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okeyyyy!

but we need a Grid Kids that maybe y/n and seb were in an car accidente (and y/n took the worst of it) and now the roles are reversed, now they are gonna take care of them

Loving this series so much

Grid Kids: UNO Reverse Card

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: the roles are reversed when disaster strikes and your grid kids make it their duty to take care of you

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The rain is pouring down and the paddock is filled with the usual organized chaos accompanying a wet race. The garages are lively with the sounds of mechanics tuning engines, engineers going over data, and drivers preparing for the race.

Suddenly, a deafening silence descends as a member of the Aston Martin team rushes in, face pale and voice shaking, “There’s been an accident. It’s Sebastian and Y/N.”

The news spreads like wildfire. The paddock, usually filled with the roars of engines and excited chatter, is now eerily quiet. Your grid kids, upon hearing the news, rush to find out more details, their faces masks of concern.

A shaky video from a fan’s phone plays on loop on their screens, showing the aftermath of a devastating collision. Your car is almost unrecognizable, crushed, with the driver’s side visibly less damaged.

George, having seen the video, collapses onto a nearby chair, tears streaming down his face. “This can’t be happening,” he whispers.

Lando, usually the life of the party, stands frozen, disbelief evident in his eyes. Mick, face ashen, tries to make calls to get more information while Lance rushes to find his father to find out if the team has heard anything more.

***

Soon, details emerge that you bore the brunt of the impact and your condition is critical while Sebastian, though injured, is stable. The helicopter is already airlifting you to the nearest hospital.

As the severity of the situation sinks in, your grid kids, in an unprecedented move, gather together for an emergency meeting. The weight of the decision is clear in their eyes.

After what feels like an eternity, Charles stands up, his voice firm yet choked with emotion, “We’re pulling out. We can’t race knowing Y/N is fighting for her life. We need to be there for her, just like she’s always been there for us.”

The decision is unanimous. One by one, they all agree. Telling their teams and the FIA descends the paddock into even more chaos.

***

The hospital waiting room is filled with a mix of team colors. Red from Ferrari, orange from McLaren, deep blue from Red Bull, green from Aston Martin, white from Haas, and black from Mercedes. The fierce rivalry that usually defines race weekends is nowhere to be seen. Instead, they’re united in their concern for you.

Sebastian, despite his injuries, is by your bedside, holding your hand, praying silently for a miracle.

As the hours drag on, the grid kids take turns sitting by your side, sharing stories, hoping their voices provide some comfort, even in your unconscious state.

Mick, teary-eyed, recalls, “Remember when I missed my dad? You were there for me.”

Lando adds, “And when I just wanted milk? You welcomed me like family.”

Charles, voice filled with emotion, says, “We’re here now, for you, just like you’ve always been for us.”

***

As night turns into dawn, there’s a shift. Your vitals start stabilizing and the worst seems to be over. The relief is palpable as the somber mood hanging over your family fades away.

Sebastian, tears of gratitude in his eyes, thanks each one of them. “She’s strong, and with all of you here, I knew she’d find a way to fight through.”

***

A week has passed since the accident and you’re now firmly in the recovery phase. The room is overflowing with flowers, cards, and quirky gifts — each one a symbol of just how much you mean to the racing community.

As you slowly regain consciousness, groggy from the medication, the first thing you spot is a balloon, bobbing near the ceiling, with the words “Speedy Recovery!” It has a little caricature of you in a race car with your cat (in a tiny sweater) on your shoulder. Another one reads, “Get back on track soon!”

Mick enters the room with a tray, “Look who’s awake! I made you my special recovery smoothie. Okay, it’s mostly chocolate ... but it’s the thought that counts.”

Charles follows, holding a peculiar-looking teddy bear dressed in a racing suit. “Meet Racy. He’s going to keep you company. We tried to smuggle Speedy in under our hoodies but got caught so this is the next best thing.”

Lando waltzes in, proudly holding up a t-shirt with “I survived a car crash and all I got was this lousy t-shirt” printed on it.

Max pops his head around the door, holding a full-sized F1 helmet, “You better wear this the next time you get in a car.”

George, with his trademark smile, presents a plush safety car. “To keep you safe and sound, always.”

Lance, trying to contain his grin, brings in a steering wheel cushion. “For those moments when you feel the need to take control of your recovery.”

You can’t help but chuckle at their antics. “You guys ... always know how to lighten the mood.”

Sebastian, holding your hand, grins, “They’ve been brainstorming ways to cheer you up nonstop for days now.”

***

Determined to keep things positive, your grid kids rally together for a surprise. As the evening descends, they transform your room into a mini-movie theater. They even managed to sneak in a projector.

The movie choice? “Cars” of course.

Lance, armed with a bucket of popcorn, declares, “I mean, if we can’t race real cars today, might as well watch animated ones!”

Mick dims the lights and George hits play. As the familiar sounds of the movie fill the room, everyone settles in ready for a night of laughter.

***

It doesn’t take long for the grid kids to turn the movie night into their own commentary session.

As Lightning McQueen races across the screen, Max quips, “I think I could’ve taken that turn better.”

Lando, laughing, chimes in, “And Mater reminds me of Charles after a few too many energy drinks.”

Charles feigns outrage, “That’s unfair! I’m at least 10 percent more sophisticated than Mater.”

You, through bouts of laughter, shake your head, “Honestly, I can’t decide what's better, the movie or your commentary? You guys might have a future on a broadcast somewhere if this whole racing thing doesn’t work out.”

As the credits roll, Sebastian whispers, “This is exactly the medicine you needed.”

Your grid kids truly make the day memorable, proving that through thick and thin, family — in whatever form it may take — is everything.

***

The sun is high and the paddock is buzzing with energy as preparations for the upcoming race are in full swing. As you and Sebastian approach, there’s a sudden almost comedic halt in activity. It’s as if someone hit the pause button on a remote. Everyone turns to face you, jaws dropped.

Lance feigns fainting, “Is it a mirage? Or has our beloved Y/N truly graced us with her presence?”

Max approaches with an exaggerated limp, mimicking you, “Thought I’d get into the spirit of things,” he says with a smirk.

George emerges from the crowd holding a makeshift red carpet (it’s just a red towel he stole from Ferrari), rolling it out in front of you. “For our returning queen,” he declares with a bow.

Charles and Lando appear, each holding one end of a “Welcome Back” banner. You try to turn your head to read it … they accidentally held it upside down.

You’re trying hard to hold back tears of laughter. “You guys are impossible,” you manage to say between your chuckles.

Mick, with a gentle smile, approaches holding a small framed photo. It’s of you surrounded by all your grid kids, taken during a race earlier in the season, with the inscription “Family, Always.”

Touched by the gesture, you softly say, “Thank you so much, Mick. This means a lot.”

“You’ve always been there for us,” he replies. “It’s only right that we’re here for you.”

Sebastian, wrapping an arm around you, adds with a grin, “I think they missed you.”

You really loved your grid kids.

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infernal - terzo x f!reader - part four

art by the amazing @piaart!!

author’s note: HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY @angellayercake!! GO TELL HER HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

so sorry for the delay on this haha. i've been wrestling with this for a while but i'm pretty happy with it now! it is about 4.4k words. part one/two/three. ao3 linky.

Terzo’s house is different at night. The lights are dim and the shadows are long, every long, creaking corridor seemingly ending in a black void. You’ve never been here this late. In fact, you can’t remember what you were just doing… why are you working late? The hardwood floor rasps beneath your shoes as you turn a corner and see him inside the room at the end of the hallway, sprawled out across a plush purple couch. Terzo immediately perks up at the sight of you, propping himself on his elbows, the usual lop-sided grin sitting handsomely on his face. You feel like you float to him and you’re suddenly standing next to the couch, hovering over him. One of his hands crawls up your waist and then loops his arm around you to pull you down on top of him. It’s much more forward than the careful dance the two of you have been doing since the couch incident. You struggle to breathe in his lap, his hands firmly planted on your waist as he leans up to level his eyes with yours.

“This is what you want, si?” He purrs, his hands snaking up your back to hold you close to him, his face an inch away from you. His paint is sharp, more sharp than usual, and he feels hot to the touch, his fingers nearly burning through your shirt. Your heart flutters and you gasp, your mouth dropping open as his stuttered breath hits your lips. “You like me. You want me. You’ve wanted me from the start, haven’t you, puffetta?” You’ve heard him growl before but not like this, not in a low hum that sends a shiver down your spine. Words fail you but you manage to nod. And nod. And nod again before his large hand grabs the back of your head, his fingers knotting in your hair. You nearly moan in anticipation, wanting and needing this so badly, his lips just about to touch yours — so close to finally tasting him.

Instead, you wake up in a cold sweat, your fingers dug into the sheets and drool on your pillow. Your panting and your cheeks are flushed but you slowly start to cool off once you rip the comforter off of you, throwing it to the ground in frustration. Mostly frustration at yourself for continuing to watch videos of your boss performing. You can’t help it. Terzo let you in. He invited you to sit beside him and take a peak into his world. The memorabilia makes sense now, the posters, the photographs, the everything.

And you want to know more.

“Ah, it is really… coming along, eh?” Terzo sounds so sleepy, brushing the hair out of his eyes and gazing out of the kitchen window while his hip rests against the counter. You take a moment to look up from your laptop and out the window as well, silently taking in the improvements that have been made under your care. The grass is a lush green, a hammock underneath the only tree in the yard, now trimmed and shaped to actually resemble one. A patio with a stylish dark grey conversation set beneath a hardtop gazebo is just to the left of the window, nestled in a corner of the yard. The garden still needs some work but there are two small raised beds in the back corner, where the sun shines the most, and a few spots already reserved for jalapeno peppers at Terzo’s insistence. You turn back to look at him, unable to fight off the blush that rises to your cheeks.

“Do you like it?” There’s a lilt in your voice, lips pulling into a small smile. It makes him melt a little bit.

“Si, yes. It is much nicer than it was before…” He trails off as he slinks closer to you only to keep his gaze settled on the yard. “We must have spritz’s outside one of these nights.”

“Spritz?”

“Ehhh, it’s like rosso arancio — orangey **drink with ice cubes and, uhhhh, ah! Served in a wine glass.” His mannerisms make you smile even more. You feel like a fool and you’re sure you look like one but you can’t help it. Your dream intensified your feelings, making it nearly impossible to hide them at this point. Is it so bad? To have a crush on your weird, retired-rockstar boss?

“Oh, like in White Lotus?” You rest your chin on your hands and flutter your eyes at him. Terzo flashes a bright smile but you can see in his eyes that he has no idea what you’re talking about. Silence lingers with him hovering just above you, your eyes locked. The moment is interrupted by the buzzing of your phone. “Oh shit, the landscaper!” You grab your phone and hurry out of the kitchen and toward the backyard.

Terzo keeps his eyes on the yard, slipping his hands in his robe pockets as he waits for you to appear. You caught him off guard this morning, your dreamlike gaze and easy smile making it impossible for him to be anything other than endeared to you. He’s almost relieved for the interruption because of how close he was to breaking the tension, wanting nothing more than to shove his fingers down your throat and watch those bright eyes widen with shock. You come into view with the landscaper trailing behind you, looking over your shoulder with a smile as you use your hand to sweep across the landscape with your finger ending up pointing to some brush that needs to be cleared. Terzo has spent so much time just watching you operate and he hasn’t tired of it, which is a feat due to his relatively short attention span. In fact, he doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of it.

You’re a natural with people. You always have a cheery smile, a nice greeting and some banter to lighten things up. He’s been so shut-in, his only company either you or his own voice, that watching genuine human interaction makes him swoon hard for you. His mind drifts to the times when he used to be social and how it used to fuel him, how it used to keep him going even after his Papacy fell apart.

What fuels him now? His gaze falls to where you had been sitting and his attention is immediately captured. You left you laptop open.

Terzo has always been nosy, even during his days at the Abbey. He can’t help but allow his eyes to focus on your email inbox that you foolishly left open. How many secrets could be in your inbox? What could he find out about you through what’s there? Terzo resists. He truly does for a split second. But he just cannot help himself. He slinks into the wooden kitchen chair you are set up at and pulls his glasses out from his robe pocket. He clicks on the first thing he sees: Banana Republic and is disappointed that it is only clothes. One of the male models catches his attention, though.

His outfit, specifically. A henley and a cardigan, matched tastefully with a pair of sweatpants. Terzo wonders if this is the kind of style you like. He pulls out his phone and opens the Banana Republic website but freezes when he hears faint footsteps. Terzo scrambles out of your chair, only to settle close by, leaning against a nearby wall and pretending to be hopelessly distracted by his phone (aka, staring at cardigans).

You enter the kitchen and can’t help by eye him suspiciously, the look on his face perhaps just a bit too aloof. He keeps scrolling lazily and starts to lean backward, all too aware of your gaze. It lingers for a moment before you sit back down, knitting your brows together at the email open on your screen. Then, you see that it’s up to 50% off all items which could be combined with clearance items and you’re clicking the link, getting lost in the undeniable pull of online shopping. Terzo gives a dramatic huff and leaves the room, desperately trying to hide how tickled he is.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, unable to hide a grimace. This is silly. Today is date day. You ended up texting Dylan. How could you not? Something you’ve longed for since you were a girl was offered up to you on a silver platter. So — why aren’t you more excited? Instead, Terzo is on the mind. It feels like he’s consumed your whole life as of late, spending your days in his home working for him and now he’s seeped into your home time. You haven’t allowed yourself to fully go down the rabbit hole, sticking only with the videos he had shown you in his home despite your YouTube recommendations now being full of him but also… other videos of different singers and musicians under the same band name. Of course, you couldn’t ask despite your curiosity — it’s obviously something of a sore subject and he’s only just started opening up to you more about that time of his life. The last thing you want to do is press him on something so personal and painful to him.

But now you have to live with this knowledge.

You try to push the thought from the forefront of you mind, instead focusing on yourself in the mirror again. A black shift dress hugs your figure and you have your red scarf, your favorite scarf, loose around your neck. How are you supposed to dress for this occasion? A date after work? It’s impossible to put together an appropriate outfit for both. But also — who are you kidding? The idea of Terzo seeing you in a dress has you anxious in more ways than one. No one needs an excuse to wear a dress but for some reason you feel guilty. Guilty that this dress isn’t for him. Maybe… a little bit disappointed, too. But you should give Dylan a shot, right?

“Right?” Oh, you are anxious.

Something catches your eye in your mirror, your gaze slowly trailing toward it. Your red scarf. You hum in thought for a moment and then turn to snatch it off your dresser, quickly looping it around your neck. Immediate relief washes over you, something about the scarf soothing your nerves. Could be because it makes you think of the way warm knuckles brushed along your cool neck. A shiver runs down your spine and your cheeks flush from the thought. Fuck. You have to pull yourself together. Time to focus on work, on getting shit done to distract yourself from… well everything.

Meanwhile, Terzo is having a similar time looking at himself in disbelief. It’s the most put together he’s tried to be since his days as Papa. He sits on the edge of his bed, one hand on each knee, his toes tapping on the ground in front of him. The amount of thought that has gone into this outfit is silly, even though he basically bought exactly what the model was wearing. Now his thoughts have turned to how should he be sitting when you arrive? See? It’s silly*.* He almost ashamed of how **you’ve wormed your way into his cold, broken heart **when **that was not his plan. You’re supposed to be obsessed with him, waiting on him hand and foot while kissing the ground he walks on. Instead he’s fallen for you. How embarrassing. But how could it have been avoided?

Terzo rests his palms on either side of his bed as he leans back and spreads his legs, sharp eyes examining his position for a beat. Too forward? An amused grin flickers across his face at the thought of you reacting to him like this. Definitely too forward. He tilts his head and adjusts himself with care, back straightening out and he crosses his legs. Closer but not quite. Terzo stares at his own reflection, admiring his paint for the day. Every time he sees himself he wonders why he still applies it everyday. Perhaps it’s a comfort thing, makes him feel like he’s important again. Like he’s Papa.

He wonders if he’ll ever hear you call him that.

Terzo takes a deep breath and exhales with a rumble, his eyes falling shut. You would do anything he asked, wouldn’t you? His mouth splits into a grin as he runs his slender fingers through his hair. Eyes open slowly, gaze focusing on his reflection. Strands of hair had fallen into his face and his head overall looking stylishly unkempt. More giggles.

Perfect.

Some mornings it’s like you blink and you’re at Terzo’s home. Not this morning. You are hyper aware of every stoplight, every Dunkin Donuts as your commute drags out to the second. Too much alone time with your overactive brain plotting out kind of every situation where something could go wrong with the date or work today and coming up with attack plan after attack plan to fix the issue. Not fun. After what feels like an eternity, you pull through the eerie wrought iron gate and travel down the long, tree lined driveway. Tension fills your chest as you come to a slow stop. It’s just one weird day that you have to get through.

You got this.

Terzo is already in the foyer by the time you walk through the door which is unlike him, usually spending most mornings in bed or somewhere else dark and comfy until he can no longer tolerate his caffeine withdrawal headache. He’s balancing his coffee cup on his thigh, one hand resting behind his head while the other scrolls through his phone. Your feet come to a stop, blinking a few times to ensure what you’re seeing is real, having never seen him this clothed before*.* He’s still in sweatpants but they taper down to his ankles and he’s wearing a pair of moccasins, his hair expertly tousled and reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He’s wearing a white henley that is artfully unbuttoned to expose his thick chest hair and a cozy navy blue cardigan draped over his slinky shoulders. Only his eyes are painted — giving you the chance to finally see his bare face, smooth olive skin wrinkled with age. You stare at him silently. He looks like he’s come directly out of a magazine. Terzo head tilts to face you, his eyes still focused on his phone until they unhurriedly drag away from the screen to settle on you.

“Ammazza…” The word is an impassioned whisper. He’s stunned, eyes wide as he looks over your figure with such a deliberate slowness it makes your cheeks burn. Dark eyes settle on your scarf, a smirk tugging on his lips, then his gaze flickers to meet yours. He rises from his seat, one hand clumsily snatching his coffee from his lap to stop himself from spilling, trying to hide his clumsiness with a cough. “Buongiorno mio toppolino… eh, you are wearing a dress?”

“I am. You’re wearing a cardigan.”

“I am.” Terzo purrs and slinks closer to you as he slips his phone into his cardigan pocket. His clumsiness is now replaced by that irresistible lazy swagger you are so familiar with. He lets his eyes wander again, tilting his head while regarding you. You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest but it’s impossible to hide the blush that creeps up your cheeks. “I do not think I can let you start work without a dance, not when you are wearing such a beautiful dress, puffetta.” There’s an undeniable heat in his words. It’s too early for this.

“It’s too early for this, Terzo.” You huff as you avert his eyes, a desperate attempt to not fall under his spell.

“Come now… I don’t want to pull the “boss” card but, eh…?” He sets his coffee down on the table as his other arm brazenly snakes around your waist. Your face is fully red now and your brain is in a deep state of fart but you manage to move with him. This is the exact opposite of what you wanted for today but you find your stress slipping away to focus on the warmth of his fingers from having held his mug of coffee. He guides your hand to his chest then slips his bare hand along your other arm until he laces his fingers in yours and raises them to lead the way. Terzo is taller than you, not by much but he still looms over you, those piercing eyes never leaving yours. He starts to slowly sway to imaginary music as your cheeks burn, your chest impossibly warm but you start to loosen up, especially as his movements grow more fluid. “There is always time for a little dance, eh?” Terzo leans in close enough that you can feel his warm breath on your lips then rests his cheek against your temple with a hum.

And you thought cuddling on the couch was intimate. You feel every inhale and exhale, his humming gradually growing stronger in your ear. His cool lips and warm breath giving you goosebumps. Cirice. You recognize it from your be various videos you’ve watched but bite your tongue and enjoy him. This may not be a stage in front of thousands of people but it definitely feels like a demonstration of some kind. Or he could just be pushing the boundary like the creeper he is and you’re eating. it. up. The last time you slow danced was at your senior prom with your date who was on probation — unbeknownst to you at the time he asked you. Somehow this is far less awkward than that. His arm around your waist starts to shift upward, his large hand pressing up your back. He lifts his head but is still only a breath away, his smile lines deep as his gaze meets yours. Your heart stirs in your chest, air caught in your lungs but before you get swept up in the moment he changes the tone.

Terzo starts singing, more energetic and loud as he leads you from the foyer into the den. You nearly trip over yourself when he twirls you, picking up the pace to be more jaunty, more goofy. But even with the fun movements you are extremely aware of his hand on the small of your back, fingertips pressing against you every so often. He’s smiling so wide that it makes it hard for you to hold it together. All of your worries about the day are gone, though — replaced by being completely entranced by him. You know just how special this song is to him, the moments he had on stage with fans, holding their hands and kissing their knuckles. And now he has you in his arms.

“I am going to dip you now.”

“You’re going to wha--?!” You squeal as he dips you, your hand frantically gripping onto his shoulder. He doesn’t drop you though, instead pulling you back to your feet with his toned arms curling around your back. You stop breathing, your chests touching and a strand of his hair brushing against your forehead from how close the two of you are.

“Mm… you are a good dance partner, you know? Easy to lead.” Is he trying to kill you today? Terzo gives you some space but still sways with you, the dance feeling more like… more like standing very close to one another waiting for something to happen. “You spoiled me today with wearing this dress.”

And a punch to your gut. Extreme guilt builds inside you and you can’t stop the distress from being all over your face.

“Oh…oh, puffetta, I am sorry, am I making you uncomfortable or—?” You cut him off with a sigh and take a step away from him, your eyes closing to give yourself time to collect your feelings while his arms fall from around you.

“No, I’m sorry. Ugh, this is so weird. I’m… I have a date after work today. So that’s what the dress is for.” There is no air in your lungs. Everything is so strained. “But you… this…” A flutter in your chest. “I like it. I’m… sorry this dress isn’t for you.” Do you even need to be apologizing? The answer would be no if it was anyone else other than him.

His face is stone cold, so different than the joy that had radiated from him just moments ago. The smile is gone and his brows are furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. You think you’re going to, ummm, die? All you can do is stare back at him, eyes incredibly wide and worry etched across your face. What is he thinking? Why is he taking so long?

One of Terzo’s hands lunges forward and grabs you by the back of your neck, his thumb pressed hard right below your ear. A surprised yelp, grasping for his sleeve and his shirt as his grip on you only tightens. His lips crush against your mouth, tongue forcing it’s way inside. He tastes like spiced coffee. The kiss is ferocious, you feel like you’re disappearing into it, mind blank but fingers digging into the fabric of his cardigan. Terzo’s teeth graze your bottom lip as he pulls away, a fiery look in his eyes.

“Do not forget who you belong too.” A low, vicious growl with bared teeth, pointed fangs glistening in the morning light. He uses his strength to push you down to your knees by your neck, your legs now trembling beneath. Speechless, you can’t look away from him now. Silence stretches between you. And then… he leaves and doesn’t spare you another glance.

You think you are broken. There’s an ache, a primal ache between your legs that burns hotter than you’ve ever felt before. Your skin is on fire, your cheeks burning and numb. What the fuck? He kissed you. Your boss kissed you and then spoke to you as if you are his possession. And it makes you want him more than ever before.

How are you going to be able to think about anything else?

Lucky for you, Terzo is MIA for the rest of the day.

You work as if he is standing over you, watching your every move. You don’t want to disappoint him, not now. Not after he kissed you. But the date. Dylan. Oh, Dylan. Caught in the middle of something there is no way he will ever understand. You hover in your text chat with him a few times with intent to cancel on him… but you can’t. He’s the one who got away, the one who you pined for like an idiot throughout half your life. This date could close that book. Or it could be the prologue. You won’t know unless you follow through.

The end of the day rolls around and you can’t help but pause in the foyer on your way out. Your chest tightens. Such a pleasant start to the day only to spiral out of control. You’re almost happy he kissed you before you were able to tell him that your date was picking you up from his house. The front porch creaks beneath your feet, the rotting wood the focus of your work today. Dylan is already there, leaning against his car and he gives you a big wave. You smile and wave back, light on your feet as you head toward him.

“Ma che cazzo…?” Terzo stares in disbelief, watching from his bedroom window as your date opens the passenger side door for you. Rage boils up within him, his hands clutching at the hem of his cardigan. A ceiling light POPS! behind him, green electricity illuminates the room but only for a second. Flames light up the bottom of the curtains, slowly eating away at them until they are completely engulfed. He’s too angry to care. The shy smile you gave your date eats him up inside, churning his stomach and making his nerves spark. The car fades from view and he unleashes an anguished scream as his hands seemingly grow claws, tearing and ripping the cardigan he had so carefully styled that morning. He doesn’t stop until he’s shirtless and surrounded by shreds of fabric. A sloppy wave of his hand somehow extinguishes the flames, leaving him in his room in the dark.

The nerve of you. To flirt, to giggle, to flutter your beautiful, delicate eyelashes at him while entertaining the idea of another man in your mind. A whore for attention, aren’t you? Pain in his chest. He shouldn’t call you a whore. You don’t deserve that. But it hurts, puffetta. Is it because he slacked off? Or that he had gone soft on you? Terzo groans as he sits on his bed, lasting less than a second before he flops onto the mattress and sinks into the mess of covers. He has been too soft, fucking twirling you around the foyer like a lovesick puppy. A romantic at heart always, eh? It was worth it — seeing you smile and blush gives him life, a reason to wake up the next morning because he has nothing else to do. You’ve made this shithole the Ministry saddled him with into a place that actually makes him feel at home. So… maybe he could be somewhat lenient with your punishment.

Electricity crackles in his bones. He is going to spend the rest of the night here, he thinks, casting a glance at his ancient alarm clock. 5:30pm. What else could possibly get him out of bed at this point? Terzo huffs and swings one of his legs over his body to lazily roll over, dragging the covers along with him to successfully burrito himself with a scoff. Another instance in which someone stole the spotlight from him. At least this time it isn’t his decrepit father. He breaks into a wild chuckle.

That would be fucked.

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milkyhub · 2 years

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— [ KAZUHA AND HIS LITTLE STEPSIS ] +18

♡⃕ anon req. smth with kazu’s pretty little stepsis who does everything with him and listens to everything he says <3 they love each other so much, enough for her to ask him to take her virginity, and he does. praise and maybe size kink included? have a great day/night <3

♡⃕ note. but ofc 🥺 enjoy!! like and rb are appreciated!! <3 asks open for more reqs and thirsts! mdni, dark content ahead!! block if u don't like this type of content!!

♡⃕ cw. dom! kazuha, modern au, stepcest, masturbation, he's a perv, slight corruption kink, size kink, praising kink, unprotected sex, calls u baby once, slight possessive behavior, hint of breeding kink???, not proofread.

♡⃕ pd. this is one of the asks requested on my other account @itzbwmbi, currently shadowbanned. im using this one since it seems that the problem is not getting solved anytime soon. sorry for the inconveniences and the sudden change of accs.

stepbro!kazuha who from the day he started living with you swore to protect you from everything and fulfill all your wishes. you were so small and cute that he couldn't refuse anything you asked for, even if your whims were worth half his savings. your parents were so proud of your good relationship, leaving the care work to kazuha when they had to go out. in addition, with him you'd tell that you had a better time.

stepbro!kazuha who no matter how many years passed, he was always going to treat you the same, like his dear little sister. he'd do everything you wanted, whether it be watching a series together, playing video games, going out for a walk. anything you ask for, he'd have it done in less than a second, and all because of how much he loves and appreciates his sweet stepsis.

stepbro!kazuha who maybe loves you a little bit more than he should. now that you have grown up, he's realized how beautiful you truly are. you were literally so hot that his prying eyes kept roaming your body every time you turned around.

stepbro!kazuha who you show all your new dresses to, making it difficult for him to maintain eye contact when the clothes are too tight, making your curves and that nice ass more visible. he always has to look away, cheeks turning pink as his mind keeps looping over the image of your body in that short dress, wondering what's under it.

stepbro!kazuha who jerks off in his room thinking about his innocent little sister. feels so dirty and guilty but he can't help it :( he pumps his cock up and down imagining it was your tight little pussy instead of his hand. he knows that you are a good and innocent girl, and you have never thought anything obscene about anyone, and a great feeling of remorse surrounds him when he looks at you the next day.

“if you only knew the things i think of you...”

stepbro!kazuha who knows for a fact that you've never done anything sexual. knows that you are still a pure and clean-minded girl, not like him. and he wants it to be that way for a long time. the simple fact of thinking that another boy could steal that innocence fills him with rage and helplessness. you're his little sister, no one has the right to steal anything from you, except himself.

stepbro!kazuha whose eyes can not believe that one night you silently appeared in his bedroom, tears rolling down your reddish cheeks while you try to drown your sobs with the back of your hand. he's so surprised that he just watches your movements as you crawl over to his bed until you lie next to him. it doesn't take long for him to open his arms and give you a space on his chest to rest your head there, stroking your hair once you're positioned over him. you hug your stepbrother tightly, flatly refusing to look at him as you shyly whimper the next few words.

“please help me stop being a virgin. i want you to fuck me, please, kazu...”

you can't see it, but kazuha's eyes instantly light up and his heart seems to stop for a second, his breathing becoming erratic as he processes your words. he has many questions about it — why do you care so much about losing your virginity? why have you chosen him, your stepbrother, instead of any other boy? despite all his doubts, the answer that comes out of his mouth is clear and firm. “i'll help you. but you have to be quiet, 'kay? or they'll hear us and we'll have a big problem.”

you thought he was goingto refuse, and now that the opposite has happened, terror fills your body. this is wrong, so wrong, it's your own stepbrother, it's his bed, and your parents are at home, sleeping in their room. as you think of all the possible bad endings, you don't realize that kazuha has changed positions, and now his figure is on top of you, his hands on the sides of your head supporting his weight so as not to hurt you, slowly lowering himself to join his lips with yours for the first time, moving them desperately as if he's been wanting this for a long time.

stepbro!kazuha who gently pushes your panties aside, his long fingers brushing against your pussy making you shudder and hiss. unable to wait any longer, he takes his cock in his hand and pumps it a couple of times before lining it right up against your wet entrance. “i'll go slowly. tell me when you want me to stop.” his cock is huge at your eyes, so big you think it won't fit. you squeeze your eyes shut as the tip of his hard cock begins to work its way through your walls, stretching them oh so nicely. the way your pretty pussy tighten around his cock makes him gasp slightly. “just relax, or i won't be able to control myself.”

stepbro!kazuha who starts pounding into you once you are adapted to his size. it's now that he realizes how small your body is compared to him, but you're so cute, the feeling of corrupting you is making his cock twitch inside you. “fuck- you are doing so well, taking my cock s'good, baby.” he whispers in your ear. seeing how your pussy clench to his praises, he keeps whispering in your ear how well you're behaving, how well you're doing, and how well you've done in asking your reliable big brother to take your virginity before any other guy does it.

stepbro!kazuha who pushes your thighs towards your chest with his hand, giving him access to hit the most sensitive spot of your pussy with his cock. with his other hand he wipes away the tears of pleasure spilling out of your closed eyes, cherry lips red and swollen from the intense make out session kazuha has given you earlier. he was so needy of you, he just couldn't help it. he'll apologize later. <3

stepbro!kazuha who wants to cum inside you so bad but knows that would be problematic for you both. his slender fingers move in circles on your clit, accelerating your orgasm as his thrusts become sloppy because he too is getting closer and closer, the knot in his abdomen becoming more and more unbearable, needing to quickly get his cock out to end over all your stomach, warm white fluid staining your skin to the last drop.

stepbro!kazuha who apologizes if he has been very rough at some point, but your face denoting pleasure and exhaustion assures him that he's done a good job fulfilling his sister's wishes one more time. oh sweet, sweet little sister of his… how he wishes you'd ask him again to use his cock to relieve yourself whenever you needed it. :( you'll ask him again, right? after all, he wants you to use him as you please. <3

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha smut #tw.smut #tw.stepcest #milky.delivers

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jakethesequel · 5 months

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I didn't "get" the TikTok social media format - thought it sucked and made no sense and had none of the features I actually want in a social media - until YouTube started pushing Youtube Shorts, and now I understand. The Tiktok/Shorts/Reels social media model is taking most of its design cues from slot machines. I'm sure other people have written about this, but I wasn't able to really internalize the feeling until Youtube pushed Shorts to the top of my app and made me experience it for myself.

The video, the content, takes up the whole screen. Other features, like descriptions and comments sections, are minimized if present at all. Pausing and scrubbing are also made difficult or impossible, often if you miss something you just have to rewatch the whole thing and at that point you'd rather just go on to the next video. Often any kind of links in the title/description/comments are banned, ostensibly to prevent spambots and phishing, but...

All of these features serve the same thing the sounds, lights, and secluded booths serve for slots: to make sure nothing is going to distract you from the machine. To keep you investing your money and/or your time. Banning links is obvious, why encourage you to visit another site, visit the competition, when they can keep you here? Pausing the video, reading the description or comments, that'll just slow you down and then you might start thinking about "hey, what time is it?" and "oh yeah I have these other things to do" instead of scrolling to the next Content and thinking about that instead. Content is too short for you to put on in the background while you do other things, like a regular youtube video. Even if you tried, the Content won't just end and be silent while you finish up, giving you time to think about what to do next. Nah, it repeats itself, it loops over and over, annoying you into scrolling to the next video (and the next, and the next, and the next). Every aspect of these apps is designed for maximum engagement, and designed with the same features casinos use to create addictions!

They do this to sell ads, of course. People on regular youtube (or any similar site, just using the hegemonic one as shorthand) often use adblocker, and even those who don't, they skip the ad as soon as they're allowed. Because they're here to watch the video they clicked on, from their recommendations or their subscribed channels, not the ad that pops up before it. The ad is an unexpected intruder. Mandating a short-form runtime - but not Vine short, because that's too short to retain engagement - helps. If people are watching 20-minute videos, you can only sell so much ad space before you're even worse than regular TV. But if people are watching 1-minute videos, you can get away with showing even just 1 ad for every 5 videos, and be tolerated way more than 4 ads in 1 long video, despite having the same adspace-per-minute!

Plus, throwing a bunch of short Content at the user is way easier to generate an algorithmic profile off of and sell that information to targeted advertisers. A simple watched/swiped metric over hundreds of shorts with constant engagement; versus the complexity of analyzing "well, you watched 15 minutes of a 30 minute video and then clicked away, but left a like and a comment" over far fewer longer videos with intermittent engagement.

The biggest advantage of that? They can now get around that "intruder ad" effect I mentioned. When you click on a youtube video, you expect the get the video you clicked on. Any ad that comes up before it is an annoying little unexpected intruder, and even if you aren't savvy enough to have uBlock installed, you're going to click Skip Ad as soon as you can to get what you actually came for. So what do TikTok/Shorts/Reels do? They take away your ability to choose what you watch. All you can do is ask for the algorithm to give you a new video, there's no list of recommendations to choose from. Now the ads aren't intruders, because you weren't expecting anything else. You aren't primed to reject it for being in the way. On top of that, ads are disguised as Content. The break between ad and video on Youtube is clear, ads have their own space and are noticeable. Even the ads on an infinite scroller like tumblr or twitter have some things to mark them out as not being normal posts. On the new slot-machine socials? There's maybe an "ADVERTISEMENT" highlighted before the title in the intentionally deficient description section, one word in a section that takes up less than 10% of the screen space, at the very bottom where it's probably covered up by your thumb. Because the algorithm lets them slot it in between very similar Content, and you have no idea what Content to expect next, and the mandatory "this is an ad" labels are designed to be unnoticeable; by the time you realize what you're watching is an advertisement, you've already watched most of the ad. Long past when you would've already hit Skip otherwise.

Like I said, I'm sure others have talked about this, but it's been driving me crazy now that I've seen it for myself. I'm glad people have caught on to how gacha games create addiction; hopefully we can start to do the same with these predatory apps. I honestly don't know which is worse. Gacha games take your money, but these advertising algorithms manipulate your mind. Mostly into spending your money, yes, and that's creepy enough in itself, but it's also easily used to manipulate not just wallets but votes and political opinions. It's no accident that reactionaries, fascists, and conspiracy theorists thrive on Youtube Shorts.

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yeah so that video of josh spitting on stage in san antonio. yeah him spitting on his dick. do what you will with that

funny story I had a response written out but didn't save the draft so here i am writing it again like a fool. but omg yes thank you for sending this to me because this video plays on loop in my head. short smut blurb under the cut so this is 18+ only

just the thought of laying back for him, propped up against your pillow with attention centered on his face, his eyes fervent yet somehow soft all the same. he is practically on display like a sculpture before you, resting on his knees as his gaze smooths over the sight of you.

you spot the slight bob of his adam's apple before following the faint glint of spit dribbling off his bottom lip in the dim light. he tilts his head up with intent clear as he reaches to stroke himself, thumb swiping over his tip. your breath catches, heart loud in your ears as you watch in anticipation-

-only for a huff of frustration to sigh out through his nose. josh scoffs at himself as you watch him lick at his bottom lip in annoyance; the spit caught in the hair on his chin.

"fuck," he curses, barely under his breath, "c'mon now."

there's the tiniest sense of guilt in his voice, worried he has somehow ruined the mood but instead an amused chuckle bubbles out of you. the look in his eyes instantly eased at his little mistake and the momentary dissipation of the tension between you two was endearing.

you sat up on your elbows, reaching to wipe his chin with your thumb. he becomes bashful under your gaze with the faintest of rose coloring his cheeks as you suck a small kiss to your now damp finger. you watch him inhale sharply through his nose, lashes batting a few times over before he offers a smile of silent thanks to shake off his blatant arousal at your action.

"try it again," you gently urge, laying back down to watch intently yet again.

you needn't tell him twice. the corner of his lips perk in concentration and the faintest sense of mock aggression that you love to see him put on. he lowers his head, looking up through his lashes with that heavy air to his gaze returned in full force. you watch him try again, his lips pursing to spit once more, now landing on his dick with the thinnest of strings connecting his lips to it for a heartbeat. with his free hand he swipes his lips with his thumb in hasty confidence, chin angled up to look down at you.

trained on his face, you barely notice the pace of his strokes picking up. you let out a shaky breath when you finally decide to bring your gaze down to stare at his hand at work, avoiding his sure as hell smug look on his face. he knows he's got you right where he wants you despite his momentary fumble as he moves to lean over you.

"now," his voice low as his fingers gently prod your chin up, "open up."

#josh kiszka smut #gvf smut #greta van fleet smut #josh kiszka x reader #quartz blurbs

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hiskillingjar · 6 months

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Exhibitionism (Ren/MC)

day 18: exhibitionism second person

You stood still on the train carriage, crammed between bodies squeezed in tight like sardines in a can, holding onto the hanging strap like it was the only thing that would keep you from falling, keep you upright.

In the months of getting to know each other, you had earned enough of Ren's trust for him to let you out of the house on what he called a 'date' - a day out in the city where he would treat you to anything you wanted, just so long as you behaved exactly as he wanted.

You couldn’t deny that a part of you was a little excited by the prospect.

However, that was naturally superseded by the parts of you that were incredibly anxious about giving him that much control over you. The control that he so desperately craved.

Ren kept an authoritative hand on your hip all the while, his tail idly swishing to and fro behind him (in the small space you were both crammed into) as he scrolled through his phone, ever casual, occasionally chuckling at jokes on his timeline and playing videos on silent. When you were standing so close to him, you could see a playful smile on his face.

"Oh, we're not too far now," He said, looking towards you as he clicked off the social media app he was browsing and through his phone menu. "Just a couple more stops and we'll be in the town center. I can't believe how busy the train is today!"

"Heh, yeah," You forced out a chuckle, your face taking on a reddish hue as he slid his hand lower, threading his thumb through the belt loop of your jeans and pulling you a little closer to his side. You had a bit of a height advantage, and that was more obvious the closer you stood, when his pointed ears barely grazed your cheek, but that didn't stop you from ducking your head down submissively as he pulled you close, trying to make yourself look smaller. "It's, um, it's pretty busy. But it’s a Friday, so…"

"Yeah," He mused with a low drawl, as he brought up an app screen you didn't recognise and began to fiddle with it, toying with settings and other things (written in Japanese). "We should probably be careful with what we say."

Without warning, you began to feel a soft, albeit deceptively powerful buzzing, pressed right up against a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves inside you and against your swollen clit.

You had seen this coming.

He'd been torturing you with this particular toy all morning, and had only conceded to the date on the second condition that he could keep it inside of you while you were out in public, visible to the entire public. And, despite how much you had argued against that condition, you had ultimately relented to his whims, out of your own sheer desperation to leave the house.

You did your best not to flinch, nor to let your expression give away the surprising (and deeply pleasurable) buzzing against your cunt, lest anyone else in the packed train carriage clock what the two of you were up to. You instead reached down and grabbed his elbow tightly, digging your nails into him through his jacket and thick coat.

Ren smiled a little broader and put his phone away in his pocket, humming to himself innocently, as if he was none the wiser, as he reached down to the short hem of your skirt (another condition to you leaving the house, though this one was more of a gentle suggestion than anything else) and slid his palm against your arse, giving it a gentle squeeze, teasing you and winding you up even more.

You tried not to flinch at that either, though you were sure that your flushed cheeks were giving the game away to anyone who might have been in the know.

"We're going to have a lot of fun today," Ren murmured, letting his head rest against your shoulder, his tail wagging a little slower and gradually curling around your legs, comforting when he was (kind of) the opposite. "Because I know you're going to do as I say, aren't you, sweetie?"

"Mmhmm," You nodded, biting your lip as he squeezed your arse a little harder, one of his claws toying with the lace of your panties.

"Full sentence, please," Ren replied, his smile spreading into a sharp grin as he put his hand back in his pocket and increased the buzzing, making you suppress a little shriek and clutch onto his arm tighter. "Use your words."

"Ngh..." You pressed your face into the crown of his head, the fur on his ears tickling your cheek. Your groan had been enough to alert someone’s attention, a guy with his headphones in, but he clearly didn’t think much of your distress when he looked back at his phone. "I'm...I'm going to do as you say."

"Good pet,” He then whispered, keening up on his tiptoes to kiss your cheek. “I just know you’re going to do so well.”

#ren hana #ren btd #ren x mc #ren x reader #kinktober 2023 #one of the faves

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see-arcane · 11 months

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I’ve been listening to it on a loop for days now and I’m convinced London After Midnight’s Selected Scenes from the End of the World album could and should have been the soundtrack to a trippy goth industrial 80′s-90′s Dracula movie in the style of The Hunger (1983). Like holy hell

“Claire’s Horrors”: Full of synth pipe organs and baying wolves and moody Castle Dracula backdrop tunes as Jonathan deals with Bisexual Vampire Hell for two months with this blaring in every room.

(This is the voice you have learned to fear.)

Spirits seem to drift up through a darkened sky Drifting through dead branches in the night While in the moonlight we go down upon our knees Entwined together only we can see their beauty

Beneath the stars a bell begins to toll For reasons which we really shouldn't know So take a walk with me down to the cemetery Wrap me in darkness, Claire make love to me

I am thunder, I am rain, I am pleasure, I am pain Only in darkness can there be light, tell me angel have you prayed tonight?

“Demon”: Dracula making his moves on Lucy, full stop.

Through darkened streets and blackened gloom the candles dim in your bedroom rain reflecting shadows in the night the moon is full and through the mist I hear your voice I feel your kiss the line grows thin between what's wrong and right.

Burning flesh, pale as the stars no one knows just who you are drive the knife in deeper to my soul

“The Spider and the Fly”: Renfield is blasting this at all hours on his Victorian airpods while Dracula catfishes him.

Empty hearts I can hear them talking I close my eyes and I keep on stalking my love, my love No one's aware of the hunger I feel It's something you or time cannot heal I need someone to help me rise above

Eternal bliss is something I can show you Spread your arms and let my wings enfold you, my love, my love In the darkness shades of crimson rapture The world is ours alone to capture my love, my love

“Your Best Nightmare”: Coppola would take the lyrics at face value for his DracMina OTP playlist. Listeners with taste know it’s serving nothing but hellish horror irony for That One Night in October.

Long after midnight, on a night like this I'd sit by my black-light and dream of your kiss Pulsating music filled my room and my head And I dreamed what it'd be like to have you in my bedI'm your best night, your best nightmare I'm your best night, your best nightmare

And then it happened, you were in my arms Your lips on my throat, your hands on my, on my... Two bodies together the intimate sin The pain and the pleasure could do mortals in How could you know what I'm thinking of? To me lust can be as beautiful as love Here tonight, your pure heart and soul Untainted passion should have no control

“Sacrifice”: Dripping with Jonathan and Mina’s ‘holiest love’ gothic horror romance drama front to back.

And here we go again, We've taken it to the end, With every waking moment, We face this silent torment

I'd sacrifice, I'd sacrifice myself to you Right here tonight Because you know that I love you

That is HALF THE ALBUM and at least five full music videos that could, should, and must be filmed in grainy moody scenery of mountainside castles interspersed with underground clubs with an all black dress code, eyeliner mandatory. And instead we got Francis’ never-ending migraine and Annie Lennox’s tragically misused “Love Song for a Vampire.” Shameful.

#dracula spoilers #or at least some implied #dracula #music #london after midnight

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birdhaslostit · 11 months

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Okay,

top Ghost songs in no particular order: a review

New fan here, and I’m trying to learn everything i can about these guys. I first heard them on TikTok, but it actually wasn’t Mary On a Cross. Most people seem to have found them through that. (There’s no shame in it though, that song kicks ass.) I don’t remember the first Ghost song I ever heard, but I do remember hearing about them every once in a while.

Cirice (Ceremony and Devotion ver.)

If it isn't the live version, I don't want it. You can feel the electricity of the crowd. The chanting and yelling, you can practically see people reaching out, clawing to touch the stage. The guitars are especially ominous and twangy in this version. Papa's little additions of "can you?" and "I wanna know" make me want to scream back like I'm actually there. The way he ends it on a HOWL of a note, with the added reverb of it being played live? I've left my body, I am no longer alive. My ex-catholic ass has never felt closer to god than I have while listening to the lyrics "can't you see that you're lost? Can't you see that you're lost without me?" Also, Terzo specifically playing this live? I've seen the videos. Absolute filth. Incredible. I would shit my pants if I saw it in person. Can I hear the rumble that's calling? Absolutely I can. It's shaking my floorboards from all the bass.

Jesus He Knows Me

I just need to start by saying that this music video is the filthiest thing I've ever seen. And. I. Love. It. I didn't even catch the Defroque pun until a few days later. This song and this video absolutely gut scummy televangelists, and it's the greatest thing I've seen in years. It was one of the first Ghost music videos I ever watched, if not the first. All over TikTok, I saw video after video of people going "don't watch this, it's terrible, it's insane, it's so disrespectful, it's so gross." And of course, I had to see it after seeing so many people tell me how gnarly it was. I knew I'd definitely seen worse, and I had to see it for myself. It was, in the biblical sense, Eve grasping for the fruit of the tree. I logged into Youtube, and my jaw was on the ground. I could talk about it for days. It ran through my head on loop afterwards, and just would not go away. I was absolutely shocked and amazed at the balls on these people to put it all out in the open like that, and to not only get away with it, but to make a poignant statement while doing it. They didn't just do this for the shock value, they did it because it's the truth. This thing fucking rules.

Rats

Oh my god, it's spooky Def Leppard! I love spooky Def Leppard! That guitar solo! Just listen to those layered harmonies on each "oh woah-oh." The music video? Exceptional in every way. It's like I'm watching an 80s MTV spectacle. The choreography is burned into my brain like I've stared at the sun for too long. It is extravagant in every way, and I love it.

Con Clavi Con Dio (Ceremony and Devotion ver.)

Again, if it isn't the live version, I don't want it. It hits infinitely different than it does in the studio version. Hearing the reverb of the vocals bouncing around the stadium, and everyone staying silent to listen to it like it's gospel... Outrageous. Hearing that first "Lucifer?" The Italian sections? I'm getting flashbacks of going to church, but instead I'm actually having a good time.

He Is

Now, as an ex-catholic, I wasn't really raised on the typical evangelical/protestant 'youth group Jesus rock.' My church was all old people, so it was mostly the traditional stuff. But I definitely have heard the genre enough to know it when I hear it, and this is it— but not shitty, and not about Jesus. If I heard this at a church during a vulnerable time in my life as a teen, I would've totally been on board. And the inherent layers to that fact cannot be understated. It's a perfect critique/parody, no notes.

Life Eternal

This hits me like a half-and-half blend between Cirice and He Is. It's got that yearning, reaching, almost loving feel to it that Cirice has, but the sugar-sweet churchy vibe of He Is that makes you forget the fact that it's being sung by the devil's favorite band. It also gives me almost Journey vibes? Like, listen to Open Arms, and then listen to this. I can't be the only one.

I Believe

I genuinely did not know this was a cover until like 5 minutes ago. This shit is so ethereal. Like, almost Enya-esque? There are so many layers to it, so many different parts you could focus on, so many different sounds blending into one gorgeous whole. How is it so heavenly even though it's being sung by a satanic pope? I'm levitating. I'm contemplating my existence in this universe. The original is not bad by any means, but I love this version 100 times more. This isn't just a cover, honestly. The song has been totally transformed. The atmospheres of the two versions are so vastly different that calling it 'just a cover' is doing it a disservice.

Darkness At The Heart Of My Love

The little guitar bit at the very start really surprised me, honestly. At first it sounded like... Renaissance fair-y? And then the vocals started. Ghost really keeps you on your toes. This is truly a pseudo-love ballad I can get into. If I was driving a car while this was playing, I would accidentally start speeding during the chorus. Again, strong 80s rock band vibes with this one. I keep thinking Keep on Loving You by REO Speedwagon. And the whispered parts that I had to google because I couldn't understand what they were saying? Once I found out, I was sold.

Square Hammer (Ceremony and Devotion ver.)

The reversed vocals at the start? That Scooby Doo-ass intro with the 60s-style organ? Again, I'm telling you, spooky Def Leppard! I love it! The live version of this is just incomparable to the studio version. The booming power behind this recording is nuts. It's like thunder and lightning, I've got chills. Am I on the square? Am I on the level? Fuck yes I am. Am I ready to swear right here, right now, before the devil? Give me a knife and point me to the nearest sacrificial goat.

Dance Macabre

Spooky stripper music. It's got a late 60s/early 70s vibe to it in a way that I can't fully explain. It might be the organ, it might be the vocal style, it might be the hook. The hook for sure sounds like something a boy band might pull, in a good way. Nothing occult enough to make the parents throw away all of their records, but enough to make your religious dad turn his nose up at it.

Kiss the Go-Goat

Jim Morrison, is that you? "You've been daddied by all the dudes that wanna dad / And all those dads never gave you the things you should've had" is the most insane line in this whole thing. He had no right. That's like a quadruple entendre. The balls on this man. And you already know I love a good blasphemous Latin section. With the smooches at the end? Be still, my heart. I just know people in 1969 were screaming and throwing panties onstage. It's just a fact.

Bonus list of songs I would shit my pants if they covered:

Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode

Specifically the Holier Than Thou Approach with Francois Kevorkian. Like what the fuck else would they do? It's like asking a fish to breathe water. It would be stupid if they didn't. Do it, cowards.

The Hairstyle of the Devil by Momus

I love New Wave. I just do. And I think that Ghost could really transform it into something spectacular in their own style. The lyrics are fascinating: "And when you meet me finally your horns will lock with mine / For the beast rules with rivalry / As the clock rules with time / Pleased to meet you, hope you've guessed my name." They could do so much with this.

Bloody Mary by Lady Gaga

A pretty obvious pick, I know, but you have to admit it would be incredible.

Talking In Your Sleep by The Romantics

They could make this so slutty and so spooky, y'all. Listen to the lyrics and tell me they wouldn't.

Pet Sematary by The Ramones

Again, on-brand.

The Stroke by Billy Squier

I mean, come on.

Fortune and Fame by Naked Eyes

I can't tell you why, but in my mind, it really fits.

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #papa copia #nameless ghouls #ghouls #papa terzo #papa emeritus lll #terzo emeritus #shitghosting #ghost posting #tier list #tobias forge

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pipebombsabitsuki · 20 days

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uh.. hello

today I wanted to talk about my most favorite game ever, it's a game that has been by my side for many years and has helped me at my worst times... so it's kind of my comfort zone.

I know it's not the usual, but.. I guess that's just me!

so, I'd like to talk about the first song of the game's soundtrack I ever heard.. even though it's actually the last track in the official playlist,,,, funny that, right?

THE TITLE SCREEN!

I can't really upload the video with the track.. i think, so, I'm going to just link the video. if the link doesn't work or the video is unavailable or something just please please just let me know..

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Now, I know, I know... it looks creepy and scary, but it's going to be fine, okay? It won't hurt you, I promise. There aren't any weird sudden imagery or strident sounds.. it's just a quiet, eerie tune...

But! if the imagery is too unnerving I understand! you don't have to force yourself to experience these things if you don't want to. that doesn't make you weak or a coward! if anything, attempting to try new things is a very brave thing to do! and knowing when something isn't for you is a sign of wisdom and maturity. so whatever you do, be proud of yourself!

Now, I'm going to talk about dotflow's title screen for a bit.. would you entertain me?

"Very well, let us ramble on, then, my friend, old sport!"

A warm welcome.....

I am always amazed by how... empty and hollow the music sounds. And it's not just the simplicity of a loop or instruments used, but the sound, the melody and its endless repeating, somehow, when combined together, despite the fact that it's just sort of a remix of Yume Nikki's title theme, deliver a profound blow on consciousness... at least for me it feels that way.

I remember the first time I loaded the game, quite a while ago. It was during one of those times of my life, I was moved to that studio at the seaside town because they said the marine climate would alleviate my skin issue. I had just recovered from anemia and was feeling physically okay, but somehow my time there I felt so.... numb. I didn't know anyone in that fishing town, and the people were very cold and distant.. besides, this was during winter, so instead of a blue sky there were only foggy days and storms... which I kinda liked, actually,,, hehehe :,) I lived there by myself for around three weeks, and during those weeks this tune was just stuck in my head, I couldn't help but feel incredibly lonely, as if I was abandonned at the bottom of a lightless ocean...

Needless to say, the game itself was one hell of a nightmarish fever dream and I enjoyed every bit of it, despite the fear, despite the uneasiness I felt...

And I have to admit it, this game was scary. Not because of creepy and gory imagery (though there was plenty of that) and not because of sudden uncalled jumpscares (there were actually none of this kind) but because of the sheer persistent atmosphere of this... decrepit, defunct, rusted world, that is doomed to corrode and tumble down into oblivion more as the time passes. The decay, the silent unspoken hopelessness were present even in somewhat more colourful and cheerful areas, those little sanctuaries, (probably) representing past memories of Sabitsuki that didn't change the overall dreadful scheme of things one bit. I don't know, maybe the author tried to make their own "edgy dream diary game", because in certain parts it does feel that the game is being extreme for the sake of being extreme, but... I still love it. I keep coming back to it.

I still hear this tune in my head.

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Review 78-01: Space Invaders (Arcade)

So this might be the biggest video game release ever after Pong. The first game on my list by a company that isn't Atari, too. Taito joins the fray and quite possibly completely embarrasses all other games that have come before it.

Now the question is, will it be the first game to achieve my Gold Award of a 9/10 or even a 10? Let's see.

Do note, I played both the black and white version and the slightly later color rerelease which added an extra digit to the score, using the Space Invaders Invincible Collection. I'm not sure when the latter released and if it changed anything else, but I honestly doubt it did. I

Graphics (4/5)

So besides the Pong paddle, which you can hardly call one, this is most likely the first ever arcade game to recognisable characters! The Invaders are pretty cute and still used as a symbol for 'video games' 45 years later.

It also introduces a new type of attract screen. Whereas previously, you would just get silent gameplay done by an AI or prerecorded footage (I think?), this time, you get the score table laid out *before* it moves over to that. It's a relatively small addition, though it would become a very very common sight pretty quickly after this game released.

Black and white (with some green if you use an overlay) as it is, it's not the most stunning game to look at, in fact you could consider the small 8-bit sprites a minor downgrade to Atari's 1977 output, which seemed to use larger graphics with less chunky pixels. Still, it took- give or- take half a decade for the visuals to be replicated correctly on SG-1000. I think it did it's job.

The colored version makes it so that you can more easily tell what is a danger and what is not, as well as a red flash across the whole screen when you die. It's obviously the more definitive way to play, though it hardly ends up mattering what version you choose or enounter in the arcade.

Sound (4/5)

This game has ingenious sound design. Pretty minimal, but inventive in the right places. It's the first game to have background music while you play, unlike Star Ship's random noises which were cute but not really composed, so to say.

This one's got spunk by having a 4-note descending loop. That doesn't sound like much, BUT it gradually speeds up as you vanquish more Invaders, increasing the stress factor to the player. It worked on me when I was younger, so that's solid. Even if it's effect became less over time, the idea is something I have always enjoyed (and feared) in video games.

Otherwise, the sound effects are pretty good too. I like the spacey noises of the UFO in particular, they're fun. Overall, a neat package.

Gameplay (4.5/5)

Take the tired old shooting genre and flip it on it's head, bam, it's Space Invaders. Instead of shooting another player or shooting stuff within a specific time limit, you now get all the time in the world to shoot down the 55 titular Invaders in spaaace. At least, untill they hit the bottom of the screen, cuz then you're instantly dead.

You also have those barricades which, by expert players, actually get seen as more of a hindrance than a help. The reason for that is the Nagoya Attack is one the first ever examples of an exploit! Open a gap between multiple columns of aliens, let them go to the row before the instant game over one, and they won't be able to hurt you at all. You still need quick reflexes to get the final ones though, and that I simply don't have.

I could go on all day about this, point is, it's much deeper than anything that came before it and is more than likely the oldest game on my list that younger people actually do still play legitemately, without any nostalgic or curiousity reason attached to it. It's THAT good.

The is one small con to this all, and that is that the Invaders' shots feel a bit too random and could end up screwing over your rounds due to a cheap shot you could not take down in time. However, I call this an opinion and not a fact- there is a solid chance this is due to my own bad gameplay.

Longevity (4.5/5)

The first game to have a strategy guide? Check. The first game that gradually gets more difficult as you complete stages? Check. The first game to cause a huge uproar in Japan because of how everyone wanted to play it? Check check.

The 9990 point limit may SEEM a bit skint now, and the color version improves it to 99990, so sure, it's not endless. Have you ever tried reaching it though? The best I can do is slightly over 4k, and that took me several weeks without save states. Unless you're a gaming god or have huge preseverance, which hey, adds to the replay value, you're not gonna be done exploring strategies for top scores in a hurry.

The difficulty does peak at about 6 or 7 levels in, so much like the other soon-to-be all time classics from the late 70s and early 80s, you do run into repetition eventually. Again, they throw everything at you to ensure you'll never actually make it.

Overall

It was inevitable. This game does so much so right. This being a big leap forward for the gaming industry has been talked about endlessly, for me to rehash that history lesson is quite unneccessary. Taito really could not have 'landed' any better.

Even NOW, you can probably still find it laying around in Japan and North America. Even now, you can pick it up and have a blast. Even now, you would not realise the game is older than Pac-Man and Donkey Kong at first. It's addictive as heck too! I tend to accidentally play for hours at a time.

Yes, this is 100% a deserved first Gold Award. Long may it continue.

Update: Due to the way my reviews work as of 28 August, the score may seem like a downgrade, but I will consider anything that shows a happy Sona (so an 8.5 or above) to still be a Gold Award. Likewise, Silver Awards and Bronze Awards have their treshold moved half a point down as well.

#retro gaming #minuy600 #taito #review #sona #1978 #space invaders #arcade #minuy's must haves

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MAG 51 - sewing loops to my cord girth for the saddle straps to put away

"You ever had a near-death experience?" - Hahaha, again a line that someone put in the Fact or Fiction "Jonathan asks you things" video and I cannot unhear it in that context XD

Did you know there are wild horses on Sable Island? They were released into the wild in 1700s and became feral.

"The old man, Simon Fairchild" - On my first listen, this is when I thought "Hold on, wasn't the guy from MAG 21 also called Simon". I quickly went to look it up and yep. I already suspected where this was going…

"me and Julio Hernandez, the other diver on the crew, would spend our time chatting, playing cards, and once even screwing, though we generally don’t talk about that." - So if you don't talk about that, then why tell it? I guess it's the Eye's influence to also make statement-givers tell more than they would have liked to, especially private things. Dark secrets being revealed and all that. This was also the case in MAG 4 ("We’d worked together on a production of The Seagull a couple of years before and had had a bit of a thing going back then. At this point I had just become single, so was keen to meet up and see if any of the old spark remained.") and MAG 46 ("suppose you could call her a rival, in some ways, but we’d always been very friendly. In fact, there were a few years back in the 80s when we were very friendly, indeed."). Interesting, those other two statement are both about the Ex Altiora and now, in MAG 51, it's again the Vast being behind that story. Just an observation, all of those being Vast statements is a coincident I think.

"As I went in I thought I heard Simon, the old man, shout after me, but I couldn’t make it out. And then the world was nothing but silent blue." - Maybe Simon said (ha!) "Enjoy silent blue"…

"I saw Julio next to me, a few yards away, and with a thumbs up we began to dive down towards the sunken boat." - Mistake here. Thumbs up would mean to go up. Putting together the tips of thumb and index finger to form a circle is "ok" in diver hand signals, or thumbs down to say "down" would have also made sense here.

"we weren’t going so far down us to face any darkness that our torches couldn’t handle." - if this is a Canadian, wouldn't they be using "flashlight" rather than "torch"? Any Canadians here to answer this?

a lot of talking about pressure and darkness, which would be the Buried and the Dark. I think deep water is one of those instances of the edges bleeding together.

"I think it was a hand, but I could not see enough to be sure." - Huge humanoid creatures in the ocean are called "Ningen" btw (yes, "ningen" just means "human" in Japanese). It's a cryptid that surfaced (ha) in the mid 2000s via urban legends on the internet.

"Then it moved, slowly but clearly, and I realized how far away it still was, as it got bigger and bigger and bigger, and I could see nothing else" - parallels to Ex Altiora here.

"It was the jagged metal of the hole itself that saved me in the end. As I cried out in horror, I felt the sharp edges of it digging into my hands as they gripped it, and the unexpected burst of pain snapped me out of whatever it was that held me in place." - One example of how to escape the grip of an entity.

Does that bit about Simon Fairchild there in the end of the statement imply, that he yote himself over board?

Simon Fairchild and his many shenanigans. He even created artefacts in the 30s.

Interference sounds while talking to Not!Sasha again. I thought it might be Michael already messing with the tapes in MAG 47, but it appears this one belongs indeed to Not!Sasha. Although in MAG 40 there was only static to hear during her statement. Now there's an additional high-pitched noise.

"to spend anywhere from ten minutes to a full hour in Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum." - <.<

The Eye not only makes you reveal personal gossip, it also makes you talk/write in British instead of your normal dialect

#a mag a day #tma #the magnus archives #episode asks #mod ashes #tma spoilers #mag 51 #lycanlovingvampyre

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15 Mutuals, 15 (+ bonus) Questions

Tagged by @space-cadead. I'm woefully out of the loop with how active most of my mutuals are, so if you see this, it's an open invitation to participate yourself!

Questions after read more for the sake of everyone's dashboard:

1. Are you named after anyone?

Both my given and middle name are for my maternal great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother. However, the name I find more interesting is what I wasn't named. See, my grandad loved the name Vincent. Even had it tattooed on him, and would have named his first-born son Vincent. Except he had two daughters. So he made my mum promise that if she had a son, she would name him Vincent...and I didn't come with a bio penis so I got a more feminine name instead. Given that I'm determined the family line dies with me, I don't think my grandad will be getting his 'descendant called Vincent' wish fulfilled, unless he doesn't mind a fictional Vincent in a future writing project? A book is kinda like a baby, right?

2. When was the last time you cried?

Probably December? Working retail at Christmas is really rough anywhere, but at a toy shop, it's very high pressure.

3. Do you have kids?

One very beloved tuxedo cat who is very happy to be an only child with no human siblings.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No, absolutely never. Not one single time in my whole life have I ever been sarcastic and sassy and I certainly don't have an entire t-shirt that claims that sarcasm is my second language. /s

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Any major difference that they have that's 'unusual' compared to most people. I'm very faceblind so I tend to use things like hairstyle, clothing choices or voice to reliably recognise people...though most people can and will change those things on a regular basis. Personally, I love more outlandish styles and hair colours - it makes life much easier for me!

6. What’s your eye color?

Green/brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, but make them work for it.

8. Any special talents?

I don't really feel like I have a particular talent for anything. I have plenty of creative hobbies, but I feel like anything I can make is the result of lots of mistakes and practice and research. But I'm willing to try my hand at lots of things: resin craft, pixel art, photography, lampwork (glass), papercraft, sound mixing, video editing...I'm very much the jack of all trades. The difficulty is staying with something long enough to finish a larger project.

9. Where were you born?

Rural Wales. If you point out any castles, standing stones or ruined abbeys within a hundred miles or so, I've probably been there!

10. What are your hobbies?

Naturally writing, and all the aforementioned creative hobbies, but also gaming. Big fan of interesting narratives and puzzle-based games.

11. Have you any pets?

My problem child, Blackadder the cat, who is both very smart and very silly, so I think he lives up to his name well.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I am very much not a sportsperson. In school, we were forced to play hockey and netball, but that was more years ago than I really want to admit...

13. How tall are you?

Somewhere a little taller than 150cm but not by that much.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I had an amazing Sociology teacher who loved challenging our expectations and showing us new cultures as best he could in a very rural Welsh school. His passion was truly infectious and I sincerely hope he's having an amazing life, wherever he is now.

15. Dream job?

Independently published (and moderately to wildly successful) author who is somehow entirely anonymous outside of their body of work.

16. Do you prefer owls, capybaras, or flamingos?

There are so many different species of owls that I'm going to go owls. There are tiny little Burrowing owls, huge European owls, or the silent graceful Barn owls we're more likely to see in the wild near me.

17. What is your favorite soup?

Maybe not technically a soup, but I make a damn good chilli chicken ramen if I do say so myself!

18. What is your favorite…rock (idfk)?

Blue John is a very particular mineral found close to some of my family members and when it's cut and polished it's got a very beautiful blue/purple crystal structure. I've been down a lot of the different mines where it has been found, so I have a bit of an appreciation of the history and how the discovery and sale of it has influenced the local area for the better.

19. Choose a familiar: 1) very dumb, very loving disobedient dog. He loves you but will never listen to you ever 2) a raven that speaks but it only ever shrieks the name of various fast food restaurants 3) a toad that screams like a teenage boy instead of croaks

Raven. I can never decide on what to eat, and I feel like this would be a lot easier if someone just shouted the answer at me.

20. Which planet do you feel like would be kind of an asshole if you met them?

Jupiter. Why have you got so many moons, huh? Why do we only get the one? Ours is lonely, I think she needs a girlfriend. I think at least one of Jupiter's moons would be happier over here.

21. if you were a worm would you love me? this worm question courtesy of ✨ @/legiomiam✨

No, but only because I think I would be beyond the capacity for emotions more complex than 'this dirt is so moist and delicious, this is amazing'.

22. Least favorite type of clothing?

High heels. I never learnt to walk in them, and I care about my comfort too much to want to learn now!

23. You are now in a horror movie—so sorry. Chance of survival?

On the one hand, I'm an anxious mess who can't handle watching many horror movies. On the other hand, I do cope with IRL crises well at the time and then panic later. And I am handy with power tools. So I think I'll just manage to survive the worst, manage to hunker down with any other survivors and just when I think we're safe and I'm distracted, that's when the horrors will get me.

24. Would you rather: the ability to instantly grow a perfect mustache, or ability to talk to vegetables?

Moustache. Take my 'what is gender?' vibes to the next level. And I'm tired of shaving my pathetic little wispy one away. I don't mind the facial hair, I mind that it's patchy and inconsistent!

25. What do you think of whales?

They're just chilling out in the ocean in their family groups and singing long-distance conversations with each other and I think we could learn a lot from that.

#ame talks #ask game #tag game #open to anyone

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The Closet Doors

A hurricane blew through my closet with the way I tried finding an outfit. (Photo Credit: Pinterest https://pin.it/IMwyRkaPw)

Maggie’s heart pounds in her ears, drowning out the muffled singing of Katy Perry’s “Firework”. The shot of tequila bubbles in her stomach like a witches brew and she wipes her hands on the rough fabric of her jeans.

“You really want out of here, huh.” James' deep voice fills the silence in the closet.

Her head snaps to his face, or what she hoped was his face. The only sliver of light came from the crack between the door and vibrating floor. “What? No!” “Maggie, you’ve checked your phone four times in the past two minutes.”

Fuck. Maggie’s cheeks burn as she slowly slides her phone into her back pocket. The second this door opened, Maggie was going to strangle Amber.

***

Amber’s blonde hair grazed the floor as she tipped her head back to laugh. The chatter of the room quieted as her pink nails let the bottle whirl and Maggie’s stomach clenched as the glass scraped the floor and slowed.

“Truth or dare, Maggie?” Amber wiggled her shaped eyebrows and the corners of Maggie’s lips tugged up slightly.

“Dare.” Her eyes looked into Amber’s sparkling green ones.

Amber's lips spread into a Cheshire grin. "I dare you." She paused as she scouted the circle of people. Her eyes landed on James, pink lips widening. "I dare you to spend 7 minutes in heaven with James."

"What are we? Twelve?" Maggie's fingers tapped on her criss-crossed legs, the knot in her stomach tightening. She widened her eyes, hoping Amber caught the silent plea in her gaze, a wordless signal aimed directly at her.

"Well, I get to choose. And I chose 7 minutes in heaven."

"Yeah, but—"

"No buts. Get your cute ass in that closet, you too James."

***

“It’s not that you’re not attractive or anything.” Maggie’s hand moves to tuck a strand of hair behind her ears. “Seriously, you’re cute and all. Like I know it’s dark right now but everyone at school knows that God took his time crafting you.”

James clears his throat, the tip of his ears burning red. “Thanks?” He rubs the back of his neck and Maggie sends a thanks to the guy above for the darkness.

“It’s just that, I don’t want to kiss you.” Her shoulders shrug. “Not that I wanted you to kiss me! You know what, I’ll just stay quiet.”

James’ laugh echoes in the closet and Maggie accidentally hits a hanger from the sound.

“If I were anyone else, I would think you’re hitting on me.” James chuckles. “But, I know you don’t like me, Maggie.” “You do?” Her eyes bulged out as her mouth fell open.

“I mean it’s kinda obvious. The way you look at–”

Their eyes squeeze shut as the lights blind them. The loud chattering of highschool students put on blast. The door swings open and Maggie blink a couple times to adjust to the brightness.

“So, how was your 7 minutes, guys?” Amber squeezes into the tiny closet, attempting to wrap her arms around their necks. Stretching on tiptoes, she struggles to reach around James' towering frame, settling for looping her arm around his mid-back instead. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity as she meets Maggie’s gaze.

“It was-” Maggie’s gaze flicks down to Amber’s lips before meeting her eyes again. “Fine.”

Hey, Siri let's take some shots! (Photo credit: Pinterest https://pin.it/6Cze65fbG)

(Video credit: Tiktok @realesbihonest https://www.tiktok.com/@realesbihonest/photo/7323668401820290336)

#Spotify

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Act l .scene one

Life is like pancake ,you just live in the loop of not burning and turning and turning and turning ….

So basically shirts are stupid.In fact If you give it a think ,our clothes hug us every time we put them on.

Well…that’s one reason the other is that ….I don’t know just stick with the first one.

I put on my shirt when my dad knocked on the door for the third time.

Well indeed I needed my dad to stop knocking on the door and call a taxi instead, but I was too concerned about my shirt to stick under my pants.

the first day of school and I was really exited because that day was the day I was finally meeting my boyfriend after a long time of chatting and online conversations finally seeing his face would be a releaf but I was really anxious because we once exchanged photos and he was really hot but now that I think I can’t find any logical Eason why would he date me after seeing that picture though maybe he was a psycho huh?

Act l.scene two

Rumors spread like memes same idea but not funny (well at least in my case )

I am actually a kind of man to be known as talkative but that day people were talking and I was all silent.

Those looks …. If you know what I mean then I’m deeply sorry for you.

When I got on the bus with a mind full of shitty romantic happy hopes, all ended with those looks because I knew something was up and that wasn’t something good.

I didn’t have any friends ,there were just people who I knew close. And Layla was one of them.

Layla looked at me in such a weird way when I sat next to her.

“Did you see those?”I said. Of course she did.

She sat there in silence and ignored me until “this is so shitty why would you do this ?”

I didn’t have an answer.

She gave me her phone and said “why …just why would you ?”

Yes it looked even more awful in someone else’s phone.

“Look I don’t…I mean I don’t really think I want to hang out anymore.”she whispered.

And that’s it I wasn’t someone to get so emotional but something broke in me after seeing that photo.

You wonder what was that photo about, I think you can guess .

There were photos and one video of me getting fucked by this guy I thought I loved over summer.

I gave her phone back and sat silent, one part of me not giving a shit about what they whispered or shouted. “Whore”, “disgusting” and the other part trembled with a broken heart trying to hide tears.

Act ll.scene one

Fuck who fucks with my eyes.

It was the second break and I was sitting in the toilet trying not to cry.

“Fuck!”I thought.

What was I thinking , I should have killed that guy god!.

Yeah well I know, not so bright thoughts but fuck you I was twisted until somebody said.

“Are you crying?”

I was so fucking frightened that jumped two meter high.

Then I looked up and guess what I saw the guy Who was supposed to be my boyfriend.

Stephan.

“Shit are you ok ?”he asked.

“No I am not.”I said ,completely forgotten about him and tried to keep my cool.

“Open thee door.” he demanded.

“Okay.”I said. hadn’t he seen those things? I told you he was really a psycho because no one would have hugged me after seeing those things.

I felt so guilty in that moment.

Cheating on this cute super smart handsome kind humble hottie wasn’t the brightest idea.

Because after hugging I looked up to see his expression but he immediately gripped my face hard with and whispered. “You are dead to me.”

I would have been caught dead in that moment if he hadn’t closed the door and started to kiss me so harshly I couldn’t breath.

Finally I released myself. “What the fuck ?!”

My face hurt because of his grip but my mind was rushing . Why were we kissing ? Wouldn’t he be hating me by now ? He said I was dead to him ! Wtf !!

“Shut the fuck up twink and suck my dick!”he said and pushed my head down till I was on my knees looking at him taking the big thing out.

I was so shocked I use sat there looking at his big cock and balls.

“What are you doin..!”I was about to say but he grabbed my hair and pushed me into him.

It was frightening because yeah when some guy pushes his dick into your face you should be.

I tried to release myself but he pushed harder me when this didn’t work , he grabbed my sweater and pushed my up and whispered to my ear. “Don’t you wanna fuck?”

“Yes.”

“Then undress”

He grabbed my waist and pushed our naked bodies into each other.

Kissing and biting me every inch.

“I can fuck you better.

He pushed his big dick into my tight hole and put his hand on my mouth then fucked me.

It felt really good to feel him inside me.he had a big cock and knew how to use it.

So I came like six time in a row.

After he was done my he was done and finally came, my hole was all screwed.

I sat there trembling and fucking tired ,trying not to look at him dress.

#smut #gay

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