“I love you, Yoshiki. Maybe not in a romantic or friendly kinda way, though. I reckon it’s different from any human emotion altogether. But still, that’s truly how I feel. Not as Hikaru, but as the monster I really am.”
you ever think abt sally and percy possibly ending up homeless if gabe didnt feel like dealing with them
do you rhink hes kicked them out of the house before for that exact reason? maybe for a few hours to a few days before he forgot why he was mad and they could silently move back in
do you ever wonder if, before sally met gabe, she and percy had been living on the streets? maybe not all the time, maybe they could find cheap places to stay, but still wonder if its happened
"A player’s history is considered, alongside several determining factors, in supplemental discipline decisions reviewed by the Player Safety Committee." uhhuh sure
One of these was a 2-game suspension and one is only 1. Btw.
a whole bunch of nothing. but im depressed, angry, sad, tired and a lot of emotions more, so I need to shift the focus. not read-proof, no ai, english aint my native language so yeah. a bunch of shit put together (nsfw- no minors, +21 only).
both, gabe and nate, were having a field day with you. completely overwhelmed by the fact that both of them were praising you in ways you didnt even know were possible.
nate was siting down, with his back on the headboard, legs spread. you on the other hand, were on your hands and knees. your hands currently digging your nails in nate's thighs.
he was caressing your face with such a care, smug smile on his face, almost, evil. gabe was behind you, cock buried in your wet cunt.
“what do you say, nate? how many more does she have?”
nate kissed your face while you kept gasping, almost teary while looking at him.
“I hope many, what do you think honey?” you were a mess, barely even listening to whatever they were saying, your blurry vision was fixed on nates blue eyes. he look at you patiently, before repeating the question “no…I cant”
nate smiled before kissing a tear that was running down your check
“no? so you won't cum with me?”
a whine escaped you at the sound of his words., you'd never let this end until you felt him inside you. he has been mean, letting his captain have fun with you, but you wanted him, so badly.
“oh nate, she's squeezing me, i think she does have a few more for you” gabe slide off you, and you almost collapsed on nates arms.
nate took the moment to bring you closer and whisper in your ear “how do you feel?” you couldn't even think of an answer, but nate was a patient man. after a few seconds you answered a whiney ‘good’, but that was not enough for him. "im good, and happy. and very content" nate smiled at your words before placing a (way too short) kiss on your forehead. gabe was also smiling at you, while stroking his now, wet cock.
nate told his friend how you didnt like all fours, while helping you lie down on your back. he told him how you preferred being under him, holding onto him whenever the feeling grew too intense.
with one last kiss, nate slid inside you, while you grabbed gabe's cock and stroked it yourself.
you were completely overwhelmed, your strokes were uneven, stopping when nate made you feel so good you'd swear you'd see stars. That didn't seem to be a problem for gabe, because seconds before you came again, his cum spurted all over your chest.
i think a lot about the loneliness of being aromantic. because it's something that's so profound, right? you're told your whole life that you need something to make you happy, to make you complete, to give you connection with other people, and when you realize you're aro, that's torn away from you. everything you've been raised to want is no longer something that will fulfill you. you are not built to be happy. and it gets better with time, it does! you restructure your world view, bit by bit, and the sting fades, but... i don't think it ever truly goes away. it's hard to express, because i love being aro, and i'm happy being aro, i wouldn't want to be any other way, but at the same time. there is such a profound heartbreak to knowing that you will never be someone's most important person in a society that values romance. that you'll never get the happy ever after that you were promised as a child. and you know you can be happy. but there's a lifetime of amatonormativity that lives in your brain and tells you that you can't.
Paul x Irulan is for intellectuals, I love them soooo much
the indignity of having to marry ur fathers usurper! of being denied of what is urs by right! his wife his empress in name only! not being allowed to have an heir. her dynasty ending with her! the polite and stilted courtesy in public! maybe uncovering. excavating even something more real and earnest in their recording sessions! going from resentment to something softer over the years. but the distance the distrust the dismissal festering regardless! they have so much going on its great 👍
