#even a fucking cake must be something they'd like

[suburbanlegnd]

my birthday is in exactly ten days

#i wish i could enjoy my bday #but i hate my bdays because my closest relatives insist that i shouldspend it with them #but i dont want to #they dont even care that's it's MY birthday because they all do whatever they want without caring about my opinion #even a fucking cake must be something they'd like #I'm just so sick of them as well as their toxic and fake behavior #that's why i want to spend this day away from them but idk how #also there’s nothing interesting at the movies rn #and I can't even go to a bar because I can't drink alcohol #going for a long ass walk sounds great BUT both my legs have been aching for a week now so can't even go for a shorter walk lmao #my trauma has made me realize how much I'd have enjoyed my birthday if it weren't for my family. #Maybe i should just go to a cat cafe or something idk #i live in a big city yet there's nothing interesting here! fml!!!! #rambles

[poppy-metal]

Oh Poppy what do you think woldve happened after the tribbing/trash can kicking heart break incident?? What would’ve gone through Jordan’s mind for the following weeks and how would they have started to interact?

under a cut because i let my fingers fly

no because its definitely a turning point in your relationship, because how do you come back from that? jordan's been cruel to you many times before but this takes the cake. i mean, this is your body after all, its not just an instrument they can strum. you've learned by then, a little by being around them so much, what gets under their skin. so you ignore them after that. even though you're burning up inside and you want to scream and yell at them for being so careless with your feelings, want to shake them and tell them you're sorry they've had to work so hard and for so long with no acknowledgement from their parents or their peers, you know it must suck and be lonely and you know how high they've built their walls to keep from getting hurt, but its no excuse. its no excuse to hurt you that way, or to treat you like the enemy when you've done nothing but be their biggest ally. you suck it all up and tuck it deep and just go through the motions of practice, you don't meet jordans eye or talk to them at all.

for jordans part, its torture. they're already wrapped in guilt, but also a sick sense of satisfaction. satisfaction at being the first to be between your legs and make you feel like that - and as a woman, no less. they'd gotten to feel that slick heat between your legs and finally make you feel half of what they felt everyday around you, the heat, the frenzy, the passion. but they hate themselves because jordan knows they're a cunt. an asshole. they're not unaware of the kind of person they are. you dont grow claws like theirs and not realize they're there. and they feel like they stole something from you, something that probably should have gone to someone better. but then again, why shouldn't they have taken what they wanted? its half your fault anyway, for forcing this desire on them.

still, they dont expect you to ignore them. they'd been prepared for your simpering eyes, your frowns and your trembling lips and your betrayed gaze. they'd been prepared to brush you off, but you're the one doing the brushing. jordan li has never been brushed off a day in their life, not since their parents, they've made sure of that, because they fucking hate the feeling. makes it feel like there are ants under their skin. itchy and twitchy and fucking irritating and distracting.

you're not supposed to be mad at them.

"leave me alone, jordan" you tell them cooly, when they corner you later, you drain a bottle of water and jordan watches the way your throat works, lip curled because you're wearing one of their fucking hickeys on your neck and you have the audacity to act like you're too busy to talk to them.

"what the fuck is your problem," they step into your space. one hand coming up to grip your arm to stop you from taking another sip. you chance a glance at them and see their glare. dark eyes like two onyx flames. "kinda hard to do a duet performance when your partner is on the other side of the fucking studio all day."

you want to shake out of their grip but think that would give away too much emotion. so you just shrug, even if goosebumps are dancing across your skin at them being so close. "there are some solo scenes that dont require us to work together. think im gonna focus on those this week."

their jaw works, and you try hard not to think about their lips and how they'd felt on your skin. your neck, your throat, parting to tell you dirty things like how good you felt.

"dont fuck with me, freshmen. is this about last weekend?"

its a struggle not to react to the mere acknowledgement of the act that took place. when you finally look at them, their eyes flit over your face, like they're trying to gauge your reaction, taking in every feature of your face like they'd been starved of it, and you realize this is the first you've looked at them head on since that night.

they're so beautiful. it hurts.

you look away, "last weekend?"

playing dumb never worked with jordan. you should have known they wouldn't let it slide, even now.

"when i fucked you -"

"that wasn't sex," you protest meekly. not that you're an expert, far from it, in fact. but sex as far as you knew from books and movies had always required penatration, and nothing had gone - inside you.

jordan snorts. they step closer and now your back is against the full length mirrors that line the studio walls. they tower over you in this form, masculine energy pouring from them and making your mouth water. they always smell so good, something sharp and crisp, that made you want to lean into them.

"is that what you've been telling yourself all week? that it didn't matter because i didn't fuck you with my cock?"

you hate how the crude words make you flush, hate that you can't just not react and stay stoic like they seem to be able to. except, well, they aren't acting very stoic today you suppose. in fact, you notice their chest rising and falling inches from your own heaving chest. their pecs straining against the tight black nylon of their costume. that stupid fucking pearl chain necklace nestled where it always is.

"dont - we dont need to talk about it-"

one hand comes up next to your head against the glass, half trapping you. you crane your neck up to meet their eyes, a mistake, because of how intensely they're looking down at you. like you're prey all over again.

"i thought we shoulnd't, but now im realizing some things got lost in translation," they say softly, their other hand coming up to twine a strand of your hair that had fallen from your bun around their finger. "sex can be alot of things, freshie, not all of it means i have to be inside you, though-" they rub the strand between their fingers, their knuckle just barely skimming the skin of your clavicle, "- i've definitely thought of splitting you open on my cock."

heat blooms everywhere. across your body, in your stomach, pooling between your thighs.

"jordan," you hiss, your facade finally cracking. your wide eyes pleading with them, for you dont know what. for them to stop, for them to keep going. all of it and none of it. "i thought this is what you wanted - i, you left - im trying - im trying to let it go."

"yeah, i know. and i should let you." for once they sound sincere. almost remorseful. they grip your chin with their fingers, tild your head up. you watch some of their hair fall across their forehead and you want to push it back for them but you're frozen. "if i was a good person i would. but im not - im not a good person."

their hand next to your head slips down, until they grab your hand, interlacing your fingers with theirs. you feel the metal of their rings press into your skin and you cant pull away, even if you wanted to.

"you can't ignore me like that again."

you feel some spark come back to you, "you deserved it. after - after what you did -"

"but it wasn't sex right?"

you fluster, unsure now, "i - we - it was just - "

"its okay, sweetheart." you fumble immediately, the petname washing over you like a warm wave. a cotton candy cloud floating you to the sky. why should you be angry? "you obviously have alot to learn. how sex works between two women, first of all."

what are words anymore.

they grin then, and it feels like trouble, like the start to a whole new chapter of problems and heartache and thrills and pleasure.

"you're gonna come home with me tonight. and after i pop that cherry of yours with my cunt, you can tell me if you still feel like a virgin."

#ask #jordan li x reader #jordan li smut #toxic!ballet jordan #will reader ever learn #probably not #thus begins jordan and readers 'teach me about sex' era #wherein jordan is slightly nicer but still toxic #under the guise of helping you understand sex #but they're already in too deep

[strawberrys-starship]

Ok so, I'm gonna warn you straight out the gate that this whole post is about a/b/o and the omegaverse, so if you don't like that scroll on 👍🏻

But basically I got thinking about how the omegaverse might add a whole new layer to queer identities and then I wrote all this! If you have something you'd like to add or comment on then feel free

(This also mentions sex and sexuality so beware I suppose)

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So I'm reading an a/b/o fic, as one does, and it got me thinking about how the a/b/o dynamic would affect the real world

So in this fic, basically as soon as the main pairing realized that they were an alpha and an omega, they like immediately start fucking. Like I'm not even joking they barely get into a private room and everything

And I was reading it and asking myself how realistic this would be if the omegaverse actually existed

And like, I know, its absolutely pointless to question the realism of a/b/o, because realism is not why it exists in the slightest, but it got me thinking anyway

So I very quickly came to the conclusion that no, obviously if the omegaverse existed not every single compatible omega and alpha would just immediately fuck eachother, just like how not every single compatible man and woman immediately fuck eachother

And then that got me thinking about how omegaverse sexuality works, just like, in general

Because from what I've seen and personally choose to believe, the omegaverse is kinda just an extra gender binary, right? Like it has a biological component, but also there's a larger social one on top of it. So is the omegaverse basically a new layer in the whole gender/sexuality cake? Are there specific labels for which a/b/o gender you're attracted to or identify as? Or is your secondary gender strictly a biological thing that doesn't branch into gender and sexuality?

What about ace people? How are they affected by it? What happens when a sex repulsed ace omega goes into heat? Does it give them a sex drive, or just make them run a high fever and nothing else? And the same things with ace alphas, do they just get a lot of morning wood and nothing else?

How do aro people navigate all this? Personally I like to think that the mating bites aren't inherently romantic or even sexual (and also don't have to be given during heats or ruts) so I imagine there's quite a lot of platonic bonds between people, like how some real aro people get married without any romantic intentions behind it. I imagine it's hard to navigate the world as an allosexual aro person too, seeing as in most cases, mating bites are seen as like, the ultimate goal when spending your heat or rut with someone, so trying to find safe avenues to actually deal with heats and ruts must be extremely difficult.

Rounding back to the whole labels thing, I'm wondering how specific they'd be, y'know? Like say you're a cis man, and also an omega, and you're only attracted to other omega men, how limiting or feasible is that as a concept? How many other omega men are also attracted to omega men, is it looked down upon? Does it even matter in this specific omegaverse society?

What about gender? Are there people who are say, a cis woman but a trans alpha? What about betas, are they the a/b/o equivalent of a nonbinary person? Personally I like to think of betas as basically the a/b/o intersex label (not an idea originally created by me, I'll say here) where they can show traits from both alphas and omegas in varying levels of intensity (which means that they often falsely present as one or the other, and usually that person doesn't know they're a beta till they get a medical examination or something similar)

But if that is the case and betas are just omegaverse intersex, then can there be trans betas? Obviously in real life, intersex is a medical thing not a gender identity and therefore you can't transition to become intersex, but we're working in the lawless land of omegaverse so who knows what's going on.

I think for my personal omegaverse headcanon, betas are intersex people and you can't transition to be a beta

Circling back again, what about the a/b/o equivalent of non binary and gender queer identities? Are there people who just don't identify or fall into the boxes of 'alpha' and 'omega' as gender identities? What would this be like for them? What would transitioning look like?

And again, this is all said in the assumption that the real life gender binary still exists, so could you be a cis person but be basically omegaverse nonbinary too? What would social transition look like? Because all the social hierarchy I've ever seen for a/b/o is based off of being able to smell someone's scent, right? So would a a/b/o nonbinary persons (I'm gonna start calling them gammas so I don't have to type that all out) goal if they decide to medically transition to be to get their scent as neutral as possible?

Would there be any social transition for a gamma person at all? Beyond how someone might be treated for their secondary gender, there's not a whole lot of so called 'gendered' language when it comes to a/b/o. Someone might refer to you by your secondary gender, but there's no pronouns or gendered names and terms related to it. So would you just be occasionally correcting people when they refer to you as an alpha or omega?

Also, what would just a general transition between one secondary gender to another look like? Like say you're an alpha who experiences gender dysphoria related to your secondary gender strong enough that you decide you want to take medical steps to change it. What would change with just hormones, what would need surgery? I imagine that your scent as well as scent glands would all change with hormones, but what about an alphas knot? Would you stop being able to knot once you started hormones, or not?

This also has the problem of an alphas and omegas general anatomy changing based on their biological sex too. Like, would a cis woman who was born an alpha but then later realized she was actually an omega need surgery to remove any alpha parts? (I still haven't decided what exactly a female alpha would have tbh)

How does all of this change if your just a regular trans person too? What would being a trans man who's also a trans omega look like and be like?

So many questions, so little time...

Ok, I think that's enough of pondering the orb for me...

#omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o #queer #gay #bisexual #transgender #nonbinary #lesbian #ponderings #asexual #aromantic

[discordiansamba]

Parallell reverse: Gift

Akira could only stare in confusion at the brightly colored confetti now pooled around his feet.

"Did I... miss something?" He asked. "What are we celebrating?"

"Your birthday, of course!" Sven said, already getting a broom to clean up the confetti. "It's October 23rd, right?"

Akira frowned. "Well... yeah. But I don't remember telling you that."

"Oh, you didn't." Sven said, tossing the confetti away in the trash. "I got it from your admission paperwork. Figured you'd never tell me on your own."

Okay. That was fair. He definitely wouldn't have done that- mostly because he didn't see the point. It had been awhile since anyone had celebrated his birthday. At most he'd have foster parents that gave him generic presents while he was still on good terms with them, but it wasn't quite the same as a celebration. And if the spread of food laid out on the table was anything to go off of, Sven planned to celebrate.

(It was also definitely takeout, no matter how much Sven was clearly trying to pass it off as his own cooking. He couldn't fool him. He knew he couldn't cook for shit.)

"Come on, sit down!" Sven said, pulling out a chair at the table. "We've got cake after this!"

Akira's frown just deepened, hesitating at the door. He didn't know what to make of Sven. He was... weird. He'd actually bailed him out after he stole his car. Didn't even press charges. Meanwhile everyone else just started looking at him like he'd grown a second head. They'd all heard he had a history of acting out, but he guessed he must have had them pretty fooled with his 'good kid' act.

...at least, until he couldn't take it anymore and fucked everything up for himself. Just because he could pretend to be someone he wasn't, didn't mean he liked it.

"You didn't have to do this for me." Akira said.

"I didn't," Sven agreed, "-but I did."

Shifting on his feet, Akira finally heaved a sigh. He grabbed the other chair, taking a seat- only for Sven to get up and quickly retrieve something from his bedroom.

It was a present.

Akira stared at him for a long moment, before slowly taking it from him. He glanced at him again, almost looking for permission before he began to unwrap it. Inside was a small box, which upon opening, revealed a pendent that almost looked like...

"Neat, huh?" Sven said. "It's moon rock. Took a little sample of it the last trip up. Thought you'd like it. Made it into a pendent so it could be like a little good luck charm!"

"I thought you weren't allowed to do that." Akira said, arching a brow.

"What the Garrison doesn't know, won't hurt them." Sven smiled.

Akira huffed, taking the pendent in hand. It was just a simple piece of rock, really- maybe it wouldn't mean much to other people, but he'd always had this weird pull towards space ever since he was young. Like he belonged out there- not here, stuck on Earth.

Curling his fingers around the pendent, he gave Sven one of his rare genuine smiles. "...thanks. I love it."

#parallel reverse #gee akira. i wonder why you feel that pull #no need to examine that any further

[awanderingdeal]

O'Knutzy week 2023 - Day 2

Character credit - @lumosinlove

For @oknutzyweek2023

Prompts: Proposal, cooking mishaps, advice, laundry, new

Leo is going to propose to Logan and Finn, and it is going to be perfect. He's just a little nervous about it.

He buys the rings. That part goes great. 3 simple white gold bands. Logan and Finn's are inscribed with ' L x' That's the way Leo always signs off his notes to them. His own is inscribed with "Yours always,." Nothing else about the run-up seems to go right. He can't decide when or where to do it.

Finn and Logan are getting worried because Leo seems to be super distracted and making silly little mistakes he didn't usually. Including a few cooking mishaps - a very flat cake, a burnt chicken and a chilli that nearly kills Logan. ("How is it?" Leo called from the kitchen. He knows Logan and Finn will have started even without the sour cream and cheese he was currently holding. A little taste test, they called it. Except he didn't get the usual plethora of compliments. Then he hears the coughing. Was someone choking? "Guys! What's happening?!" His heart pounded in his chest as he rushed back into the dining area. Nobody was choking, but Logan was pushed his chair back from the table, beads of sweat pilling at his forehead and breath now coming in short little pants. "Is it bad?" Leo asked sceptically. He didn't make bad chilli; his ancestors would disown him. "Just a little hot," Logan said.)

The next time he phones his dad, he asks for his advice. He'd proposed to his mom so surely he must have tips, right? His dad is less than helpful with ideas, but he does calm him down. "Most folk that propose are nervous, son. But let me tell you something. If those boys of yours want to say yes, then they will say yes no matter what. And there ain't no perfect time or place that's going to turn a no into a yes. If you ask me though, they'll say yes. Be stupid not to."

In the end he does it on new year's eve. They'd decided on a quiet one this year. They'd just moved into a new place and had literally finished unpacking the last box - or at least those that didn't include those ones that would sit in the garage for the next two years before being donated - the day before. It's 4pm in the afternoon and the three of them are folding a pile of laundry. "I don't remember wearing this," Finn said, as he folded an old Harvard hoodie. "It was me," Logan shrugged, plucking a t-shirt from the pile. That one was Leo's. "This one too. But you can have them back, they won't smell like you any more." "Marry me." The words slip out of Leo's mouth before he even realises. He blinks. Logan blinks. Finn blinks. Leo is the first to recover. "Fuck. This wasn't supposed to go like this. I have rings and everything. Wait here," Leo said. He doesn't wait for a reply as he jogs to the spare room where he's hidden the rings. "Spoiler alert, I'm going to say yes!" Finn laughs.

#o'knutzyweek2023 #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #leo knut #lumosinlove

[chronicallyuniconic]

Do doctors exist simply to torment? What the fuck just happened😖

I cannot believe the fucking telephone appointment I've just had. It was setup a couple of weeks ago under "medication review" but didn't specify what medication they'd be reviewing. A simple medication review. I've done it 1000 times, usually with a pharmacist.

This time, a doctor/pharmacist/receptionist I don't know, I've never heard or seen before calls (even tho it's from the surgery number), "I'm ringing about your med review" I ask him to clarify which ones as I wasn't told. One of them is my migraine tablet(M), the other my asthma inhaler(A).

"How long have you been on M?" "You can't be on M anymore as they (are known to) impact your asthma" I explained I'd been on them for a long while and have not had any asthma problems because of them. I explained what does flare my asthma. Then he says "well if M are causing wheezing..." No I said, they don't cause wheezing, I've had no problems despite you saying they impact my asthma." He responds with, "How do you know its asthma, what if you DON'T have asthma?" is this guy taking the piss? I look at my phone to make sure I am actually speaking to the fucking surgery I'm registered with.

Like... I get inhalers every month, before covid I go to asthma clinic every year (because you have to), I had to have my tonsils removed as a child because they stopped me breathing & tonsilitis always made asthma flare. It's been there since childhood (thanks for the prenatal cigarettes mam). And all of a sudden my old ass is having to explain to what is basically a stranger on my phone, about my own asthma. This guy is sat there with my medical notes for fucks sake. I say to him "sorry are you actually questioning whether or not I have asthma something I've had my whole life?"

He goes back to his original point. "you can't have M anymore because of asthma" so I ask how to manage migraines without M. He offers another medication i can't take because they make you sleepy, and I already take meds that do that. If he'd looked...."oh they make you sleepy do they," talking to himself" well yes you would be quite zonked out so let's not do that one then"

He offers another medication used for "blood pressure." High, low? Who fucking knows? I told him about my BP problems for him to say "well let's see how you get on with it or give us a ring back" not even caring or failing to understand the frequency and severity of which I faint. Again, read my notes.

I'm waiting for a Neurology appointment I explain, as I have been having frequent seizures. "and what have they said about migraines?" IM WAITING FOR THE APPOINTMENT ASSHOLE. "oh yes, I see that here now, seizures, yes."

He goes back to asthma. I am just dying to get off the phone, I want this conversation to end. I am beyond livid. Multiple times he actually questioned diagnoses that are on his damn screen or didn't even bother to look at. He's prescribed something I didn't even hear the name of because I wanted to launch my phone, that I can "pick up" from reception. My guy, I am bed/housebound. Again, if he only read the notes.

Now I have to wait to see what this is, understand why and if what he was going on about with the M is correct. It feels weird to be suddenly told nah ya can't really be on this now, unless some rules have changed overnight and they're having to cover their tracks.

This guys behaviour and words caused all sorts of medical trauma to surface, that constant battle of not being believed, being second guessed, and this time it's about fucking asthma, you know my INABILITY to breathe. I must somehow be imagining it and not really need an inhaler eh?

The best bit, the cherry on top, the icing on the cake, the bit that lessened my anger and brought me back to the sick joke the world is playing was "we would like to see you about your asthma and inhalers but due to STAFF SICKNESS, it will have to be in the New Year."

They forget that I have chronic fatigue and chronic pain, I'm just left to deal with this shit. Most of the time, I can't because I'm unable. So fed up. I just want to be believed. Heard. Does anyone do their job properly anymore? Do any doctors exist that want to help a patient or is it just fiction for the television?

Exhausted after all this.

#chronic life #chronic pain #chronic illness #chronically ill #chronic fatigue #tw doctors #spoonie problems #chronic migraine #asthma #It ain't easy being wheezy #medical trauma #sick of it

[lunarscaled]

🍫 is floyd being an ass? sure. why not.

11.11 ( POCKY DAY )

-> They would like to think they hadn't zoned out so easily as to let someone sneak up on them, even if their eyes had been focused on clouds and their head far away, because for all the racket he made Floyd was---for lack of a better term---slippery as an eel. Quiet as one, too, on land or in water ( though Lyric had graciously not had such an experience yet. they'd been avoiding any school pools like their life depended on it, though they'd like to soak in something warm when their scales started to shed ) so that when Lyric is just reaching for another biscuit from the box, they don't respond to the hand over their shoulder until it's too late. They must be as bad as Silver to be caught completely unawares, because if he had called out to them and given them time to scurry away, they hadn't heard it. He's got the whole box in his fingertips before they have a chance to scramble for it ( '---what'cha got?' like he had any right to ask even after taking it ) and one arm lashes out only to have him hold it just out of reach, his absurd height used to his advantage now and every other time they interact. It seemed to be a favorite of his, to hold their things out of their reach; bored or unable to find any of his many, many torture subjects they would always be ploy to his amused cracking laugh, like a bone stuck in the throat. Lyric's face wrinkles starting with their brow, moves down into their mouth and nose as they growl---they drop their bookbag on the ground and stand up on the stone bench, but just when their height is finally equal, he takes a step back ( sure to tempt them with swinging for it, and they do, almost falling off in the process. the unlevel bench wiggles a little as they catch themselves in a stumble, avoiding landing completely on their face. the last thing they needed in front of him. ) He's grinning all the way, a flash of apex predator even in his easy-going attitude---for now.

"Floyd! Give it back! Come on!"

-> It's the integrity of the matter, which is like salt in a wound when they have a fleeting thought if this is recompense for missing their birthday, in which case did they even have a right to demand it from him? He didn't seem bothered any time they saw him at a distance the following days, and Jade didn't bring it up even when they inevitably bumped into each other between classes or sharing space in the greenhouse. Lyric, of course, had a haunting awful dream of drowning the first night that left them in an exhausted cold sweat through their morning classes the day after, but nothing happened. They ate the cake; it was not poisoned. They waited for some kind of trap or trick, and nothing happened. Even now, there was no possible way for them to tell if this is Floyd's normal behavior or pointed. ( it makes them think twice about the make-up present they had been working on. they wore their uniform gloves today, the pads of their fingers singed and worn raw and nicked with cuts. it turned out carving shapes out of gemstones was way more complicated than they thought, especially on a scale small enough for earrings. ) But they know how this is. They can keep jumping for it with their soured face and maybe he would get bored and return it, or they can save their pride and accept the loss. The only way to win with Floyd was to not play, and Lyric was the worst at staying out of the game. Their arms cross tight over their chest, baring teeth---but they relent with a loud HUFF. ( they can buy more. it's fine. just buy more and head straight back to Diasomnia. ) Lyric reaches over the bench for their bookbag, dusting dirt off of it; they didn't like having their back to him for some reason that they felt aligned near not turning your back to anything that could kill you, but if he sees how sore of a loser they are they'll never live it down.

"---you're such a fucking asshole. I wish Jade bothered me half as much as you, at least I might get something done..."

#utsubotm #* questions and answers. #⋇ SOMEWHERE IN A DEEP FOREST I’M WANDERING ABOUT: TWISTED WONDERLAND #⭐ You're so good at using your colorful eyes that my head hurts. ( utsubotm. | Floyd ) #so the word for 'colorful eyes' in floyds tag is originally 色目 which is. one of those noun words with multiple meanings. #it can refer to a shade / tint / hue of a color but also can also refer to sycophancy or to someone leering #and then leering itself can have different negative connotations about if its malicious or unpleasant. done intentionally or unintentionall #in this case it's talking both about floyds heterochromia and also the various shades of his moods. #anyways. dogma thinks too much about tags.

[ntrider]

Alright then. Here's a few things I'm curious about: 8, 14, 21, 25, 26, 41, 42 and most importantly 39

wow that's a lot!

8: Want any tattoos? not that I can think of right now. my family is huge with tattoos, everyone has multiple. except me! at the very least, my dad has one on his arm that just says type 1 diabetes, and I should probably do the same. otherwise, I can't think of anything important to me enough that I want it engraved on me lmao

14: Biggest turn offs unnecessary rudeness. put some respect on that fucking mouth. especially if you're talking to someone you don't know. when someone's chill with you, them being weirdly not chill with others is a bad sign. of course, to some degree, everyone can seem a little disrespectful and some people are just more aggressive sounding than others. this is subjective and I'm always learning better when judging people (it's hard to earn my trust, but me judging you doesn't mean I hate you) but hostility is a huge no-no. stop treating people like enemies. I make no enemies. also a lack of want to be honest. I understand that a lot of people can't be as honest as me, but you have to try.

21: What I love most about myself my HUGE MASSIVE heart. I have a lot of courage and passion and I like that sometimes that genuinely affects people in positive ways. I also like being good at video games because I used to be bad so it feels earned.

25: My idea of a perfect date when seeing someone I generally want to spend casual time with them rather than going on dates, so I like dates to be something more special due to the fact that it's rare (and that I get exhausted quite easily and I'd like a partner to understand that). so just going to the mall, or the park, or the aquarium, and just slowly walking around, talking and laughing about stuff, sounds great to me. food is important! you MUST feed the rose. she can pay.

26: My biggest pet peeves hmmmm... I get really annoyed easily... but it's hard to find something I'm really specifically annoyed by... it peeves me when people act unnecessarily when I could've done better... even though I like how different people are from me it sucks when people make situations worse that they could fix by just being honest. hiding things from others and stuff.

41: Where I want to be right now it's late, so I'd like to stay at home for now. but I'd love to be at a specific friend's house if they'd allow me... at least for a bit... I'm also a bit hungry so I'd love to be at an ice cream shop right now...

42: The last thing I ate I had the last slice of an orange cake and powder cappuccino. it was nice.

39: My favorite ice cream flavor already answered this one!

#thanks for the questions ^^

[wolfnight2012]

You know what, Stede was right in 1x07 too, actually. I know I already talked about how Stede didnt deserve the full blame for getting boarded by the English (1x01), running aground & losing the hostages (1x02) or getting captured by the Spanish via Spanish Jackie's trap (1x03) in this post here buuuut, there's a fifth & final thing I must insist is not 100% his fault, and that folks, is

The Oranges!

Yeap! Stede's response does not help his case at all here (like, I'm 89% certain he's trying to avoid blame when he "throws Roach under the carriage") and he mostly likely doesn't even believe his own excuses.

Stede (in order to shift blame off himself) calls Roach out for "bad meal planning." It certainly sounds like an excuse, but the thing is, he's right!

Roach is the cook (and surgeon) on board the Revenge. As such it is his job to keep track of their rations.

Like sure, a 50 orange cake is very extravagant. I don't doubt Stede asked for it specifically to treat Ed to fanciful desserts. But decadence is in no short supply on the Revenge. Stede's jars of marmalade, Ed's 7-sugar tea, the breakfast spread of 1x08, the frankly obscene mountain of food Jim heaps on their plate in 1x04, the tapas of 1x03

(like, I don't doubt they were at least in part Roach's idea, he seemed so fucking HAPPY telling Geraldo about them + I'm convinced he came aboard the Spanish ship just so he could watch actual Spaniard's try his dishes--Stede had no need for back-up/protection, he fully trusted Geraldo. He only needed to bring himself, his remaining hostage & Lucius to take notes/sketch the transaction. Geraldo requested Jim come along (since the trap was for them) but there's no need for Roach to be there, unless he invited himself so he could see his proud creations enjoyed as they should be)

I digress. My point is, enjoyable food, satisfying food, food cooked for the pleasure of it (either the pleasure of cooking it, or the pleasure of eating it) seems common place on Stede's ship.

So much so that a cake requiring 50 oranges wouldn't be such an "out there" request for Stede to make. He's not hogging supplies that are already so freely given to anyone aboard.

That leaves the cards in Roach's hands. If Stede's request wasn't a feasible one, it was up to Roach, as the person in charge of their food supplies, to either say "We dont have enough oranges for that" or (more likely) "okay, but we have to set course to buy more oranges, because we'll be out then"

But Roach does neither of these things (we know he doesn't, because when Stede starts to point fingers Roach points right back saying "Hey, there was that cake you had me make!" Rather than an "I told you so")

Stede trusts his crew pretty explicitly. When Izzy asks about the ship's speed & ammunitions, Stede responds that that's "more the crews' thing", because he does trust them to know how to run the ship.

When Roach brings up the oranges, despite being so distracted by the threat of Ed leaving, Stede still calls a crew meeting so they can discuss the problem as a group, he listens & sets course for St. Augustine after Frenchie(?) suggests it, he signs off on the expedition (led by Jim) when Black Pete & Oluwande mention it.

Distracted as he is he still helps line up the dominoes that allow Black Pete & Co to acquire the much needed oranges. Had Roach mentioned something earlier, Swede might not have gotten scuvy at all, because Stede would have set course to buy more oranges once it was brought to his attention.

Stede should have maybe realized 50 oranges were a lot of oranges to waste while trapped at sea, with no immediate way to get more once you run out.

But! Roach should have also known how close they'd be to running out once he made that cake & requested a supply run before they fully ran out.

#ofmd #ofmd meta #stede bonnet #roach #yes i barely noticed this while finishing ofmd with my friend #stede is still 'a rich bitch' as she kept calling him all throughout our mini-binge #but he doesnt deserve the full blame for any of the misfortunes that befall the revenge #he just makes himself so easy to blame + most of the other characters blame him too #but they are unrealiable narrators #the only time stede deserves most of the blame is his marriage </3 #revenge crew #wolf's posts #never you mind

[monarch-boo]

Thoughts.

With all the questioning of whether Garten of Banban is real or just making fun of what people think other indie horror is, I would actually very much prefer that it turns out to be an unironic game.

Because, 1: I just think it would actually be kind of funny watching all these people overdramatizing that this game is singlehandedly destroying the reputation of indie horror, seething.

Especially considering, no, this is not going to hurt indie horror. IF theres any actual threat this game poses, it still will not hurt anything unless you let it, imo. I feel like any intelligent person who does not like games like this would simply... not give them money or even attention. If you're so worried about games like this, just ignore this, and uplift games that are not this??? Ironically the outrage about this game is probably getting more eyes on it than any Let's Player could alone. This game is something even I may not have paid any mind to if the internet did not have a massive meltdown over it.

(Although it would also mean increased harassment against the devs which would be fucking terrible and I'm not sure what could be done about that.)

Anyway, 2: I think it would actually be WORSE if it was a joke game.

A criticism of indie horror games like Poppy Playtime is that people think them selling merch must mean they're exploiting kids for their parents money or something. Maybe some are, but as far as I can tell there's no proof any of these games are actually doing that, just assumption. Even the ones that have made dumbass decisions like PoPl's fucking NFTs, or started selling merch "too early", could just be... making stupid business decisions or making merch early. Even if I understand the suspicion about PoPl.

If Garten of Banban turned out to be fake, while selling merch, especially at the prices they are, it would literally be "We're taking the piss out of games we think are exploiting kids and Let's Players for attention and money, by ACTUALLY exploiting those demographics for attention and money because our game is an actual deliberate fake." Like, doing THIS to parody these games without letting people know it's a parody is actually scummier than what people think PoPl is up to with their merch. TheMeatly's new parody game is fucking annoying and frankly hypocritical but at least he's immediately honest about it being parody. ...Plus I'm not sure there's even actual merch for his parody.

At least at that point any anger the Banban devs would receive would be pretty rightful, however we all know the people who are shitting on them right now under the assumption that the game is in earnest, would be thinking they're awesome and funny if it turns out to be fake... there's already people saying they'd be geniuses if it was fake.

Ultimately, I'm not immediately assuming anything about whether or not the game is in earnest, but I'm seriously hoping that it is.

I will take the kind and constructive route with the devs. If I had any good experience/ideas myself I'd even like to go as far as to get in touch with them, not to be a dev myself but to give feedback. I notice they have made other games but this is only their second 3D game ever from what I can tell.

I don't actually mind these kinds of games ("Holy shit I love this kind of cake") and from what SuperHorrorBro could glean from the first chapter I actually kind of like what they're putting down story-wise. I uhhh kind of forgor 💀 already what exactly it was, but like... there's some kids that got trapped in a pit during a trip, and they're being kept in by the creatures for some reason, and there's implications that an employee sabotaged something/someone to purposefully set in motion whatever the hell happened to this place... it was more interesting than my bad description probably makes it sound, I swear.

But um. Yeah. If this game was created in earnest then it would be wonderful if more people were actually willing to help them see their idea through in better quality, rather than just shitting all over them and accusing them of ruining an entire genre somehow etc etc.

Despite the fact that they would unfortunately probably face greater harassment for it, I'm still hoping that it is an earnest game because that would actually be the non-scummy outcome, I think.

#post #garten of banban #don't expand unless you're ready for a long read/scroll #i didn't think i would talk this much at length about this #and please don't come here trying to argue with me #the outrage about this game is so fucking annoying

[angeltism]

What the fuck even is this. Massive ass idfk-what ramble under the cut. Warning for me briefly-ish mentioning my abuse but in no detail. Hooray!

Whenever I think about my jealousy, I often think about being told as a suuuper young child during a conversation about polyamory that if your partner is only with you, you get their entire heart. If your partner is with other people as well, you get half, a third, whatever amount of their heart. And this meant that they loved you, and all their other partners less than they would if they were in a monogamous relationship. This implied that polyamorous relationships were less loving, and therefore inferior to monogamous relationships.

At the time I knew it felt wrong, disappointing, but I mean I was a tiny child with no relationship experience and who had never actually met anyone in a polyamorous relationship, so I kinda just. Accepted it? And that kinda just. Stuck with me, I think. And in general, I've always been told that polyamory just complicates things, makes it easier to get your heart broken, all that kind of stuff. I think hearing all of this, as well as having my abandonment issues, kinda drilled the idea of viewing other people as a threat when I like someone. To me, it.. kinda set me up to be horrendously jealous, in a way? I don't fully blame it because yes, I've generally been in a lot of situations where people I loved did not love me the same, and instead loved others much much more. But that has happened whether or not I was dating someone who was polyamorous, whether I was dating someone who wasn't poly but still was close to others in other ways, or even just if I was merely friends with someone who just.. had other friends they placed above me. The person being poly or not wasn't the problem, and it definitely was not the source of my unhappiness (and in the case of the one person I dated who did have other partners, it was not the main source of my unhappiness, and was really just. uncomfortable. any genuine distress he caused me was, well, the fucking abuse and neglect and love bombing, not just him having other partners.)

Love isn't a finite thing, it's not like a cake that you cut into slices to be able to give some to everyone, but the less people there are the bigger the portion everyone else gets. Love, and I should clarify I mean all forms — not just romantic, is something that most are able to give and give and give and not have to ration or portion between those they want to give it to. I say most people, as I imagine this is not a universal experience, and I myself have times where I put lots of effort into a specific someone and then am less able to be there with others I know, but I always make it up and it does not mean I love them any less. Our time and energy are finite, to varying degrees, but I think when we really love someone we're able to trust that they love us even if they've been busy and/or tired and less able to express it.

What matters isn't the type of relationship, or how many people are involved, but the people the relationship is between. People who are less affectionate will simply be less affectionate, people who are neglectful and don't care about the needs of others will be that way in a monogamous relationship just as they'd be in a polyamorous one.

Example, the abuse I faced was not because my abuser was polyamorous, he didn't cheat because he was poly, he didn't make me jealous on purpose because he was poly. Everything he did, even in terms of his other partners, and especially the things unrelated to that and him outright cheating on me happen all the time in monogamous relationships. The horrendous distress and trauma I faced wasn't because he was poly, and I find that blaming it on that minimizes the things he did.

Having this weird realization kinda? Shook me? Because I've always had thoughts like "ah, this person is interacting with someone else, this means they love me less. I must mean nothing to them." but I realized. When I talk to others, I don't love other people I know any less. I love two people deeply, with vaguely the same kind of love, and I also am horrendously head over heels for someone else romantically. I love them all so much, and none of them subtract from the amount that I care for the others. I've.. kinda gained a bit more understanding for polyamorous people, I think, because my brain has finally stopped with the whole "ranking people by importance and how much I love them because I surely cannot love too many people this much at once" thing it did for so long. And that it assumed every other human on planet earth was hardwired to do. The thing that caused me so much distress and jealousy and possessiveness.

All of this isn't to say people won't have favorites, or people they're closer to than others. Those I've known for longer are more likely to be the ones I think about, tell things about myself to, what have you, but again, none of this means I love others any less. I dunno, all of this seems really obvious now but it really wasn't for my entire life up until like, two hours ago. I don't even know if this is legible or if I made grammar mistakes or whatever the hell, but uh. I don't really care ?? This was first and foremost for me, more on the "using tumblr as a digital diary" end of the "things I post on here" spectrum. If you read all of this, wow. That sure is something.

#➳ the fool speaks

[mythvoiced]

" I'm pretty sure as far as humans go, I'm a tough pill to swallow " - sarang

@astremourante | ✧˚ · . so much (for) stardust - fall out boy

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"Better that way, no?"

Sarang doesn't often worry about herself in terms of... the entire beauty department.

Oh, goodness, do not misread that.

Sarang is very painstakingly concerned with her appearance, some might argue - she above all others, if so inclined, which is never, why waste her time like that after all - that her very survival depends on being perceived this way or another, because those are the tools she's made her own in the grand game of killing a motherfucker to curtsie long enough before her owners to make them feel safe and coddled enough they won't see her arrows until it's too late.

But she usually makes sure to... hire professionals.

Can she doll herself up perfectly fine on her own? Why, of course. She knows what works best, after all. But a good manicure, or a good hairstyle, even something to cake her face up in a way perhaps slightly outside of her field of expertise, why not invest in a good product?

Even nails.

Except, today, her nails are drying naturally under her breath and under the afternoon's air. It's a good excuse, after all. She cares for 'being girly' as much as the next person. But there's something to be gained out of focusing on her appearance while next to someone who weaponizes her own as much as Sarang does.

Or, maybe, perhaps, Sarang must learn to waste less time on justifying actions she has no justifications for.

Blood red. Oh, they'd look so lovely gently dragged along Amelia's jaw.

"If there's one thing I've learned during my time here," a snide, half-grin, oh it's been a long time, all right, "it's that being a 'tough pill to swallow' usually means having boundaries."

As if she'd just freshly dipped her nails into Amelia's heart, don't they look stunning and shiny, dear? Don't you just want them to bury within you?

She presents them to Amelia with a dangerous, lovely, divine smile.

"Better to know right away who equals 'I know how to stand my fucking ground' with 'being a tough pill to swallow'. I don't think I'd have too much trouble swallowing you, darling."

#astremourante #the success;sarang #we know better than to die too early isn't that right sharp eyes sharp tongue family heart;amelia & sarang #THESE ARE THE LYRICS that make me love fob songs~ LKDSFJSDKLGNSDGJKFLGJDFLGKLH #gosh i hate thinking about Amelia saying THIS DAMMIT WHAT'S THE BET SHE'D TRY TO #NOT MAKE IT SOUND AS SELF-LOATHING AS IT PROBABLY IS oh i need to lie down #;queue

[hihihi-ilovbts]

Pairing: Agent!Jungkook x scientist!reader

Theme: Assassin au, agent!jungkook, doctor!reader, angst, sci-fi

Summary: Jungkook had one job before he took off to hide, one mission to fulfill so he could leave knowing he did something he could be proud of, but here he was, his hands frozen and his heart pounding.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

'One last time,' He reminded himself as he stared down at the laboratory. He had accepted one last job, he'd get this done and leave, he'd never come back.

His backpack sat at his feet, once the job was done he'd vanish, never to be seen again, like a shooting star in the night sky. He didn't think this job would be much of a problem.

He knew the plan like the back of his hand. Go inside, kill the mad scientist inside and leave, no turning back, no touching anything, no smelling anything, THAT WAS IT. It would be a piece of cake for him.

He took a deep breath, peering into the binoculars, he could see movement behind the translucent windows and curtains, this was going to be easy, almost too easy, Jungkook thought, slinging the backpack over his shoulder.

He needed to get this done quick and simple, there was no time for games and entertainment. He climbed onto the railing of the tall building, the wind whipping around him, before lowering himself onto the air conditioning unit underneath. The metal creaked under his weight.

He prepared himself for the leap, crouching low. He hoped no one from the busy street would look up at him. They'd call the cops for sure and that would cause problems and unnecessary drama.

He focused on the window sill of the laboratory, scanning all the possibilities that could put him and the mission in danger. He leaped forward, using all his body weight to angle himself towards the window, swift and confident.

His skilled fingers grabbed onto the concrete, his feet trying to find a grip against the stone wall. He held his breath when he heard glass breaking inside. He was sure he had heard someone moving around but the traffic below didn't allow him to hear clearly.

He waited, quite as a mouse, his arms straining to hold him upright. A few more minutes and his limbs would give out and he'd fall to his inevitable death, but that was just him being dramatic. He wasn't going to die, maybe break a leg or an arm but not DIE.

He strained his ears for any more movement, anything to indicate that someone was inside. When he didn't pick up any noise other than the honking of vehicles below, he pulled himself onto the window sill.

He examined the pedestrians below, making sure no one was looking at him before turning his attention to the lock that prevented him from entering the mad scientist's lair. But this wasn't his first rodeo, he had seen more complex lock than this.

He pulled out his swiss knife, sliding it between the window and the window frame, he could feel the latch. He push and pulled for a few moments before the window gave way. He stepped inside the room, tripping immediately. He looked at the obstacle, a seemingly invisible thread, small and indistinguishable, his eyes widened when he realized what it was but it was too late by the time he covered his nose with his hands, the toxic gas making him dizzy and nauseous. He could feel his head throb and his legs give out as his body succumbed. All he saw was a pair of black boots before darkness enveloped his senses.

She stared at the bulky, heavy as fuck dude who currently occupied her only chair. His arms and legs, firmly tied to the chair.

The floor was cold and uncomfortable but it was the only place she could sit. She never thought her trap would work like this, the gas wasn't even supposed to be that strong and it must have been expired by now.

She held the Glock firmly, ready to shoot if he posed a threat to her. Doctor Bang had warned her about this but she didn't think it would happen. At least not till now.

The room was silent other than the squeak of the lab rats and the buff guy's heavy breathing. She hoped he didn't die, she didn't know how to dispose of a body other than Alkaline hydrolysis and that would take too much effort and a lot of time and she didn't have all that.

She had hooked him up to an iv bag and placed a neck pillow around him after unarming him, his holster and array of knives and daggers lay in a pile on the other side of the room but he was still a threat. She didn't find any identification on him, no phone or card to indicate who he was and she didn't have good enough technology to find out who he was just by his face.

Not paying much attention to her growing stomach, she started at the guy, his hair was made up very fancily for someone on a mission and he didn't seem like the military type, they had buzz cuts and didn't dress up all emo like this dude. She wondered who he was and who had sent him as she waited for him to stir.

She didn't think he'd be out for so long but the human body was a strange thing, each different from the other, each person had different limits. She considered splashing him with some water but that would be rude and she didn't want him to be angry with her.

She was reassembling all the rings on her fingers when Jungkook started to gain consciousness. She leaped to her feet, getting closer to him but not close enough that he could hurt her in any way.

"Are you okay," the girl asked as soon as Jungkook regained his senses, he focused on her, the white lab coat engulfed her figure and the smell of chemicals clouded his nostrils.

He sneezed loudly and the girl seemed to be frightened out of her wits, jumping a few feet away from him. "ARE YOU OKAY DUDE," She inquired again, much louder this time, "YES!" Jungkook answered, trying to move his wrist when he noticed the restrains.

"Who are you?" The girl asked, peering down at him, the Glock wasn't missed by him. "Justin," he lied, he was a professional at it now, he was sure the girl wouldn't be able to tell.

And who are you?? Jungkook demanded, he had been told that he'd meet a certain Dr.Bang, a middle-aged, grey-haired mad scientist, not a girl who seemed to be younger than him and the size of a chihuahua.

"Why are you here?" She asked, ignoring his question.

"Will you let me out?"

"Not till you answer me"

"I'm not talking either then"

"Fine then, you can stay over there and I'll stay over here"

The room sank into silence after that, none of them saying a word but maintaining aggressive eye contact, waiting for the other to crack first.

The girl was the first to crack under the pressure.

"Who sent you?"

Silence

"How did you even get near the window, we are on the 7th floor"

Silence

"Are you a bad guy?"

Silence

"Wow, that must be all the training talking"

Silence

"Did you know you drool when you sleep?"

"No, I don't," Jungkook bit his tongue as soon a the words left him. It was an involuntary reaction and he should've known better.

"You do, see you've got drool on the side of your face," she said, pointing vaguely at his left cheek.

Silence

She blatantly stared at him and jungkook couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious.

"Could you stop staring, it's uncomfortable," he said, trying to move himself a little.

"No can do"

Jungkook signed, he didn't know what to do, he wasn't prepared for something like this and this girl wasn't giving anything away.

He looked around the room, taking in the long steel table and the various sizes of test tubes and equipment, there was broken glass near the window he had entered through, he assumed that was where the gas had come from.

"Did you make that thing?" He asked, staring at the broken glass, the girl looked at the broken shards, contemplating her answer before nodding, "yes, it was a long time ago," she answered, she didn't seem uncomfortable answering that. He waited for her to add something, anything, any kind of information to that but she didn't.

"Are you here to hurt me?" She asked, gaining her confidence back.

"Is there any reason I should hurt you?" He countered, he didn't know how else to answer her, she wasn't the person he was supposed to end but he wouldn't hesitate to hurt her if he had to.

"What will make you hurt me?" She voiced out, his silence scared her. She didn't want to get hurt, she hadn't done anything wrong, all she had done was follow orders and make what she was told to, she had never broken the rules and never rebelled.

She didn't know why anyone would want her life, maybe he wasn't here for her, she thought, trying to convince herself.

"Are you Dr.Bang by any chance?" He asked, breaking the silence. Her eyes widened at the name of her mentor.

"No, he's dead, has been for a while now," Yn answered. Jungkook's heart dropped to his stomach at the new piece of information, sweat forming on his brow, was this a trap, had he been lured here?

Did they find out his plan? Did they want to finish him just like that?

#bts #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts fanfction #bts ff #bts fanfic #bts army #bts au #bts anime #bts jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #bts fake scenarios #bts writing #bts x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jjk #jjk x y/n #jungkook imagine

[barry-j-blupjeans]

47, lup and taako??

47. "Bake me a cake, and we'll talk."

--

"Cake," Taako said, unceremoniously placing it next to Lup. She looked up at him and said,

"Oh."

Like she hadn't actually expected him to make the goddamn cake. She set aside the journal she had been emotionally writing into. Taako tried not to feel like his heart was gonna leap out of his throat.

He hated seeing Lup upset. For multiple reasons, but mainly because if Lup was upset, then there was probably a reason Taako had to be upset, too. Sometimes, if he didn't already know the reasoning, he had just missed it, or it had happened while he was doing something else. This one, however, very clearly had a cause.

But Lup had refused to talk about it. "Bake me a cake, and we'll talk," she said. So here was the cake, and she was staring at him as if trying to decide to uphold her end of the deal.

And like, he got why she was upset. The past few days had been... unpleasant, to put it lightly. Downright fucking wild and terrible, to put it heavily. They'd been going through the motions of it altogether, as they do, until they reached the room that held the Phoenix Fire Gauntlet. And things went to shit very quickly.

"I just feel weird about it," Lup said finally, pulling the cake towards her. "Like I'm happy we're signed up to get rid of the rest of the fuckin- the relics. But, shit, Taako, who just makes something like that? Did they know how dangerous it was? I- I can't imagine letting something like that out into the world and just not caring."

"I mean... someone must have care, right?" Taako said carefully. "That's why it was locked up in the cave."

"Until we let it out," Lup said, stabbing at the cake. "Is this chocolate?"

"I mean, red velvet, so kind of? I added some- some of the good vanilla to the buttercream, so hopefully it's not crap. The Director knows how to stock a kitchen, at least."

"I'll have to check it out," Lup said. She took a bite and made an appreciative noise. Taako didn't know how to circle back to the relic conversation. He hoped they didn't have to and that they were done talking about. The gauntlet had freaked him the fuck out.

"I feel bad about Phandalin," Lup admitted, scooping up another bite of cake and dashing Taako's hopes. She sounded a bit choked up. "They didn't deserve that."

"You win some, you lose some."

Lup scoffed a little, taking another bite. She wiped a tear away and set down the fork. Taako didn't mention it.

"Barry didn't deserve that," she amended. Taako picked up the fork, snagging a piece for himself. Lup didn't even glare at him for it, which meant she was feeling pretty bad about the whole thing. He sighed and then chewed on his bite. When he swallowed, he said,

"We'll wear denim in solidarity."

"I miss him," Lup said, voice watery. She stole the fork back.

"He was like a walking muppet," Taako said, "an incredible person."

"I did like trying to see him taking Merle's blood for the map," Lup said. "That was fun."

"We'll take Merle's blood in solidarity," Taako said and finally, Lup cracked a little smile, shaking her head. She took another bite of cake.

"Thanks," she said. "For the cake." And the talk went unsaid, but Taako knew how this worked.

"Mhm," he said, standing up. "Lemme know when you wanna fuck around in the kitchen."

"Yeah," Lup said. "I will."

#taako #lup #taz #taz balance #mine #ise cube writing #asks #anon

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - May 2

I know I say every week that I read a lot this week but I have been indulging in my favorite coping technique and so this list is ridiculously long. Twitter encouraged me. Blame them. 

**Indicates my recent favs 

~*~ 

On the inherent homoeroticism of cake decoration by welcoming_disaster (616/8K)

“She’s matchmaking, Barton,” Carol sighed.

“We,” Thor corrected, thumping himself hard in the chest, “art matchmaking.”

“Who, Cap n’ Tony?” Clint asked, his mouth full.

“Cap and Tony,” Janet confirmed, cutting herself a thin slice of egg and gently depositing it on her whole grain avocado toast, “it’s getting ridiculous.”

“Wait, I thought they were—“ Clint frowned, glancing around the room as though to confirm. Nothing but confused faces met his questioning gaze. “Huh. I really thought they were fucking.”

“And there is the crux of the issue,” Jess licked a bit of spaghetti sauce off her lip.

“Aye,” agreed Thor, “there’s rub.”

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The team tries to set up Steve and Tony. Things don't go as planned.

Baby lovers like you and me (never say die) by FestiveFerret (Old Guard AU/7.5K)

The Avengers. They'd found him frozen in the ice, told him he was immortal, of all things. And with the way he'd lived through seventy years deep in the Atlantic, he found himself inclined to believe them. They'd also been very… convincing.

Without question, they integrated him into their unit - The Avengers, a secret team of unkillables seeking wrongs around the world and making them right, supported and housed by an enigmatic billionaire named Tony Stark. Their immortality, it seemed, was a secret to everyone but him.

Ready, set, bake by ChocolateCapCookie (Great British Bake Off/11k) 

The Avengers are on a nationally televised baking competition, but nobody seems to have warned the producers that the Avengers, while they save the world everyday and put their loves at risk doing so, are a) insanely competitive, and b) absolutely terrible bakers. Steve Rogers, especially, has a competitive streak a mile wide, and he's determined to win this competition, but it's not easy when his only real opponent is also the man he's been in love with for years.

***To make flowers grow (in this barren heart) by SoldiersShield, KakushiMiko (Hanahaki AU/16K) 

“You hide yourself away in your technology, but you are just as human as the rest of them. Your heart betrays your desire to possess.” Her gaze falls to the arc reactor, and Tony's blood runs cold in his veins.

“The Earth will reclaim what we have lost,” she says, dragging a hand over the chestplate of the armor. “It is you, and your kind-- your greed that pulls life from the soil as if it were nothing. You will reap what you have sown, Stark. The avarice in your heart will strangle the very life out of you.” Arna meets his eyes once more, a serene smile on her face as she leans forward.

“I hope he is worth dying for,” she murmurs, before digging her hand into his ribcage.

(Tony Stark falls in love with Steve Rogers. A rogue enchantress ensures he pays for it.)

Shelter from the storm by silkspectred (KidFic/5k) 

Tony adopts a baby. Guess who's Majorly Fucked Up™ about it.

Keep on beating by itsallAvengers (Domestic Fluff/6K) 

There were an awful lot of things Steve loved about Tony. But one thing in particular Steve could never get enough of was his heartbeat.

The good or bad thing by petreparkour (Multiverse/10k) 

 “It’s the metal suit,” Thor informed Steve, his normally-booming voice tinny over the SHIELD comms. “What did Stark call it—Iron Man?”

“But he’s down here,” Steve protested as the Hulk roared in Stark’s face, startling him into waking with a shout. “How could—”

“It’s damaged,” Thor reported. “But it looks different. More advanced. And he—ah. He’s carrying you, Captain.”

“Please tell me nobody kissed me,” Stark breathed out, and then Stark’s voice suddenly came over the comms, but the man lying next to him hadn’t moved.

“Guys, come on, you’re killing me here. What is it, 2012? God, I hate time travel. First, I'm fighting Thanos. Now, I have to deal with my past self and Thor's bad haircut? Oh my God, Cap, yes I hacked their comms, they’re my comms.”

Steve nearly opened his mouth to protest that he hadn’t said anything when he realized that this replica of Tony Stark wasn’t speaking to him.

***The tipping point by nightwalker (Domestic Fluff/7K) 

Tony has a few quirks. Steve's still trying to figure them all out.

We two, how long we were fool’d by glassessay (Soulmate AU/9K) 

Steve Rogers comes into the world as unblemished as his mother. When Anthony Stark is born, his soulmark is an obvious pattern of ink across his tiny chest.

It only takes a century, two names, and a shared love of Walt Whitman for them to find each other.

The tape in the cave by betheflame (Canon Divergent/5K) 

Steve had no idea what was happening.

“You think I didn’t know that?”

Tony was staring Zemo down as though the Sokovian was actual vermin - which, Steve reflected, he kind of was.

“You think that I,” Tony continued, not hiding the sneer in his voice, “Anthony Stark, who has more powerful technology in my literal fingers than most nations have, that I wouldn’t know everything possible about how my parents died? That I wouldn’t know it wasn’t an accident, that your silly little HYDRA Nazi knock-off pals are the ones who murdered them? Please, you are pathetic.”

Happy ending by Robin_tCJ (No-Powers AU/28K) 

 Steve is a mobile massage therapist, and Tony is a stressed billionaire. What could go wrong?

With a decent happiness by torigates (Teacher AU/16K) 

Tony Stark is Iron Man. Steve Rogers isn't, and never was Captain America.

Or, the one where everything is the same except Steve is a kindergarten teacher.

Nothing left but scars by SailorChibi (MCU/6.7K) - Reread

Steve wakes up to the fact that no one ever compliments or even says thank you to Tony, and that he has fallen into the same trap of painting Tony with a specific paintbrush.

This is how he showers a very confused Tony with praise to make up for it.

Our hearts should remember and follow by frostfall (MCU/5K) 

Steve hums. “I didn’t know you could play. Or sing. Don’t think I’ve heard anyone mention it before.”

Tony shrugs. “It’s one of the few things, skills, I don’t flaunt. Not something people are interested in, anyway. Not gonna sway any board members by playing fucking Für Elise for them. Sides’, there’s a high chance I wouldn’t even play. Well, maybe if you get me drunk enough and near an instrument. Then, I might reconsider.”

(After a dream leaves Tony rattled, he turns to the piano as a way to distract himself.)

Finally, you and me by pensversusswords (Multiverse/10K) 

Because in every layer of time, in every conceivable dimension, he was always meant to love Steve.

By some miracle, Steve was meant to love him back.

***Full disclosure not required (but appreciated) by Potrix (Identity Porn/16k) 

The one where Steve knows more than he lets on, Tony knows less than he pretends, Clint has a big mouth, Bucky is a little shit, and everyone learns why keeping secrets never ends well.

Almost never, anyway.

Heartlines by nanasekei (MCU/7.9K) 

“Let me,” Tony repeats. He regrets it deeply, so much, he wants to stick the words back into his mouth again, and it must show, in the way his voice wavers. He feels exposed, all of a sudden, as if he’s asking something bigger than what he can actually say. Let me touch you, let me take care of you. “Just… Let me do it.”

i found a way to let you in, but i never really had a doubt (marriage series) by quidhitch (Marriage Series/16k) 

Tony Stark doesn’t believe in marriage. It’s nobody’s fault. —Well, it’s Howard's fault, probably, but Tony doesn’t like to think about that for too long, finds that it dredges up all sorts of issues he’d rather keep buried under a mountain of strategically employed sarcasm, humorous self-deprecation, and the occasionally effective substance abuse.

***Hide your love away by sineala (Soulmate/33K) - Reread

Tony has suspected for a long time that the soulmark on his chest matches Steve's -- but he's never told Steve about it. And then it's too late to tell Steve anything at all ever again. In the wake of Steve's death, the Skrull invasion, and Norman Osborn's rise to power, the identity of his soulmate is just one of the many things Tony cuts out of his memory forever.

When Tony returns to consciousness, he's forced to deal with the aftermath of a war he no longer remembers fighting, not to mention a Steve Rogers who can barely stand to be in the same room with him. Surely the last thing Tony could ever need in his life is more amnesia. But that's what he gets. And Tony's new missing memory just might be the key to finding out the truth of his soulmark... as well as his chance to make things right once and for all.

Break the chain (can’t live in circles again) by orphan_account (FWB/19K) 

There had been seven amazing weeks of dating Steve Rogers before Tony realised that they weren’t dating at all. And then it was a scramble to adjust to the situation as it had always been: being Steve’s friend-with-benefits.

And if Steve seemed a little confused and bewildered by the way Tony was acting, well. Tony was probably just misreading that, too.

Five times steve and tony (tried to) bail each other out of jail by Teyke (MCU/6k) 

Twice before Civil War, twice after, and once during. For very loose definitions of both 'bail' and 'jail'.

Cracked hearts under iron ribs by XtaticPearl (Established Relationship/14k)

Rhodey is away for almost six months now and comes to meet Tony after the mission. He doesn't understand the domesticity of the whole Tower and unknowingly sets off a whole truck of insecurities which make Tony crawl back into being a Stark instead of just Tony. The team is not at all happy and Rhodey joins them in trying to figure out a way to help their resident genius feel better in his skin.

The single biggest problem with communication by BlossomsintheMist (616/108K)

In the wake of Steve's return from the dead and the end of Norman Osborn's reign of terror, the superhero community is recovering--Steve has taken on a new role and Tony is trying to put his life back together. Things are still awkward between them, but they're determined to put things to rights. But when a discussion about their feelings leads to further misunderstandings, they discover that might be more difficult than either of them realized. Set in the early Heroic Age after the end of Dark Reign, this is a get-together story about crossed wires--and second chances.

What are friends for? by bobertsmallismydad (MCU /2.8K) 

In which Steve is targeted by a virus. Will the Avengers be able to save him in time?

Starving by festiveferret (Vampire AU/2K) 

Steve woke up starving.

***Everybody wonders (What it would be like to love you) by SoldiersShield (MCU/3K) 

“...Is that what this is about?” He asks slowly. Steve blanches.

“Oh my god. It is.” Tony has no right looking as giddy as he does. “Steven Grant Rogers, are you jealous?”

--

Or: Steve and Tony have been dancing around each other for a while now, and Steve's rather content with it. Attending a gala together just might change that.

Re(A)d all over by brandnewfashion, MusicalLuna (Drunk Flirting/3k) 

Contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark can blush.

It just takes Steve getting drunk on some magical Asgardian mead for it to finally happen.

***The Do-over Proposal by nightwalker (Established Relationship/1.2k) 

Steve wants to go on a journey, Tony doesn't think it's a good time, and Bucky needs to beat some sense into both these idiots.

A Winter’s Ball by alliejowrites (Victorian AU/3.8K) 

Steve moves to London in search of a patron, so that he can finally devote himself to painting. He is not expecting everything he finds upon meeting Lord Stark. A fluffy little Victorian AU. One-shot.

What’s a fanfic by starksnack (AvAc/1K) 

Kamala introduces Tony and Steve to the world of fanfiction. There is a surprising amount of content about them being gay.

#stony #superhusbands #stevetony fic #stevetony weekly #stevetony #fic recs #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain ameria

[big-tiddie-squad]

You Write Fanfics?

Word count: 3456

Genre: Smut

Idea: What if your bias found out you wrote fanfics about them?

Warning: Daddy!Bangchan, sub!femalereader, 'public' teasing, mutual masturbation, suggestion, no protection(be safe kids), edging, some swearing, hide your smutfics

I'm not good at warning people yet but I tried... my brain went stupid and I keep forgetting what I put into the story as I'm typing 🙃 if you notice anything that should be a warning please let me know.

Also I'm sorry I apologize for errors. I'm not a writer. I failed English the first semester of freshman year of high school.

Enjoy!

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You never thought you'd get to meet any idols, much less Stray Kids. As you sit next to their leader, Bangchan, you wonder how they found you and why you're on their show. No one even told you what it was about. It might seem pretty stupid to agree to something you don't know about but... this is a chance to meet STRAY KIDS. WORTH IT.

"-And now to introduce our guest today.. Y/N!" Chan claps his hands as he announces your name. You wave shyly and bow to him and the other members. "So, Y/N, from what I understand you have no clue why you're here today, yeah?" Chan continues. "Wait, nobody told you?" Han asks in confusion.

"Uh... no. I thought this was just a recorded fan meet type thing. Heh." You laugh nervously. Felix leans forward to look at you, "Well, you're here cause we wanted to interview our fanfic writers but you're the only one who responded." He smiles sweetly.

A look of confusion and panic now crosses your face... their.. their fanfic writers? Oh no.

Changbin speaks up next, "We don't know why no one agreed but thank you for being here today. We wanna show our support for our wonderful fans and their artwork." "Yea we can't wait to read it to our other fans!" IN states excitedly.

Time to completely panic. OH GOD NO. Is this when I spontaneously combust? Please, whatever is out there, make me combust.

"R-really? You guys... are gonna.. read my fanfics?" You manage to squeak out

Seungmin, Hyunjin and Lee Know nod, muttering various words for yes.

"...lovely." you utter under your breath plastering a fake smile, and wondering how you're gonna survive this.

Chan leans over grabbing 5 tablets from a staff member, passing them to each duo of boys, one to then one to you. When you open it, you notice your Tumblr page staring back at you. Chan holds up his phone and starts listing 5 short fics you've written before. You sigh in relief... they're just requested fluffs, mainly stray kids as father figures or first date. Easy to explain away, that different fans asked for them and so your wrote what they requested. This is gonna be a piece of cake you think. That is until Chan speaks again.

"I was also given a story to read but I think I'm gonna read this one instead. It's about me and I'm interested in seeing what you wrote." He leans to show you the story and- FUCKING SHIT! ITS THE SMUT YOU WROTE! Chan looks at his phone happily. "It must be good it's such a long story. There's several parts. But I'll only read the first today. However," he turns to look at you with the cutest smile imaginable. "I'll definitely read the rest after the show!"

You can feel the heat rushing up your neck and blossoming out onto your cheeks as you fumble to tell him why he shouldn't read it AT ALL. "ACTUALLY, since that one is so long maybe to save time for all the stories you should read this smaller one about you?" You point to another fluff request, praying he takes the bait. "But this one says 'daddy!Chan' and I wanna know what you all think I'll be like as a dad." He looks confused but his eyebrows go up when he takes in your appearance. You feel like your face couldn't get any redder there's no way you won't look like a tomato on the TV now.

"I wanna read ours first!" Seungmin blurts, as both him and Lee Know bounce excitedly ready to read what they'd be like as fathers. The story was about their daughters making up a song to sing to them on fathers day and their reactions to it.

"Alright, if anyone wants to listen you can but if you wanna read ahead in your own stories feel free. That way you can give a solid delivery while reading." Bangchan announces and you full body cringe as he begins to silently read the one he picked out.

You lean in and whisper, "I know you wanted to read it but is there any way you could read a different one? Please?" You beg, trying to give him the best puppy dog face you could. He reads just a little bit longer before looking up slowly from the story. Chan stares at you and a sly, knowing smirk appears on his face. He leans close and murmurs, "I see why you want me to read something else," he shows the paragraph he read on the screen to you and there's no possibly way your face could get any redder... and yet, you feel even more heat course below your skin and seeping out of your pores. He'd gotten to a particularly dirty part. One where the y/n character was begging him to fuck her. Borderline desperate to be sent into another plain of existence by his touch. It even mentioned how he held her on edge with words alone time and time again before. Causing her to tip over the brink with one command.

You try to avoid looking back into his eyes, looking at everything but. He clears his throat and you're will to not look is broken instantly. His eyes are a deep pool of dark brown. Mesmerizing. Just like his voice and his personality. It's no wonder he's your bias. Hes absolutely gorgeous all the way through. You babble as you try to come up with something to say, "I- uh- um.. that's..." He chuckles quietly, "You've written all of these stories and still can't come up with something to say now. Isn't it called writers block or something- kitten?"

You actually go brain dead for a solid moment. Seriously, short circuiting is no joke. What did he call you? Did he say kitten? Oh God. How many stories have you written him saying that pet name. You know he's only taunting you but God the sound of it rolling off his tongue in that quiet rumbling voice was enough to-

"Omg that was so cute! We're gonna make great fathers right Seungmin?" Lee Know says excitedly. "Yea! It was so touching Y/N, every father/daughter relationship should work similarly. I can't wait to be a father someday!" Seungmin agrees, clapping happily.

Bangchan claps and turns to you and smiles before stating," I didn't get to read mine yet but I hope in mine, I'll make a great daddy too." He winks before turning to IN and telling him he should read his next. IN clears his throat and begins. Not longer than a minute goes by before Chan begins to read your story again. The tvs that help you see what's being recorded shows that it's focused on IN reading. You lean close to Chan, putting a hand on the back of his shoulder, sending him a pleading look, and whispering once again," Please don't read it out loud Chan-" "Oh no if you're gonna beg I fully expect you you call me daddy now. Sir or Master also work as well." He interrupts without looking away from the story. "I wonder," he carries on quietly, "if you're as sensitive as your character in this story."

You're legs snap shut and you remove the hand that's touching him to place them on your lap. You can feel yourself gaining a slight ache in your core from his question. He looks at you out of the corner of his eyes. "So- it's safe to assume you are? Are you already aching, sweetheart?" You gulp and look around to make sure no one can overhear what he's asking. "Its fine they turn off the mics while we read. So before they come back on, I want an answer." He commands, testing the waters still.

"Y-yes." You stutter quietly. "I'm sorry I couldn't understand you?" He smirks, "Speak clearly and louder." "Yes Sir." You say a bit louder. He hums thoughtfully. "You know... I think I like daddy better after all. Hearing that from your pretty lips would be wonderful." His eyebrows raised as he waits. You pause a bit wondering what you've gotten yourself into and if it was worth being so obedient. He takes a breath and whispers suggestively, "Do you want a reward after the show? I'll make your little story a reality or better yet I help you with ideas for the next one."

Before you can answer, IN chimes in,"Wow- I've never thought of that kind of first date before. A nighttime picnic would be amazing with the little fairy lights! Maybe I'll get to try it sometime?" He smiles enthusiastially, "Would you like to have someone setup a first date like that, Y/N?"

"Uh, y-yea!" You agree still flustered by Chan's request, "I think it's a super cute idea especially if the moons out and all. Personally, I love being out at night, but having fairy lights would help to see better that late and it gives off a gentle glow on the skin." The guys nod their heads agreeing with you and you make the mistake of making eye contact with Chan, a devilish glint is in his eyes. "I wanted to read mine next but I'm interested in what you wrote for Changbin and Han. Let's do theirs next." He suggests, much to the Han overwhelming excitement.

"Let's see, Han was running behind that day, he ran into the practice room to discover his daughter playing the piano so effortlessly, her fingers almost seemed to float over the keys without ever touching them. Changbin and his son watching her wonderously..." Han starts off the story.

"I'm still waiting, baby girl." Chan whispers under his breath. You decide to accept your fate and with legs clenched reply, "Yes daddy..." He taps his chin feigning as if he's thinking, "I'm sorry I forgot what my question was can you be more specific?" "Yes I'm already aching, daddy, and I do want a reward after the show." You break eye contact with him as you finish your sentence, embarrassed at the words. He smirks and continues to read his story. About 4 minutes later, Han and Changbin wrap up their story, also delighted at how their kids were fated to be in love when they were older and how it was manifesting over their shared love of music. Han especially gushed, stating he hoped to have a wonderful friendship after their children get married.

Not long after, Felix and Hyunjin finish their story, commenting as well how proud they were of taking care of their wives and children. Loving how doting they came off in the stories. But before Bangchan had a second to even announce his story, an alarm sounds off, signaling a lunch break.

THANK.

GOD.

Oh thank God. Maybe, I can still talk him into not reading this one outloud. You think as you leave to find some privacy in hopes to relieve this pesky ache.

The crew and the members all start piling into cars or vans wanting to go out and eat something filling before shooting the rest of the show. Bangchan notices you're missing and chooses to find out where you were, stating to his fellow members and staff that he wants to give a great delivery of his story. He threw in as well that he'd like to get to know Y/N a bit more too since she seemed pretty shy while cameras were rolling.

As far as they were concerned, everything checked out and they left, while Chan began to search for his needy little kitten. He could see it on her face during the show, she was aching cause of him. Being the gentleman that he is, he would help fix the problem he caused. Looking around a large structure that held different background images he saw AND heard her. She was breathing heavily, hands down the front of her pants. He walks up slowly, quietly, not wanting to break her concentration just yet for it was a sight to behold. Her legs could barely hold her up. He wondered how many of her fingers she'd place inside of herself, cock growing hard at the thought. He was a few short feet away when he heard her mumble, "Fuck daddy, more...please." He groaned and ran his hand down his evergrowing bulge.

You jump at the sound of someone groaning, making an awkward attempt at removing your hand from your moist slit, before a man's hand grabs yours and shoves it back down your pants. "Don't stop on my account." Chan's husky voice chuckles, "but how about you get more comfortable? Sitting down on those tarps will be better than trying to balance all by yourself." He lifts your chin, forcing you to see the lustful fit you've put him in. "I will say... I'm going to punish you later for playing by yourself. I want to have a talk about your desires and your dislikes, however for now, do I have your permission to play with you, baby doll?"

You nod, body on fire, pussy aching to be filled, and pull off your panties and shorts. You sit back on the tarp and watch as Chan discards his underwear and pants too, length standing at attention. MY GOD HES HUGE. You stare at his dick unblinking, and subconsciously lick your lips. His cock jumps and he demands authoritively, "open your legs sweetness I wanna watch you first."

You your legs open slowly, like curtains on a stage, ready to give this beautiful man a full show. You hear him breathe out in a rush of air, almost liked he'd been holding his breath while waiting to seeing your glistening folds. Slipping your finger down your stomach toward your aching bud you watch as he begins to pump his thick shaft at a slow pace. You can almost imagine how it'd feel to have it deep inside you stretching you past your limits, the dull pain mixing with the immense pleasure. That thought along with the circular motion you apply to your little bud causes your body to jerk slightly and release a small gasp. His hips thrust into his palm at the sounds, as if he gave you that second of bliss himself.

Only a few moments have past and you're 3 fingers in, reaching your high, eyes almost closed, your pussy squelching. Your breathing is erratic and you're on the precipice of your orgasm. Before Chan decides to stop you. "That's enough kitten. Don't your dare come unless I allow it." Your fingers freeze, and you groan in frustration before begging, "Please Chan let me come? Please?" He strolls up to you and leans down taking your lovely face in his hands and kissing the top of your forehead, "I recall telling you to call me Daddy. Did I not?" He pulls your fingers out slowly bringing them up to his lips and sucking your slick off of them all the while waiting for your answer. "Ye-yes Daddy but I wanna-" you begin. "No butts, what I say goes when you become my little plaything," he kisses you before continuing, "You be my good girl, Daddy is the only person who is allowed to make you come. This pussy," he emphasizes shoving his fingers inside and causing your eyes to roll up and your eyelashes to flutter, " is mine, your ass will be mine, your breast will be mine. As well as your heart and love will be mine soon enough. We'll have to have a proper date."

You can barely focus on his words as his fingers work you back to your cliffhanger from before. You mumble incoherently begging him to let you cum, nodding as he speaking. "I need words babygirl." He starts tracing his fingers lightly against your inner thigh, and your legs begin to shake uncontrollably, your orgasm demanding to be released. "Yes Daddy, oh fuck yess." He rests his head against your shoulder kissing and licking your collar bone, "Good girl now cum for Daddy."

Your back arches, chest smashing into him, cleavage on full display, allowing him to place kisses and hickies on the mounds. You're legs quake and you release a loud moan, one that would undoubtedly put porn stars to shame. "That's it sweetheart," he continues pumping, helping you ride out your orgasm, and taking youre blissful look in, like you're orgasm was the best gift he could have ever gotten in his entire life.

He helps you lay back, eyeing you as you twitch from such an intense moment. He crawls over you, and presses his lips to the side of your neck, "We aren't done princess you've got something to take care of first. I want to fuck my messy little pussy here." His thick rod brushes against your thigh and your pussy quivers, somehow still wanting more. "Yes daddy," you manage to get out, "Please fuck me, I want your cock to stretch me open." "With pleasure." He groans as he slips the head of his cock into your aching little hole.

"Fuckkkk, you be a good girl for Daddy and Daddy will let you have something to drink okay?" Chan asks barely able to keep himself from diving balls deep into you like he wants. He slides more of himself inside of you and you groan out, your cunts lips sucking him in the whole time," Oh fuck Daddy Chan, you're so big, it feels so good!" His hips twitch at your words, slipping more of himself inside you. Pleasure and pride coursing through him at the thought of you loving every inch of him. Once he's finally seated inside you he begins slowly withdrawing himself from you, dragging a moan or a gasp with every pull and thrust of his hips.

He runs his fingers along your sides up and under your shirt to the sides of your breasts. Lifting your shirt off over your head, he squeezes them mouth immediately clamping down over a nipple and gently running his teeth along it. He bites gently pulling on it and your whole body clenches at the feeling, and generating a moan out of both of you. Still sensitive from your first orgasm you quickly find another building. Chans hips begin to rock into your harder, their pace becoming more and more erratic. You moan at the thought of him filling you up, forgetting the promise he made earlier.

His thrust are sloppy now, eyebrows furrowed ass he places more hickeys in the valley of your breasts. He pulls out suddenly standing and you subconsciously move to your knees, caught up in the moment of everything. His hand rubs his cock furiously and he grabs your hand to yank back your head and drops his balls into your mouth. You suck hungrily moan around them. "I want you to cum on three kitten. 1..........2.............

.......3." His balls pop out of your mouth when your second orgasm catches you by surprise in its intensity. He uses the opportunity to ram his dick down your throat, hissing at the stimulation your moan from your orgasm provides, and releases rope after thick rope down your throat. Hips jerking into your face and he moans in pleasure.

You both sit for a second in ecstasy before he removes himself from your mouth. "Swallow baby girl." He says eyes halfcast as he watch you close your mouth and swallow his load. "Good girl" He kisses you, sucking your lip when he pulls away. "We need to get cleaned up before everyone returns. I'll also be needing your number, so we can plan our date." He smiles panting slightly as he helps you dress and clean yourself up before getting himself ready.

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Chan finishes reading his fanfic and turns to you, "So I'm a bit of a tough dad sometimes but I think that's better for teaching your little girl how to act." His wording makes you blush, images of early flooding your thoughts for a moment. "So, do you really think I'd make a good Daddy?" He smirks, no doubt also thinking about earlier as well.

You shyly smile back, trying to casually act like your lips are dry, " I think you'd make a wonderful and attentive Daddy."

Bangchan and the others close out the show and thank their viewers for watching. Each one thanking their fic writers for their support and the cute stories and urging them to write more.

Everyone shakes your hands and hugs you thanking you for your participation. Photos are taken and numbers are exchanged so you can keep in contact sometimes.

While on your way home your receive a message from Chan.

Looking forward to having a second dinner tonight and a big dessert baby girl. Do not wear any panties to the restaurant.

You won't need them.

~Daddy Chan

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