#god help me i am becoming someone who has a lot of sideblogs

[marielschism]

Please do talk about the Marquis, all plot bunnies, how an eventual relationship with him would turn out. Any thoughts are most anticipated! 👀

FR?????????????? okay!

so i'm currently working on patron of the arts, a marquis de gramont x artist!reader fic where he is an art patron/cultural sugar daddy who is horrendously down bad for you, an artist in their flop era. i'm making an hc post for it over at my writing sideblog [@marielserif] so if anyone's interested 👀 i'll post it some time next week!

pairing: marquis de gramont x reader note: i think i made him unbearably ooc. whatever warnings: some mature themes/content; unedited; not an entirely healthy relationship (vincent has issues!!!!!!)

general relationship hcs

side note: these hcs operate under the assumption that the reader is unaware of his work.

i am deeply fascinated by yandere stuff, so every time i think of marquis de gramont, i can't help but sprinkle a bit of obsessive yearning on his part (because i honestly think he's the type to do so! he chased john wick all over the world! that should be me!). he is ruthless, ambitious, and determined, and i think this, too, translates into how he deals with his relationships.

i think that he's the type to fall hard for someone, but is also the type to deny the feeling initially, trying to stamp it out of his brain as hard as he can, constantly pretending that he is unaffected by you. he does not need you. he wants you. he has lived through most of his life without your presence, surely he can live through more.

his dedication to denying his feelings leads him into a great number of sticky situations: perhaps he dismisses you a bit too much, and it puts a significant strain on your relationship. he might even end up with you hating him.

he is used to being feared. he is used to being hunted. but he will never get used to the feeling of your hatred, so that could easily force him to act on his feelings before he makes things worse. it is a wake up call for him: he does not want to lose you because of his own pride.

good for you!

when the marquis is in it, good god, he is in it.

i think that marquis de gramont is an incredibly selfish man. if he loves you, you become an extension of himself — and in turn, he will ensure your safety and your joy. you deserve it. you're his.

he's a patron of the arts — he'll get along with you better if you have some appreciation for art and culture. your conversations with him will be longer, too, and sometimes more heated. vincent is very opinionated, and he'll defend his opinions to the death. he'll take you to museums, renting out entire scenic cultural hotspots just for you (and him) to enjoy at your own pace. he is prone to over-explaining when he is excited, so expect that you'll be doing a lot of listening.

if he senses that you're actually listening to him and he's feeling particularly generous, he'll reward you. you know what that entails.

there are times where you're feeling tired, and you're just not in the mood to listen to him ramble about his least favorite painting in the musee d'orsay. he does not fault you for it, but you feel the mild disappointment radiating off him in waves. you'll have to...make it up to him somehow.

he'll appreciate it very much.

anyway, vincent will take you to the ballet, dress you in the finest of things, and take you to the swankiest of establishments. you deserve nothing but the best.

if you inform him that you are uncomfortable with being spoiled like this, he will try to tone it down a little. the code word here is try. he will go back to sending you swarovski-embellished fountain pens in two weeks.

despite this, he's not above accompanying you to places like gas stations or grocery stores. sure, he'll take at least three bodyguards with him to ensure your safety, but he'll be there for you. he's capable of being normal!

(forgot to mention that vincent de gramont is territorial and overprotective at times. what's the use of all of his power if he can't use it protect the one he loves?)

(his brand of protection can feel almost like a prison at times. you'll have to clearly communicate with him about what you want, and you have to be very firm with him if you don't want to feel like you're a bird in a gilded cage. you have to make sure that he knows you won't just take it.)

(you need a backbone to love him. that's the truth of it all.)

vincent is also touch-starved, though he denies this constantly.

he can be an incredibly greedy kisser. he kisses you like he's starving, and he'll hold you like you'll turn into dust if he lets go.

he can be gentle, too — easy does it, and he takes it as slow as you want. languid, lazy, like you have all of the time in the world.

he's also a horrific tease. he's a smug bastard. he'll do everything except kiss you — he'll bite your earlobe, let his lips travel to your pulse, and kiss the corners of your lips. when you whine, he'll pull away with that smirk of his, and leave you to your racing heart. you're flustered as hell, and he looks unaffected by it.

(it's a lot harder for him to keep his composure if you're the one teasing him.)

he reaches out for you in his sleep, even if he is alone. a tired vincent will always reach out for you, no matter what stage of sleep he's in. in his sleep, he'll end up wrapping himself around your entire body like a boa constrictor no matter your size. one time, he fell asleep on top of you, and you had to elbow him awake because he was suffocating you.

(he owns a weighted blanket for when you're not around.)

if you play with vincent's hair, he will complain about you messing up the handiwork of his treasured coiffeur, but he won't say a word. when you pull your hands off his hair, he'll actually whine, and place your hands back. you have to clear your schedule if you want to play with his hair; he will not let you out of his presence until he's dead asleep.

if you really want to see a very stressed vincent, you can deny him your touch for weeks on end. but why would you do that? 😊

he's prone to taking drastic actions to get what he wants. a desperate vincent de gramont is someone you do not want to meet; a desperate vincent de gramont gets results.

so god help those who will try to take you from him.

plot bunnies

i really need to finish this because i have a 7-page paper due in 42 hours

i desperately wanted to write a ballet dancer!reader x patron!marquis de gramont instead of an artist!reader but im going to be completely honest with you i have zero knowledge of the world of ballet and i would NOT be able to do the idea justice.

(your rival dancer goes missing because of your patron. you investigate. things do not go well.)

also another plot bunny: leverage!reader

the marquis keeps an eye on you as leverage over your father, who is under his employ. think caine and his daughter.

he threatens your safety to keep your father in line constantly — but he's grown fond of you, strangely. you have a harmless hobby. it is soothing to watch you work. he is not going to hurt you.

(vincent even has his men protect you from harm. their presence in the area deter would-be muggers. you do not know this.)

at one point, your father grows stubborn, and vincent has to take a very drastic measure to ensure his cooperation.

he kidnaps you. of course he does.

strange things happen.

assistant!reader! you are his faithful assistant, and you get hurt in the line of duty. oh noooo. what happens next??? :OOO

#marquis de gramont x reader #jw4 #marquis vincent de gramont #hello anon thank u for sending me this ask 😭 i desperately want to talk about him more #you unlocked something in me #anon #so little MVDG fics im gnna be sick. i had to add to it! i had to! #even if i am terrible at writing! #vincentposting

[romeshifting]

Reflection

TW: shifting doubts, self-depreciation, religious doubt, parents mention, pandemic mention, panic attack mention

This is just a reflection on how I’ve grown as a person and a kind of vent--it’s not meant to be a judge of anything else. You don’t even have to read it, I just needed to get it off my chest. Hope everyone is having a great day! :]

Oh, and also a response to an anon who asked if there was proof shifting was real--I’ll answer your ask soon with other kind of proof! 

I’ve been trying to shift for about four months now. Since...I want to say the end of August. 

Back then, I wasn’t very spiritual. Sure, I was beginning to explore the wiccan philosophy--but I would eventually drop that because I wanted to focus more on manifestation and meditation--but I really wasn’t sure of my own religion. My parents forced on me the idea that there was no god, but day in and day out I would pray. Pray to what? I didn’t know. Since I was a young child, I asked for signs if there was something out there, anything that could help me...but nothing came. Er, nothing obvious.

For good reason too, I believe. I’ve said this before, but I believe that everything happens for a reason. It’s a cliché, for sure, but if something happens, there’s a cause. So me not finding any higher deity and going on my own path? That’s caused me to learn a lot about myself and my family (/neu), as well as what path I want to take in life. 

Now, I’m much more spiritual, and can confidently say I am pagan and go with the Universe. Even a year ago, I would have called myself weird or insane. Hell, I went into the pandemic thinking I was cis, bisexual, a STEM gal, using she/her pronouns exclusively--now I get pissed when someone calls me a lady and want to move to New York with every ounce of my being.

The point is, I’ve grown. I have new interests, identities, friends (shiftblr!), communities (again, shiftblr), knowledge, and so many other positive things. 

But I also have negative things too. I have a new fear of my parents, a new desperate need for therapy, a fear of talking to my IRL friends because of how much I’ve changed, self-depreciating thoughts that plague me every day (thanks mom and dad /neg) and a new relation to characters who specifically are confident with debilitating poor self-esteem. On that note, I hadn’t had a panic attack before the pandemic--now I can have three and then hide it so well.

And I’ve become so painfully positive! Sure, it brings me people who think my vibes are nice and people who are generally nice to me, but I know someone’s going to eventually turn on me or use me. And I can’t keep up the positive persona; I don’t have the spoons for that! 

I now know myself and what I’m living in, but at the cost of what mental stability I had left. 

That was actually my cause for wanting to shift a few months ago. My first script was horrifyingly real with my friends in it (I would never shift there but there are salvageable pieces), I wrote it all in the span of a few hurried hours locked in my room. And then I tried to shift. I tried every method in the book, then my own method mix, then no method. I joined shifting server after shifting server. 

As I was doing this, I experienced the same symptoms--even now. I always feel numb, I always feel so tired but not able to sleep, I always feel like I’m being pushed down, I always feel so weirdly comfortable, I always felt unable to move when relaxing during the day. But every single time, I always move for many reasons--because I can’t feel my heartrate so I’m worried I’m not going to wake up, because there was an itch on the back of my head, because the numbness was too much for my sensory issues, because my sister had fallen asleep already and began talking, etc. 

Part of me wants to say “I failed” and give up on this, like I’ve given up on so many other things. Could shifting be a passing hyperfixiation? I tried learning how to draw during the summer--I still haven’t finished the course because I gave up on it! I couldn’t delete this blog without getting rid of my sideblogs--but I suppose it wouldn’t be a big deal if I disappeared. Not from life, I’ve learned my lesson there, but online. It wouldn’t be a big deal if I just stopped trying to shift. It’s not like I’m in that deep well of mental woe anymore...it’s more of a river, constantly dragging me away now. I don’t need to shift anymore. 

But despite all of it, I know that shifting is real. How could I explain away the symptoms I feel? How could I explain the scream I heard, the tingling I felt, the tap on my forehead? How could I explain why so many people are interested in it? How could I explain why the government has documents on how to shift? How could I explain why two people have the exact same symptom/experience? How could I explain why more than one person on this site has shifted successfully? 

But most of all, how could I explain this community? Everyone helping each other out, teaching each other new things. How could I explain the forty-or-so shifting accounts I follow? 

I can’t. I can’t explain any of it. That’s proof that at least something about shifting is real. 

I used to be so strict, so “I have to see it to believe it” because of my parent’s teachings. But now I’m actually me. Actually Rome, the guy who realized that his love of analyzing films actually has a use. Actually Rome, the person who managed to cry alone--a great feat for someone who’s never done that before. Actually Rome, who’s created so many good projects and writings. 

And I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. It’s not great, it’s certainly not the happiest I’ll ever be, and I can’t call myself actually happy, but...I’m good. I can confidently say that I am alive and living life the best I can--which is more than I can say for 13-year-old me. And I’m turning 16 in a few months!

Things may not be good in my life right now--I’m not free to do much I want to do--but I have a reason to keep going with shifting and with how I’m living life--quite a few, actually! All I need to know is that I am myself, and I’m strong enough to hold out until I can move out, probably when I turn 20 or something (>:/). 

Anyone who’s actually read to this point, I guess thank you? 

#🎸.𝚝𝚡𝚝 | “𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎… 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊 #long post #tw shifting doubts #tw self-depreciation #tw religion #tw religious doubt #tw parent #parent mention #tw panic attack #panic attack mention #mental illness mention #serious talk #vent #reflection #reality shifting #shifting #shiftblr #ask to tag #sorry if you clicked through its very long #and probably incomprehensible #I'm just in that bad mood this morning #:/

[jadegrey711]

A Day Away

Dark Lord x Fem!Reader

A/N: I’ve got another wonderful prompt from @topstory21 for a Caos Dark Lord x Reader pairing and they are totally right when there is not a lot of Dark Lord x reader pairings on here, but I plan on fixing that! I really loved the idea of making the reader just a ruthless queen and just fearing nothing in his realm, and especially not him. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed making it!

If you like my stories you can check out my sideblog @jadegreywriting​ to see all of them and my masterlist without filtering through my main blog. 

*NOT MY GIF*

Word Count: 1920

Prompt: From @topstory21   Hey Love your Caos Dark Lord x reader story! Honestly I’m surprised there isn’t more stories with him🤔 Anyway could you maybe do a Caos Dark Lord story with the reader is the Queen of Hell and she and Lucifer get into a fight so she goes up top to earth and she goes to the schools garden where Sabrina finds her and tries to convince her to return back to hell (because we all know he’d sent ever demon and witch out to find her, possibly destroying the earth to retrieve her)

I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711)

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You walked down the halls, your dark gown flowing behind you; a condition your husband had demanded when you joined him forever in the eternal shadows. The condition being that he would be able to shower you with gowns of silk, jewels, and everything you’ve ever desired. You don’t remember much about the life you had before him, before you accepted his hand, and left the only life you’ve ever known to be Queen of shadows. Just as fearsome and merciless as him, when dealing out the eternal punishments of sinners who pass your gates. You’ve become more powerful than you ever thought someone could be; you became an entity like him, unchanging and immovable, not even your husband could force you into something you didn’t want to do.

You traced your hands against the walls as you walked down the corridors towards the throne room, you could feel the heat of the hellfire, seeping through the walls to your fingertips; the feel of eternal suffering always at your fingertips. As you drew neared to the throne room you started to hear voices, and someone was very angry.

“How is it that these witches are always able to evade me!” He shouted.

You stopped at the entrance of the throne room to listen as the demon bowing before him, sitting on the throne made from the bones of sinners, yours sitting right next to his.

“I-” The demon stuttered.

“Speak!” He shouted.” Tell me how is it that the witches, have foiled my plans once again!”

“It is believed my lord.” The demon said staring at the floor, knowing well enough not to look his lord and master in the eyes on a regular day let alone when he’s like this.

“We have intel that they were able to foil your plans” he paused. “With the Queen’s help.”

You decided in that moment to walk in, your head held high, as you smiled at your husband.

He said nothing as he quirked an eyebrow at you. You kept your sly smile as you held out your hand.

“Husband.”

He grabbed your hand and placed a small kiss on your knuckles. “Wife.” Was the only thing he said as you pulled your hand away from his and made to sit on the throne next to his. But before you could he asked you something.

“Do you know anything about this my queen?”

“About what, my king?” You asked playing innocent, but he knew you, and knew that no matter how much power you had; nor the amount of souls you damned to eternal punishment. You still had some ounce of humanity and the fact was that you didn’t want your husband walking upon the earth again. So, you’d do everything in your power to stop that from happening, and when a certain young witch called upon a higher power to stop him the first time, you answered. Thus, your mutually beneficial relationship with the Spellmans was born, they didn’t want hell upon earth and neither did you.

“Y/N. I know about your little truce with the Spellmans and I know that you dispatch the demons I send above ground.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh really? Is that what this; urchin, has been telling you?” You said turning your gaze towards the demon, making him immediately flinch as he laid himself fully on the floor to avoid your wrath. “That I’m a traitor.” You said before getting up from your throne and standing in between his legs and staring him in the face. “Besides, even if I am.” You said cradling his chin in your hand. “It’s only because you made me a promise eons ago. That you’d never ascend to earth, and if you did, I’d leave you. That was a part of our deal, you’d leave earth to its own demise. You wouldn’t be breaking that promise to me, would you? Husband.”

Your grip on his chin tightened as you waited for his answer.

“Y/N.” He breathed, watching you intently. “I’m not-” You cut him off, ripping your hand away from his chin.

“Enough of your lies husband! I’ve told you before, one wrong move and I’d leave. That was our deal. Now I’m fulfilling my end of the bargain. Don’t bother looking for me darling.” You said as you descended the steps of the dais and began walking off. He was quick to follow you, reaching out to grab your wrist.

“Y/N.” he pleaded at first, but you ripped your hand away and continued walking, not looking back. “There’s no place you’ll be able to hide Y/N, that I won’t be able to find you! I’ll tear apart your precious earth to find you. Know that!” he shouted venomously at your back, but nothing he said could stop you.

*****

True to your word, you started your ascent up the winding staircase, made out of the same hard, cold rock that lined the walls. Each step, you felt yourself forcing yourself to climb higher, and keep your chin raised.

He broke his promise, multiple times so it was only fair that you kept yours. He was the King of Lies after all, but that didn’t mean you had to be the Queen of Lies.

Suddenly, though you were there, at the mouth of a cave, the cave being the entrance to the Greendale mines, you stepped out hesitantly into the moonlight. You looked up to the sky and saw the full moon hanging in the dark sky for the first time in… well you couldn’t remember. You raised your face to the sky, letting the moonlight bathe against your skin, drinking in every moment of the moonlight and the sound of the creatures that lived their lives in the dark; much like you. You laid down in a patch of soft grass, which contrasted heavily with your obsidian gown that sparkled like a black diamond. 

You laid there and felt the life thrum under your fingertips, so different from the constant hellfire and eternal suffering under your feet. 

Suddenly, though you heard the sounds of twigs crunching; someone was coming. You sat up, and waited for your unexpected visitor, thinking it was husband, having already found you and is coming to take you home.  

But, as you saw your visitor coming over the hill, you found that that wasn’t the case. It was Sabrina Spellman.

You relaxed a bit, and laid back down onto the grass. “Hello Sabrina.” You said casually, making her jump.

“Y/N.” She said softly. “What are you doing here?”

“I left him.” You said simply, but inside you felt you stomach twist in a harsh knot.

“What?” she said urgently. “How?”

“I just walked out, Sabrina. It wasn’t hard.”

“Do you think that was the right thing to do? I mean he doesn’t strike me as the type of being to just let something of his walk out.”

“I’m my own being Sabrina.” You growled.

“Of course!” she said trying to back track herself. “I just mean you’re the Queen of Hell. Do you think he’s going to just let you leave? Wouldn’t he send someone to come get you.”

You sat up again and looked at her, your anger rising to the surface. “If he wants me to come home after what he pulled. He better come get me himself, and get on his knees to apologize.”

“Wow. What did he do?”

“He broke his promise. He broke his promise every time he tried to come to earth to cause trouble. I made him promise that he would never try again and he broke that promise. And apparently, I’m a traitor for helping you, defeat each one of his minions.”

“I’m sorry.” She said, hesitantly sitting next to you on the grass.

“Don’t be. He made his bed and now he’ll lie in it.”

You both laid there in the silence before you heard another snap of a twig. You snapped up, and saw a demon, not a particular one just an envoy.

“Y/N.” Sabrina said, her voice shaking. “I think he’s here for you.”

“Yeah? Well I know you’re not supposed to kill the messenger, but I think it’ll send a specific message of what I want.” You said and as the demon, approached you snapped your fingers watching as he exploded into a pile of ash.

“Oh my god, Y/N.” Sabrina said taken aback.

“Let’s see if he gets the message before he runs out of demons in hell.” You said, laying back down.

He had sent three more demons to get you throughout the night, each one stronger than the last, but all of them lasted just as long as the next. Each one being dispatched by you by just the snap of your fingers.

By the time the sun began to rise over the horizon, letting early morning light flood over the grassy knoll, no other demons had come for you. You thought he’d finally given up on you and you could start thinking about your new life above ground.

“Y/N.”

You snapped up again and there he was coming out of the morning fog, he looked like the handsome dark prince that you first fell in love with all those years ago.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, standing up and watched as he walked closer to you.

“I’m here to bring you home.”

“You think I’ll just take your hand again and come with you willingly like the innocent maiden I used to be? You lied to me. Me out of everyone in your court of lies you lied to me. I should be given some respect as your Queen, and you shouldn’t ever lie to me. Do you understand me?”

“I understand.” He said and for the first time in a very long time, he surprised you. He knelt down in front you. “I’m sorry my love, my Queen. I promise with everything that I am, that I will never lie to you again. You are my Queen but also my life, you’ve only been gone for a few hours but it feels like years, not having you always close to me; to my heart. I need you, in every possible way.” He paused, keeping his intense gaze on yours. “Please come home with me.”

You wanted him to suffer, to beg and plead for you forgiveness for your mercy; just like the sinners that you damn to the eternal hellfire, plead for mercy every time. But, seeing him here on his knees before you, begging for you to come back even after only a few hours; you knew that he was suffering. 

You reached out to his face and cupped his chin again, softly this time and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Alright, let’s go home.” 

He gave you the most genuine smile and wrapped his arms around you bringing you close to him so he could deepen the kiss and stand up from his knees. 

You let him and wrapped your arms around his neck threading your fingers through his dark curls, already feeling like you were home. 

“I love you.” He said through the kiss. “Always. Always.” he said as he peppered your face with kisses and twirled you around, making you giggle with delight, before he placed you on your feet and gave you another chaste kiss on your mouth. “Always.”

“Well that was some apology.” You smiled, and kissed him again before pulling away. “I love you.” 

#jade tries writing #dark lord x reader #the dark lord x reader #the dark lord x you #dark lord x you #lucifer caos x reader #lucifer caos x you #lucifer caos #the chilling adventures of Sabrina #netflix chilling adventures of sabrina #Chilling Adventures of Sabrina #chilling adventures of sabrina imagines #chilling adventures of sabrina oneshots #luke cook #not my gifs

[nosleepuntilvacation]

3, 7, 22, 23, 48, 50!

This post ended up being really long, so… answers below the cut!

3. In your opinion, what’s your best fic? 

So far, I’m really proud of how The Most Glamorous Puzzle of All is turning out; it’s giving me exercises in character development, and I can write in a lot of different styles depending on the prompts and what I choose to do with them. As the summary for that fic mentions, chapters can be anywhere between silly, angsty, and fluffy. Also, I’m having fun seeing how these two work together, both as friends and as a couple - and hey, it’s Papyton fluff, and it’s really hard to go wrong with that, in my opinion!

As for my oneshots, I really like a lot of them, but I can’t help but feel proud of With You in My Sights for condensing the development of the relationship into six brief scenes and still having it come out with nice pacing (at least in my opinion).

(I’m also quite proud of some of my NSFW fics, but given that they’re… well, NSFW, I’d rather not discuss them on this blog, since I’m trying to keep it family-friendly over here. I do have a NSFW sideblog, but so far, all I’ve done over there is publish links to my fics with the occasional text post about one of them.)

7. What’s the fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)? 

I know I want to see Glamorous Puzzle completed with all 100 chapters, but I also really want to publish more chapters for my pro wrestling AU Contendertale; I have lots of worldbuilding planned for that fic, and it’s gonna be really cool! (At least, I hope…) Also, I hope to publish more chapters to my Undertale/Mother 1 crossover Sing a Melody of Determination someday, though I think I may need to rewrite that one a little; back when I wrote it, I was still open to referring to Frisk and Chara with non-canon pronouns, but now that I’ve changed my mind about that and started referring to them exclusively with their canonical they/them pronouns, I think I should edit the story accordingly before I continue. I do have lots of cool plans for that fic, too…

(Also, I should get off my lazy behind and finally finish the final chapter of Frisk and Asriel’s Special Day; I’ve already written most of it, but I just have a little more that I need to finish.)

Heck, maybe someday, if I ever return to the Digimon fandom, I could finally finish my fic Heroes Wear Green; I may need to do a little tweaking here and there, but I had so many awesome plans for that story, and I don’t want them to go to waste (but at the same time, I’m reluctant to hand any of my stories off to anyone else). That being said, given that I’m not anywhere near as much into Digimon as I used to be, it might not happen anytime soon; besides, I still have all those cool Undertale stories to finish.

22. Has there ever been anyone who’s made you freak out because they read your work and followed/favorited/reviewed? 

Well, for starters, several months ago when I published a little story about Mettaton going stargazing with Papyrus and asking him a certain question, the very same person who sent this ask left a nice review for that fic; given that I’d read a number of his fluff pieces and liked them (though I was kinda shy about leaving kudos or reviews at the time), as well as him being a popular Papyton writer, my thought process was pretty much “wait, you think my stories are good? Wowie!” In general, whenever a popular Papyton author leaves a nice review on my work, it gives me a “whoa!” feeling because their work probably inspired mine, even if only in the slightest of ways.

23. What’s the nicest review you’ve ever gotten? 

It’s hard for me to pick just one, so here are just a few of my favorites (note: some of these are just excerpts from longer reviews):

you had me at “tooth-rotting fluff” in the tags. I love this stuff, it feels utterly soul-cleansing. -review for The Joys of Sleeping In (look familiar?)

[…]And I always look forward to reading this book, every time I see there’s a new chapter, I must admit, I squeal a bit xD-review for chapter 42 of Glamorous Puzzle

[…]“Who the hell am I?

I AM hell” I swear to God that was the greatest thing I’ve ever read! -review for chapter 43 of Glamorous Puzzle, from the same reviewer directly above, referring to a quote in that chapter that I was hoping people would like, since I’m proud of that quote as well.

[…]I can’t believe I missed so many good NoSleepUntilVacation stories!  I need to catch up![…] -review for A Cool Day for a Cool Dude; this one made me feel like “whoa, my work is that good?”

There were a couple of other ones for one of my NSFW stories, and while both are too long to be posted here, they both warmed my heart to a huge degree (hint: one of them should look quite familiar to the person who sent this ask!)

48. Does anyone you know from outside of fandom know you write fanfic? Are they involved in the same fandom too?

I prefer to keep my fanfic life and my IRL life separate, since there are people in my life who I would prefer didn’t know about this hobby of mine, for various reasons. Since a lot of what I write involves a slightly niche pairing, and some of it is NSFW, and the vast majority of my writings are Undertale (a controversial topic in several circles), I’m kinda nervous about bringing it up. I have met some Undertale fans in real life, though, but given that they were my classmates in team projects, we didn’t really talk about Undertale as much as we talked about the assignments we were doing.

50. Has writing fanfic had a significant impact on your life? Would you say it’s entirely positive?

The thing about writing fanfic (for me at least) was that I had to write quite a few duds before I struck gold. And back in my earliest days, I wrote a lot of duds; it’s for this reason that I often feel unsure about ever returning to the Digimon fandom, since a lot of what I wrote was mediocre at best and disgraceful at worst (characters in-name-only, lots of lolrandom humor, the heroes looking like total dorks because I was in a phase of liking the villains the best - all while removing the traits that made them villains, etc.) and it was only around the time shortly before I left the fandom that I really started to take my writing seriously. It may be hard for me to think of some of the characters (both heroes and villains) without thinking of how I horribly mangled everything about them for some cheap attempts at “comedy”.

So that’s the negative side of my fanfic writing; now onto the positive! Since starting this hobby, I’ve slowly become more confident in expressing myself, and I’m believing in my own writing skills more and more. Also, knowing that a story of mine could be the thing to brighten someone’s day (as shown in some of the reviews I quoted above) is always a good motivator. Especially since a lot of what I write is close to my heart; it’s stuff that I would like to read myself. Another big thing is that, when I was younger, I was hoping to become a good artist so I could animate cartoons; I never quite got the hang of the intricacies of drawing, but I’ve noticed that my writing has definitely gotten better, so I’ve realized that maybe, just maybe, this is where my true talent lies.

And, of course, I’ve made a lot of friends (and, at one point, even found love) through both reading and writing fanfiction, and while not all of those friendships have lasted (sadly, the romantic relationship didn’t last, either), the people I’ve met because of this hobby are still very special to my heart. I think it’s safe to say that I owe a lot of my friendships, directly or indirectly, to my fanfic writing; given that, when I first started out, I was - in real life - the shy, easily-startled girl who got bullied a lot, it was much easier for me to let my guard down around people who didn’t know my IRL identity. Even though my situation has gotten better since then, I still find it easier to make friends online than in real life, since I’m more likely to find people who share common interests, like Undertale or favorite bands… or fanfiction!

#Thanks for asking! #disbian #spiny speaks #here's a tip #write first and italicize later #otherwise every new line will automatically italicize #even if you don't want it to #i learned that the hard way

[the-alchemical-key]

A Brief Q & A with Luke

;; Okay, since I’m apparently becoming more popular than I expected I would because I am honestly garbage, it has been brought to my attention that I should write up a sort of.. Q & A post, to help people understand me, and how to interact with me, just a little bit better. So here goes.

1. Are you a selective rper?

Not intentionally. I can be a little bit sometimes, but I honestly do my best to at least give everyone a fair chance before saying, ‘hey, you know what, our styles don’t seem to be matching up too well, and it’s just not working for me’. By no means is this a way of saying I don’t want to still be friends, though. I don’t like to exclude anybody, but it does happen sometimes on account of my own personal preferences and comfort level. I have social anxiety, so it does happen sometimes, but I do not ever mean to be selective.

2. Do you rp with self-insert muses?

This right here, is a bit more of an interesting question, because.. Yes, and no. See, this is where some personal preferences come in, and so.. I don’t really rp full, lengthy threads with self-insert muses. However, I would absolutely love to receive in-character asks from your self-insert, and have some fun, short conversations that way. Maybe build up some interaction through the inbox, before getting comfortable enough to try a thread. Again, I don’t like to exclude anybody, so I would of course give you a chance.

3. Can I ask your muse about canon events?

Um, hell fucking YES!! Please do! Ask Varian about the science expo! Ask him about how he felt when Rapunzel ‘broke’ her promise to him! Ask him anything about canon events, I love these kinds of asks!

4. Am I allowed to ask about a thread I liked reading?

OF COURSE!! It’s not canon events, technically, but it goes along the same lines. If you want to ask Varian about the events of a particular thread, or ask him things in a particular verse, you can absolutely just go for it!

5. I saw you made a design for the Moondrop Flower, and it looks so pretty! Can I use it in a fanart I’m making?

Holy carp. If you want to do this, I would honestly be honored that you even ask. My Moondrop flower design is absolutely free for anyone to use in fanart regarding @ghosta-r‘s Moon Theory. All I ask is just a little note of credit for the design and we’re all good.

6. I really like the _____ thread you’re doing with ______! Can I draw fanart of your thread?

I admit no one has asked me this yet, but.. OH MY GOD. If someone wanted to illustrate one of my threads, I would probably scream, and cry, and want to hug you for the rest of eternity, because holy carp, that would mean so much to me. I love getting asks, and feedback on my threads, but getting art is like, such a high honor! If you want to illustrate one of my threads, you don’t even have to ask, just go for it!

7. Do you have any other blogs?

Yes. Like a million of them. Too many to list here, I’m pretty spread out across a lot of fandoms, sometimes with multiple blogs in a fandom. But.. If you want some of my OCs, I can put those here at least. Arsene, Jasper, the Ascension Crew, Kaelan, Joker, Krampus, Artimaes, Darrow, and my Lion King OCs are the main ones I can think to add for this.

8. Do you have any other blogs for ______ fandom?

Regarding other fandoms besides this one, it’s always a good idea to ask about a specific fandom you’re looking for, since there is certainly a possibility I have a blog in that fandom too. As for the Tangled fandom in particular, I do actually have a few other blogs and they’re actually all sideblogs on this one, so yeah! Those are Maximus, Quirin, Varian’s mother (who I’m calling Isabela), an OC named Kaspar (Old Man) Jenkins, and Owl.

9. Can I draw fanart of your OC?

Yes, please. Like I’ve already said, I love getting gift art. So if you want to draw Old Man Jenkins, or any of my other OCs as linked above, please feel free to do so.

10. Your threads and ask replies are all so well written! It’s like I’m actually watching an episode of the series!

Not really a question, but it’s been a consistent compliment I’ve received a few times now, and it still just makes me really happy to get compliments like this. I, like Varian, often crave praise, so yeah. Your compliments are always welcome.

11. I’ve seen you mention that you’re a novelist in your free time. Is there anywhere I could read one of your novels?

If anyone were to actually ask me this, I would die. I am certainly a novelist in my spare time, and if anyone is interested in reading my books, and if you don’t mind that they’re mostly unfinished/currently being heavily edited, then just ask me and I can toss a link your way!

12. I’m not actually an rp blog, but can I rp with you anyway?

Um.. No? I mean, you can send asks and things like that, but if you don’t actually have a muse, it’s very difficult for me to have a thread with a personal blog. Personal blogs are different than self-insert muses, and this goes for sending me rp prompt asks too. If you don’t actually have any sort of muse, please don’t send these.. The symbols and things for my muse to react too.. Can’t be reacted to without another muse there to react to.

13. Are you an exclusive rper?

Not really? I may give priority to people who I consider my mains for a certain muse, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to rp with someone else with the same muse as another mun I rp with.

14. Do you rp with duplicates of your muse? I have the same muse and I would like to thread with you.

Sorry, but I don’t do duplicate rps. I just can’t logically wrap my head around these kinds of threads, so for my own comfort, I just don’t do those. Nothing against you, of course, I love that there are other people who love my muse just as much as I do, and everyone’s portrayal is certainly unique! You’re of course allowed to send asks and stuff and make friends with me, but.. Just not in character, please.

15. Have you been ignoring my asks? I haven’t seen you respond and I’ve sent them several times.

Please don’t ask me this.. I will never intentionally ignore anyone, unless they start acting like this. Don’t send me repeat asks just because I didn’t get to you over the course of a few hours. Jeez.. And it’s no excuse to be a brat about it either, by the way. I am a busy adult with other things to do in my day, so just because I didn’t answer at the speed of light, it doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you.

16. I saw you posted an open starter? Can I reply to it?

Sure! Just remember to check my tags first, and if it’s tagged as mutuals only, and we aren’t mutuals, then don’t reply to it, and maybe check my blog for a starter that isn’t tagged that way.

17. I really like this thread you’re writing with _____! Can I reblog it?

Sorry, but are you my partner on that particular thread? If the answer is no, then please don’t reblog it. This especially goes for personal blogs. It’s just proper tumblr rp etiquette. If you aren’t involved in a thread, don’t reblog it. This goes for an rper’s headcanon posts and ramblings as well. Please don’t.

18. You made/reblogged such awesome art! Can I reblog it from you?

Sure, go right ahead. Art is different than a thread or headcanon post. It’s fair game for reblogging. Always. Whether it’s my art or someone else’s. Just don’t steal credit, okay?

;; And I think that should cover the important stuff? Thanks for sticking with me for this long stupid post, guys! I hope this clears some things up for some people! Thank you!

- Luke

#;; out of alchemy (ooc) #;; the mind behind the alchemy (mun)

[asleepingwindow]

As a final post on this “discourse” sideblog, I want to talk about something not specific to the ace discourse, but rather something that cuts across all groups, all people online or off. Whatever you are arguing or whatever side you are on, we as humans are prone to confirmation bias and the online world is no better place than to create echo-chambers.

I have always felt that teaching myself skepticism was one of the best things I could have done for myself. It was during that time I was also active in the atheist community, online and off. The skeptic and atheist community often overlapped and it was from these groups that I became a feminist.

New atheist groups often wonder why they are largely made up of white men, and if you challenge them on their sexism/racism etc… it becomes obvious why, which is what happened to me. I was the darling women on a majority male forum agreeing with them that religion is the source of all evil, therefore exempting atheist men from things like sexism and all other bigotries. It wasn’t until an argument about rape culture came up that I saw just how deeply misogynist some of these men were.

So my venture into skeptic and atheist groups not only taught me the scientific process and logical fallacies but it also steered me towards social justice. I am no longer friends with any of those people in real life or online. Once I became a feminist and was able to identify their sexism, I wasn’t their darling atheist spokeswoman anymore. It was another valuable lesson in the way people form their groups and their echo-chambers within. How people will ignore some really bad things just to stay included and how they will turn when someone strays. Some people may be thinking of trump supporters now, but everyone is susceptible to this type of behavior.

Fast forward a few years later, but still a few years ago and I had to deal with a callout on an anonymous forum I moderated bc they monitored my tumblr and I made the sin of reblog from and being in mutuals with the wrong people, (who were just ppl they didn't like including people I’ve since met IRL.) I was dubbed a transphobe not for anything I explicitly said or did that was transphobic, it was guilt by association. Had to leave the forum, as this was also invitation to make up other horrible things I never did bc they could and now ppl were ready to believe.

This is around the time TERF started catching on, and while I certainly agree with calling out transphobia in feminism (I would never insist a trans woman is male, I think thats a violent act against trans women! And I despise it being done in the name of feminism) but at the same time it turned into a witch hunt for anyone who talked about sex-based oppression that even ended up attacking other trans woman for not towing a certain Tumblr rhetoric on these issues!

I’m no LGBT elder by any means, but I have been online since I was about 12 and I’m 32 now. I remember a time when the internet was far more horrible on SJ matters but also far more anonymous. People never dropped their real name; now one of the biggest social media sites requires it. And before that even happened I still saw a lot of petty bullshit happening online that wound up really hurting people IRL. So now with it easier to find out who people are and where they live, I can only imagine how online drama has ruined lives. We know it has driven people to suicide, and so as fun as it is to get self righteously angry at people for whatever your cause is, there’s still a person at the other end and no one’s perfect.

I am truly disturbed at how incredibly cliquey SJ groups are online, how callout posts aren’t for extreme racist sexist bigots, but for some drama I can’t even parse in their so called “proof”. And then you have activists on this site who block anyone who disagrees with them so their criticisms can’t show up in the notes. Some even go so far as dox people now for daring to disagree! K(And let’s be clear, I shed no tears for literal nazis being doxxed and losing their job, that’s just not what I’m seeing)

It’s easy, its human nature to fall into social pressures and conform to whatever the Big Names in your group are saying without question and to defend an absurd position based on emotional attachment than logical assessment. And we know it’s also easy to fall into a mob mentality and scapegoat people for all our problems. It’s also super fucking easy to plead mental illness and pretend you should be allowed to say anything you want without criticism, something that I hate so much as one who suffers from many mental issues including anxiety. (That’s why I created rules for myself when arguing online so I didn’t end up giving myself panic attacks over an internet edge lord)

I say this knowing I have participated in this behavior myself as well as having been a victim of it. But a lot in my life has changed and I am an older and sicker… and still likely to make similar mistakes. Point is I have learned and I have trained myself to not to fall into these traps and it does help. Experience is one hell of a teacher but it doesn’t have to be the only one.

No one can know if they are 100% right on any given issue, we all have our convictions for a reason. The difference is are you willing to listen to dissent? Are you willing to challenge your opinion and put it to the test? Or do you make block lists and shun anyone who entertains any different opinion? (a classic tactic amongst anti-vax groups when a parent sees the science) My convinction of many of my beliefs comes from the fact I have argued them over and over again, discharging beliefs that did not pass the test, while strengthening my arguments for and belief in those that do.

Make no mistake, when it does come to the so called “discourse” both sides can be guilty of this shit. I claim no purity. And I am in no way implying that we tolerate hate groups and violent hate speech, like those of nazis bc unfortunately nazis are actually relevant again, but I am saying some of you need a reality check on what that exactly entails, because a lesbian speaking her truth is not it.

And for god sakes don’t put teens on block lists, you know it invites harassment, you fucking know it.

#not gonna bother to tag for content #probably blocked already by the people who need to hear this most

[haveakookie]

Wanna Bet? (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!reader

PART II  |  PART III

Word Count: 2,782

Summary: Working as a private tutor at the most prestigious university in the region, you had to put up with a lot of bratty kids. Though none were as bad as Park Jimin. Just as your luck would have it, you’ve been assigned to be his full-time tutor for the year….great. After many failed attempts to get his grades up, Jimin comes up with a bet to raise his marks. What’s the worst that can happen, right?

A/N - This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!

You were grateful for this job, you really were. Some days, it was just really hard to be grateful. You worked at the wealthiest, all boys university this side of the country. You’re a private tutor, working with a maximum of five students a year. Things have been going well for you, you’re known as the best tutor at the school, so parents are flocking to you to help their precious spoiled brats. Hey, at least the money is decent.

Your whole week, scratch that, year has gone downhill the moment you get a call from the Dean.

“Y/n? Yes, hello. We’re going to need you to take on a student full time at the start of the new school year. I know this is a lot, so the pay will be increased, and you won’t have to take any other students. You will be tutoring five days a week for this student. Can you do it?”

“Um, yes, I don’t see why not…” growing a little curious as to why the dean himself is contacting you, you ask, “who is the student, Sir?”

“Park Jimin.” Shit.

Everybody and their mother knew Park Jimin. He was part of the richest, most well connected family in the school. But that wasn’t why everyone knew him. Park Jimin was known to have a different girl in his bed each night, and kick them out the next morning (if he hadn’t already done so the previous night). You tried not to pass judgement, to each their own, right? But you couldn’t help but have negative feelings towards him after watching the way he treated women. Doesn’t he have a mother? You knew you would have to push these feelings aside to tutor this kid.

At the start of the new school year you have everything you need ready. You contacted the school to find out what courses Jimin is taking, and got extra study material to help him. When you saw his grades, you weren’t sure how you were going to make this work, but you were being paid very well for this. You had agreed to meet Jimin at his “dorm”, or rather, large penthouse condo near the University after school everyday.

The walk to Jimin’s condo was a quick one, since you also lived nearby. You entered the code to the building, walked into the elevator and pressed the very top floor button. When the doors opened, you were greeted with a small entranceway, and another set of doors with an electronic lock. You entered the code again and stepped inside. Looking around the condo, your jaw dropped. The entire space was open, and had floor to ceiling windows. You couldn’t believe that Jimin had this place to himself, as a ‘dorm’ nonetheless.

There was no sign of Jimin, so you assumed he was still at school or on his way. You walked to the kitchen table and started unpacking your supplies, wanting to be ready as soon as he arrived. Just as you finished setting up, you heard footsteps coming from down the hall. You look up to see a just showered Jimin in nothing but sweats, semi-wet hair sticking to his forehead. He doesn’t seem to notice that you’re here, and goes to grab a glass of water. You can’t help but let your gaze wander over his exposed flesh, tanned skin taut over his defined muscles.

Little did you know, Jimin knows you were here and he knows you’re staring. He heard you walk in just as he finished his shower, and decided against wearing a shirt. You had been the object of his affection for some time now, and he wasn’t sure how to get your attention. So, he pulled a few strings, and got you to be his, and only his, tutor for the year.

You cleared your throat to let him know that he wasn’t alone. Jimin turned around and greeted you with his signature smirk.

“Oh, hey y/n, didn’t know you’d be here already.”

“Jimin, it’s 4:30. We agreed to meet at this time, remember?”

“Oh yea. Sorry, totally forgot. Alright let’s get started then.” He said, coming around the table to sit next to you.

“Aren’t you going to put a shirt on?” you asked, not wanting to sound like it was distracting you, you put on a face. True, Jimin was one of the best looking guys on Campus, but you’d never let him know that. He has a huge ego that did not need to be boosted. He was, for a lack of a better term, a fuckboy. You have no interest in those, no matter how hot, lean, muscular- nevermind.

“What? Is it distracting you babe?” he taunted, and threw a wink your way. You rolled your eyes at him, just how you predicted he’d answer. He gets up anyway and goes to put in a shirt.

“No, and I’m not your babe,” you retort, about to give him a piece of your mind, but hold your tongue for the time being, “let’s just get started.” The faster we start, the faster I can leave.

The two hour session covers all of Jimin’s classes, going over everything he ‘learned’ in class that day. After the two hours, you learned that you had made no progress.

“Jimin, I know it’s boring but you have tests coming up, you have to try.”

“I am trying,” he says as he scrolls through his phone.

“Clearly. Alright well my time’s up, I’ll see you tomorrow Jimin and please study.” You can dream, right?

The next two weeks go by, Jimin’s grades don’t drop, but they’re not rising either. You’re frustrated that you can’t get through to him. This is the first time you haven’t seen results and you’ll be damned if this, this fuckboy is going to ruin your reputation as the best tutor in the school.

You start the new week determined to improve Jimin’s grades. If only he had that same determination.

“Okay Jimin, we’ve been over this many times. You know this!”

“I think I just need some motivation.”

“You have a test in three days.”

“A different kind of motivation.”

“You know Jimin, if you don’t pass this test you won’t be able to bring up your mark enough for the exam. Right now, it’s not looking pretty.”

“So you think I’m gonna fail? Some tutor you are. Have a little faith, y/n.”

“I’ve had faith Jimin, but you’re not trying. That leads me to think you’re not going to pass this test,” you put your head in your hands, and sigh deeply.

“Wanna bet?”

“What? Do I wanna bet what?” you look at him, not understanding what he means.

“I bet I’ll pass the test, not just pass I’ll get a B.”

What could go wrong? If he wins, he passes and you win too. If he loses, you’re in the same position you’re in now. Only, there has to be a catch.

“What do you want, Park Jimin?”

“To fuck you senseless, but I mean you won’t go for that. Not yet at least.” your eyes widened in shock. Did he really just say that?

“But since that’s off the table at the moment, let’s go with…” he taps his chin with his pointer finger, looking up in thought, “if I win, you’re mine for two weeks.”

“I’m yours? What does that mean? I’m not ‘yours’, nor will I ever be,” you prayed to every god you knew to stop you from clocking this boy right there.

“You’re my slave for two weeks if i win. If I lose, and let’s face it the odds are pretty high, then I’m your slave.” he looked at you like he just told you the greatest idea. Yup, he was asking for it.

“I don’t want yo-” you cut your sentence off and thought about it. Having Jimin as a slave isn’t actually a bad idea. He could grab your coffees in the morning, and go grocery shopping for you when you were too tired. Fan you with a palm leaf and feed you grapes…. What’s the worst that could happen, right?

“Alright Park, I’ll accept.” Two weeks with Jimin as your slave. Maybe this year won’t be so bad after all. You look at him and see the surprise flash across his features. Did you really accept? He can’t believe it, someone must be looking down on him, and he couldn’t respond quick enough.

“Deal.”

The next couple of days go by and nothing changes. Jimin still isn’t grasping the material and your chances of becoming his personal lackey are slim to none. On the day of his test, you can’t help but feel a little content at the thought of having Jimin as your slave for two weeks, then you remember that it means he would have failed his test, and you feel a little guilty.

You walk over to Jimin’s place, and set up, waiting for him to get back from his class. When you hear the front door open and slam, oh no, he doesn’t sound happy you thought, that can only mean he failed. Jimin walked in and kicked his shoes off, walking right past the table to go to his room. When he came out he looked at you, and handed you a piece of paper.

“Here, read this.” he says with a smirk, you’re confused but take the paper from him. Scanning over it, you see it’s his test. You look at the top right corner and -

“YOU GOT A B+?! NOT EVEN A B. YOU’RE .5% AWAY FROM AN A. WHAT THE FUCK PARK JIMIN?!” you look at him in shock, your jaw clenched and anger bubbling up inside of you. You should be happy he passed, but all you can think of is the bet you made.

“Aren’t you happy, teach?” his smirk only grew as he saw your flustered expression, “well, since I won, i guess you’re my slave for two weeks.” he said, his smile growing with every word, “a bet is a bet.” What did you agree to.

Jimin went to his room and came back with a black box, tied up with white ribbon. He handed it to you and said.

“My first demand. Go ahead, open it.” a gift? This is his first ‘demand’? You took the box and opened it. What was inside made you blush. There sat a frilly black and white maid outfit. White apron and all. He does not expect you to wear this.

“There’s no way in hell, Jimin.” you state, making it clear that you’re not going to do this.

“Are you backing out now that you lost? You agreed to the bet, remember?” he’s pushing your buttons. You’re not one to go back on your word, and Jimin knows this, using it to his advantage. When he sees the look of defeat on your face, he continues. “You’re my maid for two weeks. Wear this when you’re here and clean up for me. Starting today.” You sigh deeply, grabbing the box and heading to the bathroom. This is going to be a long two weeks.

As you put on the outfit, you notice the frilly skirt barely covers your ass, and the thong that came with the outfit doesn’t leave anything to the imagination. The barely there, matching white lace thong can be seen even when you stand, and the matching (see through, of course) bra can also be seen just above the neckline of the outfit. Next, you pull out the white thigh high stockings, complete with a black satin bows. You pull them on and slip into the heels provided in the box (he really thought of everything). The finishing touches were the little maid’s cap and a feather duster. You look over your reflection one more time, cursing your past self for agreeing to this without a second thought. Leave it to Jimin to find the most revealing, uncomfortable outfit in existence.

Walking out of the bathroom, you take a deep breath, and then you see him. As soon as you round the corner into the kitchen his eyes are on you. You look up to see his dangerous expression, you feel the effects in the pit of your stomach, but you just chalk that up to nervousness.

“Wow, I have great taste.” you hear him say. He circles around you, and you can hear his breath hitch when he’s behind you.

“Stop staring at my ass.” you snap, “just because I’m doing this doesn’t mean I’m gonna sleep with you, asshole.”

“A man can dream. Okay, well start in the living room I guess, I’ll save the bedroom for another time.” and throws you a wink before going back to the kitchen, “if you need me, I’ll be studying.”

You walk to the living room and look around, there’s not much that needs to be put away, but the place could use a good dusting. You start by the TV, dusting everything up high first. When you start to dust lower, you hear choking coming from behind you. Standing up, you turn around to see Jimin bent over and coughing. You realize that he had a perfect view of your ass from the table.

If you’re going to be in this situation, you might as well have fun with it and what’s more fun than fucking with Jimin? If he’s torturing you with this bet, you’re gonna torture him too.

You ignore the sounds of him coughing and bend back over to clean the cabinets holding his movie collection. You purposely arch your back to give him an even better view.

The groan that comes out of Jimin has you growing wet, though you pretend like it isn’t affecting you. You’d never let him know that he was turning you on from his voice alone. Jimin watched as you bent over to dust. He could feel himself grow hard in his sweats as he watched you. The way the white stockings contrasted against your skin, the way your back arched as you bent over, the way he could clearly see your folds through the material of your panties. He gripped the edge of the table, trying to restrain himself from pushing your face into the couch and fucking you senseless.

You continued to ‘dust’, not paying Jimin any attention, knowing you were getting to him. After another 10 minutes, you decided you were done. For now.

“Alright, I think that’s good. Let’s get back to studying.” you walked over to the table and sat next to him, “what’s next, history?” You grabbed the book and flipped it open to the section he was working on. The rest of the study session went by with you teasing Jimin further. Grazing your hand ‘accidentally’ against his thigh (which were apparently made of steel), leaning over the textbook to give him a glimpse of your cleavage. He was basically drooling by the time your session was almost over, and you had to stifle a laugh at his expression. You decided to kick things up a notch as you were about to leave. You stood up and reached for the papers that were across the table, making you bend over the table and your skirt to fully expose your ass. Right next to Jimin’s face.

He looks at you, and can see that you’re wet. The fact that this is affecting you excites him, and he can feel his mouth watering at the sight of your glistening folds. He fantasizes about what you taste like, what you would sound like as he runs his tongue all over you, how you look with his cock shoved down your-

“Jimin! I’m talking to you!”

“Huh? Sorry, what did you say?” he looked at you with a dazed expression and you giggled, knowing exactly what had him out of it.

“I said, session’s over, I’m gonna go change. I’ll see you tomorrow Park.”

There is no way he’s going to let you just leave tomorrow, and to be honest, you didn’t want him to.

- Admin Rogue

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