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runa-falls · 7 months

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imagine convincing steven to let you suck his dick for 'practice' so you'll know how to do it when you get a boyfriend. but the whole time, the only boyfriend you want is him.

suddenly, he's thinking about you 24/7, craving your messy mouth and the painful dig of your nails against his thigh when he pushes in too much. he falls in love with the way you take care of him, how you can go from eagerly swallowing him down to cooing soft praises when he's coming down from his high.

so when he's reminded of why you're really doing this, he becomes a tad bit possessive. he holds you closer, kisses you harder, and keeps you in his arms a little longer. in his mind, he should be the only one tugging at your hair and staring down at your glistening eyes as he drives himself against your face again and again.

one day, he finally says it.

your lips are still plump and red, the only evidence of the activities that you were doing just a handful of minutes ago. he fiddles with his hands as he watches you search around his flat for your things.

this is one of the few times he hasn't held you in his arms afterwards. he feels empty. alone. he wants to reach out, stop your frantic searching, and tug you onto his lap. he wants to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck and breathe you in. he wants you to stay.

you said were meeting up with someone for lunch. you didn't specify who and you didn't seem like you wanted to. his heart dropped at the mention of someone else and there was only silence between the two of you. it was a piercing needle of reality popping his lovesick bubble.

you seemed disappointed by his silence, a slight frown pulling at the corners of your lips. you merely returned his silence and stood up to look for your shirt.

you're tying your shoes when he finally speaks up.

"don't go." you don't look up, but he knows you heard him because your hands are frozen above your shoes with your laces pinched between your fingers. "stay...here. with me."

you huff out a sigh, finally looking up with inquiring eyes.

"what are you saying, steven?"

"i don't want to do this anymore." you drop your laces and turn your body to face his. everything just spills from his lips, "i know you just wanted help to please your next partner, but i can't stand the idea of seeing you with anyone but myself."

"steven..." you stand up and walk over to the bed where he sits, carelessly leaving your one shoe untied. you rest a hand on his shoulder, urging him to meet your gaze. dark lashes frame his warm brown eyes. "there isn't anyone else."

he blinks as a dusting of pink rises to his cheeks, confused and a bit embarrassed. "...there isn't?"

"no."

"then who are you seeing for lunch?"

"there is no lunch." you confess, "it's selfish, but i just wanted you to tell me not to go..."

gentle fingers wrap around your wrist, "then don't."

"steven, i already told you, there is no lun--"

you yelp when you're abruptly pulled against him, your chest meeting his. "don't go. ever." his other hand cradles your jaw and pulls you in until your lips are nearly touching his. "stay with me." his voice lowers to a whisper, but you swear you can feel the vibrations flood through your body.

"ok."

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #quick thought #im sorry this is so similar to friendly favors #im still not back on writing tho i just had something to jot down #moon knight fanfic

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muffinlance · 1 year

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After reading the tags on your latest post I was wondering if it would be possible for you to make a brief overview of the iffy tropes/details your sensitivity reader helped you pick up on? Of course it wouldn't replace doing research ourselves, but I'd love to hear about it regardless!

Have not run it by them yet because it is in no fit state for human consumption at this point; the tropes are just from reading their blog + others on Tumblr + general Internet research including the excellent "blind people walk you through normal activities from their perspective" videos on YouTube. But off the top of my head:

Face touching. Where the blind person gropes someone's face to see? Sighted people made that up. I rewrote a chapter in Towards the Sun when I realized that one. Which makes sense, because why would a blind person be any more inclined to run their hands all up in your facial juices. Eww.

Negating blindness with magic and pretty much ignoring the blindness henceforth. Which is why Zuko isn't going to learn to see with firebending. There are very interesting discussions on how Toph herself fits and doesn't fit into this trope; finding them is left as an exercise for the reader.

Token blind character, AKA only having one blind person in the narrative who represents All Blind People. Going to have a few blind NPCs running around, with various levels of sight and accommodations, to thoroughly negate this one.

Being Depressed and/or Overly Inspirational about the blindness. AKA character devotes a large chunk of the story to bemoaning their blindness, with bonus inspirational "overcoming" at the end. Think about how it would feel if the majority of characters like you spent vast word counts hating the thing that makes them like you. And then solving it, in a way you can't, so they don't have to have the tragic fate of Being Like You. ...So Zuko is not getting cured, and he's also not wasting much time wallowing in an angst puddle.

Etc.

Basically, I want this to be a story that low vision folks can read and go "that was fun and less offensive than 70% of actual media representations", and sighted people can go "that was fun and hopefully I internalized some positive things that will make me less likely to grab a blind person's arm and forcibly Help Them Cross The Road, Try To Pet Their Dog (and Get Huffy When Asked to Please Not), or Call People Out On Not Being Blind Because They Don't Fit The Stereotypes".

#I am never going to claim to be an expert on this topic #but I'm pretty sure I can do it better than 70% of writers actually getting paid to write a blind character #which says less about my research skills and more about how media favors sighted-friendly interpretations of blindness #worst story I've come across is the blind actor who didn't get a role playing a blind person #because they came off as too competent at navigating the set #surely no sighted person would believe that this actor was actually blind!#...yep #avatar the last airbender #atla #blind Zuko #no specification necessary Toph #actual low vision folks please feel free to correct anything in this post #or my stories in general #it was reader feedback that got me to fix that Towards the Sun chapter #and it is a far better chapter for it

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vinetae · 1 year

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Friendly Favor - Chapter 2: Shamelessly Us

Pairing: College student!Jungkook x Virgin!Reader

Genre: Smut, Friends to lovers, angst, and more smut.

Warnings: Nothing too serious. Just a lot of 3rd base play, alright? I'm not gonna spoil it..

A/N: I HAVE A LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH THE DADDY KINK, ALRIGHT?!?!?

Part 1: Beginning

Part 2: Shamelessly Us -psst! You're on it..-

Part 3: TBW

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A knock interrupts his marathon session of Shameless.

Yes, Jungkook liked it.

Can you judge him? Fiona was hot as hell. (Fuck yes she is Kookie)

He rises from the couch, brushing the crumbs from his lap before reaching upwards to pop his back. He’d been laying here for about 5 hours now just scrolling through Netflix until he’d found a show that had a character who looked almost identical to you. After he’d finished that, -and finished something else with you in mind- he’d switched to Shameless. You promised to start the show with him once exam season had been through, but your boyfriend and you had some issues with each other. Soon after, you’d left him for the third time.

Jungkook knew this pattern.

You only came into his life when it was convenient for you.

Everytime you’d broken up with any of your shitty old boyfriends, you’d come knocking at his door, already busting through to break into his secret stash of ice cream and other junk food.

He sighs, cracking his knuckle as he makes his way to his padlocked apartment door. You crack it open, rubbing sleep from his eyes to focus on your figure.

“Hey Y/n-” You bust through the door abruptly, already making your way to his pull-out sofa. You plop down, accidentally sitting on the remote that’d poked you in the ass.

“Ow! Damn thing!” You throw it across the room while folding your arms across your chest. Your wispy bangs come to fall in front of your face. Some strands come to stand up all on their own accord.

“Nice to see you too..” He mumbles, before clicking the door into place, joining you on the couch. He reaches for the flung remote, pressing play. You glare his way, taking in a deep sigh to cut through the silence.

Nothing.

Does this bitch even acknowledge you??

You sigh once more, just to have your demeanor ignored.

“Jungkook!” You sit up, grabbing the remote from his grip.

“What?” You look at your angered frame, but still have his eyes trained on the TV screen.

You scoff, leaning back down against the couch. “Nevermind.”

He shrugs, placing his full attention back on the television’s screen. The bright colors flash back and forth as Jungkook’s eyes follow in pursuit. He looked so cute. Like a kid watching his favorite cartoon series on an early Saturday morning. A smile creeps your lips, as you lean over to study his face even more. His arched brows raise slightly from the show’s plot twist. His plump lips fall open slightly, forming an O-shape. Your hand reaches over to travel up the sides of his upper body. Fingers lightly dancing across his shapely bicep. You feel the corner of your mouth starting to drool from the sight. His tattooed arm comes to rest on the back side of the couch, as he relaxes while spreading his legs a bit farther apart. Your tongue comes to lick the pads of your lips at the sight.

Just imagining kneeling down between his lucious, juicy thighs as his head falls back to rest against the couch. Legs shaking as your lips wrap around the head of his cock, tongue swirling around the plush muscle before wrapping the rest of your palm curve against the base before bobbing your head to a slowed pace. His hand twinning in your locks, as his abdomen tenses from the pleasure. The ripples of his abs twitch in unison, as he watches you sat neatly between the spread of his legs. God, how you wish he would press you up against a wall -glass or not- fucking you in the most sultry position known to man before ripping your body from the flat surface, throwing you onto the plush of his bed sheets. The ones you’d been on so many times before, but that..

That would be a different situation.

Tattooed hand comes to wrap around the base of your throat as your hands card through his natural black locks. The sound of skin slapping and both of your moans would mix into such a beautiful tune only the two of you could produce.

“Y/n?” A soft voice pulls you from your daze. Your legs press together tightly, rubbing themselves uncomfortably to try and dim the fire that started in your stomach. You hum, subtly watching the stupid TV he’d been so caught up on.

“Is it that hot outside? You’re sweating.” You tilts his head, as you quickly swipe your inner wrist across your forehead. A glimmering sheet of sweat had definitely formed all across your heated skin.

No, Jungkook.

It had been particularly hotter the past few days but..

That’s not why she had been sweating.

“Ah, yeah I guess. I’ll go wash my face real quick” You stand quickly, making haste to the other side of his apartment. You shut the door, leaning against the wooden flat surface. Pulling the tights of your underwear down, you take notice of the excess lubricant your body has produced more than usual. You sigh, trying to find some way to fix it.

You can’t stay like this. Especially around Jungkook.

Your hand trails down the track of your body slipping between the parts of your legs. You lean over, finally finding the pleasure your body had been craving for so much. This was okay, right? I mean, you hadn’t really had time for yourself ever since exam week had started. You’d hole-ed yourself in your shared apartment and focus on making As on your tests.

You deserve a little treat, right?

Yeah.

“Oh god-” You cup the palm of your hand over your parted lips, wanting nothing more than to be fucked against this shitty counter-top. Your mind wanders back to your previous thoughts.

The way Jungkook would slam you against the backs of his shower wall. Legs wrapped around his thin waist as he fucks into you like you’re the last woman on planet earth. The tip of his cock roughly slamming against your cervix, bottoming himself out into your aching core. Your fingers lace down to toy with the throbbing of your clit. Your legs are shaking to keep their hold. Your hand travels back to support the weight of your body against the bathroom sink, your whole body convulsing to the built up pressure threatening to implode in you.

“Fuck!” You moan out, not caring anymore if the fucking president of the united states heard your screams.

“J-Jungkook!” Your body flings forwards, lips dropping to form a widened O-shape.

A deep chuckle interrupts your thoughts.

“Well this isn’t because of the weather.” Your eyes catch his gaze, his arms folded across the curve of his heaving chest. Eyebrows knit together in curiosity and intrigue.

“By all means, continue.” He walks in before shutting the door behind himself, striding over to sit on the tub’s edge. The tips of his fingers come to rest on your hips, twisting your frame around gently to get a better look. He sucked in a breath, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Damn, baby. Who knew all that was hiding behind those bummy clothes?” A whin catches in the back of your throat at his words.

“How about you give your tits some attention too?” You shake your head, continuing your motions against your throbbing clit. The muscles in your fingers threaten to give from the speed you’re going at. He asks before roughly prying your hand from your womanhood.

“What the f-fuck!” He flashes you a dark smirk.

“Didn’t I tell you to do something?”

Your breath heaves in your chest as you reply “ Didn’t I tell you to go fuck yourself?”

“The only person who wants to fuck me, is you darling.” He leans up, pulling your cheek down to his level before whispering against the shell of your ear.

“And you’re not gonna get that unless you do as I say.” If your breath was faltering before, it should be lacking enough now to make you faint.

Holy shit.

This is happening.

He smirks, twisting his back to lean against one of the tub’s walls. His arms folded across his chest, as he watched your stilled frame contemplate on what to do.

“Your choice, baby girl.”

Your hands slowly make their way to the rounds of your breasts, fondingly the erect buds between your thumb and forefinger.

“Mmmm, Good. Suck your fingers. Show me how much of a dirty girl you are.” You comply, bringing the length of your middle finger up to insert past your lips.

“Good girl. Bend over. Let me so how wet you are.” You turn around before bending your body forward, as a warm hand comes up to tug at the flesh of your ass before a harsh slap is applied. You moan, steading yourself against the counter’s edge.

“What a dirty baby. You like daddy spanking you so roughly?” You nod softly, pressing your ass further into his view, wanting more.

“Dirty. Are you sure you're a virgin baby? Cause you’re acting like such a slut.”

“N-No! I’m completely a virgin, Koo- Daddy! Just for you” He groans before running his hands along the lengths of your inner thighs before taking your soaked heat into his hand, cupping over the dripping muscle.

“So wet for daddy, huh? Ah, just waiting for me to take you, huh?” You nod, not believing what kind of shit you’re saying right now.

He wraps his strong bicep around your bent figure, bringing you up to stand straight with him.

“Show me how much you want me, darling.”

He throws your body gently onto the couch’s plush material, sending you both into a fit of laughter.

“Here?” You chuckle while trying to catch your breath.

“Oh, the princess would like to move to the bed huh?” You choke, hitting his bicep abruptly.

“It’s going down, Kook” He quickly checks his trousers, a very prominent tent still strained hard against his fabric.

“No, it’s still there” You laugh at his comment, pulling him down onto the couch with you.

“No idiot, I meant mine!” You flip his body over, hovering over his parted thighs now. He chuckles before gripping your hips to pull your body closer to his.

“What? You have nothing that’ll go down!” You smirk, glancing up to him through batted eyelashes.

“Yes I do.” You slowly lower yourself between his thick thighs, settling down on to the floor propped on your knees. His breath catches in the back of his throat, as he takes in his bottom lip from the sight.

“Y/n.. We dont- I don’t wanna make you feel like you’re obligated to do this or some- sHIT!” Your lips had already found their way to encase the tip of his cock. The pre-cum already doing such a fine job of lubricating not only your hands, but the rest of his girth as well. You raise your head off just a bit to flash him a small smirk.

“Just because I’ve never had one in me doesn’t mean I don’t know my way around a dick, Kook.” He chuckles, licking the bottom pads of his lips so they wouldn’t crack. Your hands come to rest on the inner thighs, while your tongue swirls circles round his reddened tip. Kitten-like licks are applied to the sides, as he sucks in another ragged breath.

“Fuck-” He curses, moving some strands of hair away from your face to get a better view of this.

“Just how many dicks has a baby girl sucked, hmm?”

There he was.

“About 5 or so” You moan against the length of his cock, laying thick stripes against the sides before moving your focus back to the squishy tip. He sits up, immediately pulling his cock from your lips.

“F-Five?! Jesus Y/n.. and none of them tried to fuck you?” You shake your head.

“That’s not important right now though.” You rub the palms of your hands smoothly over the curves of his thighs, trying to get the mood back.

“I mean shit.. I knew your old boyfriends were pieces of absolute dog shit but I didn’t know they didn’t even return the-” He stops for a minute.

“Oh, I’m so fucking stupid!” You’re taken back by his words. He pulls his trousers from the rest of his body before picking your figure up bridal style, walking you two into the bedroom.

“What?? Kook I thought we were gonna-”

“Have you ever had any of them go down on you?” Your eyes widen at his choice of words. You try to think back, only ever really recalling the moments you had their cocks shoved down your throat.

“What are you trying to do- We were doing just fine on the cou-” His gaze traps your own. Chocolate eyes bare into yours, as he pulls the other sock off from his foot.

“I said,'' He crawls on top of your figure, hovering over before ghosting your lips with his own. The motion sends a certain sound to rumble in your chest.

“Any of those mother fuckers had the pleasure of eating this pussy out, baby girl?” You shake your head, closing your eyes as he places soft licks to the base of your neck before moving his motions downwards towards your sopping core.

“Poor baby. What a bunch of dicks. Having to suck all of them off without even getting any repayment for yourself?” He moans against the inner flesh of your thighs before dipping his head down to your heat.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

You watch as the crown of his head is barely visible anymore. A wet sensation presses against the flat of your sopping core.

“Yeah, not really into the whole daddy thing, gguk.” You chuckle, His head lifts to meet with your gaze.

“Then what would you want me to call you? Y/n? No offense, but that’s not exactly the most moan-able name” You hit his arm, as his chuckle brushes against the heat of your core.

“Just anything other than daddy, alright?” He shrugs, going back down to level himself with your core.

“You know, you’re a real mood killer, madam tillywinkle the second.” You sit up grabbing onto his shoulder for support as your body flies forward, sending you into a laughing fit.

“Y-You ass!” He smirks at your laughter, giving your bum a slight smack.

“No darling, your ass.” You hit his arm again not being able to stop yourself from falling over from his ridiculous comments.

“Why did it have to be that name!” you felt tears welling in the ducts of your eyes. His laughter soon coming to join yours, mainly in confusion.

“It’s the first thing that came to mind. You said you didn’t like the whole daddy thing so I-”

“Don’t change my name! You’re supposed to change yours!” You both now are in a hysterical fit of giggles. You repeat the silly nickname, trying to sound on your tongue.

“Well if I’m tillywinkles the.. What? Third?” He shakes his head, leaning over to rest his elbows on a pillow next to you.

“The second.” You burst out laughing even more. Not even trying to hide it anymore.

“The second, then you’re gonna be dubbed Sir bumpskis the eleventh!” His eyes widen at the newly found nickname, as his smile mirrors your own.

“The eleventh!? Jesus! How many times did my family fuck to get eleven Bumpskises!?” You’re both now deliriously laughing at the whole situation.

“Well how was I named tillywinkle!?” He shrugs, flashing you his famous bunny smile while reaching over to pull a blanket on top of you two.

“I’m sorry, Y/n..” He sighs, waiting to respond until your laughter has died down.

“Sorry for what?” You scoot closer to his side, sitting adjacent to where he laid.

“I ruined this for you. We were doing so well, so into it, and I came and ruined it.”

“Actually you didn’t cum at all.” He chuckles at your silly response.

“Never say never” He lifts the sheets, pulling down his loosely hung trousers, flashing a darkened spot on the center of his boxers. He pulls the elastic back up into place, sighing as he switches on the TV’s brightly lit screen, scrolling through Netflix.

“Lucky.” He nods, ashamed.

“You would’ve too if it wasn’t for my stupid mouth..”

“Wasn’t your mouth the whole plan to make me cum too?”

“Wow Y/n, you’ve just got a comeback for everything, don’t ya?”

You smile, curling up to his arm, linking yours two together while focusing your attention on the black and red screen.

“Can’t come back if I never even came at all.” You tease, poking his side. He sighs out of frustration, but also laughter from your cute motion.

“I/m really sorry.” You shake your head, warding off the stupid thoughts.

“Don’t be kook. We can try again later. Plus, I’m kinda hungry. Why don’t we order something?” He nods, reaching over to pull the small black case from his trousers pockets. As the line rings, he hands you the remote to find you two a movie to watch while waiting for the food.

“Yeah, two boxes of sweet and sour pork, but no jalapenos. Rice with veggies.” You tap his shoulder, lifting your eyebrows to signal to him something.

“Ah, make that two boxes of rice and veggies, please. Alright, thank you.” You sigh, leaning against his strong bicep, snuggling the tip of your nose into the crease. You hum, feeling content in the moment.

“Thanks for being my friend, Kook.” You hum softly, snuggling up to his large figure. His hand comes to pat the top of your head gently before a soft kiss is placed on the crown of your forehead.

“Thank you for breaking up with all of your looser exes. Seriously, Y/n. You’ve got bad taste when it comes to men.” You sigh, rolling your eyes at his remark.

“You’re a man, are you not?”

With this he just chuckles, intertwining your hands together as your focuses zoom back in on the picked avenger’s movie.

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Friendly Favor is finally back on, baby! I had written this about a year ago, then jumped off the planet earth lmao. Looking forward to seeing these two!

I'm going to be creating a new taglist for tommorow. This series was originally going to go on permanent hiatus but an idea had popped into my head right before I made the final cut.

Hope you enjoyed it!

My other series will be updated soon! I just work on any fic I get an idea on at the time and publish it as soon as I can. Right now, Full Circle is in a bit of a rut because I don't know how to plan stuff very well and hahahahahhaha ADHD's got the best of me

You got the best of me

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dundundundundundundundundun

you got the best of meeeee

so please just don't leave mehhhhh

I wanted to do that. Anyways, please be patient with all of my updates for fics. <3

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orchideae · 5 months

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A few quick random tidbits about Yanshang Teahouse:

— Teahouse/casino. While said to be 'disguised' as a teahouse, Yanshang does seem to genuinely function as one, or at least during the daytime. And it's primarily during the evening hours that it functions more actively as a casino. Now I need to note, the latter is not public knowledge. Or rather, it's more so a rumor that holds a fair bit of truth to it. But a rumor is a rumor nonetheless. This is vital, because it is because of this that it is still running. I've spoken a fair bit about this behind the scenes lately, but Yanshang functions as a casino because it draws 'less than good people' into a surrounding that has everything playing against them, and through that, Yelan is able to gather intelligence that benefits everyone, especially Ning. So if the latter for example, Ningguang were to know its full ins and outs, it would actually mean that she'd have to turn a blind eye to something that is not fully legal, which spells all kinds of trouble for the person responsible for, well, the law in Liyue Harbor?

— Gambling. Yelan has gained a reputation for her gambling skills, and is even rumored to cheat when the need calls for it (though of course, this isn't picked up on, it seems!), as is noted in her fifth character story: "If there is a draw, that could only mean one thing: Her opponents are cheating too.", and so potential opponents are advised to steer clear of playing against her through word on the streets of the harbor.

— Home? While this is not Yelan's home whatsoever, there is an upstairs area that is something akin to her 'private quarters'. It holds no personal affects that are tied to her directly, but to an extent, if one were to ever intrude/break in (past The Halbert and the Fang, somehow), you'd find the 'guise' tied to this notorious woman who owns Yanshang. But this guise is not quite her. Again, she works in personas, some much more realistically than others (the art of it, is knowing what of yourself you put into personas as to add to their authenticity's longevity). Either way, there is a comfort and peace that she finds in it, and the room is somewhat styled into a decorum that Yelan appreciates, beyond the 'keeping up appearances' aspect to it. It is hers in the end, to some degree.

— Finances. While one would be led to believe that Yelan gains a lot of financial benefits through Ningguang, Yelan's second character story might beg to differ: 'The way (Yelan) sees it, she is not so much working for Ningguang as making good on her end of the deal, or rather... she is honoring a certain pact. She plucks the fruits of intelligence from the tree of danger for Ningguang, and in return, all she asks for is danger itself and the sense of achievement.' While I'm decently certain that Yelan might occasionally stand to gain some sort of financial gain through the Qixing, it seems evident that it's not what her primary motive is. Yelan seems to not be interested in luxury by default (she lived in a hut for a long time), and more so seeks a sense of freedom, thrill and personal achievement. Now do I think that because of this, she's not well off? No, I simply think that the majority of her income may actually come from Yanshang Teahouse, and, to put it not-so-eloquently, ripping off bandits, and hopefully, specifically some Fatui in the process.

#[ meta. ] the chances are if i open this door; there can be no witnesses left alive. is that a sufficient reason for you?#[ a big motivator for the last one also is that the security and 'receptionist' for yanshang never changed after yelan took it over. ]#[ which tells me they're likely loyal to coin (as most in that field are to be fair) or are subject to blackmail. ]#[ one may be tempted to think the latter; but that's not quite... safe enough. as in jail there's resentment that forms and then... ]#[ word of mouth and they'd become yelan's (or the tea house's) enemies rather than keeping them neutral or friendly. ]#[ so i like to think it's coin. but also considering the direct trade route/delivery route that we know canonically runs from... ]#[ chenyu vale to yanshang-- there's /got/ to be enough money in circulation there. ]#[ she has a decent pouch of mora on her. that and an even bigger pouch of favors people owe her (and vice versa). ]#[ any way; i'll likely be adding to this! ]

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wisdomfish · 2 months

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People are breezing through those wide, comfortable, inviting gates with all their baggage, their self-needs, their self-esteem, and their desire for fulfillment and self-satisfaction. And the most horrible thing about it is they think they’re going to heaven. And somebody thinks he’s done them a big favor by coming up with a consumer friendly gospel about which everybody feels good. ~ John MacArthur

#breezily #wide load #favor #consumer friendly #self #baggage

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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WAYMENT

AU where Bruce is married to Minkhoa bc reasons and he's having an affair

(if you can even call it that; marriage and love don't need one or the other, but matrimony begs affection. There's nothing even close to that between them. Animals can't love hunters)

with HARVEY?? AKA KHOA'S CRIME RIVAL? juicy spicy sign me up

They might as well be morning greetings, or kisses good night, or a simple touch between friendly hands. But. Harvey notices and he calls it out and seems hurt Bruce didn't even consider to hint at them.

" I didn't think it'd be important. He does way worse to way better people."

" I know. I'm there for it. Doesn't make this okay," It's not that big, it's what gets Harvey, personally. They're just small and deep. Brutal for the fun of brutal.

" You know I used to lock up guys like him. And 7 out of 8 times, this won't end well for you."

" no one has it good," Bruce hums, and pours himself a glass of brandy.

He mixes sugar in it. He hasn't touched a glass since he was 14, and Alfred found him dead drunk in his papa's study, their funeral not even a day old. " Not in Gotham. "

" So it's not good with me, is what you're saying" Harvey aims for humor, but it's been a while since he joked around with anyone, let alone pretty, tortured, gilded Bruce wayne.

Bruce shakes his head, " It's good BECAUSE it's you. "

Just thinking about Bruce back at that place, back to Khoa, - and whenever he elopes nightly, or weekly, or monthly with Harvey? He never feels a crumb of guilt.

He never thinks of his parodical husband once. When Khoa touches him, or kisses him, he fees guilty because of HARVEY

#THEM THEM THEMMMMMM #harvey dent i love you so much #i think i posted this au already but idc #not minkhoa friendly #not ghostmaker friendly #bruharvey #tw infidelity #ig???#tw bruises #bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #twobats #do yourself a favor and listen to me and my husband by mitski #text

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runa-falls · 7 months

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what's 'My Turn' about?!

'my turn' is the third installment of my fwb!steven (friendly favors) series!

basis of the fic: marc has had enough of watching you take advantage of steven and not him…

here's a snippet [cw: 18+, slightly dub-con]:

he doesn't shy back at your presence. if anything, he sits up to give you a better view. his hands move methodically -- controlled, stroking himself from tip to base as his half-lidded eyes stare straight back at you.

at first, you think he's steven, though his dark smirk and confident posture nearly makes him unrecognizable. but if he isn't steven, then who could he be?

"mm..steven...you're quite needy right now aren't you?" your skin buzzes with anticipation just by being in the same room as him.

you saunter over to him with grace, craving to coax out soft whines and stutters from your favorite boy. you love looking down at him like this, feeling the air of superiority as he falls apart below you.

you're surprised to hear an american accent answering you: "m'not steven, sweetheart."

you finally notice that the usual warmth in those familiar brown eyes is gone, replaced with something intense -- harsher. you almost take a step back with the realization.

"m-marc?"

#wips #marc spector x reader #marc spector smut #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #potential dub con elements!#friendly favors #ozzie!

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pttucker · 7 months

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[Constellation who likes to change genders is persuading Constellations.] …Huh? [Using masterful conversational techniques, the Constellation who likes to change genders is arguing that this fight will not be good for either side.] I couldn't figure out what's going on with this situation. …The Constellation who likes to change genders was doing what?

Loki supporting his fellow silver-tongued trickster.

Though now I fear what Dokja has unknowingly promised him, especially since Loki was quick to say that it’s a “very small favor” definitely not related to changing gender.

Actually, now that I think about it…

Goes to check something

"By the way, are you a couple?" "…It is just a coincidence. It is a common design." [The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' is delighted for an unknown reason.] [A constellation who likes to change gender has shining eyes.]

…Yeahhhh

What exactly did you agree to, Dokja?

#kdj #orv loki #orv #orv liveblog #orv spoilers #orv novel chapter 393 #omniscient reader’s viewpoint #I genuinely don’t think the favor will be a big deal #he saved yjh’s life for the low low loooow price of just wanting him to transform into a woman for like 10 minutes a day for a week #also he’s seemed vaguely friendly to uriel in the past #as well as dokja himself #lmfao I remember back when the Punisher first appeared Uriel IMMEDIATELY rushed off to asgard lol #and right after the above quoted passage uriel is like holding him back lmao #holding him back from what I can only guess

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mqfx · 7 months

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one of the things I think about in tgcf is how the characters' friend circles actually function. like as it is in the novels, everything circles around xl (main character, duh) but we do get glimpses of other cliques (3 tumors, ghost city, banyue) and I'm so interested in whatever else they might have going on. do the martial gods hang out with each other (especially during the rebuilding since they're all stuck in a palace)? what's lqq's situation. does qyz have any friends?? what are the dynamics there. do either mq or fx hang out with other people?? because if they don't that seems like just such a terribly lonely godhood for all of them

#hewwo #MY headcanon: although mq doesn't have f-f-f-friends per se he has amicable connections with the civil gods #they see him as the Jock Exception and there's probably favor trading going on #meanwhile fx drinks with the martial gods and he does have ''friends'' but none that are as close to him as xianle trio were #lqq is Friendly with people but sees no need to have a Best Friend. just hangs out with his middle court officials and mingles with others #qyz is the loneliest according to canon 😔 just hold on king a true clown is on his way to u!!!!#well i don't think qyz even cares to have friends unless they're yy but we know how that went

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