared to make friends…oh no his hand is gonna be a problem isn’t it?!’ He is now having a moment bc he feels bad for Mikey but he is conflicted with his feelings..’i need him to listen to Bri Bri and quit his job. Oh my god JUSTIN IS STILL HERE?! OH GOD THIS IS PAINFUL TO WATCH. So what if he lost control?! HE IS CLEARLY DISABLED TO SOME DEGREE! Would you kick a handicapped person out of school bc they can’t attend gym class?! Oh i hate this guy! How about you HELP him meet the requirements somehow?! You see he is talented and instead of HELPING him as a teacher, you are gonna spit on him bc he’s disabled?! OH FUCK THIS GUY! FUCK HIM ALL THE WAY TO HELL. I need a cigarette again. Pause this shit bc i am not okay’ he is currently outside pacing back and forth mumbling while smoking and i am learning so much about him bc of qaf, this is actually insane. ‘Okay turn it back on. I’ve calmed down now (cut to justin saying he is dropping out) I LIED I AM NOT CALMED DOWN WTF YOU DONT LET PEOPLE WIN WHEN THEY MAKE YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT DISABILITIES!..oh i love all of their reactions! But Brian is about to have a stroke if Justin doesn’t stop’ ‘WAIT THAT WAS LIKE WHEN BRIAN DID IT IN THE PILOT! okay that was cute! The way Bri Bri stares at him and then he dried his face. Fucking adorable, i almost forget that im mad that he dropped out..(and we are at the computer scene) OH MY FUCKING FUCK CRISPY JESUS HE GOT HIM THAT COMPUTER! THAT IS NOT NORMAL FUCK BUDDY BEHAVIOR BRIAN! Oh this fucker cares so deeply for him and everyone else but doesn’t want anyone to know. CMON JUSTIN STOP BEING A LITTLE BITCH AND TRY IT! Oh that’s messed up Justin, he isnt trying to fix you, UNLIKE THE TEACHER HE IS TRYING TO HELP YOU FIND WAYS TO DO YOU THING! Oh he looks like he just watched a puppy get hit (he now got sad at a fake scenario he just made up about the puppy)..OH HE DREW A PENIS NICE’ 1/2 of 2x05

Oh he drew a penis, nice. DEAD.

Anon you are so brave and strong for not telling him the things that you should not be telling him.

Your brother has gone straight (pun intended) queer theory to disability theory. He needs a full honorary degree. I love him.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

[jerek]

OC QUESTIONS SORRY LONG POST ty warcraftish ♥️♥️

1. does your oc have any motifs?

oh boy! off the top of my head: black-and-white, moths, ghost fires, dendritic opal, anything milky. and curly smoke :)

2. describe your character’s voice. do they have a voice claim?

no voice claim. an accent though, south sudanese, yanno. she has a high, soft, almost murmur-y quality. when she's really beltin though... skip to 2:28 on here she is Such a fucking coquetteblogger

3. is your character an indoor or outdoor person?

'outdoor' but as anduin can tell you it's all a front to get people to take her indoors and make her cozy lmao

4. what’s your character’s favorite recreational activity?

she would be SO jealous of dracthyr's wings lol. as for what she CAN do, probably testing out troll physics with wrathion and other champions

5. what was your character’s dream job as a kid? is it different than what their career ended up being?

midha was already doing what she ended up being best at by the time she could even ask herself what she wanted to do. she's been shadowing an adventurer mom and dad for long enough that adventuring was inevitable. in a modern au... probably would start off as some Baby's First Job and get talent scouted for being a sugar baby lol. or alternatively: butterfly therapist lol. thats what the mind control is for

6. what is the thing your oc likes the least about themselves?

her emotional vulnerability. bitches will cry into the jacket of their whelpling little brother SO loud and SO ugly and and be like "i'm fine." no girl you're a pisces

7. what is the thing your oc likes the most about themselves?

her plot armor <3

8. what book genre is their favorite?

only the Stupidest of drama! probably wattpad-tier werewolf romance.

9. what book genre is their least favorite?

LEAST favorite? -anime girl ehhh- probably anything detailing the methodology of wow faction leaders. she still reads them, but she reads them to use in callout posts.

10. what kind of music do they enjoy?

party man - peter gabriel

glorious - the pierces

punisher - phoebe bridgers

skateaway - dire straits

silhouettes - of monsters and men

11. has your OC ever fallen in love and with whom?

she admired anduin a lot back in MoP, but being she was a champion, it's hard to say whether that was a crush or jealousy.

she had a homoerotic friendship w vyneia willowing, my velf (then belf) oc at the same time.

she is PROBABLY somewhere on the aroace spectrum though.

12. how well does your OC do in school?

inapplicable. might do well if she'd gone as a kid

13. where would your OC like to go on a honeymoon?

depends on who's taking her 😳

14. An embarrassing secret about your OC?

she's been using the same wyrmrest tabard as a swimsuit/loungewear since it actually fit her well back in cata lol. at least back then she wore shorts w it.

15. who is your OC’s best friend?

-squid games voice- BLACK PRINCE‼️‼️

16. how does your OC feel about their parents?

not involved with them. does not know if they're alive, does not need them (whole time shes deranged)

17. how does your OC feel about their siblings?

only child biologically. HOWEVER!!!!! see 'dragon cultist' post for her thots on wrathion.

18. a memory that still makes your OC angry?

not much makes midha angry. she was however, very aware of what she did not like about the week she spent w anduin before he got kidnapped.

19. a memory that still makes your OC sad?

again, not much makes midha sad. however.

"alas champion you could have been a blacktalon but the alliance needs you. go to anduin"

20. a nostalgic memory from your OC’s childhood?

most of her time with her dad. summers were with dad up north, winters were with mom down south. she could have gone the way of her dad and been a druid.

21. hobbies your OC enjoys?

haven't explored this a whole lot! realistically probably some of my own: anything involving upcycling. or like, CREATING wattpad drama

22. what is holding your OC back to achieve their goals?

she's so nervous oh my god. insert greyhound pic here

23. what are your OC’s biggest flaws and biggest strengths?

Doubt and Strength to wrathion, waywardness and Tenacity for anduin. to herself... she's a pile of goo but at least she's principled!

24. how does your OC handle death of someone they know?

she does not. assume random bouts of silent weeping with a completely blank face. or a trip to the mental health cloak.

25. favorite food and color for your OC?

huh. white-gold for color... this bitch loves apple pie filling in literally any pastry.

26. least favorite food and color?

GONNA KEEP IT REAL WITH YOU... idk. she isn't capable of disliking things like that :^>

27. your OC’s zodiac sign?

oh pisces for SURE lmao

28. is your OC a dog or cat person?

dragon weeb. failing that... probably likes bakars. would be a cat person if she read warriors

29. when was their first kiss?

30. does your OC wish to be married someday?

she saw tiffin's memorial, thought a little bit and said. Hm. so like, good luck

if you see this do it im not PHUCKIN kidding i'll GET yoy

#midhaposting #anduin x oc

[weabooweedwitch]

Have you considered the possibility you might have petulant-subtype BPD or covert/thin-skinned NPD? Self-loathing, needing to feel extremely desired (which you said is why you write yandere and noncon), anger issues, being sensitive to ways you might be a victim in life or got a worse deal than others, wanting to lash out at people for perceived slights, extremely fluctuating self-esteem, substance abuse, exaggerating issues, fantasizing a lot about extreme and ideal love, preoccupation with things like appearance, age and failure, perfectionism and not being able to let things go are all traits of those disorders I've noticed in you. I don't know though. I think a lot of people with MI and neurodiversity are like that at a younger age but usually they grow out of it by age 25 at the latest? Which suggests it might be a personality disorder in your case. Maybe it might be worth pursuing some type of advanced psychodynamic therapy for diagnostic clarification? Because it sounds like you've just had diagnosis after diagnosis thrown at you, and of course therapy won't do anything if you don't have the right one. Unfortunately psychiatrists are dogshit at diagnosing complex disorders in young women

Lmaoooo literally have a little voice in the back of my head right now "PETULANT subtype? Oh so I'm Medically Diagnosed As Whiny? 😤😤😤" Lll

I think that definitely sounds like a possibility though 🥺 (especially since I feel like I hate myself too much to have any form of NPD lol). As you've said, those are definitely a lot of traits I have and a lot of these traits I've had as far back as I can remember :( or, maybe it formed as a result of childhood stress and abuse or something since my mom used to say I was a much happier cheerier, more assertive child in the past

That actually reminds me of how I did in fact have like, some sort of social worker suggest I have more indepth psychological testing for a missed diagnosis and it just never really happened, like I was supposed to receive a phonecall or something eventually but, never did

Gosh I was talking to my mom just recently about seeing a psychiatrist again (the downside is i probably have to see a therapist first for a referral), more so to check for ADHD, because I've read ADHD and OCD cause certain emotional regulation issues, and when I was seeing a therapist last, she eventually brought up "hey I've noticed you kind of fly off the handle and become almost manic sometimes because you are so upset, does this happen a lot" and, she was thinking maybe it was exacerbated by my smoking habits, but, really thinking on it, I've always had these sorts of issues, especially in school. They would almost have to warn me/my mom in advance whenever there was going to be a substitute teacher because, something about a new authority figure or the change or I don't even remember, I would HATE those bitches, to the point every single time there was a sub, I was having issues and butting heads and I actually had a period of time as a child where I was, not exactly VIOLENT but I would get into physical fights and arguments with other kids.

Like literally as far back as I can remember, any sort of criticism or rejection of any kind basically creates this.... visceral reaction in me? Like it almost sends me onto fight or flight in a way, the way it can completely tank my moods, make me instantly on edge, almost feeling attacked. And obviously it's a huge problem when I'm supposed to be adulting and I'm at a job and a manager or authority figure says something that irks me and suddenly there's that voice, "ok you know what fuck you, fuck you I'm going then"

Like lmao she may know what I'm talking about but a while back I was talking to a mutual I've known for a few years and she's kind of like "hey XYZ was actually a really uncool to say" and this was a person I've known you know secondhand for YEARS and my brain, instantly instantly said "ok you know what fuck you too then" and I had to like, reign my emotions in and just say I couldn't have that conversation while I wasn't in the right mental state during that time. Like it's that strong.

My mom has always commented on me "flying off the handle" but I've seen literally so many therapists and psychiatrists at this point that like it's a LIST of people who missed me potentially have a PD, but a lot of mental health symptoms overlap and intersect with each other, so...

This is actually super super helpful and something I definitely need to look into, thank you 🥺❤️

[an-aura-about-you]

A Shared Shade of Grey

*steps up to the microphone of the What If Machine* What if Anastasia Steele in the movie Fifty Shades of Grey was aware of the sexual orientation her vibes give off?

Not to be read if you actually like Fifty Shades of Grey.

Also content warning for references to parental abuse, sexual abuse/assault, drinking, vomiting, acephobia, arophobia, minor character death, injury, medical debt, and canon typical BDSM stuff. Nothing is laid out in too much detail, but please keep this in mind.

Also also big shoutouts to Dominic Noble and Folding Ideas for their excellent reviews of the entire Fifty Shades series.

-

“I don’t do the boyfriend thing,” Christian says. “The hearts, flowers, romance, none of it.”

Ana’s mouth forms into a silent gasp of an “o,” her face lighting up like everything’s gone from making no sense to complete understanding. “Are you-?” she begins in a whisper, but she cuts herself off. She glances around the cafe, pulls out her phone, and begins typing. “Just a minute.”

Christian watches, puzzled as she finishes up whatever she’s doing, sets her phone on the table, and slides it around for him to see. When he picks it up, he sees the word that he didn’t know he was waiting for.

“Aromantic?”

One who does not feel romantic attraction, separate from whether one does or does not feel sexual attraction.

Ana nods. “Does that sound like you?”

Christian meets Ana’s eyes and asks, “That’s a thing?”

-

“C’mon, Christian,” Ana says, gently shoving at his shoulder. “Obviously you like sex, but you’ve gotta have something you’re interested in besides that.” She points a finger at him when he opens his mouth and goes, “And don’t say business stuff.”

“What if I do like business stuff?” Christian playfully protests.

Ana rolls her eyes and fiddles with the black ring around her right middle finger. An ace ring, he learned. He had seen people wearing black rings before, specifically swingers, but it’s when it’s on the right middle finger that it’s an ace ring. “That’s not what I mean. You have a life outside work and bed, right?”

Christian pauses and thinks for a moment. He hasn’t really been doing anything outside of business meetings and sex meetings for a while now. Well, he does have something new on his to-do list: find a new therapist.

(“So when were you going to tell me the person you keep referring to as ‘the crack whore’ is your birth mother?” Ana had asked one day.

Christian scowled. “I thought I already had.”

“Buddy, you need therapy.”

“I have a therapist, Ana.”

“Cool, cool,” Ana said. “This is on your therapy plan, then, right? Part of your goals? Because if not, it should be.”

“Therapy plan?”

“Oh, Christian,” Ana sighed as she facepalmed.)

“I guess it’s been a while since I’ve taken Charlie Tango out,” he muses.

“Charlie Tango?” Ana repeats.

“She’s a Eurocopter, EC-135, the safest in its…” he explains, trailing off when it looks like Ana is uninterested. “Ah, never mind. It’s my helicopter.”

“Oh!” she yelps. “No, I’m sorry! I was just caught up in, ‘You own a helicopter?!’ You have too much goddamn money, Christian. But I digress. Please, go ahead and infodump!”

Christian smiles as he gets an idea. “Why don’t I show you Charlie Tango myself?” After all, demonstration is more fun than explanation.

Ana gets to her feet, nearly bouncing as she does. “I’ve never been in a helicopter before! And I’m not about to pass up the chance now!”

-

Christian gets the message at the worst possible time: when he’s crying.

Ash, bless him, has been leagues better than Dr. Flynn with patience to rival that of Job. He’s been learning a lot about looking at his childhood from the perspective of an adult and that there’s a lot of anger that comes with doing that. And all of that has been exacerbated by an email from Elena.

Abuse at the hand of a parent’s friend that was allowed to just happen is a bitch of a thing.

He has no fucking clue how to handle Elena, either emotionally or fiscally considering the salon they co-own. And he doesn’t know what’s worse, how much he’s growing to hate her or how much he still likes her in spite of what she did to him.

(“It’s okay to have these good feelings and good memories,” Ash told him. “And it’s okay to be bitter about having good feelings or good memories about an abuser. There’s no one correct way to feel about any of this. But at some point, the feeling will pass. Once it does, you let it go.”)

It’ll pass, all right. Like a fucking kidney stone.

“Christian, your phone is-” Elliot begins, holding the phone in question, but he stops short when he sees Christian doubled over with his arms wrapped around his knees. “-holy shit.”

“What?!” Christian lashes out on impulse. Fuck. “Sorry. Sorry. What?” He’ll talk to Elliot about that later, when he can actually give him a worthwhile apology.

“Somebody sent you their location,” Elliot explains, handing Christian his phone. “Caught the push notification.”

Christian takes his phone, anger ebbing away in favor of bemusement. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere tonight. Then he sees what chat it’s in, and his blood turns to ice.

“Ana,” he gasps, getting to his feet.

She’s out celebrating the end of her college exams with her friends at the bar. There’s no way she’d just send him her location with no explanation of what’s going on unless something’s wrong.

“Elliot, something’s going on with Ana,” he explains, trying not to let himself get frantic. “Can you drive?”

-

Christian roughly shoves José away from Ana, and he’d like to do worse to him, but Elliot is taking him aside and trying to talk things through. He forces himself to leave that to Elliot. Right now, Ana is bent over and apparently retching. He holds her hair back from her face as she empties her stomach. He looks away from her for just a moment when he hears a punch connect, and he sees Elliot rubbing his fist with José laid out on the ground. Guess negotiations fell through. It must’ve been really bad if he pissed off Elliot of all people.

Elliot looks over to Christian, catches his eye, and gestures to José saying, “Well somebody here is really fuckin’ entitled!” He walks over to the bar, shaking out his hand. “I’m going to see about a first aid kit. Will you and Ana be alright?”

Ana wipes at her mouth and asks, “Can- can I have some water?”

“Yeah,” Elliot answers. “Yeah, I got you.”

Christian eases Ana over to the curb and sits them both down, letting her lean on him and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“Should’ve fuckin’ known,” Ana moans in soft despair, putting a hand to her head.

“Known what?” Christian quietly asks.

“That he was just my friend because he wanted sex,” she answers, her breath hitching before she continues in shuddering words, “H-he… he said how would I know I don’t want to if I never did. Said he’d show me how good it can be, even after I said no.”

He swallows as he listens to her weeping on his sleeve. He may not have the exact same experience, but how many times has he been having a fun time with a partner only for them to try to push a romantic agenda? How would he know he doesn’t like dating and hearts and flowers and frilly Valentine’s bullshit if he never tried it? How many women have acted like they know his mind?

Now that he knows the truth about himself, he recoils at being forced to be something he’s not.

And that’s exactly what Ana just went through, just on a different level.

José should thank his lucky stars that Elliot’s the one who knocked him out.

Christian gently squeezes her and says, “Listen to me. Anyone who tells you they know what you want better than you do is not worth your time.”

Ana wetly chuckles at him. “Therapy’s paying off, huh?”

“You could say that,” he answers just as Elliot comes back with an ice pack on his hand, a glass of water, and Kate in tow.

“Found your friend,” Elliot tells Ana as he passes her the water.

“And we called an ambulance just in case…” Kate explains, tipping her head towards José. “Well. This party’s a bust.”

“Could be worse,” Elliot says, shooting Kate a winning grin. “Not every night I get to save a damsel in distress and get a kiss for my troubles.”

“That was on your knuckles!” Kate specifies as she sits down with Ana.

Elliot joins the others on Kate’s free side and says, “Just let me know if I can return the favor.”

Kate rolls her eyes, but she’s giving him a small smile. “Thank you for looking out for Ana.” She then turns to Christian. “Both of you.”

-

Christian runs his hands through his hair and turns away from the door. “This is a mistake.”

“We don’t know that yet,” Ana argues, gently taking his arm and turning him back around. “I promise we can bail if things go pear-shaped. But you owe it to her and you to try.”

He knows she’s right. It’s the same thing Ash said in their last session, try to make amends. What he learned about himself isn’t an excuse, but it is an explanation that might make things easier.

While they’re stood still, Ana takes out her phone and pulls up her clock app. “Why don’t we set a timer?” she suggests. “We can set it for five minutes, see how it goes from there.”

Christian nods as he considers this. Just like scheduling a business meeting. It sets an expectation, one he finds he’s grateful for. “Okay,” he agrees, walking up to the door with her. And then as he steels himself, “Okay.” Then he knocks on the door.

Leila just barely cracks the door open, but when she sees who it is, she throws herself at him. “Master!” she cries. “You’ve come for me!”

Christian carefully holds her back, his hands on her shoulders. “Hello, Leila,” he greets. “I- I think I owe you an explanation.”

Leila goes back down on her feet, her arms curling in front of her chest. “I don’t understand.”

“That- we’re going to talk about that,” Christian says as Ana starts the timer. “But before we do anything else, I want to tell you I’m sorry.”

It was a long and occasionally awkward talk, especially with Leila’s confusion about Ana’s presence there and Christian’s discovery of his aromanticism. But once things got started, Leila became more open to Christian’s side of things and to sharing her own. As it is, she did find love after Christian only for his life to be tragically cut short.

“I’ve just been alone since it happened, wondering why I’m still alive,” she told them before breaking down in a sob.

Ana doesn’t hesitate. She pulls Leila into her arms and rubs her back, letting her cry as much as she needs to. “You don’t have to be alone anymore,” Ana tells her. “You don’t have to do it all by yourself.”

“No, you don’t,” Christian adds. “If you’re okay with having me as a friend, then I’d like to help.”

“That- that might be hard,” Leila admits when she calms down. “Just ‘cause of what we used to be. It’s not your fault; it’s because of what I want right now.”

It makes sense. With everything falling apart, it’s so easy to reach out for what you know. How many times has Christian fallen in that same trap?

“If space is what you need from me, then that’s what I can do,” he agrees with a nod.

“But we’re not just going to leave you hanging,” Ana promises. “We’ll figure something out.”

-

Christian’s phone vibrates in the pattern that indicates he’s receiving a call while he’s in a meeting. He rarely gets calls, only texts for the most part. This is even more worrisome when he sees it’s Ana calling.

“Excuse me, I have to take this,” he tells the board, stepping out of the room.

When he answers, he hears Ana on the other end sniffling softly before she gets out, “There was an accident. Dad’s in the hospital.”

Christian rubs his forehead with his free hand trying to take this in. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his therapy exercises in mind. What he feels is temporary. What matters is what he can do. It’s funny how he can borrow from some of his other activities to get into the right headspace.

Alright. First things first. He tells Ana, “Give me one moment. I'm at work, but I'll be right back.” He puts her on hold, opens the door to the conference room, and says, “I’m sorry, I’ve got a family emergency. We’ll have to take this up at another time.”

He doesn’t even wait to reschedule. He takes Ana off hold. “Can you drop your location?” he asks as he briskly walks down the hall. “I can be there right away.”

“You don’t have to do that, I just wanted to talk to you.”

“I don’t have to, but I can,” he says, though he does turn his walking to a slow pacing until he gets more definite info. “Do you want me to be there? Or do you want to just talk to me like this?”

“Ah, actually, if you can come? I’ll drop my location now.”

-

Ana gives Christian a hug like a vice when he reaches her.

“They said Dad might not be able to walk again,” she sobs. “I don’t- I don’t know what we’re going to do.”

“You don’t have to do it alone,” he tells her. “And you don’t have to figure it out right now.”

Ana nods against his shoulder. “You’re right. You’re right. It’s just-” But she lets the words fall away.

Christian nods as he rubs her back and strokes her hair, holding her just as tight. “It is. It really is. How’s he doing otherwise?”

Ana pulls back just a little bit and wipes at her eye with the heel of her hand. “He’s been sleeping on and off. That’s mostly the pain meds. I think. I hope.” She leans on him again. “Thank you for being here, Christian.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he says. “It’s what I should do.”

She cries a little bit more before saying, “You’re my best friend.”

He can’t remember the last time anyone’s said he’s their best friend. He can’t even remember the last time anyone said he’s their friend. Ana has certainly implied they’re friends, but to hear it like this both makes his heart soar at this realized love and pierces it to see her in pain. He swallows around the lump in his throat and says, “You’re my best friend, too.”

-

“Mr. Steele?”

Ray blearily looks up at Christian from his hospital bed. “Mr. Grey,” he weakly responds. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Christian gives him a wry laugh. It’s no wonder Ana loves Ray as her own father. It reminds him of his bond with his own family. Stepdad and adoption are not dirty words in Christian’s mind.

“Ana’s going to get a shower and a fresh change of clothes,” Christian says. “So while she’s gone, I thought I might talk to you about what I can do to help.”

Ray eyes Christian and tells him, “This isn’t a charity case.”

Christian raises a hand. “It’s not,” he agrees. “Ana’s made it clear in the past that she doesn’t want extravagant gifts. I’m not here to offer money. But with that said, I don’t want my best friend’s father to lose any semblance of life because he’s drowning in medical debt.”

Ray is silent at that, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

It’s all so much. Christian moves the chair in the room closer to the bed and sits down next to Ray. “Mr. Steele, if you’d like any of my lawyers to look over your hospital bills and negotiate them to something reasonable, all you have to do is say the word.”

He makes a wheezing sort of laugh. “That does sound like a reasonable step down from medical bills paid in full.”

“We can talk about it again once you’re discharged,” Christian says. “Let you have the sticker shock first.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to die?” Ray jokes.

Christian gives him a sincere laugh at that. “Ana would kill me if I did that.”

Ray laughs again. Then, “Christian, can you do something for me?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you get me a pack of cards from the hospital gift shop?” he asks. “It’d be nice to play cards.”

“Are you sure you want to play cards with me?” Christian asks in return.

“I won’t feel bad about you paying for my hospital bills if it’s out of my winnings.”

Christian gets to his feet again and says, “Okay, but you’re going to be the one to tell Ana when you lose.”

“Big words, but let’s see you back ‘em up!”

-

Christian thought he would feel weird being in a wedding party, but what was he going to do? Tell Elliot, “Sorry, beloved brother of mine, I will NOT be the best man at your wedding to the woman of your dreams?” That wasn’t going to happen.

But sometimes the universe works things out in unexpected ways.

Christian walks Ana down the aisle, a green flower pinned on his lapel and a purple flower pinned on her maid of honor dress. Their own little inside joke about their different pride colors with a shared shade of grey.

(“Make sure yours isn’t a carnation,” Ana told him. “A green carnation means something else.”

Christian rolled his eyes at her. “Ana, I’m aware. Though come to think of it, maybe I should consider what men might have to offer.”

Ana shrugged and said, “Couldn’t hurt!”)

Ana goes to stand for Kate, Christian goes to stand for Elliot, and the two know this is where they’re meant to be.

-

“Christian!” Ray calls. “Can you help clear a path to the bar?”

“I got you,” Christian answers, moving some chairs out of the way in the reception hall so Ray can wheel his chair over to get a drink. “Shout if you need anything else.”

Ray waves off his concern. “I’ll let you know if I need a drinking buddy.”

Christian shakes his head fondly before looking out at the dance floor. Ana and the other bridemaids are having fun, but he sees José approaching. Christian starts heading there, but just as he does Ana puts a hand out to stop José. Some kind of conversation happens that he can’t hear over the music, but it’s clear enough that José’s been shot down. Apparently, he knows enough not to make a scene at the wedding. (Why he was invited Christian’s not sure he’ll ever know.)

“So, what’s with the green flower?” he hears someone ask behind him.

He turns around to find a gorgeous blonde he swears he’s seen before. Someone who works for the family? He thinks her name might be Gretchen.

It’s odd, but Ana told him the desire to just out himself sometimes comes with realizing your orientation. That depending on what’s going on or where you are you might end up outing yourself to complete strangers you never plan on meeting again. And, well, she did ask.

“I’m aromantic,” he answers. He then shrugs. “Seems kind of odd that I’d be at a wedding considering that, but here I am.”

She looks a bit bemused but also intrigued. Might be the looks. He’s never been blind to being considered handsome, especially in the moments when a woman is expecting him to be the dashing romance novel hero. “What is aromantic?”

He gives her the general spiel, trying to keep it brief. But now that he knows, it’s so easy to talk about it. It’s so easy to be himself.

“So you’re into sex but not romance?” Gretchen sums up.

“Basically,” he agrees. “I know, it sounds cold.”

Gretchen takes a sip from her flute of champagne before shrugging. “I don’t know about that. As long as everybody knows what they’re getting into, I don’t see the problem with it. To be honest, I’ve never been overly fussed about romance myself.”

“Is that so?” Christian asks.

Gretchen nods. “I don’t know if I’m aromantic, but I can understand it. Sometimes it’s nice to have a friend with benefits.”

Christian decides to take a chance. He leans closer to Gretchen and whispers, “Do the benefits include rope and blindfolds?”

Gretchen gives him the come hither eyes and whispers back, “You’re speaking my language, Mr. Grey.”

“Call me Christian,” Christian says. “Want to go somewhere after this?”

Gretchen smiles, dazzling in her eagerness. “I’ll be there with handcuffs on.”

#why did I write this? why was this in my head? #I have improved this terrible book series by removing all the sex #and giving Christian therapy #I'm not even kidding in the movie Ana feels ace and Christian feels aro #disclaimer: I've never read the books and I've only seen the first movie #everything else I know is from reviews #we can't even call this fanfiction because I'm not a fan #though I guess I am a fan of the reviews #I ain't gonna put this on my ao3 are you kidding me?

[blooming-violets]

Soooo my break started, my exams mmmmm we're not going to talk about it, i feel like shit, i think i have depression (i'm actually pretty sure but i dont want to diagnose myself because well...i'm not a therapist or psychiatrist so..) but i can't find a fucking therapist because my health insurence it's meh so if i find a good thereapis or a) they're not compatible with my schechule or b) they're not good therapist. (Sorry if i dump all my shit but i don't really have anyone to talk about this)

But yeah, how are you katie? I didn't answer you the other time but i read that you quit your job, i'm really happy for u i hope life it's treating u better and that we can also interact more.💕💕💕💕💕

-🌸

I know people are all picky about self diagnosing but if it's something like depression, in this day and age, and you feel like absolutely shit all the time...then just assume that you probably have it. I don't see a problem with that at all. If it feels like you have, you probably have it. Trust your body. It tells you when it's not working properly.

Finding a therapist is awful. I've actually been trying to start finding a new one. I've been with my current one for over three years now. I really like her but the past few months she's been kinda slipping on some stuff (like showing up thirty minutes late to our appointment and then talking about herself the whole time). I think I did all I could with her and I'd like a new person to start fresh with. Except that I started googling for therapist in my area that deal with what I need and they don't take my shitty insurance and are over $100 per session without it. I can't afford that lifestyle. Everyone is also super booked out. It's like a fight to the death to try and grab a good therapist within your budget. I understand the struggle. THEN if you do finally get one, if they turn out to suck ass, you have to start the process over again. It's so draining. Especially when you're already depressed. Us depressed bitches don't have the energy for that kind of thing! I get it! I'm right there with you <3 I'll give you free therapy. I'm a psychology major college dropout...that's close enough, right??

And don't ever worry about talking about your problems with me. It's literally my favorite thing to do. I love oversharing and talking about mental health with other people. I'll listen to people's issues all day long. That's my jam.

#asks #🌸 anon