#maybe not more pay but hopefully more fulfilment?

[n3ongold3n]

Some may flowers from the backyard and the alottment 💐

#vegetables are slow as always #but the new no-dig bed is ready for the pumpkin #every year we need so much compost 😅 #i should learn and just get a cubic meter from the specialized vendour #maybe that's a bit much but i could use it up i'm sure #wish me luck on tuesday #i am test-working for a gardener's job - it would be so ideal if i got it :') #maybe not more pay but hopefully more fulfilment? #better health? #better not get my hopes up though 😅 #garden blogging

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF AUGUST 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of august! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Drunk In You || @hyuckiefluff💕✅

↳ was Mark Lee’s new haircut really the drop that would tip the glass over and make you spill how you really feel about him?… Well, the haircut and also the alcohol.

Flustered || @daydreamingyuta💕✅💯

↳ Prompt: 17 “Please help me pick out an outfit.”

Listen To Me || @daydreamingyuta💕✅

↳ Prompts: #1 “I couldn’t be more in love with you.” and #11 “It’s two in the morning, why are you here?”

Live A Little || @writemekpop💕✅

↳ You knew that a holiday with your best friend Ten would be wild… you just didn’t expect to fall in love with him.

It's Raining, It's Pouring || @elix8r🔞💔✅💯

↳ Hating Mark could almost be considered your part-time job ever since Taeyong adopted him. But on one fateful night, a raging storm strikes, and with Taeyong nowhere to be found, you find yourself seeking an unlikely source of comfort - your annoying cheetah roommate.

Sorry, Who Is Mark Lee? || @dropsofletters💕💔✅

↳ she swore up and down on the night of her graduation as a doctor that she would never work with dr. mark lee. not under any setting. after all, she’s not here for people who get everything served on a silver platter just for being…nice? however, years after their graduation, mark comes back into her life not brushing his hair and talking about a new project that they are supposedly going to be working on for the next three weeks, and all hopes of not working with him die down when she realizes…maybe, she had not truly known who he was. sorry, but who the hell is mark lee?

Anon Request || @yeow6n💕✅💯💯

↳ Anon Req: have you seen the tiktok of a girl who made her boyfriend a little sprout to put on his gaming headset ??? its so cute and reminded me of hyuck 🤏🏻

Concert Tickets || @onyourhyuck💕✅💯

↳ Your boyfriend Donghyuck is a massive Bruno Mar’s fan, so you bought two concert tickets.

I'd Give Up Forever To Touch You || @martiniblues💕✅

↳ while mark is away on tour, you find yourself looking back at old memories of you two. you have grown used to spending these moments alone while mark is gone, but little do you know he is doing the same thing miles and miles away.

Love On Me || @neocitybooty🔞✅

↳ You have to choose between fulfilling the needs of your lovable boyfriend or finishing your work for the day. 

Stolen Kisses || @writemekpop🔞💕✅

↳ Sneaking off to have sex is tough with a kid in the house.

Surprise Visit || @mingyuonthemoon🔞💕✅

↳ mark pays you a surprise visit after not seeing each other for awhile

Taking Care Of My Baby || @onyourhyuck💕✅

↳ Your boyfriend Jaemin takes care of you while you’re bed ridden with a fever flu.

Two Makes A Team || @sxcret-garden🔞💕✅

↳ When both your boyfriends distract you by asking you for kisses, one thing leads to another and what you had planned to be some alone time with a good book turns into something even better…

Where Were You || @onyourhyuck🔞💕💔✅

↳ Your sweet loving boyfriend is always by your side during your bad days. What if one day, he can't be there for one of your worst?

Your Red Lipstick || @ihaechans💕✅

↳ Kisses, kisses, kisses. That’s all your boyfriend wants. When you refuse to give him the one thing he craves, he won’t leave you alone, begging and begging until you give in.

Worth A Lie || @ruwriteshour💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ Always wallowing yourself in self-pity, you start to doubt yourself and you think it's time to end your relationship with Mark with a lie. He'll have no choice but to move on from you. It will work... right?

His Karma || @onyourhyuck🔞💕💔🔄

↳ (no summary, but really do give this one a read!)

Adult Time || @nctsplug02🔞💕✅

↳ Anon Req: hihi i'm not sure if requests are open but can you write more of milf reader with jaemin + sungchan as the kids? ♡

Bruises and Ballet Shoes || @luvyeni🔞💕✅💯

↳ jeno gets into a fight and almost misses your preformance

Close The Door Behind You || @jadeobvi🔞✅

↳ Jeno is your strict older brother who has banded Jaemin from dating you, let alone looking at you. But one night you both can’t take it anymore. All the tension has finally exploded, but you have to be careful. God forbid Jeno hears.

Fever Pitch || @nctsworld🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ your world is shaken up (literally) when you meet the handsome man guilty of the accidental baseball smack to your head. after a comforting meet-cute and realization that he’s the city’s ace pitcher, you two go on a date. and by the end of the night, mark thinks he’s falling for you faster than any pitch he’s thrown before.

Forget Me Too || @yutaholic🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ Back home after years away, you just want to fulfill your obligations as your best friend’s maid of honor and split. You don’t want to see Johnny, though you are guaranteed to run into him at some point. You broke his heart not too long ago and the last thing he ever said to you was that he hated you. And you don’t blame him.

New Religion || @suhnnyupsidedown🔞✅💯💯

↳ something along the lines of Taeyong being a married professor and him ending up sleeping with one of his students? who also happens to be sleeping with Johnny?

Racer || @smileysuh🔞💕✅💯

↳ You feel like a chew toy caught between two rottweilers, and it kills you to give Jaehyun one last look before turning your back on him, following your brother to his car. Jaehyun is watching you as you get in, and when you close the door, you let out a deep breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “I know, what a killer race,” Johnny grins, starting his engine. “Could have been better though, he could have actually died.”

Sin & Obsession || @onyourhyuck🔞✅💯 (pt 2)

↳ You’re a faithful good girl. You attend church and you stay out of trouble. Mark is a guy that attends your church and what you don’t know is that he’s been obsessed with you for a while…

Two For One || @goldyeokki🔞💕✅

↳ you come home after a long day to your two boyfriends in skimpy maid outfits. while they fussed over you, you had completely forgotten that it was your birthday. good thing that they had something special prepared for you on your day.

Volleyball For Dummies (In Love Edition) || @jaeminvore💕✅

↳ Mark Lee has been called many things. Dedicated was one of them and that dedication lead him into joining NeoTech College's well coveted Women's Volleyball team, the NeoTech Tigers, as their manager in hopes of winning the infamous setter, Y/N's heart. But there was one problem, being academically inclined did not come with the extensive knowledge of anything related to the sport and to put it simply, Mark Lee doesn't know shit about Volleyball.

Boyfriend Material || @mochidoie💕💔✅

↳ Although you and Jaehyun had never spoken a word to each other before this class project, he asks you to be in a fake relationship in order to prove to his longtime crush that he is boyfriend material.

Getting Even || @ofjunemoment🔞💕💔🔄

↳ Haechan is notorious for his pranks. Who can forget about the one time the campus fountain was bleeding red? You were weary of never getting on his wrong side, but when you get to know him better, it seems like behind all that front he's a sweet and caring guy. That is until you get a bucket of water dunked on you straight after he promised he wouldn't pull something on you. You're not only pissed that he had fooled you like this, but that he chose such a simple prank.

Just Friends || @lonelyharmonies💕✅

↳ what happens when you wake up in someone else’s bed after getting drunk in a party?

What The Puck || @choerrypuffs💕💔✅

↳ you hit the university’s star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue. 

Mark Texts || @justalildumbpling💕✅

↳ (just some cute ol mark texts)

NCT 127 Texts || @12926💕✅💯

↳ sending a nude & saying "it wasn't for u"

NCT Dream Texts || @ohmygs-blog💕✅💯

↳ “last night was amazing. oops wrong person”

NCT Dream Texts || @ohmygs-blog💕✅

↳ “sorry can’t hangout w you this month, haven’t gotten paid yet!!!”

NCT Dream Texts || @hugs2doie💕✅

↳ nct dream when you hit them up with a “we need to talk”

NCT Dream Texts || @hugs2doie💕✅

↳ “i was talking to my other boyfriend” prank on the dreamies

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct 127 fluff #nct dream fluff #nct smut #nct angst #nct dream angst #nct 127 angst #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv scenarios #wayv fluff #nct texts au #nct best friends to lovers au #nct friends to lovers au #nct social media au #nct 127 social media au #nct strangers to lovers au #nct hybrid au #nct mafia au #nct exes to lovers au #nct established relationship au #nct enemies to lovers au #nct fic recs #nct recs

[magicalrocketships]

hi! are you planning to write more of de-aged max bc he is just so cute it’s giving me a heart attack. saw a tiktok the other day w photos of baby max and all i could think about was this verse!!!!! ahhh lysm

Thank you!!! Here is a little bit more, in honour of grown up Max's adventures with colouring in.

(Hopefully this link shows the stuff I’ve already posted in chronological order. But anyway, this bit follows directly on from this part.)

It has been five full days since a seven year old Max showed up at Daniel's door in too-big clothes and holding out a little card with Daniel's name carefully printed on it in grown up Max's blocky handwriting. Baby Max shows no signs of going big again. He follows Daniel around his apartment, looks at his flag book, and plays with the Jimmy or Sassy cats — no further narrowing down of cat identity has occurred, due to Daniel having little to no interest in identifying cat penises, and grown up Max's complete fucking inability to put his fucking cat names on a fucking collar, or, indeed, to have informed Daniel of his Go Small plans at any point in the past three fucking years, but that's fine, Daniel is fine with this responsibility. Max has wet the bed every night and Daniel is just having to cross his fingers that he's not making everything worse by each and every decision he makes.

Anyway: if grown up Max doesn't show up again extremely soon, Daniel's going to have to bite the bullet and call Christian and tell him Max isn't going to be able to race. Max will hate that when he's back, if Daniel brakes too soon and makes the call, and more than that, it's going to turn baby Max into a Thing, and if there's one thing Daniel has learned in the last five days, it's that Max one hundred percent does not want to be a thing of any kind.

So, it's time for Emergency Measures. Maybe what will kickstart baby Max back into adulthood in time for his next race will be a race track, and go-karting. Daniel takes advantage of Max being distracted by his coloured pencils in the living room to google nearby karting tracks, and sends the nearest one a message to see if he could book out the whole track for a private session. The answer comes back with an immediate yes, which is probably in some part due to the figure Daniel had dropped in his message about how much he's willing to pay for the privilege.

He leans against the doorframe into the living room. Max is concentrating very closely on his colouring book, his coloured pencils all out on the coffee table. A little something in Daniel's chest shifts a bit.

"Maxy-Max," Daniel says, half way through his email response to the karting track. "Would you like to go karting tomorrow?"

There is a pause. "No, thank you, Daniel." Max does not look up from his colouring book, nor does he stop colouring.

Daniel also pauses. Max's little fingers hold onto his pencil tighter. He's pressing down hard on the picture.

"Okay," Daniel says. "Would you like to go another day, if we don't go tomorrow?"

"No, thank you, Daniel," Max says again. He still doesn't look up. His pencil might tear through the paper soon.

Daniel's been reading up on Going Small. Well, googling randomly when he can't sleep. Most people tend to think about Going Small as a way of connecting with your kid self, like… remembering who you once were in case maybe you wanted to stop being such a cunt or that you always wanted to sew clothes or build bridges and maybe your hedge fund job isn't as fulfilling as you maybe thought it was. Some people say it's as much for the people around you as it is about you, but whatever. Daniel had had a great fucking time in the pit lane six years ago, he remembers that much, although the detail has always been fuzzy. Like it happened a very long time ago. But there's another school of thought, one about the kids that don't age back up after a day or a couple of days, the kids who maybe lost a part of their childhood the first time around. Daniel's never met anyone who stayed small longer than a couple of days though, and it's so rare that the theory could be complete bollocks, and no one would ever know anyway. You can't battle data against the universe, it's not like race strategy. There's no science to it.

Max continues not to look at him. He's colouring the same line over and over again.

Daniel closes his email app, and slips his phone into his pocket. "Can I come and colour with you?"

Max nods, but doesn't look up. His fingertips are white around his pencil. He's used it down to the nub so that it's almost too blunt to colour with.

Daniel tries to sit down on Max's right side, but Max shakes his head and makes him come and sit on his left. Daniel positions himself cross-legged by the coffee table and it becomes clear just why Max wanted him this side when, a moment later, Max's little hand slips into Daniel's bigger one. Daniel does not now have a hand to colour with, but maybe it doesn't matter, because Max is colouring with enough concentration for the two of them, a big picture of a train with a cat sitting in the window next to the driver. He's being very careful. He still doesn't look up.

One of the Jimmy or Sassys wanders over to curl up by Max's little Pikachu-socked foot. The other one, the one who doesn't like being petted as much and prefers to watch you in a creepy and furry way while you're doing perfectly normal things sitting on the toilet or in the shower, perches on top of Daniel's shelves and stares at them.

Max's grip on his pencil loosens a little. Daniel leans over and kisses the top of his head. "You're very good at colouring," he tells Max. "We can cut out ones you've finished and put them up on the wall, if you'd like."

Max looks at him then, his eyes big and wide. "My pictures?"

"Your pictures," Daniel agrees. He reaches for the Pikachu pencil sharpener in the middle of the table. "Can I sharpen your pencil for you?"

Max dutifully hands him his blue pencil. His eyes are still shining, even though Daniel's had to stop holding his hand so that he can sharpen it for him. When he hands it back, all sharp, Max tucks his hand into Daniel's again.

"You've done some good colouring in of this train," Daniel says. "Have you been on a train, Maxy-Max?"

Max shakes his head.

"Would you like to go on one?"

Max's eyes widen. "A train?"

"Yeah," Daniel nods. "If you'd like, we can go and find a train to go on tomorrow. If you want to. We can take Pikachu."

"But not the Jimmy or Sassys," Max says, frowning. "They would not like the train and they might get lost."

"No," Daniel agrees. "The Jimmy or Sassy cats can stay here."

"There is a cat in my train picture but it is not our cats."

"No," Daniel says. "So, should we go on a train tomorrow?"

"Yes, please, Daniel," Max says, in satisfaction.

Daniel watches him colour even as he's avoiding texting Christian to let him know Max has gone small and isn't getting big again. He follows up on his avoidance by ordering a night light for Max's bedroom and one for the bathroom, in case his little boy is frightened of the dark and is too scared to say. He pays extra for same-day delivery.

He'll call Christian later, when Max is in bed. Instead, he googles train stations, and train timetables, and puts together a plan for the morning.

Max keeps his hand tucked into Daniel's, carries on colouring, and doesn't let go.

Thank you so much to Zoe @flawlessassholes for giving this a pre-post read through, and for consistently being interested in all baby Max lore!

#my fic #de-aged maxiel #baby max #fic that I wrote

[drdemonprince]

ive seen you talk about FIRE/mr money moustache and i am interested in how you balance that with your politics. i ask because i am also interested in FIRE but struggle with the idea of saving 2mil+ to retire early when people need money NOW to survive. not just broadly but even loved ones and community members in my immediate vicinity. i dont mean this in an EXPLAIN YOURSELF sort of way, just so many of the FIRE etc people i find writing about it dont really address this aspect and its something i struggle with internally myself.

Sure, I don't mind speaking about this at all. I wish I more frequently had the occasion to because it's a major special interest of mine.

First, I'm not interested in the saving 2 million dollars (if that were even feasible) school of financial independence/ retire early. I'm more of an adherent to the r/LeanFire, r/BaristaFire type approach of maintaining a consistently very frugal standard of living that is sustainable for me, on a relatively smaller savings, and pursuing a life of relatively little consumption.

I also think that MMM, despite his many flaws, is broadly accurate in stating that when people continuing working all their lives, they also create more ecological devastation by consuming a whole of a hell lot more resources on convenience and burning more fuel, while chasing after a steadily rising living standard set by the norms of their profession. By taking myself out of the workforce sooner rather than later, I will be contributing less to climate change and waste because I'll need fewer convenience meals, fewer car rides, fewer flights, fewer hotel rooms, fewer fancy professional clothes, and so on and so on.

I also spend a lot of time on the Socially Conscious Mustachians group on Facebook, which focuses on investing one's savings in ways that are less ethically problematic. The easy mode version of this is simply putting one's money into index funds that exclude oil companies, gun manufacturers, etc. But honestly, today, with interest rates being as high as they are? It's pretty easy to just sock one's money into a CD or a bond, collect the cool 5.4% interest, and avoid having to contribute to the stock market directly at all. There are even high-yield savings accounts at credit unions that pay out about that much interest these days, and those entities typically do not invest in oil pipelines, BDS targets, or anything all that objectionable.

As for the hoading money while others are in need piece: Well. yeah. that's a difficult ethical challenge that we all must consider. how much can i hold onto for my own wellbeing in the spirit of "putting on one's oxygen mask first" without it being wealth hoarding? how much should i give to other people when i see that they are in need --someone could easily make the case that I have the moral obligation to give away what i have to my very last cent, and I couldn't really argue with them on that. maybe a person should do that. but i'm not going to do it. and of course the effective altruism freakos would counter that if i invest my money and grow it now, i will have more to give to others in the long run than if i cash out now.

realistically, i won't be able to continue working for much longer without having another health episode or worse. i will not qualify for disability benefits because high maskers who have had careers usually do not. and social security's coffers will be entirely drained long before i reach the age to qualify for it. if i enter my non-working years without any resources, someone else will have to worry about me staying housed and medicated and fed.

i tend to think of my retire early stash as my own little private disability benefits fund that will allow me to live safely and will hopefully allow me to take care of other people that i love as we age, and that will give me the freedom from having to do any morally compromising capitalist labor ever again, and only put my energies towards causes that either fulfill me or benefit others.

but it's still rooted in a highly individualistic capitalist system, this holding onto money under my own name and investing it thing. im sure a lot of people would choose instead to sock all of their money into some kind of cooperatively owned communist farm or something, and you know, some day down the line i would love to put money toward a big multi unit building that lots of people i am in community with could live in, with no financial obligations for them. but i dont have anywhere near that kind of scratch. as hannibal buress (that landlord piece of shit) said, "i don't have fuck you money, i have strongly worded email money." and you know, being able to write a strongly worded email to people who would otherwise be exploiting me into another huge burnout does feel good.

thinking that one day i might not work anymore is one of the only things that keeps me going. i am always on the razor's edge of not functioning, i dont think people really realize that, how could they, the mask is there to prevent them seeing it. im beyond privileged to even get to CONSIDER the dream of getting by on my savings for however long human society continues to exist. and it sure would be better if i could extend that kind of freedom and peace of mind to others. my life still feels very precarious and it always has and ive had to be stable for the sake of others for a long time, ive had to be financially responsible for others for a long time. i cling to the idea of FI/RE because it offers me a way to finally break down and be weak. but something more community oriented and interdependent would sure as fuck be better. in the meantime i guess im saving for something like that i could trust enough to give myself over to.

i also have a really strong fetishistic desire to be someone's completely brainwashed sex pet for the entire rest of my life, and having an early retirement account would really help me facilitate that

[aaronsrpgs]

A Worksheet Manifesto (Rough Draft)

The Worksheet Manifesto is an attempt to explain why I'm moving my game design toward something I can print for free at the public library and give away. It's not a scold or a call to action; I buy full-color zines and hardcover books, and I support people charging for their work. This is a personal manifesto—an exercise in self-exploration.

The first reason I pursue this is ACCESS. I want people to be able to find and play my games. (Accessibility is maybe a better word for this, but I don't want it confused with the process through which something is made easier to use for people with disabilities.)

Some of the main barriers I've seen are financial (someone can't afford my games), technological (lack of computers and/or printers makes it more complicated to read my games), and international (shipping to someone outside the U.S. is prohibitively expensive).

Combining these three elements, I realized I wanted my games to be cheap or free. The common "community copies" solution on itch.io is much touted, and for good reason, but as I tried explaining the process to friends who weren't familiar with the site (or who flat-out aren't tech savvy), many responses were confused or frustrated. So I've set most of my games to pay-what-you-want with a suggested price.

Going from computer tech to printer tech, my most recent games were laid out in black and white, without ink-sucking textures (although some still have large spots of black in the art--something I continue to consider). Many American libraries offer limited free printing, and I always hope people will "utilize" the printers at their jobs or schools. I want people to be able to easily print out my games and share them at the table or pass them to friends.

And more selfishly, I hate dealing with fulfillment and shipping. It's stressful for me, it requires money up front to print things, and I'm bad at it, which means shipments go out slow, or not at all if someone lives outside of the U.S. Creating a file that's easy to print hopefully encourages people to create their own copies.

These cheap print copies also hopefully contribute to a feeling of DISPOSABILITY. I grew up with comic books, magazines, newspapers, and mass market paperbacks, and I think these cheap, short slabs of culture helped them feel like someone could engage with them without having to be fancy or educated or in the know. (A lot of us gatekeep ourselves!)

Prices for RPGs, like so many nerd collectibles, have steadily risen at least since the start of the pandemic. Crowdfunders often capitalize on FOMO, encouraging people to go all in on deluxe hardcovers with fabric bookmarks or whatever. And if my experience working at a used game store is anything to go by, lots of those fancy editions go right onto the bookshelf, unread. Don't want to break the spine or get fingerprints on it!

And I guess I'm just against consumerism? If someone wants a nice thing, I hope they get it, but a culture of games as luxury items and status symbols is not something I'm interested in.

So if someone has a game of mine and they don't want it anymore, I hope they pass it on, put it in a little free library, or recycle it.

And those dirty little printouts of my games? I want people to touch them and write them. I want TACTILITY. This is partially a usability issue: 300-page hardcovers are hard to find information in, and they're heavy if you have to lug them to a friend's house.

So I try to design games where everything a player (including the GM) needs is on, at most, three sheets of paper. I want them to be able to spread a couple pages out and take in the shape of the game they're about to play. I want them to circle things and make notes in the margins. Moving a pencil around does wild things to your brain, the same way that picking at a guitar or molding clay does. It focuses attention in interesting ways.

And in the end, you hopefully have a personalized article of play. And if you spill beer on it, no one's worried about replacing that $50 hardcover.

Speaking of beer, I want my games to be available to and contribute to COMMUNITY. As the pandemic started, I retreated into lots of online spaces, and those were absolutely vital to my survival. But I lost touch with lots of my friends and acquaintances in my city. I want to reconnect with them.

One of my favorite cartoonists, Mark Connery, is known for drawing little zines and just...leaving them all over. Coffee shops, art galleries, bathrooms. And when I think of him, I think of an artist responding directly to the places around him. Is it sad that some of this work is probably "lost" to all readers other than the person that happens across the zine? A little bit. But I think that comes from a bad part of my brain, the part that wants to own things.

I certainly don't want the entirety of my own work collected and widely distributed. Some of those things were specific responses to specific times that I've moved past. Some were bad! But I want to keep responding to my specific times and my specific place. I want to give things to friends (even if they just pass them on or recycle them). I want to give a game to someone at a zine fest and have them recognize my name from a zine they read in a coffee shop bathroom. And maybe they'll give me a zine in return.

My last hangup is MODULARITY. First, similar to tactility, I want to be able to give a player only the rules that matter to them. Character creation and basic rules? Here's a page. And once you're familiar with that and we've entered a downtime phase, here's a page with those options. You want to start a farm? Here's a page. I want it to feel like printing coloring pages for kids or ripping out my favorite magazine articles. These are the parts that matter. And if they stop mattering, you can get rid of them.

But I also want modularity on a system level. I want to add a subsystem to game as I think of it. I want to throw in an adventure pamphlet when it comes to me. I can keep them all in a little box, like a care package from my past self, and when it's time to run a game, I can dig around like a verminous animal and build my nest out of the best bits.

In CONCLUSION, I want to reiterate that this is a personal practice, and I'm not criticizing people who work differently. I used to work differently, and in the future, I'll probably work differently again.

This is simply the way I've identified what's important to me, set that up against the things that cause me to stumble, taken advantage of the privileges I have, and tried my best to bring that all together in a way that keeps me excited about my own work.

#ttrpgs #indie ttrpgs

[an-annyeoing-writer]

yandere!Kai x Reader: petty theft. [+18]

Word count: 3 371

Tags: yandere!AU, smut, obedience training, bratty behavior, extreme degradation, sadom*sochism, in case you feel like Reader is high don't worry it's just subspace.

Warnings: s*xual content, potentially triggering themes such as toxic relationship traits, friendly reminder it's a fiction and not what we expect our IRL Nini to be.

Author's note: It's been a while since I wrote anything like that. Took quite a bit of effort as for such a small piece, but I hope to be releasing more content in the future~ Probably a Baekhyun fic will come around Halloween, so stay tunned!

His word was an order and you were addicted to giving up the sense of control. It was a perfect kind of deal between the two of you: him who would take everything without asking, and you who’d follow him without a moment of doubt.

Your relationship was anything but reasonable, anything but right, and anything but prosperous. But it was giving you some sense of fulfillment that no other had ever given, and it was a form of self-destruction that you could take with masochistic pleasure.

It would be a lie to say that it was the only unhinged thing that you enjoyed. Some things you liked more, some you liked less. Maybe it was your toxic trait to allow his obsession to get this far without objection, so you could drink up from all the pain and torment that he could offer.

“You have done it again.” His voice rumbled through the apartment. “Give it back.”

Recently, you felt lonelier than usual. When he would work and do other business stuff, or meet his friends even, you’d be locked up in his apartment with close to no source of entertainment. You were over with attempts to get out or to contact someone from the outside – these never brought anything good.

But you still felt the need to itch him in some way that would make him come to you and take it out on you. He had taken note of the pattern, you noticed – you’d be surprised if he didn’t. When someone steals your wallet three times in a row, it cannot be an accident.

The wallet was stored neatly under your pillow and the moment he entered your room, hand extended in expectation of receiving back the stolen item, you didn’t even pretend not to know what’s it all about.

Without hurry but neither taking too much time, you pushed yourself off the mattress and retrieved the wallet, then walked over to Jongin and placed it in his hand. The man’s eyes were fixated at you, although you couldn’t yet tell what he was thinking.

“Why do you always do that?”

You shrugged, a bit too embarrassed to state aloud your silly reasoning.

“You just wanted attention, didn’t you?”

He could read you like a book, couldn’t he? You hesitantly nodded your head.

The man shook his own with a sigh.

“What do I do with you. If I punish you as you want so badly, you’ll keep doing it whenever you feel like it.” You pouted. “I need to correct you in a way that discourages you from doing it again, right?”

There was a sense of fear mixed with excitement starting to grow within your stomach.

He stared at you with his face unreadable, and you felt like that stare had no other purpose but to make you start doubting in yourself, with nervousness arising that you were not sure you enjoyed anymore.

There was some sense of negative emotion on his side. As long as it was only irritation, you could handle it. But what if he was actually upset? What if you acting up had ruined something within his daily schedule? What if he wasted too much time trying to look for it or picking up stuff he then couldn’t pay for? Hopefully he didn’t get a fine on his way for not having his documents on.

“[F/n].”

You straightened up as if on command. Sensing the fear finally settle in and uneasiness become tangible on your face, Jongin’s demeanor started to shift. From cold and emotionless, a smug smirk appeared in the corner of his lip, and he crossed his arms with the wallet still held between his fingers.

Suddenly, his grip on the wallet loosened, and the item fell out of his hand and dropped to the floor with a thud. The noise was objectively quiet but in the silence surrounding you, it made your heart thump. Jongin didn’t flinch.

“Pick it up.”

You didn’t hesitate, crouching down and picking up the item, carefully putting it in his hand again.

However, the man didn’t move, and neither did he put any effort in holding it, and so the wallet fell back down. You stared at him in confusion.

“Pick it up.”

You gulped. The task was confusing, but refusing it was out of question. You picked the wallet up again and put it in his hand, this time holding it in there until you felt his fingers wrap around it securely. You breathed a soft sigh of relief when they did.

And then he dropped it again. The noise of the item falling down echoed with a nervous pang in your chest, as if it was not just a sound of a wallet falling, but a thunder at least.

You didn’t hesitate before crouching down yet another time, picking it up and extending your hand, although ready for the item to be denied again.

Jongin tilted his head to the side.

“I didn’t tell you to pick it up.”

He stepped forward, making sure that the step made noise on the wooden panels, and that noise was yet another sound that made you flinch, as if any motion coming from him could be a threat right now.

“You know what I mean, don’t you?” he spat. “If I tell you to do something, you do it. If I don’t tell you to, you don’t. If I tell you not to breathe, you fucking don’t.”

His hand shot forward, wrapping around your throat, and you thoughtlessly released the wallet, hands reaching to hold his wrist instead. You knew that fighting him would be futile, and to be frank, you wouldn’t even dare to do so. His hold wasn’t too strong, fingers pressing against the veins but not depriving you from air just yet. But a single attempt of taking a bigger breath made you choke on your own saliva and you gasped, trying to loosen his hold at least a little.

“Hands down.” The command was simple, and you felt tears gather in your eyes when you forced yourself to ignore the discomfort and take your hands off his own. The tips of your toes and fingers started to tingle.

Without any warning, the hold on your throat finally disappeared, and you coughed, bending in half because your legs almost gave up underneath you. You had just a few moments of rest before the next words came.

“Pick it up. With your teeth.”

You didn’t have to courage to look up at him.

Besides, from your position it was closer to the ground anyway.

You crouched down shakily, letting your knees and palms hit the floor. You repositioned yourself slightly so that the wallet would be in a convenient proximity and lowered your head, briefly thinking of how dirty the item must have been, being one of those never-washed items that are constantly in use outdoors. But that was not important. Your task was.

Your mouth was merely centimeters from the leather surface when you felt something touch the top of your head. From a brief sensation, it gradually strengthened into a pressure that pressed your face down into the floor. You peeked to the side, confirming the suspicion that it was nothing else but Jongin’s shoe weighing down on top of your head.

Your body quivered. It was a natural reflex to try and fight against the force, but you knew better than that – the only way was to give in, even when your cheek started to hurt from the pressure. It would hurt just a bit longer, and then you’d feel the bliss of submission overcome any and all pain. You breathed heavily, trying to at least position yourself a bit more comfortably.

Wordlessly, Jongin took his foot off your head, allowing you to finish the task. The wallet’s texture felt gross on your tongue, and you did your best to touch it only with your teeth. You lifted yourself until you were kneeling, and then tiled your head upwards, praying so that he would just take the wallet back without playing any more games.

You breathed a sigh of relief when his fingers pulled the item gently from between your teeth.

Noticing your saliva gathered on the surface, Jongin brought the item to your face, and you flinched, muscle memory awaiting a slap to your cheek.

But the slap didn’t come, and instead, he wiped the wallet on your face, and you pressed your lips together, doing your best to stay still during the humiliating treatment.

Upon finishing the act, he smoothly tucked the wallet in his back pocket, the item quickly forgotten and nothing left to stand in between you and Jongin’s mercy – or lack thereof. His attention, now focused on you solely, felt intimidating.

“Up.”

Although the order was rather vague, you didn’t hesitate rising onto your feet.

“Down.”

Your mind was already hazy, and so it didn’t feel so weird anymore to fulfill the Sisyphean task.

“Up.”

In fact, there were no thoughts left in your mind to even think about whatever the point of the requests was. There was only full obedience, and as long as he told you what to do, you had a goal to live for.

“Down.”

The floor already managed to warm up underneath your body, although your legs were growing tired. But all of these were just secondary sensations, your eyes, half-lidded in your masochistic high, were fixated on his own.

“You like it?”

You nodded, your tongue like a jelly making it hard to speak a word, but Jongin didn’t seem to mind.

“See? It’s so much better when you listen. You feel so good and I’m happy. Why change that?” You sensed a threat lingering in his voice and felt an urge to soothe it, so you leaned forward and pressed your face into his thigh, like a pet asking for that little bit of intimacy from its owner. The comparison seemed very accurate in your situation. “Are you tired, yet?” You nodded with a lazy smile. “I don’t think so.”

The next motion came completely unexpected, the man’s fingers grabbing your hair at the roots, pulling you off his thigh and pressing your face into his crotch instead.

“You’re not tired, sweetheart. I haven’t told you to be tired yet.”

The persuasion took your breath away. You dreamed of nothing more than of succumbing to the drugged-like state of your mind, but Jongin was merciless as he unzipped his pants with one hand, the other wrapped around your hair tightly when he pushed his length into your mouth before you could even take a good glance.

You gagged, your throat completely unprepared for the rough treatment. Jongin only pushed in harder until your nose touched his abdomen, and then held you in this position for a few seconds despite you gagging and choking. He pulled out, letting you take a short breath, and then pushed back in – your reactions much weaker this time.

It took some moments, a few pushes like that, until you finally started giving up again, and Jongin picked up his face, aligning it with his own pleasure. Your throat started to accommodate around him, but every rougher motion teared your eyes up. His movements were frantic, almost wild, and nothing but selfish.

There was no regard for your comfort, and it made you thrive. Your mind – covered in a fog. Nothing felt real. You diverted your attention from the sloppy noises of your own mouth being used, because somewhere not so far away, Jongin’s beautiful, although sparse moans filled the air like a heavenly music that you could just not get enough of.

Your jaw was starting to ache. It was hardly possible to breathe. You were lightheaded and too dazed to even acknowledge your own arousal starting to pool between your legs. Your skin was tingling all over, your scalp – burning, and you could swear you saw stars for a moment.

But Jongin’s pace was relentless, and something about that cruel, degrading demeanor was turning you on even more. He was making such good use of you, his obedient little doll.

It didn’t even matter that your hands were too weak to try and help him feel even better, because all Jongin seemed to care about was that your mouth felt so warm and nice.

It was just mere minutes that your mind barely registered before you felt him harden even more. You heard no warning, but his heavy pants and gasps – the ones you already learned to recognize – told you enough.

He suddenly pushed into your mouth with full force, his fingers holding your head in place as he came hard and fast, not even a taste present on your tongue with how his semen ran straight down your throat.

You gagged, a cough fruitlessly trying to tear through, everything inside of you screaming for relief that for those few seconds was completely unreachable. You only fought for his cum not to get into your lungs or leave through your nose, a desperate attempt on remaining at least remotely human in this absolutely dehumanizing experience.

Jongin finally pulled out of your mouth, and you frantically choked and coughed, catching desperate breaths, careless of his semen and your saliva running now down your chin and dropping onto your shirt and the floor below.

Your hands were still too weak to try and wipe it, your legs felt like cotton candy that absolutely wouldn’t hold you up, and you only bent down, leaning into his leg for comfort again, which this time brought even more peace and relief when you felt him reach down and place his hand on top of your head, stroking your hair gently, giving you all the time to catch your breath and recover. You felt so dizzy and so tired, so lowly but also so at ease.

“Up.”

Your body moved on its own before you consciously registered his voice. With legs feeling like a jelly, you forced yourself up. He must have composed yourself while you were down on the floor, and there was a stark contrast between him – looking as neat as ever – and you, completely whored out, not even remotely decent in appearance.

“That’s my girl.”

The praise tasted like champagne, sedating you further.

“Come here.”

He circled you and put his hands underneath your elbows. With mellow motions, he led you towards your bed and then pushed you onto the mattress. You landed softly and helplessly among cloud-like pillows and blankets.

The strong urge to melt and fall asleep has been abruptly interrupted by the man’s hands tugging at your pants and pulling them down to your knees. You hazily thought that it would be nice to get used once again, although your muscles wouldn’t really support you much and you’d be just a limp doll trapped underneath him. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Wake up, princess” he mocked, tapping your face – too gently to call it a slap in your dictionary, but not particularly affectionately either. You must have not noticed when your eyes slipped closed, and so you forced them back open.

You sensed Jongin’s hand hovering your womanhood, its warmth spreading all over your skin in a pleasant manner.

You could swear you could fall back asleep, but his two fingers suddenly intruded your entrance, making sure to cause a little bit of prickling pain even despite all that wetness that would make it so easy to accommodate to him. You let out a small whimper of discomfort.

“Wake up, love. There’s one more lesson you need to learn.” The pet names persuaded you to muster last bits of strengths – his words tasted so delicious, sweet proofs of Jongin’s own devotion for you, and what more could you possibly want? You reached with your arms to wrap them around the man’s neck in a loving, albeit somewhat pleading embrace.

“Could I be tired…?” you asked a bit jokingly, but also knowing that he’d appreciate that you kept his words in mind.

Jongin laughed softly.

But then his smile suddenly fell and his face darkened.

“Not. Yet” he spat out, fingers pushing deep into your core. Sensation wouldn’t be so pleasant normally, and it was clear that he also did not mean to please you, but you were growing deprived and just as the humiliation earlier, mere touch of him on your private parts made you squeal in arousal.

He joined one more finger, stretching you out easily with a sprinkle of pain. Small brushes of his thumb against your clit made you overflow with thirst, but he just wouldn’t do enough to quench it for you.

“Please…” You tried pressing yourself against his palm for any more of the sweet friction, but the other hand was quick to wrap around your neck and push you down into the mattress, rendering you absolutely helpless. The position yet again sent warmth down to your core, and you felt as though if he was to slap you in the face at that exact moment, you could simply cum just from that.

But Jongin couldn’t care less. He turned from stretching you to fucking you with his fingers, brushing against your sweet spot so sparsely despite the fast pace that you felt like you could lose your mind. You were pathetically mewling for any sort of actual relief.

And that was when he just stopped.

You moved your hips as if it would provide the friction instead, but both of his hands were suddenly gone. You pressed your thighs together, reaching with your own hand to finish yourself off, but it was slapped away before you could even get close, and so you sobbed in frustration, wriggling on the damn mattress as if it would soothe your need.

It took you a few painfully long moments to come back to your senses. Breath slowing down, the buzzing feeling in your head subsiding, sensation coming back into your limbs.

Your eyes eventually registered Jongin – he was resting his cheek on top of your bent knee, arms wrapped loosely around your leg in an intimate, loving position, so different from his cruel demeanor mere moments before.

He sat there in silence, watching your desperate and chaotic state with a small, content smile on his face, as if he took pride in nothing more than making you this pathetic, this hopeless, in drowning you in your own despair.

Your heart was slowing down, but it would be a lie to say that you felt any better. Your thighs were all wet from your arousal, and everything down there ached with how the pleasure was ruthlessly drawn away.

“Please” you mumbled with remains of strength, although you weren’t sure if your body could take any more of mistreatment.

“You can be tired now, love.”

Your eyes widened in realization.

“B-but…”

“Hm?”

Jongin’s head tilted innocently, although the look on his face held a threat behind, one that you wouldn’t dare to try and challenge. Your face must have displayed absolute defeat, all while Jongin’s was nothing but pleased.

“That’s what I thought, sweetheart.” His hand reached and patted your cheek lovingly, although there was something objectifying in it, as if he was patting a pet, or a favorite car, and not his lover’s face. You accepted your defeat.

Jongin sat next to you as you succumbed into the embrace of sleep, watching over you. Like a guardian angel – although a demon would be more appropriate in regards to his persona. You smiled at the thought.

With a tender kiss to your forehead, he whispered a goodnight, covering you with a blanket cozily and placing the fluffiest pillow right by your head, so you could wrap your arms around it if you’d like. Eventually, when he was certain you were almost asleep, he carefully got up from his place on your mattress and walked to the door, shutting it quietly to let you finally rest in the peace of your own space.

And in the last moments before falling asleep, you only wondered how long you will be allowed to rest before he notices that you pickpocketed his wallet again.

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The Interview - Chapter 19

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warnings: smut (M/F, vaginal sex)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count: 2873

Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 19

There were two months of what Melody could only describe as pure bliss.  Work was exciting and fulfilling.  She was loving her home life.  She was getting more time to have a life outside of paying bills and was making time for hanging out with friends and starting new hobbies.  She’d been going out on group dates with her, Steve, Bucky, Bobbi, Matthew, and Sam.  They were quickly becoming a new family group and she hoped they all worked out because she’d hate to lose those dinners.  Best of all, things between her and Steve were calm and it felt like they’d reached some new milestone in the relationship that she couldn’t quite name.  It was more domestic and yet felt deeper.  They had started to talk about their futures more.  It wasn't intentional sit-down and talks about getting married and having kids and what religion they planned to raise them.  It was more that they casually dropped those things into other conversations like they were inevitable.  Steve had mentioned wanting to take her to Europe sometime.  She had said something about what they’d kids would look like.  They’d both casually mentioned parts of town they’d like to move to together.

Melody had never felt so on the same page as someone before.  Every relationship she’d had up until Steve, she’d felt the ticking clock counting down to the end of the relationship.  She did not doubt that Steve was for keeps and she’d debate whether or not to take him home to meet her parents.

It was a tricky situation.  Her relationship with her parents had been strained since she and Bobbi came out.  They still talked but it was much more shallow than it used to be.  They never asked if she was seeing anyone and conversations about Bobbi were usually fairly shallow.

“I love that you are mad at them on my behalf,” Bobbi said when Melody brought the topic up with her.  “But if you want to take Steve back to meet your parents, you should do it.  You know they love you, and I even know they still care about me.  But they’re just having trouble coming to terms with the fact that we’re not who they thought we were.  I plan to take Bucky back home, at the very least to meet Stella, Isla, and Ro.  Hopefully, my Mom and Dad will want to meet him too.  I live in hope.”

“Yeah, but I thought they were people that they showed they weren't too,” Melody said.  “Why do I have to be the bigger person? It’s their job to accept me how I am.  Not the other way around.”

“Think about this then,” she said.  “What if you and Steve end up getting married?  Would you want that to happen without them there?”

She huffed and nodded.  “No.  I guess I’d want them to be there.”

“So do the trip.  Let Steve meet them,” she said.  “You don’t have to go easy on them about the stuff you’re mad about.  You can make sure they know that you’re bi and I’m trans and they need to get used to it.  But you aren’t going to mend any fences here ignoring them,” she said.  “Besides, if anyone could get through to them, it’s Captain freaking America.”

It had left Melody with a lot to think about and she’d decided that maybe before taking Steve home they needed a deep conversation about what they wanted in their lives.

She had met Steve for lunch at the diner they’d met for their first interview, though this time she was dressed far more casually than she had been back then.  He’d gotten there before her and when she’d come in and she’d caught his eye, his whole face lit up.  Melody wondered if he’d always look at her like that.  It made her feel like the most important person on the planet.

He stood before she got to the table and kissed her cheek, his hand running down her arm into her hand.  “You look beautiful,” he said.

She chuckled. “I’m in shorts and a T-shirt.  You’re just a flatterer.”

“Or maybe you’re always beautiful,” he said playfully.

She laughed, taking his hand and kissing his palm.  “You are so smooth.”

“That’s what everyone always says about me,” Steve joked, running his hand along her jaw.

Melody picked up the menu and began to browse it.  “You know what I’m going to have today?” Steve asked.

She looked up at him over the menu.  “Pancakes?” she said hopefully.

“Well, no,” he said. “I want to get a Reuben. But - I will get it with a bowl of soup and a slice of pie à la mode.”

“Look at you,” Melody said.  “Sugar at lunchtime.”

“I know,” he said. “I’ll be all hyped up and then crash and need a long nap.”

Melody broke down into silent giggles, her shoulders shaking. “What an easy job you must have to be able to take naps in the afternoon.”

“Oh yeah,” Steve said.  “Piece of cake.  Anyone could do it.”

Melody hid her face as she broke down into laughter. Her leg bumped against his under the table.  He put his hand on hers and squeezed it.  “Do you know what you’re having?” he asked.

“I think I might go with the wild mushroom potato pancakes,” she said.

He smiled at her.  “Well at least one of us is getting the pancakes, even if they’re potato ones.”

“That’s what I thought,” Melody said.

Steve’s eyes flicked over the menu as they waited for the waitress to come over.  After they’d ordered and she took the menu away, he turned his full attention to her.  “I was considering that Thanksgiving lunch.  I think more out of novelty than anything.  Where else can you get whole turkey legs like that?”

“The only things I can think of are Disney and Universal Studios,” Melody said.

Steve looked startled at her answer.  “Really?”

“Yeah, they sell huge drumsticks so you can feel like a caveman,” she answered and mimed taking a bite of one.

He laughed.  “Is it weird that I’m more tempted to go to a theme park because of that than I would have been otherwise?”

“Well yes, because you don’t like eating in front of strangers,” she said.

Steve laughed hard, his hand going to his chest.  “That’s true.  Maybe all I needed was the ability to eat turkey legs like a caveman.”

Warmth bloomed in Melody’s chest and she linked her fingers with his under the table.  She wished they were sitting on the same side of the booth because she wanted to snuggle right into his side.  Seeing Steve as relaxed and happy as this felt like a blessing reserved just for her.

“Speaking of Thanksgiving,” she said.  “Did you have plans?”

“Not really,” he said.  “I sometimes go down and spend it with Sam and his sister.  Sometimes the team spends it together.  A lot of us don’t have families, so it just depends on if anyone else takes pity on us.  Though I was hoping I’d spend it with you this year.”

She wrinkled her nose at him playfully.  “Really?  I was hoping that too.”

“I figured that’s why you asked.  Would it be with Bobbi too?” he asked.  “You, me, Bucky, and Bobbi.  That could be fun.”

“No Sam and Matt?” she asked.

“Well, Sam will be going to his sister,” Steve said. “But don’t tell Matthew, I think Sam wants to take him home to meet her.”

“Oh, I hope Mattie can do it,” she said. “He is so into Sam.”

“That feeling is very mutual,” Steve said.

She leaned over the table, taking Steve’s hands.  “I’m so into you,” she said.

He smiled and leaned into her.  “That feeling is mutual too,” he said, pecking her lips.

They were interrupted by the waitress with their coffees.  They sat back in their seats and Steve thanked her as she filled their cups.  She blushed a little and mumbled something about it being her pleasure before leaving them alone again.

“So was it with Bobbi?” he asked.

“Well…” she said. “Maybe.  I just wanted to float the idea of taking you home to meet my parents.”

Steve blinked at her, the surprise written all over his features.  “I thought you were estranged.”

“Well, yes.  Kind of.  We don’t talk a lot and when we do it’s very shallow,” she said.  “But they are my family, and I think we’re serious.  Right?  We’re in this for the long term?”

Steve looked at her confused.  “Yes.  Of course.  I didn’t even know that was a question.”

“I just want to make sure we’re on the same page, because going home is stressful.  I want you to meet them if you want to meet them.  But also to introduce them to the person I plan to spend the rest of my life with.  So I just want to make sure that’s where you think we’re going too,” she explained.  Steve opened his mouth to say something and she held up her hand to stop him.  “I know you love me.  And this isn’t about pressuring you.  I don’t expect this conversation to end and for you to start looking for engagement rings.  I just want to make sure that we have all our cards on the table so that in a few years we don’t end up finding out that our ideas of having kids are completely different and it’s a deal breaker.”

A soft smile crossed Steve’s face and he reached over, taking her hands again.  “Wow, you have been overthinking this a lot haven’t you.”

“Well, here’s the thing,” she said.

The waitress chose that moment to bring over their food.  It took a moment for her to put out the plates and top up their coffees.  She was definitely enjoying her opportunity to talk with Steve.  Not that Melody could fault her.

Steve thanked her and told her everything looked great and once again she blushed before she left them alone.

“She’s really star-struck,” Melody said.

“She’s being very sweet,” he said.  “She’s really trying not to let it affect our experience.  I’ve had people try to insert themselves into my meal.”

She laughed.  “I hope not literally.”

Steve wrinkled his nose and bared his teeth. “God, I hope not too.”

Melody let her laughter taper off as she cut up her potato pancakes and Steve pulled his sandwich closer and tore it in half.  “What were you saying?” Steve asked.  “About why you were overthinking taking me home?”

She sighed and took a bite of her food as she gathered her thoughts again.  “Okay.  I knew Bobbi was trans long before she came out to anyone else.  She was scared of telling her parents.  They’re not conservative… but they were pretty traditional about gender roles.  We were never ever worried about my parents accepting us.  They were always really outspoken about LGBT rights.  So when Bobbi came out, her parents told her they didn’t want her in the house living a lie and corrupting her sisters.  We knew - we didn’t even doubt for a second - that my parents would let her stay with us.  But when we came to ask, there was a lot of stammering and making excuses.  Our moms are really close, that’s why we call each other cousins.  So we thought maybe she didn’t want to do that in case it upset Bobbi’s parents and she’d lose the friendship.  Eventually, Mom settled on them maybe having a point and that Bobbi should think about how she was affecting everyone else.  I got really pissed.  I was so angry at them.  I said that this was who Bobbi was and that she was our family and they needed to accept that about her, and I yelled at them. I asked if they’d feel the same way if I brought home a girlfriend.  They didn’t take that well either.  They said don’t be stupid and that I’d always had boyfriends.  They couldn’t even fathom the thought that I could be bi and told me I was just trying to hurt them and it was just a phase.  I couldn’t believe it.  Bobbi and I went and stayed in our car that night.  Bobbi couldn’t stay in a women's shelter, but she made me stay in one for a couple of nights.  Then found a friend we could couch surf with until college started.”

Steve had listened carefully through the whole story, and he’d taken her hand and held it as she spoke.  “I’m so sorry, honey.  For both of you.  That must have been such a letdown for you.”

She nodded and took a breath.  “So if I bring you home to meet them, it’s going to be a thing.  They’ll think they were right about it being a phase or just me trying to hurt them.”

“So you want to be sure that I’m here for the long run,” he finished for her.  “Well, I can tell you, I think about my future and you’re a part of that.  I do want to get married one day.  I don’t know what you think about that.”

“I think that - if I was in love with someone and they didn’t want to get married, that wouldn’t be a deal breaker, but I would love to get married,” she said.  “And if I think about us in the future, we’re married.”

He smiled and lifted her hand and kissed it.  “Me too.”

They took a moment, just looking at each other.  His gaze was so full of love that it was almost overwhelming.  She leaned over the table and stole a kiss.  His hand went to her cheek, holding her there for a moment longer than she’d intended and when she sat back she smiled at him.

“Where would we live?” she asked.

“I keep picturing us in Brooklyn,” he said. “Is that weird?”

“Well, it’s where you think of as home,” she said.  “So no.  That’s a bit of a move from here though.”

“It is.  Would you do it?” he asked.

“I think so.  If we found somewhere we both liked that we could afford,” she said.  “It’d be a bit of traveling for work, but I think we could handle that.”

“It’d be a nice place to raise kids.  We’d be more likely to be able to afford a place with a yard,” he said.

Melody had her fork halfway to her mouth and her face broke into a huge smile.  “You’ve thought about us having kids?”

He nodded.  “Yeah. I’ve thought about it.  I get scared sometimes.  I feel like the work I do - it doesn’t exactly lend itself to a family life.  But I must want it because I think about it so much.”

“I feel like I could be happy without them,” she said.  “But I do want to be a mom.”

“Yeah,” he said.  “I think that might be a good way to describe how I feel.”

Melody finished up her pancake and took a sip of her coffee.  “Do you want to go to Oregon with me for Thanksgiving and meet my parents?”

“I’d love to,” Steve said.

The waitress came over and topped up their coffees again and when Steve finished his soup and sandwich she brought his pie.  Steve shared it with her and they ate together talking about much less serious topics.  The stress she had felt had melted away and while she knew it would come back later when it fully hit her about the logistics of taking Steve Rogers home to meet her parents, for now, she was just happy to feel so safe where she was with Steve.

Her stress returned much sooner than she’d expected, because when they stepped outside the diner they were immediately surrounded by a wall of press, filming, taking photos, and calling out to them.

It was the first time they’d ever been swarmed by the press.  Up until now, there were just vague rumors they were dating and no one seemed to care.  Melody had spent enough time around celebrities to be used to this level of intense press scrutiny, but this was the first time she’d ever been blindsided by it.  She recognized many of the faces in the crowd, including a couple of the celebrity gossip reporters from the Daily Bugle.  The invasion of privacy from her own workplace made her blood boil.

“Shit,” Steve cursed.  “We were having such a good run.”

He shielded her body, putting his arm around her shoulders and using his bulk to hide her from the cameras, and began to muscle his way through the crowd.  “I’m sorry, honey.  I figured they’d get us one day.  I wonder if it was the waitress who told them.  Maybe she heard us talking about getting married and having kids?”

“Maybe…” Melody said, but she wasn’t so sure.  It was possible of course.  She had been excited that she was serving Steve and it could be that she’d spread the word out of excitement.  Somehow Melody doubted it.  This, she felt, might be her fault.

// NEXT

#marvel #avengers #steve rogers #captain america #steve rogers fanfic #captain america fanfic #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers x ofc #ofc #original character fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #the interview #avengerscompound

[thumpersdae]

I Am once again asking for season 3 Dndads to be about adults <PLEASE>

specifically my adults here that i have already made!

WELCOME, Folks!!! to my Cyber Punk Nursing home Dndads Pitch!!!

DNDADS PRIDE

(pride is a brand of a motorized wheel chair)

[straps activate on you chair you are stuck here you must read!]

So the idea is that Grandkid's (Scary, Link, Normal, Taylor) Grandkids (shown above) are the playable characters, but there are all seniors who have been placed in a Long Term Care Facility (a better name for "nursing homes" btw). But the world has progressed enough that things are cyberpunk!

maybe all of the PCs loved one's all stop showing up on the same visit day. The PCs combine their efforts to try to find out why, and then they run into a big mystery or conspiracy through that.

themes that could be in season 3 just because we set it in a care facility and have senior Characters.

Normalizing a variety of disabilities and dreaming of how accessibility devices can advance

humanizing people over 50, [Please please please, we've done it to the middle aged, we sexualized the heck outta those dads. ive seen what people have done with Omega Daddies in certain circles (my circles) we have the Power to let retired people be more than a punchline. i want something to look forward to in my older years! let them be silly complex sexual full people PLEASE!!!]

community building!!! alot of care facilities in my area Have social and communal activities they do because their residents get together and demand/them. groups -just like the one ive drawn- get together, out of boredom and loneliness (often people who have better mobility and memory) and then make it their job to work with staff and people who have a harder time advocating for them selves. to make sure social needs and wants are being fulfilled. and now that we have (what i perceive to be) a younger audience. it would be great to show them how that sort of work is done and how it can make a big change to quality of life. [the 3rd character (who i designed for Will) seemed like the type to start one of these groups. just look at her with that big purse and cool jacket. thats a move maker folks!]

the way that older/disabled people are often overlooked, and therefore people often forget to keep secrets away from them. [the second character (i designed for Matt) i wanted him to look as unassuming as possible, for this exact reason]

Interesting Villains and Problems that aren't often shown because people font write about older folks.

an exploration on how technology can help people (and how corporations will make people have to pay for medically necessary things)

the way nurses and care staff can be very helpful and empathetic. and how others are assholes who are at best just here for a paycheck, and at worse actively hurting people for amusement.

Elderly abuse, not just actively hitting people. there are countless examples of people taking advantage of people who are disenfranchised (like an older people or people with disabilities). often we see and talk about financial abuse. [my idea of the first character (hopefully played by Freddie), was someone who seemed oblivious to a deadbeat family member using them for money maybe because of a memory issue. (potentially there could be a twist about the PC knowing the whole time, and deciding to go along because they think its funny that their kid has to sit threw a marathon of daytime television to get 50$ a week instead of just outright asking for a lump sum)]

#dndads #my art #dndads season 3 #please please please #let them be adults at least #dndads Pride #dungeons and daddies

[karasuno-writings]

SOULMATES - SUGAWARA KOUSHI

So I'm coming back with one of my favorite tropes and one of my favorite boys! Hopefully it does not read as rusty as I feel. Also, let us ignore any inconsistencies on the actual Haikyuu plot, so let's imagine it's a parallel timeline, oops.

Whenever you sleep you get flashes of your soulmate’s day, when you wake up only a vague memory remains. Once the day you meet them comes, you see yourself in the dream, re-living the day before, remembering it vividly. 

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Stretching your feet, you roll over with your eyes closed, protecting you eyes from the stray rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. A consciousness slowly seeps in, a flash of silver, adrenaline pumping through your veins, cheering voices, friendly handshakes, and a refreshing smile wake you up. You sit down to take it all in, trying to remember any faces, places, any clues at all; but the images went as quickly as they came and all you were left with was a fulfilled feeling blossoming in your chest. You are glad your soulmate had a good day yesterday.

………………………………………………………………………

Lost in thought, you walk with fast-paced steps towards your class in the Nekoma highschool. This past week most of your dreams have been frustrating; and while you do not remember exactly the events that unfold on them, they always leave this lingering ache. 

Huffing,  you sit down on your desk, unloading the contents of your bag absentmindedly; searching for pain meds to calm the constraint buzz rattling your head. Your notebook now open on a summary from yesterday, that you do not even remember writing, as you scribble nonsense on the corner of the page.¿How does everyone else go about their day with so many complex feelings that are not even their own? 

While you had not met your soulmate yet, you had become familiar with him on a certain way. After years of getting snippets of his life you had managed to gather some information to go by: He is most definitely smart and plays some kind of sport, his smile is like none other, he seems to be well liked; and that, most days as soon as you get up, he manages to bring you an immense feeling of comfort. 

“Y/N!” 

Your eyes widen, as you were rattled out of your thoughts abruptly. “Y/N” the teacher repeated. “Can you or can you not give us the answer?” 

Fuck. You sigh, blushing, and shook your head “May you please repeat the question?” 

Tapping her finger against her desk the teacher huffed. “Pay attention, next time you are out of my class”

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It was the second day of practice for the Volleyball Interhigh Nationals and Suga had only played once, and he felt as though he fell short on the time he should have been proving himself. Granted, the main focus was on their starting lineup, and Kageyama seemed to be on his prime, however, he had hoped to at least feel more helpful than…this. 

After splashing his face with water, he rubbed his eyes and rested his head against the wall, a second was all he needed. He had spent most of the night studying the teams on Tokyo, in order to strategize and pick his pace up; thus, his eyes feet heavier than usual. A deep breath…and back to the game, after all, while he was not on the court his roomates still counted on him. 

Jogging towards the bench he waved his arms and smiled; “Let’s do this! We have a long day ahead of us”

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“Come on Y/N! Come with us! I’m sure it will help you loosen up!” Lev exclaimed, running up to you with a slight spring in his step. You rolled your eyes with a slight smile, the new guy had managed to win your friendship over. “You will love it! Maybe I’ll even get to play!”

“Fine, lets go” You shook your head as the tall boy sprung up ahead of you, already on his way to the central court. 

Once you arrived and opened up the door of the gym you noticed just how important this event was, the place was bustling with sound and everyone seemed to be busy with one thing or another, still practicing before the matches. Lev waved to you once and ran towards his teammates. Smiling, you greeted them from afar and left towards the benches in order to watch them play.

As you walked towards the benches a flash of silver, black and orange, caught your eye; and before you knew it you had been yanked from your feet, away from a speeding stray volleyball. 

“Careful Hinata! Watch your aim!” The boy next to you exclaimed. You stared at him, wide eyed, still processing what had just happened. “Are you okay?” He turned towards you, flashing you a soft smile that covered the heavy eyes that hid behind it. 

“Yes…thank you so much” You smiled, and before you could ask his name he ran back towards his team, clearly busy at the moment, yout gaze following his every move as your face flushed slightly. 

“It’s nothing!” He said swiftly and you noticed the name on the back of his jersey…Sugawara. 

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Once in the benches you had learned that the silver-haired boy was from the Karasuno Team of the Miyagi Prefecture; and while you were cheering on your friends that played on the court right in front of where you sat, your eyes more often than not strayed towards the loud team of your new acquaintance. 

Sugawara was called into the court, Kageyama was getting frustrated towards Hinata and the tall blocker from the opponent team, getting him fired up and the rest of the team stressed. Smiling, he balled up his fists, it was his moment to pick up the pace and help build up encouragement. With a single, firm pat, to Kgeyama’s back, he jogged towards the court. 

“We cannot let one player bring us all down can we!?” He high fived an ecstatic NIshinoya and shook Hinata by the shoulders. Determined, the new set beggan and his focus went entirely on exploiting his teammates best assets. 

You squint your eyes, head crooked to the side, as you watch them play, a totally different pace than the one they carried with the black-haired setter, albeit a more stable one. 

After Karasuno scored two points, the opponent team started to get the gist to how Suga played, and their streak was cut short when they noticed a second too soon, that Asahi was about to spike to the left. Suga bit his bottom lip and huffed right before standing upright “Nevermind!” He shouted towards Asahi, who nodded determinedly, knowing that the play was risky, as they had barely come up with it a week ago. Another serve, and back to the game, still, his set was cut short again, and, seeing that Kageyama had cooled off and Hinata was once more fired up, decided to call Suga out of the court. 

With a sharp breath he nodded, and gave everyone a thumbs up before sitting down on the bench. And while everyone resumed the game, you noticed his lips pursing as he looked quickly to the side, before puffing his chest and clenching his fists, cheering on his team as if nothing had happened. 

You frowned and with a sight you looked towards the Nekoma team, and as you noticed they were on time-out you stood up, wanting to get something to drink. And as you cracked the can of soda open, you paced back and forth on the hallway, wondering why you were so affected by that boy's behavior. 

“Why can’t I seem to get it right…we have practiced so much…unbelievable” Right as you were about to leave you heard someone right around the corner, muttering to themselves. You stopped on your tracks, watching Sugawara stomping to the corner of the hallway, scrunching up a bottle of water and slamming it towards the trashcan that stood there. 

Suga shut up as soon as he noticed you standing there, eyes opening wide before standing upright and smiling weakly. “Sorry you had to see that” 

You raised an eyebrow up, looling your head to the side; “You know you don’t always have to smile right? It’s fine to be frustrated… however, that poor bottle of water was probably not gulty of anything” You laughed, shooting him an apologetic smile. 

He laughed slightly, a cute dimple appearing on his cheek “Do not get me started on the crimes that water had committed before I stopped it”. You giggled a bit and walked closer to where he stood. 

“You seem bothered; let me help! After all, I owe you one after you saved me from getting decapitated by that little redhead” You smiled softly at him “Im Y/N, nice to meet you” 

“Hmmm I don’t know if you can help me out…” He sighed, resting his back against the wall before sliding down and sitting on the floor. “It’s just that I cannot seem to get anything right these days…and it is my chance to prove my worth” 

“Well, I can see your team believes in you” You exclaimed, sitting next to him. “They really seem to have raised spirits after your contribution, you know?…but it is just what I saw right now. Don’t be so hard on yourself, everyone has those days. And while you are allowed to feel bad about it, don’t just give up!” 

He closed his eyes and nodded, relaxing his shoulders before looking back at you; “Im usually the one with the pick-me-up speeches, nice to receive one for a change” His smile was now genuine, soft; “I’m Sugawara, by the way” He stared at you for a few seconds, his gaze lingering on you. Now that his mind was not bustling, he wondered how he didn’t notice before how beautiful you truly were. Shaking his head he clapped his hands together, you were right and he was not about to give up, he still had a week to practice, and wether or not he was in the court, the thought of having the chance to practice, play and watch his team was enough to raise his spirits up. 

“See you around then?” He stood up quicky and offered his hand to lift you up, which you gladly accepted. 

“See you around!” You smiled, and as soon as he got his answer he ran back towards the court. 

That night both of you went to bed with a warm feeling on your chest, wonder why that was.

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Sweating, you sat upright, eyes open wide as you looked around your dimly-lit room. You pinched yourself in order to make sure that you were not dreaming anymore, flinching.

Your mouth opened ajar before smiling wide as you remembered every detail of your dream, how he helped you, your introduction, and how you helped him in return. His stunning smile, the cute dimple on his cheek, everything matched perfectly, and you could not wait to see him again on the court. 

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“You are not listening to me are you?” Lev exclaimed, annoyed, as the two of you walked inside the gym towards the courts, looking around frantically in the hopes of seeing Suga there. 

“Didn’t you hear me out Lev!? I met my soulmate here, I need to talk to him!” You hit your friend’s arm as he frowned, crossing his arms.

“Yeah! But now you are not telling me anything about him! Am I just supposed to be left with the doubt?” He whined 

“I’ll tell you when I see him!” Shushing him you leaned over to see the room better, and he rolled his eyes, defeated. 

The door of the room opened behind you, and before you could turn to look at whoever had some in you heard a familiar, soothing voice

“Y/N?” Suga smiled, skipping towards you with a smug smile, leaving his teammates wondering where he had learned your name. Right before he could reach you, you held him by the shoulders, squinting your eyes at him and shaking your head in disapproval, but with a slight chuckle that seemed to give away your true feelings. 

“So it is you that has been giving me headaches these past days! At least now I know why you have been feeling like that!” You exclaimed

Sugawara laughed, flushing. “Yeah…I’m sorry about that” 

Shooting him a smile you let go of his arms “Don’t be sorry…I’m just glad to finally meet you” 

“How about we go for a coffee when you’re free? That way you can help me out” He winked playfully at you, handing you a piece of paper before walking towards his team, leaving you and a wide-eyed Lev behind. 

“So you were not lying!?” Lev took the little paper from your hands, looking in awe at the phone number written in neat handwriting. 

“Why would I! Now, give that back before you lose it!” You snatch it from his hands, eyes still lingering on Sugawara who, noticing your stare, flushed and waved at you once more. 

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara kōshi #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara x yn #haikyuu headcanons

[abitohoney]

~ Sugar Baby Sevika ~

So after receiving an ask for Sugar Mommy Sevika (you can check out the post here), I decided I wanted to do the reverse as well. Honestly, this was probably just an excuse for me to dabble some more in bottom/sub Sevika before I someday get to the Sub!Sevika story I have planned. Total role reversal from what I usually write. Hopefully I pulled it off. 😬

(I couldn't resist using this screenshot for reasons you will soon learn 🤭) disregard how her drool is defying gravity because I rotated the screenshot

NSFW, MDNI, Explicit

Maybe you’re in an unloving marriage, or maybe your spouse simply can’t fulfill your specific needs, so you’re left to look for another source to scratch that itch. Or maybe it’s simply that you have nobody waiting for you at home at all, and crave some intimacy or a means to release some stress built up from your mentally taxing job.

What you’re looking for, you can’t find through the typical channels. You’re not looking for some cute, little, young thing. You want someone with more experience, confidence, and strength. But not for reasons one might think. You have something else in mind entirely.

I could see you meeting Sevika at the gym you frequent after a long day at work. You don't ask her outright to form such an arrangement. You approach her several times over the course of several days, conversing about the equipment, her workout routine, your jobs, and even sneaking in some more personal questions to feel out if she’s even available and interested in you. But you also don't pussyfoot around with much small talk. You get to the point quickly.

One late night, when you two are the only remaining patrons at the gym, you follow Sevika into the locker room. She has a white towel wrapped loosely around the sweaty, dark skin of her neck and broad shoulders. The sight makes your body heat with excitement. Tonight is the night you're going to make the proposition. You step up beside her, your locker coincidentally adjacent to hers.

Sevika side-eyes you, a tiny smirk playing at her dark lips when she catches you far less discreetly ogling her sweat-covered muscles when she reaches to open her locker.

You've seen her enough times, even spoken with her enough, to know she's got an ego. And you know exactly how to stroke it.

"You've got quite the routine out there," you say with just a hint of a flirty tone. You open your own locker, but your attention remains on Sevika's expression, watching for any signs of emotion on her typically stoic face. When she simply peers at you from her periphery while taking a long drink from her water bottle, you take that as permission to continue.

"I really admire a woman with such determination and discipline. It's hard to find a woman with strength like yours."

Now that seems to get her attention, as she tosses her towel and a change of clothes on the bench behind her and turns her full attention to you, that delightful smirk of hers on the verge of appearing in full.

"Yeah?" She asks, her rich voice dripping with confidence as she leans her elbow against the locker door, intentionally flexing that glorious bicep of hers right in front of your face.

You turn to face her with a sultry smile before letting your gaze fall to her obvious display. "Mhm."

She raises a brow ever so slightly, clearly intrigued as to where this conversation is headed.

"Listen, this might be a bit too forward, but I'm looking for someone who can provide me with some specific-" you pause, glancing off into the distance as if searching for the word, "-services. And you look like the perfect fit. I would, of course, pay you-" you pause again, this time to drag the tip of your index finger over her bicep suggestively, "-handsomely." Your eyes trail back up to her face, noting how she arches that brow even higher at your audacity. But that crooked little grin plays at her lips too, so you finish your question. "Interested?"

She's definitely interested, but she thinks this will be her railing you, not the other way around. But you didn’t pick her for that. You wanted someone who wasn't used to being the center of attention or giving up control. You wanted someone challenging. Someone you’d have to work with to break the status quo. Someone who needed, and probably even subconsciously wanted, to know what it's like to be on the receiving end of pleasure.

Sevika is hesitant at first, that first night you explain exactly what you want to do with her, or rather to her. But she's also undeniably intrigued, and your offered generous payment (money, gifts, travel, whatever she wanted really) helps seal the deal.

She may not like to admit it, may even refuse to, but she quickly finds that she actually loves allowing you to take charge. She enjoys letting go for once, being the one to submit, to receive that direct pleasure, attention, and praise. And the spoiling with money, gifts, and material things? That's just the icing on the cake. Icing and cake she never thought she'd try yet now finds she craves it.

You’re loving it just as much as you expected. She makes you feel alive. The control you have over this fierce woman. The way that hard, tough facade of hers crumbles the moment you get her alone. It feels so good to make her feel good.

You always give her a safe word when you venture into more wild territory, but she never uses it. She revels in all the terribly sinful things you do to her.

You kneel in the middle of Sevika’s bed, taking a brief moment to catch your breath and admire the sight before you. Sevika’s wrists are tightly bound together by her own bra- a soft, pink, lacy thing you bought her when you went shopping during your last business trip. Her hands rest against the pillow just above where her face is pressed into it in an attempt to hide her blissful expression and muffle her sounds of pleasure. And despite how wide you’ve got those deliciously thick thighs of her spread, her perfectly sculpted ass still sits high in the air, and it's currently weakly pushing back against your thighs in an attempt to ride the light-pink strap you have buried inside her.

You think she looks so pretty like this. Exposed, naked, vulnerable, and so very needy. Just for you. But you want to see her expression, hear all those pretty sounds she makes when you fuck her like this. You want to know exactly how good she feels.

When you start slowly thrusting inside her again, you grab her by the little half-ponytail at the back of her head and yank- hard, pulling her upright and making her back arch. And good god, it’s fucking divine. The curve of her muscular back is breathtakingly beautiful.

Her throaty cry of pain mixed with pleasure is cut short when you stuff two fingers so deep down her throat that she gags with each violent thrust of your hips. Drool quickly slides down your hand and arm before dripping onto the sheets.

“Uh-uh,” you tut, “No hiding, baby.” You pull her head impossibly closer to yours, making her jaw fall slack and those beautiful gray eyes roll back. “I want to see that pretty face,” you coo against her ear.

That earns you a pathetic, almost whiney, groan. She fucking loves when you talk to her like that.

“Mommy wants to hear those lovely sounds too,” you purr before sliding your wet fingers from her mouth to wrap around her thick throat. “Do you like when Mommy fucks you like this?”

When she doesn’t immediately answer, only releases a deep, guttural moan, you shove her head back down against the mattress and bring your hand down hard against the curve of her ass.

“Fuck!” Her throaty curse is almost loud enough to drown out the resounding SMACK of your skin against hers.

“Do you want Mommy to stop?” you threaten, pulling the strap out of her weeping cunt until just the very tip remains.

“No! No please!” she whines in that low, throaty tone that makes you downright melt. Like she's so afraid to admit it, but so desperate to get it. “Please Mommy, I’ll be good.”

You bury the faux cock to the hilt, shaking the bed hard enough to rattle the headboard against the wall. Sevika’s curse turns into a long, quiet groan as you bend over her large body and wrap an arm around her to cup a breast.

“Then answer me,” you growl and give her a rough squeeze.

“Yes- I- I like when you fuck me like this,” she groans and closes her eyes shut tight.

“That’s my good girl,” you whisper before pressing a tender kiss to the back of her shoulder.

Each night you have her, you make sure she’s one hundred percent satisfied. You might be paying her for this, but her pleasure is your pleasure.

But what brings you the most satisfaction out of this entire arrangement, is how she looks afterwards.

You love how beautiful she looks with her lipstick smudged, makeup running down her face from her tears of euphoria, hair loose and sticking to her sweaty skin. That glowing appearance she gets after a good fuck. And the cherry on top? That almost bashful smile on her gorgeously chiseled face when she sees you so openly admiring her.

And you don't hold back on the aftercare either. Cleaning her up, giving her water, touching her gently, and whispering sweet-nothings against her skin.

You lie on your back with your head propped up on Sevika’s pillows, basking in the afterglow of another wonderful night of pure bliss. Sevika’s head rests on your bare chest, one cheek pressed to your cleavage as she listens to your heartbeat, her still-naked body partially sprawled across yours. Your breath has calmed down since cleaning her up, but her breaths still come out shaky and ragged. You fucked her real good tonight. You comb your fingers through her sweat-slick hair soothingly, feeling proud to be the one to give this big, beautiful woman something nobody else can.

“You really are beautiful, baby,” you say softly.

She has her face turned away from you, intentionally trying to hide her expression, but you see the way her exposed cheek flushes at your words. She adores the praise.

“You were so good for me,” you whisper, tracing a fingertip along the outer edge of her ear.

And after she passes out against your body, you reluctantly slip off the bed, but not without first giving her forehead a tender kiss when you hear her groan at the loss of your warmth. You leave a generous amount of money on her bedside table along with a wrapped bottle of her favorite wine and box of cigars before finally heading home, wishing you could just stay all night with her or bring her home with you.

You grow attached quickly. It's hard not to when such a strong, beautiful woman gives you access to her body and mind. Of course the heart is sure to get tangled in it at some point. Not that you mind. You’d happily make this a more permanent arrangement if Sevika would have it.

And she would. She too can't deny there's more to this than the money and material things. Nobody has ever fucked her like you do. Taken such good care of her. Made her feel the way you do. Made her feel- So. Damn. Good. All that attention, praise, and the tenderness you show her. She'd gladly let you have your way with her free of charge if you asked.

But you don't ever even consider asking. You enjoy spoiling your darling sugar baby way too much.

#arcane #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #arcane sevika x reader #honey writes

[dingusfreakhxrrington]

Taming The Dragon Pt. 2

pairing: aemond targaryen x fem!reader

summary: as the wedding draws near you start to wonder if aemond will ever truly open up to you

warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, fluff if you squint, troubled aemond, mentions of trauma, mentions of death, mentions of murder, mentions of war, arranged marriage, cold and distant aemond, aemond is secretly soft for reader, canon divergent, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sexual activity

word count: 4.5k

part 1 | part 3 (coming soon)

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a/n: i was expecting to finish this fic after two parts but it got a little longer than intended so there will be a third and final part, hopefully coming soon 🤍

extra note: not proof-read so please lmk if you spot any mistakes or anything that doesn't make sense 🤍

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Once again a few days passed before you next saw him. He was busy apparently, although you had heard whispers among the servants that he had gone missing one night only to come back reeking of cheap ale. There were even rumours of him visiting a whore house in the deepest depths of depravity, not that you paid them much mind.

There was little the rumours could do to offend you, you did not know him very well after all. As his future wife your blood should have boiled at the mention of his late-night endeavours but in truth, you felt as though it was no business of yours who the prince chose to spend his nights with.

Despite the sayings around the palace that the young prince may have begun to lose his way, he still fulfilled his duties in courting you. Although you were almost certain he wouldn’t have so much as glanced your way had his mother not pushed him to do so. Still, you were grateful for his time.

Whether he wanted to be there or not he showed no sign of displeasure, nor disinterest despite his often wandering mind. When he did speak, his words were few and far between but he always made sure to pay attention to whatever you had to say.

You had done much talking about simple things such as the weather or the shape of the clouds in the sky. He, however, mostly sat in silence listening to you. Not that you minded. It was easier this way.

The rumours about him continued as the days passed but their focus had changed. It seemed he still left the keep most nights but no longer came back quite so drenched in ale. Rather, he seemed to have found solace in his outings, wherever it was they took him.

Before long you found that his visits to you were growing ever so slightly more frequent. It was a peculiar thing particularly because you mostly sat in silence together after a quiet greeting. Although it had started to feel less forced and more so as if he had chosen to be there rather than being pressed by his mother to accompany you.

Maybe he was just trying to get himself used to you. He was to spend the rest of his life with you, after all. He had started to learn your favourite places within the keep without even asking you. In the mornings he had found you liked to go for a walk in the gardens. Most afternoons he spotted you mindlessly wandering your new home before you would return to your room. He even knew that he could often find you in the library during the evening, usually with your head stuck in one of the many books there.

In truth, he had found himself at peace when he was with you. Unlike almost everyone else around him, you were the only one he did not feel judged by. They all whispered. They always had. Whether about the eye he lost as a boy or the child he had slain in cold blood, all anyone could do was whisper. Not you, though. You just smiled at him and allowed him to sit quietly by your side as you went about whatever you were doing.

“What are you reading?” he asked.

He had been standing there for a while, shoulder leant up against the old wall next to the fireplace. Not once had he said a word as he watched you read, not wishing to disturb you.

You glanced up, noticing the sharp details of his face as the light from the fire flickered against him. He looked handsome under its glow yet there was still an aura of mystery surrounding him. “Nothing that would draw your interest, I am sure.”

Lowly, he chuckled and pushed himself up away from the wall so he was once again standing straight. He walked closer and held out his hand expectantly as he waited for you to hand it over.

With a sigh, you passed it over to him and watched as he turned it over to examine the cover all the while holding it open on the page you had been reading so you would not lose your place.

You watched anxiously as a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips and his eye flickered up from the page back to you.

“Ah, the art of war. What makes a lady like yourself want to read such a thing?”

It was the first time you had heard a tone of amusement in his voice.

“A war is coming, is it not? I wish to be prepared for what is to come so that I may properly support you and our family, to stand by your side through the thick of the storm. It will be my duty as your wife to do so, after all.”

He chuckled again, so warmly in fact that for a moment you were unsure if the warmth of the fire had finally thawed the icy cage around his heart.

“You are full of surprises, lady stark.”

You gladly took the book back when he held it out for you, thankful that his thumb was still placed firmly between the pages you were reading, and pressed your finger to the beginning of the next paragraph before looking up at him again.

“As are you, my prince.”

His smirk faltered at that, falling into something softer as he retook his place against the mantel watching once more as you continued to read.

He lingered longer that evening, standing in silence as he always did before later taking his leave. When he was gone you couldn’t help but feel that a newfound emptiness had settled into the room in his absence.

Time seemed to move differently after that. When he was by your side everything seemed to slow down and it was as if the two of you were in your own separate bubble, free from the outside world.

He came and went much as he had done so before and although you had little meaningful conversation, you found him speaking more often than he once had. Not only had he begun to engage more in conversation but you had noticed his expression changed toward you.

His sharp, cold features seemed almost gentle as he looked at you, his one good eye fixated on the way the sun reflected off the apples of your cheeks when you smiled. He was captivated. Completely and utterly enthralled. Most of all, however, he found himself lost in you, his one last tether to sanity.

There was a great disturbance within him, one he tried his best to hide around you. No matter how much he wished he could have concealed it there was no hiding the truth from you. Not to mention, you were not deaf to the rumours that he had been different since that night on Storm’s End.

You, however, were new in his life. There were no prior expectations. He had a clean slate with you and you were yet to be tainted by his darkness. Still, he was worried you would eventually see him for the monster he truly was.

“What is it?” you asked, finally working up the courage to give him an opportunity to open up to you.

He hummed in question as he allowed the gentle sound of your voice to guide him back to the present.

“Something is on your mind. Something is always on your mind. What is it?”

For a moment you were worried you had overstepped as he stood quietly, quieter than before, and leaned closer to the flickering flames. His brows had drawn tensely together, his fingers curling almost into a fist as he leaned against the mantle as he always did.

Just as you were about to speak — to tell him not to answer — his voice met your ears, “What do you think of me, Lady Stark? What do you see when you look at me? A prince? A dragon, perhaps? Do you see the monster that hides inside? By now you have heard what I have done have you not? You know I murdered my nephew in cold blood.”

His voice was thick and heavy, full of nothing but an endless void. Not once had his eye moved from its place on the fire, nor had his fingers uncurled. He stood still, almost scarily so as he waited for your reply.

You placed the book you had been reading down on the table beside you and stood, though you did not dare take a step closer.

“Pardon me if I speak too plainly, but I do not think you a bad man, even if you yourself do not believe it.”

Still, he did not move but you did not miss the way he tensed the muscles in his hand at your words.

With a deep breath, you continued. “You put up a cold front. Acting as though you do not care that you lit the blaze of war by getting revenge on the boy who wronged you but in truth, I think it haunts you. You wanted the boy to pay for what he had taken from you but you did not wish death upon him. I think you are plagued with guilt over what transpired that night. Most of all, however, I think you are afraid you will lose control of your dragon again.”

By the time you had finished, you stood only a few paces from him and, when he abruptly moved closer to you, you braced yourself for the strike that never came.

He stood before you with his hand still raised as if he were frozen in time. Only when you opened your eyes did he move again, placing a gentle hand on your cheek in stark contrast to the stinging pain you had initially expected.

Aemond too seemed surprised by himself. Only seconds ago he had intended to strike you for what you had said but the moment he saw you with your eyes squeezed shut and face already turned in preparation for what was to come, he realised you were right. He had never told anyone other than his mother that he lost control of Vhagar and yet somehow you knew.

You knew it had not been his intention to kill Lucerys and you knew by intuition alone. You truly believed he was not the evil he thought himself to be.

His lips were warm and soft when they came to yours as if pulled by a secret magnetic force. They were not quite how you had imagined them to be. He seemed hesitant for a moment but when you felt him move to pull away you found yourself unconsciously chasing after him, pulling him back to you as you cupped either side of his face.

His thumb ran soothingly across your skin as he carded his fingers through your hair, allowing your arms to slither up around his neck as he kissed you again.

“How did you know?” he asked when you parted for air, “that I lost control of Vhagar?”

You smiled and reached up, brushing a strand of long silver hair from his face. “Because you’re not a murderer.”

His eye strayed from yours then as his face turned ever so slightly away. “Part of me wanted to kill him. Part of me wanted him dead.”

Your fingers gently touched his skin, turning him back to look at you as you smoothed your hand against his cheek. “And yet, what happened that night plagues your every waking moment.”

His one good eye bore into your own, pupil widening as he allowed your words to sink in. For the first time in weeks, he came to realise that he wasn’t quite the monster he believed himself to be.

“With conflict comes death, it is simply the way of the world. You cannot change what happened that night, Aemond. You must move on.”

From that moment on, he was with you every second he could spare. He initiated conversation with you more and spoke more freely of himself and his past, allowing himself to slowly open up to you as each day passed by.

He liked to read too, you were surprised to find out. Although he still preferred to spend his time chasing more practical pursuits like ensuing his form was always in top shape when he duelled or trying his best to help with the current situation as a newly appointed member of the great council.

You watched him train sometimes, surprised to find he was actually quite the elegant swordsman, even if he wasn’t afraid to play dirty sometimes. It was during one of his training sessions that you met his sister, Helaena. She was a lot more likeable than you were expecting from the sister-wife of the king, although she was a little odd. Still, that only added to her unique charm and made her all the more interesting to talk to.

It was also the first time you had seen Aegon, whom Helaena came to watch despite not seeming all that interested in their sparring. He seemed younger than you had pictured, shorter too. Not to mention he had an air of arrogance around him that seemed more befitting a young child than the king of the Seven Kingdoms.

As they trained, you couldn’t help but notice the stark difference between the brothers and were suddenly all the more grateful that you were marrying the prince rather than the king.

When it came time for them to spar against one another, you saw the sparkle in Aemond’s eye. He liked fighting his brother then, you supposed. Although he was up against the king, he did not hold back and blocked every onslaught as though it were nothing. This, of course, upset Aegon quite a lot as he clearly felt that he, as the eldest son and king of the realm, should have easily been able to defeat his younger brother.

Aemond, although more composed than his brother, taunted the king who had been showing off prior to his duel with his brother, and even glanced up at you with a smirk before he bought the duel to a swift end.

Of course, Aegon stormed off and called another of his usual sparring partners out to fight him, taking his anger out on the poor soldier.

It wasn’t that Aegon was a poor swordsman, in fact, he was actually rather good, but Aemond was better and less prone to letting his emotions dictate his movements.

“He was unkind to you when you were growing up, wasn’t he?” when Aemond only raised an eyebrow at your sudden question, you clarified, “Your brother. The way you fought him… The two of you do not get along.”

With a dry scoff, he nodded and confirmed your assumptions.

“No, we do not. Aegon is,” he paused and took a breath, “Exhausting.”

Now it was you who was raising a brow as you sat beside him, thankful for the warmth of the nearby fire.

“He does not deserve to be king,” he explained, “He’s never wanted it, not once. Do you know how many times he has run away? Gone missing for days on end? Do you know how many bastards he’s-“ He glanced at you, aware now that he was stepping just a little too far.

You were not his wife, not yet, so it was improper of him to burden you with such talk.

He massaged the tensed muscles in his brow with a lengthy exhale. “The throne was handed to him on a great, golden platter. He has not worked for it, not once. My brother is not fit to rule but, as much as I may despise him, he is my brother and my king. As long as he seats the Iron Throne he will have my support. Not for his sake, but for my mother’s.”

You smiled understandingly and lifted your book, flicking it open to the page you were on. Aemond visibly relaxed at the action, enjoying the peace he found in sitting with you while you read and too picked up a novel you had recently recommended to him.

With war fast approaching and the Blacks finally beginning to make their moves, the queen mother made your wedding to Aemond a top priority in order to secure the support of the North.

Guests had been arriving for a number of days now, although you were yet to find your brother among them. There had been word that Jacaerys Velaryon himself had travelled to Winterfell on dragonback to earn the support of Cregan, who had already made his allegiances to the crown. However, those allegiances were void until your marriage to Aemond.

You could only pray Cregan would arrive lest he make an enemy of the very family you were marrying into. It was he who pushed you into this, after all. For the pride in a Stark owning their own dragon. The deal was as good as done, all that was left were the vows you had already prepared.

“Relax, she will not harm you.”

The day before your wedding, Aemond decided it was high time for you to meet Vhagar in person and, of course, you were a little more than nervous.

“I am not afraid,” you reminded almost sternly, although you could not hide the slight tremor in your voice. “I just- I haven’t seen a dragon so close before.”

He smirked and reached out for your hand, fingers gently tugging against your own as he led you deeper into the Dragonpit.

If it were not for the subtle glow of candlelight, it would have been pitch black down there you were sure. The pit was closed tight, every door shutting behind you as you traversed further inside. Although, you had a feeling this was not to keep the dragons safe inside. Only those trustworthy were allowed inside other than the riders themselves.

Other than the occasional dragonkeeper, you passed almost no one as Aemond led you through the darkness.

You could hear them as you quietly walked along. Dragons. You could hear them moving, sounding as though they were almost docile by nature although you knew this not to be true.

As your heart drummed against your chest, you wished you could have had Frost by your side but the snow-white dire wolf had been left behind with your servants for a nice warm bath. He had started to warm up to the now familiar servants who came to care for him from time to time, especially Reila who had taken a quick liking to the obedient creature.

Dire wolves were kinder than dragons, you supposed. Easier to tame.

One last corner and the two of you came to a stop. Aemond still stood in front of you, as if protecting you from the shadows inside. You peered past him as he pulled on your hand slightly, moving you so that you were standing with your face to his back.

It was a low grumble of sorts, the sound that ricocheted off the walls of the dark cave. A sound akin to death itself. Then, came the slight rumble of movement in the inky blackness before you and a large, scaly face emerged, lit dimly under the candlelight.

Instinctively, Aemond outstretched an arm and placed his hand gently against the humongous creature’s maw. His voice was calm as he took one step closer to the creature, letting go of your hand.

“I have someone for you to meet.”

As if in response, the dragon huffed and pushed slightly against his hand before turning its head towards you.

Your breath caught in your throat when you realised just how large she was — the largest dragon in all of Westeros — and you found your eyes almost immediately flickering over to Aemond in hopes he would tell you what to do.

Rather than speak, he simply jutted his chin forward, encouraging you to move closer to the great beast.

She will not harm you. His previous words rang out in your head and, choosing to trust the man you were to wed in less than a full day, you cautiously took a step closer to the dragon.

When she did not move and simply looked down at you curiously, you took another step and, like Aemond, reached out an arm to pet her. You did not close your eyes for you felt the dragon deserved to be greeted with respect rather than fear. She, however, did close hers while she huffed once again as though out of approval when your hand pressed softly against her.

It was only then that a true smile graced your lips and, rather than turn back to Aemond, you moved closer to the large dragon still, no longer wanting her at arm's length.

You felt her thick, scaly skin under your fingers as you moved your hand up and down, the gesture seemingly pleasing the creature.

“I knew she’d like you.” Aemond smiled fondly as he moved back to your side, reaching out to place his hand on top of yours, stilling your movements against the dragon.

Vhagar nudged forwards against the two of you one last time as he pulled you away, hand still over your own as your back hit his chest.

As the dragon retreated back into the shadows, returning to her slumber, he rested his chin on your shoulder and took in a deep, soothing breath. He had liked things the way they were and, although he was more than looking forward to your marriage, a part of him was worried things would not change for the better.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

With a questioning hum, he moved away from you again and you turned to him.

“Are you sure you want to marry me?” he asked, eye fixed on yours. You frowned and opened your mouth to speak but before you could he continued, “As my wife, you will only be put in danger. War is coming and I… I will not always be able to protect you.”

“I do not need you to protect me and it does not matter who I marry. Either way, I will be pulled into the fight. I would much rather be on the side of those I love.”

His eye widened at that. It was a word he had not heard often, other than from his mother, and a feeling he was not sure he could truly feel. Not until he met you.

He did not move even an inch when you advanced and kissed him under the shadowed light of the Dragonpit. Vhagar did not stir, leaving the two of you to your moment in her home as he cupped either side of your face, smiling against you.

You spent a little longer in the Dragonpit, enjoying the feeling that you were alone in the world, until it came time for dinner.

The queen mother, or Alicent as you had come to know her by in your time together, was insistent that you eat with her on your last night as Lady Stark. Aemond, however, would be joining his brother for an outing you could only imagine would include a lot of drinking and girls. Not that you minded so much as you knew his heart was already yours.

It was a slightly jarring thought that you were going to be a member of the great house of Targaryen come the morrow, not to mention soon to be gifted your own dragon. Although you were unsure what unclaimed dragon you would have the chance of taming.

You had read up on them, eager to know the ins and outs of every single unclaimed dragon to ensure you would be prepared come the time to claim one. Alicent had said you would have your pick of them, after all, so you wanted to get to know them some before the time came to make your choice.

There was Vermithor, an old dragon who had been riderless since the death of King Jaehaerys I. He would have made for a bold choice, perhaps one too ambitious for even you. Not that it mattered much though as you later read that the dragon resided in his lair on Dragonstone which was, of course, home to the opposing side.

Then there was Cannibal, a dragon known for eating its own kind and never once taking a rider, and Sheepstealer, both of whom you ruled out pretty quickly as they also resided on Dragonstone and were therefore, as good as impossible to obtain.

One dragon which had caught your eye was Grey Ghost, who was named as such because he was evasive by nature and rarely seen. A swift flyer who could get you out of many a sticky situation if needed. The only issue would have been finding him; until you found that he too resided on Dragonstone.

You had sighed then, finding that other than those were Silverwing and Seasmoke, both also residing out of your reach on Dragonstone and Driftmark.

Still, some part of you half-believed that the promise of a dragon had always been a lie. Although Alicent seemed a woman of her word, with all the unclaimed dragons on enemy territory and the fact that you yourself had no Targaryen blood, it seemed unlikely they had ever truly intended to grant you your own fire-breathing beast.

Still, it was not like they would tell you that before the wedding unless they wanted you to tell your brother only for him to call it off and take you back to Winterfell. It was he who cared so much about dragons, after all. You, in all honesty, did not care so much for them. Well, they were beautiful creatures and you admired them a great deal, especially after your meeting with Vhagar, but you would not have minded so much if you were not to have one of your own.

You had frost, after all, and Aemond. The political engagement had become something you were now looking forward to after having found something unexpected in King’s Landing — love.

“Still no news of your brother?”

With a sign, you returned your attention to the woman who was soon to become your mother through marriage. “No, but I am sure he will be here.”

Alicent hummed in thought and rested her head atop her delicate hands. “We must hope so. You and Aemond will be married tomorrow, whether he is in attendance or not.”

You smiled, glad to hear she would not call it off over the absence of your brother, and tried to ignore the possibility that she was only going forward with it to use you as leverage against Cregan should he have changed his mind and returned to the oath your father had made.

Jacaerys Velaryon would have reminded Cregan of this oath upon his visit to Winterfell, you were certain, and it was concerning that you had not heard from him since.

Your meal with the queen mother was as pleasant as any other, particularly as you were still full of that pre-wedding daze. Even as you walked back to your room, your heart continued to pound as if it had been longing for this moment for an eternity...

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[uhgood-girl]

Do you think Jungkook of the past was someone who wanted to become Jimin’s equal in every way and then some? Perhaps a man that he imagines Jimin might lust after? A bit dangerous, with thick muscles, yet killer on the dance floor? A man every bit as dedicated to his craft as Jimin is? To find that hunger for the stage, for improvement, not wanting to settle for status quo and this album is his portfolio of dance styles, working towards the dream of becoming partners, co-choreographers with Jimin and J-hope, possibly Taehung at some point in Chapter 3? For years I have watched them behind the scenes communicating on how best to approach the MV camera angle, improvising, capturing the important details of the choreography and rehearsing while adjusting to abilities and stride and I think how valuable their combined experiences are to the industry, not solely K- pop, THE worldwide industry. Will they still tour and make music as BTS and individually? I believe they will. But is that fulfilling enough for these talented artists, composers, producers, choreographers who have been running in bare feet since the beginning? I wonder.,,

i feel the need to start my answer at the end of your question, which i really love, by the way. it's actually my first official one on this site, thank you for sending it. 💜 however, i apologize now for the can of worms you cracked open, you basically just gave mcdonalds sprite to a loquacious victorian child lol.

but back to the end - fulfillment is an interesting concept, isnt it? this idea that everything you've ever worked towards will hopefully lead to some sort of innate feeling of satisfaction eventually, a dream realized, a list of ambitions played out. is it even possible, really, truly? especially when it comes to being a creative or artist of any sort, bonus points if it's how you make your living. being a professional creative is a bit oxymoronic imo and i say that as someone who does art as their day job. getting paid to bleed your ideas really adds an extra layer of complexity around the whole process.

because i would already equate finding personal fulfillment through art like trying to cling to sand. you can grab huge handfuls of it, maybe pack it with water, even shape it to your desire; you can for sure slow the whole process down long enough to enjoy it but at some point it will slip from your grasp and you will have to reach for more. you become the sisyphus of sand castles, forever betrayed by a strong breeze or a crashing wave or the simple design flaw of your own hands not meant to cradle something so small for too long.

fulfillment through art is fleeting because a true desire to create doesn't have a finish line. (burnout and death aside) i think most artists even when they create their magnum opus (if they're lucky), step back, bask in it for a bit and then immediately feel the ever present creep of what will i do next? can i top this? and when you do it as a career, your boss and/or audience (who is a boss of sorts in itself) walks up next to you and goes yeah! what's next? how are you going to top that? so the snake eats it's own tail ad infinitum.

but i do believe bts to be genuine artists in this sense, ready to chase that fever dream their whole lives because that's the real fulfillment, if any, of it all. just to continue to do it, in any shape, fashion, or form for as long as you can stand it. and i think all people are capable of art (i hope it's clear when i say art i'm encompassing the entire medium, music obviously included) and creativity and i would encourage any and everyone to pursue it, it's definitely worth it, but the desire around it doesn't affect everyone the same. you don't run bare foot through a dark tunnel you can't see the light at the end of unless you feel you have no choice. unless you are compelled.

i think the great news here is that the light is visible now. all of their blood, sweat, and tears (manhi, manhi, manhi) is paying dividends these days plus interest but even beyond the recognition and money, they have the buoyancy of creative freedom. overall, it's something i still think they're trying on and exploring, getting used to the feel of, but i also think all of the solo projects so far have been an incredible show of confidence towards taking risks and i love that for them so much. i love that they feel safe enough at this stage to pursue whatever they want, criticism from the peanut gallery be damned. i'm so excited to see what they will do in chapter 3 after having all of this under their belts. i agree that their combined experience is utterly invaluable.

but about jikook - can you imagine having the park jimin in your life? tbh i could give a rant similar to this about all of the members, but even then, i agree with my bias in that there's just something about jimin in particular that pulls your heartstrings. he's just good in a way that is hard to come by, in a way that seems to transcend his being a celebrity even, something that brings out the worst in so many far too often. and i think wanting to be worthy of him, to try and be his equal would be near subconscious for how naturally i imagine the people in his orbit would be persuaded. and because god knows you aren't sticking around if he finds you wanting. 👀

now imagine all that pjm goodness focused on you, singled out, romantic in flavor and during the height of puberty, no less? i think we and jk are lucky that jk is jk and has never met a challenge he couldn't face head on lol

however, i will raise you one better and say that while i'm sure jimin's type has definitely influenced the jk we see today, i think jimin's type would have been whatever jk grew into. because that's one of the things i've loved most about watching them evolve over the years, how they've done it together. if jimin's overwhelming goodness and exacting nature helped pull the very best out of jungkook, i think vice versa, jk's unconditional support and willingness to both call him on his bullshit (i'm thinking of the dieting incident in particular rn) but still love him through all of his stages has allowed jimin to flourish.

i've said it before, but the natural dichotomy of their personalities and ability to fill in where the other potentially lacks is so special. our sun and moon couple for real. but even in a non-romantic light, to find someone who fits you in such a way is genuinely rare. (the fact that bts as a whole are who they are and have each other is just so *clenches fist* ugh)

i honestly can't wait to see what heights they continue to race each other to.

#jikook #kookmin #uhgood-ask #in this essay i

[piracytheorist]

So my current job contract ended, and I think I have enough money to pass until I get some news, hopefully in a little more than a month, for a new job. If I get this job it'll be a much more fulfilling one, very close to what my dream job is (if not 95% of what my dream job is), a steady schedule, it'll pay more than twice the pay I've been getting the past two years (I was working part-time, but if I get into a school the actual work time at school won't surpass about five actual hours a day or so (not including the time off school when I'll have to prepare my lessons)) and provide more connections and maybe even new friends. It'll be a huge change in my life and it'll be so weird that what will precede that will be a month of full unemployment. I wish I had money to go on a vacation, lol. But if I do get this job I'll finally have money, my god. I'll be able to do things I like. I'll be able to start therapy sessions again. Becoming financially independent was such an amazing relief, but I was still pretty frugal and couldn't afford saving up money for anything other than necessities and small treats here and there. I mean, I was okay, no complaints, but if I get twice what I've been getting? I can't even comprehend it right now. I hope things work, if nothing else, I want to finally start doing the job I studied for, the job I've been dreaming for since I was sixteen. It'll be such a big change and I can't wait for it to come.

#nette speaks #personal

[wheredafandomat]

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Loki x Divorced!Female Reader

18+ | Contains swearing, eventual smut, angst, ex husband, alcohol, probably some more please let me know if I leave anything major out x

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If there was a chance, even the slightest possibility that a woman’s vagina could literally close up from being unused, you were near certain you’d suffer that affliction. You felt like a virgin again from your lack of sex life. Times like these, practically seconds away from ovulating, you missed Bucky. He was always so adventurous in bed, trying new positions, buying little toys; sometimes sleeping with him felt sinful. There was something truly iniquitous about how Bucky would moan in your ear, praising every fibre of your being right before he came. The way he held you against him as his hips would change to a gentle rock was addicting. You truly loved Bucky and you were sure he loved you too. Now he was giving those perfect strokes to Alexis and for some reason, now you were pissed about it.

“Oh yeah.” You sighed aloud as you felt a slight twinge of pain in your stomach, you were ovulating.

Regardless of whether or not you felt like your uterus was being torn in half by the horn of a goat, as a woman, you had to still ensure that everything was looked after and that all duties were fulfilled. Before the divorce, when you and Bucky lived together, he’d run you a bath whilst he made dinner and put Olivia to bed but considering you were divorced and he had moved out, there was no time for long hot baths and dinner in bed. Instead, you had to pop an aspirin and get to work. Bellyache, no time to rest you’ve got to clean the house. Headache, no time to sit and have a glass of water, you had to make dinner. Cramps that made you want to scream at the top of your lungs, no time for that, you have to get Olivia to bed. Maybe after you could do all of the above, hopefully with the addition of a handsome man.

Once Olivia was finally tucked in, you were able to collapse on the couch in front of the TV with a hot water bottle and a glass of whine. You spent about ten minutes scrolling through Netflix before you found a show to watch. Settling in, you spent a whole five minutes paying attention to the show before you decided to scroll through Instagram. A fact that you had come to terms with pretty quickly was that regardless of what happened between you and Bucky, you’d be in each other’s life’s for good. You shared a child who you coparented. That’s the reason the divorce wasn’t messy, for Olivia’s sake. You kept the house and your business whilst Bucky moved out and had to pay you a large sum of money which was customary when the spouse was a lying bastard, but we’ll get to that later. Because of the fact that you would always be in each others life’s and that the divorce was pretty tidy, you didn’t feel the need to unfollow him from Instagram which was something you regretted wholeheartedly when a picture of him and Alexis came up on your feed. Your natural instinct was to throw your phone into the fire and run out of the house and into the woods but instead you—

“Ugh.” You reeled, looking at the picture. The last thing you wanted to be was the bitter ex but Alexis was simply just the worst and you were ovulating, you were allowed to be a little moany. Talking of moany, did Bucky also moan in her ear whilst he came now? “Bitch.” You scoffed, scrolling away only to roll your eyes when the next post was an ad for a dating sight. The whole idea of online dating always seemed strange to you however right now, the ad seemed inviting. You wouldn’t have to actually meet anyone, you could have a conversation, a sexy conversation hopefully. Smiling to yourself, you downloaded the app before scrolling through the profiles. Did all guys suddenly become attractive or was your body simply just trying to reproduce?

You made a profile with vague information about yourself as well as a blurry picture before you started speaking to singles in your area, all of which were miles away after typing in a different city from the one you lived in. You spoke to a couple of guys, nothing past tedious conversations until one of them hit you with a dick pic. When the image popped up on your screen, you felt slightly repulsed at the intrusion before you didn’t. You looked at the picture, not too bad you thought as you bit your lip before realising what the actual problem was. You had to get laid and soon before you’d flee your house in search of Anthony who lived well over ten miles away from you.

Putting your phone down, you focused back onto the show as someone typed a green heart emoji. Your eyes widened as remembrance of the funeral a week ago dawned on you. Loki. Loki Loki Loki. He did seem pretty adamant that he wanted to go on a date which was code for he’d rail you so hard you’d have to claim on the health insurance. Smiling to yourself, you decided you’d message him, what’s the worst that could happen.

Y/N: Hey Loki it’s y/n

You waited eagerly, biting your lip as the three little dots appeared on the chat. He was definitely eager and you were one step closer to sex city.

Loki💚: Hey y/n, how have you been?

Horny, so fucking horny

Y/N: I’m great thanks, how are you?

Loki💚: Happy now that you’ve messaged me 😉

Cheeky bugger

Y/N: Glad I could make you happy 😘

Yes, a kissy face, the universal code for fuck me

Loki💚: I was wondering, would you ever want to grab a drink. You know, if you have the time?

Y/N: Sure, I’d like that

Loki💚: Great, when are you free?

Right now

Y/N: Does tomorrow work for you?

You sent the message, biting your nails in the hope that you didn’t sound desperate. Despite really wanting to see Loki tomorrow, you actually were pretty busy after tomorrow plus Bucky had Olivia tomorrow.

Loki💚: Tomorrow sounds perfect x

Perfect

“Don’t worry vag, tomorrow, we attack.” You smiled down at yourself before opening a packet of children’s crisps. The perks of being a mother.

A/N: my apologies, I feel like this fic is a little crude 😂 I quite like it though so if you’re following along, I hope you like it too.

NEXT

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[aspecpplarebeautiful]

Hey, i read a lot of romance and I date a lot, at college I made out with boys at parties, and now I'm two-ish months into dating someone. But I think I'm just chasing a feeling that I'm never going to have, and I broke up with someone last summer because of it and I think I'm going to have to do it again and it's just shit, why can't I have that feeling. I don't even know what it is that I'm missing, but it just feels empty, like I'm going through the motions. But maybe it's my antidepressants... Or maybe the guy just isn't right...

I don't know how to be, and I thought I would have figured it out by now. How can I just string this guy along knowing this

We live in a culture that tells us that we're supposed to want certain things to be happy, including a long term romantic relationship. The reality is is that people are actually really diverse and while romantic relationships may be important to some people, others may be more neutral or even find romantic relationships aren't right for them at all.

It is possible that this could be related to your anti-depressants, another possibility is that either this relationship or romantic relationships in general aren't right for you. No matter what someone's identity is or ends up being though, I always think it's a good idea to explore who you are and try and ask yourself honestly and with an open mind, what would make you happy? What way of living your life do you think will make you feel fulfilled?

It won't hurt to explore aromanticism and aro identities just to see if that is what's going on with you. Some aromantic spectrum people do like to date and make out, but don't like serious long term relationships (this is common for freyromantic people for example, which is someone who experiences romantic attraction, but only to people they don't know well and it fades or disappears as they get to know the person they're attracted to).

If you're not sure where to start, I recommend Arocalypse (an aro themed forum with a good faq), and Carnival of Aros as a good place to find aro people talking about their experiences being aro.

If you are concerned about your antidepressants that is something to talk to your doctor about, but be careful that sometimes medical professionals (including mental health professionals) aren't always informed about aromanticism and it's still not uncommon to mistake that on its own as a symptom of a larger problem. Pay attention if there's other concerning symptoms, like feelings of numbness, lack of energy, etc. If the antidepressants are the issue, it likely won't manifest as disinterest in romantic relationships and nothing else.

Hopefully this is helpful and gives you some direction, but feel free to ask if you have more questions or want more information on anything.

All the best, Anon! Good luck!

#mental health #medical discussion cw

[fusionnukacola]

same anon who asked for the companions favorite songs, could you do what songs fit the companions this time? thanks again <333

Of course anon! I love asks like these. I'm super tired so I'll list the lyrics and songs, not explanations for now. Sorry :(

Cait: Cinderella Man by Eminem

"There's a storm comin' that the weatherman couldn't predict I start to bug, prick, you better flee, 'cause I get ticked It's a wrap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked I got up, I'm back to punch you to the ground, you're tricked"

Curie: Fourth Of July by Sufjan Stevens

"Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head Was it all a disguise, like Junior High Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction Now, where am I? My fading supply

Did you get enough love, my little dove Why do you cry?"

Paladin Danse: My Body Is A Cage by Arcade Fire

"I'm standing on a stage Of fear and self-doubt It's a hollow play But they'll clap anyway

My body is a cage That keeps me from dancing with the one I love But my mind holds the key

You're standing next to me My mind holds the key

I'm living in an age That calls darkness light Though my language is dead Still the shapes fill my head"

Deacon: Freaks by Surf Curse

"My head is filled with parasites Black holes cover up my eyes I dream of you almost every night Hopefully, I won't wake up this time"

Desdemona: The President Has A Sex Tape by K.Flay

"The president has a sex tape The oceans all dried up The devil got the dealer The dealer got the dollar Don't tell me I can live off love The president has a sex tape Your daughters aren't safe at night I got a feeling that my body is owned A feeling that my body ain't mine"

Hancock: The Other Side Of Paradise by Glass Animals

"Bye bye baby blue I wish you could see the wicked truth Caught up in a rush, it's killing you Screaming at the sun, you blow into Curled up in a grip when we were us Fingers in a fist like you might run I settle for a ghost I never knew Superparadise I held on to But I settle for a ghost"

MacCready: Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant

"Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed There ain't nothing in this world for free I know I can't slow down I can't hold back Though you know I wish I could Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good"

Nick Valentine: Time Waits For No One by Freddie Mercury

"Time waits for no one We've got to build this world together Or we'll have no more future at all Because time It waits for nobody Nobody

You don't need me to tell you what's gone wrong You know what's going on And it seems to me we've not cared enough Or confided in each other at all It seems like we've all got our backs against the wall

Time waits for nobody Time waits for no one We've got to trust one another Or we'd have no more future at all"

Piper: Cigarette Daydreams by Cage The Elephant

"You can drive all night Lookin' for the answers in the pourin' rain You wanna find peace of mind Lookin' for the answer

Funny how it seems like yesterday As I recall, you were lookin' out of place Gathered up your things and slipped away No time at all, I followed you into the hall Cigarette daydream You were only seventeen Soft speak with a mean streak Nearly brought me to my knees"

Preston Garvey: ...History Has Its Eyes On You.... from Hamilton..

"I was younger than you are now When I was given my first command I led my men straight into a massacre I witnessed their deaths firsthand I made every mistake and felt the shame rise in me And even now I lie awake, knowing history has its eyes on me History has its eyes on me"

X6-88: Oh No! By MARINA

"I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no, oh!

One track mind, one track heart If I fail, I'll fall apart Maybe it is all a test 'Cause, I feel like I'm the worst So I always act like I'm the best"

Elder Maxson: Viva La Vida by Coldplay. I can't help myself

"It was a wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn’t believe what I’d become Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh who would ever want to be king?"

#angsty ish #didn't include codsworth or strong sorry :( #had no clue what i would put for them #long post #long ass post #cait #fallout 4 #fallout #fallout 4 companions react #paladin danse #cait fallout 4 #deacon #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #curie #x6-88 #desdemona #elder maxson #arthur maxson #maccready #hancock #fallout 4 companions