#AGR Publicity

[genshindsau]

Summary: Scaramouche knew the rules and what happens when he breaks them and yet he continued to do so. The day went by without you punishing him and yet the following day from the moment he woke up until the moon shone, he was tormented and teased to the breaking point.

Content warning: dom!reader, sub!scaramouche, dom/sub universe, edging, vibrator is left inside of scaramouche, teasing, mentions of somno, aimed to be gender neutral reader, love sick reader, fem!reader, touching over clothes, anal, butt plug, teasing, use of commands, mentions of subspace, dub-con towards the end (scaramouche says no but there is a safeword in place), public play(?), mentions of nonsexual dom/sub, scaramouche passing out, male squirting/wetting, aftercare is implied but not described, mindbreak(?), begging, scara calls reader master

Scaramouche wanted to yell, wanted to scream, wanted to curse you out - also wanted to curse himself out. However, he refrained; knowing that everything that happened starting from the moment he woke up was his fault.

He was still hazy with sleep as you maneuvered him. Placed on his stomach, he yawned into the pillow which was quickly replaced with a moan. His hips arched up into the cool, wet fingers that were prodding around his rim.

"You didn't think I'd forget about your behavior yesterday?"

He smirked against the pillow. "Oh and here I thought you forgot." He was teasing and you knew not to take what he said to heart. You both agreed not to do anything last night due to general tiredness and a rough day. Yes, Scaramouche was expecting - and looking forward - to be punished last night but you took a step back, not feeling like you were in the right headspace to do anything like that. Thus you both pushed it back.

You tsked and two of your fingers pushed into him. He winced at the slight burn from the stretch but didn't try to move away. Your other hand rubbed the skin of his waist.

"hahh - y/n," the curl of your fingers left you brushing against the one spot that leaves him seeing stars. Perhaps it was the sleepiness that was still lingering but even the slightest graze of your fingers left him moaning out happily.

Instead of getting him off right there, you pulled back before inserting one more finger. You moved your fingers, opting to stretch him out.

"What're you doing," he slurred out, slightly annoyed that you were not letting him cum.

"Hm, you didn't think this was you're punishment did you?" You tsked, "No, sweet boy this is just your preparation."

"Preparation?"

You hummed happily. "Yup, for this." You eagerly picked up an object that left him blanching.

He squirmed in his spot next to you, trying not to gain the attention of your friends. He glared at you from the corner of his eye. The two of you both had the day off for the first time in almost two month and you took the opportunity to plan today to the tee. The first plan was meeting a few of your friends for breakfast.

The plug inside of him was bearable at first. Yes when he sat down he had to dig his nails into his palm due to the position pushing the plug inside of him even deeper but other than that he was able to manage and even have a conversation with ajax and aether.

"I thought most of them wouldn't have agre-eed," His voice raised in pitch as he felt a vibrating inside of him. It was on a low setting most likely but it was still a sudden change.

Ajax's eyebrows furrowed "you good?"

Scaramouche coughed, "yes, sorry. As I was saying…" He looked over at you who was in your own conversation with Lumine. He spotted the small smirk on your lips and forced his eyes away. He was not going to give you the satisfaction.

You were barely listening to Lumine. Instead, opting to gaze at scaramouche. You stuck your hand into your pocket and ran a finger over the screen of your phone. The sudden increase in vibration left Scaramouche breathless. Luckily he wasn't in the middle of talking so he could restrain the moan. You gaze flickered down to his lap which was now supporting a growing bulge.

"Oy, lover girl," Lumine snapped her fingers in front of your face.

"What's up?"

"Seriously, you get more love sick every day." She sounded annoyed, but the teasing tone was obvious.

"Why wouldn't I?" You wrapped your hand around Scaramouche waist, squeezing the skin before pulling him closer to you. "Just look at him." You nuzzled your cheek against him.

"What - what are you doing," Scaramouche flushed due to the attention. His hand came up to the side of your face trying to push you away. You took this chance to increase the vibrations even more. He stilled, his hips jerking slightly. "ahh - ahem," he cleared his throat.

You grabbed one of his legs and rested it over your own, pretending to just want to be closer to him. Your friends laughed at the scene, used to this behavior from you. However, this position forced his legs open a little more. Luckily you're friends were sitting across from you, rather than next to you. They couldn't see your hand creeping up the inside of his thigh.

Your other hand decreased the vibrations, not wanting him to get overstimulated so early in the day - not when you have so much planned. After getting him a few minutes to calm down, your hand moved from his thigh, closer to the bulge in his pants. He gasped out as your hand rested over it and gave him a squeeze, cutting the conversation off and drawing attention towards him.

"Sorry, sorry," you raised your hands up innocently. "Wasn't watching my hands."

Scaramouche looked ready to yell at you at the insinuation but laughter filled the table.

"Who knew little scaramouche was so sensitive." Ajax teased him, pinching is cheek from across the table not realizing how true his words were. Your group of friends have know each other for a long time, sex topics were bound to come up every now and then.

"I swear to god I will snap your fingers," Scaramouche gritted out, glaring daggers at Ajax.

"Don’t be so mean," you playfully chided him.

"Like he knows any other way to be." Lumine shrugged but there was a smile on her face.

"I know," Ajax perked up. "Why don’t you command him to be nice for a whole day. Or at least nice to me; after putting up with him so long I think I deserve it." 

You rolled your eyes at his comment. It wasn't a true suggestion, Ajax was just trying to get Scaramouche riled up. "Hah? I'll kill you." Scaramouche looked ready to jump across the table and strangle him.

Luckily the arguing was cut short as food was placed in front of the five of you. The others didn't blink an eye as you platted Scaramouches food and then your own. Once he swallowed a few bites, you took the chance to turn the vibrations on again. You put it on the smallest setting, not wanting him to get overwhelmed while he was eating. The only indication that he felt them was when he dug his nails into your thigh. The rest of breakfast went smoothly - asides from Scaramouche becoming increasingly quiet.

The two of you were the last to leave, you opted to remain behind and order a smoothie to go. When the two of you were alone, you moved your head to the crease of his neck. He huffed but didn't push you away. "How do you feel?" Looking up at him you had a cheeky smile on your face. He glared down at you, refusing to give you what you want.

"Feel fine, why wouldn't I?"

"Just checking." You didn't seem perturbed at all by his attitude.

Now that the two of you were alone and further in the corner of the restaurant, you openly pulled him further into you. You ran your hands up his thighs, making sure to dig your nails into his skin that was visible due to his shorts. The scratch marks left over were a welcome addition.

The soft kisses on his neck, left him squirming underneath the ticklish feeling. "Were alone now. Can you at least kiss me?" You opted out of giving him an actual command for the time being.

He angled his head to face you and put on a false smile. He leaned forward until his nose brushed against your own. Right before you leaned in to press your lips to his he pulled back, "Nope." He wore a genuine smile this time at the frown on your lips.

"You really want to do this?" You cooed out, putting forth false innocence. "I think you're forgetting just what position your in." You pulled your phone out of your pocket this time, letting him see the screen. He watched as your thumb ran over the screen and, in turn, as the vibrations increased in intensity. He flinched at the ministrations and bit down on his lip.

One of your hands reached around the pull at his lip, freeing it and running your finger over his lips. Refusing to be the only one affected, he brought his tongue out and discreetly licked at your thumb. You just smile and watched in amusement as he fell forward when your other hand grasped at his cock through his shorts. You couldn't really jerk him off but you rubbed your hand around. He rested his head on the table and you could see the deep breaths he took through the movement of his back.

"You may want to sit up. I see the server coming over."

The fear of being seen caused Scaramouche to lurch up. Part of him just thought you were faking but he did see the server coming over with your drinks. He dug his nails into his palm and situated himself, making sure that it appeared that nothing was amiss - that there was nothing currently buzzing inside of him.

After paying for the drinks, you stopped the vibrations and stood up. "C'mon, there's still more to do."

Scaramouche was sure you were torturing him. You knew what you were doing; dragging him around town, messing with the vibrations and 'innocently' feeling around his body. Now, in the dressing room, it was the first semblance of privacy he has gotten since the morning when you first inserted the vibrator.

"Try this on," you threw a set of clothes towards him. He ran his finger over the cloth and glared at you as he recognized the sheer silk.

"You're not leaving?" He watched as you sat down on a chair in a large dressing room.

"Nope." You made it a point to lean back and get comfortable.

He grumbled under his breath and turned away from you. He discarded his clothes until he was left only in his underwear. He tucked his finger in the waistband and hesitated for only a second before tugging them down, pretending not to pay you any attention.

You felt your own arousal stir in you as you gazed at the butt plug. If you looked close enough you could probably see it move due to his clenching. He really was cute, trying to act unfazed but his body was giving him away. "Ah - ah - ah," you chided him. "Turn around. I wanna see."

"You can see plenty, I'm already naked as is." He threw a look over his shoulder.

Your lips pursed. He failed to notice as one of your hands returned to your pocket.

His knees buckled as the vibrations started up once more and his hand fell to the mirror in front of him to hold himself up. He took a deep breath before standing up once more. He's felt on edge since lunch, the constant uncertainty of when you'll start the vibration. He knew you weren't going to let him cum and he refused to ask, his pride too large. 

"Having fun," he managed to get out behind clenched teeth.

"Quite. C'mon now I picked these clothes out personally."

He grabbed the clothes and stepped into them. He pulled it up his body and couldn't deny that he didn't like the feeling of the silk on his skin. However, one thing he failed to noticed until he put the clothes on was that it was crotchless.

He heard your footsteps but did not turn around. "Bend over."

"Why?"

"Jus' wanna get a better look." You shrugged and he wanted to strangle you. You seemed so cool and calm compared to him, whose body felt like it was burning with desire.

The look on his face must have been obvious but you beat him to the punch. "Bend over."

His body seized up as the command registered in his mind. His body acted without hesitation, bending over, his hands bracing themselves on the mirror. "Good boy," you praised him as your ran a hand down his arched spine. Your hands trailed down until it reached the plug inside of him.

As the vibrations dulled down, you lightly tugged the plug out until the thickest part of the plug was stretching at his rim.

"ngh," he brough one hand to his mouth and bit down on it, trying to suppress his sounds. You twisted it, watching with almost fascination as his skin twitched around it. You then look at the mirror and made eye contact with him. He tried to glare at you but with his red face and bitten lips it was hard to take him seriously.

You then looked further down and caught a glimpse at his cock which was leaking against the cloth on his stomach. There was enough wetness to know that he has been dirtying the cloth since he put it on. Instead of reaching around him, you pushed the plug back inside of him. He let out a sigh.

"Looked close enough yet perv." You just smiled at him before the vibrations increased to its highest level. You pushed the plug in as far as it would go and pushed his waist down to where the angle allowed the vibration to stimulate his prostate.

"Y/n, wa-wait, haah" His hips jerked back, his knees wobbled and he was about to fall if it wasn't for you wrapping an arm around his waist. "'m gonna.." he trailed off because right as he was about to warn you about his impending orgasm, you cut the vibrations off. He lurched in your gasp, crying out as the orgasm was cruelly snatched away. With red-rimmed eyes, "Wha-why?"

"You really didn't think I'd allow you to cum right, its barely been half of the day."

His façade broke at the thought of this going on for the rest of the day. He couldn't think anymore, everything felt all fuzzy.

You noticed the change in his eyes and cupped the side of his face and turned it towards you. "Take these clothes off. Since you've dirtied them, I'll buy them then after that we'll go home, alright love." You recognized the headspace he slipped in and while you weren't ending his punishments it would be best to continue it at home where the two of you were alone.

Luckily it didn't take long to get home. The only hard part was getting him to the car, having too support a good portion of his weight, and then getting him inside of the house but as soon as he was in your house, he collapsed on the couch.

"whew," you wiped fake sweat off of your forehead before looking at Scaramouche. He was flushed and breathing deeply. You noted how he shrugged out of his jacket and was left in only a thin white shirt and his shorts which were bulging against the front.

"I - I don’t know why your acting like you've done any hard work." His voice shook as he talked. He was slipping in and out of a vulnerable headspace but now that the two of you were in private he felt more comfortable.

"Ill have you know that carrying a person up three flights of stairs is hard work."

He rolled his eyes. You just smiled and ran a hand down the side of his face before pushing his hair back.

"You really are pretty, y'know that." It was an absentminded comment but it had a surprising affect on Scaramouche.

It is not like you've never complimented him before but perhaps it is because of his nerves working on overdrive that that comment not only caused him to blush but it also left a noticeable damp spot building on his pants.

"oh," you dropped your gaze to his pants and ran one finger over him. He gasped out and his hips jerked into the touch. "What's this. One compliment and all the bravo from earlier disappears."

"Shut up," there was no real bite in his tone. He shoved your hand away and crawled onto your lap. "Just stop with this, its been hours."

"has it -"

"- don’t play dumb." He cut you off and realized almost right away the mistake he made. Now that the two of you were home, you had free reign to do whatever you want.

Your hands moved to cup his bottom, pulling him forwards so that he grinded against you.

"nghh," his hand fell the sofa next to your head. You had played with the vibrations in the car - bring him right to the edge of an orgasm before turning it off. You managed to do that about five times before you two got home so the overstimulation was sinking in.

As he leaned back, it pushed the plug a little deeper into him. "fuck, y/n." He grinded his hips forward, brushing his bulge against your own stomach. He repeated this motion, desperately chasing the orgasm he has been deprived of all day.

"Stop." He didn't even register the command but his body completely stopped moving. A wet sound slipped past his lips as he shuddered in your grasp.

"That's enough," you reached for the remote on the table in front of you while keeping him in your lap. "How about a movie."

A small groan left him and to get out some of his frustration he dug his nails into the skin of your arms. He was waiting for you to wince or curse but you barely acknowledged him - you even went as far to pet his head, as if consoling a misbehaving puppy.

"fine, fine, whatever." He moved off of you, expecting you to pull him back into you but you let him move to the other side of the couch. He tucked his legs under his chin and made sure not to have any contact with you. However, he realized quite fast what a mistake that was. His body was alight with arousal and yet even as he subtly shifted, it didn't feel as good as when you touched him. Glancing over at you he let out a small curse, hear he was practically panting with arousal while you seemed perfectly content, barely even looking at him instead focusing on the film.

The film passed by and without realizing he had his feet in your lap. You ran a finger over the arch of his bare feet and watched as he struggled to ignore you.

With the credits rolling, you opted to grab his thigh and pull him towards you. You met him half way until you were leaning over him. Even with the defiance he was struggling to show, his eyes were glazed over and out of focus. You angled your thigh so that it was pressed right up against his crotch.

With the new pressure, he grinded his hips against your thigh. The stimulation overwhelmed him and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you down into him trying to get some semblance of comfort. He kept pushing against you and as you pressed kisses to his neck, his head dropped back. The scrap of your teeth followed by the soothing feeling of your tongue left goosebumps forming.

You trailed the kisses down his neck, to his collarbone and down his shirt. He could feel the heat of your breath through his shirt and he couldn't stop the moans that left his lips especially when you sucked at his nipple through the shirt. "Don't cum." You murmured against him and as the command resonated through his body he stopped moving his hips.

"Thatss not fair." Tears welled up in his eyes but you ignored him and continued to move down his body. As your fingers moved under the band of his shorts, he lifted his hips out of instinct but was surprised when you actually pulled his shorts off - leaving his underwear one.

"Y/n," he wailed out, his upper body arching off of the bed. You licked at his cock over the cloth and nuzzled against him. The wetness that seeped through wasn't just from your tongue and saliva but his pre-cum. He was leaking so much that he should be embarrassed but all he wanted was for you to continue with your movements and finally allow him to cum.

When you pulled away, he couldn't help the wail that left him. "nonono I'm - sob - please no more. I'm…" he trailed off and yet as you allowed your hand to pass over his crotch he couldn't help the apologies that left his lips. "I'm sorry - alright - I'm sorry." Tears fell freely down his face, wetting his cheeks and making him look all the more enticing.

"I'm sure you are," you cooed leaning up to press kisses to his cheeks. "Just wait a little longer."  

His eyes widens and his mouth dropped open and you couldn't help but to press a kiss to his pouting lips. He shook his head and clung onto you. "I apologized okay," he couldn't hide how desperate he was. "I cant - I cant do this anymore." You gazed at him, waiting for him to say his safeword and yet he never did.

He dropped his gaze and took a shuddering breath. He squeezed his eyes shut and scrubbed his eyes with a fist trying to ease the burning of tears behind his eyelids. He felt you grasp his closed fist and bring it down from his face. His eyelids fluttered at the soft feeling of lips kissing them. His hand moved to clutch at the cloth of your pants, shakily clinging to it.

"j-just a little w-while longer," he repeated your words carefully back to you. It was a desperate plea that you would keep your words and that this torture would not last much longer.

"Yeah, sweet boy," you continued to press a flurry of kisses to his eyelids, his cheeks, his forehead until pressing one final kiss to his lips. "Just a little longer. You can do that for me right?"

He nodded and sniffled. "Alright once you calm down we'll get something into your stomach." You shifted so that he could press his face into your shoulder. His legs went to rest across your lap, allowing him to all but burying himself into your side. The hand rubbing across his back left the residue tension seeping out of him. He barely reacted as your hand switched the vibrator on once more but it was on the lowest setting so even in his overly sensitive state it wasn't overwhelming - at least not yet.

His eyes fluttered close and his breath evened out the longer he sat with you on the couch. He knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep but the warmth of your body and the comfort of being back in your home left him feeling safe and, in turn, even with the subtle vibrations he sunk into a dazed headspace. He barely moved when you got up, opting to curl into the back of the couch behind him. He brough his knees up to wrap his arms around them which caused the vibrator to shift around inside of him.

Soft pants left his mouth, his tongue hanging out. His hips shifted, trying to grind against something but all he was doing was humping the air.

It was a sight that took your breath away and you couldn't help but to gaze at him from the doorway from the kitchen. He didn't even realize what he was doing. You debated about taking a picture but decided to forgo that thought.

"C'mere love," You held the water bottle to his lips with one hand while the other supported his head. "Need you to drink a little."

As you tipped the bottle, he managed to swallow some but the remained freely flowed down the side of his jaw. You wiped it away and whispered soft praises to him - even as he choked a little due to the buzzing inside of him.

His hands went to cling to your shirt before you could shift away to put the water down. "Don.." his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. Trembling, he tried to climb onto your lap and luckily, you allowed him and even went as far as to help him. His head fell to the crease of your shoulder and neck. He was still rutting his hips but rather than actually trying to get pleasure, it seemed to be more of an unconscious act.

"Scaramouche, look at me." Your hands moved to cup the side of his cheeks as you lifted his head so that you could see him. "Oh - oh you really are gone aren't you?" You cooed at him as you took him in. His mouth was dropped open with saliva pooling and about the fall down the sides of his chin. His eyes were red-rimmed and glassy as he tried to focus on you.

"please," he whimpered out words. Your thumb moved to rest on the top of his tongue, petting it. His tongue shifted underneath the weight of your tongue and he tried to lick at them. A gag tore through him as you pushed your fingers towards the back of his mouth. He convulsed in your grip as you put more pressure on the back of his tongue. He reflexively cough but you still didn't remove your fingers even as his hands clung onto your wrists.

"Breathe through it," You pushed a little of command into your words so that he would relax and listen to you. He took a deep breath though his nose which allowed him to stop gagging but he was still convulsing a little bit. "Good boy, listening so well." He whined through your fingers as he finally got some semblance of praise from you.

The top of his underwear were almost soaked through due to how long he has been leaking. The buzzing inside of him has dulled enough that he could barely feel it.

Looking at his desperate state you decided that he had had enough. You withdrew your fingers from his mouth and ignored as he cried out and tried to follow him.

"I need you to shift up a little." You grasped his hips and lifted him up a little. He was pliant in your hold. You managed to get enough room to shift his underwear down. He cock bobbed against his stomach and he shuddered as the air hit his wet cock. You allowed him to sit back down on your thighs and push him into your so that your fronts were pressed together.

One of your hands wrapped around to grasp at his bottom before tapping against the vibrator. You pushed it further into him and he lurched against you, his hand coming to wrap around your shoulders and cling onto you. Your other hand slowly turned the vibrator off.

He wailed out as continue to probe the vibrator inside of him, moving it around as if searching for something. When you finally found it - "ah-ha, found it." As you pressed against the spongy spot inside of him he went through a full body convulsion. "please," he was loud enough to be yelling. "pleasepleaseplease, master, let me cum." Even with the abuse against his prostate he was trying so hard not to cum - wanting to behave and be good for you.

You hummed as if thinking deeply about it but before he could start begging again, the vibrations hit him full force. With the vibrator pressed right against his sensitive spot and the second you turned it on - he all but screamed as he release onto your shirt.

"master," his tongue fell out of his mouth. The orgasm the crashed through him was stronger than anything he had felt, his whole body felt like it was bursting with heat. Even after the first orgasm you didn't decrease the vibrations. Instead you left the vibrator inside of him and moved your hands to his waist. "master." It seemed to be the only thing his pleasure-filled mind could say. You forced him to grind against you, his weeping cock brushing against your clothing.

The overstimulation hit him immediately. The first orgasm felt like it was enough to knock him out and now with his softening cock being forced to grind against you and the buzzing still pressing against his insides, he was shaking so badly against you. Without thinking, he tried to pull away from you but you just wrapped your arms around him, stilling his movements. "I cant - I cant - I cant - no - not again - please," he was barley making any sense as he cried out a bunch of different words.

The second orgasm as it was building scaramouche knew it was going to be intense. "Master. Feels…feels funny," he slurred out his words. As the orgasm crashed through him, he wetted your shirt and a some of your neck. He was too out of it to realize that it wasn't just cum that he dirtied you with and not a few seconds after the orgasm the world fell black around him.

Feeling him slouch against you, you turned the vibrations off. Even in his sleep he was twitching and shaking against you. As carefully as you could, you grabbed the end of the vibrator and took it out of him. Luckily it slid right out with a few wet sounds and you were happy the scaramouche was out so that he couldn't hear it and become embarrassed like he usually would. You tossed it to the side of you and grabbed a blanket to wrap around scaramouche's shoulders. He nuzzled against you even closer and you decided that for right now you would ignore the wetness coating your front.

#dom reader #genshin au #sub character #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #scaramouche #sub scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #vincent sinclair x reader #scaramouche headcanon #sub!scaramouche

[antimony-medusa]

Man, the longer I spend in this fandom, the more uncomfortable I get with asking-for-boundaries culture. I was just rotating that last night and trying to figure out why people popping up in TTS makes me want to snatch my headphones off my ears and enter a monastery and never go on the internet again, and I think I identified part of it?

Part of why I get so uncomfortable, I think, is that it gives the impression that the creator is responsible for what the fandom creates? They’re the arbitrator of the fandom now. Like anything they don’t specifically call out is definitely okay to do and show on main, and anything they do say is okay is definitely okay to show them, instead of there being a creator-fandom divide, and people being able to think for themselves about things and going “okay, this fic involves a creator being tortured to the point of a psychological break, maybe that one is for the fandom and don’t show it to the creator”. People asking creators (who let me remind you are frequently not old enough to drink in the states and often barely old enough to vote) to weigh in on esotera instead of thinking for themselves about what is and isn’t for public consumption. 

And like in a particularly painful stream of my memory, Tubbo was being asked questions where he’d be a jerk if he said no (asking about fictives and people with delusions that they were him, so stuff outside of their control), so of course he said yes that was within his boundaries— but how pressured into that might he feel and how actually comfortable is he with that? No idea!? But people think it’s okay to show it to him now cause it’s “within his boundaries”. Or a different time people were asking questions with clear intent to trap him/get him to say that things weren’t okay (people tattling on cuddling art on twitter), and while he said that he was okay with anything that wasn’t NSFW, the person was clearly looking for a clip to use to tell people to stop, hoping that he’d be uncomfortable, and like. AHHHH. 

Like a, how is that actually respectful to the creator? And related to the “why are you bringing this to their attention they don’t need to know,” is it actually any of the creator’s business if someone’s writing agre vent fic for an audience of fifty subs on Ao3? Like just think for yourself about if that’s okay or not and if you come down on yes, tag it so that people don’t have to see it if they don’t want to, that seems to be FAR more sane than showing up in TTS asking someone who plays video games for a living how they feel about kidfic or gore art. 

AND that’s not even getting into the issue of people asking creators to weigh in on stuff they have no idea about— half these creators are moving in such different online circles that they still think Harry Potter is pog, why do you think they’re going to have a nuanced take on pronoun discourse or trans hcs or QPPs? 

Anyways AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TTS is of the devil and we need to stop asking creators to cross over the fandom-creator boundary. 

#discourse #fandom meta

[ladykissingfish]

*Madara and Hashirama, taking Izuna and Tobirama to a pumpkin patch*

Madara: Geez, will you two hurry it up already?!

Hashirama: Madara. Come on, we talked about this, didn’t we? This is their first time here, they’re excited, so let them take their time picking out a pumpkin.

*the two lean against a fence, watching as Tobirama and Izuna walk slowly up and down rows of pumpkins, stopping to inspect different ones*

Madara: You realize we could have just gotten them large pumpkins from the market, probably at half the cost of what they charge here?

Hashirama: That’s not the point, love. Picking out your own pumpkin on a farm like this just … it has a different flavor to it, that’s all. Let them enjoy themselves. And anyway what are you in such a hurry to leave for? It’s such a gorgeous day! Almost perfect.

Madara: It’s barely 50 degrees and cloudy. How is that perfect?

Hashirama: Perfect fall weather! And besides … I know you don’t like to talk about this but you know that Tobi and Izu really like each other. But Tobi is so shy around him … spending time at places like this is nice for them.

Madara: *sighs* I know, I know. But they’re too young to date; if I see your brother pull anything I’ll break his hand.

Hashirama: You sure are a romance-killer, aren’t you?

Madara: Izuna is my most precious treasure. You think I’m gonna let just anyone take him from me? 

Hashirama: Is he going to be saying the same thing, when I marry you and take you away, mm? *playfully kisses along Madara’s neck*

Madara, blushing: S-stop it, pervert. And I’m not so easily won. You’re going to have to go a long way to convince me that a Senju is worthy of the hand of the mighty Madara Uchiha.

Hashirama: *whispering in Madara’s ear* Funny because your hand isn’t the part of you I’m most interested in ~

*the two make out for a while, until Izuna comes running up to them lugging a huge pumpkin*

Izuna, to Madara: Big brother! I found the best one! It has no spots on it and it’s perfectly round on all sides!

Madara: You certainly picked a big one, didn’t you? Where’s Tobirama?

Izuna: His is so big he can barely lift it!

Madara: I’ll go help him. You wait here with Hashirama. *walks off*

Hashirama: Hey, how about after this you and your brother come back to our house? We can carve the pumpkins and make some snacks and —

Izuna, voice deepening, eyes glowing red: Listen Senju, I don’t care what you do in private but when we’re in public, you won’t be groping and kissing on my brother like that, you got it?! Have some respect for the Uchiha image, asshole. 

Hashirama: I — I —

Izuna: And another thing, slow the hell down. We’re breaking tradition because I’M going to marry Tobirama BEFORE you get married to my brother. Another ten years and he’s mine. Don’t you dare try and upstage our wedding or … *the two tomoe in his eyes swirl in a circle* You will pay. Got it?

Hashirama: G-got it …

*Madara and Tobirama walk up, Madara carrying Tobirama’s pumpkin*

Madara: I think these guys found the biggest pumpkins on this whole farm. Let’s go pay for these then head out of here. We — Hashirama, what’s wrong?? You look like you saw a ghost!

Hashirama, stuttering while glancing nervously at Izuna: I-it’s nothing. M-Madara. J-just a little c-cold is all.

Madara: *moves toward him* Here, let me help you warm up and —

Hashirama: NO! I mean, I’m okay. Er, here … *hands Madara his wallet* You go pay for their pumpkins … I’ve gotta visit the bathroom really quick … *runs off*

Tobirama: Nii-san is acting very strangely. Maybe I should go check on him …

Izuna: I know what will help … do your transformation jutsu and pretend you’re me. When he figures out you fooled him he’ll laugh and feel better!

Tobirama: Good idea … *henges into Izuna* Be right back.

*a few minutes later, blood-curling screams are heard from the bathroom area and Madara and Izuna look to see Hashirama running full-speed from the “fake” Izuna*

Madara: My goodness, Senju’s are certainly strange.

Izuna, grinning: Agreed.

#tobiizu #tobirama x izuna #tobirama senju #izuna uchiha #hashimada #hashirama x madara #hashirama senju #madara uchiha #halloween #halloween 2023 #Izuna for the (absolutely terrifying) win 🙃 #also for context I’m picturing Tobirama and Izuna to be about 10/11 here and their brothers to be 17/18

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

A = Angst | F = Fluff | S = Suggestive | M = Mature | C = Crack | 🤍 = Author's Fav

♡ ӄɨʍ ɦօռɢʝօօռɢ ♡ 김홍중

Their Unfortunate Fate [A] [F] {Werewolf AU} :

▪️[Part One]▪️[Part Two]▪️[Part Three]

Yandere! Hongjoong analysis [A] [M]

Angst reaction [Pirate Au]

♡ ρα૨ҡ รεσɳɠɦωα ♡ 박성화

Yandere! Seonghwa analysis [A] [M]

M-Mommy [M] {Yandere!au}

When you surprise him with flowers [F] 🤍

Realising how much you love Hwa

I Can Make it right Masterlist [on going] 🤍

Pussy eating w/ Mommy Hwa

Basically a drabble about Seonghwa's tongue technology

"Behave Little Girl"

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴏʙᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛ, ꜱᴏ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴏʙᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ.

Seonghwa & Overstimulation [part of the kinkmas series]

Drabble #1 [ft.wooyoung]

♡ ҡαɳɠ ყεσรαɳɠ ♡ 강여상

Yandere! Yeosang analysis [A] [S]

♡ ʝɛօռɢ ʏʊռɦօ ♡ 정윤호

Yandere! Yunho analysis [A] [M]

When he catches you masturbating [M]

[7:50] [M]

Angst reaction w/ Mingi

♡ ૮ɦσเ รαɳ ♡ 최산

Bratty Babyboy [M]

Yandere! San analysis [S] [A]

Pretty girl

ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ɢɪꜰᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ

♡ รσɳɠ ɱเɳɠเ ♡ 송민기

Waking him up with a blowjob [M]

Angst reaction w/ Yunho

Ballbusting w/ sub! Mingi

♡ ʝʊռɢ աօօʏօʊռɢ ♡ 정우영

[8:20] [M] [Dilf!woo]

[9:20] [M] [F]

[6:50] [M]{Prompt : #20}

His Burning Desire :

[Part One] / [Part Two] / [Part Three] / [Part Four] / [Part Five]

When you flinch during an argument [A] [F] 🤍

[7:45] [M]

"Look at me, Princess" [M]

Work up your muscles, Baby [M] 🤍

ʜᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱ.... ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ (ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱᴇ, ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱ)

"Can I pet you, Master?" [M] 🤍

"Lure me into your darkness" [M] [sex God! Woo]

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ʟᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴅ?

Ribbon - w/c - 2k - [M]

Free Use w/ Woo [Hc] w/c - 1k - [M]

Wooyoung & Overestimulation/Dacryphilia [part of the kinkmas series]

Kiss and Make-up

SYNOPSIS: An argument with your husband always led to kissing and making up.

∂яαввℓєѕ

#1

#2 [ft. seunghwa]

#3

♡ ૮ɦσเ ʝσɳɠɦσ ♡ 최종호

Angst drabble #1

ʀɛǟƈȶɨօռֆ

When you kick them out of the bed [C] [F]

{Hyung Line} {Maknae Line}

When you ball bust them [M]

Seongjoong Reaction [M]

Size Training w/ Hyung line \ Maknae Line

When agre! S/o regresses in public [F]

When they're jealous [M]

օȶ8

Want Mommy!

ρσℓу! αтєєz

Not how it was planned [Members present : Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, Wooyoung, San]

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ....

Woosan threesome

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez masterlist #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez angst #hongjoong #hongjoong smut #seonghwa #seonghwa smut #yunho #yunho smut #yeosang #yeosang smut #san #san smut #mingi #mingi smut #wooyoung #wooyoung smut #ateez x reader #ateez x reader smut

[fabunicorn]

Can you write a part two of the Diabolik lovers forced agre

Diabolik lovers forced agere part 2

Warnings

Forced agere

Yanderism

Diapers

Platonic

Drugging potentially

Whipping (brief mention)

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

You wake up to Reiji lifting you out of your crib and carries you over to the changing table making quick work of your diaper and changing you into a soft romper and overalls. “It’s time for breakfast and school we will keep you on strict schedule but as you are settling in we will take it easy for now” he mused pushing his glasses up before picking you up and carrying you out of the nursery.

As Reiji carried you, you took note of the twists and turns of the hallway ‘damn how big is this mansion’ you thought in shock eyes widening it was like a maze. Eventually you made it into the dining room noticing a bright pink high chair and the other brothers gathered around the table. Shu came over first and greeted you with a kiss on the forehead Aswell as squishing your cheeks, he took you out of Reiji’s arms and carried you to the high chair, you kicked up a fuss whining and kicking your feet “no, no I don’t wanna sit in there I’m not a baby” shu ignored your protests and strapped you into the high chair before Reiji came over with a bowl of what looked like strawberry yogurt.

This time Laito pulled up a chair and began trying to feed you “open up doll chan~” he cooed bringing the plastic baby spoon up to your lips you huffed and turned your head away. “Aww doll chan don’t pout your hungry look yummy strawberries” you still refused so Kanato came up behind you and scared you making you gasp and allowing laito to shove the spoon in your mouth. You decided to just eat as you didn’t want to know what other ideas they come up with. Yui walked into the room gasping when she saw you “what are you doing? Why are you treating her like this!” She looked down at your romper noticing the bulge on your crotch, cringing you looked away cheeks flaming in embarrassment

Reiji glares at yui “I don’t see how that is any of your business, it’s our choice how we treat our baby now quiet unless you want a whipping” reiji sneered yui looked toward you apologetically before turning away. Once you were done eating Ayato picked you up out of your high chair and cleaned your face up “messy baby” he cooed smiling at your scrunched up face. Once he was done cleaning you he slipped a finger down your nappy checking you for any wetness or messes “all clean” he announced to everyone in the room laughing slightly at your glare.

“Well have to fix that it’s not good for her to hold it in, come to papa baby time to get going for school.” Reiji chimed in. Your eyes widened in surprise ‘they plan to take me out in public like this’ you teared up already imagining the looks and comments you’d get at school. Shu came over taking you into his arms bouncing you slightly while shushing you, “don’t worry baby daddy won’t let anyone hurt you” when your tears finally stopped they pulled up a stroller, one of the convertible ones that you could be put in sitting up, laying down and could be converted into a car seat.

Shu strapped you into the stroller putting a blanket over you to protect you from the cold, meanwhile kanato was putting cute clothes in your baby bag and reiji putting in bottles baby toys and diapers shoving the bag underneath the stroller.

They made their way outside to the limo before unclicking the seat and putting you into the car, reiji fastened you seat in before putting a pacifier in your mouth, you tried to spit it out only to receive stern glares from the boys ‘I’ll keep it in for now’ you thought In fear of invoking the boys wrath.

Laito and kanato sat on either side of you, Jana to made teddy dance around in your face making silly voices “look baba teddy is dancing for you isn’t he good?” He asked not expecting a response whilst Laito made funny faces at you all you could think was ‘this is gonna be a long day…’

To be continued

#yandere #forced agere #diabolik lovers #yandere agere #yandere diapers. #diabolik boys #daddy kanato #daddy shu #daddy reiji #daddy Laito #daddy Ayato #daddy Subaru

[womanexile]

I was refering to anon who said TS was so public with CH cause it was like a breath of fresh air after hiding with HS (I think I saw than anon on someone else's profile) and I also saw a disscusion on twitter about Haylor and how she prob didn't like being so private with him in 2013/14. Wtf is that why are people acting like he forced her to do that? I assume they both agred it was the best decision for them to stay out of public eye with their relationship which probably was the best decision and it seems like it was mutual. And Taylor also wrote IKP about him and that song talks about how tired she is of paparazi and stalkers and people talking about it and everything so I don't get why do some people think like he forced her to do it or whatever.

In my opinion I don’t think HS can force TS to do anything. Pretty sure she called the shots in that relationship lol

[kittenofdoomage]

Autumn Falls: Monday (Pt.1)

Summary: Y/N’s had a run of bad luck that’s left her miserable, so her sister and best friend surprise her with a trip to Autumn Falls, the exclusive Californian resort where your every dream comes true. Seven days of relaxation and luxury await her, but will her vacation lift her spirits or leave her longing?

Pairings (reader is female): Negan x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Thor Odinson x reader, Sam Winchester x reader, Negan x reader x Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester x reader, Geralt of Rivia x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 37041

Warnings (expect any combination): slight angst and commiseration, non-disclosure agreements, flirting, conversations about relationships, oral sex, vaginal sex, public nudity and skinny dipping, size kink, sex in a hot tub, suspension (sort of), intense sex, breeding kink, yoga, my obsession with Sam’s hands, massages, dirty talk, slight praise kink, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, and squirting, threesome, double penetration (vaginal/anal), handjobs, shower smut, sex in a kitchen, horse riding, wild nature sex, over-stimulation, excessive orgasms,  comfort, companionship, aromatherapy and hot stone massages, anal sex, light BDSM, restraints, spanking/paddling, anal play, double penetration with toys, gagging, cuddling, post-vacation blues

MASTERPOST

Days had begun to blend together, each one beginning the same and ending the same. She got up, fed the cat, watered her withering house plants, went to work, drank too much coffee, ate too much fast food, and collapsed into bed when it was all done, ready to repeat it until she died. Since Everitt had dumped her for his younger, hotter mistress a year ago, Y/N’s life had been on a downward spiral, where all she had left was her work and Jonas, her elderly cat who pee on her rug every morning at three.

It didn’t help that her prolonged relationship had estranged her from most of her friends and family, something she realized now was down to her devious snake of an ex. She had never thought of herself as the sort of person who could be manipulated like that but it turned out, she was a fool for sweet promises that went unfulfilled.

Luckily, some of her friends hadn’t forgotten her entirely, and she’d never let Everitt drive a wedge between her and her sister, who’d maintained a dislike of him the entire time while respecting Y/N’s feelings. Now he was gone, Kelly didn’t let up on her comments about him, though Y/N suspected it was mostly to make her feel better about being dumped. Along with Sarah, Y/N’s best friend from high school, she’d been there to pick her up when she was at her lowest, and it was partially their friendship that had kept her going through the long lonely month afterwards.

Friday night was girls’ night. Kelly left her two young boys at home with their dad, and Sarah sent her boyfriend off to his favorite sports bar, and they descended on Y/N’s tiny city apartment. Jonas would start hissing at the first sign of company and spend the whole night inside the laundry hamper snoring loud enough for anyone passing within a few feet to hear. It had become a regular fixture over the last few months, and after the week she’d had at work, Y/N was looking forward to some downtime.

One bottle of wine in, and she could tell there was something going on that she wasn’t clued in on. Both women had been sharing secretive little looks all evening, and it was beginning to bug her. “Okay, spill,” she drawled, picking up a fresh bottle of white wine from the rack. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

Kelly grinned, taking the bottle and twisting the cap off. “We might have a little surprise for you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “A surprise?”

Holding out her empty glass for a refill, Sarah smirked at her. “You need a pick me up,” she said playfully, “and we happen to have just the thing.”

“Look,” Kelly continued, pouring out Sarah’s glass then turning her attention to her sister’s, “it’s no secret you’ve had a crappy year. And we both agreed that you needed a break.”

“I’m not gonna disagree,” Y/N chuckled. “But I don’t have time for a break.”

“Yeah, about that,” Sarah murmured.

Kelly finished filling her own glass, placing the bottle on the coffee table. “We already talked to Aunt Kathy,” she explained. “She agreed with us. Now I know, you love your job, but you’ve been working yourself to the bone. Kathy said you haven’t taken a day off in six months. And she appreciates it but girl, you need to relax.”

Y/N’s mouth opened and shut a few times before she scoffed and shook her head. “I know I’ve been a little -”

“All work no play?” Sarah provided.

“Doesn’t this count?” she argued back, sitting forward on the cushions. “So maybe I’ve pulled a few weekends and late nighters.”

“Have you looked inside your fridge?” Kelly pointed out. “You’ve been existing, Y/N. And you need to be living.” She sighed, leaning her arm on her knee as she tapped one finger against the side of her glass. “Aunt Kathy agreed with us anyway, she’s given you two weeks off at the end of the month.”

Glaring at her sister, Y/N’s mouth set into a thin line. “Two weeks?”

“That’s plenty of time to finish up anything you got going on and make arrangements for the rest. Don’t worry about Jonas, we’re gonna take care of him,” Sarah assured her. “You’re gonna love it.”

“Love what?” Y/N squeaked, completely bewildered. “Where am I going for two weeks?”

Kelly shook her head. “Just the first week. The rest of the time is… well, it’s up to you.”

“Kel, just tell me, please.”

The two women shared another look, both smiling, before placing their glasses on the table. Kelly  got to her feet, disappearing off into the kitchen for a moment, returning with her purse. “Aunt Kathy knows this guy who owns a spa retreat in California. It’s very exclusive, invite only, no phones, no cameras.” She retrieved a leaflet from her purse, holding it out to Y/N. Y/N stared at it, hesitating before she took it. “It’s all legal and above board, Kath checked it out - she’s been doing some business with the guy who owns it. And he was pretty grateful, told her if she wants an invite at any time, to let him know.”

The leaflet wasn’t thick, and it looked like the usual standard spa resort; candlelit restaurants, a pool, hiking trails, massage rooms. Across the front, the name of the spa was written in delicate coral colored writing - Autumn Falls, where dreams and desires meet in reality. Cute slogan. “Aunt Kathy suggested this?” she murmured in surprise.

“She’s seen you go through this whole thing with The Douchebag,” Sarah soothed. “Plus, you landed her that big contract with those sweet designs you did last spring.”

“Yeah but… this is…” Y/N flicked through the leaflet, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. “I mean, these places are expensive.”

“Kathy said it’s all taken care of. All you gotta do is get yourself to the airport,” Sarah informed her, taking in her wary expression. “Come on, Y/N. You need this. Even if it’s just a week of fine dining and drinking at the poolside.”

Staring at the leaflet, Y/N contemplated it, dragging her eyes over the picturesque setting. It looked nicer than anywhere she’d ever been and the last vacation she had been on was a depression trip to Florida where it rained the whole time and Everitt left her in the hotel room to meet his buddies, which actually ended up being code for “get drunk and buy hookers”. Other than that, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d left the state.

Maybe a vacation would be good for her.

“Okay,” she murmured, looking up at her sister and her best friend. “Where do I sign up?”

She wasn’t sure what kind of “exclusive” required a non-disclosure agreement beforehand but after a quick call with her aunt, Y/N found herself signing her name on the documents and sending them back to the office at Autumn Falls. Every single day of the two weeks until her flight seemed to drag, the apprehension and excitement growing even more when she couldn’t talk about it beyond saying “a spa in California” whenever she was asked if she was going somewhere nice.

Her flight was early, and while she couldn’t sleep the night before, she found it easy to drift off on the plane. It landed in San Diego only a few hours later, and when she left arrivals after collecting her luggage, she was met by a tall man in a smart suit, holding a sign with her name displayed on it in neat cursive. He had long thick hair, and the suit looked like it was barely containing him.

“Hi,” she squeaked as she approached, giving the man a little wave. He smiled, nodding his head. “Are you the driver?”

“Miss. Y/L/N?” he asked in confirmation, and she nodded back. “I’m Jason,” he greeted, dropping the sign with one hand and holding his other one out. She took it, shaking firmly, trying not to seem too awkward. “I’ll be your driver today.”

“Nice to meet you.”

He grinned, gesturing towards the exit. “The car’s this way. Can I take your bags?” His hand was already reaching for her larger suitcase and she surrendered it with a shaky smile, letting him lead her away from the crowds and out of the large glass doors. The parking lot was only a short distance away, and when he pulled out his keys, a huge black SUV beeped, the lights going off as its wing mirrors popped out automatically.

The inside seemed even bigger than it appeared from the outside, and Y/N took in the luxurious vehicle interior as Jason put her bags in the back. When he climbed into the driver’s seat, he turned, giving her another brilliant smile.

“It’s about an hour out to Autumn Falls, would you like me to put some music on?”

“Um, yeah, that would be great,” she replied, sitting still and tense with her hands folded in her lap. 

“Feel free to wind down the windows,” he added, “and there’s some sodas in the compartment here.” He tapped the central console and it opened with a dull thud, the mechanism pushing the door open. Icy tendrils of steam curled out of the chilled interior, revealing several cans of brand sodas, along with a bottle of champagne. Jason smiled again. “It’s a pretty nice drive. Relax and enjoy it.”

It took a while for her to actually relax like he said, and he wasn’t wrong about the drive. Once away from the airport and off the main freeway, the journey took them through rolling farmland until the ground became steeper and the roads smaller. With the windows down, Y/N was treated to amazing views of the land as they climbed higher, and then it was thick, beautiful forests as far as she could see.

“Wow, they weren’t kidding when they said middle of nowhere,” she murmured, leaning forward to look out of the window, trying to see the tops of the trees.

The road narrowed to a single lane further on, and Jason took a side road through a large ornate metal gate that closed behind the car. It was slightly steeper here but he handled the SUV well, and the road opened up a few yards along, leading into a circular courtyard with a fountain in the middle. Y/N took it all in as the car rolled to stop, remaining in her seat as Jason climbed out.

He fetched her baggage first, and as he did, the double wooden doors at the front of the building opened. A woman with bright red hair strode out, a smile on her perfectly made up face, and a clipboard in her hands. She was dressed casually in a long summer dress, and as Jason opened Y/N’s door, she greeted her pleasantly.

“Y/N Y/L/N?”

“That’s me,” Y/N replied, stepping down out of the high vehicle. “Hi.”

“Julia,” she offered, holding out her hand for a quick shake. “Good flight?”

“Yeah. Little bumpy coming in.”

Julia smiled a little wider. “Well, how about we get you all checked in, and we can go through the paperwork. Jason, could you take Y/N’s bags up to her room?”

Y/N looked up at the huge wooden front of the spa, noting the carved lettering above the entrance that spelled out the name. It was three storeys high, with large glass windows along the lowest floor, and smaller ornate windows that she guessed were rooms. The building was even more impressive on the inside as it was on the outside, and she had to bite back a gasp as she took in the luxurious staircases and leather armchairs in the lobby.

Julia led her past the front desk and into an office underneath the main staircase. Everything looked so expensive, more so than any hotel she’d ever stayed in.

“You look a little apprehensive,” the redhead chuckled, walking around a desk and gesturing for her to take the chair on the other side. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been somewhere so… nice,” Y/N replied, shaking her head in awe. “This place is amazing.”

Another dry chuckle followed as Julia sat down. “I’m sure you’re going to have a wonderful stay. I just need to double check you understood everything in the NDA and then I’ll show you up to your room. I’ll be here throughout the week but your personal liaison will be handling all your needs and wants.” She leaned down and pulled out a file from a drawer Y/N couldn’t see, placing the paperwork on top of the desk. “Everything was signed perfectly, but we’re very high on privacy here, so I just wanted to make sure there was no confusion.”

“No problem.”

“There’s a safe in your bedroom that you can set the code to. Any problems, speak to your personal liaison. We don’t expect you to be fully cut off from the world, but you must not take any personal devices or cameras outside of the bedroom. Absolutely no photos.”

“Understood.” Y/N didn’t really get why that was, and didn’t feel confident enough to ask, but she wasn’t about to break the rules when she’d been given a free vacation. A little time away from social media and constant screens would probably do her some good.

Julia smiled, ticking off something on the top sheet of the file. “Your stay here is completely complementary. The owner is somewhat of a philanthropist, and our guests are by invite only. We’ve got a list of your allergies here -” She passed over a different sheet and Y/N scanned it quickly. “Everything accounted for?”

“Yeah, that’s everything.”

“Perfect. Oh, I just need to make you aware, we do have a medical professional on site in case of emergencies. Again, anything you need, just ask your personal liaison.”

At the third mention of her “personal liaison”, Y/N tilted her head. “So this is the person I’m going to be checking in with or…”

The other woman chuckled. “He’s quirky,” she confessed, “and he curses like a sailor, but I’m sure you’re going to enjoy his company. He’ll be along to your room soon, and he’ll answer any questions you have.” She turned the file to Y/N, passing her a pen. “Just one last signature and your week of relaxation can begin.”

Signing quickly, Y/N got to her feet when Julia did, following her back out of the office and out from under the ornate staircase to where three elevators were along the back wall. Julia stopped at the middle one, pulling a card from inside the file. She swiped it over a pad on the wall, then handed it to Y/N as the door opened.

“After you,” she gestured, smiling, and Y/N smiled back nervously, stepping into the elevator, followed quickly by Julia, who pressed the button for the second floor. “Your referee indicated you weren’t such a fan of heights, so your suite is on second.”

“Oh, thanks,” Y/N chuckled.

The elevator ascended quickly, opening onto a long corridor on the second floor. The two women stepped out, with Y/N following as Julia headed left. She slowed to a stop before the end, at a door with the number “15” on it, and turned to face Y/N.

“Your bags should already be inside. Negan should be along soon.”

“Negan?”

The redhead smiled. “Your personal liaison,” she explained before pointing at the door. “You wanna check that the card works?”

Stepping forward, Y/N pressed the card against the door reader, and the door clicked, opening for her. Julia grinned, clasping her hands around the file she held.

“I hope you have a very pleasant stay, Y/N.”

“Thanks, I’m sure I will,” she replied, watching with one hand on the door as Julia turned and carried on down the hall, disappearing around a corner. Exhaling softly, Y/N slipped into her room, gasping as she saw it wasn’t just a regular hotel room but a suite. A luxury suite. “Holy crap.”

The room she’d walked into was a lounge area, complete with mini-fridge and bar. A large corner couch occupied the center of the room, looking out beyond a gigantic television to floor-to-ceiling windows that opened up onto a balcony. She walked further in, moving past her luggage piled neatly next to the couch, her attention drawn by the view outside. She was at the back of the building, evident by the way the balcony was half-set into the rock behind it, but the whole right side provided a beautiful unobstructed view of the valley and the forest that she’d just driven through.

“Wow,” she breathed, reaching out to find the clasp for the door, which popped open easily once located. The balcony appeared to be mostly wooden, and there were two comfortable looking loungers separated by a table, with plenty of space besides. She realized quickly that the lounge only occupied the middle of the balcony, which meant there were two other rooms to her suite at least.

Curiosity dragged her back inside and she closed the door again, hoping it locked automatically. She chose a door, heading into a huge bathroom, decorated in pearl and gold, and an impressed noise left her as she inspected the bathtub big enough for three adults and the biggest corner shower she’d seen outside of a gym.

“And this is free?” she wondered aloud, trying the faucet for no particular reason. The water pressure seemed decent too.

The room on the other side of the lounge was just as impressive; the bedroom, obviously. A bed larger than any six people would reasonably need was up against the further wall in the middle, with more floor-to-ceiling windows that opened onto the balcony again. Another television was mounted on the wall, and she looked for the remote, quickly looking through the channels.

“HBO too? Cool.”

A knock at the door made her swiftly turn the television off, and she hurried back through to see who it was. Opening the door, she froze as her eyes landed on the man standing outside; he was tall, tall enough that she had to lift her chin slightly to meet his gaze, though she struggled not to let herself drink in the tight fitting black t-shirt and equally tight denim on his lower half.

“Hi,” she managed, forcing a smile through her stutter.

He smiled, and her knees wobbled. “Hi,” he greeted, holding out a hand. She took it as if in a trance, unable to stop looking at him. “I’m Negan.” He bent, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles, and her stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies.

“M-my personal liaison, right?”

God, his smile was beautiful. She could stare at it all day.

“That’s right, darlin’,” he drawled, softly releasing her hand. It fell back to her side, awkwardly dangling as she tried to appear casual. “How’re you finding the place?”

“It’s amazing,” she gushed.

Negan chuckled, licking his lips, and Y/N felt like her heart was going to thud out of her chest. “Well, if you like, we can start with a tour of the place. Julia told me you got a spot at the salon this afternoon, but we got an hour or so to kill before then.”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Sounds great, uh, should I change or - ?”

His gaze dragged over her in a way that made her feel naked, and she struggled to suppress a shiver. “You’re good,” he murmured, stepping back. “Just make sure you don’t forget your card.”

Holding it up, she moved out into the corridor to join him, suddenly stopping as she remembered her phone was in her pocket. “Oh, wait, I haven’t put my phone in the safe.”

“No problem, you can take care of it now.”

She stepped back into the room, holding the door open as an invitation to him, and Negan took it, following her inside but stopping in the lounge. For a second, she floundered, unsure where the safe was but remembering Julia had said it was in the bedroom.

“It’s in the closet, right hand side,” Negan offered in amusement, and she flashed him a smile of thanks.

Setting up the digital safe was easier than she expected, and she tossed her phone, wallet, and keys in there. She closed it up and rejoined Negan in the lounge, smiling at him again. “Okay, I’m set.”

He went first out of the door, and she checked for her card again before letting the door shut. When she looked at him, he flashed her another dazzling smile, and in her head, she collapsed against the doorframe under the weight of its charm.

“I thought you might be hungry,” he suggested. “A light lunch and then we can tour the outside grounds first?”

“Awesome,” she exhaled, a shaky smile on her lips, her legs trembling as she tried to keep up with his pace. He noticed almost immediately that she couldn’t walk quite as fast as he usually did, so he slowed, glancing back at her as she finally drew level with him.

The elevator back down was filled with silence and she couldn’t tell if it was awkward or not. She had a bajillion questions since her arrival, the least of which being about the details of her personal liaison. It seemed like such a strange way to phrase it and the underlying feeling that this spa might offer services outside of massages and hot tubs was growing stronger with every intentional-or-not-intentional smirk that Negan sent her way.

He led her out of the elevator onto the first floor and round the same front desk she’d seen when she arrived. There was still no one in the vacant chair, and the whole lobby seemed vacant of any other guests. Negan turned at the desk and went the opposite way to where Julia had taken her earlier, going through the chairs she’d seen earlier and a set of large wooden double doors that opened up into a wide space filled with a few tables and comfortable looking chairs. The bar at one end gave away the purpose of the area - the restaurant - though it seemed smaller than she would have thought, with seating for less than ten guests overall.

“Are there other guests?” she asked curiously as Negan kept going, out of the restaurant-bar area and out into the sunshine, where there was an outdoor grill. She noticed then that there were other people - two employees at least, all wearing similar attire to Negan.

“Not this week,” Negan replied, nodding his head as one of the employees, an attractive blond in maybe his thirties, stepped around him and flashed her a dazzling smile.

This place is staffed by GQ models, she thought.

“Tom,” Negan greeted, slapping a hand on the counter by the grill. “What’s good?”

The man behind the grill turned, and Y/N felt her face heat up at his charming grin. “That depends on our guest,” he replied in a crisp British accent. “Would you prefer meat or vegan?”

She froze, stumbling over her answer. “Oh, uh, I guess… it depends what meat it is?”

“I’ve got organic chicken drumsticks,” Tom offered, tossing his head back to get his long black hair out of his eyes. “With salad?”

“That actually sounds pretty great,” she chuckled, feeling a little more at ease.

“We aim to please,” Tom grinned, winking at her.

Her heart fluttered and she ducked her head. Negan laughed a little, pointing at the grill. “I’ll take a hotdog,” he requested. “You mind bringing them over?”

Tom held up the barbecue tongs, obviously happy to oblige. “Sure!”

Leaning over the counter, Negan grabbed for something underneath it, his hand coming back into view with two sodas. “We’ll be by the pool.” Y/N just about caught the can he tossed her, and he tilted his head to indicate that she should follow him. “I take it Julia went through the non-disclosure bullshit,” he drawled, pulling out a chair for her at the first table by the crystal-clear pool.

“Uh, yeah,” she mumbled, taking a seat and scooting herself in as Negan took the chair next to her. He opened his can with a little bit of flair, and she found herself captivated by his fingers for a second before he looked at her, and she smiled awkwardly. “I’m not entirely clear on what I’m not supposed to be disclosing though.”

“We can talk about that later,” he promised. “I’ve got a reservation for us tonight in the restaurant. Today is all about getting to know each other.” He sat forward, placing his drink on the table as he looked at her. “Once we’ve eaten, we’ll take a stroll down to the stables, and I’ll show you where everything is.”

“Can I ask one thing now?” she asked, chewing the inside of her cheek. “Only because I’m not clear on what a personal liaison does.”

Negan chuckled under his breath. “My job,” he started, “is to make sure you have every single need, want, or desire, catered to. Literally anything you want, I’ll make it happen.”

Her throat tightened a little as her mind went to places he was probably intending with the low rumble of his voice. Just the way he said the words was enough to make her toes curl inside her shoes, and she shivered a little when she met his dark eyes. “Anything?”

He smirked. “Anything.”

“Oh.”

“But like I said,” he continued, leaning towards her a little, “there’s time for that later.”

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[oinkinpigprince]

Can i request a caregiver reader x toddler age regressor! Pim? 😿

Uhhhhh sure!! I had to look up some stuff for what this would actually entail, I also forget a lot of the time what a toddler is like, it’s been a while since I’ve seen one.

Caregiver!reader x toddler agre!pim

Pim loves games, you two have silly videogames for kids like The Gwimbly Series and other such games. He also loves computer flash games you’d find on cool math

He’s also a rlly big fan of board games! He loves Sorry and shoots and ladders. Gets rlly distracted easily though and you two rarely finish a board game though, so

It’s only ever really when you two are at home, he may act really silly but he doesn’t like regressing in public because he feels vulnerable. So it’s often on the weekend or after work

Plays pretend a lot, like with you and stuffed animals. Can play a game for hours, but his favorite is probably house, funny enough. You two take turns being the ‘mom’ and the ‘kid’

He also loves playing knight and dragon, he’s ALWAYS the knight and you’re either the dragon or the royal he has to save

Pim also loves it when you read to him, he adores fantasy books and will sit there as you read to him. Loves ones about knights or grand adventures

He gets frightened easily though, does not like horror stuff. So things like coralline are out of the question for movies and books

It’s really easy to get him to eat food, it’s drinking enough water you have a problem with. He hates the ‘taste’ of water, and refuses to drink it. You have to make it into a game, ask him how fast he can chug a water bottle

If you manage to get some Aussie snacks for him, he might cry even when not regressed. The taste is so nostalgic and it rlly means a lot to him

Loves kisses and hugs, clings to you a lot. Especially during movies and board games. Pim finds it comforting to have something to hold so he often holds your shirt or hand

He also loved being carried which is rlly easy since he’s already rlly small. Whispers stuff in your ear too while you two walk, like about animals and fairies.

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[horizon-verizon]

Having an affair when you are trapped in a arranged or abusive marriage isnt cheating.

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Tell that to tradwives and fundamentalist religious people.

However, notes on the nonabusive arranged marriage deal:

I don't know if Rhaegar was all that tragically "trapped" in a marriage with Elia. Lyanna would have been w/Robert and even Elia doesn't obtain perfect happiness with Rhaegar, but Rhaegar wasn't likely suffering in his marriage.

I think that if there was an established or growing sexual or romantic intimacy where it is felt/talked about the intimacy should not be given to others simultaneously (a "closed" relationship, even if to just feel each other out for a time for a trial period) between the married couple, then it is cheating. Because some sort of romantic-sexual relationship or commitment was made. There needs to be a willing commitment in order for there to be cheating when one/both partners stray.

HOWEVER, it then gets bothersome when we go into societies where infidelity and the social/legal punishments disproportionately affect one spouse over the other AND/OR one spouse, esp according to gender. Elia/Rhea Royce/the wife could suffer her reputation degrading if Rhaegar/Daemon/the husband is seen out with other women because: she loses credibility of attractiveness; she must deal with the fact that her husband can bring in his bastards without her consent or disregarding her feelings (further and public diminishment of her authority that contradicts her duties as the household's "matron" and practical head manager while her husband gives the final orders and outranks her--as married noblewomen are tasked to be--and yet also have the inability to decide who gets to be a part of that household/exclusion from the political maneuvering of family-lineage, which men are given the privilege of); she now has to at least consider how her own legitimate kids will relate (maybe even someday come to conflicts over their father's inheritances and/or affections and favor) and have advantages over their illegitimate siblings, which is more mental and maybe economic work for her bc again she is the practical head manager of the households' needs which now may include her husband's mistress and any and all bastard kids he has with her; she has to now come to terms with how the economic resources and inheritances will be further split after her husabnd dies amongst his children, even when she was the one, again, maintaing the household and some of the family aren't even hers; if a wife was caught cheating (or even if this were an open thing) she'd still be treated much worse than if the roles were reversed. Women in real history have been: imprisoned in their own homes; sent off to nunneries to "wait out" scandals or just to be there forever for their own and their husbands' families to avoid shame in a sort of "exile"; publicly shamed and ridiculed, losing community sympathy or regard; and even outright murdered (stoning) in public punishments or never justified after their relatives or husband's kill them for adultery...because lineage and power runs through the male line, not the woman's, and any doubt of the man's control over her reproduction is taken a lot more seriously than the reverse. The wife, more than her husband, is always the one more at risk of losing some sort of sociopolitical benefit, security, or privilege for either herself or her kids, with either his or her infidelity.

So if and only if Rhaegar and Elia both understood and knew the other understood that their marriage would be open, no he didn't "cheat" on Elia. But it is valid ("correct"? more debatable), for people to dislike Rhaegar for Lyanna IF:

he went off w/Lyanna without having some sort of real understanding with Elia where they acknowledge most/all these things OR if they could prove Rhaegar was responsible for Elia's being taken from Dragonstone by Aerys just by not being there to somehow stop or delay Aerys

if Elia only agreed or mostly agreed bc she wanted Rhaegar to leave her be and survive from here two births AND "that's just what privileged men do"

there was no plan for how Elia would be seen by the court around her in lieu of Rhaegar giving Lyanna the crown of flowers instead of her during the 281 tourney at Harrenhal or just by the fact that there were rumors for this relationship that she'd still have to face regardless of her Dornishness--she is still in a nonDornish court and will have to raise children in such a environment, she doesn't really have an out

Rhaegar actively chose to leave her behind with his father without at least staying by her side so he could just stay by Lyanna's in the Tower of Joy

The first implies that he decided he could risk his wife's reputation and sanity when she was already known to be very ill for most of her adult life and was almost killed in childbirth...for his own happiness of being in love or "just getting p*%$y". Its reverse is the ideal circumstance. But the "ideal" rarely happens consistently in GRRM's stories or real life when we try or want it to.

Tracking Rhaegar's, Elia, and Lyanna's Moves Right Before the Rebellion and During It:

281 A.C. -- Rhaegar gives Lyanna the winter rose crown of love and beauty instead of his wife Elia (presumably bc of many things: he admired her disguised participation as the Knight of the Laughing Tree; wanted the Starks or Baratheons to become more invested through even their outrage [this was a person's theory]; with the said crown he might have seen a vision with winter roses and Lyanna in it and decided to take that risk in that moment to trigger events he thought he needed.)

281-282 A.C. -- Rhaegar leaves Elia and their kids at Dragonstone "with half a dozen of his closest friends and confidants, on a journey that would ultimately lead him back to the riverlands" (TWoIaF -- the Year of the False Spring).

282 A.C. -- around Harrenhal, Rhaegar and Lyanna disappear together, triggering her father and brother to travel to KL by themselves and Brandon (brother) calls out ""come out and die.", not knowing Rhaegar is not in the city -> Aerys tortures and burns both him and his father

(*later, c 282-283 A.C.) Aerys calls back Elia and her kids by his side with -> sometime between Rhaegar leaving and him coming back with his army

c. 283 A.C. -- Aerys King Aerys sent Ser Gerold Hightower (the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard) to retrieve Rhaegar

283 A.C. -- Rhaegar returns to the crownlands and takes command of the Targaryen army after Jon Connington loses in the battle of the Bells

283 -- Battle of the Trident -> Rhaegar dies

283 A.C. -- Aerys sends pregnant Rhaella and Viserys to Dragonstrone but keeps Elia and her kids with him in fear of the Martells betraying him

I still think that with no new information besides Elia & Rhaegar's relationship is "complicated"--as GRRM said--and if Lyanna's family weren't that big of an issue, then Lyanna very well could have been genuinely friendly (not just amicable) with Elia. Again, Elia is from Dorne, the most sexually progressive place in the West of the ASoIaF world except for maybe some freefolk tribes. From the very little we hear of her and her character, she seemed unafraid to let her feelings known and unashamed of herself and what she wanted while still being serene.

Anyone interested can check out this post by dwellordream about infidelity in aristocratic marriages.

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[adollchild]

Hihi~! Recently as of now, I've been debating on whether or not I should become a caretaker/caregiver/etc. This thought first occurred to me when I first took a deep dive into the world of agre! And now has occurred once again, now that I am in a few discord servers with some littles/ageres.

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I'd like/plan to be a long-distance/digital CG (if its possible ofc!)

But if I were to become a CG, I do not feel entirely comfortable with adult littles. I also don't really feel comfortable with in-person CG. (Being online will do me just fine!)

Reason; I am a minor, so I think it would be best preferred of me to CG other littles with big age's like, (eg. 13-17)

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Yes, I have been flipping through your CG guide reblogs. I don't think there's any for new online CGs :{. (From what I found searching, maybe I'm not searching hard enough lol.)

But in your honest opinion, do you feel comfortable and think it's alright for minors like me, to become a CG? Do you think minors should only caretaker other minors? (Sorry for the complicated tie breaker question here!) Uhh Thank You so much if you do answer this ask, it means a million from me~! I've just been doing a lotta thinkin at the moment and self-discovery typa stuffs.

Cheers!

Hi there ♡

I fully understand why you aren't comfortable taking care of adult regressors. I think it’s a really good idea to only engage in this type of relationship with someone your own age, rather than someone way older/younger than you.

I am in no way an expert on the subject, but I’m worried that having the full responsibility of another person’s safety and well-being over an extended period of time might negatively affect your own mental health when you’re still very young yourself.

While I can definitely see the appeal of taking care of a regressor over a longer period of time, I would recommend waiting until you’re older before engaging in that type of relationship and taking on that huge responsibility that comes with it.

If you want to get started as a caretaker as a minor, I’d recommend starting out by looking into being a babysitter for a regressor around the same age as you, since taking on babysitting gigs is something that is also common for teenagers to do outside the context of age regression. It’s still a big responsibility, I’m pretty certain that the risks of it having long term negative effects on your well-being are generally smaller, especially since babysitting occurs during a shorter amount of time as opposed to taking on a full time caregiver role.

Also, remember to be really careful when engaging with people online that you don’t know irl. You never really know who’s on the other side of the screen. I’d recommend not sharing pictures of yourself until you have verified that the other person is who they say they are. Some ways to do this is either by having a video call or meeting up at a crowded public place (like a café or a pet store), and staying there during the first meeting(s) (this option might not be a possibility if you live far away from each other). Another good tip for meeting in person is to bring someone else along with you, preferably a trusted adult.

As a final note, don't share things like your full legal name, social security number, passwords, home address, the name of your school, etc. online. This is sensitive information that can easily be used to hurt you very severely and pose a great threat to your safety in the wrong hands. (You probably already knew this, but better safe than sorry! I don't want you to get hurt.)

I hope you could use my reply. Sorry if it got a bit long ^-^

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[abdlgossipblog]

because the shit on littleteddyracist is gone from the old blog (along with screenshots and vids) here’s the shit I remember and was personally involved with

called a black person a ‘dirty roach’ or something of that caliber (correct me if it was something else)

when she was getting flack for it went live and posted photos/story posts of her crying, threatening to off herself, actively self harming on camera to a bunch of KIDS

before the big controversy had a agere tiktok and talked bad about ABDL, her following and who she interacted with was mostly children but then made tiktoks with an ABDL flag hanging on her wall which made a tonne of people both abdl and agre sus of her

shared that she was conservative, said a bunch of other racist and transphobic shit and was tone policing black people who were calling her out on her bs saying she has a right to free speech and sharing her opinion and she swears she’s not racist ‘stop attacking me!!’

made a public call-out against me specifically on tiktok to her children audience sending them to flock my KINK PAGE to defend her for being ‘attacked’ because I warned ppl I took the benefit of the doubt thinking they just hadn’t heard about it and that’s why they were still following

was blocked by two pretty popular accounts on insta, one directly told me to stop “bullying” and that she’s not racist she’s a really sweet girl and the other pretended to care and said they thought it was messed up and would unfollow but then blocked me soon after

#littleteddyprincess

[theskeletalsys]

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[cosmicgrapevine]

Apropos of the poll on my main blog, here’s my opening 2,500 words, freshly edited:

The whole world was not ten blocks long and eight blocks wide, but sometimes Melanie Kitz forgot that, because her whole world was. Her school, the pizza place she stopped at every other Friday, and the park she frequented when the weather was nice enough made three corners. Everything else she’d done, seen, or been in seventeen years was contained in the fourth corner, a 1,500-square-foot bungalow on Cicero Avenue—just the bedroom, really. And since this Friday was not an every-other-Friday, and the park in late February was a frozen mass of slush and mud, there was only one corner left. The wind chilled as she tried on foot to beat the sunset. She’d stayed late at St. Aggie’s, workshopping her admissions essay with Mrs. Flaherty. This part of Chicago was safer than most, but still—no sense taking chances.

Her friend Tabby teased her for being a stick in the mud, but there was a lot of mud to get stuck in here. The city’s cops, firemen, and other badge-wavers clustered here like moss to a rock, and the retired ones peeked past their curtains all day and poured gossip into the landlines all night. It just wasn’t worth it to pick up a beer bottle or a can of spray paint around here; not only would your parents find out, the 22nd Precinct Office would too. The boxy bungalows and street-front garages and wrought-iron gates left no room for secrets. Tabby had found that out the hard way.

So Melanie didn’t mind playing the yes-ma’am-no-ma’am game at St. Aggie’s, or the nonexistent social scene, or the sinks that hadn’t dispensed warm water since the ‘40s: It was just high school, still a better one than a lot of kids got, and it would be over in a year and a half. Then her real life would begin. Maybe she’d convince Tabby of that before they graduated. Maybe tonight.   Melanie’s mother Janet was pouring de-icing salt on the front walk. “Hi, sweetie!” She called. “Could you give me a hand here? Put something warmer on first, of course.”

“Sure thing, Mom,” Melanie said. Entering through the garage, she stepped into the mudroom and rubbed her bare knees together to warm them up. She smelled the lasagna baking in the oven and grinned. When Tabby came over, Janet always pulled out the stops for dinner, for someone who rarely got them at home. Racing upstairs, she quickly traded her plaid skirt and white blouse for jeans and a school hoodie. She tried not to look at the blank stack of college application forms on her desk; ‘later’ had sounded so much, well, later from the front half of the school year. Now it was the back half, and her to-do list was piling up fast.

Returning to the garage, she grabbed a shovel. “Is Dad gonna be home for dinner?” While everyone at school had either a dad, uncle, or older brother who was tied to the city police, not everyone’s dad was Fred Kitz. He was a detective with an iron backbone and a stainless steel work ethic, both of which kept him swamped with the kinds of cases the rest of CPD wouldn’t bother with. On his many absent evenings, Melanie liked to pretend he was out saving lives somewhere, rather than just agonizing over conflicting witness statements with only single fluorescent bulb and cup of lukewarm coffee for company, but those fantasies wore thinner the more those days piled up.

“I doubt it,” Janet said. “Sorry, hon. How was school?”

“Fine. Mrs. Flaherty wasn’t much help. She kept saying, you know, ‘what are your accomplishments? What are you proud of?’ And, nothing yet. I thought that’s what you go to college for.”

“Oh, something will come along,” Janet said. “What about that public speaking elective? I’m sure Northwestern would love to see that.”

“Sister Louise runs it, so there’s only four speeches to choose from and three of them are about Jesus. I don’t think Northwestern will care.”

Janet smiled indulgently. “Jesus at a Catholic school,” she said. “Who knew?”

The three of them had long since silently agreed that if Melanie took the College Prep part of Saint Agnes’ Catholic College Prep seriously, she could pass on the Catholic part. There was…something, up there, probably, she thought. But it never showed itself and she didn’t need it to. Melanie had her own little corner of the universe under her control more than God had the whole of it under His.

Something by the sewer grate caught her eye, something too brightly colored for a Chicago winter. Crawling through the gap was a little creature, shaped like a slug but with two rows of knobbly little legs. Its skin was a vibrant magenta with splotches of blue and orange. It lifted its ‘head’, sniffing around for something before turning to Melanie. It looked oddly cute, but also a few thousand miles from whatever jungle it crawled out of.

 She lowered her shovel and let the slug crawl onto it. Carrying it over to Janet, she said “Hey Mom, I’ve never seen one of these before. Do you know what it is?”

“Hm. Not sure. Better put it down.”

“I could take it to school; Mr. Bartkowski might know,” she said, referring to the bio teacher. “Maybe it escaped from a zoo or a lab or something.”

“I’m sure whatever it is, it’s just some kind of pest. No need to worry,” Janet said. She gently but firmly took Melanie’s shovel and dumped the slug on the ground. Opening her canister, she covered it with rock salt until nothing was visible. A few ugly popping and squelching noises drifted to their ears, then silence. Janet kicked the salt away to make sure the creature had been reduced to a few colored stains on the pavement. “Let me know if you see any others,” she said.

Melanie raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Her mom usually would rather hold a window open for a spider than squish it. Janet worked more quickly now, haphazardly dumping snow onto their yard (and the neighbors’) and not saying anymore. “Let’s check on dinner,” she said, her smile a bit too bright. “Tabby’ll be here at six, right?”

Janet gave Melanie the task of heating up some soup and keeping an eye on the oven, while she strolled through the house, humming cheerily and locking all the windows. Melanie looked askance at her; it was just a slug. Maybe it was poisonous, with those colors, but it didn’t even have a mouth to bite with; what was so scary about it?

She overheard Janet talking on her bedroom landline, the one that was reserved for terse, late-night transmissions to and from the police station. Cautiously, she crept to the bottom of the stairs. “…just a small one, but you know how it is; one you see, twenty you don’t. Like roaches,” Janet said. “Yes, dear, I’ll check the Wards, but I’d really prefer that you come home early.” Melanie was puzzled. Ward’s, like the store? She waited by the landing for Janet to return. “Is something wrong, Mom?”

“No.”

Melanie nodded. She knew she’d get a ‘no’, but at least it was a calm ‘no’.

“You’d tell me if there was, right?”

The only response that got was the opening and closing of the basement door. Melanie added a pinch of salt to the soup, looking at the bleak gray world outside the locked window.

***

If Tabby’s house was cold and dark when she came home, she wasn’t surprised. It took more—total silence, or a horrible smell—for her to worry, if ‘worry’ was really the right word. But even on Rita’s good days, the TV’s bluish light flicker through the narrow hallway brought to mind the judge’s words, that she would benefit from a ‘more welcoming environment’. If this place was any less welcoming, it would be a morgue. “Mom, I’m home!” She called.

Rita mumbled something from her living room chair. A half-empty bag of potato chips and carton of dip sat on the kitchen table. “That’s all you’ve had, huh,” Tabby said flatly. “Do you want me to make you something?”

“Erghh…” Rita muttered as she woke up. “Tabby-Kat, honey, could you do me a favor? My leg has just been killing me all day, and I didn’t sleep well—”

“Pills. Got it.” Some days, Tabby didn’t have time for the self-pity. But she felt the chill rise in the room. She was too quick this time. Maybe tomorrow she’d be too slow. “Don’t you mock me!” Rita snapped. “God forbid you ever need to rely on someone else; then you’ll see how hard it is!”

Yeah. God forbid. Tabby thought. She shook two oxycontins from the bottle and gave them to Rita. Rita looked at them and scowled. “Three.” She said.

“You can’t get a refill until March 15, remember? You should save them.”

“Three.”

Tabby held back the sigh this time and complied. “I’m going to Melanie’s,” she said. “I’ll be back by eight.”

“Is she having any boys over?”

“No, Mom. Just us two, like the last hundred times.”

“Don’t be snotty with me. Turn around!” Tabby did so. Despite Rita sitting at home watching daytime TV and eating junk food most days, she still insisted on dressing well, if about ten years out of date. If she looked like a respectable housewife, the logic went, maybe one day she’d become one again, and she could go out for coffee with all the cops’ wives to gossip about their unruly daughters. “You think I don’t know you’ve been slutting around with that Davey boy? And God knows who else. So don’t act all offended.”

Damn right I have, bitch. The boys’ school, Bishop Maloney (or ‘Baloney’, as it was universally called), was right across the street from St. Aggie’s, and Tabby was an occasional guest there before or after class. It was the only way to truly hurt her mother, and that was worth a hundred ‘dirty slut’ notes in her locker. Rita could sense her inner rebellion. “You think it’ll be funny to end up like me? A used-up piece of trash? That will happen to you if you keep ignoring me. These boys don’t care about you, I care about you. I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“I know, Mom. I’m gonna get changed and go.”

“None of your belly shirt crap! Wear your uniform.”

“Mom, you threw that shirt away, and anyway it’s twenty degrees out.”

“Wear your damn uniform, Tabitha Katherine! The least you can do is dress decently.”

Lady, I’ve got some bad news for you about what the boys think of these skirts. Tabby thought. But Melanie was used to this, and Tabby had some regular clothes stashed there for such nights. “OK, so 8:00 is good? See you then.” She barged out the door, but not before Rita got in one last “If you don’t respect yourself, no one will!”

The annoying thing about Rita was that Tabby couldn’t even call her a liar. She really had a tough life, one that got even tougher when her brother-in-law went to jail a few years ago, and her (now ex-) husband sided with him. The divorce had been long and nasty, and Tabby’s father Steve, in an attempt to maintain that he was the fitter parent, spilled all the ugly details about Rita’s past as a stripper, and all the unsavory characters she used to associate with. It backfired on him, though, and Rita had gotten custody.

But at that point, it didn’t matter. In their tiny Catholic neighborhood, word spread fast, and soon Tabby had Rita on one side watching her like a prison guard for any signs of ‘making the same mistake’, and the St. Aggie’s girls on the other sneering that she would inevitably end up a whore anyway. Tabby loathed them all, and she loathed Randall for taking mob money in the first place, and loathed her father for turning his back on her. The Kitzes, in fact, were one of the few families that did stand by her, and Melanie’s warm, bright living room was one of the only places should could pretend it was still 1995, her parents were still married, and she was still a real person.

All the homes around her were locked up tight for the night, but she still felt something; someone was watching her. Quickening her pace, she kept heading for Melanie’s. Her eyes darted around corners and into narrow gaps between houses, but saw nothing. When she saw a pair of eyes meeting hers, from ten feet off the ground on the bare branches of a tree, she cried out.

The eyes belonged to a boy, about her age, with messy black hair and wide amber eyes. He was dressed strangely; a thick black wool jacket and matching pants, with a rough, homemade look to them, and some sort of scarf wrapped loosely over his head and around his neck. He looked surprised to be noticed, and hopped down. “I am sorry,” he said. His accent was as unusual as the rest of him; flat and stretched-out, yet with an unpredictable, almost musical bounce to it. Tabby had never heard one like it. “I did not mean to frighten you.”

“Yeah?” Tabby said, circling to keep him visible. “Well, good thing, because there’s about fifty cops one shout away.” He looked beat up and worn down, like he hadn’t seen a bed, shower, or hot meal in weeks. His skin was pale and his eyes were baggy. Great, Tabby thought. Leave one junkie and find another. 

“Cops? That means…law enforcement, right? I am looking for such a man. His name is Fernando Kitz. Are you acquainted with him?”

What the hell? Tabby thought. How does he know Melanie’s dad? Fernando was indeed Mr. Kitz’s real first name, which he never used. But guys like this usually ran from the cops, not to them. “Never heard of him,” she said. “If you follow me, I will scream. Go creep around somewhere else.”

He didn’t get angry; he simply sighed, deflated, and bowed slightly. “I am sorry for accosting you. I will ask another. But you should seek shelter. It is not a good night to be out.”

Tabby’s muscles stayed tense, but he meant what he said. He turned and walked away. Luckily, his was a non-violent kind of crazy. But who on earth didn’t know what ‘cop’ meant? And if he didn’t, why was he looking for one? And what the hell did ‘take shelter’ mean?

She hoped it was nothing serious. She hoped Fred could explain it. She hoped that “not a good night” just meant the weather.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hola Dani!!!! I'm so excited!!!!!!! I couldn't sleep waiting for this!!!!

This one will most likely just be me pointing at your awesomeness and key smashing!!!

I'll try my best to make sentences!!

Epilogue: Don't Say Fuck

I can try!

Fun fact: the word for Epilogue in Spanish is epílogo which means I misspelled this word twice last chapter out of dumbness 🤪

Alec sighs and closes his eyes.

Magnus is not here.

Of course not.

Why the fuck not???... aaaand I failed 😒 fuck!

“But sir,” she sighs with gentle exasperation. “You do realize the wedding is today?”

Who's wedding???

But Alec has been governor for more than 15 years now. He has been the governor for four whole terms.

What???? Omg omg omg!!!!!!!

It’s their third date.

Ok ok flashbacks I like it!!!

“I don’t want to live in Albany,” Magnus points out. “I don’t enjoy living there.”

Alec is quiet for a long minute.

“What’s yours?” Magnus asks carefully.

“I don’t want to resign,” Alec says, his voice firm. “I fought tooth and nail to get to this position. I’m not giving it up.”

This conversation 🙌🏼

All this pressure about finding the right successor made Alec think about Shinyun.

Please tell me they have at least become friendly after all this time 😌 The sass should have brought them together

Time to get ready for the big day. 

Who's big day?? Rosewood or Mavid??? 🤔

“Who trains for seven hours?” Magnus demands. “This is child abuse.”

People who want Olympic medals

Alec. Alec. Alec, Magnus thinks. Do you know how proud I am of you?

I'm so very proud of my twin too!!

“Do you remember what I taste like?”

I just want you to know that this has been imprinted on my brain

This fic is Mean Girls level of quotable!!!

This isn’t a success.

This feels like a miracle.

This feels like magic.

😍🥰😍🥰

Alec sighs as he settles into the couch. “I know, baby. I’m just-”

He said it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They don’t make a big deal out of it.

I am... I'm making the biggest deal!!! ALDÑALS!!!

They haven’t taken things any further.

As in, to the bedroom – or any room, unfortunately.

How is my beloved twin holding back ?? My brother truly has changed wow

“David is cooking?” Alec asks. “Can I come?”

I want to go too!! I'm young people

“Magnus and I are dating again,” Alec says. “Questions?”

🤣🤣🤣 thank God my brother interviene

“Bedroom,” Alec growls lowly.

Finally!!!! Sexy times!!!! Get that dick brother!!! You deserve it!!!!

Alec licks a strip along Magnus’ inner thigh. “I want to remember what you taste like.”

*New kink unlocked*

They don’t take a nap.

Good for them!!

They had gone public a few months before the third election.

Yay!!!

“What about Max?” Magnus asks.

“Fuck,” Alec blinks. “I forgot about him!”

🤣🤣🤣 how??? How???

And with Max – Shinyun had come too.

Of course she did!!!

It wouldn’t be ideal for the groom to have a panic attack just before the ceremony.

Ok ok... it's Rosewood's wedding!!! Me encanta!! Mi bebé precioso se va a casar 🥰

“I already put the other one in.”

Magnus turns around and glares at Alec. “Alexander!”

🤣🤣🤣

“Alexander.”

“Hm?”

“Will you marry me?”

Alec pulls Ben into a tight hug, unable to stop his grin.

Benjamin!!!! He is a Senator now!!! I want him to be president!!!

“BECAUSE HE PROPOSED FIRST!”

YESSSSSSS

“It’s Lightwood-Bane,” Alec corrects. “And I totally regret asking you to be mine.”

They remarried??? ALQLELQKW!!!!!

Magnus didn’t want another wedding.

Magnus just wanted his husband.

I'm so happy!!!!

Shinyun takes the pen from him and smiles softly at Magnus. She bends over to sign and looks at Alec. “What would happen if I didn’t sign?”

“I’ll kill you,” Alec smiles at her.

Look at my wife being there as she should 😭😭😭

“Hey. Hey. Look at me. Eyes on me,” Alec whispers. “50 states. Alphabetical order. Go.”

Mi bebé precioso se va a casar!!! 😭 lo amo demasiado!!!

We’re finding that ring or I’m not getting married today.”

Where the fuck is the ring??? Also rubies 😍😍

“I’ve spoken to Max and Shinyun. They’ve agreed to support your cause through the Edom Anniversary fund this year.”

🙌🏼😌🙌🏼😌

“Just to be clear, if Anjali tries to break out of her room and come see you…should I tackle her?”

“No!” they all yell at the same time.

Oh Benjamin I am love you 🤣🤣🤣

“Alex,” she nods when she sees him.

I chose to believe she is addressing me 😌

Shinyun has a tattoo of a spider web on the right side of her neck.

He doesn’t have a home anymore.

If he does he doesn’t act like it.

Of course he has a home, he has David!!!

Magnus wishes he would just bring himself. And then stay for more than a week.

Maxwell!!! Visit your parents!! Have you forgotten how needy and dramatic these bitches can be??

“Uh,” David blinks. “I fell.”

🤣🤣🤣 no, he didn't

Oh noooo... there's tension!!

Oh noooo there's fighting!!!

Oh noooooo.... Dani stop!!!! My twin 😭 Mavid 😭

“Alex.”

“What?”

“I don’t like it when he is sad,” Shinyun exhales. “Fix it.”

What the hap is fuckening????

He has more tattoos than he did last time Alec saw him shirtless – which was almost two years ago.

I need a spin-off on Max’s tattoos

“I am proud of you.”

Max stops.

😭😭😭😭😭

“I thought you didn’t miss me anymore,” Max says quietly.

“Why would you think that?”

This bitches miscommunicating again is going to be my villain origin story

Ok they're talking...

My twin is wearing Edom!!

“Love makes one do stupid things,” Max says dramatically. “Right, dad?”

Totally right!!!

“I let go of you once. But you found your way back to me,” Alec whispers. “It’s just like that. Okay?”

Oh my god!!! Oh my god!!! Is their daughter!!! Right?? That's her!!! 😭

The doctor comes back a moment later. She smiles. “It’s a girl.”

Alec’s grin becomes better. “I told you so.”

AKDLSLAÑQP!!!! GRACIAS DANIIII...!!! YOU ARE A BENEVOLENT QUEEN!!!

When you said she was lost I thought they wouldn't try again but here she is!!!! I am so happy!!!

¡Gracias! ¡Gracias! ¡GRACIAS! 😘

“She is going to need therapy to put up with you lot anyway,” the surrogate mumbles.

She is not wrong!!

Minerva Jude Lightwood-Bane.

It's perfect!!! I am love her!!!

“Max said if I have something valuable, I shouldn’t give it for free,” she points out.

Max is a fantastic and wise older brother

“Raisin cookies!” Minerva shouts in glee.

Look at that... another freak!! Raisins are just OK they are the gray of fruits

“I thought David was going to propose to Max at the airport when they fly back to Paris,” Minerva frowns.

ALSLQÑQÑÑWLQPQLDJDJ!!!!!!

“Kamu baik-baik saja, bapak?” the girl asks, climbing into bed. “Apakah kamu sakit?"

Is this an episode???

“I couldn’t build a blanket fort,” Magnus sniffles.

🥺🥺🥺 my Magnus!

Does Nemo have seven Olympic medals?" Max asks. 

Holy shit!!! He truly got one for all the people he loves!!

Rafael starts to sob quietly when Anjali walks down the aisle.

Is the most natural and appropriate reaction to Anjali’s presence

He remembers Magnus.

His smile. His laughter. His love.

😭😭😭😭😭

Dani!! Your author's note!! You're so precious!! I AM LOVE YOU 💚

Thank you, for the story, for all the effort you put into it, for all the tears, for all the laughter, for everything I learned with my beloved characters, this story has changed me, I've learned things about myself and for that I can't say THANK YOU enough!!! ❤❤❤❤❤

You are incredibly talented and we are all really lucky for the fact that you chose to share that talented with us!!

ALEX. ALEX. ALEX.

Thank you for supporting TLND. I love you so much.

To everyone talking about the GrowthTM in TLND, the real growth is Alex going from "shinyun is enemy 01" to "shinyun is my wife".

ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

#;) #tlnd

[man-and-atom]

This postcard was put out by the “Anti Nuclear Campaign”, and we feel safe in presuming that it was meant to imply that being near a nuclear power station is a bad thing. If we don’t come to it with that already in mind, however… then what?

The closer the power station is, the less distance the power has to be transmitted. That means less of the high-tension lines that everyone seems to hate. It also means the possibility of getting heat as well as electricity.

Being close to a nuclear power station means those advantages come free of long, noisy coal trains, and of air pollution. A nuclear station is a quiet, tidy place. And the design of the British Magnox and AGR stations ― beginning with the selection of the low-power-density, gas-cooled, graphite-moderated concept ― emphasized public safety over economy. In fact they could have been located in dense urban areas, and it was half-seriously suggested to retrofit the Battersea station in London (now an art museum).

The red circles are nuclear power plant sites in operation at the time of the postcard (for some reason Calder Hall, adjacent to Windscale, is omitted), and the other circles are sites of plants under construction or planned. Of these latter, only Torness and Heysham came about. The red squares are fuel-cycle sites.

#antinuclearism #atomic power to the people #uk

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

#10yrsago Beck’s new album is sheet-music only https://www.mcsweeneys.net/pages/song-reader

#10yrsago WIPO’s Broadcasting Treaty is back: a treaty to end the public domain, fair use and Creative Commons https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2012/08/negotiations-2014-wipo-broadcasting-treaty-are-back

#10yrsago Pussy Riot’s closing statement https://olenskae.tumblr.com/post/29137327674/yekaterina-samutsevich-closing-statement-at-the

#5yrsago Ajit Pai just stacked the FCC’s advisory panel with dingo babysitters from big telcoms https://www.thedailybeast.com/almost-all-of-fccs-new-advisory-panel-works-for-telecoms

#5yrsago 20 year old advice on helping people with computers is still relevant todayhttps://pages.gseis.ucla.edu/faculty/agre/how-to-help.html

#5yrsago 7 years later, Sun Microsystems cofounder Vinod Khosla loses bid to privatize public beach https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2017/aug/10/martins-beach-california-public-vinod-khosla

#5yrsago Wells Fargo also gouged small businesses on credit-card fees https://consumerist.com/2017/08/11/wells-fargo-accused-of-overcharging-small-businesses/

#1yrago IRS leaks reveal billions reaped through ultra-wealthy lobbying on the tax bill https://pluralistic.net/2021/08/11/the-canada-variant/#shitty-man-of-history-theory

#1yrago Canada’s got the world’s worst internet ideas https://pluralistic.net/2021/08/11/the-canada-variant/#no-canada

#pluralistic