#sugardaddy!roman

[inge-universe]

#currentlyreading #recensieboek Coco Mellors - Cleopatra en Frankenstein @cocomellors #cocomellors #cleopatraenfrankenstein Wie heeft dit boek al gelezen? Wat vond je er van? So far so good. Interessant verhaal. ............ Bedankt voor het #recensieexemplaar #leesexemplaar @amboanthos #amboanthosuitgevers #amboanthos ............ Inhoud: Cleopatra en Frankenstein van Coco Mellors is voor de lezers van Normale mensen van Sally Rooney. In Cleopatra en Frankenstein van Coco Mellors probeert de vierentwintigjarige Britse kunstschilder Cleo haar draai te vinden in New York. Vlak voordat haar visum verloopt, ontmoet ze Frank. Hij is een twintig jaar oudere selfmade man en ze worden verliefd. Door met Frank te trouwen krijgt Cleo de vrijheid om te schilderen en in Amerika te blijven. Hij krijgt er schoonheid en kunst voor terug. Maar hun impulsieve huwelijk heeft onvoorziene gevolgen voor de mensen om hen heen. Of het nu Cleo’s beste vriend is, die worstelt met zijn genderidentiteit, of Franks zus, die afhankelijk is van sugardaddy’s, of dat het nu Cleo en Frank zelf zijn, die de beproevingen van hun huwelijk proberen te doorstaan: het zijn stuk voor stuk fascinerende personages in pijnlijk herkenbare situaties. Cleopatra en Frankenstein van Coco Mellors is een ijzersterk debuut, zowel humoristisch als hartverscheurend en even lichtvoetig als diep ontroerend. ‘In de kern is dit een roman over hoe makkelijk de liefde en geliefden verkeerd begrepen kunnen worden en hoe relatieproblemen ook vrienden en familie raken. Een slimme en meeslepende vertolking van de big-city romance.’ – Kirkus Reviews (starred review) ‘Deze New Yorkers worden in al hun menselijkheid getoond en het is heerlijk om tijd door te brengen in hun sprankelende aanwezigheid, met hun plezier en verdriet.’ – The Spectator ............ #instabook #bookstagrammer #bookstagram #bookstagramnl #bookstagrammers #instaboek #boekstagram #boekenwurm #booktrovert #books #bookmail #dutchbookstagram #roman #lezenisleuk #liefdesverhaal #liefdesgeschiedenis #dutchbookstagrammers #dutchbookstagrammer #boekenpost #literatuur #liefde #lovestory https://www.instagram.com/p/CmxBEDVrTbj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#currentlyreading #recensieboek #cocomellors #cleopatraenfrankenstein #recensieexemplaar #leesexemplaar #amboanthosuitgevers #amboanthos #instabook #bookstagrammer #bookstagram #bookstagramnl #bookstagrammers #instaboek #boekstagram #boekenwurm #booktrovert #books #bookmail #dutchbookstagram #roman #lezenisleuk #liefdesverhaal #liefdesgeschiedenis #dutchbookstagrammers #dutchbookstagrammer #boekenpost #literatuur #liefde #lovestory

[pollenallergie]

Spoils of Love

A/N: I wrote this really quickly a couple nights ago at like midnight because I wanted to write it down before I forgot it. It’s short and probably not the best in terms of grammar and sentence/paragraph structure, but I’m still proud of it. Also, side note, Sugarbaby!Reader x Roman is definitely a new obsession of mine. I would like to maybe make a series of oneshots and blurbs about it based on requests like ill-skillsgard does for Faith x Faust and dreamtherapy did for Axel x Kitten. I know I always ask for people to send requests and stuff and its probably getting a little annoying. However, if anyone does have any Sugarbaby!Reader x Roman stuff, please send it my way!!  

Pairing: Sugarbaby!Reader x Roman Godfrey

Description: Roman loves to spoil you. One of his favorite things to buy for you with is quality lingerie. 

Warnings: mentions of sex, the world “incestuous” is used once, mature language, a tiny bit of angst (if you squint)

Word Count: yeah... uh I wrote this down in the notes app on my phone and I’m much too lazy to copy and paste it over to Word to check the word count so I have no idea what it is, sorry.

   When it comes to lingerie, Roman loves anything Art Deco, preferably silky; bonus points if it’s a dark shade of crimson, a sultry black, or, in contrast, a pure white, a delicate cream, or a pale pink. It's no secret that he prefers the finer things in life, he is rich after all. He showers you with attention and extravagant gifts; designer dresses, spontaneous weekends away in Europe, lavish lingerie, silky sleepwear, pearls and jewels galore, and just about everything and anything else a woman could dream of. You made it a point in your life to not be overly materialistic, but with Roman that was nearly impossible. He enjoyed spoiling you, whether that be with gifts, verbal praise, exquisite sex, warm cuddles, last-minute vacations abroad, his undivided attention, or all of the above. 

   Roman was rarely a selfless, loving man, but with you he found it hard not to be. After all, you had changed his life. When he’d first met you, he was a lonely, pessimistic, previously incestuous billionaire with trust issues, anger issues, and an unwanted child. Of course, most of that was at least still partially true, but he’d gotten much better. You’d unintentionally taught him that he was capable of being loved and that he deserved to be love as well as to appreciate the time he has with people rather than to push them away out of fear of them abandoning him or dying at his expense, to love his daughter despite the tragic and despicable events that brought her into this world, and to move on from his fucked up family so that he could properly enjoy his life. You’d shown him the brighter side of things and introduced him to genuine, wholesome, romantic love, and he could not be more grateful. 

   One of his favorite ways to express this gratitude to you and unconditional love for you was to whisk you away for a lavish weekend in either Paris, the city of love, or Milan, the city of fashion and elegance. These weekend trips would be filled with decadent food, afternoon shopping trips, lazy mornings in bed, the best sex of your life, and many other finer things. These trips also often resulted in numerous additions to you already massive lingerie collection. Filled with fine silks, 24 karat gold and elegant silver clasps, detailed lace and embroidery, shiny latex and pvc, soft cotton, custom-made corsets, high quality mesh and tulle, non-irritating pasties, bras and panties of all styles, numerous matching sets, many elegant individual pieces, and all other sorts of lingerie and sleepwear. It was safe to say you had far more lingerie than you did everyday clothing, not that you were complaining. 

   Roman certainly wasn’t complaining either. Coming home after a long, hard day of work to you parading around in your silky slips, camisoles, lounge shorts, and robes was one of his favorite things in the world; so was stripping you bare of your elegant lingerie so he could take you any way he wanted to. Roman also loved how much more confident you seemed to feel when wearing the lingerie he bought you, each piece seemed to accentuate the very best parts of your gorgeous form and you certainly seemed to take note of that. 

   You weren’t a vain person by any means, hell you were a fully grown adult and yet you still occasionally struggled to love and appreciate your body, but sometimes he would catch you admiring yourself in the mirror while wearing his extra special gifts for you. You’d be standing there for nearly half an hour, seemingly in awe of how good your body looked, and that right there, that made his heart swell with joy. Just knowing that you were finally seeing yourself the way he saw you, as an inexplicably beautiful, magnificent goddess of love, made everything worth it. 

#sugarbaby!reader x roman godfrey #sugarbaby!reader x roman #roman godfrey #roman godfrey fanfiction #roman godfrey oneshot #hemlock grove #hemlock grove fanfiction #hemlock grove oneshot #sugarbaby!reader x sugardaddy!roman godfrey #sugarbaby!reader x sugardaddy!roman #reader x sugardaddy!roman godfrey #reader x sugardaddy!roman #sugarbaby!reader #sugardaddy!roman godfrey #sugardaddy!roman #hemlock grove AU #roman godfrey AU

[chanelpirate]

19, 20, 25 please!!

19. Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)

Aged/immortal/ageless/eldritch/etc aristocrat schemes/fails at scheming while struggling between duty/objectives and Their Feelings/Ignoring Said Feelings while slinking about their domain/palace/etc in sad/horny/yet always stylish dishevelment. From this conflict a story (or ‘story’) arises. Never gets old. Much like said protagonist. (=which, I will remind, doesn’t mean ‘goodie’!)

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

—insert obscure image from Ancient Greek plays! —insert obscure reference to Shakespeare! —insert obscure reference to obscure historical event! —have I yelled about German Expressionism lately? —insert obscure reference to modernist poetry! —Insert obscure reference to 16th century Holy Roman Empire realpolitik that I read in a primary source once and thought, damn that was shady, wonder if that was in reference to—my entire fic Renaissance is this. Literally the whole thing. I’d thought about updating it with another chapter just deconstructing all the early 17th century shit-talking, because I really didn’t give the reader much. (it being an ‘outsider glimpse’ sort of situation) It might be good to do, early 17th shit-talking was marvellous, it was a ridiculous time politically. Not that I was ever there! Haha. Imagine!

Anyway, I’m not super in touch with what I have/haven’t written/actually published as fic, but a couple of mainstays do come to mind: every time I make some wry insinuation at how Alexander got all that shit funded, I am absolutely insinuating that Frederick the Great was Alexander’s sugardaddy. That absolutely would have happened were Alexander a real person, oh my god. But Chanel! I hear you declaim! He’s a real ancestor of real people who are really alive today! Oh babes, look up who they’ve supported historically and what parties current members of that family have hitched their horses to. (The 'friendliest' 20th century name I can comfortably put here is Franco. Yeah.) I don’t give a good goddamn if insinuating an 18th century member of that dynasty (who incidentally, was probably the most progressive of that lot since, and he lived 250 years ago) shagged a fictional disaster eldritch monstrosity in a way that was maybe a bit transactional is ‘disrespectful’. You know what’s really disrespectful? Supporting the fash and far-right n*tionalist movements xoxo

I would say I have a fic for this but it’s been stuck at 80% done for about 18 months and my fic to-do list is the real eldritch horror

Also, I can’t even think about the alchemist ménage à trois (Alexander/Agrippa/Weyer) without my brain screaming ‘John the Baptist! Salomé! Strauss! Siri play Dance of the Seven Veils! Alexander snog a decapitated head!'

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

The attention hahaha fml

That moment when the coin drops and the tiny thing that makes a story make internal sense clicks into place. This can take longer than one might expect. After that, everything becomes a gleeful race to the finish where I constantly go ahaha! but you know what would be REALLY fucked up!! ohohoho, but you know what would be even FUNNIER!

I don't know, I just like that whatever I write that doesn't have to have commercial considerations can come from a place of unhinged joy, even (especially?) when the subject matter is dark.

#every day I grow more unhinged #but tell us how you really feel Chanel! #chanelposting #my writing #asks #sybilius #amnesia the dark descent #my god what am I like! Just read this back to myself! I love this for me!

[eolewyn1010]

2, 4, 7,19, 24? Love me some historical nerdery!

That might become a long one, I'm babbly.

2. Historical figure you love to hate: Karl Marx. As someone who's flirted with socialism a couple times, I have a… complicated relationship with a book-smart guy who thought he knew so much about how working people function when he had to have himself and his family literally kept alive only by virtue of sugardaddy Engels. I hate this acting like a know-it-all on someone who’s probably never in his life spoken to a proletarian, much less worked for his livelihood! Get off your high horse, Karl! And also, every single real-life attempt on communism sucked ass, so… attitudes, man.

4. Historical figure everyone should collectively stop talking about: Lucrezia Borgia. Because up to this fucking day, even people who I thought were intelligent and actually consult sources still just go with: Oh yeah, incest with both father and brother! Which is in all likelihood a nasty rumor that somehow made it through the centuries, and yet, whenever the name is spoken, everyone around turns into gossip-y hens, and I just… I don’t care about her. She was just some noble chick, and some people didn’t like her family, but I can’t find anything interesting about her, and nothing that warrants to slander the poor woman fucking 500 years after her death. Can we get over those old tabloid newspapers?

7. Favorite primary source: Oh, okay, there’s an obscure one, but it has one particular thing about it that warms my heart. Cambridge University has this “Fragment of the Month” thing in which they publish the translations of fragments of all sorts of papers found in the Genizah of Kairo (because that’s a big-ass Genizah and translating all of it takes its sweet time), and I fucking love it. It tells so much about a Judeo-Arabic melting pot in the Middle Ages, poetry, trade routes, family interactions, looks into the law, tons of philosophy between the cultures. And my fave tidbit from this tidbit is some Rabbi’s report on two men falling in love with each other during a pilgrimage and being, like, a teensy bit too overt with their affection. No details on what they did, but considering morals of the time, I’mma assume they were holding hands or something equally offensive. Boys, keep it down, you’re gonna make people blush. (Also, because the report mentions indignation but no punishment, I'll feel free to assume they got away with it. Fight me.)

19. Which historical kingmaker / hand behind the throne kinda person would you gladly be a puppet of? Empress Theophanu. She was not the bride that Otto II (Holy Roman Empire) should have gotten as a prince, as she was not “born in the purple” – meaning, not the daughter of the ruling Byzantine emperor but basically a second-class substitute. Also, depictions and mentions in documents tend to mention her on equal terms with her husband, she was already a co-empress when her father-in-law Otto I was still alive and pushed both his son and Theophanu to become competent and accepted rulers soon, and from 985 on, when her husband died prematurely, she’d rule as empress in place of her underage son, a very capable and influential one at that, and although she and her mother-in-law Adelheid didn’t get along all that well, they worked together as empresses in their own right – successfully so. Anyway. Theophanu. She can step on me.

24. What made you fall in love with history? See previous answer here as that's not a question I can answer differently twice.

#asking thingie #talking history #thanks anon

[phantomoftheparadise0002]

Only vic can be my neighbor

Only alvin can judge me

Only joe can arrest me

Only ray can come catch ghosts for me

Only zalinsky can repair my car

Only beldar can abduct me

Only louis can give money to me

Only roman can catch a bear for me

Only clifford can be my sugardaddy

Only elwood can play the blues for me

Only fred can be my male prostitute

Only irwin can be president for me

Only jimmy can repair my toilet

Only harry can do my funeral

#dan aykroyd

[girlmeetsliv3]

Killing Me Softly: I

Sugardaddy!BTS x reader

They were beloved. The very ground they walked on worshiped. It had been that way since before you were born and it would remain that way even after your choice. Decisions decisions, it would decide your future. But why choose one when you could choose them all? If you chose none, well... that wasn’t a decision you could make.

AN: This is for the person who requested an ot7 sugar daddy story where bts are yandere. Sorry, it took so long, but this ended up being a three-part story. Hope everyone enjoys it!

Trigger Warning: The following story contains mentions of manipulation, abuse, and vivid descriptions of abusive acts. The behavior and mindset of the characters in this will be incredibly yandere and toxic. This is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent the character of bangtan sonyeondan. Enjoy ~~~

Word Count: 7,115

     killingmesoftlywithhislove    

Dear Ms. [Y/l/n]

               We regret to inform you that your application has been denied. Unfortunately, you do not have the qualities or qualifications necessary to work as a crew member under McDonalds’ incorporated Inc. We wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors. Have a nice day.

Now, you weren’t conceited enough to think that it was impossible for your job application to be denied. You understood when you graduated university that finding employment would be difficult, but you also weren’t dense enough not to notice a pattern. This had been your tenth application and the same thing would always happen: you’d apply, they interview you, be ecstatic to hire you, and in under forty-eight hours you would receive a polite email where they would tell inform you that you didn’t have the ‘qualifications’ or ‘didn’t fit their image.’ You had done an internship at a top-notch telecommunications company, graduated in three years, and were in the top one percentile. How were you not qualified to flip burgers at McDonald's?! A deep sigh left your body as you pressed your forehead against the kitchen table, trying to calm yourself down. “Bad news again?” Sihyeon said exiting the bathroom, her hair perfectly styled into soft waves and a tight purple cocktail dress adorning her figure. “It just doesn’t make any sense. Why would I keep getting rejected? Is there something I’m not seeing?” You were exasperated and couldn’t help the tears that came to your eyes.

           You wanted independence and to maintain yourself. Here you go…Sure you knew being an adult wasn’t easy and despite how naïve they called you, the struggle was always part of the journey. Despite this, it felt like there was something you were missing as if someone was playing a cruel joke on you. “You could always call them,” Sihyeon remarked as she put on her heels. “No. Absolutely not. I haven’t stooped that low.” Your roommate sighed and walked over to where you were sitting, leaning over the chair and giving you a back hug. “You don’t have to start again, but maybe just ask them for advice. Or at least talk to Hoseok. He always knows what to do.” Sihyeon was just trying to help, had she known everything she would have never suggested you go back. She might have even prohibited it. Her not knowing was for her own safety though and for it not to affect her relationship with her ‘clients’ as she called them. “Maybe, I don’t know. Hurry up you don’t want to be late.” There was fear in your eyes and Sihyeon noticed but being the friend, she is she merely kissed your cheek and promised to text you when she arrived and left. It didn’t matter, Sihyeon wouldn’t come home tonight but it was a matter of precaution. Being a sugar baby was a dangerous profession at times and you, unfortunately, found that out far too late.

           You stared at your phone intensely, the face reflecting back being one of fear but desperation. Maybe she’s right. I just have to text one of them and ask for advice, the others won’t find out and I’ll go on merrily. It couldn’t be Hoseok though, he had been the first one you met and the one you had been the most hurt by. Seokjin was a better option: he was more rational and arguably the one you had spent the least amount of time with. Yes, Seokjin is the better option. Grabbing your phone, you opened the messaging app and pressed create a new message. When you found his contact, you hovered slightly over it, debating whether this was the right choice or not. Seokjin wasn’t fond of texting and preferred talking, saying there was far too much room for misinterpretation through text. You weren’t sure you could hold a conversation with him, but maybe leaving a voice mail might not hurt. So, you pressed the green phone icon and waited until the ringing echoed, it was funny how you knew exactly when he would pick up: always on the fifth ring. “Kim Seokjin speaking.” Fuck. “Hi, it’s [Y/n] [Y/l/n], I’m sorry to call you at such an unfortunate time. Are you busy?” You were tripping over your own words and were anxious at what his reply might be. “I’m always busy. What do you want?” Seokjin had never been the most affectionate individual, but the complete lack of human emotion in his voice let you know he no longer cared.

“You know what, never mind. Forget I called. I apologize for taking up your time.” You bit your lip and began to pace around the small apartment. This had been a mistake. Of course, he would hate your guts now, wouldn’t all of them? They felt used and abandoned. Their worst fear, materializing in the flesh. You waited for him to reply rudely or simply to hang up, but he didn’t. “[Y/n] I don’t have time to discuss this right now. Meet me tonight at St. Pierre’s around seven. I’ll be at the bar.” It was something you would end regretting later, you were sure of it. Nonetheless, you agreed to meet Seokjin there in hopes that he could help. All you could do was hope he didn’t misunderstand the purpose of your call or inform the other six. You could only pray.

St. Pierre’s was an upper-class restaurant that was a hybrid between French and Italian cuisine. It was in the heart of the city, but due to its ridiculous price and it always been booked only the elite of society got to enjoy it. You had the pleasure of being there three times in your life: when you met Hoseok, when you met the others, and now. Its elegant fifteenth-century inspired interior mixed the haunting roman architecture was a sight to behold. The bar, in itself, looked like something crafted by Rafael with it being made completely out of marble. It was something that when you had first come you had been afraid of touching, thinking that your second-class status would somehow ruin its elegance. The bar was mostly desolate except for a couple at the very corner sipping on wine. You could tell by her age and his demeanor their relationship: the younger man laughed but didn’t reach his eyes. His suit while fitted wasn’t of high fabric merely an imitation. The clothes she wore were simple, but anyone with a fine eye could tell the quality far surpassed anything bought at a department store. Before you would’ve never noticed things like this but being around them had changed the way you viewed the world. It also made it easy to spot anyone who was a sugar baby when you had been one not so long ago. Those thoughts brought a soft smile to your face as you remember how it all began…

_Thirteen Months Ago_

           “Lola?”

           You looked up from your phone to see a handsome man in a silk black buttoned-down and tight slacks standing in front of you. His face exactly like the profile picture, you had just been staring at. “Jung Hoseok?” You asked, standing up to greet him. To your surprise, instead of shaking your hand the man immediately went for a hug. “It’s nice to meet you. I have to admit I was a bit worried that you wouldn’t look like your picture.” There was relief in his voice and you too had worried about the same thing. “Yeah, same.” The two of you sat down with a waiter coming over and pouring water into the empty glasses before dismissing himself. Hoseok seemed to be analyzing you, taking in every detail of your face, it was a bit unnerving. As was the silence between the two of you. “Sorry, I’ve never done this before, so I don’t really know what to do…” You trailed off fiddling with the hem of your dress. “It's okay, I’m not an expert either nor do I expect you to be. Why don’t you start out by telling me about yourself? Like what about your name?” Hoseok smiled, leaning back into his chair. How did he? “How do you know Lola isn’t my name?” You questioned before it dawned on you that he didn’t, and you had just revealed it yourself. If you could facepalm at that moment you would’ve. “You don’t look like a Lola. That and I called your name like twice before.” Oh. You licked your lips before speaking, “[Y/n.]” If possible, Hoseok smiled even wider. His lips resembling a heart. “So [Y/n] why do you want to start sugaring?”

_Present_

           “I thought the last time we spoke you said you never wanted to see any of us again.” Kim Seokjin looked like something out a romantic era painting, with his sharp yet delicate features. The way he was human but gave off this grandeurs aura few could give. You toyed around with the straw in your drink, it was sprite with a lime in it to make it look like alcohol. If you were intoxicated, you would make bad decisions and god knows this already was one. “Last time we spoke was today and you said to meet you here.” He hated when you play dumb, you weren’t doing it on purpose, but rather to avoid the inevitable. Best not to dwell on the past for it wouldn’t bring it back. Seokjin took a seat on the barstool next to yours, waving the bartender away when he came forward. It seems he wasn’t keen on drinking either, not that you could blame him. “To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you? It’s not every day an ex-lover calls to chat.” His words were meant to appear light, but you could see the way his jaw was locked, and his teeth were slightly clenched. Ex-lover. There was a problem.

           “I was never your lover Jin, that isn’t what we agreed on. We also never spoke of becoming lovers.” Subconsciously you reached out towards him, but the second your fingers touched his Seokjin recoiled; as if being burnt by your touch. It hurt. “Well then, why did you call me [Y/n]?” The longer you stared into his eyes, the more you knew this wasn’t going to work. There was pain, wrath, but also insanity swirling around in his pupils. Seokjin could only take so much until he cracked, and you didn’t want a repeat of that night. “I’m sorry Jin, this was a mistake. I’m sorry for wasting your time and taking up your night. I hope you have a good life.” You took out your wallet and dropped what you owed before attempting to slide off the chair. Attempt was the right word, as Seokjin immediately took hold of your forearm prohibiting you from leaving. “We aren’t done talking until you tell me why you called me.” His voice had lowered significantly, his hand applying more pressure to your arm by the second. “Seokjin, you’re hurting me. Let go.” You whimpered, trying to pull your arm away. It only served to have him pull you closer, your body taut against his.

           “You hurt us, [Y/n]. You made us fall for you, only to toss us aside when we weren’t necessary. Now what you come back only to parade in front of me and then abandon me again, I don’t think so.” Tears began to spring to your eyes as a deranged look overtook Seokjin. Your arm turning white from lack of blood. It was the way he had stared at you that night. The way they all stared at you. It made you want to cry out for help, thankfully you didn’t have to. “Is everything okay?” You didn’t recognize the voice, but when you turned you saw it was the older lady with her sugar baby beside her. The woman’s elegant features wrinkled into a frown at your expression. Seokjin immediately released you and masked his face, “Everything is fine. Sorry if we scared you.” You took the opportunity to excuse yourself and head straight for the exit. Ordering an uber and getting in, before Seokjin could find you.

_Eleven Months Ago_

           Hoseok and you had a lunch date scheduled with a business partner of his. The two of them trying to acquire a developing technology from an old ahjussi. You were there to entertain his wife who Hoseok had described as ‘simple-minded but nice.’ You weren’t sure if it was a compliment or not. You also weren’t sure of your role only that you were Hoseok’s date. Though the two of you had spent some time together it was usually alone, Hoseok wasn’t a fan of public outings and since learning of his position as head of a major corporation, neither were you. “You look stunning.” Hoseok had told you, when you had met him at the restaurant thirty minutes before the meeting was scheduled. Hoseok had gifted you a baby blue cap sleeve dress to wear today and you loved it. The two of you had never really agreed on your payment: sometimes it would be gifts, outings, or sometimes he would deposit five hundred dollars to into your PayPal account.

           “Oh, I have a friend I would love for you to meet. His name is Kim Seokjin, we’ve known each other since high school.” From the fondness in his tone, it seemed Seokjin meant a lot to Hoseok. So, you smiled and nodded, hoping the man was as nice as Hoseok described him to be. Not even five minutes later, a black Audi pulled up to the curve and out stepped a man so beautiful, the gods might envy him. He quickly looked around and smiled the moment his eyes met Hoseok’s. That must be him. Seokjin handed the car keys to the valet and walked towards the two of you, his eyes never leaving Hoseok as the two embraced. “How have you been, Hobi? I haven’t seen you in forever.” His voice was higher pitched than you had imagined, but it suited him somehow. The two exchanged pleasantries until the focus shifted onto you. “Jin this is [Y/n]. She’s the one I’ve been telling you about.” You didn’t know why Hoseok had been speaking to his friends about you, but all those thoughts disappeared when Seokjin finally looked at you.

           There was such potency and intimacy in his stare, you felt as if the world around you had faded and all that was left was him and you. Seokjin’s eyes trailed down your body as if he was drinking you in. You should’ve known he was trouble just from that. What should’ve tipped you off to how dangerous he truly was, is how he was able to return to normalcy in the blink of an eye. “Nice to meet you, [Y/n]. Hope we can be friends.” Seokjin had no intention of being friends with you and you had known it since then.

_Present_

           It wasn’t until you reached your apartment and fished your phone out of your clutch that you saw all the missed messages and calls from Sihyeon. Fearing the worst, you immediately called her, “Sihyeon what’s going on?” Tonight had been stressful and things were only going to get worse. “[Y/n] you won’t believe what I just find out. I was speaking to Jeonhan about your situation and he said he would investigate it. Well, he dug around, and you’ve been blacklisted by Kim Communications. That’s why you can’t get a job.” It took all of your will power in that second not to scream, rage, or break down into a fit of tears. “Sihyeon I’ll have to call you back.” You didn’t even wait until she replied, simply hanging up. The sob that had been latched in your throat since this morning finally escaped and you broke down, falling to the floor.

           If you could turn back time and never have met them, you would. If you could turn back time and never had agreed to become their sugar baby or even going on that stupid trip you would’ve. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty, and you would have to live with the consequences of your actions. It would be so much easier to crawl into bed and cry yourself to sleep, but you had already gotten out of that phase weeks ago. Plus, you would be damned if you gave them the satisfaction of seeing you broken without them. You willed yourself to stop crying and opened your phone once again, going straight for the bastard’s contact. He might have blocked you, who knows, Jimin was the pettiest but Taehyung wasn’t too far behind apparently. Not only had he fucked with your feelings, but with your livelihood and that was not acceptable. Nor would you take it in stride. Despite being older it seems Taehyung couldn’t take the high road.

Y/l/n Y/n: I know what you did.

Kim Taehyung: Well if it isn’t Miss Independent.

Y/l/n Y/n: This is serious Taehyung. Why would you do something like this?

Kim Taehyung: Do what? ;) 

Y/l/n Y/n: I’ll sue you for defamation of character.

Kim Taehyung: You don’t have the money to do that.

You threw your phone against the pillows and watched it bounce back onto the mattress. Taehyung had always caused your blood to boil, but instead of passion, all that you felt was pure hatred. But why? Taehyung had once offered you a job at his company, as his secretary of course. He would often joke about the rendezvous the two of you would have while the rest of the office remained oblivious. Most of the times you would shoot down his ideas, telling him you didn’t want to get a job simply because you were screwing the boss. Sometimes though you would entertain his delusions. Teasing him about this or that: anywhere from getting him coffee in the mornings to quickies during the break. Taehyung never seemed to understand that you were joking, however. It got to the point where he nearly submitted a fake application for you, the only reason it didn’t happen was because of the trip the eight of you took and the aftermath of it. Your phone’s screen lit up once again, Taehyung having sent another message.

Kim Taehyung: Meet me for lunch tomorrow and we can discuss it.

Y/l/n Y/n: You wish.

           You received an email from Paypal, the subject being a new transaction. Your curiosity was piqued, so you opened the app: seven hundred dollars had just been sent to you from Taehyung’s account. If you had been upset before that action was a slap to the face. A scoff exited your lips and you went back to the previous screen, typing away as fast as you could.

Y/l/n Y/n: Go fuck yourself Kim Taehyung.

Kim Taehyung: Why when I can pay you to do it?

           At that point, no words could describe how you felt. You blocked his number, refunded the money, and turned off your phone. Today had been a long day and tomorrow would be even longer. You quickly changed into your pajamas and got into bed, turning off the lights in an attempt to sleep peacefully. That wouldn’t happen. Your brain was in overdrive: recalling and analyzing every single moment shared between you and the men trying to figure out where it went wrong. Where their feelings changed or where their obsession began. Why you had agreed on going on that trip and what you could’ve avoided had you simply never met Hoseok, to begin with. Eventually, you grew so tired that sleep came to you.

           You didn’t know how long you had been asleep, but it felt like four-five hours maximum. Though your eyelids were heavy something willed you to wake up, an uncomfortable feeling overtaking your body. You flipped your body around, so you were laying on your back and facing your bedroom door. Slowly you willed one eye open, though your eyesight was still blurry you managed to make out a figure standing by your door. The sun hadn’t yet risen, so a greyish hue took over your room. “Sihyeon? Did you just get back?” You croaked, still trying to focus your eyes. Sihyeon didn’t respond and you frowned but were finally able to see who was standing there: none other than Kim Namjoon. Immediately you jumped back pressing yourself against the headrest while looking over to where your phone was charging on your bedside table. It was gone. “Your friend was a little intoxicated, so I offered her a ride home. I didn’t know you had switched apartments.” There was something so smooth about the way Namjoon spoke, he reminded you of a television villain. Someone who could describe the way he was about to murder your entire family but do it in the most charismatic and charming way possible. That’s how you knew you were fucked when he spoke like that.

           Namjoon was waiting for you to respond but you refused. Knowing that one wrong word would set him off and he could either pounce on you or destroy your life with a simple phone call. Taehyung had already done that, so he didn’t need to do that much. Oh my god, Sihyeon. Your eyes dragged from him over to your door, he seemed to notice for Namjoon rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Don’t worry she’s just had a bit too much to drink. I found her stumbling around her boyfriend’s hotel lobby, figured she could use some help. He’s not her boyfriend. “Jeonhan isn’t her boyfriend.”  You snapped back, you could see the anger in his face by the way his jaw tightened. His eyebrow-raising, before he decided to walk around the bed, taking a seat right in front of you. You tried to push yourself up against the headboard as much as you could, but he was still only at armlengths. “Where’s my phone Namjoon?” He shrugged as if he had no idea what you were talking about. “I hear you went to meet Seokjin yesterday and that you spoke to Taehyung. Why?” Of course, he would find out the men shared everything. Even things which shouldn’t be shared. “I went to Seokjin for advice about not being able to find a job. Imagine my surprise when I found out the reason was that Taehyung had me blacklisted for no fucking reason.” The words came out without much thought, your emotions taking control.

           Truthfully you were seething but it had little impact on the man in front of you, who raised his hand to gently cup your cheek. “Taehyung’s hurt and so is Seokjin. That’s why they both acted the way they did. Both called me yesterday crying over how they treated you.” You shook your head, rolling your eyes knowing how much that pissed him off; You succeeded as his palm twitched ever so slightly. “If they wanted to apologize, they should’ve done so to me.” Why is he here? Namjoon was always the peacemaker, that was something you had noticed from the start of your relationship. He always wanted everyone to get along and be friends forever, but that wasn’t going to happen; especially not with them. “Princess, the real world is hard. I warned you didn’t I that it wasn’t a place for people like you.” God was he a great manipulator. Even now as he caressed your face and leaned in towards you, there was something inside you that wanted to believe him. That wanted to give in to him and the rest of them. It had been Namjoon that convinced you to be with all seven of them at the same time, it was he who assured you nothing bad would happen, you’d be damned to repeat the same mistake. “I can’t Namjoon. I won’t. I can’t just lie around and depend on others to maintain me. I can’t live off others like a leech.” They had once commented on how they loved your independence. How refreshing it was to be with someone who could stand on their own, even if you were taking money and gifts from them. They only loved your independence as long as you depended on them for it.

           “You had no problem doing it for an entire year.” On the surface, Namjoon looked remarkably calm but underneath there was fire burning and you weren’t about to get caught in it. Gently you took his hand off your cheek, placing it on top of his other hand resting on the covers. “I think you should go, Namjoon.” When Sihyeon woke up you would explain everything to her. Explain why you had switched apartments and moved in with her. Why if she ever saw the men the smartest thing to do was avoid them entirely. Namjoon stood up, adjusting his blazer and cuffs as he looked down at you. “You’re right now isn’t a good time. I’ll be sure to come by later or maybe I’ll just tell the others to stop by see if they have better luck. Maybe Hoseok might convince you.” At his name, your eyes snapped up. He wouldn’t dare. As if he could read your thoughts Namjoon smirked before leaning over you again, putting his arms on either side: trapping you in. “I would. Even if it meant letting the others know where you’ve been hiding all this time. Even if it meant having to destroy your life just so you would finally understand. Or maybe I would do something far worse…” Namjoon pressed his lips against your forehead, before finally standing back up and leaving the room.

           You stayed frozen in shock until you heard the slamming of the front door. Something far worse…Your eyes widened, and you bolted out of bed running straight towards Sihyeon’s room. When you tried to open the door, it was locked and wouldn’t budge. You tried throwing all your weight onto it, kicking it down, even calling for her was useless. Finally, after what seemed like forever the door gave in and the lock came unhinged, you threw the door open hoping for a miracle.

_Nine and half months ago_

           The upper floor of St. Pierre’s had a private dining room fit with a balcony that could be rented out for special occasions. The minimum the party had to spend along with the rental fee was two hundred dollars, something that was nothing but change for the men you were accompanying. The view from the balcony was splendid getting to see all of the downtown area whilst none could see you because of how high up you were. The view wasn’t why you were out here, it was because you needed to step away and think about what had just been propositioned. This wasn’t what you signed up for and sure the pay would be more than what some people make in their entire lives, but at what cost. At what cost. “How are you holding up?” You couldn’t help but be startled, turning around to see none other than Kim Namjoon walking towards you. He smiled softly, “Didn’t mean to scare you. You’ve just been out here for a while and it’s worrying the others.” Even in the dark night and with the low lighting from the two lanterns secured on the balcony, Namjoon was glowing. He looked ethereal and you wondered how you had managed to attract someone like him. How had you managed to attract all seven of them was beyond you.

           “I don’t know what to do.” You spoke softly, gazing out into the city. You felt his eyes on you but refused to meet them as you were far too anxious. “Say yes.” You chuckled but there was no humor in your voice, “I don’t think I can do what you all are asking me to do. Seven people? I barely know what to do with Hobi and I-” His fingers gripped your chin and turned your face towards him. There was something in his eyes, something you hadn’t seen before, he spoke so carefully and softly as if you were a child. “So say yes. You hold the reigns in the relationship. There’s nothing we can do without your consent first. Sure, you would be ours, but we would be yours.” He stepped closer until the two of you were pressed against each other. “Haven’t you ever wanted just for a second in your life to be cared for? No worrying about rent, taxes, not having enough money for food. You can simply focus on your studies and experience things others only dream of.” There was something about his words, they were a mirage. Something that couldn’t really be achieved, but you wanted it so badly. His tongue was coated in honey and you longed to taste it. Perhaps sensing your reluctance, Namjoon spoke again. “If you ever want to stop or get to a place where you no longer need us, they’ll be no hard feelings. We’ll part ways and leave sweet memories behind.”

           Those had been the words that sold you on the entire idea. They had been whispered so seductively into your ear that you had taken them as facts when they were nothing more than baseless lies. They had lied to you to get you where they wanted. Now that you were no longer theirs, they would do anything to get you back.

_Present_

           The monitor beeped constantly as it tracked Sihyeon’s heart rate and respiration. “[Y/n] I’m fine. You didn’t have to bring me here.” She hadn’t been fine. When you broke into her room, Siheyon had been passed out in a pool of her own vomit. Your first instinct was to check if she was breathing and when you felt a faint pulse, you immediately called the ambulance. Now she was awake and sipping on some Gatorade to help with her alcohol poisoning. You could see the embarrassment on her face, Sihyeon wasn’t an avid drinker nor did she mix drinks. “I honestly don’t know what happened after I left Jeonhan’s room. It’s like I blacked out or something.” Truth be told, you should’ve told Sihyeon everything that had happened once she woke up, but you hadn’t. Not to protect Namjoon or anything, but because Sihyeon was clearly not in the right state of mind and she was the type to overreact: drive over to all their companies and set them ablaze whilst screaming out of a megaphone – overreact. She needed to heal and not stress over your troubles which only seemed to worsen as time went on. Jeonhan had contacted Siheyon and said he would visit when his lunch break rolled around, Sihyeon had groaned when she realized it meant he would see her without makeup.

           “Sihyeon, you’re in a hospital. I’m sure he isn’t expecting you to look like a supermodel or anything.” You rationalized as you braided her hair, she had begged you to claim it ‘looks like a rat’s nest.’ Some color had finally returned to her cheeks and the doctors had said that once the alcohol level in her blood had dropped, she could return home. There had been some judgment on their faces when they noticed her appearance but had quickly changed their expression when you pulled out Jeonhan’s black credit card. There isn’t a thing money can’t buy, well except for love. Sihyeon had received top-notch care and had even been placed in a private hospital room instead of the beds down in the emergency wing. “I hope he doesn’t think this happens all the time. He knows I don’t drink a lot.” Sihyeon played with her fingers anxiously, in her line of work opinions and reputation were everything. If Jeonhan grew bored he could toss her aside and simply find a new sugar baby to satisfy his needs, Sihyeon was beautiful so it's not like she would have trouble finding someone else to maintain her but Jeonhan was her favorite thus far. “Of course, he does. Don’t stress just don’t tell him about the alcohol poisoning and say he tired you out so much you passed out. That’ll boost his ego.” He might not entirely believe her, but it wouldn’t matter. “I’ll keep the doctors out of the room, okay?” You finished up her braid and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “Thank you, [Y/n]. You’re the best.”

           A knock on the door caused you to help Sihyeon adjust her gown before speaking out, “Come in.” When you had first met Jeonhan you hadn’t been too sure of him, the man looked disinterested in just about everything. All of that changed whenever he looked at Sihyeon his eyes would fill with joy as he stared at her, the same happened when he walked into the hospital room. The man headed straight for Sihyeon taking in her appearance, before placing a rather large bouquet in her hands. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Nicknames were a must, Sihyeon had once told you first names were too intimate. That’s why it always surprised her when that was all the men would call you by unless you were in trouble. “[Y/n].” A raspy voice spoke out and you turned back to the door to find Yoongi standing there. Jeonhan finally acknowledges your presence, more like nodded at you and turned back to Sihyeon. “Yoongi-hyung and I were supposed to have lunch, but I wanted to see you.” Sihyeon giggled in childish glee. A part of you finding their interaction sweet, while the other part of you knew it was all pretending.

           You had been so wrapped up in the two ‘lovebirds’ sitting on the bed, you failed to notice Yoongi had approached you until he grasped your hand. “Can I speak with you?” Yoongi was never awkward and always had a mask of nonchalance present on his face, now he was the complete opposite. Yoongi seemed fidgety and uncomfortable, in his eyes you saw deep frustration and desperation. “Fine.” You excused yourself from the room, going out into the hall waiting for Yoongi to join you. Instead of stopping right beside you, he kept walking heading towards the end of the hall. You debated on whether to follow him before deciding it was best to get these things over with. It was when you passed a phlebotomist pushing a trolley filled with needles that you remembered. How long has he been clean for? Yoongi had begun rehab right before you had parted ways with them, that would explain his behavior. A pang of guilt hit you as you finally met up with him. He still looked the same though the bags under his eyes were more prominent and he seemed more on edge; either cause of the drugs or you. Maybe both.

           “How have you been Yoongi?” He simply snickered at your question, his tone entirely sardonic. “How do you think I’ve been?” Despite being an addict, Yoongi always looked impeccable. Even now when he seemed to be at a breaking point, he still managed to exude power. “I’m sorry Yoongi.” You were sorry, you hadn’t been the cause of his problems, but you had contributed to them in some way. Yoongi simply stared at you intensely before he swooped down pressing his lips against yours. Your first instinct was to pull away, you couldn’t once you tasted the salty tears on your lips. Yoongi kissed you for another minute until he finally pulled back, the tears had stopped but his eyes were swollen and red. “You said you would never leave me and you did [Y/n].” It was as if someone had plunged a knife straight into his heart. “I couldn’t stay when me being near you was making you worse.” Yoongi had taken a hold of your arms and was shaking violently. “So what you use me and get to toss me aside when you don’t want me?! I won’t let you.” The melancholy in his eyes had been replaced by wrath, his hands digging into your skin too harshly you knew there would be bruises. “If you don’t come back to me, to us. I’ll make sure everyone finds out the kind of person you are and not just you, I ruin Sihyeon’s life as well. No one wants to be dating a whore and I’m sure Jeonhan will drop her the moment he finds out everything.”

           Finds out what? You frowned and there was confusion evident on your face, at which Yoongi only smirked. He leaned into your ear and whispered what it is he had against Sihyeon, your eyes widening in fear. “Unless you want to drag your friend down to where you are, you do well to remember your place.” He released you and quickly walked away, leaving you to spiral in the corner of the hall. Your life was falling apart bit by bit and there was nothing you could do about it. A dry heave left you as Yoongi’s frame slowly got smaller and smaller. You glanced around until you noticed a bathroom sign only a few feet away, you practically ran to it. Closing the door behind you and locking it, you stared at the mirror. Your face was devoid of color, eyes wide and fearful, you hadn’t realized you were crying until you saw the tear streaks down your face. Hesitantly you took off your sweater only to see large hand marks on your biceps, where Yoongi had grabbed you.

_Seven Months Ago_

Yoongi was always careless with his strength leaving your body riddled with bruises and tonight would be no different. You were thankful that winter had rolled around, and that wearing scarves or turtlenecks was acceptable, as he was sure to leave a large bruise on your neck with the amount of pressure he was applying. The two of you were naked on top of his custom queen bed, the headboard crashing against the wall mimicking Yoongi’s thumping into your core. You moaned his name which only served to encourage him more, his pace becoming quicker. “Y-yoongi p-please.” The man had spent all afternoon teasing you, taking you to the edge only to never allow you the bliss of coming undone. “Fuck. Do you know what you do to me? You’re better than anything out there [Y/n].” Yoongi was beyond high, his pupils completely dilated and pulse racing. A part of you knew it couldn’t be weed that he was on, but you knew better than to question it. What Yoongi did with his life was his business, you knew your place. “Fuck [Y/n]. Where do you belong? Who do you belong to?” At this point the two of you had become completely erratic, biting and scratching at each other in the name of lust.

When you didn’t immediately reply Yoongi applied more pressure on your throat, making it difficult to breathe properly. “I belong to you Yoongi. I belong underneath you.” He wasn’t satisfied. Yoongi raised your leg placing it on his shoulder and began to grind against you from a new angle, one where he was constantly hitting your g-spot. “Who do you belong to?” A guttural groan exited his lips, as Yoongi tried his hardest not to come. Not until he was sure you knew the answer. “Yoongi, S-seokjin, Hobi, Namjoon, Jimin, Kookie, and Taehyung.” The names escaped your lips as a mantra of sorts, your abdomen beginning to tighten once again. “Yoongi.” You whined, he silenced you with a kiss. “Come with me. You can come, baby girl.”

_Present_

           “Hello? Miss? Is everything alright?” The pounding on the door awakened you from your thoughts. Splashing some water on your face, you pull a smile on your face and exit the bathroom. A concerned nurse standing in front of you, you apologize and head back into Sihyeon’s room finding her alone toying with the flowers on her lap. “Where did you go to?” She asked, a smile on her face. Jeonhan made her happy, you had never seen her as happy with any other client of hers. “I spoke with Yoongi and went to the bathroom. Sorry, I took long.” You shrugged, trying to hide the uneasiness in your voice. “Nah don’t worry. I’m glad the two of you are still friends since you broke up.” You hummed in agreeance and chose to walk over to the chair left of the hospital bed. The moment you sat down all of your muscles relaxed, it felt as if you had run a marathon. Your legs as heavy as lead and your heart even heavier. “Oh, that reminds me Jeonhan said Yoongi forgot to give this to you.” Sihyeon produced your phone from under the flowers, it was exactly as you had left it the night before. “How did Yoongi even have your phone?” You struggled to get the words out, “I accidentally left it when I met Seokjin.” Sihyeon frowned, “Didn’t we talk on the phone last night?” Oh, so that you remember. “I was still with Seokjin when you called. I left in such a hurry, I must’ve forgotten it.” You smiled sheepishly. Sihyeon seemed doubtful but decided to leave it at that.

           The best thing about Sihyeon was she didn’t hover. That’s why she had been the perfect roommate when you suddenly had to move apartments. She had never questioned why you did what you did or how you ended up finding out she had the same ‘profession’ as you. Sihyeon never commented on the paranoia that hung on your shoulders. All she asked is who you had been involved with and displayed recognition upon learning you were the girl who swept ‘the seven’ off their feet. You had waited until Sihyeon drifted off to sleep, to examine your phone. The device was off, so you pressed the power button and waited until your lock screen popped up being horrified when it did. A picture of you decked out in lingerie smiling back at you. Immediately you opened up the gallery only to find similar pictures and even more proactive ones; hundreds flooding the storage space. You looked back at the lock screen picture, analyzing it trying to remember when or who took them. The hardwood floor underneath something you immediately recognized, along with the fuzzy carpet you laid on. Once the phone established a connection again, a text message came in from none other than the photographer himself.

Jeon Jungkook: Let’s talk.

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[subloganrights]

A list of prompts...

...from the asks of my old sanders sides smut blog that I will never get around to writing for one reason or another, so, feel free to take them and use them in whatever way you want. (And feel free to tag me too)

[Sorry if any of these prompts are yours, yes some are very old, but I’ve either had no inspiration for them, dislike the ship for it now (in the case of prinxiety prompts), I simply have been unable to write them, or I’ve got something very similar already in the works]

prompt: patton x virgil with a daddy kink and some spanking? maybe patton punishing him for being bad or talking back-- or for teasing him to much. (i love the headcanons where patton is secretly kinky and that his entire personality changes in bed--) this is my first time asking for a prompt on a smut blog so sorry if its to kinky (or not kinky enough-- )

Prompt: Virgil taking care of Patton, not necessarily because Patton needs it, but because Virgil wants to. Virgil kissing, cuddling, praising, and loving on Patton (NSFW). Maybe body worship?

Prompt: Virgil accidentally bursting out to Roman: "I just had the weirdest dream about you and now i can’t stop imagining what you’d look like naked"

“Tie my jacket around your waist? Gross-! Just because you couldn’t hold it doesn’t mean I have to get my clothes soiled, too.” Virgil is the one who pissed himself, he washing his jacket or something already so he asked for Roman's jacket.

Prompt: “If you hadn’t drank so much everytime we go somewhere, you wouldn’t have had this problem…” if you’re up for it maybe Princiety? Thank you! I love your writing so much ❤️

Prompt: Sugardaddy au, Moxiety - Virgil is an art major at college and he wants to become an art teacher, but it's really hard for him because of his anxiety. He has a job that doesn't pay too well, but it's okay and he does art commissions for money, but he doesn't sleep or eat enough and is constantly stressed. So when he meets Patton and they get to know each other, Patton offers to be his Sugardaddy, but Virgil refuses. He always has been always will be. Patton continues to insist.

oneshot: virgil goes to see roman in a show and roman sneaks him backstage and dresses him in a costume and fucks virgil in it and makes him cum multiple times

Prompt: so Idk if you've looked at the omorashi tag recently put there us a post ralking about 'voodoo bladder control' and I was wondering if you could write a fic witg roman controlling virgil's bladder all day and V just losing it because "oh my God roman pleaseeee" but he can't do anything cause the group is spending time together and virgil is so embarrassed. I hope this makes sense, also love your blog btw it's amazing💙💙

Prompt: Three of the Sides tied down, vibrating cock rings on each of them. The one Side not tied up is dominating them all, teasing them further and further till all of them are begging messes. Each one tied down trying to please the dom the most so that they could finally cum.

Plz write a fic (or hc you choose fam) of the dom pat wanting sub Virge to scream for him. I beg💜

Fic prompt: strong Patton and needy verge. Virgil's a jittery mess and he needs something but getting off alone isn't helping. Que Pat walking in on the writhing whining mess that is virgil on the bed and just instantly picks him up. Of course this causes him to wrap his legs around the elder side. Long story short pat fucking him hard up against the wall is exactly what he needs 💜

Prompt: Remy and a side of your choosing indulging in some mild bondage and somnopholia

Prompt anon here sorry I haven't been online until now. I'm used to people /wanting/ vague prompts so I'm sorry for that. Maybe some moxiety with Virgil asking/begging Patton to do something and getting told to do it himself. (I.e., wanting to be fucked and ending up riding Patton and doing the work etc)

Prinxiety Prompt: "You look so helpless. How does it feel not having the upper hand?" When Virgil decides that he's gonna top Roman, and Roman talks a big game about how Virgil don't break him but uhh...... He breaks

Hello again! I’m the somnophilia Logince anon. Okay so maybe Logan and Roman are cuddling and then Roman ‘falls asleep’ and somehow tells (maybe Morse code or something) Logan that he wants to do this so Logan just sucks roman off and whispering ‘please don’t wake up’

Can you do a fic where Patton makes Virgil wear a vibrator and has a control for it and loves to set it off at random times?... Sometimes even in public. He does it when he doesn't listen to him. Virgil tries not to be turned on or react buuuut it doesn't work.

OH OKAY basically Logan and Roman are arguing about who can do things better and it goes from “i can make decisions better than you” to “at least I’m better at kissing” and then all the way to “i ride dick better than anyone” and it’s very sexually and frustration charged but ends happily post orgasms

prompt: Patton taking Virgil's virginity and it just being really soft and sweet 💕

Then could you do some logince knifeplay? Like power bottom Logan riding Roman who’s tied up and he’s using the (dull sided) knife and saying stuff like “Be still, we wouldn’t want to cut up that pretty face of yours.” And “How defenseless you look, a daring prince in the face of danger, moaning and whining for more.”

Omo prinx anon - I just really like the idea of Virgil flipping it around on usually dom roman, both of them surprised at how much they enjoy it. I’m new to omo? So I’m not sure. But maybe some light restraints? Praise/degradation? Roman being the bigger stronger one but Virgil is still completely in control?

Virgil and Patton go out to the mall, and Virgil waits too long to go to the bathroom, and the nearest one is out of order.

Fic: Patton making Virgil his pretty kitty, complete with a tail, ears, and a collar.

Prompt: Logan stressed out by school/finals/homework that one of the others fuck him to relax him enough to sleep.

Hcs or Prompt. Roman and Vergil sharing ice cream. Vergil flicks a spoonful of ice cream on Roman's shirt. say "Guess we gotta remove that shirt." Roman then smears a spoonful of ice cream down Vergil's cheek and across his shoulder. He then licks and sucks his way back up to vergil's mouth.

Yee! A few I have: Virgil gets scared/anxious and doesn’t realize it but he wets himself out of fear? (Could also work for Patton too) Or, on a lighter note, Roman or Patton giggling so hard they wet themselves. :3 (I blame my friend for that last one). Do with them what you wish my pal. -DA

If requests are open, is it possible for you to write a fake-rape prinxiety fic? Consensual non consent or whatever, with dom Virgil? ~ 💛

So um I'm not a fan of omo but prompt: Patton reminding everyone to stay hydrated and when they don't listen, Patton going all Dom on them forcing them to drink water and then things get messy and omo ensues

Logince and some accidental bondage + some sleepy sex (waking up to a blowjob and being so tangled in the sheets that they're technically restrained)

I'd die for some Remy getting recked, probably by Roman after he was done of the other's pettiness. Basically the prince trying to tame the brat (?) - Cal

when you have a chance could you do something with virgil getting wrecked, maybe by deciet and sleep, maybe have him cry alittle? Thanks you

Prompt: Roman and Logan deciding to shop online and the first thing to pop up on Romans computer is porn. Graphic porn. They decide to... recreate it - new ask sender whom you can call Louise

roman having a collar that says property of virgil or summin, and virgil finds it and ro is embarrassed but virge loves it!! also like. us petplay enthused fanders are having a field week

Prompt: Roman in a skirt in a train, Logan is with him. Ends up fucking him in public while on the train with a few people here and there in the car.

It's slightly odd but like, reverse daddy kink where Virgil is the one who likes being called "Daddy", along with bondage and a Pat being very loud and whimpery. You can choose the situation

#sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #prompt #prompts #shut up el #important #smuttysanderssidestwopointoh #smuttysanderssides

[caixxa]

1, 4, and 5!

1: what are you currently working on?

I have 3 projects I juggle quite equally. I have given up translating one of my own works from Finnish to English when I realized there's so much that just doesn't translate, not with my current skills.

9th chapter of Country Comforts, multi relationship hockey rpf ranch/college/sugardaddy AU (yes all three of those), a spin-off of my porn AU camera ready

Crawdaddy, Pekka/Juuse folk/country musicians AU with sidekick Sepe and background Roman Josi

Shits and Giggles, a crack/fluff piece with a bunch of Finnish cameos in a short Sepe/Teuvo story about shooting a music video for a You Can Play -type campaign featuring Finnish NHLers.

4: describe your favorite character or characters

 But there he was, a jumpy bunny rabbit with a soft, husky giggle, nasal boyish speaking voice, thicker accent than Pekka’s ever was and mood swings from stormy glooms to upbeat shit-eating grins. (Juuse's impression of Sepe in Crawdaddy)

5: post a line from your current project without any context

"This is the best sleepover ever," he purred, "Juuse's daddy, you make me feel so good."

(Tbh that looks so bad without context 😅)

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Thank you so much for asking, it was a pleasure!

#fic #hockey rpf #asks #answered

[pksuburban]

1) charlie mac ofc 2) roman josi 3) hmm, maybe pk? but like, specifically sugardaddy pk

Luv me some sugardaddies. Just call me a

tell me which 3 players you associate me with

#they r all 3 sugardaddies but charlie is like... in training

[isugardaddysbw]

IN STORES NOW!!!! #sugardaddy #bewareofredemption #thefinalalbum IN MY SINGLE PROMO "Force RIP Break" (w/ Charity Hill & Paperman), "Enter The Funeral" (w/ MPG) & "Somebody Else" (w/ Troy, Randy Tymers, Fredro, Roxanne, Taneil, Jessika, Shay Monae, Roman Matthew & Every Evil) #trapflix #softballbooty #nolimitragezrecords ⛪🦊🕊️🏺⚰️⚱️ THAT'S MY LAST DAY!!!! 💯👏🏻💯👏🏻💯👏🏻💯 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

[spilledkauffie]

Hamilton HC Masterlist!

Because I love you all! just kidding, it’s because Kauffie didn’t sleep last night so she made this, but I do love you ♡  Titled for what they include! Some include more than one and are under several. Not in any particular order. Other masterlists: Main | Preferences | Spooky  

King George III: Being married  Types of kisses Hands nsfw + fluff SFW Alphabet NSFW Alphabet

Alexander Hamilton: Playing hard to get Significant other having kids already  How he kisses Comforting you after a panic attack caused by yelling Southern s/o Tomboys s/o Depression + Anxiety s/o Breakdown due to work s/o Horny s/o Rollerblade date Insomniac s/o Seeing you in a breathtaking dress Small but ‘fight me’ s/o With pets Cons of dating Proposing Being turned on Coming home to reader asleep Waking up next to S/o with their sweatpants on Seducing someone S/o in their dress shirt, dancing around Seducing their already lover Being smooth with his words to you Clingy s/o S/o worries he’ll go back to Eliza Sleeping with Alex (non-sexually) Doing s/o makeup SFW Alphabet NSFW Alphabet SD!Alex Comforting after a long day Finding his father? Equestrian reader  Reader doesn’t want kids Silent hugs Day before the wedding How protective Asking about BJs What allergy would they have

Philip Hamilton: Shy!Philip Small,shy,insecure s/o Hands nsfw + fluff Being close to Philip after Reynolds pamphlet  Going to Disney / wedding day / when you’re sad When you’re sick Kink talk S/o waiting until marriage  Talks without thinking Prone to fainting s/o Christmas time Jealous Valentine’s Day As a husband S/o has food poisoning Drunk s/o NSFW Alphabet Wet dreams Comforting after a long day Silent hugs Day before the wedding

Thomas Jefferson: Playing hard to get Significant other having kids already Significant other being pregnant Comforting you after a panic attack caused by yelling Depression + Anxiety s/o How he kisses Shy appearing, but freak in the sheets s/o Breakdown due to work s/o Rollerblade date Horny s/o Proposing Cons of dating Waking up next to Small but ‘fight me’ s/o Hands nsfw + fluff S/o with their sweatpants on S/o in their dress shirt, dancing around Depressed reader Jealous/protective of reader Significantly short s/o S/o having an anxiety attack, immobilised Doing s/o makeup S/o speaks French NSFW Alphabet NSFW Alphabet Lovesick With a baby

Lovesick!Thomas: Part 1 // Part 2 Original Drabble Asked out on Valentine’s day by reader Going on a date First time First kiss One year anniversary First fight Pregnant reader NSFW Alphabet

Hercules Mulligan: Significant other having kids already Comforting you after a panic attack caused by yelling  Playing hard to get Kink talk Horny s/o Rollerblade date Depression + Anxiety s/o Breakdown due to work s/o Insomniac s/o Seeing you in a breathtaking dress How he kisses Being turned on Small but ‘fight me’ s/o Southern s/o Tomboys s/o With pets Proposing Cons of dating Coming home to reader asleep Waking up next to Seducing someone S/o with their sweatpants on S/o in their dress shirt, dancing around Seducing their already lover Doing s/o makeup S/o on period NSFW Alphabet Comforting after a long day Equestrian reader Silent hugs Day before the wedding How protective Asking about BJs What allergy would they have

James Madison: Yandere!James (I tried) Significant other having kids already Significant other being pregnant Breakdown due to work s/o Hands nsfw + fluff Comforting you after a panic attack caused by yelling Insomniac s/o Depression + Anxiety s/o Rollerblade date Proposing Pros + cons of dating Rained out date NSFW Alphabet

John Laurens: Significant other having kids already First date Playing hard to get Face riding nsfw Horny s/o Being turned on When you’re sick Breakdown due to work s/o Seeing you in a breathtaking dress Comforting you after a panic attack caused by yelling How he kisses Depression + Anxiety s/o Rollerblade date With pets Insomniac s/o Small but ‘fight me’ s/o Southern s/o Tomboys s/o Proposing Finding out you’re pregnant With pregnant reader Coming home to reader asleep Cons of dating Waking up next to Christmas time Seducing someone S/o with their sweatpants on S/o in their dress shirt, dancing around Seducing their already lover Doing s/o makeup NSFW Alphabet Comforting after a long day Equestrian reader Silent hugs Day before the wedding How protective Asking about BJs What allergy would they have

Badboy!John:  Christmas time Valentine’s x innocent reader

Marquis de Lafayette: Significant other having kids already Playing hard to get Small but ‘fight me’ s/o Horny s/o Being turned on Rollerblade date Insomniac s/o Depression + Anxiety s/o Breakdown due to work s/o How he kisses Shy appearing, but freak in the sheets s/o Seeing you in a breathtaking dress With pets Tomboys s/o Southern s/o Comforting you after a panic attack caused by yelling Cons of dating Proposing Waking up next to Christmas time Seducing someone Coming home to reader asleep S/o with their sweatpants on S/o in their dress shirt, dancing around Seducing their already lover Unconfident reader Sexually shy s/o Loud, talkative s/o Doing s/o makeup After someone cheats S/o on period S/o speaks French SD x how they met Stripper!Laf s/o visiting him at work NSFW Alphabet Comforting after a long day Equestrian reader Silent hugs Day before the wedding How protective Asking about BJs What allergy would they have

Gladiator!Laf HCs: pt.1 Winning the reader  Swords How they met Sneaking out to see him

Samuel Seabury:

Cons of dating NSFW Alphabet

George Washington: Significant other being pregnant  Horny s/o Random Hcs Waking up next to  Cuddles / Kisses N+SFW Alphabets

SugarDaddy!Gwash: Sugar!Daddy / Drabble / General HCs SD x insecure reader drabble SD x insecure reader SD x readers unsupportive fam SD x reader who’s worried about finals SD x reader who’s seductive without knowing it SD x reader who got hurt SD x reader after a fight SD x reader has anxiety attacks

Aaron Burr: Significant other being pregnant Rollerblade date Breakdown due to work s/o Being close to Philip (daughter)  Depression + Anxiety s/o Comforting you after a panic attack caused by yelling Proposing Christmas time  NSFW Alphabet

Poly!Hamilsquad: Kinks in bed Chubby s/o Drunk s/o S/O who doesn’t like Valentine’s  Pregnant reader Bookworm s/o Energetic s/o S/o who doesn’t like to eat S/o who dances around to music S/o with substance abuse Hot headed reader Depressed s/o Seeing s/o crying S/o insecure in clothing How they fight Lingerie surprise Selectively mute s/o Reader stealing kisses

How they met (Roman AU)

Poly!pegulette (? Peggy + Herc + Laf): What it would be like to be the shortest Coming home to reader asleep

Poly!GCS (? King G III + Charles Lee + Seabury): General HCs

#spilledkauffie #HC MASTERLIST #I won't be home until 11:40pm (my time) so here ya go!

[inge-universe]

#newin #nieuwbinnen #recensieboek Coco Mellors - Cleopatra en Frankenstein @cocomellors #cocomellors #cleopatraenfrankenstein Wie heeft dit boek al gelezen? Wat vond je er van? ............ Bedankt voor het #recensieexemplaar #leesexemplaar @amboanthos #amboanthosuitgevers #amboanthos ............ Inhoud: Cleopatra en Frankenstein van Coco Mellors is voor de lezers van Normale mensen van Sally Rooney. In Cleopatra en Frankenstein van Coco Mellors probeert de vierentwintigjarige Britse kunstschilder Cleo haar draai te vinden in New York. Vlak voordat haar visum verloopt, ontmoet ze Frank. Hij is een twintig jaar oudere selfmade man en ze worden verliefd. Door met Frank te trouwen krijgt Cleo de vrijheid om te schilderen en in Amerika te blijven. Hij krijgt er schoonheid en kunst voor terug. Maar hun impulsieve huwelijk heeft onvoorziene gevolgen voor de mensen om hen heen. Of het nu Cleo’s beste vriend is, die worstelt met zijn genderidentiteit, of Franks zus, die afhankelijk is van sugardaddy’s, of dat het nu Cleo en Frank zelf zijn, die de beproevingen van hun huwelijk proberen te doorstaan: het zijn stuk voor stuk fascinerende personages in pijnlijk herkenbare situaties. Cleopatra en Frankenstein van Coco Mellors is een ijzersterk debuut, zowel humoristisch als hartverscheurend en even lichtvoetig als diep ontroerend. ‘In de kern is dit een roman over hoe makkelijk de liefde en geliefden verkeerd begrepen kunnen worden en hoe relatieproblemen ook vrienden en familie raken. Een slimme en meeslepende vertolking van de big-city romance.’ – Kirkus Reviews (starred review) ‘Deze New Yorkers worden in al hun menselijkheid getoond en het is heerlijk om tijd door te brengen in hun sprankelende aanwezigheid, met hun plezier en verdriet.’ – The Spectator ............ #instabook #bookstagrammer #bookstagram #bookstagramnl #bookstagrammers #instaboek #boekstagram #boekenwurm #booktrovert #books #bookmail #dutchbookstagram #roman #lezenisleuk #liefdesverhaal #dutchbookstagrammers #dutchbookstagrammer #boekenpost #literatuur #liefde #liefdesgeschiedenis https://www.instagram.com/p/CmwFKMeLga5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#newin #nieuwbinnen #recensieboek #cocomellors #cleopatraenfrankenstein #recensieexemplaar #leesexemplaar #amboanthosuitgevers #amboanthos #instabook #bookstagrammer #bookstagram #bookstagramnl #bookstagrammers #instaboek #boekstagram #boekenwurm #booktrovert #books #bookmail #dutchbookstagram #roman #lezenisleuk #liefdesverhaal #dutchbookstagrammers #dutchbookstagrammer #boekenpost #literatuur #liefde #liefdesgeschiedenis

[bloodandhedonism]

Germanic questioneer here, going to a totally different tangent: who are the modern ethnic Romans or at least closest? Ethnic Romans presmuably didn't just magically disappear with foreign overlords, since absolutely nobody denies the Anglo-Saxons/English ever disappeared even if they had to take some French into their language.

wasn’t there some genetics map made a while back comparing actual modern european ethnic groups? it showed a lot of romance-language speaking areas were still distinct, if pretty heavily mixed amongst intra-white groups. 

anyway you can probably get away with saying “yeah, the modern romance language speakers are probably heirs to the latins”, i doubt they’d mind anyway. especially the coastal areas of the western european mediterranean. 

i remember one of mitchell heisman’s big things in his suicide screed was that european societies were class-stratified based on intra-white ethnicities, most of which came about in the roman collapse. the saxon-norman thing in england was the most famous example, but he mentioned a frankish-gaulish thing going on in france as well. if we’re playing this game, the living capetians left could be said to be ethnic franks, especially going by their beloved salic law. 

capetians, bourbons. i met the king of spain when he visited florida a couple of years ago, good times. the selfie i got with him... only two people ever saw it, one friend (not @tomasnau for once) said it looked like a twink with his sugardaddy, and mother was horrified at how it turned out. oh well. 

no one else can ever see that photo past those two.

[inge-universe]

#newin #nieuwbinnen #bookmail #boekenpost #recensieboek Coco Mellors - Cleopatra en Frankenstein @cocomellors #cocomellors #clepatraomsk Wie heeft dit boek al gelezen? Wat vond je er van? ............ Bedankt voor het #recensieexemplaar #leesexemplaar @amboanthos ............ Inhoud: Cleopatra en Frankenstein van Coco Mellors is voor de lezers van Normale mensen van Sally Rooney. In Cleopatra en Frankenstein van Coco Mellors probeert de vierentwintigjarige Britse kunstschilder Cleo haar draai te vinden in New York. Vlak voordat haar visum verloopt, ontmoet ze Frank. Hij is een twintig jaar oudere selfmade man en ze worden verliefd. Door met Frank te trouwen krijgt Cleo de vrijheid om te schilderen en in Amerika te blijven. Hij krijgt er schoonheid en kunst voor terug. Maar hun impulsieve huwelijk heeft onvoorziene gevolgen voor de mensen om hen heen. Of het nu Cleo’s beste vriend is, die worstelt met zijn genderidentiteit, of Franks zus, die afhankelijk is van sugardaddy’s, of dat het nu Cleo en Frank zelf zijn, die de beproevingen van hun huwelijk proberen te doorstaan: het zijn stuk voor stuk fascinerende personages in pijnlijk herkenbare situaties. Cleopatra en Frankenstein van Coco Mellors is een ijzersterk debuut, zowel humoristisch als hartverscheurend en even lichtvoetig als diep ontroerend. ‘In de kern is dit een roman over hoe makkelijk de liefde en geliefden verkeerd begrepen kunnen worden en hoe relatieproblemen ook vrienden en familie raken. Een slimme en meeslepende vertolking van de big-city romance.’ – Kirkus Reviews (starred review) ‘Deze New Yorkers worden in al hun menselijkheid getoond en het is heerlijk om tijd door te brengen in hun sprankelende aanwezigheid, met hun plezier en verdriet.’ – The Spectator ............ #instabook #bookstagrammer #bookstagram #bookstagramnl #bookstagrammers #instaboek #boekstagram #boekenwurm #booktrovert #books  #dutchbookstagram #dutchbookstagrammers #dutchbookstagrammer #lezenisleuk https://www.instagram.com/p/CkY5A2FrDXd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#newin #nieuwbinnen #bookmail #boekenpost #recensieboek #cocomellors #clepatraomsk #recensieexemplaar #leesexemplaar #instabook #bookstagrammer #bookstagram #bookstagramnl #bookstagrammers #instaboek #boekstagram #boekenwurm #booktrovert #books #dutchbookstagram #dutchbookstagrammers #dutchbookstagrammer #lezenisleuk

[caixxa]

Before the beginning

BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

I forgot to mention that I have 3 projects that I’m working on pretty much equally:

9th chapter of Country Comforts, multi relationship hockey rpf ranch/college/sugardaddy AU (yes all three of those), a spin-off of my porn AU camera ready

Crawdaddy, Pekka/Juuse folk/country musicians AU with sidekick Sepe and background Roman Josi

A nameless crack/fluff piece with a bunch of Finnish cameos in a short Sepe/Teuvo story about shooting a music video for a You Can Play -type campaign featuring Finnish NHLers. (for the ease of it, I just decided that the working title is shits and giggles)

I cheat and use a backstory bit from the first draft of Crawdaddy! Here:

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How exactly they are related, Juuse doesn’t have a clear view because when there was talk about it earlier the point kept getting lost in the ramble about shared childhood memories and stories about long lost forefathers.

“No, no! It wasn’t him who fell off the piano chair at Grandma’s wedding, it was his brother,” or something similar, and they’d trail off to reminiscing the way that grand-uncle Lasse used to play slide guitar using a case of a shotgun shell.

But yeah, Sebastian was family, and he hopped along on their van in the summer. Was he dumped with them because he had nothing better to do and they were done with having him at home, or was he there to keep an eye on Pekka’s drinking, Juuse was not sure. But there he was, a jumpy bunny rabbit with a soft, husky giggle, nasal boyish speaking voice, thicker accent than Pekka’s ever was and mood swings from stormy glooms to upbeat shit-eating grins.

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thank you for the ask! Questions here