#people actually use the word vibes I guess huh

[asmosmainhoe]

Hiii! I hope you're doing well 🫶💍

Can I please ask your headcannons about how would lucifer, mammon, satan, beel, diavolo and barbatos react if MC offers to put chapstick on their lips?

I know it's a strange ask, but imagine this scenario: It's gotten really cold suddenly (in? On? At?) the devildom and MC notices said character has chapped lips and seems very uncomfortable with it. She offers them her (can be gn!reader but I'm using she/her for better explaining) chapstick and they deny, but she insistist in putting on them, and they feel giddy because she's caring so softly for them 😭😭😭

I'm feeling the vibe of soft casual love today. It's okay if you don't answer, but I'd be really happy if you did! Lots of love, stay warm 🩷🩷🩷

MC offers their chapstick

Note: Huh my motivation is partly back

Gender: neutral

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Lucifer

He says that he doesn't need it of course even though he really does and you offering your chapstick makes him notice his dry lips even more

You already left him so he could continue to work in peace, but your words simply don't let him go

His tongue keeps darting out to lick over his lips which makes it only worse and the feeling bothers him more with every second

Only half an hour passes until he looks for you around the house to ask if the offer still stands

Mammon

WHAT?! YOUR CHAPSTICK?! BUT IT WAS ON YOUR LIPS FIRST! SO IT WOULD BE LIKE A KISS MQJSBAJAN

He immediately short circuits and isn't responding for a couple seconds

"If you're really insistin'."

Mammon snatches the chapstick away from you and puts on a thick layer

"I actually thought that I could put it on you, but that works too I guess."

He's devastated

You better be prepared to share it some more in the future, because he will ask for it on a regular basis and don't even think about buying him one. He wants yours

Satan

A light blush is forming on his cheeks and ears upon your offer, but he'd be a fool to decline it. It's the closest he can get to a kiss for now after all especially when you get so close to his face to put it on

He takes an extra moment to rub his lips properly together and is surprised by the pleasant taste. Would a kiss taste like this as well? The thought alone makes him become even more red

"Should I buy you one too?"

"No, but thank you. I don't need it that often."

Wrong! He just wants an excuse to use yours

Beelzebub

Of course he's not one to say no to that! It's so kind of your to offer it in the first place. Not many people are paying as much attention to him as you do

Much to your surprise though Beel leans forward with his eyes closed which makes you think for a second that he's actually about to kiss you

Beel shoots a small smile in your direction as he thanks you. Ugh, so handsome...

You make sure to offer him your chapstick more often in the future

Diavolo

"Oh, I didn't even notice that my lips are so dry!"

"So can I put it on then?"

"Absolutely!"

Much like Beel he has to bend over a little bit so you could reach him better

Being this close to him really makes you realize just how attractive he is. As if having the prince of hell only inches away from your face isn't intimidating enough

But he seems to genuinely enjoy it

Barbatos

No idea how this man manages to take such good care of his appearance while handling so many tasks

So it's kind of a big thing when you notice that his lips are super dry AND HE EVEN APOLOGIZES FOR "BEING SUCH A MESS" LIKE BABE IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL

"Thank you so much for pointing it out. Could you maybe be so kind and put it on for me? I'm afraid my hands are full at the moment."

ANYTHING FOR YOU, LOVE

It's a short moment, but somehow incredibly intimate

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[wolfiesmoon]

Chip bag

Itadori x fem!reader

So today on the train ride home me and my classmates were talking about boys...

(This is inspired by real life events in case u couldnt tell lmaooo)

"How did you guys meet?" Your friend asked your classmate sat across from you. You reached into your bag of chips absentmindedly, also curious to hear her story.

"Me and my boyfriend met for the first time at the park. Sometimes I go biking there, you see. He saw me one day and really wanted to ask for my number." She started, your friend and another classmate nodding along. "He ended up getting scared and not doing it, but he waited in the park every day, hoping I would show up again until I did!" your classmates made an "awww" noise at her little story.

"How about yours?" She passed on the question to her friend. "Ohhh, you guys know that summer camp that everyone here goes to?" everyone nodded along again, your chip bag making a crumpling noise as you pulled out another chip.

"I met him there, basically. What about you?" She asked your friend, sat next to you. "Oh, we started talking over social media because we had mutual friends and it kind of evolved from there."

You couldn't really add much to the conversation, considering you have no boyfriend, but if there's one thing you can say...

"Hey, why don't you guys set me up with someone?" You said jokingly, nudging your friend's shoulder. "Hahah, I can do that easily." Your friend smiled back at you.

"But, then again..." you took out another chip, "I kind of want to just, meet someone on my own, I guess. Like you know how in those romantic comedies, they bump into eachother and then it all escalates from there? Like that."

"How often does that actually happen to people, though?" The girl sat across you questioned. You shrugged, smiling to yourself.

The conversation continued, with you listening in, when suddenly-

"Hey, can I have one, please?" You were surprised to hear a guy's voice by your side, looking up from your seat to get a better look at him.

He had salmon colored hair and two strange creases under his wide brown eyes. You immediately got the vibe of "cheerful, approachable guy" from him.

"Ah, oh, sure." You realise you were probably staring at him for a little too long, raising your bag higher so he can take out a few chips. He did so, thanking you and going back to his seat, where two people wearing the same uniform were waiting for him.

Huh, must be his classmates.

Wait, why are you even still looking at him? You quickly look away to find your classmates trying to supress their giggles. "What...?" You ask, slightly confused.

"Hahaha, speaking of romantic comedy encounters..." one of them half-whispered. Oh. Oh.

"Imagine your kids ask you "Hey mom, how did you meet dad?" And then you just say "He asked me for chips one time", hahahah..." another added.

"Hey, we're basically strangers, don't marry us and give us kids in your head." You scolded, crossing your arms. But you couldn't lie, even though you barely exchanged any words, he did have a charm about him. You glanced at him again, thinking about what just happened.

"So, the math professor freaking LOST it." You snapped out of it, putting your focus back on your classmates. Your classmates have already stopped giggling by now, moving on to the next daily topic.

You tried not to keep looking to him, secretly hoping that this might not be your first and final interaction.

.

"You couldn't ask her for her number, could you?" Nobara crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at Yuuji's defeated expression.

He simply shook his head no. "This is exactly why you can't get a girlfriend." Nobara huffed, looking out the window.

"Listen, you'll get another chance, you'll meet her again soon enough. I'm only saying this so you won't be all sad and heartbroken on our mission, by the way." Megumi leaned on his palm, sighing.

"Just say you care, you idiot." Nobara also sighed.

"I hope I do meet her again." He said after a bit of silence, glancing back at you as you stood at the train doors, about to exit on your stop.

Hopefully you go on this train every day.

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[sacredthefran]

Cream & Sugar

Pairing: Jake Kiszka + Female Reader  Warnings: Sugar Daddy, Some Drinking, Oral Sex (M receiving). 18+. Minors DNI Word Count : 10.2k  Authors Notes: The recent pics of Jake have been giving me sugar daddy vibes. This is my first smut. I’m scared. I’m thinking about making this a series but I’m not 100% sure yet  Enjoy :) 

Part 2 (x)

Tick tock.Tick Tock. You glanced at the clock on the far wall from your cubicle. Just two more hours, you kept repeating to yourself. See, your job wasn’t horrible, it’s just been a hell of a day. Monday’s, gotta love them, right? You woke up late, your car wouldn’t start, spilled coffee all over your favorite blouse and heels. But the thing that really topped your morning off? Receiving a letter stating that you had a week and some spare days to pay your rent up to date or you were going to be homeless. To be fair, your landlord has been an angel for the past couple of months. Your payments have been consecutively late or you just haven’t paid for a couple of months. You guessed they decided that enough was enough. As close to homelessness as you were, none of your friends or family would let that happen, they would take you under their wing in a heartbeat. But the last thing you needed right now was your father giving you the lecture of a lifetime. 

“Now y/n, you know damn well that if you were falling behind on bills that you could’ve told us. We have no problem helping you out.” 

Your mother and father still viewed you as their little girl– constantly ignoring the fact that you were a grown twenty-five year old college graduate and one of the only women actually holding a position other than  “secretary” at your law firm. Granted you were just an intern, still-it felt like a huge accomplishment. American Justice wasn’t the biggest firm in Chicago. None of the lawyers here have yet to receive a big case or have any big name clients. Slowly but surely, American Justice was starting to gain more attention. But, that didn’t really matter to you. You were willing to do anything it takes to make a name for yourself.  

“Hey, fuck face. Come take a smoke with me.” 

Oh Beth, she always had a way of making a grand entrance. With a swift roll of your eyes, you grabbed your pack of Marlboro Menthol Ice and headed towards her.

“You okay? You’re looking a little stressed. All that stress is going to make you need botox.” 

You turned to her with a quizzical look.

 She backtracked, “Not that you need it right now, but you keep furrowing your eyebrows. Those wrinkles are going to catch up to you sooner than you realize.” 

Grabbing Beth's arm you started a brisk walk towards the doors, “Yeah, yeah. You got a lighter or am I going to have to ask one of the pricks upstairs?” 

“You know I always have a lighter.” 

You inhaled the nicotine and exhaled the stress. Silently hoping that all the comments about your stress were over. It turns out Beth wasn’t finished with that conversation quite yet. After taking a long drag - she speaks her mind once again. 

“C’mon y/n out with it, I can tell that something is going on with you. Lie all you want but I know when something is eating you up. What is it? Guy issues? I thought you kicked the last guy to the curb. Or were you lying to me about that? You better not have been. Wait, I know exactly what it is!” She exclaimed. “It’s money issues isn’t it?” 

Dammit, she was always so good at reading you. While being at the ripe age of thirty-six, Beth has experienced some things. She has a habit of telling people bits and pieces, but never the full story. 

“Okay, okay. If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone. I mean anyone.” You looked at Beth with hope that she would promise you to keep her lips sealed. 

“Damn kid, did you kill someone or something?” Beth chuckled, but it dropped the minute she saw how serious you were. “Cross my heart and hope to die, I won’t say anything”. 

You took a deep breath and mumbled. 

“Huh? You know I’m old, I can't hear you.” Beth spoke. 

“I’m so far behind on all my bills! I'm going to be homeless in a week if I don’t pay my rent. I can’t be homeless, I can’t move back in with my family. I can’t do it Beth, I just can’t do it.” You finally lifted your eyes to meet Beth’s. 

“Hey, it’s going to be okay, you can always just move in with me and my family.” 

As much as you loved Beth, it wasn’t ideal. She had a nice little townhouse filled with her husband and three kids. You loved kids– actually, you absolutely adored them. You couldn’t wait to have your own, but you just didn’t want to deal with them in your twenties. 

“Beth you know I love you, but I can’t do that.” 

Beth started chuckling “Oh, I know. I wouldn’t want you to deal with those little crotch gremlins. They make me want to rip my hair out and I’m their mother. I can only imagine what they’ll do to you.” She always had a way of making you laugh when you wanted to cry. It just wasn’t working this time.

 “Beth……I’m serious. What the hell am I going to do? I’m scared.” You felt teardrops starting to leak out of your eyes. 

“It’s easy. Just become an escort,” Beth shrugged her shoulders as if she was just mentioning what she wanted for lunch.

 “I’m sorry, what the fuck did you just say to me?” You huffed.

 “Easy tiger, maybe not an escort but a sugar baby.” 

Beth must be out of her mind.

“Look, I know it's not an ideal situation for you. Trust me, there are good men out there who just don’t have time to date, they just want someone to talk to. Maybe occasionally fuck, and they just so happen to pay you for your time.”  

You looked at her with so many questions in mind. “How do you know so much about being a sugar baby?”

Beth started chuckling once again.  “Wipe that stank look off your face. I used to be one. I did it for two years before I started law school. I was able to make enough money to put myself through school and I didn’t have to work. I know it sounds crazy, honestly, you should just try it. I’ve been out of the game for a long time, but I’ve kept in contact with one of the girls, Deandra. She’s still in the business and I bet that she would help you out.”

Beth kept on rambling. 

“Matter of fact, she asked me if I would be interested in this one guy, but obviously I turned it down because I have Dean now. I can send you this guy’s number. That’s all she supplied me with. Deandra does a background check on any guy that comes across her radar - weeds out the bad ones and handpicks all the ones that seem promising. He’s too young for her to deal with. You know what? Y/n you don’t have a choice in the matter, I’m sending his info over tonight.”  

She put her hand up quickly before you could retort. “Do not try to fight me on this. You won't win.” 

With a roll of your eyes you and Beth hooked arms and headed back inside, you to your desk and her to her office.  She’s crazy, you thought. Glancing at the clock, you sighed happily knowing you only had one hour and forty-five minutes left. 

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A couple of hours later and just a little tipsy off of some Cabernet, you were finally taking a relaxing bubble bath. Probably the last bubble bath in this apartment, that thought kept replaying in your head. A flash of light caught your attention, looking over onto the floor you noticed it was text from Beth. Realizing that she actually did it, she actually sent you the contact information for  this man. At least she gave you a name this time ; Jake. Jake, okay that’s not an old man’s name. Maybe you could do this, maybe you could go on a couple of dates with him, listen to him bitch about how hard his life is and make a couple of thousand. Fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen? After downing the rest of the blood red liquid, you managed to draft up a text. Even after the three glasses of liquid-courage, you still felt yourself having trouble finding the right words to say. Here goes nothing.  

Y/n- Hello, I’m not really sure how to go about this…. but I’m y/n. I got your number from Deandra. She mentioned to me that you were looking for a special type of arrangement. 

After sending that text, you decided you weren’t going to sit around and wait for a response. He probably won’t respond anyway, he’s probably going to wonder about why Deandra pawn off his info to someone else. You decided to put your phone on airplane mode until you were finished with your nighttime routine. However, it was almost as if Jake knew that you were planning on not waiting around for his text..

Jake- Y/n, what a pleasure it is to finally hear from you. I was wondering when you were going to message me. Deandra informed me Beth had a gorgeous woman that would reach out to me 

Fuck. How in the hell were you supposed to respond to that? Maybe you need another glass of wine. 

Y/n- Charming. I wanted to text you and see what kind of a deal we could make. Or how this whole process goes. Sorry. I’m just new to this whole type of arrangement. 

Great, now he’s going to know that you’re inexperienced. Way to go y/n. The time seemed to tick by at the speed of molasses. Finally, your phone dinged with the familiar text notification.

Jake- No need to apologize. Deandra already mentioned to me that you wouldn’t know how to go about this whole situation. You’re a smart girl, we’ll figure it out. Besides, everyone has to start out somewhere. I think that we should ease into this relationship. Since you’re new to it. I don’t want to scare you off before I get to experience the lovely y/n in action. Matter of fact, how about we meet Friday night for dinner? 

Breathe in, breathe out y/n. It’s just a simple dinner. You can do this, just pretend you’re meeting up with an old friend. It’ll be easy. 

You- That sounds perfect. What restaurant do you have in mind? What time would you like for me to meet you there? 

Jake- Don’t worry about the restaurant. I’ll make a reservation. I will have a driver come pick you up. His name is Taylor. He will be there precisely at 5. Sharp. Make sure you are ready to go. Please make sure that you are wearing a green dress. I think that it compliments your skin tone well. I look forward to seeing you. 

You- 1)How do you know what the hell I look like? 2) How do you know where I live? 3) I don’t wear green, I prefer purple. 

Jake- Like I stated before, make sure the dress is green. I don’t do well with people disobeying me. Don’t worry about how I know those details, I know a lot of people in this city. It’s late, you need to go to bed. Have a goodnight Ms.y/l/n.

What the hell am I doing? 

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The next couple of days seemed to fly by. Jake texted you off and on that week. It seemed as if he was excited to see you, but you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself. Tuesday morning you were met with Beth’s beaming face proclaiming that she wanted to know all of the details. Who are you to refuse Beth? It felt nice just to get it out of your system and express all your worries. Of course, the biggest worry was that this man already knew your last name and where you live. 

 “Oh, that’s easy. I had Deandra tell him your full name and I guess he did his own research to figure out your address”. 

Beth then proceeded to tell you that this was normal in the industry, especially as someone of his status. Having little to no details about Jake, you decided to trust Beth’s judgment. She kept promising that he was a good man all throughout the week. Almost like a broken record. Every time you would ask for more information about Jake she would shut you down. Apparently he was the type of guy who wanted to keep all his details private until a deal was made. Cause that’s not sketchy at all.

Wednesday came and went. Thursday morning you walked into work to see a bouquet of flowers on your desk. Attached to them was a little note “I hope that this finds you well, in the envelope there’s a couple of hundreds. Like I stated before, I'm expecting you in green. Wouldn’t want for you to receive a punishment during our first meeting.  I look forward to seeing you tomorrow - Jake” . 

There was no way this was actually happening. Peaking into the envelope, reality started to hit you. You were actually going to meet this mystery man and let him pay your way through life for the next couple of months. Your inner feminist was screaming at you, it told you to run–preferably away from this whole situation. Your conscience was begging you to just forget about this and go back to your parents. Deciding against your better judgment, you ended up taking Beth out shopping to find a little green number that would drive this man crazy.

“That’s it!” Beth proclaimed. You did a final look in the mirror acknowledging Beth's statement. 

After going to countless stores; trying on every green dress possible. You finally opted for something short and lacey. Usually you want to cover every part of your body, but if you were going to commit to this sugar baby bit, why not buy something that is guaranteed to keep all of his attention on you? The dress came just below your fingertips, thank God for dresses that cinch around the waist, it accentuated your hourglass figure. Every curve on your body was looking right and let’s not forget how the cups in the dress were pure lace. Looks like there was no way for you to wear a bra, fuck it.  

Friday morning came faster than you could imagine. Maybe it was the nerves or maybe it was the fact that you wanted to make sure you looked perfect for Jake tonight, after all, your life was betting on how dinner would go. It’s been a while since you had to dress for male validation. You were putting on your shoes when a knock on the door startled you. 

Looking out of the peephole, you noticed a man standing on the other side of the door seemingly to look directly in your eyes through the small glass circle. “Uh hello?” You opened the door with a shaky breath. 

“I work for Mr. Kiszka. I’m Taylor. I’m going to be your driver for the night. I was given specific orders to be at the restaurant by five-thirty ma’am. Let's get a move on. Mr. Kiszka doesn’t take too kindly to people wasting his time. I’m sure he’s mentioned that to you before”. 

No. Fucking. Way. It can’t be. There’s no way that Jake is Jacob Kiszka. He was one of the most notorious lawyers on the scene right now.  Jake was a practicing lawyer at New Horizons Family Law. It was the biggest firm in Chicago. Jacob Kiszka was a force to be reckoned with, he rarely lost a case. Word on the street was that his clients were actually a part of organized crime, instead of “family law”. Standing in your doorway, you prayed that you wouldn’t stick your foot in your mouth and ask him about his clients tonight. You figured that it would scare Jake away more than anything. You were pulled away from your overthinking to Taylor clearing his throat and pointing at his watch. 

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Much to Taylor’s dismay, you actually arrived at five thirty-five. Exiting the car you came to the realization that you have no clue if you should wait out front for Jake or if you should already be seated when he gets here. Turning to Taylor you asked him what option would be best, with a huff and puff he told you to go to the host and tell them you’re with Mr. Kiszka. No questions would be asked.

Following his directions, you were shocked at how fast the host was scurrying to get you to a table.

He led you past all the tables in the restaurant, noticing the look of fear in your eyes, he mumbled “Mr. Kiszka is one of our high profile guests. He likes to have all of his meetings in a private room.” 

It was all starting to click with you. Jacob Kiszka is the man that you have been texting all week leading up to this moment. Once you finally were seated, the host froze as the door on the left was whipped open. Something was telling you that he wasn’t supposed to be here when Jake arrived.. 

Oh. My. God. All your suspicions from earlier were true. Standing in the doorway was Jake Kiszka. Before you could get a good look at him the host ran out of the room mumbling a quick “I’m sorry”.  

Slowly making his way over to you, you were observing as many details as you could. The first thing you noticed was his hair was pulled back, giving you a perfect view of his angelic face, he was wearing black dress pants with a white shirt unbuttoned all the way down to the beginning of his torso. He wore a golden pendant that rested gently in the middle of his chest, you just wanted to reach out and touch him. He didn’t seem real.  Once your eyes finally met his, Jake gave you a smirk. Hopefully he didn’t see you looking at him like an art collector finding an undiscovered Davinci. 

“Well, I hope you’re done checking me out. I’m ready to have a seat now,” Jake said smugly. 

“Oh, of course. Have a seat. I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you.” Not only did Jake call you out for ogling him, his smile grew tenfold when he realized how rosy your cheeks were getting under his gaze. 

“I know who you are and you know who I am. I think we can skip past all this small talk and actually start to get to know each other. I also wanted to apologize for being late. I had a meeting with my client run over. But, I guess that doesn’t really matter since you were late too.” Jake replied with a smug grin.

 “I, uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be late. I couldn’t find my shoes,” you stuttered nervously. 

“So you want to start our relationship off on a bad note?”

 You gave him a quizzical look.

 “Taylor told me that you were ready to go but you just couldn’t stop daydreaming about me. So much so that it made you late. I don’t do well with people who are late. I expect proper punctuality from now on. It’s okay, I'll let it slip this time. By the way I noticed that you followed my request and wore green. Good Girl.” 

You’d hate to admit it, but those two little words had you squeezing your thighs together. No one could blame you for that. This man practically dripped sex. It’s like he knew what he was doing to you. 

“Tell me princess, or do you prefer y/n?”

 Swallowing the lump in your throat, you finally met his gaze. “Princess works for me.”

 Jake grinned at your acknowledgement of your pet name already. “Do I live up to your expectations? Or should I pack it up and send you on your merry way?” He already knew the answer to that question, he just wanted the confirmation from you that you were attracted to him and willing to do anything that he wanted. 

“No, you definitely meet my expectations.” Fuck, that wasn’t supposed to come out. Good Job y/n. Now he’s going to think you’re desperate. Jake kept beaming at you, he really was as cheeky as all the rumors stated him to be. As he was about to answer, a waitress came through the door. Saved by the bell. 

“Sorry to interrupt, I was wondering if you guys were ready to order?” She offered both of you a smile.

 Without breaking your eye contact Jake responded, “We’ll have a bottle of Cuvee Indigene and the chefs special. Thank you.” 

You looked at him with an open mouth. 

“What?” He looked at you confused.

 “Cuvee Indigene? That’s an expensive bottle, I don’t want you to feel like you have to impress me.” You stated matter of factly. 

 Jake interrupted you by sucking his teeth. “I’m not trying to impress you, I know you like Chardonnay, so why not get you top of the line? I’m about to wire some money into your bank account so I wouldn’t be worrying about how expensive the bottle is if I were you. Also, close your mouth unless that’s an invitation for me to put something in it." 

If it wasn’t possible before, your jaw was practically on the floor. Who the fuck does he think he is? Your inner feminist wanted to smack the hell out of him. But as much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was making you feel things that you weren’t supposed to. Judging by how dark your eyes got, Jake could sense it too.

Little to your knowledge, Jake was trying to see how turned on he could get you and how far he could push his limits. 

Once again, the door to your left opened and you could hear the noise from the outside. Something to distract you away from this awkward conversation. You noticed in her hand that she had the bottle of wine and two glasses in her hand. Thank you, Jesus. As she went to pour some wine in your glass Jake waved her off and insisted on doing it himself. 

“Now, now. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t take care of my girl?” 

My girl. You barely know this man and he's already staking his claim. Taking the wine glass in your hand, you reached it out towards him to fill up. Even though there was clearly a power imbalance in between you two, you still wanted to make it known to him that you weren’t some run-of-the-mill sugar baby. You actually would let him boss you around and ruin you, but you didn’t want him to know that yet. You had to keep some semblance of composure. 

“Relax Princess, no need to start getting hostile. I just want to show you what it’s like to have someone take care of you.” 

Aaaand there the cheekiness is again. He kept filling your glass until it was a half inch from the top. 

“Drink up, we have a long night ahead of us.” 

Yes, Sir. 

Once again the room was filled with silence, it was like neither of you knew what to say to each other. It didn’t feel like it was the proper atmosphere for you to ask him what his favorite movie or color was. Think y/n. Think. You were sweating bullets thinking about what he was implying with “long night”. 

If you knew anything about Jake, you would be able to tell that he felt like he stuck his foot in his mouth. He didn’t want to come off too cocky, Jake was attracted to you and wanted to make you aware of it, but he wasn’t sure how to do so. Just as Jake parted his lips to speak, he was interrupted by the waitress coming back into the room. 

“Sorry, to interrupt you guys again, but the food is ready.” She glanced at the couple with a nervous smile. You felt bad for the poor girl. You could pick up that Jake’s demeanor made her nervous. As she set down the dishes, he kept a stone cold stare at the back of her head. You waited until she left and then cleared your throat. 

 “Mr. Kiszka, what are these dishes exactly?” 

“Please, call me Jake. Have you ever had French before?”

 You quickly shook your head no. 

“Why didn’t you tell me when I suggested French? And this dish is called Bouillabaisse. The chef is a personal friend of mine, I made sure that he used Cod instead of Sea Bass, it tastes better.” 

You kept your gaze down. 

“If you don't like it, I’m sure I can speak to him and have him make you something different.”

When you finally looked up at him, he was biting his lip–staring at you intently. 

“No, no. I’m good with it. I didn’t even try it, I was just wondering what it was.” After you stated that, you quickly took a bite to ease his nerves. Damn y/n, you barely know this man and you’re already aiming for his approval.

Jake smiled at this and kept making small talk over the course. 

“So what’s the main reason why you wanted to be a sugar baby, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

Well, it looks like that was the end of the small talk. You gulped down the remainder of the first wine glass and started motioning for him to fill it up again.

 “Do you want the real reason or do you want me to give you some bullshit excuse?” 

Jake was in the motion of filling up your glass and looked you dead in the eyes. “I always want the truth, if we are going into this type of relationship I need you to be a hundred percent honest with me. At all times. Do I make myself clear?”

Clear as crystal. 

“Does the same apply to you?” You asked him in a venom-ridden voice. 

“Of course it does. I know you don’t know how these types of situations work, but I like to run all my relationships based on honesty and trust. If you don’t have trust with your partner, then there isn’t a relationship. That applies to business and personal. You should know that, being a lawyer and all.” 

So Beth wasn’t lying. Someone of his status does their research. Well, there goes the thought about being able to lie about why you needed the money. You finally pulled your gaze away from the floor and made eye contact.

 “I don’t come from a wealthy family, as much as my parents say they would love to help me, they wouldn’t be able to handle it. If they paid my rent and the bills that I'm behind on, that would put them in the hole. I can’t do that to them. As you know I’m a lawyer, well not yet, technically. I passed my bar but American Justice wont let me practice yet. They want to keep me as an intern. So obviously, they’re not paying me enough. Ever since this damn pandemic, I haven’t been able to support myself. Everything is just starting to add up. Monday I got a letter threatening to evict me if I couldn’t pay the past two months rent by next Thursday. Frankly, I’m just scared. I don’t want to come across as a failure to my parents.”

 Jake interrupted your rambling “How would you be a failure?”

You looked at him like he had three heads, “How wouldn’t I? I left for school telling them that I was going to be somebody. I can’t show up on their doorstep years later begging for a place to stay.” You could feel the tears starting to well up in your eyes. Jake noticed this, in an attempt to stop you from crying he reached across the table and rubbed your arm. 

“American Justice just wants to keep you as an intern?” You slowly nodded your head at him. “Have you thought about applying to different firms?” 

“Of course I have. You don’t think I’ve done that already?” You huffed back at him.

“First off, watch your tone when speaking to me. I’m just trying to help you. After all, this whole arrangement is about me helping you. If you don’t like the way I speak then feel free to leave. The door is right there, princess. Nothing’s holding you here.” 

Except the fact that you needed his money. 

After realizing that you weren’t attempting to flee the scene, Jake cleared his throat. “I read over your essays from law school. Specifically your thesis about Women's Rights. I’m friends with Roxanne from Sisterhood Movement. Have you tried there? Roxanne would take you under her wing. She would help you build your cases. Roxy is all about empowering women.” 

Jake was studying your face. He couldn’t make out your expression. 

Looking down at the table, you took a deep breath. “I can’t apply to Sisterhood Movement. Are you kidding me?”

 “Why can’t you?” He countered back.

 “They’re all powerful names over there. They take on the most high profile cases. I don’t mean just the cases in Chicago, I’m talking about the cases that they take all across the States. As much as I love Roxanne’s work, I don’t want to go over there and ruin everything she’s worked for. I’m just not ready to take on cases of discrimination and sexual harassment yet. I just can’t do it, Jake” God, you sound so insecure right now. Pull it together. 

Jake could see the tears forming in your eyes again. He understood that he had to wait until he knew you a little bit better before he could keep pressing the issue with you. “Okay, okay. I won’t keep pestering you about it.” 

After that statement, you felt like you could look him in the eyes once more. 

“Thank you.” 

He smiled weakly at you. “Of course. Now, is there anything that you want to ask me?” 

Well there is one thing. 

 “Out with it. You’re biting your lip. If you’ve got something to ask then just ask.” 

You weren’t sure if it was the wine or your nerves but you quickly blurted out “Are you actually a defense attorney for the mafia or is that just a rumor?”.

His eyes turned ice cold at that moment. 

“I don’t think that’s anything for you to know. You should know that I do not disclose my clients information. If you were worried about me being connected to the mob, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now, would you?” You hated the fact that warmth started to flood all over your body. 

He sensed a change in your breathing pattern. “Now, anything logical you want to ask me? Or do you want to keep sticking your foot in your mouth?”  Your jaw dropped open again. 

“Princess, I thought I told you earlier to keep your mouth closed. You’re practically begging for me to put something in there.”

 Instead of replying to that comment you decided to lean forward just enough that he could see your cleavage. Two can play this game. 

Innocently, you traced the rim of the glass. “Mr. Kiszka, I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just asking a simple question.” 

Jake could feel himself harden. He wanted nothing more than to bend you over the table at that moment. Jake wasn’t dumb, he knew what you were trying to do to him.  “You should really finish your wine right now,” 

You tilted your head and in the most innocent voice you could respond, “And why is that Mr. Kiska?” Sitting back you smiled sweetly at him. It was at this moment that Jake registered you weren’t wearing a bra. Your nipples were peaking out of the lace at him, begging to be touched. 

“Because, if we're going to continue this conversation, I want to be in the privacy of my own home. Plus, I want to play with my new toy.” 

You were positive that your cheeks were painted red at the mere thought of him referring to you as a toy. Without hesitation, you gulped down your wine and smiled at him. “Good Girl,” Jake reached his hand out towards you. 

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Jake Kiszka wasn’t a man to waste his time with words, when his actions could do the talking.  The whole car ride back to his penthouse, he kept inching his hand further up your leg while driving. Which is kind of ironic to you because he sent you a driver but he preferred to drive himself. 

You weren’t sure if it was the wine talking or your subconscious, but you could feel the sexual tension. You could practically cut it with a knife. Unbeknownst to you, Jake was feeling the same way. 

Once arriving at his place, he dismissed you from following him into the kitchen and instructed you to “sit still and look pretty” on the couch. After five painfully long minutes he came back into the room with two glasses filled with an amber liquid. Offering you the glass, you winced as you smelled it. Jake chuckled, “Not a fan of Bourbon? This is Guadalupe. It’s good, take a sip.”

Jake then proceeded to raise the glass to your lips and tilt your head back. Opening up your lips, you realized that you were ready to swallow whatever this man would give you. Jake soon realized this was a mistake as you started coughing up a lung after taking a pull of amber down your throat. 

“You good over there?” Jake gave you a wicked grin. 

“Uh, yeah I’m okay. I'm just more of a wine drinker.” You replied shyly. 

 “Noted, I'll be more careful next time when I make you swallow something”. 

You were sure that your eyes were the size of golf balls. Acting like he casually just asked about the weather, Jake circled back to the conversation at the restaurant. “So anything else you want to ask me?” 

Taking another small sip of bourbon, you found the courage to speak again. “Why are you a sugar daddy?” Peaking over the glass at him, you noticed Jake furrowed his eyebrows. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m just curious. You're Jake Kiszka. You could get any woman you want. I know women throw themselves at you all the time.”

Interrupting you, Jake sighed from his spot. “You’re right. I probably could have any woman I want. I always sucked at dating. Just never had the time to give to someone. To be honest, I frankly don’t have the time right now. I basically only have the time for a casual dinner and a quick fuck. A couple of my friends do this and suggested it to me. I have the funds to give to a pretty lady. So why not try it?”.

It was surprising that he even gave you the answer that he did. Jake didn’t seem like the type to open up to people even a little bit. 

“A quick fuck? That’s what I’m here for?” You stood up, you knew you were here for his money, but he didn’t have to talk to you like you were nothing. Like you weren’t a person. Fuck That. 

“Sit back down. You and I both know that you’re not going anywhere.” Swallowing your pride you took the spot next to him on the black leather couch. You hated that he was right. 

“Obviously it’s not going to be quick. I have stamina. Did you miss the part where I said casual dinner too?” Jake was chuckling. “I didn’t think I had to go into details. There is going to be communication between us. You will be taken care of y/n, as long as I’m taken care of. At any moment you can walk away from this. If you're uncomfortable we can just forget that this meeting ever happened. Anytime you feel uncomfortable, you tell me to stop and I will. No questions asked. Now, are you okay with this?” 

You shook your head yes. 

“Y/n, I need to hear it.”

 “Yes, I understand.” you breathed out, shakily.  

Jake beamed at you. “I’m assuming that this is the time where we talk about your payment? I was thinking of a weekly allowance of $1,500 to start, then if you’re a good girl for me we can up it. I’ll make sure to wire you the money on Monday.”

 You nodded along, “Jake, I'm grateful for this, don't get me wrong. But is there any way I can get an advance? $1,500 isn’t going to pay my past due rent.” You felt embarrassed even asking him this. He knew you needed money, but you didn’t want him to see you grovel for it. 

Jake then picked something up off the table. As he got closer to you, you recognized that it was a check. “I knew that you were going to bring up the rent situation, so I went ahead, called your apartment manager and wrote you a check for the next two months. I already paid your past two.”

 You were shocked to say the least. You couldn’t help it but your jaw dropped at the thought of how much money that is, even though it's probably spare change for him. 

“You must really want me to put something in your mouth, princess. All you have to do is ask.” Jesus. This man is going to be the death of you. 

“Anyway, I know we talked about the weekly allowances, but there’s some other things involved as well. Of course I have benefits, galas and public appearances to keep up, you will be attending them with me. No excuses, obviously with that comes all the shopping that you could want. I need you to be dressed to the nines when we go out. It comes with the territory. I’m sure you understand. Think this is something that you can do?”

 You nodded along with what he was saying. “Yes, Jake. I’m positive I’ll be able to handle all of this. Are you sure I’m the one that you want? Don’t you want to shop around a little and see what other options are out there?”. 

He looked at you like you were crazy for even suggesting the thought. “No, I’m sure that I want to do this with you. The minute I saw your picture, I knew I wanted you and wouldn’t stop until you agreed to this deal.”

This man was persistent, maybe it was a trait that he formed being a lawyer. It didn’t matter, you couldn’t get over the fact that he saw a picture of you before you locked eyes at the restaurant. 

“How did you get a picture of me?” You quizzed him as he finally took a seat next to you.

 “I have connections, don’t worry about it. '' He was looking deep into your eyes while licking his lips. You couldn’t help but drop your gaze to the spot that he just wet.

 “You know, it’s okay to go after what you want y/n,” leaning into you. He was giving you the option to lean into the kiss or pull back.

 “I don’t know, I’m just a little nervous,” Jake seemed to smile at the small confession. 

“Nothing to be nervous about, darling. It’s human nature.” 

That right there sealed the deal, you closed the gap between you. Your lips melted together, it was like he was made for kissing you. Just as you were about to pull away to admire the man in front of you, you felt a hand making its way to the nape of your neck. It wasn’t aggressive, he was just holding you into place, giving you the option to stop if you wanted. Jake noticed that you weren’t pulling away. He took this as a sign to deepen the kiss, there was only one problem here. You were fighting him for dominance.

Jake broke the kiss and pulled you to straddle him. “Stop trying to take control.” 

Pressing his forehead against yours, he gave you a lustful look. With a simple nod of your head, you felt yourself losing control. He took your nod as reassurance to continue, and you watched as he moved closer. His hands grabbed your thighs as he lifted himself up towards your face, capturing your lips again. From your outer thigh, his hands began to travel upwards until you could feel the heat of his palms drag up your waist, then the small of your back. You melted with his touch, feeling yourself lean deeper into the kiss. Your skin tingled as he reached your breasts, protected only by the lace cups of the dress. You could feel your cheeks reddening as you followed his lead. Fuck, he just brushed against your nipple. You jolted at the sudden sensation, and he sensed you were feeling it. He swiped his thumb against the other one. While you were distracted, he moved his mouth lower, to the crook of your neck–kissing a trail all the way to your shoulder. His breath was hot on your skin and you moaned at even the slightest of touches. Was it the wine from dinner? The bourbon? Was it him and his obsession with being suave? Or was it the way he kept looking at you with lust filled eyes? 

“I like you best when you’re at my mercy,” he said before closing his mouth around the lace that covered your nipple. 

The first thing you felt was the heat, then the pressure–and finally, the pleasure. And you wanted more.  Instead, Jake lifted his head. You opened your eyes, suddenly realizing that they were closed all this time. You met his gaze, wanting to open your mouth, hoping he’d say something about filling it again. But you didn’t. Instead you wet your lips. 

“Show me why I should pay your rent,” he whispered in your ear, oozing with lust.

 “Wha-what do you mean?” you stuttered nervously.

 “I want you to show me why I’m spending my money on you. Show me I made the right choice to choose you out of all others.” As he was distracting you with his rugged voice, Jake was sneaking his hand underneath your dress to feel the puddle of warmth that was forming between your legs. “Damn, princess. All this for me?” he licked your ear and then blew on it. 

“Yes Jake, it’s all for you”.

 You felt a sharp stinging pain on your ass and when you went to lift up off his lap, he pulled you back down in a sharp motion. You could feel his cock struggling against his pants. 

“Looks like I’m not the only one enjoying myself,” finally, it was your moment to tease him. 

“I would enjoy myself more if you would take my cock out of my pants and show me how much you want it,” he growled out.

You could feel yourself looking down at him with hooded eyes. It was at this moment you knew that you were always going to be at his mercy. This man knew how to turn you into putty. 

Instead of giving into Jake, you decided to tease him a little bit more. Grinding down on him and reaching down to pull your dress over your head. You felt strong hands grabbing your wrists. 

“Nuh-uh, only I get to take off your clothes, you do as you're told.” 

You moved back and forth on him a little bit harder. Leaning forward, you whispered into his ear, “But I thought you wanted me to show you why you’re paying my rent.”

 Jake paused for a minute, before deciding to grab onto your waist and flip you around. He realized that having you on top made you feel like you were in charge - you never were going to be when he was around. 

“Is that back sass I hear? That won't get you far with me, darling.” He was staring you down like a hunter stalking his prey.

 “Darling? I thought my name was y/n?” You replied coyly.

 “Keep talking and I’ll have no choice but to punish you.” 

You involuntarily felt your pussy clench. Jake could feel it too, his cock was nestled right in between your folds with just a thin layer of lace separating the most intimate parts of yourselves. “Oh, it seems like you like that idea,” he smirked. 

You moaned in response, there was no way to keep you quiet. Just with Jake’s talk alone, you were ready to orgasm right then and there. 

“But I don’t want to fuck you yet, I want to see how badly you want me.” You're doing the best you can to keep your composure- well, what was left of it anyway.

 “I want you, I want you to fill me up, I want you inside of me,” You mumbled into his neck. 

“Princess, you really don’t listen do you? We’re going to have so much fun with all the lessons you need to learn. I said I’m not going to fuck you. Trust me I want nothing more than to feel this tight little pussy around my cock, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.” 

Your body felt like it was on fire. It was like Jake was just casually asking you what you wanted to eat, all of this just seemed to roll off his tongue. Before you could stop yourself you found the words slipping past your lips “Can I put your cock in my mouth?”. 

“You know that’s not how you ask for what you want.” he reapplied smugly. ”Beg for it.” 

“Ja-” A quick swat on your thigh stopped you. “Sir?” 

Jake shook his head, “You’re getting closer, but that's not what you should call me, princess.” 

You had one guess left in your mind. “Daddy?” 

Jake didn’t think it was possible for him to get harder, but hearing your sweet innocent voice and doe eyes peering up at him, he couldn’t hold himself together. “Daddy, can I please suck your cock?” 

“You want Daddy’s cock in your mouth?”  

Instead of answering him, you pushed on his shoulder, flipping both of you around and then pinning his shoulders to the couch. Jake didn’t fight you on this, he wanted your mouth on him just as much as you wanted him to fill your pussy. He wanted you to feel like you had a little control–for now–it gave you confidence. 

“Go ahead baby, take it out. Show Daddy how much you want his cock.” 

With shaky hands, you undid his belt and started to pull his boxers down. Jake could feel you starting to hesitate. He gently put his hands over yours and helped you pull down the fabric- freeing his cock. You couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of his cock going into your mouth and eventually your pussy.

 “Aw, is my princess speechless? Don't worry, it’ll fit in all the holes you want. Right now we’re just gonna focus on putting it in the back of your throat. Then we'll focus on it fitting in that sweet cunt of yours. I can just tell it's a ripe pink and I bet right now it's just aching for my touch. Isn’t it? You want me to rub on that sweet little clit to give you some relief?”

 You couldn’t hold back the little whine that escaped your throat. “You like the sound of that huh? Daddy touching you? Just wait until I put my tongue in your pussy. Oh baby, I can tell that you’re going to taste divine.” 

At this point you were melting into him, you started to move your hands in a twisting motion, hoping to bring Jake as much pleasure as he was giving you with these filthy little thoughts spilling out. 

 “Sorry, it’s not going to happen, it’s all about you putting my cock into that sweet little mouth of yours.” 

Jake didn’t give you any time to respond to that, he lifted up three fingers to your mouth, urging you to open up and let them in. You did as he asked and wrapped your mouth around his fingers, but Jake noticed something, you were so nervous that your mouth was dry.  Pushing you down onto your knees, looking at you with lust blown eyes he pulled your hair, forcing your head to tilt back.

 “Open your mouth now.”

 “Why?” 

Jake gave you a stern look. “Trust Me. Open. Now. “ 

Sitting in front of him, you watched in amusement as he took a sip of the amber liquid. Making eye contact with you one more time, he leaned forward and spit the liquid directly in your mouth. 

“Swallow.” 

Starting to gag a little on the taste, Jake chuckled. “Princess, that wasn’t even a lot to swallow, we’re really going to have to work on that, aren’t we?” After watching you swallow he grabbed your jaw, “Ready for more?” 

Nodding your head wasn’t going to work–Jake had you in a grip that wouldn’t allow you to move. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good Girl. Now open up for me again.” 

Per his request you opened it up again. “Wider princess. C’mon. My cock wont fit in that tiny little opening.” 

Fuck. You were drooling for him. Jake didn’t come this far with you to not have you put your mouth on his throbbing cock. 

“That’s my good girl. You’re listening to Daddy so good.” Jake looked like he was debating on doing something. After a moment of contemplating, you watched in fascination :as a solid string of spit left his mouth and fell on your tongue. He dipped his fingers back into your mouth and spread the fluid all around your mouth. 

“Don’t close your mouth yet, it’s not wet enough” He spit back into your mouth with a firm: “Don’t you dare swallow.” You didn’t want to disobey him, you wanted to do everything that he said, word for word.

 “Good Girl, keep your mouth open, we’re not done yet.” Jake then directed your head towards his cock.

 You caught a second glimpse at it and just had to admire it. It was long, thick and had the perfect pink tint. His mushroom tip leaking precum- begging to be tasted. Jake didn’t stop until his cock was right in front of your mouth, with a hand wrapped around his base, he gently eased it in. He kept going until he hit that little sweet spot in the back of your throat that makes you gag. Jake finally let out a groan as he felt you wrap your lips around him. 

The groan that Jake left out was unholy. It sent a shock all the way down to your core. Once your mouth got used to the feeling of his cock stretching you out, you slowly started to bob your head up and down. In need of a breather, you released Jake out of your mouth with a solid ‘pop’. After sitting back for a couple of seconds, you dropped a thick bead of spit on his head, while using your left hand in a twisting motion, staring at Jake’s face. You started at the base and worked your way to his tip, getting a good feel of every single little detail of his throbbing cock. From how thick it was, how you needed to use two hands, and last but not least, the way he would twitch when you touched the underside of his head right where a prominent vein is.  His mouth was opened in pure bliss while he was looking down his nose at you. God, you wished you could see Jake like this everyday. 

He had had enough of your admiration and was starting to yearn for the feeling of your mouth again. Jake ran his fingers through your hair again and yanked you upwards. Chest to chest; forehead to forehead. Feverishly, your neck was whipped to the side and you felt the presence of hot air hitting your ear. 

“I think that's enough princess. My cock is missing your mouth already. Show it how much you love it. I want you to suck me dry, I want to cum in the back of your throat and I’m not stopping until I do. Do you understand?”

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you quickly nodded and tried to free your hair out of his grip. Jake didn’t budge. “Do you understand?” You nodded again.

Jake wasn’t taking that as a response. “I need a verbal answer princess, before we go any further”. Locking eyes with him you said, “Yes Daddy. I want to make you feel good.” 

With a quick groan, Jake let go of your hair and pushed you back down so your face was right at his cock. You wanted to be a good girl for Jake, hell, you wanted nothing more in life than to hear those filthy noises coming out of his mouth. Taking his cock into your hand again, you sunk your mouth onto him slowly. Taking him inch by inch. As much as Jake wanted you to go fast, you were going to take your time. You wanted to work his cock like your life depended on it, after all, it did. You were taking your time with him, as he was filling your throat back up, you kept swallowing around every inch. Once your plump lips reached the bottom of his cock, tears started to form in your eyes. Jake could sense that you wanted to move your mouth off of him again, so he put his hand on the nape of your neck holding you there. 

Looking up at Jake through your tears, you saw him smirking. “Oh, is my baby starting to gag on Daddy’s cock? You want to take it out for a second?” You moaned around him. The vibration from that alone had Jake ready to shoot his cum down the back of your throat, he just had to hold on for a little bit longer. 

“That's too bad princess. You’re going to keep my cock in your mouth for as long as I want. Here let me move your hair out of the way.” 

Doing as he said, Jake took the elastic band that he keeps around his middle finger and moved all your hair back. Jake wanted to enjoy the show, he wanted to see all of you, trying to take every inch of him. But those watering eyes were doing something to him, your eyes looked so clear and filled with lust. Grabbing the base of your ponytail, he decided to start moving your head up and down. The sound of you gurgling around his cock was deafening. While Jake was busy with not trying to blow his load prematurely, you successfully snuck your hand down into your underwear in search of some type of relief. 

You dove your fingers through your folds hoping to gather some moisture. When you finally gathered enough, you reached up to circle your clit a couple of times. Silly you for thinking that you could get away with doing this in front of Jake Kiszka. After the third swirl on your clit he noticed that your moans were starting to change octaves. He quickly opened his eyes and realized what you were doing. He snatched your hand out of your underwear in an instant. 

“I don’t think so princess, this is about me getting off tonight not you,” Jake growled out.

 You looked back up at Jake with tear glossed eyes. This only made Jake yearn for you even more. You pulled your hand gently out of his grip and cupped his balls lightly. With a slight movement of your fingers, you felt him start to twitch. “C’mon baby, just like that,” he sputtered out as he started to feel the pleasure really begin to take over his body. Moving your head wasn’t enough for Jake. 

Holding your head steady, he started bucking his hips off the couch. With every buck your nose was touching his pelvic bone; breathing in  the woodsy smell of this man deeply. The more you tried to move your head back the more force would be pushed onto the back of your head to keep you still. Jake could feel your throat start to tighten up and try to push him out. 

“Keep that throat relaxed for Daddy baby. He’s almost there.” 

The mixed noises of your gags and the praises that Jake kept slipping out were taking over the atmosphere. You could tell that he was close to his peak. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, the sweat was starting to roll off his torso and drip down to his pelvic area. Jake’s breath was becoming unsteady, every other moan kept getting hitched in the back of his throat. You went into overdrive at the mere thought of his release coming, with every thrust towards the back of your throat, you were sticking your tongue out in search for his balls when you reach the base. 

Jake finally felt the tip of your tongue grazing that soft spot on top of his balls. A deep guttural moan spilled out of him. “C’mon princess, just a little bit longer. Daddy’s gonna give you his special little treat.”

 As soon as those words fell from Jake's lips, you hollowed your cheeks as much as you could and put all your effort into just breathing in Jake. Placing your hands on both thighs, you let him take full control over your mouth. You could tell that Jake was ready to come any second, the tip of his cock kept swelling up in size. Jake was in a frenzy he couldn't stop. The thing that pushed him over the edge was you looking up at him one last time. He pushed himself all the way into the back of your throat, let out a loud groan and emptied his load down your throat. 

“Stay right there Princess. Don’t swallow yet. I’m going to take myself out of your mouth now, I want to see it in there.” 

Jake slowly slid his cock out of your mouth. Looking down at you to make sure that you were listening to him and not swallowing anything. He pulled you up to his height with a single hand around your throat. 

“Open up princess, let me see.” 

As you slowly opened your mouth, Jake slid two of his fingers in there and pulled them out. He was mesmerized looking at the cum threading through his fingers. 

“Look up at me” he jerked your head up with a hand under your chin. “Now you can swallow,” he closed your mouth with the force of two fingers pushing your jaw up. Jake beamed at you as he watched your throat move up and down, proving to him how much of a good girl you can be for him. 

Jake took your hand and led the way to his bedroom. He finally found his own little sugar baby, there was no way that he was going to let you get away that easy. 

“Hey Jake?” you spoke up. 

“You okay? What's up?” He turned around to face you.

 “Nothing, I just wanted to know if I could use the bathroom?” 

Jake gave a jerk of his head towards the door on the right, without speaking another word you headed in that direction. After opening the door, you startled yourself. Looking at the reflection in the mirror you couldn’t recognize yourself. Mascara was running down your cheeks, lips swollen and your hair looked crazy. Jake was kind enough to move it back from your face, but he seemed to pull out over half of it when he was holding you down to his pelvis area. Fuck, these knots are going to be a bitch to get out. Running your fingers through your hair, you peeked into the bedroom once again in search of Jake. With no luck you called out for him. He came out of his closet with a pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt.

 “Here. Change into these, it’s late. Taylor will drive you home in the morning.” Glancing from the clothes in his hands back up to his face you didn’t quite understand. 

“What are these for?” Jake looked a little bit taken back at your comment.

 “Like I said, change into them. There’s makeup wipes in the one drawer. You don’t have to stay here. You can stay in the guest room if you want. Once again, it’s late. Taylor will drive you home in the morning.” 

 At this point Jake was shoving the clothes into your hands, he didn’t give you any room to protest. Once you closed the door you slid down it and just kept thinking to yourself. 

What The Fuck Did I Just Get Myself Into.

#jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka fic #sugardaddy #sugardaddyxjake #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #jake kiszka #gvf fanfiction

[pricefi3ldz]

pricefield—a jealous max caulfield oneshot

summary; chloe doesn’t expect her teasing jokes to actually make max jealous. but they do.

a/n: this was a random idea i had that i wanted to quickly get out. my bad for any errors, hope you like it!

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“i think i’ve hooked up with every friend i’ve ever had.” chloe chuckled, gazing against max’s back who was busy robbing chloe of her clothes.

max turned around, raising her eyebrows at chloe’s words. “uh, you cereal?” the joke wasn’t hitting if it was supposed to be one.

“yeah,” chloe sat up on her bed, “now that i think about it, i guess i’m not exactly good at staying friends with people.”

max rolled her eyes, “you never tried anything with me.”

“course i did? look at us! we’re dating dumbass.” she smacked max’s side, making the girl shudder at the contact.

“you didn’t make any moves on me first.”

chloe couldn’t argue with that, since it took max to kiss her first for any progression between them to take place.

“mm thats because you couldn’t wait to kiss me!” chloe teased, biting her lip in amusement as max scoffed in denial.

“not true.”

——

if it weren’t for chloe’s comment yesterday, maybe max would’ve been more chill.

but now, as she waited out behind frank’s rv waiting for chloe, her stomach turned at the sight ahead.

there chloe stood, talking to a girl resembling someone she’d assume was the girl’s type. long blonde hair with purple highlights, tatted arms, and a sick septum piercing. somebody completely opposite of max’s style, but not so far off of a certain old flame who chloe had lost.

shit, she felt guilty for even dating chloe sometimes. the two probably seemed worlds apart, even if they were bonded with their shared memories.

lost in thought, max didn’t even notice as chloe walked back to her side, swinging her arm around her.

“yo super max, what’s with that face” chloe chuckled, leaning in to kiss the girl’s lips which snapped her out of the daze she was in.

“oh you came back” max sighed, giving her a small, yet uncomfortable smile.

“uh yeah,” chloe could sense the weird vibe around max. “did something happen while i was gone?”

max shook her head and sat in the car without another word.

for the remainder of the car ride, chloe tried to get max to cheer up, but max was busy in her head, ruminating over her thoughts. chloe hooked up with every single one of her friends huh? max couldn’t wrap her head around what she could’ve done with this new girl.

for the rest of the day, max felt pretty snappy, but insisted to chloe she was just on her period. not in the mood to talk.

chloe knew max too well for that though.

“so max, you gonna keep icing me out?” she sighed, standing over her while max looked down at her phone.

“i’m not” max mumbled, not making a very convincing argument.

“don’t give me that” chloe took max’s phone and set it down. she pulled max’s head up and pouted. “you’re scaring me.”

max shook her head out of chloe’s hand and looked up at her, leaning back against the bed. “fine fine i’ll stop.”

chloe smiled and sat beside her happily, propping her arm around max who flinched slightly.

“whats this? you don’t even want my touch now huh?” she was half sarcastic in her tone, but also genuinely looking for a response.

“chloe,” max started, looking down at her own hands while she fidgeted, “was that a friend of yours while we were at frank’s?”

chloe raised an eyebrow and nodded, “yeah, her name’s leila and she shows up sometimes. why?”

max stayed silent again, trying to collect her thoughts before she said something that’d make her sound like a possessive psychopath.

chloe’s eyes widened at the realization. “oh shit, you jealous or something?” she smirked, watching as max’s features visibly tensed at her words.

chloe laughed, she knew max was more jealous of a partner than she was, but the pettiness was unexpected—and adorable.

“well if you won’t say anything, i guess i’ll head down to leila’s.” max’s head turned to look at chloe now. “i’m sure she has plenty of words for me.”

max’s eyebrows furrowed, “very funny chloe” except, chloe genuinely found this entertaining.

“oh i know. leila reminds me of that everytime we speak” she taunts, giving max a wink. the teasing would kill max if she heard anymore, so she snapped and pulled the back of chloe’s head in, meeting her lips for a kiss.

chloe made a surprised sound at the sudden contact, feeling the blush that crept up on her cheeks. she was all talk until max’s lips were against hers and she felt her heart melt.

chloe moved her arms around max’s waist, hoisting the girl onto her lap to take some control of the kiss. she dragged her fingers over max’s skin peeking from her shirt, which max clearly seemed to be enjoying.

max was pretty easy to please. give her completely undivided attention, and the girl was content. but only if it happened to be chloe’s attention.

chloe pulled away after a few minutes, gazing at the flush on max’s face before chuckling. “so that was it? you’re a jealous little freak huh?”

max shook her head, noticeably flustered. “i’m not.. but yesterday, you know what you said.”

chloe’s face twisted in confusion as she traced everything from yesterday she might’ve said. eventually, she recalled what she said about her friends and let out a small ‘ooh’.

“oh max, you know i meant that about my past, right?” she spoke sincerely, “after you.. why would i need anybody else?”

max smiled slightly in delight, “well, what i said about you never making the first move on me still stands.” her voice came out thick with embarrassment.

chloe sighed and rubbed her hands along max’s back. “i just didn’t wanna fuck things up with you” a grin crept on her lips, “and you know, it was so hot for you to seriously kiss me.”

max felt another stupid blush painted on her face. “i thought i might’ve forced you into something and you started dating me out of pity.”

chloe shook her head, “fuck no. you’re my girl for life.” she pulled max closer “i’ve had things in the past, but i don’t regret that they’ve led me to you.”

max giggled in delight, “you’re speaking all softie like.”

“hm? you want me to give leila this softness instead?” max lightly smacked chloe’s arm while she laughed at her own joke in amusement. “you can’t lie, that was funny.”

max rolled her eyes playfully in response.

“but seriously, you know i wouldn’t dare to try anything with anybody else, right? i have you, you make me happy as fuck.”

max nodded, feeling finally relieved.

“leila’s cool, but not cool enough for me” she winked at max “you on the other hand, you’re SUPER max” she began to cover max’s face in aggressive little kisses from chin to forehead.

“thanks chloe,” max chuckled, still enjoying the kisses she was receiving “i love you”

chloe pulled away, taking one of her hands from max’s waist to stroke the girl’s cheek. “i love you even more.”

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not proofread <3

#life is strange #chloe price #pricefield #max caulfield #chloe price x reader #oneshot #max x chloe #chloe x max #max and chloe #rachel amber #amberfield

[yakuzacanons]

hiiii!!! I think I read your posts pretty much everyday and am loving absolutely everything you write!!

This one thought has been bothering me for a while: what would our boys think of their s/o being a foreigner? I guess some of them would pay no mind, some of them would be bothered at first, maybe some of them would even use their s/o as a token! What do you think?

Good question! Sorry for taking so long to get back to you. Last post of the night kiddos, see y'all tomorrow eve.

Kazuma Kiryu

Doesn't mind and doesn't care. People are people. He likes you because he likes you. It's that shrimple. Seriously though, it never phased him. He doesn't ask questions about it either. Feel free to share exactly as much or as little about your culture as you'd like.

Majima Goro

Similar mindset as Kiryu but he would ask some questions. Somewhat interested in cultural differences, like the fact that Americans don't take off their shoes before going inside. It's not always aimed at YOUR culture specifically, he's just curious.

Saejima Taiga

He's a little resistant at first. Saejima's a little more old school and likely always saw himself with a more traditionally Japanese spouse. Mildly confused at some of your cultural differences but gets used to them. His affections towards you are more powerful than his confusion. Besides, he's easily confused anyways by a lot of things.

Akiyama Shun

Thinks that it's really cool that you're a foreigner. Might even think that's what makes you so interesting in the first place, at least when you first meet. Tries to learn words in your language but never pronounces them well.

Tanimura Masayoshi

As a mixed race guy, he kind of relates to you. He's pretty respectful of your culture and enjoys sharing his with you but he would never pressure you to do the same. Mostly just accepts it as is, no questions asked.

Ryuji Goda

Like Akiyama, he likely finds your cultural differences enticing when he first meets you. Finds himself actually caring about your cultural and is pretty respectful of it. Goes out of his way to try to remember important holiday events from your culture. Would punch anyone who makes fun of you.

Nishikyama Akira

Generally prefers an Asian spouse but he's open to other possibilities. Kind of guy to dumbly ask "Why" or "Huh" when you do certain things that relate to your culture. Little bit dumb about it all. Doesn't exactly judge you though but he can be openly confused at times.

Daigo Dojima

Honestly he has never thought about dating a foreigner and probably thinks it's expected of him to have a Japanese spouse but doesn't let that stop him. Daigo's a big sweetheart when in love so where you're from or what culture you partake in doesn't bother him none. Genuinely supportive and loving all the way.

Mine Yoshitaka

Might be a little guilty of fetishizing your culture or using it as a token point of interest. What can I say, Mine really does want to look cool in front of everyone, even more than Nishiki. If you tell him, he'll immediately knock it off. He likely just didn't realize that it bothered you or offended you.

Tatsuo Shinada

Also guilty of making your culture or foreigner status into a token subject, but more so in the way he just asks a LOT of questions. He doesn't realize it makes you feel like you're a zoo animal or like a science project. His intentions are well placed though, he just doesn't know when to stop asking.

Ichiban Kasuga

He'll just be like "Okay, cool!" with a thumbs up. That's how much you being a foreigner affects him. Bless his gentle heart, he could never fathom how anyone could judge you or treat you differently just because you're a foreigner.

Tianyou Zhao

Sympathizes with your struggles and is really understanding. Would be down to share cultural foods or holidays with you, either from his culture or yours. He's just generally really chill about it.

Joon-Gi Han

Similar vibe as Zhao but would whoop the ass of anyone who made fun of you. He knows all too well what it's like to be outcast just because of who you are and how much that hurts and he'll be damned if you ever feel bad for being yourself.

#majima megaphone moment #yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku imagines #goro majima #majima goro #akiyama shun #akira nishikiyama #shun akiyama #nishikiyama akira #ryuji goda #taiga saejima #saejima taiga #rgg #joon gi han #zhao tianyou #tianyou zhao #tatsuo shinada #ichiban kasuga #kiryu kazuma #kazuma kiryu #tanimura masayoshi #daigo dojima #mine yoshitaka #yoshitaka mine

[mashimarshmello]

Just a Little Longer

pairings: choi hyunsuk × gn!reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed and vapes, swearing, cussing, kind of cliché, suggestive (a lot of kissing and/or making out and touching.) lmk if i missed anything. minors dni!

word count: 2.17k

"everybody make some noise!!!" the host of the party turns up the music, blasting it so loud that the neighbors could hear. it would only be minutes before they start complaining about the disruptive noise.

you on the other hand have been doing your own thing for an hour or so. talking to friends, dancing, sipping on cup of alcohol that barely even got you buzzed but you're okay with that. ever since you got settled in, the mixture of the weed and vapes are making your stomach hurt and your friend can tell you're uneasy. the smell is a little too strong for your liking so your friend grabs your hand.

"here, let me take you upstairs." they walk you up the stairs and take you to the back room.

you walk in and turn on the light, making your way to a chair to sit on.

"make sure to not close the door all the way. it's jammed from the inside, but if you get stuck, call me." your friend says as they leave the door cracked before leaving.

a few minutes in the room and your feeling a little better, deciding to go back to the party and find your friend. as you walk closer to the door, you get startled as a random guy runs into the room and slams the door shut. the man is hyperventilating as he brushes the hairs back that's fallen in his face.

he finally looks up to meet your eyes. the only facial expression that he could read from you was distraught. he was confused until you opened your mouth.

"why did you close the door? the handle is jammed on this side!" you yell at the guy in frustration.

"shit. i'm sorry, i forgot! there was some drunk that wouldn't get off me and i just hid somewhere!" he panics. you walk towards the door and bang on it as hard as you could.

the boy kept tugging on the handle trying to see if he could break open the door but it was no use. you two were stuck in a random person's room at a party your friend dragged you to.

you tried calling your friend but there were no bars on your phone. the boy with you didn't have his phone on him, claimed to have misplaced it. a few minutes pass by and you came to terms with being stuck in a room with a stranger for who knows how long.

right now, you're playing with a small rubber ball on on the bed while the stranger is making random beats across from you on a sofa. you hear him vibing and humming softly, therefore you pause your actions and observe him. but that doesn't last for long until he feels your eyes on him.

"...am i bothering you?" he asks, stopping to look at you. you were so spaced out looking at him, you didn't even realize he was talking to you.

"huh? i'm sorry, what did you say?"

"is my humming bothering you? i'll stop if it's too loud." he responds.

"no, it's not. i was just distracted." you start playing with the ball again. the guy spoke up again.

"what's your name?" he asks.

"y/n. you?"

"hyunsuk."

"well i'm sorry we had to meet this way, hyunsuk. stuck in a room with somebody you don't even know." you sigh, pressing the back of your head against the bed frame.

"i actually find it kind of peaceful. i'm always around a bunch of people anyway."

"really?" you raise an eyebrow. "wow, i guess i read you wrong."

"i'm assuming you read me based off how i look?" he questions and you nod your head.

"what did you even think about me?" he smiles.

"i had a feeling that you were more outgoing and on the extroverted side. you seem friendly and according to the last 5 minutes of me being stuck in here, you're also a music lover. you also have a good sense of fashion but that’s just a bonus."

hyunsuk was surprised by your observation. "at least you didn't describe me as an asshole." he laughs. his voice seems more welcoming now that you're engaging a conversation with him. you chuckle at his response as you huddle your body up in the bed.

"but honestly, you did pretty good. you weren't too far off." he compliments.

"yeah i know." you smile. "i just picked up your vibe and went with it."

while he's talking to you, he finds your smile nice to look at.

"how about we keep talking to pass the time? maybe it'll fly by faster." hyunsuk suggests. you nod and ask him and start off with a non surprising question. "what's your favorite music to listen to?"

the boy looks up and taps his chin. "hmm that's a good question." he takes a couple seconds to think. "i would say i like most genres but hip hop is my favorite."

"interesting." you sat up and fixed your posture. you tell him your favorite music as well, he says that you have good taste which causes you to smile. hyunsuk likes seeing your smile, so he tries to make you smile as much as he can.

"okay, next question. what are your hobbies?" he found you intriguing. you answer him and tell him all the things you like to do and end it with that you like sleeping a lot. he laughs at the last part of your reply.

"that's kinda funny because i don't sleep as much as the average person." you raise your eyebrows and ask him why he doesn't sleep that much.

"well, music is everywhere around me. i write and compose songs, i dance, make my own music, and i love it so much that i wish there was more time in one day so i can keep going."

"you're actually saying 24 hours isn't enough time in the day?" a shocking look appears on your face.

"crazy, right?" he smiles and looks down.

"maybe a little, but it just means you're determined and love what you do. you found what to do with your life and you make it happen." you rest your hand under your chin and look into his eyes. he mummers a thank you and shies away from you.

you slowly start finding interest in him and found it quite fascinating how he found out what to do with his life already. his winsome personality makes you want to talk to him even more.

"have you ever traveled?" you continue on.

"yes, actually."

"where? everywhere?" you say sarcastically.

"somewhat." he chuckles. "i've lost count. i just recently came back from japan, though."

your eyes broaden. "wow you've been to japan? i've always wanted to go. i heard it's so beautiful."

"beautiful is an understatement." he walks over to sit beside you and you didn't mind. as he sat by you, you smelled his scent as it hits your nose, reminding you of strawberries as you smile to yourself.

"you should definitely visit sometime." he nudges your shoulder, your smile beamed once more.

you kept talking to hyunsuk for a while as the time passes by. you don't know if you've been talking to him for 30 minutes or an hour but the way he made your heart slightly skip as he flashed a smile or grazed your leg with his knee — whether it was on purpose or on accident — you wanted it to keep going. you were kind of into the conversation and small banter you two were having.

then all of the sudden, you hear muffled sounds from the other side. you raise up quickly and make hyunsuk slightly jump.

"wait, do you hear that?" you turn your head and walk to the door. you put your ear up against the door. hyunsuk follows your lead and put his against the door as well.

"there are people close by. we can finally get out!" you quietly shout toward him. "wait!" before you bang on the door, hyunsuk grabs your fist. you look at him in confusion, wondering why he would stop you from getting someone to open the door.

"actually, can we stay in here for just a few more minutes?" he looks into your eyes with such infatuation. you furrow your eyebrows at him.

"i just really really like talking to you..."

"...maybe we can stay in here for a little longer?" his hinting was vague, but sly enough for you to figure out what he meant.

you don't hesitate and lean closer to his face, grazing the bottom of his lip with yours.

he can already tell you're a tease as he smiles while your lips just barely touch his. he can't help but wait any longer. he pulls you into him as your lips connect for the first time.

the rush of adrenaline you have comes out of nowhere and takes over. you take him back to the bed and lay him down. you hover over him and press your lips on him again. the kiss had butterflies floating in your stomach. hyunsuk wrapped his hands around your waist and licked the bottom of your lip and slowly bit it, asking for more.

you slightly smirk and give back the same energy. his hands slide up your waist, pulling you in closer as you tug on his shirt. you part ways for a few seconds so he can give you the green light. he nods and you proceed to take off his shirt. then you target his neck, gently kissing and nipping at his skin as he responds with a sigh and tightening his hands around you.

you don't think you have ever felt this way. the idea of you and him alone has you feeling driven, and you know it's not the alcohol because it's not even in your system anymore.

you kiss back up to his lips and a "please" escapes him. you take his hand and slowly drag it down your body until he touches the hem of your shirt. he helps you pull your shirt off quickly and throw it to the side. hyunsuk feels you up and down gradually as he kisses down your neck.

you make your way to his jeans and grab them until you hear the door open.

"y/n? are you still in here- wow." your friend came in and walked in on you and the shirtless man. hyunsuk's face is flushed all over while you were relieved and let out the breath you were holding onto.

"thank god it's only you, you scared the hell out of me." you press your hand on your heart.

"i see you got a little busy? sorry to ruin it but my mom is telling me i've got an appointment tomorrow morning so we gotta go." they flash a fake smile. "i'll let you say your...goodbyes." they leave the door cracked.

you turn back around to see hyunsuk putting his shirt back on. you internally pout and almost fail to recognize the redness covering his face. but then you let out a chuckle and grab his face. "are you blushing because of what happened before or after my friend caught us?"

"stop it." he smiles looking away nervously. he sees your shirt and holds it in front of you. "you're probably gonna need this."

"haha very funny." you both laugh as you stand up and put on your shirt and hyunsuk follows.

"well tonight was fun." you smirk, playing with his shirt that was once discarded from him.

"oh really? which part?" he bites his lips and he looks at yours. "all of it." you respond, giving him one last kiss before you go.

"just making sure it wasn't when you first yelled at me."

"what, did i scare you?" you ask. "no."

you raise an eyebrow. "maybe.." he mumbles. you laugh and grab a pen from beside you and write your phone number on his arm before heading out of the room.

"text me." you say as you leave and your friend rushes you down the stairs eye boggling you until you two reach a quieter place.

"hyunsuk? choi hyunsuk? you lucky bitch!" they yell. you laugh at their surprised, yet impressed expression upon their face.

"what about him?"

"what about him?! he's hot!" your friend lightly shoved your shoulder. "yeah, i guess he's nice on the eyes." you shrug.

"both of your shirts were off and now all you're saying is that he's nice on the eyes?'" they quote.

you admit he's really pretty and really nice to talk to. a whole different vibe from anyone you ever met, but you decided to keep that from your friend so you wouldn't get your hopes up.

"do you know anything about him..that i should know?" you ask, scratching your head trying to come off as nonchalant as possible.

your friend scoffs at you. "i knew it, i knew you liked him."

#treasure imagines #treasure scenarios #hyunsuk imagines #hyunsuk scenarios #treasure #treasure fluff #treasure smut #hyunsuk fluff #hyunsuk x reader #choi hyunsuk #trsr #trsr drabbles #trsr scenarios #trsr imagines #trsr fluff #trsr x reader #trsr hyunsuk #trsr hyunsuk imagines #trsr hyunsuk scenarios #choi hyunsuk imagines #choi hyunsuk scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop au #treasure hyunsuk #hyunsuk x gn! reader

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

i love when the subject of modern au for the arcana comes up cause my only metric of judgement for it is What are you gonna do with Muriel. is he still. you know. practically homeless

cause it can be done well i believe it!! but i mean its interesting to me cause theres so many um. cultural differences i guess i can call it, and ramifications and implications and fucking more thesaurus words we get it to consider in comparing our "everyone has to have a document about *Everything*, whats your assigned number at birth, let me record you with 50 cameras at all times just in case, gimme your PapERS HOW OLD ARE YOU WHATS YOUR GRANDMAS MAIDEN NAME NO IM NOT SELLING YOU THIS CARTON OF EGGS UNTIL YOU TELL ME" society (Admittedly! not every single place in the world today is like this necessarily!!! so you can just put them someplace else and work from there!!! but youd have to know how life there actually looks like And also wait whats the point of this au if everything ends up the same lmao i wanted asra to have tiktok and work at starbucks what are we doing here) vs the old timey fantasy world presented in the game where its just "yeah sure you can go live in a forest theres no fences here lol bye dont get dysentery" which is how the world used to be i guess and thats so fun to ponder for me lol we really were just monkeys fucking about with sticks huh. good times

man this is why i dont actually write fanfics i get too lost in four different trains of thought and dont finish any of them lmao and i guess also cause of the "i Cant POSSIBLY write this story about kissing a dude if i cant describe the sociopolitical climate in this neighbourhood in the netherlands after the Batavian Rebellion and how it influenced the contemporaneous fauvistic arT MOVEMENT with UTMOST ACCURACY cause THATS WHAT HIS FAVOURITE PAINTING WAS THE ONE THAT SHOWS UP IN THIS THREE SECOND BLURRY BACKGROUND CLIP OF THIS SCENE IN HIS APARTMENT AND IS CRUCIAL TO HIS CHARACTER AND I HAVE TO NAIL IT WHAT DONT YOU GET" type personality i got going which i guess writers deal with by just going full "lol whatever i am god here and i make law" mode

i just started thinking about this cause of the new story on dorian in a modern au i got pretty hype about it teehee but yeah muriel hasnt shown up yet so i got into that whole spiral about wHERE ARE THEY GONNA PUT ME BOYE AAAGJHFN i hope he gets a good outfit lmao i love jules' vibe but i looked at asra n went aw Hell naw hed be way better dripped out you done my boy dirty cmon man. pashas hawaiian shirt tho fucking we're so back lets go lesbians hkdyyifulj Anyway they made lucio a wholeass bilionaire which had me shook a lil for some reason but i can see him as a total ~Musk-esque~ archetype lmaooo like that is literally so him, just barges in and makes people have good ideas for him gikgststnv oh god i hope theres not any elon fans reading this cause theyre not gonna appreciate that oh fudge ok lets get back to the point which was uuuuhhhhhhhhhh oh yeah i liked your muriel lives in a van concept i thought its good! yeah thats what i wanted to say. what a tumultuous journey i just had to invent to arrive here.

Oh yeah, I've been seeing a lot more posts and questions about the arcana's modern au, and it's why I was so happy to dig up all those old ask arcana posts! I'm so glad we have all that canon content from way back when, it was so sad that I could only put ten images in one post T~T

And Muriel definitely lives off the grid - I also remember another ask arcana that said in modern times he'd wear a cable knit sweater on top and leather pants and demonias on bottom and that works so well for him XD

Here's the screenshots since the links haven't been working:

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #ask arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel the arcana #the arcana game

[oneatlatime]

The Fortuneteller

(A title which I am itching to divide into three words instead of two because boy does 'Fortuneteller' look stupid - seriously, stare at it for a bit and see how fast it starts looking like Fortun Eteller)

The last couple of episodes have had a contemplative character, so I'm rooting for this one to be a silly one. Also more Sokka please. Poor guy gets demoted to one liners in the B-plot whenever Aang is the main focus.

Episode Time!

We start this episode off with a potential love interest for Sokka.

I had completely forgotten that Katara used to have a necklace. I'd also completely forgotten that she'd lost it. When did she lose it?

Aang-o-vision has a pretty heavy rose-tinted filter - literally.

Told you it was a love interest.

The NOISE Sokka makes when the fish slaps him! I love it. Hang on I'm going to rewind and listen to it again.

Yep. Still as good the second time.

Oh wow! Aang just got Momo-zoned. Gotta say I'm not a fan of a romantic relationship between Aang and Katara at this point, so I'm all for some Momo-zonage.

Platypus bear! Finally some hybrid animals. I was beginning to wonder if that would ever come back.

Is this guy a martial arts master or an idiot?

I'm leaning towards idiot.

Friendly reminder of Appa's size. That's a lot of molars. No canines or incisors? Guess he's an obligate herbivore.

Is sniffing eggs something that people do? I get sniffing melons or other produce, but eggs?

Yep. Floppy hat guy is an idiot.

Aang buddy you might want to get that checked out.

And with a mighty squelch, the egg fulfills this episode's Beat Up Sokka quota.

Appa shakes!

Those are weird ducks.

I don't know a thing about anime, but that's the most anime-looking guy I've seen in this show. Is this show an anime?

Meng-o-vision is red-tinted. Probably doesn't bode well.

Also, Meng could give Zuko some lessons on how to style Pipi longstocking hair. Someone with more photoshop skills than me needs to make a Zuko with Meng hair.

"Don't be modest, they're huge!" Presented without comment. I'm not going to say a thing. But we all thought it.

Katara is totally the kind of girl who would fall for fortune telling. We've seen (multiple times) that she is gullible. Actually, now that I think about it, we've had multiple episodes where Katara gets swept up in something a healthy dose of skepticism would have guarded her from - Jet and The Great Divide come to mind. The writers are really hammering the 'Katara is susceptible to romantic nonsense and Sokka is a science-minded skeptic' message home. Is this going to play some bigger part in the show going forward? Why else would we be on version number (arguably) 3 of this same plot?

Aang and Sokka took off their shoes, but Katara didn't. Huh.

Pinky out. Classy.

I am not digging the Aang x Katara stuff in this episode. I'm with Sokka on this one - let's pretend it was a stellar bathroom break.

Aunt Wu is being unnecessarily antagonistic to Sokka. First he gets an egg on his head, then Momo steals his bean puffs, now Aunt Wu tells him his life's going to suck. I should have been more specific when I hoped for a Sokka episode. I didn't mean a beat up Sokka episode.

Aang. Priorities honey. Honestly, Aang casually dismissing his destiny after all that build up did get a laugh out of me.

A god-like figure coming to have his fortune read and only wanting to know about his love life would give me a headache too.

Add malicious signage to the Beating Up Sokka list.

"The fluffy bunny cloud forecasts doom and destruction." I bet that's the first time that sentence has appeared in the English language.

These people are stupid. Blazing Saddles style 'common clay of the New West' stupid. It would take, what, a day? to run a visual check on the volcano. But nope. Too much work. Listen to me I'm morphing into Sokka.

Katara giving off some serious fangirl vibes.

Katara is officially addicted to fortune telling.

Live footage of me watching these village idiots.

Add duck to the list of Things Which Assault Sokka. Gotta love those duck noises though.

Sokka is getting dangerously close to advising negging here. Also Meng deserves better. Her poor pigtails droop in disappointment. Girl has sentient hair - she deserves better.

Papaya? When you don't like papaya? Just because some old lady said so? Too far. That's not even teenage nonsense; that's tweenage nonsense. I kind of feel like sending Katara to her room. Actually it's just like that one line Log Man said in the Jet episode. Something like 'He tells us what to do and how to think and things all turn out right.' Outsourcing your decision-making. Which, by the way, is both nonsense and cult-like. Then again, the lost boys freedom fighters pretty much worshipped Jet the way this village worships Aunt Wu, so... parallels?

So if this guy got the panda lily himself, doesn't that mean that he recently went up the mountain? Couldn't he have had a peak inside while he was up there? Would have taken an extra 20 seconds.

"Flowers are fine once you're married" Somebody get this boy to Victorian times. If he ever sees an ankle he'll self-combust.

You have a flying bison. Why don't you fly up instead of climb?

This is totally live action fire copy-pasted in to the animation. There has got to be a more technical term for that than copy-pasted.

Raise your hand if you saw the twist with the volcano coming. (I did I swear. Blue spirit was an outlier).

Forget Appa, why didn't Aang just fly up?

"They just won't listen to reason." "But they will listen to Aunt Wu." So the mountain comes to Mohammed. I guess talking to people in a way they understand / will listen to is a good lesson for an avatar to learn. I thought he'd learned that one in The Great Divide though. Either way this episode is getting increasingly frustrating.

Can Meng get a hug? She seems astonishingly self-aware and emotionally mature for a kid. Also way too smart for this podunk town. I may rescind the hug in light of the stalking.

Well, it's not exactly subtle, but at least volcanic doom isn't a fluffy bunny.

Look at those yummy purples. Finally an episode where it's light enough to have a beautiful sky. My collection of wallpapers was suffering.

Digging a lava trench might work, if the volcano is going to put out a gallon or two of lava. This must be a baby volcano.

Nevermind.

The ashes effect feels oddly 3-D.

I guess to an avatar this kind of challenge is small potatoes.

Totally ignoring the Aang x Katara stuff for a minute, I'm with Sokka on this one too, because I also had forgotten that Aang is a superbender. He didn't even need to go glowy.

If I lived in this village that redesign would absolutely give me nightmares. Are those mega claws of doom structurally sound?

I am going to punch this man.

Aunt Wu's final speech to Aang makes me think that at least she's not indulging in her own product as it were. I suppose a con artist (whose services are free, so, just jerking around a village for shits and giggles?) is better than an actual believer?

MENG!!!

Final Thoughts

This episode has me thinking about stories. Part of the reason Katara wants to believe in nonsense like fortune telling is because she is someone inclined to listen to / believe in stories. I think the opening monologue of the first episode mentioned something about her grandmother's stories. Katara was raised on stories and very much took them to heart as more than just entertainment. And you can't blame her for believing the conceits of stories could be possible in their world, not after the events of episode one dumped the star of those stories in her lap. Just so long as she doesn't confuse a belief in stories with a belief in happy endings. There is a war going on in their world, and judging by the stuff that the show did not shy away from discussing or implying in episodes like The Southern Air Temple and The Storm, I am willing to bet good money that there will be a couple of unhappy endings ahead. Not permanently unhappy; this is a kids' cartoon. But there will probably be setbacks and disappointments.

Would Katara have astrology nonsense in her dating profile?

"The fluffy bunny cloud forecasts doom and destruction" is going to be incorporated into my daily vocabulary.

Platypus + bear are interesting choices for a hybrid animal, since a platypus is about 15 normal animals smashed together anyway. A platypus bear is the swiss army knife of animals. Or the Mr. Potato Head.

At first I thought that Aunt Wu was a benevolent meddler (see putting together the couple with the panda lily), but she also advised that one guy to never bathe, which doesn't benefit anyone in any way that I can see. So I've concluded that she's a Bumi level ("it's pretty fun messing with people") shit-stirrer instead. Her services may be free, but she manages to pay for a very big house, an assistant in Meng, and anime guy the bodyguard(?) so I guess grateful villagers give her donations? However she's doing it, she's got it made.

There was some sort of running theme with those large blue-billed ducks that lived in the village. If that was meant to have more meaning than just a running visual gag, I didn't pick up on it.

Meng had a surprising amount of depth and insight for what (I assume) is a one-episode character. Stalking aside, I liked her.

This episode's humourous look at the stupidity of the village (in fact the science denial of the village) is not as funny as it would have been in a pre-covid denial, pre-antivax, pre-"global warming is a hoax" world. A shallow viewing of this episode is still funny because the villagers are just SO dumb (except Meng), but the more you think about the villagers' actions and the conclusions they reach at the end of the episode (to not change AT ALL - at least the tribes made up in The Great Divide, a similarly idiot-filled episode), the more you morph into Sokka. These people have denied reality so hard that it's frustrating rather than funny to watch. Their head in the sand approach is not cute anymore.

I really wanted to like this episode. Like I said before, I wanted a goofy fun episode after the one-two punch of the last two episodes, but this one rapidly went from goofy to frustrating. I can't tell if it's because I'm not the target audience (i.e. too adult) or if it's because much of the world is currently drowning in various forms of misinformation and science denial. I know this episode isn't supposed to be deep - it's supposed to be setup for Aang & Katara as a (hopefully very distant) couple. That's all. And the message at the end about shaping your own destiny (i.e. taking an active part in your life) is a good message, and thematically relevant to the avatar, who presumably is at least somewhat responsible for shaping the whole world's destiny. But damn if this episode doesn't make my teeth itch.

Pros: Sokka had some great lines. Appa got to shake. There were pretty backgrounds. The noise Sokka made when he got slapped by the fish was a thing of beauty.

Cons: Aang and Katara are not allowed to date until they're 35. I will smack each villager individually upside the head with a science textbook. Meng deserved better.

Maybe I'm just not in the mood for this episode. I'll stick it on the rewatch list just for the Sokka fish noise.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #the fortune teller #it should be THREE words fight me #avatar the last airbender

[hanbindans]

sunday crossword (z.h drabble)

word count: 930 a/n: MY FIRST DRABBLE AHHHHH to be honest I am terribly nervous about how this will be received but I guess there is only one way to find out. This is heavily inspired by the song sunday crossword by J.Maya (as you can tell by the title hihi) and if you listen to it you can maybe understand the vibes I was going for better.... 🤓 also this is only semi-edited so pls don't hate me if there's mistakes somewhere

We go through high school and our early twenties thinking we need to be less us and more someone else if we are to be worthy of love. We make smalltalk and laugh politely at our coworker's jokes and even though it leaves a plastic taste on our tongues, this is just what one has to do to be an adult!! And even though it feels like it hurts more than it does us good, and we reach a point where we think that actually, wouldn't it be better if everyone was just more weird?? But even though we want to stop apologising for having weird and niche interests our fear of being known is stronger than our want to be loved.

The kind love we dream of when we are kids doesn't exist. Where someone is willing to let you in into their home as you are and embrace you in spite of all the things you failed at today. The happy, red rose bouquets and butterflies in your stomach, grandiose professions, large romantic gestures, treating you like you're the single most important person in the world, is too perfect to be true. It's only for Hollywood movies.

Still, what else can you do, when you're young and dating? You suck it up. You look and act your best self- convincing yourself and each other that there's nothing special or unique about you. You're just normal.

That's exactly why everyone needs a reliable bestie- who makes you comfortable enough to be your unapologetic self, and slouch down and manspread in your seat. That bestie of yours is Zhang Hao. The person who's willing to empty his Sunday schedule every weekend so you can go on a morning walk, get croissants and coffee at the local coffee shop, and walk back to his apartment to munch on pastries and coffee as you solve the weekly crossword in peace- like people in their 70's do.

"And get this, I asked SO many questions to him, because he was like really interested in sports, right? But he didn't ask a single question about my books, which is my interest."

Hao's keys jingle against each other as he unlocks his front door and throws them on the kitchen counter. He hasn't given any long responses during your 15 minute rant, but does alternate between "mhmm"s and "uh-huh"s to show that he's paying attention.

"Isn't it like common courtesy to at least pretend to care about your date's hobbies? He was just like, "oh, I don't read books", and then didn't ask a single question!! As if I was asking him questions because I give a damn about sports!! I don't need him to share my interests, I just need him to let me talk about them."

You leave the coffees and paper bag with croissants on the coffee table and throw yourself on the couch, spreading your limbs out comfortably with no care to leave space for Hao.

"That's why you need me, who does share your interests, and even lets you take over my apartment", Hao lifts your legs and sits on the other side of the couch, placing your shins on his lap. "If you found another guy who would keep you company while you do the crossword I would be replaced."

"the point is not for you to just keep me company, it's to actually solve the crossword with me. you just sit there and read"

Hao does a cheers towards you with his croissant, smug smile on his face, and takes a bite before digging into his fantasy novel. He uses your pant-leg as a napkin to wipe off the crumbs on his fingers.

You take a big swig of coffee and start to study your weekly crossword. Even though he is useless at helping you with the crossword (he can't count the number of letters in a word as he says it out loud), he is indeed way better company than the dude-bro you're dating. He doesn't make you feel stupid or weird about your interests and sharing your favourite movie with him doesn't feel like tearing yourself open. There's no pressure to say something funny, or to say something at all, to look presentable or to be in a good mood. You're having a lazy morning, sitting in your pyjama pants and with pastry crumbs on your t-shirts, and there's an almost holy sense of peace and comfort. This hour or two every weekend is reserved for relaxing and recovering from all the other people in your life. It is sacred. A time to feel like you're just existing as yourself. Even when you've had boyfriends, Hao was always there to do the Sunday crossword with you.

"6 letter word, it has to include an O and a V."

He marks the sentence he's reading with his finger. "Glove?"

"That's 5 letters, dummy."

"Language", he quips and slaps your ankle lightly. "I'm offering you free croissants and my whole couch. And most importantly good company."

A defeated sigh slips from you. "Right", you whisper to yourself, and let the room fall back into comfortable silence.

Wouldn't it be better if everyone was just more weird? And we stop apologising so much for having niche interests and start building genuine, meaningful relationships instead? Being honest is scary but it also lets us find equally honest people. Like best friends who want to sit next to you while you solve your crossword.

"The word was 'lovers'."

"Ahaaa..." Hao's curiosity is quenched with that answer, and he takes another bite from his croissant before continuing his book.

#zb1 scenarios #zerobaseone scenarios #zb1 reactions #zb1 imagines #zb1 fluff #zb1 drabbles #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone drabbles #zb1 #zerobaseone #zhang hao #zhang hao imagines #zhang hao zerobaseone

[plegg-culture-is]

Fannish plegg carton culture, specifically protogenic-endogenic plegg culture that later finds itself to be full of permanent resident soulbonds is —

In very very early childhood:

*Projections literally playing H.O.R.S.E or whatever that basketball game is. Of course the main fronter never played, because they are too short.*

"Huh!! Well I mean those barbecue sauce was spicy before but it's 0.05 seconds later and I feel completely different as a person and also this barbecue sauce is no longer spicy. Oh well. The teacher called me a liar over barbecue sauce so I'm gonna be a shithead to them and have a meltdown"

In middle school:

"What would Gohan do if he was in this world???"

"What would Jayfeather do if he were in this world??"

"OMG. WHAT WOULD. IZAYA ORIHARA DO IF HE WAS IN THIS SITUATION JIST SOME MIDDLE SCHOOLER NOW"

*Has full-ass slow changing "see through my eyes" quasi-ceremonies based solely on vibes since we didn't have innerworld completely built yet*

*Chasing each other in hallways and all people saw was a small autistic child running for no reason lol*

"Why the fuck can I never feel my face when something horrible happens to us me? Also I relate too much to Silver from Pokémon HeartGold/SoulSilver"

In high school:

"Yep just Gon and Killua from Hunter×Hunter chillin' over there. Nobody can see 'em and these feel pretty distinct from hallucinations considering I can't literally see them. Eh. Maybe just imagination."

*Checking out a pro-endogenic blog in 2015* "Yup I am just a curious singlet"

*Still chasing ourselves through hallways just less or more hidden because people are stupid.* Why the fuck am I so angry all of the time. Why the fuck do I feel like there should be more to all of this.

"Hhhh Illumi Zoldyck from Hunter×Hunter patting my head is completely normal. So is pretending I am Ethan from Pokémon HeartGold/SoulSilver I'M NOT PRETENDING ThOUGH??? I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO CALL THIS all I know is I am definitely Ethan, , not Ethan? And Illumi Zoldyck is petting my head and we are working at a McDonald's right now. What the fuck is happening" *Proceeds to ignore this and never tell anyone until we are today years old*

"My vitriol for Hisoka Morrow of Hunter×Hunter has three sides to it. I hate him and his canon. I have no clue how to explain the other two sides to this and I cannot stand my friend obsessing over this character" *Proceeds to also ignore this one too, and never tell anyone until we are today years old*

In university:

"Hey 30 year old Gladion idk if you're actually a figment of my imagination anymore but yeah sure your sister Lily and her daughter Mei can chill in here in this brain for awhile. Does this mean I'm genderfluid lol?" (Narrator: this is, in fact, NOT what genderfluidity is supposed to feel like.)

"Oh well I guess Itonai from Assassination Classroom is just decided to sleep in the bed tonight. Get the fuck off of my bed ya lazy bum. Noooo it's just wei — get back in our head you freak (//lovingly, platonic)"

*Just feeling fucking uncomfortable around sysmedicalists but especially the sysmedicalists who were anti-endogenic as well (yes there are pro-endogenic sysmeds!! Uhm but definitely not plural, nope)*

"I am now talking to these projections while brushing my teeth. Lucifer from The Devil Is A Part-Timer has literally crash-landed into our brain along with Emilia Justina. Wtf?"

*Discovers the word endogenic yet again and gets the weird euphoria again*

*Maybe our late second year at university, at fucking 11PM, after anime club finishes — Kusuo Saki just fucking chilling on top of the table via projection* "Heeey so remember that one time in high school where you had weird daydreams about that pink-haired psychic boy and the blonde with drills? Welp, Mami Tomoe picked me up on the way here —" *Queue freakout of the main fronter at this point*

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SO ANYWAYS that is. Uh. Some Stuff(tm) yaaay, anyways the good thing about this is we don't think our queer shit would ever, ever be as fucking weird as our plurality shit in the context of the societal context and chronological context we, Rusanya, live in, so figuring out we're aceplex (since we found the plurality first and asexuality is more of a veil) was mostly just an "AHA okay then lol" and we just kind of slap every label on the planet onto us that we like that we think applies, both on an individual and collective level. :D

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#plegg culture is #pluralgang #plurality #actuallyplural #plural system #egg carton #submission #anendoandfriendo #protogenic #endogenic #fannish #long post

[spotsupstuff]

What was capers realization he had feelings for his technician like? Was he confused trying to figure out what the feeling was since I imagine love and romance aren't very widely discussed amongst ancients of higher circles. If so how did he end up finding a word for the feeling? Was it just going through historical records? Old poetry? Accidentally stumbling upon a very cheesy romance novel?

And what was his reaction to finally figuring it out?

well he didn't actually figure it out proper until later! you can see that in the post about him "asking Sparrows out" (i'm still not over that wording)

first they got to a point of being good friends, which happened thanks to Sparrows being so fucking.. nonchalant about everything. she's super awkward around people like her, but thanks to Boreas' bullshit she feels pretty safe with the tincans (funnily enough). from there Euros was like "Man, i want... more. i want to more. i just wanna give her more and i'd like more in return but how would...." n he came to the conclusion that what he wants is some sort of mutual worship of each other (he knew about romance from his research, yeah, but that is always looked down upon up there even though it shows up in movies so he thought that he's feeling something else. something inherently good.)

which yeah! weird! but he Is prayed to by the citizens of Ales and he views the worship as a sort of high adoration/love. it doesn't show with his interactions with Sparrows, but he does have a lil bit of a god complex. being in a relationship with Sparrows rids him of it though

so anyway, as in that post, he proposes with That. Sparrows is like "holy Shit. oh my Fuck. what the frrfrfgrgfgh???" but she's a reasonable kind woman so instead of flat out rejection she asks him to talk about it with her before coming to a decision

they talk for like an hour or so. just kind of explaining what's going on within themselves- especially Euros does his best to explain what's going on in that Hivemind of his. then Sparrows vibe checks it with "bro nah, that's romance you are describing here. like romantic love???" "but romantic love is wrong. i don't feel in the wrong, so it has to be something else." "yea, that's because the first statement is a bullshit" "huh."

so Spars has to explain That, using her parents as an example of romantic love not being wrong in the slightest and admitting that before she went to school she had a few crushes and hoped that one day she'd settle down n have lil bitlets and all that- and none of that is wrong! so Euros has a crisis for a sec about That n has to ponder it for a bit. so Sparrows sits down comfortably and waits for him to come to a conclusion while tryin to figure out for herself if she wants to get together with a "godly" supercomputer (loaded definition, insert all the rain trauma here) n settles for "eh, why not. we'll see how it turns out. worst case scenario we break up n go back to normal. might be a neat experience to learn from i guess"

n then Euros comes back to his puppet and just goes

"WHATTTTTTTTTT THE HELL, YOU HAVE A POINT I AM IN THE ROMANCE???????" n Sparrows replies with a laughing fit

n then they shake their hands on being boyfriend and girlfriend as if they just made a deal

#spot says stuff #rw #oc tag #''so with the worship thing i just thought id get to sing you a lot of praises daily but if we are in romance and you are my girlfriend...- #-does that....... mean i get to cuddle?????? you????????????'' ''-puts her hand up in a calming gesture- Eventually. Not Yet.'' ''awgh''

[tommyssupercoolblog]

Writing Pattern Tag Game

@bootlegfrank tagged me and @septiccoffeefreak - who shares this post w me because we're writing partners >:3 (frank tagged us indirectly. and then directly because i responded saying i was gonna do it. so in-indirect-diretly(??))

Rules: list the first lines(s) of your last 10 fics and see if there's a pattern. I also said where each one is from in case u don't wanna scroll through our ao3 and do the math urself!!!

all these fics except one r RPF, sooo BE WARNED. i'm putting everything under da cut, and i'm also putting my reblog banner since fanfiction!!! is!!! art!!!

Seán’s about ready to burn his entire calendar.

from "Scheduling Conflicts and How To Cope - A Guide For The Busy Homosexual"

Tommy hates LA with every fiber of his being.

from "City Of Angels"

it's cold, and it hurts.

from "The Part Where it Gets Better (Lads rescue AU)", and also THIS SOUNDS SO WEIRD OUT OF CONTEXT LIKE WHAT'S COLD??? it's water. the water is cold. this is the character based one btw. WE FOUND IT, THE NON-RPF!!!

Tommy inspects Seán’s behelit tattoo carefully, running his thumb over it a little, then kisses it.

I fucking would. kissing all his tattoos right now. mwah. this goddamn MOOD is from "There's No Place Like Home"

Ethan N3st0r was not expecting Seán to still be awake at three AM, even though with jet lag considered, he really fuckin should have.

I censored the name for search but it's not like that in the fic, that's just for tumblr. anyway, from "Three Drabbles In Which Tommy and Seán are bad at Keeping Secrets"

Ethan's the one to bring it up first, on Brain Leak, of all things.

OPENING WITH ETHAN AGAIN LMAOO. this is from "And Suddenly, It Makes Sense."

"So, who would have thought, huh? T0mmy1nn1t and Jacks3pt1c3y3, famous YouTubers, passed away in their sleep on the same night."

censored for tumblr again. from "Count your Soulmates- There's only one."

Seán and Tommy have sleepovers sometimes.

from "kissing practice". very original opening line /sar /lh (also tbh i feel awful about em being evil in this one :( I know its fanfic and i can do whatever I want but like. idk. i'm not accusing em of being mean IRL okay??? OKAY))

Seán spends about fifteen minutes pacing and staring at himself in the mirror, doing breathing exercises his therapist taught him and trying not to rub or scratch his wrists too much.

from "Puppy Love", the closest we've ever gotten to full misce posting on main

They were gluing ducks to a jeep the first time it happened.

FROM "PETNAMES" AND ALSO THE BEST OPENING LINE EVER

INTERPRETATION TIME!!!!

soooo yeah!!! we like to jump right into action as well but I think it's safe to say our autistic ass habits of giving exposition for everything lead to the specific outcome of starting in the middle of a scene, WITH an explanation of the scene. like we're already in the middle of something going on but also sometimes it's exposition at the same time somehow?? or like right after these first lines. idk maybe that's just me????

the way it's usually less (character does this) and more (character does this BECAUSE ____ // character is doing this and FEELING ____) feels like it's trying to give context, to me. but again idk maybe just me

TIME FOR SEÁN'S READING:

@septiccoffeefreak - "What I'm noticing here is more along the lines of just, how we almost always seem to open with a person. Usually by their actual name(s) too and not just a pronoun. I understand what you mean, Tommy, but I don't personally get that vibe? You could totally be right, of course, I just don't pick up on that. I defenitely notice, though, just how many of these are sentences where the literal first word is a name. the two exceptions to that are the pronoun "they" (which is still a person- or two people actually), and then water.

I guess the dialogue could also be considered an exception, but I don't think it counts since it also directly references us as characters.

and that's not something you necessarily have to do. You could open describing scenery or objects, or with dialogue that DOESN'T have the names of the characters in it- you could open with wind through a blade of grass or a character cursing under their breath or someone's cellphone crashing to the pavement or something. So it's definitely an "us" thing, it's a quirk of our writing style and not just normal writing. I don't know if like, we ALWAYS do this, but I do know that in these ten fics you pulled we do. I wouldn't be surprised if we did it like literally all the time as well, but I'm not going to pretend to know every first line we've ever penned to paper. or...print?? I don't fucking know, here, I'm just analyzing sentences on the internet for a tagging project.

Sorry if this ramble is kind of long, I hope it's at least interesting though??? sort of interesting? kind of interesting, in it's own way, hopefully. at least mildly, like a video you didn't turn on but aren't really reaching for the mouse/remote on to change it. You know?? Yeah. Like that. Or more interesting then that, hopefully. Thanks for uh, reading or, whatever, listening if you have a screen reader i guess, I'm getting nervous and it's very obvious because i'm rambling so I'm gonna hand things back off to the birthday boy, Toms. wish Tommo a happy birthday or I swear to fucking god your liver will be missing in the morning and you'll find it at the bottom of your morning cup of coffee."

back to me:

LMAO

wow omg i love my babygirl,,,, that made me laugh >:p

ANYWAYS. i didn't notice that!! oh em gee,,,,, name moment.

YOU SHOULD DO THIS TOO AND SEE IF YOUUUU SEE ANYTHING!!!!!

I'M TAGGING @kalcifers-blog AND.... no one else because all my other mutuals who i know for a fact write have paused as far as i'm aware, bc they're into mcyt RPF like I am and the w1lbvr situation put them on hiatus. and i don't know if any of them are back to feeling up to writing stuff.

I don't write about w1bvr ever and didn't watch him so I wasn't that affected but a lot of people were even if they just watched so like... Kalcie ur alone on here i'm SO SORRIE. ALSO this is /nf so u don't have to if u dont want to :p :3 >:D :000 >:PPPP :000 >:00

#i made a textpost #tommy's og art wow #fanfic #rpf fanfiction #rpf #fanfic rpf #rpf fanfic #fanfiction rpf #tagging game #tag game #tag chain #writting pattern tag game #septicinnit #literally all of these RPF fics. are septicinnit

[jennyandvastraflint]

Xena reactions S1Ep3 (I unfortunately don't have English reactions for the first two eps. They're at least half in German)

Xena Episode 3

Awww, Gabrielle training. (sword stuckkkk)

"You're lucky the tree was unarmed" 😂

Wisdom before weapons

Xena three seconds later: *pulls sword*

NOOOO, GABRIELLE BABYYY kein Schwert!

Uh oh. Orpheus? Or Morpheus? *rewinds* yeah, no idea. Probably Morpheus. Cos title: Dreamworker

"I'm waiting for you to say it for me" Pfft, the lesbianism

Gabrielle... No swordies for u

Oh yeah. Morpheus.

"You must be experienced then." "I've had experiences" SO valid as an answer

"Bigger" Xena staring at her breasts.

"IT'S NOT LIKE YOUR BREASTS ARE DANGEROUS ENOUGH" dhdhdvsvsva GABRIELLE

*shoves guy against barrel* Oop. She is BIG MAD her gf is gone. (Vastra 🤝 Xena)

"I'm not the wifey type" LESBIAN

Uh oh. Gabrielle senses opportunity

Ooooop, Gabrielle shouldn't kill

Travel dreams to save her love. (Something something "time travel was always possible in dreams")

"Use your own mind against you" uh oh

Is she wearing purple? Pwettyyy (not giving Katie McGrath at all, yes I'm gay)

OHHHH. Names of her victims. It's so much harder to kill when you see people as people...

"Kill us" oh yikes I'm getting hooj FMAB vibes from the philosopher's stone scenes. Especially in uhhhhh when they're stuck in the wrong portal

Oiii, Morpheus is not an ally to lesbians. Rude. Boo

Gabrielle my pretty princess I will fall to my knees are worship at your feet (I'm gay)

Remember Xena's words, Gabrielle

She made them fight each other, whoop

I want them to speak through either dreams-

Ohhh. The lesbianismssss xD So gae

Look at the gays

NOOOO, SHE FADES NOOOO *flashbacks* CAN WE STOP MAKING LESBIANS FADE FROM DREAM SPACES at least Gabrielle wasn't fucking MURDERED i guess

"It was a hypothetical question"

PFFFT Gabrielle bargaining for beauty sleep xDD

Why was the sword quality of the first sword so shitty?

PLS THE WAY THEY ACTUALLY STOP. AND START FIGHTING EACH OTHER. I love her.

Wow Gabrielle has SO much luck

"Soon she'll be just like you" ahhhh

Xena doesn't want Gabrielle to suffer that way

Ohhh, she controls her own passage!

Woman 👀 Smexy

OOP, IT'S XENA HERSELF

"It means I finally get to kill you" HUH

Did I mention women are super sexy

Awww, poor Gabrielle

"If you were that strong I would never have left you"

HAH. She disappearedddd

Gabrielle. Give that sword to Xena

GOOD GIRL

Boob knife boob wife

PUNCHING HIM YESSSS. IMPRESS XENA

"10 percent off everything" shdhdhs

Yay, blind man got his job back (don't like his miracle healed sight but whatever)

"Mythical priests in your area"

Gabrielle my beloved

"We're all capable of it" The waterrr

"But if we sit here long enough, it'll go back to calm" HHHHH

They're so gay

The water is calm as they leave... Xena at Gabrielle's side

Um yes I will absolutely use a concept similar to this in a Jenny/Vastra fanfic at some point btw. I have the dreamspace and a psychic connection to exploit, hellooo.

I absolutely adore Xena and I think I'll spend the next few weeks watching only that.

#v watches xena #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle #xena dreamworker

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH / 1.3 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'so he's a fancy man with a fancy ship, and he travels with a brigade of imbeciles.'

'he bested you at swordplay.'

'it was an ambush. completely unprofessional.'

'would you rather we just attack them, kill them, throw them out to the sharks?'

'i want to handle this personally.'

'we want to make a good impression.'

'instead of killing with weapons, he kills with... kindness.'

'polite menace. that'll be my brand.'

'as i said before, i'm not the strongest writer.'

'since we're on the subject of bad vibes...'

'he's kind of bringin' everyone down, bit of a pirate pooper.'

'nah, i was just gonna say kill him.'

'oh, cut off all his limbs and turn his back into a table.'

'what ya need... is a fence.'

'it's become quite touristy, i've heard, and just not as cool anymore.'

'you mean for the thing with her husband?'

'the thi... yes, the thing where you killed him.'

'she's got, like, twenty husbands.'

'that's different. ese bastardito caught me unawares.'

'maybe in your next life, you'll be a little less nosey, huh?'

'i don't think that's a good idea, us being on the same team and all.'

'you made a wise decision today, and i feel really good about this.'

'you don't know what it's like in there!'

'oh god, why're you so sweaty?'

'we have been exercising together because we want our bodies to be smaller.'

'i'm glad you're making friends, but tighten up, mate.'

'i need your help getting me dressed for the big day.'

'i remember when this place was gritty.'

'quite the hellish cesspool.'

'make people feel underdressed, and suddenly you're the one in charge.'

'no, no, no, no, no! oh god, this isn't happening!'

'aww, come on! you couldn't have sidestepped?'

'man for sale! man for sale! healthy, sturdy, obedient man for sale!'

'i think you might wanna adjust the pitch because it's quite unclear what you're selling.'

'check out this fabulous booty i'm hawkin'!'

'someone, buy my booty!'

'he thinks you're a prostitute.'

'i'm no prostitute, mate!'

'we could've made magic.'

'it's a shithole. there's a lot of crime, and, uh, diseases, and, uh, poorly mixed drinks.'

'does look a bit scary in there.'

'i'm gonna need you to hold it together.'

'look tortured.'

'this is not keeping a low profile.'

'you have got some world-class, rock-hard absolutely titanic balls coming in here.'

'you know, i actually thought you'd be dead by now.'

'i actually thought you were kind of mad at me, if i'm honest.'

'well, i kind of recommended you hire a waitress who stabbed your favourite husband up, so.'

'the bitch who stole my life. the bitch who stole my joy.'

'thought it were kind of gauche if i'm honest.'

'what about your sexy little friend over there?'

'i mean, we serve that. do you want blood?'

'it's juice from the nose jar.'

'for some inexplicable reason, my boss would like a word with you.'

'tell him he's got terrible taste in flunkies, and he can go suck eggs in hell.'

'to my dead hubby!'

'i keep an altar to him in the back with a couple of his mementos.'

'now give me back my dagger.'

'i loves me a thief.'

'you're stiff in all the wrong places.'

'i got bad news for you, genital pirate.'

'none of my other husbands have a problem with it.'

'don't be too hard on yourself. anyone could break a nose jar.'

'you and i, we shouldn't have this kind of rapport.'

'are you the fancy man selling the british bloke?'

'i guess you could say i'm a bit of a pickpocket from back in the day.'

'i made an assortment of tapas. tapas means 'little plates'.'

'they're like catnip to spaniards.'

'loving your ladder setup, by the way. very stable.'

'oh, thank god it's out. i'm so bad at keeping secrets.'

'is that it? were those your last words?'

#KIND / IN CHARACTER. #KIND / SENTENCE. #BASED ON / TV SHOW. #our flag means death #ofmd #rpc #rph

[bambiebaee]

What type of character would you be? - pick a card

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helloooo, guys!! how are you? i want to present you a new PAC about what type of character would you if you were in a book, movie, any story actually. it was made for entertainment purposes, but i think character you get may represent either actual you or those aspects of yourself you suppress or don’t have an ability to express.

now, choose one picture using your intuition and scroll to your reading. remember, this is a general reading, so take what resonates ;)

Pile 1

cool af main hero. guys, you definitely have this main character vibes to you, even if you were a side character you would steal the spotlight lmao. i see you as a protagonist of the story. strong, brave, confident, smart, outstanding, literally has-it-all type that kicks everyone’s asses and ALWAYS wins. okay, you are so powerful and hot, pile 1☠️. as a protagonist i associate you with Kitniss from Hunger Games, Geralt from Rivia, Merida, Shrek..? okay, i am not so good with giving examples🫠 your character is mostly concerned on building a safe and comfortable reality for themselves, they don’t want to get in troubles, but they definitely won’t avoid them. they can literally solve them in a matter of minutes so what’s the problem🙄 i see your character just sitting there sipping their tea right after beating the main boss lmao. i think all they need is a peaceful life, but according to the laws of the genre they are always the only one that can “save this world”. your character is also super independent, and prefer to work alone, they don’t need nor company nor partner. people never remain indifferent to them, someone loves them, someone hates them, someone envies them, and someone wants to be them. you would also have someone who wants to be a part of your team that follows you everywhere and probably annoy you (think of shrek and donkey☠️). if it a romance story you would be someone who has LOTS of admirers but don’t want none of them. you are so free-spirited and cool, you want to go study science, battle, travel, building a career, so what marriage??but in a teen drama you would definitely be that bad b*tch aka Maddy, i think i don’t even have to explain why. so, that’s you as a character, but what about real life? you can either be all these but in a more lighter form, or this is someone you would like to be, huh? you definitely have this free-spirited nature to you, but you may feel like someone or something is burdening you. and guess what? the only person who burdening you is you, cause you’re limitless, honey. so, if there’s something you want, go for it. if destiny gives a chance for something, take a risk and go for it. I feel that you are extremely lucky people, believe in yourself and your abilities!

Pile 2

immortal wise magician. you know these type of characters that appears from nowhere tells something to the mc and then go.. umm, where do they go? nobody knows, they just disappears and keep chilling in their castle, forest, apartment or where on earth they live☠️ That’s actually my favourite type, i would like to be one of them personally. Characters that first came to my mind that are similar to yours are Gandalf and Dumbledore. you don’t have to be old man, of course, i think every story have this character who appears at the right moment, gives the protagonist a hint (usually a set of words that has yet to be solved) and continues to observe what is happening from the side. this is usually a strange friend of the protagonist, a school teacher, a witch, a fairy or a simple passer-by (who in the end may turn out to be almost the god of this world). but I'm almost 100% sure that you would live in a fantasy world and be a magician, you know. in general, your character is a kind of hermit who devotes all his time to studying something and seems to know everything in the world, he is bored and needs entertainment, and at such moments they appear in the life of the main characters. oh, i also think your character could very well be the one who tripled the chaos around the world because of boredom lmao. your character likes to test others as well as teach other people things. I think they can be very funny, sarcastic and witty. they are definitely lazy, but when somebody needs they help they are always there (because if not, then the world will most likely turn upside down, and it will no longer be possible to be lazy). that’s your character. as i said before it may be exaggerated version of you or a part of your nature you can’t express. if it is second option i think you may have problems with, ummm, finding listeners? like, you’re definitely very intelligent and unique person who knows A LOT, but you may feel like nobody understands you, maybe your friends don’t share your interests or don’t listen to what you tell them. it could happen in the past and now you don’t share your thoughts and ideas at all. but i sincerely feel that you are so freaking cool and interesting, i would like to be friends with you, group 2. you should definitely express yourself through your throat chakra, you have a natural talent for it, so do not be afraid to speak out, there will always be people who will support you and share your ideas!!

Pile 3

charismatic villain (or antihero) everybody loves. oooh, you guys would be really dangerous to be around. every story has an antagonist, but not all of them as great as yours. your character is unprincipled, they go over the heads to achieve their goals and successfully achieves them. they are mired in their own crimes, but they feel at home in it like a fish in water. they do not hide their identity and do not try to deceive anyone, they are absolutely sincere in their intentions, and this is how they inspire people, they have many followers and probably there is a so-called henchman next to them. this is one of those villains with a sad backstory. life has disappointed and broken them many times and eventually turned them from a good knights into ones who are ready to go against the whole world and take the side of the so-called "evil". the boundaries of the world have been erased for this character, and what others perceive as atrocities, for them it is likely that what has surrounded them since childhood and killed all human feelings in them. your character strives for power and appreciation. they want the whole world to recognize them and follow them. very often your character acts immature, they are short tempered and impulsive, but also brave, confident and bold, they do not care what others think, they have themselves and that’s enough. they don't trust anyone because their trust has been betrayed way too many times. they have a goal and they go to it. by any means. your character is also extremely charismatic. people are ready to follow them, and in their story, I think they are much more popular than the main character that is.. powerful. honestly, if it describes you i am kind of scared☠️ but if it something that you suppress in yourself, honey, are you okay? do you feel like you are being mistreated by others? you feel underestimated and want to prove everybody they are wrong? have been heartbroken and betrayed? i sense this strong desire to prove that you’re enough, that you deserve it, that you are not what others think of you. you may bottle up your emotions a lot, you don’t speak up for yourself, all these words and emotions that you don’t let out hurt you. please, if you are doing so, stop. you don’t need to prove anything to anyone, you have yourself and this is the main thing, start accepting and taking care of yourself, find this harmony inside, and don’t let negative emotions and thoughts fill you, let them out, learn to deal with this in a healthy way. I believe in you!!

that’s the reading. i hope you enjoyed it. it turned out kind of weird and chaotic i think, but i really liked making this PAC. i actually consider making part 2, so let me know if you want to see it. have an amazing day/night or whatever! (*^ω^*)

#free readings #free tarot #pac #pac tarot #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile #tarot reading #tarorcards #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #tarot witch #witchblr #cartomancy

[notepad-anon]

Yknow what since I feel line it ima poke the lions den.

To me at least the whole concept of Races in EE feels so strange, if not borderline eugenical and I'm not going to get over that.

Taiga race people are Implied to be "light skinned and light haired" which so far has been translated into... only white and light skinned people minus Zora, and even then she's not from the same area of the main cast, she's from the north which asks so many questions and it's so confusing to me that I just have to sit and pretend that currently there's only one full taiga race person that doesn't feel like their hitting the "White, and Blonde" idea and it just overall doesn't sit right with me.

Deepwood race so far feels like "the black people race" where are only poc rep all come from.. and then half of them are grey, completely grey, the only ALIVE black people that have a skin tone that's actually suitable is the blyndeff sisters... who are already half taiga race and it confuses me why they have actual skintones meanwhile Howie and Arnold are fully grey, it feels weird, I'm not even going to touch how much of a stereotype howie feels like in this essay but it's a point to point out.

Desert country is that "where do I even start" race where its entirely tan and grey haired people (I don't even know why their hair's grey and its weird) but it doesn't help they feel like they get consistently tattooed, specifically indus who I could rant about why his entire character makes me deeply uncomfortable however that's for another day. It doesn't help our only exposure to people on that country is Indus, a dumb and gullible himbo type who has more wrong with him then I can describe, and Moot... a terrorist. Okay. That's wonderful and not completely questionable at all.

And then there's Ocean Country which I don't think I can tackle without 1. Stating we now have more grey skinned people for some reason 2. They're a society that's locked underground and are discriminated for using dark magic (??) 3. Based on things I've seen its apparently not a friendly society and that's really... bad, it's so strange and while I haven't finished prison of Plastic, I've already not gotten great vibes from The only proper rep from that country, Rick who I could also make a rant about.

Island country I have no words other then "Ah yes they have black hair there"

But yeah strange world building makes me look in utter "huh??" At some at this stuff.

Uh toodles I guess??

Signing off - 🗒

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