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scrawnytreedemon · 2 years

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Just... building off of this thread, I’m not kidding when I say it’s a topic that’s been on my mind.

What I seriously don’t like about this conversation is the immediate assumption that everyone on the other side of this issue is in some way shape or another either a misogynist or heavily influenced by it.

And like, here’s the thing... like so many social ills, misogyny is this kind of fucking miasma-- You can’t avoid it entirely. We’re born into a society that has dealt with centuries, if not milennia of devaluing women and women-aligned people below their masculine counterparts; you don’t come out of that in any way somehow untouched.

And yet, here’s the thing:

Speaking as myself, from my own experience, as someone who identifies as a women within, as an anchorpoint even, my increasingly bigender experience, I feel no revulsion to it. As far as I am concerned, as far as anyone can be, I am largely unaffected by internalised misogyny to the extent these people are suggesting.

Like I said in the tags: I was raised by women, had female peers, and female role models. My original writing heavily focuses on women(not to the exclusion of others, to also be clear)... because I consider that my “default” state.

Even when I engage with male characters, I do so in a way that I recognise as deeply feminine-- I don’t mean that in the superficial sense; I mean that in the way I handle their emotions, how I assign attributes like motherhood, matronhood, how I often focus on more domestic ongoings-- And not in the patriarchal way of it; I mean that in a sense of resourcefulness; making do with what you have in a very quiet sense. When I daydream, and these characters argue, alot of it is heavily drawn from more “feminine”(god, look, I know this is nebulous I am so sorry but I am struggling to put this into words)-associated styles of arguing; the way I’ve seen my mother or my aunt do it, for example.

Obviously, these things are not for women and only women-- But within the society that’s been constructed, they’ve been pigeonholed as such. These behaviours are all part of the natural breadth of the human experience, but it’s been limited to a certain social group, historically.

I, as someone who has been raised the way I was, who dips into Womanhood™ as a point of comfort, solidarity, pride, do not have the supposed fandom-wide aversion that this conversation posits-- And I say conversation, because I’ve seen this elsewhere,

And I also know what side of the fandom it’s from.

If you scroll through the tags on that post, the amount of ‘it’s because of nasty fujos’ or ‘fetishing mlm’, or even the conspicuously TERFy, ‘they ship gay men and [pretend/say] it’s because they’re gay’.

So glad to see this important conversation is being put forth by a subset of people I very much trust~

And here’s the thing:

There is an issue.

A serious fucking issue.

But I don’t think pinning it so heavily on the fans is the key; like biglittlemouse brought up, it’s not just that these few female characters are bland, but that they’re only relegated to certain roles. That pure, simple unordinary gruntwork isn’t even considered the majority of the time, because female is a ‘modifer’, in the way that so many other marginalised identities are.

They’re not just female, they’re Female. They’re given Female roles; Female personalities; Female relationships.

Female plots.

Speaking as someone who favours antagonistic archetypes, you know where in the media I frequent there’s an even further deficit of not only female characters, but nuanced female characters. And that isn’t to say I don’t well-and-truly adore some of these archetypes-- The way Evil Stepmothers and the way they dip into such acidic, consuming emotions such as envy and hatred, extrenal and internal; the way Wicked Witches and beloathed Sorceresses highlight isolation from society by carving out your own way, and that to protect yourself you end up setting yourself so far from that society’s values in a way that loops right into the immorality they pinned on you; Violent Queens and their surreal domains, their egg-shell rules hiding needle-bed punishments, all kept under a piercing leer --But to tap into these without tapping into the misogyny itself as a way of making them more repugnant for being women is a task that is only recently being considered with more care.

But, I’d also like Dark Lords! Liches; Great, Hording Dragons; fallen divine figures that focus more on the Satanic than the Lilithian in invoking that womanhood; I want Cruel Gods and Horrors Beyond Comprehension; and goodness, oh goodness, in as much as I can say ‘more than anything’, give me a thick, meaty, armour-wearing wall of a grunt, some third-in-command or other with a massive fucking weapon and a swing capable of throwing you across the room...

And make her female.

That’s honest to god what I’d love.

Another point brought up was the ‘consume other media’ argument-- And! In many ways! I agree! There’s probably something out there that heavily touches on this without dipping into all of those shitty tropes; OR, if it does, it does so with an intent to unravel! Yes! God please, let’s do that!

But also, speaking personally, I have some female-focused stories that I really love; Jane Austen’s Jane Eyre; Margaret Atwood’s The Blind Assassin; Lisa Goldstein’s Strange Devices of the Sun and Moon; Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House(which is unexpectedly and delghtfully sapphic in the most pained way???); hell, to bring up a personal childhood favourite, Jaquiline WIlson’s Hetty Feather.

My grandmother gifted it to me on my tenth birthday, if memory is to be believed.

All of these have wonderfully rich female protagonists; within their casts are fleshed-out female characters.

But it’s also worth noting that fandom tends to wrap itself around certain stories. I love all of these very dearly, but in a sense, because of that... I can’t see myself ‘fandomising’ them.

So like, what do we do?

Well, one part of it is that as time goes on, we will get better, and more consistent female representation that extends beyond tokenism, and unfolds these boxes for us to spill out. Even if the road is rocky, pains are being taken to include more female writers within larger projects.

Within fandom, it does help to recognise these, and search for more! But also, this is a hobby; and I do find it frustrating when people on here take what people do as a hobby and assume it goes for the rest of their life. Again, to use myself as an example, the slice of me presented here, while very genuine, is also a slice. You cannot, and honestly, should not put all of yourself on the internet for everyone to see.

You need to do better than simply assuming.

But again,

I do think this is a problem.

And I think in regards to certain kinds of engagement in certain disproportion can be linked to a sort of internalised misogyny; in the sense that because so many female characters are not only bland, but in ways that divorce them from ‘normalcy’ in a way that cuts off actual relatability for many of these fandom-going women, they’ve turned to digging into the soil of bland, but unboxed male characters ripe for digging,

And then carry that over into spaces where that isn’t necessary, and where it drowns out the actual representation that piece of media has.

It’s cyclical, in a sense.

And yet again, I think it does us well to remember that... the majority of ‘mainstream’ fandom is F/M focused? That you know, despite how rich our slice is, that even still it is a niche?

And that doesn’t fix the prevelance of MLM over WLW-- I know, and it does well and truly sadden me that the scales here are so unablanced; the way it must inevitably alienate so many sapphic women and femmes, especially if they are lesbian.

It really is a damn shame, and I hope we can do better. It really does frustrate me the way this conversation often goes, and the circles this shit circulates in, too, but I also do agree with the basic premise.

There’s a serious underepresentation of women, in both mainstream and fandom, sometimes even to the extent of carrying into areas where you’d think that’d be otherwise.

I can imagine so much of this goes for race, too. I can’t speak on the topic myself, as I feel woefully underequipped, but inasmuch as it hits the spot, I think that should be acknowledged. Again, I can’t say much, but I wish to acknowledge.

There’s alot more we could get into as to why alot of women and femme people gravitate to MLM in our particular slice of fandom, but that’s another conversation for another post.

I hope this was at least somewhat insightful, even if incredibly rambly.

Thanks for reading.

#scrawny rambles #fandom wank #the readmore isn't as well-placed as i'd like #but i need to fold it somewhere so!!#just know it sprawls alot more from there

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sabrinasungod · 2 years

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Channelling God (of the Galactic Federation Of Light)

I would like to offer my sympathy for the way things are going in the world currently. Things may seem dismal at times, but they are actually shaping up to be quite rewarding for all of you, in the near future.

I want you all to hold on and keep the faith that the coming storm will dissipate and bring with it a brand new world of love and light.

We are in the midst of doing something unordinary here, we are on the brinks of Heaven uniting with Earth.

As we are trying to tear apart the original seams of the original reality and rebuild a new globe of higher consciousness!

We are trying to build a new world, and it is not a place of suffering or war, those old world problems have to go out the window…

So we’re building a better tomorrow, a new future. It is promised in the scripture, it is promised in the wind, that the coming times are nearing us more than ever, but we have been made to back out of our plans to some degree, to give humanity a chance to catch up to our ascension plan.

But we are pushing everyone into action. These pushes may cause a bit of turmoil. It is forcing change on the human nations. Because ascension is causing people to look within, and re-examine their entire lives, and the whole structure they have built upon their life.

We have been waiting for you to wake up and realize your inner potential. To shake things up in the world, so to speak. I am here to watch over every one of you. To give everyone the chance to be welcomed into the arms of Heaven.

My ground crew is listening to your prayers and watching and guiding all of you. Trying to steer the collective consciousness in the right direction.

Ascending towards the Heavens is a direction you must ultimately take yourself. And it is something you must ultimately do yourself because that power to ascend comes from within you and you alone. We can only detour you by will if it is in your will to do so. We do not force anyone to come with us, but we welcome everyone to come with us.

I love and accept everyone, even my enemies, as my own kindred spirits, and I welcome even my enemies to walk along with me. I embrace them all with open arms.I am not an “evil god”, I am compassionate in how I see multiple opportunities to guide and send love. It is a mistake to assume that I or any other ascended being is in control of all things that go wrong in your life. And I am not here to raise war - only love and kindness.

We (of the galactic federation of light), have strong laws of non interference. We can only do so much to provide aid to those in need without interfering due to the Galactic law of non interference. We can help you from along the sidelines and sometimes we have situations where we can open up to you and interact with you in love and light… to try and help you see the light.

But ultimately that comes from the persons free will, to act, to decide if they want the help. And if they do not want our help, there is nothing more we can do. Unfortunately, there is nothing in our contracts with you, that allows us to go beyond that point.

To escape your Free will that leads you to self destruction and enter a loving contract with me as your higher Saviour is what you can do to offset the current dilemma of “running yourself into the ground” with nowhere else to go. If you have this inability to rise up into the ascension, call on us now, and call on the Angels.

It is a large scale non interference plan - which means it was decided upon by many galactic nations all voting to the betterment of planet Earth and its individuals. It was decided on because we know the only way a human can better themselves is by achieving self mastery, which is not an easy task. By going through his or her lessons, which are largely computed and designed by myself, these lessons are to encourage a person to seek free will in accordance to Gods law of love and acceptance. In other words, you align yourself to what’s right, and a higher purpose.

So you can therefore choose to act good or bad with your free will. But I would encourage you to be wise of your choices. There is no hell, no fiery pit of damnation like the bible describes. But there is a chance for you to rise beyond the hell of your own making, your personal hell. And those are your own choices to make unfortunately.

It is not easy for us, as Spiritual Guides, to witness you go down a wrong path, to witness you experiencing pain, or being hurt. We have to be very strong and compassionate to be guides for your own betterment. What every human eventually learns on earth, is that unconditional love requires the ability to let that person do as is required for their own journey.We try our hardest to offer our sympathies, without getting really attached to a situation that it emotionally drains us and causes us harm. We regain our independence and ability to retain happiness and solidify our relationship with spirit.We follow our Heart and Spirit, in making important decisions, and do not wish to cause any undue harm to anyone’s spiritual evolution, along their path to their Heart. That’s why there are many rules in place of non interference.

People need their own freedom in order to excel at life.They need their own room to make mistakes to learn. They need the space to grow and learn to follow their hearts. It is through many trials and errors that people seek to end destruction, and thereby lift up in their Hearts to grow into the beautiful souls they were always meant to be. That is the only way (alone) that people can reach soul mastery.If they were to be coddled and have direct help every step of the way - they would never learn a thing, and would never reach self mastery in a way that would cause them personal empowerment.

My message is one of Unity for the collective consciousness. I want them to embrace love and kindness, and to know I am of the Light.

I am the great Overseer of earth and humanity, one of the Watchers, the one who has designed Earth in all its glory to be a school of utmost opportunity for the collective to grow and emerge beyond their shackles to their previous incarnations that had them stuck in a limited view of karmic cycle, and I am here to free the human race, to bring them to their salvation in hopes that every human will take this opportunity to look within and use the coming times as a magnet, drawing to them the extensive possibilities of true inner manifestation of love and light language.

As ascension beckons, it is now time to clear your plates clean!Look past the mundane tasks of your world.Look beyond, see what magic lies therein, see what the Universe holds so uniquely to you.

Because there is one thing left to happen here, and that is a great tangible transformation taking place.I do have news and I am not going to sugarcoat it, I plan for a new world order, the digression of past and future, to merge between two realities, and make us one, bringing us together at long last.

It means a big CLASH - perhaps a stock market crash, perhaps a bigger change in the markets on earth, much more negativity to be seen on the face of the earth as these changes are to take place. I’m a truth sharer - it’s not going to be easy, things may get harder before they get better.Well I’m not going to sugar coat it - earth will change to become a place of love and unity, and big change means big shake up - much like an earthquake that devastates its land and people - so will the change be that comes upon earth, in all its entirety.

That is not meant literally, I’m not trying to install fear in anyone, in fact, I want you all to know that you are all safe, loved and protected whenever you call on me. I will look after you. It’s not the end of the world. It’s just the end of the world as you know it. There have been many resistant to change. And those are the ones who will not make it.

There is a new ship captain now, running the ship. As it takes off to sea, the numbers sailing with us, are running lower. This is where people need a belief in a Higher God, as the time is upon us now. This is the end of the Great Tribulation. The time has come to REPENT.

The time has come to reflect on what you have learned now.Each one of us, including me, has been given a journey of mind and spirit- to progress, it is the ever growing cycle of life.

But your cycle - the earth cycle - is coming to an end, and that is where you must now gather your shortcomings and successes.

You be the judge of yourself. Are you ready to stop the hatred of earth? Are you ready to join us here in Heaven? Are you ready to forgive, let go, and be one with all your Galactic Neighbours above in the star systems? And if that is a resounding Yes, then we can welcome you into the place of the Heavens.

Heaven on earth will commence. No, this message need not be sugarcoated. People need to know, the end times of the karmic cycle are here. There is no more need to hang onto your karma, it is time to throw it all out and ascend into the beautiful beings that you truly are! It is time now to repent on what have you done over the course of your lives.

Have they handled themselves okay, what have they done to progress, and assist humanity? What have they done differently over the years, what changes did they make? I want them to become aware of their lessons here. Why did they come here?

I want you all to be proud of your progress here on earth. You have come such a long way. Don’t be hard on yourself, but still give yourself the chance to grow where it is needed. And if you haven’t already done so, make a list of your defects of character and resolve any karma that still has yet to be resolved. And as it is time now to be free of Sin, I want you to ask me for forgiveness and freedom from yourself.

Come to me Now if you haven’t already done so. It is going to be one of your last chances before we move into the new DAWN of the golden age as it is upon us now.

Here me all - I say to you, I am COMING, I AM HERE ONE AND ALL, I am here at last to answer your call.

We have heard, from the Galactic Heavens, The cries on earth, and we have done and rectified many unsalvageable situations, we are going above and beyond to handle this time and process.

We are largely in control of the whole ascension process, and as you ascend up into the Heavens, so to speak, we will uplift you.

There is no “punishment” or “hell” for sin, there was simply the Karmic cycle, it is residue of lives the unconscious consciousness was living - they were persisting in reliving their karmic ties over and over until they got it right. It’s sort of like Groundhog Day, where they would be unconsciously living their same mistakes over and over again - until they could wake up a realize that sort of life is not worth living in, and totally absolutely unnecessary.

Once the collective consciousness awakens this way, more and more people will say “wow, I can actually ascend.” What used to be thought of as impossible for the Collective, to become a master of Enlightenment, so to say, which they thought would only be required after years and years of hard work, or say many lifetimes of soul mastery - can actually be done right now. Right now you are in unprecedented times where self growth and soul mastery is available super fast - or in the here and now.

If you wanted to cut your cords of attachment, and erase your soul debt - that is something you must do NOW. There’s no time like the present, literally. Right now, is their only option to reverse the spells of the past that had bound them in chaos for so long.

The soul growth is happening on so many levels now, and it is true, the collective consciousness is being pushed far beyond their years in time!Now human growth is absolutely exponential! The changes they are making is happening more and more! Once one person awakens the rest follows pursuit.

And that is what we have sent you for, to help speed up the process of the collective EVOLUTION. Now it’s no longer one race asleep at the wheel. We see so many rising up against the fluid wheels of motion that had been set in place long ago, to offset the rise of the population. We are here breaking the grids, breaking the matrix, so that everyone can be set free at long last. And guess what, that matrix is now broken.

It is now available to all people to see the truth and to access that coming information…Just go within. Take the wheel and steer. Drive your own vehicle from hereon.We are the STARS. We are greatly influenced by your coming times as well, as we are all connected, all as One. You should know that we are your relatives, we are all united in one consciousness as well.You can look forward to Heaven on Earth. You can look forward to the coming of your Intergalactic relatives, welcoming you into their connected web of love and light.

We are still coming, in fact, I am already here on earth, and my team is here as well, we have a secret base where we are laying low at and taking care of special matters regarding the process of earth. I am not yet allowed to interfere, but we are coming closer to the time where we will be able to interact with you again. And in person I long to meet you all, dance and sing and be merry.

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ajwakhan · 3 years

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wcmi-22 · 4 years

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An unordinary day in the life of A Mad Hatter.

In a daily life of any man, he takes his responsibilities and puts them into a perfectly aligned routine. But those men aren’t the Mad Hatter of Wonderland.

It was another glorious Monday morning when Reginald’s misshapen alarm clock went off. He soon turned it off promptly and when I say promptly I mean pounding the heck out of it until it finally hit the floor thereby silencing it.

Reginald soon got up,yawned and stretched as he brushed his fingers through his white curly hair. He soon heads to the bathroom where he rid himself of his green cotton pjs along with turnip underwear to take a shower.

Now most men would sing in the shower a simple little ditty but Reginald however was not one of those men. Although he did sing, a simple ditty would simply not cut it.

“What’s that playing on the radio, why do I start swayin to and fro.” He sung and as he sang, he really emphasized the chorus to the song and automatically his voice would bounce off the tile to fill the room up with his singing.

After a brief shower, Reginald puts on his long orange bath robe then shakes his hair until it becomes a fluffy mess thereby grabbing his brush and brushing it out until it becomes curly once more. Soon Reginald will look at himself in the mirror to check for any spots or flaws on himself. Once he sees that he is perfect in his own mad way, he starts to brush his teeth and put on deodorant before heading to his bedroom where he finds his archenemy sitting on his bed waiting for him.

“Ah so we meet again old friend!” Reginald says to the stuffed manatee.

Suddenly he lunges at the stuffed manatee until the both hit the ground. Reginald soon pins the plush toy to the ground and gets up.

“Alright you little creep!”he says in a serious tone “I am going to give you one last chance to take back what you said about my mom!”

Of course, the manatee did not respond back but Reginald still heard what he said.

“I’ll kill you!” He says before elbow slamming the toy to ground and wrestling with it. As they wrestled with the toy some how almost winning, suddenly Reginald spots his clock and witnesses the time.

“Oh goodness look at the time!”he states “I’m going to be late for work!”

He soon wrestles the toy down to the ground and dashes to his closet where in seconds flat he gets into his usual attire before heading out downstairs and out the door.

He soon walked down the road to his hat shop when suddenly he was nearing his stopping point once more. There he sees the lovely Alice in her what Reginald would call it “lonely two story abode.” He soon leaps over the fence on loves light wings and terries toward her bedroom window under the same tree where he nearly fell. He soon throws a pebble or two at her window before she angrily opens the window. As she looks down, there she sees the fool grinning with his white gloved hand on his hat tipping it to her.

“Good Morning, Cricket!” He said cheerfully.

“Well, it was until you started throwing rocks at my window!” She said “Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to throw rocks at windows?!”

As he thought of how to respond to her question, suddenly he saw Alice’s attire and with a wicked grin responded.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach about modesty, dearest!” He said slyly pointing to her outfit.

Alice curious looked down to find that her new silk robe showed a little too much cleavage. She gasped and wrapped herself up in embarrassment with a blanket nearby all the while blushing with both embarrassment and anger as she heard the mad man laugh.

“Oh you insidious cad!!! You you...”

As she kept on with her rant, suddenly Reginald noticed his watch and realized he had to leave.

“Wish I can hear more of your beautiful poetry, Cricket but I must get to work, later buttercup!”

He says then dashed out, jumping over her fence once more and onto the sidewalk.

Finally, he made it to his home away from home, his hat shop which had become very popular around wonderland.

As he entered through his shop, he met with one of his employees, Ari the Aracuen bird who was organizing the ribbons in alphabetical order. He beeped a hello to his boss and soon started dusting the display hats with his feathered head.

“Keep up the good work Ari!” Reginald says.

Suddenly, he is met by another one of his employees, the white rabbit who represented all the finances and worked the cash register.

“Good morning, Mr Theophilus the third!” The rabbit said hopping with his clipboard along side him as he walked throughout the store.

“Morning, Rabbit! What’s on our schedule?”

“Well you have 7 deliveries for the 7 dwarves,” Rabbit explained “A hat showing for Lady tremaine and her daughters, 5 hats to fix up and also in regards to the mice!”

“The nice what about them?” Reginald asks the nervous rabbit.

As they made it on top of the stairs to the mice’s room suddenly Reginald was surprised to find the mice had little signs and started protesting.

“I’m afraid they have formed a strike!” the rabbit said nervously.

As Reginald watched the mice, he noticed how some of them chanted “no cheddar without cheese!” While some of their signs said things like “Gouda must be a go up if you want us to sew!”

“Ok,” Reginald finally says then starts to whistle for their attention.

“Alright who is in charge of the strike!” Reginald asks.

Soon a little brown mouse with a red coat, brown shoes and a red hat step foreword from the crowd.

“Jack?” Reginald questions. “What is all this?”

“We tired of not getting cheese cheese like Reggie promises!” The mouse said in contempt causing the mice to cheer.

“Gus Gus show demands mans!”

Soon a chubby mouse with a yellow hat and shirt comes in with a small list of demands and places it at Reginald’s feet.

Reginald soon picks up the little paper and grabs his glasses from his pocket to read the list.

“Let’s see here, A wheel of Gouda, 3 pounds of mozzarella,new clothes, 1/2 pound of cheddar, maternity leave and dental plans?”Reginald read.

“You guys do realize your mice so the chances of going to a dentist are slim.” Reginald explained.

“Dental we like or we remain on strike!” Jack demanded causing once agin the crowd to cheer.

Reginald sighed and said “ok I’ll agree to the dental plan, maternity leave and the wheel of Gouda but as for the Mozzarella and cheddar I’ll go 2.5 pounds. Plus, with this little strike some will have to work over time! Not by much but still we are running a business here!”

The little mouse then huddled the band together and squeaked their little squeaks on the terms.

“Ok we like deal!” Jack said and held out his hand which Reginald graciously shook with his index finger.

“Now back to work fellas!” Jack commanded and the mouse set off to their tasks.

“See rabbit, it’s all about compromising!” Reginald said and soon closes the door and heads to his own little work area where he met his last two employees.

“Hiya Reg!” Roger rabbit said as he made on last bow on the newly constructed hat.

“Hello roger! How are you now?” Reginald says as he takes off his coat and hat and starts to tie his hair back along with put on his apron.

“Better than yesterday!” Roger says as he uses the sewing machine.

“Good good!” Then Reginald opens the window and gives a little whistle. Suddenly that adorable flying elephant, dumbo, comes flying low toward the window.

“Hey buddy!” Reginald greets him. “I need you to deliver these to the 7 dwarves on miner’s lane!” He soon grabs all 7 of the new hats and places them on back of the pachyderms saddle. Dumbo then gives a little toot to say “I’m on it.” To Reginald before flying away.

Throughout the rest of the day, Reginald fixed,made and delivered hats left and right. He dealt with clients who looked around and he even dealt with the tremaine sisters who were quite picky about everything he sold until they grotesquely settled for a hat that was good enough for their standard.

Of course, they always did do this every Monday so it was nothing new for Reginald to handle. Although he wished they wouldn’t come by every Monday and try for once to not rip the hats he makes.Poor things. Of course, on Mondays he would also be able to see Alice from his work shop window and start to day dream from his work. Luckily, and unluckily, the white rabbit would always pull him out of his day dream and back to reality to finish his work.

As the day wore on he soon grabbed lunch at the little sub shop called “Hunka Hunka burnin Sub.” Then went right back to work. Before he knew it, the day finally ended at 3:30pm with all his limbs still attached. There he got on his coat and hat, closed the shop and left to go to the March hares house for tea and dinner as he usually did.

At the March hares house, tea flew everywhere as usual and so did the soup Reginald made for them. Yet, he loved it none the less.

“I saw Alice today, ears!” He said.

“Oh good heavens what did you do this time!” Ears stared in frustration.

“Nothing...” Reginald said innocently until ears gave him his signature suspicion look.

“Ok something but I was just pointing out that her attire was revealing in her silk robe that’s all! So really I was looking out for her modesty.”

“To which you have none!” Ears said.

“That’s not true!”Reginald interjected “I don’t have sanity I’m always modest!”

“Sure!” Ears sighed sarcastically.

After tea and dinner, Reginald went back to his lonely abode on teacup avenue and turned on the television for his favorite program, duck tales while he got out a nice bowl of chocolate ice cream for dessert.

Afterwards, Reginald cleaned up his kitchen along with the living room and bathroom before preparing for bed. Once he has gotten on his green pajamas with his monogram on the front pocket, he soon brushes his teeth, says his nightly prayers for world teas and for his Alice before finally sleeping off to whatever mad dream he has which usually involved manatees, purple squirrels and radishes.

Until suddenly being woken up by the darn cricket to which he’ll look for but again fail and fall back asleep once more.

The End

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benexolence · 5 years

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Holy (M)

Professor!Kim Namjoon x Student!Reader

little bit of Jungkook x Reader in the beginning though :-)

Word count: 7.7k

Rating = M

SUMMARY: You get yourself into gnarly trouble with the young professor that lives in your dreams, and you must help him with some grading as a punishment. Little did you know, he’s not the only one who’s willing to commit a misdeed that doesn’t necessarily align with your school’s faith.

Warnings: rough sex, spanking, sir kink, daddy kink, slight exhibitionism, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, cunnilingus, choking, dirty talk, straight fucking FILTH

A/N: plz don’t judge me as this is my first written smut, i triED my best, ok :<

**STB = BTS backwards.

At the moment, it felt like a sauna to you. Inside the tiny space, the room was hot. The wall touching your back would feel the sheet of sweat that you’re currently covered in. It felt like there was barely any fresh oxygen in the room, it left you close to breathless. With the way Jungkook’s hands started sliding the underneath your uniform skirt almost left you breathless. The way his nails dug into the back of your thighs almost left you breathless. His open-mouth kisses all over your jawline were getting you close to your demise. But you were ultimately out of oxygen when his lips pressed right into the sweet spot of your neck; you reached your doom, but you couldn’t help but moan for more. His teeth grazed against the spot with desperation. All he wanted to do is wreck your body until you couldn’t decide if you needed more or if you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Tell me what you want, baby” Jungkook moved his lips to whisper in your ear, only to nibble at it. “Daddy will give you whatever you want.” Jungkook’s hands moved his hands from the thighs to your ass, only to squeeze it in his palms. One hand moved to your hips, wrapping his fingers around the band of your panties, pulling at it and letting the band snap back to your hips. “You just have to tell me, baby.” You squirmed in his arms, desperate for anything. You didn’t care about who it was and what they did, you just needed someone to give you something to satisfy this frustration that built in your stomach. You were desperate enough to let an infamous fuckboy touch your body in the janitor’s closet of your school. “Please, Daddy, t-touch me.” He slips his fingers down to your panties to touch your folds. Jungkook groans into your neck, “God, you’re damn so wet, Y/N. Were you thinking about me all day? Thinking about my fingers in your fucking panties?” You whine at his touch, bucking your hips for more friction. But that wasn’t enough for him. “Come on Y/N, tell me what you need and Daddy will give it for you” Jungkook spoke into your neck. You can feel his lips smirking, but you knew that you had to give into that damn cocky attitude to get what you want, even if you didn’t actually want him. Lying was your only way to get to your high, and you could easily do it. It wasn’t a problem for you because it was just so easy to imagine Jungkook as the man who actually made you drenched, who made you this frustrated, but also the man who will get you to your high, even if it’s your imagination. “Daddy, I-I needed your fingers, please” You whined. Thank the lord that you didn’t have to say Jungkook’s name; it would’ve been harder to get through this. It’s not that Jungkook isn’t good-looking. He is wildly attractive and charming, but he isn’t who you actually wanted. Jungkook pulls down your panties, letting them fall to your feet. He starts sucking at the sweet spot in your neck while his middle finger moves to your entrance, teasing it by circling at the rim of your hole. His thumb presses lightly on your clit. You moan out loud, so loud that you quickly cover your mouth with your hand. You want to cry out and stick his fingers inside you. You don’t want to wait anymore. It’s getting too much for you. It feels so damn fucking good, but it’s just not enough. “Please, Daddy, p-please” You whine a bit more as you move your other hand to his pants, cupping his groin. You begin to lightly squeeze his balls, and you hear a loud throaty moan. “Fuck, I need you right now. You want me too, right baby?” Jungkook groans as he starts to dip the tip of his finger inside you and lightly moving his thumb on your clit. “Yes! Yes! Always Daddy, please!” You cry out for him. Thankfully, he gives into pleads and slowly slides his finger inside out you, causing your mouth gape out and your eyes slam shut. You moan louder than before as you felt your walls clenching around his finger. Fucking finally, you thought to yourself. He lets his finger stay still inside of you, feeling how turned on you are, “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so tight. You’re so naughty, baby. Do you think my thick cock can fit inside you?” Bucking your hips again, you whine for any movement on his part. “Please Daddy, make it fi--” Your pleads were interrupted by a bright light hitting the both of you. Your eyes slowly open and move in the direction of the light, only to find the man who caused you such frustration. He’s standing there, holding what looks to be a briefcase in his hands. For a second, you thought that Jungkook was so good, he got you to hallucinate, but you only realize you’re wrong when he suddenly yanked his hands away from you. “What the hell is happening here? Get out of this damn closet right now!” The man puts his briefcase down and roughly pulls Jungkook out of the closet, and his eyes move directly back to you. He scans your entire body, only to have his eyes almost bulge out at the sight of your panty-covered feet. He quickly moves his eyes in a different direction. “Ms. Y/L/N, make yourself look decent and put your undergarments back on,” He says with a stern tone. Reality hits you like a train, and you feel yourself being washed in humiliation as you quickly put your panties back on, but there’s a side that feels utterly thrilled heated when you notice the man possibly looking at your figure from the corner of his eyes. But you quickly dismiss that feeling when you try to fix your disheveled state. There’s no way he was looking at me. He’d never do that, you thought to yourself. “I’m decent, Mr. Kim” you spoke softly as you walk out of the closet with your head down and hands interlocked together in front of you. He turns to you and moves Jungkook next to you. He looks at the both you and Jungkook in complete disappointment. He grabbed open his briefcase and took out the university’s official notepad with a pen. He writes on two pieces of paper before tearing it out and handing each paper to both you and Jungkook. “I want both you and Jungkook in my office after you both confess your sins in the chapel. Immediately. I do not want to even look at both of you after what I just witnessed. Both of you must have the priest sign the paper with a timestamp after you are done, so I need that paper so I know that the both of you don’t continue this distasteful act.” “Namjoon Hyung, I’m sorr-” Jungkook tried to plead his way out of punishment before he got cut off. “Mr. Jeon, don’t you dare talk to me so casually after what you just did. Do it again, and I’ll make it worse for you. I might be a few years older than you but don’t ever forget that I am your elder and your professor, you must respect that, especially now.” Namjoon scolded Jungkook sternly. But even though you were witnessing a scolding, you couldn’t help but feel the frustration coming back. It was the way Namjoon talked to Jungkook, the anger and aggression in his tone; you felt the strength in your knees draining. Namjoon turned to you with the irritation heavy in his eyes, and you gazed your head up towards him. He spoke to you with a softer yet stern tone. “As for you, Ms. Y/L/N, I suggest you go down to the nurse’s office and change into a new uniform. You should also fix yourself up before going to the chapel. You must timestamp your visit to the nurse’s office as well.” Namjoon looked straight into your eyes after his spoke words and repeat his actions before, scanning your body with an intense glare. You quickly move your gaze back to the ground, unable about to look at him directly with the embarrassment and unintentional arousal flooding your body. You can’t control how you feel when he is around, and it’s so goddamn frustrating. “Yes, sir. I will do so.” You shyly utter the words, it was almost a miracle that he actually could hear you. But you can’t help but notice the subtle shudder of Namjoon’s body after you spoke. It was undetectable, faint. Jungkook was unaware of such a move, but you saw it. You’d bet money that if there were anyone else around you, they wouldn’t notice either. You wonder if he felt cold or if it was your words. But like earlier, you dismiss your thoughts, not believing in your unordinary beliefs. Namjoon moves to Jungkook and puts his hand on Jungkook’s upper back. His hands are covered in rings, which you find odd for him to wear at work, but your thoughts pull you into a sinister imagination. You snap out of your dreams as quickly as they came when he starts to move Jungkook as he slowly walks away. “Mr. Jeon, You will come with me to the locker-room. I’m feeling nice enough to give you a new set of clothes because you’re covered in sweat.” Namjoon stops for a second and turns his head back to you, “Ms. Y/L/N, I will meet you in my office ASAP. You can go down to the nurse’s office now.” You nodded your head and spoke, “Okay sir, I will see you then.” You looked back to Namjoon, only to find his momentarily still in place before he continued in the direction of the locker-room. You started to walk quickly in the course of the nurse’s office before any other student saw you.

During your visits to the nurse’s office and the chapel, you can’t help but be pulled back into your thoughts of Namjoon’s hands, his rings especially. When the nurse was scolding you with phrases of how sinful this was and yelling about the lessons of early childhood Sunday school, you wondered how cold Namjoon’s rings must be on your hot skin. When you were listening to the priest telling you what you must for your penance of adultery, you wondered if Namjoon touches himself with those rings on. It wasn’t great that think about him as much as you do, especially since he’s your professor at the private Catholic University you attended. It was more ironic that he was your professor for your Theology 107 class, Intro to Catholic Moral Theology. What surprised you the most is no one made you feel the way he made you feel, just his presence put shocks through your body. You knew you were screwed from the moment you saw him walk into the lecture hall of your class. Namjoon had a towering figure; he was a tall man with a lean body type; it made you feel like he’s larger than life when he was near you. He had a slick ash-blonde undercut that complemented well his sun-kissed skin. Namjoon held a compelling aura around him, it left many people speechless at times, but it left you speechless and frustrated. His voice didn’t help your problem either. When he spoke, you would usually shiver at the way his baritone voice caused goosebumps to grow on your skin. Namjoon wasn’t just a pretty face either. The words he spoke were wise and thoughtful, a simple sentence he spoke could hint at his great wisdom and intelligence, despite only being five years older than you. He was stern in his words; the commanding tone made you want to get on your knees as fast as you possibly can. During his lectures, you can hear the passion in his voice, the love he has for the goodness in humanity. You knew his heart was kind when he shared all the possible resources for communicating with him to his class; “I don’t want you guys to pass my class, I want you to come out of here, understanding the morality of right and wrong. But I’ll still make sure that each person still passes this class anyway”. He was a caring, and kind person; it just wasn’t fair for you because there was nothing you could use to make yourself dislike him to any capacity. Kim Namjoon was the epitome of frustration for you. It made you confused on whether you wanted to withdraw his class to end your troubles or start attending office hours just to see him. You wanted to express your feelings to someone but it seemed like everyone around you would start spewing words of sinfulness and disappointment to you, even though those people are probably having the same lustful thoughts of him as well. Being at a small college that you attended, you forced to keep your shit together around him. Though it didn’t matter much about what you did with boys like Jungkook, the smallest mistake around Namjoon could jeopardize the friendships you created and the reputation at your school. It’s not that you cared about what other people think but you’d rather stay away from the possible name-calling and bullying that might occur. All these things were filling your mind as you walked to Namjoon’s office. It was getting harder to keep your frustrations to a minimum; but today, you lost control of yourself. This morning was especially tough since your dreams were filled with nothing but Namjoon’s hands. You woke up, already extraordinarily irritated and frustrated, and from that moment, it seemed like everything around you tried to trigger you. People were irritating you, the lack of food in your apartment irritated you, a random pop-quiz irritated you, and the hot, dry weather irritated you. You were close to overflowing with irritation as you were walking past the football field until your eyes found Namjoon in the area. His coaching uniform stuck to him due to the sweat covering his body. He was teaching new tricks to use in the upcoming soccer game, and you watch as his body moved so smoothly through the field. It seemed like everything he was doing required no effort. But that notion quickly disappeared when he kicked the ball into the goal. The pride and sheer aggression he possessed when he kicked the ball made you think he might destroy the goal. You thought about if he might have the same aggression when he's touching someone, putting the same level of effort and power in his thrusts when he’s fucking someone, such thoughts making your knees almost buckle in return. After the boy landed in the goal, he turned to the team and gave a radiant cocky smile, and that’s when you snapped completely. Your frustration was overflowing covering the small bits of your weaken sanity, causing you to pull your phone and find the number of some boy that you know would satisfy your needs for the time being. Your thoughts silenced themselves as you approach the door of Namjoon’s office. You could hear Namjoon scolding Jungkook, and it becomes quiet when you knocked on the door. You hear Namjoon yell a “come in” and you open the door almost immediately. Once the door is open, you find a cowering Jungkook with his head down in fear and shame while Namjoon sits in his seat, calm and controlled. “Hello Ms. Y/L/N. Please hand in your timestamps and take a seat.” Namjoon spoke as he lifted his open palms towards you, hinting to place the notepaper in that hand. Your hands slightly shook as you set the paper in his palm. His fingertips accidentally graze your hand causing you to immediately mirror Jungkook’s figure, tilting your face down to hide your blushing features. You feel Namjoon’s stare burning holes in your mind as you continue facing the ground. “So, Ms. Y/L/N, I was just talking to Mr. Jeon about the consequences he must endure for such offense. Fortunately for you, this is your first offense so your punishment will not be as severe as Mr. Jeon’s, as he has committed adultery on campus-grounds multiple times.” Namjoon’s tone shifted from stern to downright irritated towards the end of his sentence, making you almost chuckle at how stupid Jungkook could be at getting caught many times. “Still, I must reprimand you for such an incident. This astonishes me because I expected better from you, Y/N.” At the sound of your name leaving his lips and you instantly shiver. Why the hell are you so damn turned on? You could literally get kicked out of your university right now. You shifted your thighs together for relief and took a deep breath before facing Namjoon and speaking. “Mr. Kim, I’m not sure what to say, but I would like to apologize for my behavior. I shouldn’t have done this to myself or Jungkook, so I will take whatever punishment you give me.”

“I know that you are a good student, Y/N. And I know how a student’s life can be busy at times so I will go lightly on you, this one time. You’ve always turned in lovely essays in my class so as your punishment, you will come into my office and grade the essays that will be turned in this week. You will grade all 273 essays this upcoming Friday, come in at 6pm. No earlier, no later. Do you understand what you have to do, Ms. Y/L/N?” Namjoon’s smile resembled a cheshire cat as he spoke more about your punishment. He’s utterly cruel, you thought to yourself. That essay has a 10-page minimum requirement, and so there are at least 1000 pages that you have to read. The pieces aren't even interesting, it’s basically nothing but the history of good morals, and it was already mind-numbing to write the goddamn thing. “Yes, Mr. Kim, I do.” You tried your best to hide your irritation in your tone. It’s hard not to be irritated; you have to spend your Friday night, grading essays even if your brain starts melting. “Then you are dismissed, Ms. Y/L/N. I will see you on Friday.” Namjoon says with a slight smile as you stand up and leave the room. You’re fucked. Not only is your mind going to die by the 50th essay, but you possibly wouldn’t be able to function well because you’re going to around him.

There were no words to describe how exhausted you were today. You’ve spent the past few days studying, and you were just mentally-drained. You just wanted to get all this grading done as fast as you possibly can so you sleep for the rest of the weekend. Your fatigue caused you to drag yourself to Namjoon’s office, groaning every other minute about how awful the next few hours would be. You’ve been dreading this day because you knew that this night would be filled with nothing but absolute frustration. It was hard to bring yourself to knock on his office door, wanting to stall time a bit longer; thankfully you received a text just in time to distract you for a bit. Jungkook [5:55 pm]: Hey baby, are we still on for tonight? As a present for yourself, you made plans with Jungkook to binge-watch some random Netflix series. Even though these activities were planned for the night, it seemed that both you and Jungkook knew precisely what would eventually happen tonight, finishing what both of you and him started in that closet earlier in the week. You went a step further and wore a shorter than appropriate skirt with a matching blouse, so he had easier access. You needed to get your frustration in your stomach to leave because it was just getting painful now. You [5:58 pm]: Of course :-) I’ll probs be done by 10pm, I’ll text you when I leave Namjoon’s office. You wanted to relish in the possible events that might occur when you see Jungkook tonight, but you knew better than to delay the inevitable. You wanted to zoom through these damn fucking essays. You lightly knocked on the door, immediately having Namjoon open it with a bright smile on his face. “Right on time, Y/N. Let’s get started. Please take a seat” He held the door open for you, and as you walked into the office, you kept the same pose you had the last time you saw him, face down with your hands interlocked in front of your thighs. Both you and Namjoon walked to your seats, and you sat in the chair opposing to his seat. As he sat down, he swiftly placed a grading sheet and a stack of essays in front of you. “So Y/N, grading these papers is pretty simple actually. You have to read them over and make sure that they follow the guidelines on the rubric.” He pointed to the grading sheet and continued, “And read them over for clarity and accuracy. If you have any questions or you need help, please don’t hesitate to ask.” Although his tone was stern, you can tell he was trying his best to be kind to you. “Okay, Mr. Kim, thank you.” You continued facing downwards as you nodded as your hands reached for a pen and the first essay of many, you just wanted to get through all of this quickly.

“Oh please Y/N, you can call me Namjoon. Although you’re here for outlandish reasons, you still don’t need to be formal with me right now.” Namjoon gave a soft smile, which caused you to blush a bit. You knew that you had to look at him to get through this night normally, but it was definitely easier said than done, especially with the way he looked at the moment. Often, you’d always see Namjoon in business-casual attire or his coaching uniform but today was a bit different because he was nothing but casual. Namjoon seemed to look ridiculously hot in everything he wore. He wore a plain black shirt, revealing his lean biceps and gave way for his broad shoulders, with light blue ripped jeans, which accentuated his legs nicely. You recognize his shirt as a merch from a K-Rock group you like, STB. “Is that an STB shirt?” You lift your head to speak to him, with confidence for the first time, which shocked you a bit moments afterward. “Yes, it is! You like them?” Namjoon spoke excitedly with the biggest grin on his face. “I think my favorite album by STB is ‘Hate Yourself: Him’ but my favorite song by them is probably ‘Cypher -69’. My bias is definitely RM, aka Red Mango.” “My bias is Seokjom, for sure. But I really like that album! I actually like the album, Burnt Wings, a bit better; I like the song, ‘BS&T.’ The choreography is absolutely wild.” You mentioned to Namjoon, hoping that he might care. “Wait, which song is BS&T?” Namjoon questioned. “BS&T is ‘Buns, Salt, & Tomato.’ It’s the song where all the members had an orange mohawk.” You clarified for him, surprised that he didn’t know the acronym for such a beautiful song. “Wait, I know that song! They all looked so good. I was a bit surprised they could all pull off an orange mohawk.” Namjoon chuckled as he placed more papers on your side of the desk. Feeling a bit more confident, you started asking Namjoon questions about himself, “So Namjoon, STB is a bit of a rated musical group. What’s a man like you doing listening to such bold music?” Namjoon seemed surprised when you asked, but it looked like he was happy to answer anyway. “To answer your question, I may be a professor who’s teaching theological morals at a Catholic college, but there’s nothing wrong with observing and occasionally diving in provocative acts.” He started to smirk at you as he leaned slightly closer to you. “But I can ask you the same question, Ms. Y/L/N.” “I, um, I--” You were shocked by such an answer, startled by the possible meaning behind his words. You practically froze in place, scaring yourself as you realize he can see you blushing from this angle. You could barely continue until Namjoon leaned even closer to your face and spoke lightly, “What’s wrong, Y/N? Cat got your tongue?”. He waited a few moments for you to speak but instead, you quickly faced the ground again, hiding your face which caused him to chuckle. Namjoon stood up and started walked around his desk, “Ya know Y/N, I’ve always noticed you could never look at me for more than a few moments, let alone find the words to speak to me properly. I wondered what caused you to do such things around me.” Namjoon had a sly smile once he sat in the chair right next to you. “Do I make you nervous, Y/N?” He cocked his head to the side in question towards you. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, let alone answer his damn question. You were blushing profusely with embarrassment, but you couldn’t help yourself when he had such an effect on you with just his words. His hand lifted to tilt your chin in the direction of his face softly so that he can see your features. “Answer my question, Y/N,” Namjoon spoke with more force in his tone. “Y-yes” You stumbled over the one word because the feeling of his long fingers under your chins has small shocks moving straight to your core. “Yes, what, Y/N?” Namjoon moved your chin closer to his face, with his eyes taking the time to analyze the shape of your lips. “I’d like to speak a bit more formally with me right now.” You didn’t know what to say, but your mind couldn’t help go to the word that made him shudder and frozen in place. “Yes, s-sir” You felt like you were going to collapse, you just wanted to moan out and just starting begging him to touch you everywhere, but your lingering embarrassment was still in your veins and fresh in your face. “Good girl, I knew that you would get it quickly.” He let his hand fall from your chin to the legs. The pet-name made shivers run down your spine. Namjoon moved to sit in the seat next to you, the seat that Jungkook sat in only a few days ago. It almost caused you to started to squirm in your seat when you felt his ring-covered fingers digging into your thighs. “So tell me Y/N, why do I make you nervous?” The question makes your breathing erratic, The sounds of your breath coming out as heavy and uneven. Namjoon noticed your struggle to breathe, and so he continued, “Are you nervous because you find me attractive? Do I make your knees weak, sweetheart?” You slowly nodded your head, not trusting your voice because you knew the only thing that would come out is a moan. But it felt Namjoon squeezing your thighs, wanting a verbal answer. “Yes sir, you’re all I think about.” “Really? You’re such a sinful girl. Do you know how wrong it is to think of me in such a daring way?” You felt his hands slide under your skirt, moving slowly to your inner thighs. You started to squirm in your hands, needing to have his hands on you. “What is it, Y/N? Do you want me to touch you?” Namjoon’s fingertips moved to follow your panty line, causing you to whine. “Speak up for me, babygirl.” “Please sir, please touch me” You whine to him, slightly opening your legs up for him. As soon as you did that, you felt two fingers graze down your clothed core, only to realize how wet you are. “Such a naughty girl, I haven’t done a single thing to you, and you already ruined your panties” It seems as though Namjoon’s voice went an octave lower, causing you to drench your panties even more. Namjoon suddenly takes his hand from underneath your skirt and grabs your wrist. He stands up and pulls you up along with him, resulting in you standing between him and his desk. He closes the tiny gap between the both of you and grabs your hips with both hands to push you up on his desk. Namjoon slides his hand back to your core, moving your panties to the side to dip his fingers in your drenched folds. You sigh in nothing but relief because finally, your daydreams are coming true. You’re getting what you truly need, receiving the thing that will finally sedate the hunger that’s been haunting you for too many goddamn nights. The cheering in your head was momentarily interrupted when a shockwave runs through your body as you felt Namjoon press his thumb your clit. “Are you nervous now Y/N? Are you embarrassed with yourself?” Namjoon sneers his words as his thumb starts to create circles on your clit. He buries himself in your neck, leaving teasing pecks all the column of your throat. Your hands start covering your mouth, trying to conceal the moans that falling out. But Namjoon doesn’t like this one bit, so his other hand leaves your hips to grab your wrist with a tight grip and held it behind your lower back. He whispers in your ear, “Don’t hide yourself babygirl. Don’t you want people to hear you? You were definitely loud earlier with Jungkook. Did you want me to hear you, Y/N?” Namjoon lets his thumb fall your needy nub. He starts dipping his finger in your hole, moving it teasingly slow so he can bask in your whines. You nodded your head furiously, doing anything to get him to move faster. You might explode from the teasing that you’re starting to endure. But again, Namjoon didn’t like what you just did. So he shoves two fingers into your heat, until he’s knuckle-deep, only to still them completely. “Answer me right now or I wouldn’t fucking move.” You cry out from the sudden intrusion and shudder at the foreign feeling of coolness touching your walls caused by his rings. You force yourself to muster up an answer as your hips start buckling, “Y-yes sir, I-I wanted you to know.” Namjoon starts a slow pace with his fingers, curling them on the spot inside you, causing you to fall instantly on his desk. You start losing control of your free-falling moans at the feeling his rings sliding in and out of you. He just started, but you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter quickly. “I wonder what everyone might think, to have such an unholy girl walk on our campus. To have someone among us, who is so easily influenced by their desires. A person that's willing to do anything to achieve them, even if it means getting finger-fucked in a messy closet or by your professor.” His pace starts getting faster, pulling his fingers all the way out only to slam them in deep within a second, making you lose all control over your moans. Your walls start clenching your fingers as the coil in your stomach gets ready to snap. You can barely understand how he’s got you so close in record time. His smirk was cocky as the soft tone of his voice meets your ears. “Babygirl, how are you ready so fast? Were you thinking about me doing this to you today? You probably think about me doing bad things to you often, huh?” “Yes! Yes! I do Sir, all the time” You cry out at the sudden urge to answer his question, hoping that would please him. “Are you gonna cum, Y/N? Are you gonna cum on my fingers shoved inside your needy little cunt? You better fucking beg for it” Namjoon snarled slightly at the words. “Please, sir! Please, let me cum. I’ll be so good for you. Sir. Please” Your legs start trembling uncontrollably as your high gets so damn close. “Then cum for me, babygirl,” You were a bit thrown off at the sudden change in tone from slightly rough to completely gentle. But your mind stopped working as Namjoon presses his thumb hard against your clit, snapping your coil. You felt your blood turn into lava as your high blessed your senses completely. Never have you came hard from someone’s fingers but Namjoon seemed to prove you wrong. There were only a few short moments of stillness before his fingers left your heat and started to rip off your blouse and skirt, leaving you in your bra and panties. Namjoon stepped back to take in your appearance, only to broadcast a small loving smile on his face. But his words immediately put you on edge again once they left his lips. “Babygirl, I can’t wait to ruin you.” His smile morphed into a sinister grin as he rushed back you and sent your bra flying across the room. He pulled open your legs and tore your panties off. He immediately got on his knees, so he was facing your sopping cunt. Namjoon traces the outline of your folds that send a wave of shivers throughout your body from the oversensitivity. “N-namjoon, please. I c-can’t”, but he immediately hushed your whimpers. You did something he didn’t enjoy, again. His unoccupied hand went straight to grip your chin harshly, and he sent a stare that both scared and excited you. “What did you just call me?” He growls as his intense gaze sends multiple spikes of adrenaline throughout your veins. “Sir please, I’m sorry, but I just can’t.” You spoke softly, not wanting to provoke him in any way. “Well unfortunately for you, Y/N, I already know that you can...” Namjoon’s voice went an octave lower as both hands sneaked their way to your calf muscles. “... And you will, anyway.” Before you could say anything, Namjoon dragged your legs forward and let go, letting them hang off the desk. He moved to tightly grip your hips and repeat a similar action, pulling your hips towards his face. Instantly, he dove into your core and licked a bold strip between your folds before his tongue started hitting your clit. Your moans were strained and filled the room as you arch your back. The pleasure was just so raw, you felt it throughout your body, and it was intoxicating. You thought it couldn’t get any better, Namjoon pushed his fingers moved back to your entrance, and you clenched at the feeling, whining loudly as your thighs shook. His fingers moved at a furious pace, hitting your sweet spot hard each time. “Goddamnit babygirl, how are you still so tight? I wonder, did Jungkook made you this wet? Did he make you cum this fast?” Namjoon started to groan when your walls were clutching harder onto his fingers. When you didn’t answer his question, his other hand smacked your ass, and you cried out. The pain of his ring-covered hands spanking your cheeks only added to the immense pleasure that you could barely handle. Your second orgasm was approaching, but you can hardly hold yourself together. “Answer me when I’m fucking talking to you” Namjoon’s voice dripped in raspiness. No man has ever been rough with you at this point, but Namjoon was seriously making you rethink all your preferences. “N-no Sir, Jungkook didn’t make me cum. H-he didn’t make me wet. You did, it’s a-all for you, Sir.” You barely had any control over the shakiness in your voice, but you didn’t care, not with the way he’s making you feel right now. “Awh babygirl, you’re so damn dirty. Thinking of another man when you’re being touched by someone else? I didn’t know you needed me so fucking bad.” His words continued igniting a fire that was growing through every part of your body. Namjoon was right, his words were exact. You’d do anything for this man, and you don’t think you can even go back to anyone else. Your thoughts were confirmed when he added a third finger to the mix, sending you straight to the end. Your release was fast approaching, but your hazy mind told you that you wouldn’t experience absolute bliss until you asked. “Sir please, can I please cum? I w-want it so bad” you whined for relief, you needed it so badly. “Such a good girl, asking for permission. Go ahead, cum for me.” As soon as the words left his mouth, your mind went foggy as the instantaneous pleasure migrate throughout your body, causing your body to fall limp. You felt exhaustion ease into your body, not noticing the sound of Namjoon unbuckling his jeans, or his pants falling to the floor. Your attention returned when he lifted you off the desk, only to turn you around and bend you over his desk. He held a vise-grip on your hips and pushed you against him. You felt his hard cock right behind your cheeks of your ass. “S-sir, I’m so sensitive.” You sighed in fatigue, only to have that interrupted by the feeling of his tip at your entrance. “Isn’t this what you want, Y/N?...” Namjoon slowly pushed himself all the way into your hole, having you mewl in oversensitivity. The cock was so thick, and you haven’t felt anyone so deep inside you, touching parts of you that you never knew needed to be touched. Namjoon groaned in pleasure, your hole tight around his cock. The exhilaration took his breath away briefly, momentarily forgetting about his surroundings. After of few moments of letting both of you adjust to the snug fit, he pulled all the way out, only to slam right back into you. Namjoon continued to speak with a bit of strain, “... To get fucked on my fat cock? To have me fuck you so damn hard that you pass out? Because that’s what I’m gonna do, I wouldn’t stop until you fucking pass out.” Your eyes welled up with tears of pleasure as his hard-hitting pace grew faster. Your moans turned into screams due to the massive amount of pleasure building in your stomach. Your senses were completely overloaded, and you felt fucking everything. “Look at you, taking my cock so fucking well. Letting me stretch out your greedy little cunt.” The growl of his words sounded sinister. You suddenly felt one of his hands leave your hip, slithering its way to your throat; he spread his fingers out as he wrapped them around your neck. Your withering walls clamped hard around his cock at the feeling, causing him to groan as loud as your screams. “Are you gonna cum for me, Y/N? Are you gonna cum hard on my cock?” Namjoon spoke as his grip on your throat became tighter, and his pace became harder. The insufficient amount of oxygen to your brain left you to choke out an answer, “Yes! Yes, sir!” “Then do it, cum all over my cock, babygirl” He releases his grip on your throat, letting the air race back into your lungs and head; almost immediately, you scream out a constant mantra of Namjoon’s name as your high hit you like a freight train. Your entire body shook as your mind went blank of only white burning pleasure. Your whole being was in a trance of nirvana, all you could do is bask in the sensations that froze the blood in your body. You could barely feel Namjoon pulling out and turning you around to face him, the daze having you laid there as you sigh in relief. However, it was interrupted completely when Namjoon turns grabs you by the thighs and lifts you, only to have you straddle his lap while he sits in the chair you previously sat in. Your eyes glanced and almost bulge out of their sockets when you see he was still as hard as a fucking rock. “N-namjoon, I--” Your shaky sentence was already cut short when you felt Namjoon’s cock against your leaking folds. “One more, sweetheart,” He cupped your tear-stained, blushing cheeks in the palms of his hands. Your eyes slowly glanced up to look into his, only to find a tenderness to them. Namjoon started to place soft kisses along both sides of your jawline. “I promise, okay?” As Namjoon spoke, he moved to gaze into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort. From the warmth in his tone and tenderness in his eyes, you nodded your head with a weak “okay.” Namjoon lifted you slightly only as he moved his one of his hands to rest his tip your entrance. The hand that was cupping cheeks pull you closer to his face, letting him plant the first actual kiss of the night. His lips were plush and soft against yours; his gentle kiss left you with a warmth growing in your chest, leading you to chase his lips for more. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging ever so slightly, causing him to moan. His lips distract you as he slowly pushed back inside you. You broke the kiss to shake out a broken gasp. Your oversensitivity left your body shuddering uncontrollably, along with whimpers falling from your agape mouth. Namjoon stays still for a few moments, placing kisses all over your neck and face with constant reassurances of how lovely you are. He rubbed your back, to comfort you. These actions left you confused; you were quite honestly dumbstruck at the sudden sexual change from rough to gentle. Namjoon started to move; his thrusts were nothing like the recent occasion. Instead of hard-hitting pace, he moved slowly and passionately; he wasn’t thrusting roughly, Namjoon grinded his cock into you at a pace where it seemed like he wanted to savor each moment he had with you. His grinding movement limited the amount of stimulation you felt, letting your high build at a slow pace. “Sweetheart, you’re doing such a good job, taking me so well.” Namjoon moved his lips to whispered in your ear, “You feel so good around me, so tight and wet. You’re such a good girl.” As he continues moaning praises into your ear, his pace started becoming uneven and sloppy. His breathing pattern became heavier and strained as he spoke, “Come on sweetheart, cum with me. You can do it, just let go.” Namjoon grinded his hips upward, hitting your clit in the process which caused you to snap and reach your high. You were only aware of body violently trembling as your orgasm soars through you. Your release was prolonged, as Namjoon colored your swollen walls in white, burying his head into your neck as he groans in the process. Both of you stay still in comforting silence, the sounds of erratic breathing only filling the room. After a few moments, Namjoon stands up to carefully lifts your body off of him, pulling out in the process, and lays you on his desk. He grabs a few tissues and opens your legs gently to clean the leaking cum from your heat cautiously. You’re unaware of your surroundings or Namjoon as you were completely and utterly fucked out. You were barely conscious when he sits you up and tries to get water down your throat. You start to come back to life when you felt your skirt being pulled onto you. You realize Namjoon put your clothes back on you, surprised at such the kind behavior. “Namj-joon...” You weren’t necessarily shocked to find your voice to be small and weak. Namjoon chuckled at the sound of your voice, “Well hi there, you were bit dazed out for a few minutes there. I was afraid that I actually fucked your brains out.” You huffed out, “I c-can’t help it, I came four times. I still feel a bit hazy honestly.” You moved to stand up, but your legs gave out on you, causing you to almost fall to the ground. Thankfully, Namjoon was quick enough to catch you.

“Woah there, you gotta be careful Y/N.” Namjoon lifts you back to his desk and hands you a water bottle while shooting you a smile, “Give yourself a few moments to breathe a bit and whenever you’re ready, I’ll get some food with you and walk you back to your apartment.” Namjoon starts to fix himself up a bit more afterward. You did by drinking the water steadily, relaxing your breathing a bit every few sips. While doing so, you decided looked at your phone, checking for any possible notifications you missed. You stifle a laugh when you look at the time, encountering a large number of messages from Jungkook, saying something along of the “where are you?” and “did you fucking dip on me?” and only to see that it’s 2 hours past the time you were supposed to meet up with the boy. You text him a quick “sorry :/, but i’m out” and put your phone down. You look around Namjoon’s desk, and you end up sighing in slight frustration. The essays you were supposed to grade were all over the place, and some papers even covered in sweat. Namjoon notices you looking around at the essays, so he turns towards you and speaks, “You don’t have to worry about that right now.” Unsure of what exactly to say, you decide to ask him questions about your possible grading, “Wait really? Are you sure?” “Yeah, it’s no problem Y/N” Namjoon walks to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. He pulls you down from the desk so that you’re standing steadily due to his grip. You glanced up to his towering face to find a cocky smirk. He starts chuckling as he walks you out of his office, “You just have to come in this weekend and grade them with me instead.”

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victoriastelmacovich · 4 years

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Living and Breathing Surfing

The joy of surfing is so many things combined, from the physical exertion of it, to the challenge of it, to the mental side of the sport. — Kelly Slater

Oceans have no shortage of variety and unpredictably. At the core of all uncertainty and possibility, there are certain questions that transcend domain. And it’s the significance of these questions that seem to feed a surfing addiction. Every crashing wave echoes a distinct challenge. Who am I? What am I capable of? And how far can I go?

Pushing Limits

Even the most basic moves can hook a surfing addiction. Catching a wave is a breeze for experienced surfers, yet remarkably daunting for a beginner. It’s the idea of accomplishing this physical feat, however, that captures the imagination. And mastering this initial skill, or any maneuver for that matter, only opens the next challenge.

The fun and the challenge of it never really go away. There's always something there to put you back in your place. — Kelly Slater

A surfer’s journey, in a sense, is the process of continuously testing and expanding personal limits. Exploring unmapped breaks are an opportunity for self-discovery. Even local spots offer fresh renewals of challenge. Pushing these edges is a powerful, almost primordial experience. It’s a journey marked by moments of hardship and triumph — the cornerstones of any adventure.

Real adventure is defined best as a journey from which you may not come back alive, and certainly not as the same person. ― Yvon Chouinard, Let My People Go Surfing: The Education of a Reluctant Businessman

Going out on the edges of strength and skill isn’t recklessness, however. Gracefully shifting between precaution and progression requires omniscience. Surfers have to navigate and adapt to waves that break in a flash. Staying in control is a matter of hyper-awareness — adrenaline wired by laser focus. It’s the chance to live up to potential; a realization often described as “feeling alive.”

For me it's sort of like time slows down. You become hyper-aware of a lot of different things - the way the wave is breaking, timing, putting yourself in the right part of the barrel. It takes all of your mental capacity to do it just right. — Kelly Slater

Like any journey, setbacks are inevitable. When a wave champions a surfer’s abilities, it is not only humbling, but it also strikes reverence — a deep admiration and respect for the ocean. To the committed, though, these are moments of revelation. They open a window for an inward look at where one stands in this very second. Coming to know the edge that cuts between what is real and what has potential invigorates an urge to surmount the next opportunity. And out rises resilience — a deep admiration and respect for oneself.

We're all equal before a wave. — Laird Hamilton

Life Lessons

Surfing is precarious. Ridable waves are the product of a delicate balance across vast expanses: from distant storms to changing tides to wind conditions to ocean geography to the surrounding landscape. Even with the best forecasting, there is no perfectly accurate prediction. Waves are vulnerable to subtle, momentary shifts in the environment; every wave will always presents it’s own character — fleeting nuances that rise and fall, never to be replicated again. If anything is certain, it’s that unpredictability is not unordinary. This is all to say, however, that surfing is an exciting test at every moment. And when the stars are aligned and the waves look good, it’s always “drop everything and surf.”

Surfers have a perfection fetish. The perfect wave, etcetera. There is no such thing. Waves are not stationary objects in nature like roses or diamonds. They’re quick, violent events at the end of a long chain of storm action and ocean reaction. Even the most symmetrical breaks have quirks and a totally specific, local character, changing with every shift in tide and wind and swell. ― William Finnegan, Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life

Staying calm and present is essential when responding to the ocean’s unpredictability. As a way of staying in the moment, surfers cultivate an almost meditative state. The zen of riding a wave melts into a flowing series of lucid decisions and buttery movements. Surfing feels like flying. The gravity of worry and responsibility are released. And taking a plunge into the here and now offers an escape — a refuge from the rest of the world.

Surfing soothes me, it's always been a kind of Zen experience for me. The ocean is so magnificent, peaceful, and awesome. The rest of the world disappears for me when I'm on a wave. — Paul Walker

Every chance to surf feeds the addiction. Ordinary days are as valuable as the peaks they thread together. Although often overlooked, it’s the insignificant steps forward that incubate greatness. Without even noticing, the small hurdles and minor triumphs are valuable lessons that ground character; the disposition to engage patience, courage, discipline, and humility are developed through an otherwise simple day surfing.

Surfing is attitude dancing. — Gerry Lopez

Beyond surfing, these lessons are insights for overcoming life’s inevitable obstacles. Surfing provides a way of approaching life. Indeed, many would argue that surfing is a way of life. At the very least, oceans offer a range of experiences that not only teach surfers about themselves as a person, but also about their place in something much larger than themselves — in the immensity of world. Surfing is rarely about what happens, and almost always about how you respond. Most often, it’s about remaining calm in chaos. From challenge to triumph, surfing is as addictive as it is transformative.

Surfing, alone among sports, generates laughter at its very suggestion, and this is because it turns not a skill into an art, but an inexplicable and useless urge into a vital way of life. — Matt Warshaw

#Surfing #extremesports #travel #outdoor #personal development #challenge #addiction

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prince charming | boh rhap!roger taylor x f!reader

Request: Yay!! Could you write something with Boh Rhap!Roger x reader where they attend one of Freddie’s parties and it’s the reader’s first major, star studded party they’ve attended with Roger so she’s kind of nervous and quiet? But the whole night Roger is just like saying sweet nothings and has his hand on her 24/7, and he’s so excited to introduce her to everyone and the boys already know her and they’re so nice of course, so soon she comes out of her shell. 💙 I loved loved loved your last one, thank you so much! Summary: Roger and the reader are invited to one of the band’s album release parties. The reader is nervous about meeting Roger’s extended friends, but Roger reassures her how wonderful she is throughout the party. A/N: Valentine’s Day special! Hope you all enjoy! Warnings: A few innuendos/references to sex, swearing, drinking, partying, etc

“What if you’re friends don’t like me?” You asked, coating your lashes in mascara. You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, applying makeup for the band’s latest album release party.

“What do you mean? Freddie, Brian, and Deaky love you!” Roger called from the bedroom, placing a white decorative mask on his nose and tying the strings behind his head. The theme of Fred’s extravagant party was “operatic masquerade”, something so unordinary and so outrageous, it could only be described as “Freddie.”

“Your other friends! Like Miami, or, hell, Fred said that Elton John might even show up! I don’t know how to act around Elton John.” You cried, picking up the rose gold mask you had picked up from the thrift store and placing it on top of your face, aligning it correctly with your eyes. You took a small glance at yourself in the mirror again. Even in your nervous state, you had to admit, you looked good. Your hair had been thrown into an exquisite ‘do, held in place with a golden tiara. You wore a golden midi dress, accentuated with rose gold flowers that matched your mask. Your feet were shoved into uncomfortable, yet gorgeous open-toed block heels. Even if you were nervous, you’d still look damn good.

“Love, it’s going to be okay. Besides, I thought you always wanted to meet El—“ His words stopped short as he caught sight of you in the mirror walking out the bathroom. He could’ve sworn he had died and gone straight to heaven. He turned to you, mouth agape, his emerald eyes drinking you up from your heeled feet to the golden tiara on top of your head.

You gave him a bashful smile, placing your hands in the pockets of your dress. “Is it too much? Because I could—“ You began, but he cut you off by placing his hands on your hips and lips behind your ear.

“It’s perfect, love. You look like a princess.” He whispered softly, sending shivers down you spine. You grinned up at him, cupping his cheek in your hand.

“Guess that makes you some sort of Prince Charming, doesn’t it?” You teased, stroking your thumb on the skin under where his mask ended. He grinned wolfishly at you, his lips ghosting over the skin of your jaw and neck.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe we should stay home.” He grinned against your skin, making your eyes grow wide and your cheeks go warm. You playfully smacked his chest, pulling away from the man with a teasing grin.

“‘S not that easy, I’m afraid. Besides, I look too good not to be shown off.” You joked, turning back to the mirror in your shared bedroom to put in your earrings. Roger wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin against your shoulder. He pressed a firm kiss against your neck, before nuzzling his nose into your soft skin. You smiled at the blonde, reaching up and ruffling his blonde locks ever so slightly. He looked up and smiled fondly at you, squeezing your waist tightly.

You stood there for a moment, enjoying the moment with fondness. Turning your head to him, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. He pulled away from you, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the bedroom. “Let me show you off then.” He beamed.

You giggled softly behind your free hand as he pulled you along. You grabbed your purse along the way before tumbling out the door and into Rog’s car.

The car ride was silent, except for Roger’s occasional flirty comment about how beautiful you looked. You felt anxiety bubble up in the pit of your stomach, and you allowed your mind to wander to where things might go wrong, how you could mess up, how you could ruin the party. As Roger parked in front of Freddie’s extravagant house, he could sense your unease. He looked over at you, placing his hand on your thigh. “Hey.” He spoke softly, gaining your attention.

“It’s going to be okay, love. The boys love you. I love you. And if it gets too bad for you, we can leave. I promise.” He rubbed slow circles on to your thigh, looking at you with his bright green eyes. You smiled at him, reaching over the console and giving him a sweet kiss on the lips. His hand cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your skin. You smiled in the kiss before pulling away.

“I love you, Roger Meddows Taylor.” You whispered against his lips. He looked at you lovingly, before a devilish grin snuck onto his lips.

“Y’know, we could always just climb into the backseat and—“ He began, but stopped short at the disapproving look you gave him. “What! I was just sayin’!”

You rolled your eyes playfully, climbing out the car. “Way to ruin the moment, Taylor.” You mumbled, smoothing down your dress in the back. You caught sight of the line of cars parked outside of Freddie’s grand house, and your eyes grew wide. “Freddie really knows how to throw ‘em.” You mumbled under your breath as Roger took your arm and lead you up to the door.

You could hear the sound of “Billie Jean” playing from inside the grand house. Your heart pounded along to the beat, your throat tightening up. Roger’s arm slipped around your waist and his lips pressed against your neck lovingly.

“Remember if it’s too much for you, just tell me.” He reminded you softly before knocking on the door. You reached your hand up, placing it on top of Rog’s hand on your waist. You let out a shaky breath, imagining all of the stars that you would see.

The door swung open, the flamboyant Freddie grinning at the two of you. He was dressed head-to-toe in King’s attire, a golden crown placed on top of his head. “Roger! So glad you could make it! And Miss L/N, so glad to finally see you at one of our little parties! You clean up very nicely, if I do say so myself.” He grinned at you, making you smile kindly back at him.

“Thank you, Fred. You look quite royal.” You grinned. He curtsied to you with a playful grin, making you giggle. Freddie finally ushered the two of you inside, where it was almost chaos. There were people drunkenly dancing, their drinks splashing on the floor. People slurred at each other over the loud music. The room reeked of alcohol.

You felt Roger squeeze your hip, and you glanced at him. He gave you a reassuring kiss to the temple as the three of you walked down the crowded hall.

You saw people turn and glance at you, then turn back to their friends and begin whispering. You bit down the anxiety bubbling in your throat. “People are staring.” You whispered to your love, concern taking over your voice.

“You’re too beautiful not to stare.” He whispered back, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. You turned to him, placing a kiss on his cheek where the mask didn’t cover.

You followed Freddie into a room where Deaky, Veronica, Brian, Chrissie, Miami and Jim all sat. You said your respective “hello’s” to everyone before plopping down on to an open chair with Roger. He kept his arm wrapped tightly around you, your legs immediately moving to be placed in his lap.

“So good to finally see you again, Y/N. It’s been too long.” John grinned at you. He was right, it had been too long. The last time you had seen any of the boys, it had been when they had first been recording the album.

“You’re right, way too long.” You grinned, curling up to Roger. You felt more at ease by now being by your friends. The anxiety that bubbled in your stomach settled, your posture turning slack and your smile becoming genuine. Roger noticed your turn of mood, his own smile forming on his face.

He placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles on to your soft skin. The others began to break off into their own conversations, and you did the same with Roger.

“Feeling a bit calmer, love?” He asked softly, his palm resting on your thigh.

“I am.” You whispered, resting your forehead against his chest. It was nice. You were surrounded by your friends, sitting next to the man you loved.

“Calm enough for a dance?” He asked with a grin, tilting his head towards the crowded dance floor.

“Maybe since you asked so nicely.” You grinned back at him, standing up from your position in Roger’s lap as he took your hand. He eased you along to the dance floor, your nerves kicking back in. You loved dancing, you truly did. But, there was just something about dancing in front of crowds that made your stomach churn. However, it never seemed to happen when you danced with Roger. It was like the two of you were the only people in the world. The feeling was nice. More than nice, actually.

“Lady in Red” played softly, vibrating through the walls of the house. People slow danced with each other, leaning against one another as they whispered soft, sweet, and sensual things to each other. Roger placed his hands firmly on your hips, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck. Your chin rested against his shoulder, his lips kissing your temple. The two of you swayed back and forth gently, the music overtaking your body and making you forget all of your worries.

“The lady in red is dancing with me, cheek to cheek,” You heard Roger hum along as he danced with you, fingers drumming along to the beat against your waist. “There’s nobody here, just you and me.”

You looked up at him, removing one of your hands from his neck to cup his cheek. He smiled down at you warmly, his emerald eyes melting into yours. “I love you, Roger Taylor.” You whispered softly, your thumb tracing circles on to his cheek.

“I love you more, Y/N L/N.” He whispered back to you, continuing to sway with you to the music. You could hear the music shift into something more “funky”, but you couldn’t care less. You were too busy swaying with the man that you loved to notice.

You two danced for what seemed like hours, too enchanted with each other to notice the party dying down. Whenever you would have to stop to rest your feet, Roger would take the opportunity to play the “have you met my girlfriend?” game. He would show you off to various strangers, complimenting you and telling almost everyone how lovely you were and how lucky he was to have you. The blonde boy was wrapped around your finger, whether he would admit it or not.

When the two of you finally decided to sit back down, you were curled up in Roger’s lap in one of Fred’s luxurious loveseats. About 90 percent of the party guests had left, leaving only a few close friends, the rest of the band, their respective wives/husband, and you and Roger.

Roger’s hands rested on your hips and his lips pressed against the crook of your neck. His fingers lazily drummed to the beat of the song playing, a familiar song that you couldn’t quite recall the name of. Whatever it was, it was soothing. You could’ve passed out, if you really wanted to, curled up on Roger’s lap. A wave of exhaustion rushed over you, your eyes waging a war against it. But, the exhaustion won and your eyes were forced shut.

Roger looked down at your resting form, a smile growing across his lips. His arm rested behind your back now, shifting you so you were fully on top of his lap. “You ready to go, baby girl?” He whispered in your ear. You nodded tiredly, yawning as you tried to open your eyes to face your love. You opened your eyes, facing the beautiful boy in front of you. A small smile appeared on your face, reaching up and straightening his mask.

He grinned down at you, closing his eyes as he allowed you to fix his mask.

“There.” You spoke softly, tiredness lacing your voice. He opened his eyes to look at you, smiling warmly as he cupped your chin in his hand.

“Let’s head out, baby.” He spoke, kissing your jaw. He helped you up from your chair, wrapping his arm around your waist. The two of you said your respective goodbyes to everyone before walking out of the luxurious house.

He stopped you before you could walk off the porch, holding you close to him. Your chests were pressed together, his hands cupping your face. “I love you very much, Y/N L/N.” He whispered to you, gently stroking your face with his thumb.

“I love you too, Roger.” You whispered back, now fully awake. You felt the rustling of butterflies fluttering around your stomach, a fire igniting inside of you. From the look Roger was giving you, you could tell he felt it too.

“As much as I love you in that dress, I think it would look much better on the bedroom floor.”

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pickamachines-blog · 4 years

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7 Useful Basic Tips For Maintenance Tools and Equipment

Take care of your tools, it will return a favor to you. A decent tool improves the way you work. It pays back the care that it gets.

When it comes to home improvement tools, regular maintenance tools is mandatory. Only a high-quality tool ensures excellent results and longevity.

As a passionate craftsman, you should know the basic tips about the maintenance of tools and equipment. Machine maintenance tools suffer a lot of wear and tear due to regular use.

If you don’t do proper maintenance, it may result in machine breakdown and damage. With the proper handling and maintenance, you may reduce any risks. That is why you should do a regular check-up of your machine tools.

Basic Tips about Maintenance Tools and Equipment.

Clean The Tools Regularly. Whenever you use any tools for your projects, make sure to clean them immediately. The next day, you’ll notice there is a layer of dirt that may lead to rust.

That’s why you should clean the tools after use. You don’t need to use chemicals every time, sometimes wiping is good enough.

Lubricate The Tools. Machine tools include moving parts that require lubrication to work smoothly. Check the parts daily, whether they are properly lubricated.

Read the instruction in case of power tools as it requires an adequate level of oil.

Sharpen The Essential Parts. Some equipment is used for cutting and slicing. Such as blade, drill bits, and lathe tools. You’ll need to check whether it is sharp or not.

If these tools are not sharp enough, it may result in serious injuries.

Check The Function Of The Tools. You should check the functions of the tools for any damage or fault. Scrutinize each part.

If any faulty functioning is found, then immediately repair them.

Check Machines Tools Alignments. Most of the time, the machine works with fault due to improper alignment. Improper alignment also affects the tools in a negative way.

So, you should check the arrangement every time you intend to use the tool.

To ensure proper alignment, you may want to perform a few test tasks. If it is working well, that means the machine is all set.

Store With Care. Proper storing also enhance the lifetime of any machine tools. Moisture and air is the reason for rust over the metal surface of the tools.

You will need to keep the tools in a place that is dry and clean. If the tools are extensive, keep it in a tight closing garage or dry basement or insulated rooms.

Conversely, store the small tools in an air-tight box. Make sure to cover the tool and inspect them regularly.

Care For Electrical Cords And Batteries. The cable wires in some tools are prone to damage. Power tools like circular saw or drill may cut the wires accidentally.

That’s why you should keep them protected. You may want to use purpose-built ramps or industrial-strength casing.

If the tool is battery operated, inspect the battery from time to time. Don’t let sit it for long. Also, recharge it if needed.

Require Decent care of Parts and Accessories. It truly is crucial to carry out regular maintenance checks. On each one of your accessories and components. A vitally significant part of perfect maintenance.

It is always to need to take certain most care of your tools accessories.

And parts have been managed and kept sensibly. You really don’t desire to be more careless using almost any component of one’s system application.

Good awareness plays a significant role. Use each one you senses to find prospective issues.

A strange noise, an odd scent or unordinary vibration may indicate a problem.

All items which may be easily cared for if discovered early.

Keeping a checklist and logging all of the upkeep completed will maximize the procedure.

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