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soaringthoughts · 11 months

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:: A MISFORTUNE'S VESSEL. (chapter 2)

[ lowercase intended. ] a misfortune's vessel : chapter 2/? chapter - 1 PAIRINGS: aqua hoshino x reader

A/N: I actually didn’t expect for people to see and read my work, but here we go! School just finished for me and I just graduated so I've been very busy for the past month and wasn't able to update.

I procrastinated too much on this.. But now I finally finished it. ╰(❁´◡`❁)╯

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it felt as though time had flown. you're glad that your body is finally capable of self care.

what relieves you the most is that you finally reached the age where people wouldn't suspect you for walking and talking.

it didn't take long before you can finally stand up on your own two feet, you've always sworn to never leave your crib at all rather than do all the crawling.

everything changed, however, when the news regarding Ai reached you.

you didn't get to hear an ounce of it from Miyako. but due to Ai's popularity, the news spread like wildfire all across the internet.

you were devastated. Ai passing away was the least thing you'd expect to receive after not hearing from her for years.

it made you wonder, what about Aqua and Ruby?

you can't gather the wits to ask Miyako about it. perhaps letting her recover from it would be the wiser decision.

over the past years since the incident, you barely got any attention from your parents.

Saito deserted his responsibilities. he spiraled into depression and disappeared from the company grounds. perhaps it was because of what happened to Ai.

it was all so sudden that Miyako was forced to be bombarded with these responsibilities, which only occupied more of her time so you barely got a chance to see her.

you are often alone at home, well at least that's how you felt. Saito stayed with you, but he would often lock himself up in his room and only come out to eat or use the bathroom.

hell, he even wastes his time on drinking alcohol and only gives you money just so you could take care of yourself.

Miyako, however, thought that this was bad parenting and so she decided to leave you with a babysitter.

you were upset as to why her, your own mother, is out there taking care of other children instead of her own daughter.

but you were considerate enough to understand that she's still working for strawberry productions which concludes of being present at her workplace most of the time.

but despite all that, you still managed to graduate from primary school and live your life as it is.

you are currently a highschooler. and for this next school year, you are struck by the decision of whether to take general or entertainment program for your new school.

you've always wanted to be an iconic idol like Ai but after hearing Miyako's opinion regarding this matter, you've decided to just pursue being an average student.

she didn't sound too supportive of it, especially after what happened to Ai.

being an idol really does have its ups and downs.

“I'm going.” not sounding too optimistic, Miyako was concerned by your well-being.

“I'll give you a ride.” Miyako snatched her car keys from the kitchenette's counter, accompanying you outside the house to head for the car.

normally, the atmosphere between you two is awkward. perhaps it's due to the relationship you both have and from the times that you two barely spend time together.

but today seemed different. unlike before, Miyako seemed to be more talkative around you after the disagreement you had regarding being an idol.

“I'm sorry, [Name].” Miyako tried to clear the atmosphere. but the rest of the ride was in silence, almost deafening at that.

you didn't have any response to this. you had already given up from the start, or so you thought.

taking things slow, that's your current objective.

“I believe in you, good luck.” as soon as you arrived at the destination, you stepped out of the car.

brushing a hair strand to tuck it behind your ears, Miyako's lips lifted into a bittersweet smile. perhaps it was due to her stress. but despite that, you took her smile all whole-heartedly.

“Thank you, mom.” with the return of a heartwarming smile, Miyako gave you a gentle squeeze of a hug before you head inside.

the school didn't look all too fancy, it didn't look all too good-for-nothing either. just an average school to be precise.

the clanks of your shoes reverberated through the school halls as you made your way inside.

the campus looked almost empty, but you were still passing by a few students throughout the way. perhaps they were also here for the enrollment.

you fixated your gaze over the plates of each classroom you are passing by to look for the general program you'll enroll in. it didn't take long, you eventually stumbled upon the said room as you lined yourself up with the students who also seemed to be here for this strand.

there was nothing special about the area. the building was simply structured and barely furnished. the atmosphere was dull. but perhaps it's because it's a new opened school.

as you got done signing the papers and passing the qualifications and requirements for your enrollment, which took a toll of time, you returned outside the halls and started heading back into the direction from where you came from to head back home.

it was quick, the long line was what kept you in.

unlike earlier, the sun seemed to shine brighter now. the rays of it reflected through the hall windows and over your figure. it was almost blinding.

you were able to see the hallways more properly. now that it's lit up, it actually doesn't look that bad.

you made your way throughout the area, standing out in your proper school attire and your bag slinged in your back.

your mind was stirred with your current emotions of what you feel about your upcoming school year. your mood swinging from both anticipation and nervousness at the same time. even though it's just the same strand you chose in your past life.

almost drowning in your thoughts, you didn't notice the group of people you bumped on. specifically a girl that's facing the opposite direction.

they seemed to be arguing about something, or maybe that's what you thought.

“Oh?- are you alright?” the girl was startled and swiftly turned around to check you out. luckily, it was just a small bump so you managed to stay on your ground.

you were in daze by the familiarity of her voice. you blinked a couple of times to clear your sight, before taking in the figure of the girl, along with two other people with her.

the two that were right in front of you were lookalikes despite the opposite genders they are, they must be identical twins.

as for the other girl on their back, she was immediately silenced by the sight. she had scarlet orbs and hair locks unlike the two.

you felt the guy's gaze dart at you, as if examining your features. “..[Name]?” as well as the girl, the guy's voice also seemed all too familiar.

you were surprised by how he knew your name. and that's when it finally rang a bell, it was Aqua and Ruby.

“You guys..” was all you managed to mutter. you were still in shock by the sudden encounter. you didn't expect that you'd reunite with them here, out of all places.

considering the school attire they are also in, it was obvious that they are also enrolled for this school.

you can say that nothing much changed. they were still the twins that you knew.

Aqua is still as stoic as ever. his phlegmatic tone remains the same. Ruby, still a bundle of joy, much to your surprise.

Unlike Aqua, Ruby is still as talkative as ever when comparing the two, “Aw, is that all you have to say? it has been years!” to your surprise, the two seemed to still get along with you despite not seeing each other for years.

you indulged in a small conversation, mostly about updating yourselves about what happened over the years of being separated.

“So, what program did you take?” just as Aqua had decided to chime in, the atmosphere immediately shifted from someone clearing their throat. done on purpose.

that's when you remembered that the two were also with someone else.

“I'm still here, you know.” said the 'unknown' girl to ease the atmosphere, almost feeling bad for leaving her in the dark from the reunion of you three.

she had red locks with a length that extends to the central of her neck. as well as cerise doe eyes that somehow resembles Ruby's, which complements to the color scheme of her hair.

she had a navy blue beret on, unlike you, Ruby, and the rest of the females in the school. making her stand out.

“Well.. this is kind of a personal matter, [Name] is a friend that we haven't seen for years.”

you didn't expect for Aqua to respond, but you were glad that he is finally somehow being more open than letting Ruby do all the talking.

this earned a scoff from the girl, a name that is still unknown. “Maybe let me chime in at least.. maybe we can get along.”

although you appreciated the fact that this girl was willing to talk with you, you can't help but wonder if she only said that so she wouldn't feel left out.

setting your thoughts aside, you decided to conversate anyway.

“I'm [name].” there was no need for formalities, and so you decided to just simply introduce yourself by letting her know your name. you're awkward at starting conversations after all.

“I'm Kana!”

and without a word, the girl, who is named Kana now that you knew, slipped in between the twins to close the distance between the two of you.

she abruptly dragged you by the arm with a gentle grip, turning you two away from the twins as she whispered in your ear, “So.. are you and Aqua dating?”

this question caught you off guard, especially from someone you've barely met for an hour. not even for 15 minutes.

“huh? no, we're not.” you whispered back in a sheepish manner. you didn't even know why this girl, who is practically still a stranger, would ask this.

the situation was overly awkward. you felt the eyes of the twins watching both of you from behind.

“Really?” Kana exclaimed with a hint of enthusiasm in her tone, her voice now more audible that it was probably heard by the other two. shortly after the realization sinks in, she immediately clears her throat to brush the awkward atmosphere off.

“I- I mean, really?” she followed with her voice now less excited than before to cover her excitement up.

the two of you then turned back around after clearing Kana's question up, now facing the twins once more.

the twins glanced at each other's faces as if communicating by thoughts, confusion evident in their expressions. “What was that about?” asked Ruby, staring at the two of you intently.

“Nothing!~” said Kana, with the brightest smile on her face. “Don't tell them I asked you that, okay?” she whispered once more, in which you gave a nod of approval. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“For how long are you two going to keep on following me?” Aqua remarked in his usual tone.

― “Until you answer all my questions!” said Kana.

― “I'm not. I'm headed in the same direction.”

he simply hummed at the difference of your responses, spiced with a hint of displease from Kana's perseverance.

the two went on in their way with a small conversation, although it was mostly Kana just bombarding Aqua with questions.

you were headed for the same path as Aqua, it just happened that your destination was the same route as his.

throughout the entire conversation of the two, you were quiet. but you couldn't help but pique curiosity from their topic, especially from how persistent Kana is to suggest Aqua to continue acting.

so he used to be an actor? a child one at that. or so you thought.

“I'm headed that way, see you two.” you pointed in the opposite direction of two paths you three came across. this time, your route is now different from what they are taking. so you decided to inform them of your route before parting your ways.

“Wait! Why don't you come with us, [Name]? Aqua and I were just planning for a hangout so you might as well come,”

you abruptly stopped on your tracks from hearing Kana. you then turned around to face them again, an inviting expression on Kana's face in contrast to Aqua's impassive ones.

“No we're not.” Aqua remarked,

“Come on, Aqua! you haven't seen us both for a very long time!”

“My destination is not somewhere that will keep you two entertained.”

“As long as the three of us can hold a conversation..”

“Fine.”

it took a chunk of Kana's convincing before finally persuading Aqua into it. it made you wonder as to how she can even handle his unexpressive attitude.

she waved her hand at you to call you back. and so you decided to come along since you were free after all.

“Oh, Kana Arima. I haven't seen you in so long― and..? Aqua's girlfriend?”

almost choking from your own saliva, you cleared your throat awkwardly and as well as Aqua. do old people just often ask the most off-putting questions and embarrassing things?

“No, we're not. I'm a friend. That happened to end up here for a hangout.” you emphasized the word 'hangout', as if not expecting for it to occur in some strange old man's room. you didn't even know the guy.

with a chuckle, the man twisted his chair to face you three. “I see, I see. I was kidding.”

“That wasn't very funny..” said Kana who was patting your back to ease you from the coughing, the situation almost dramatic.

the room was then eventually beaming with a light atmosphere as you all conversed with general topics regarding your lives. such as school, relationships, and.. acting, which you cannot relate to.

but despite that, you all got along despite you just meeting the other two this day.

a while after for what seemed like an hour, you four were invited to dinner by an elderly woman that barged into the room, in which you all complied.

the dining table was in silence as you all fixated your attention on the food. but the silence was also broken from time to time with short paced conversations.

“So you still live off your parents, Director.” Kana remarked in the most casual tone.

'that wasn't his wife?..' you thought to yourself. it was bizarre to think about now that Kana mentioned it.

the dinner went on with them talking about the careers they used to have with acting. it seems that Kana was still in it, unlike Aqua who apparently already quit a long time ago.

of course, they made sure to include you in as well, asking you about your route in life and as well as your interest in acting.

and so you just found out that the man used to be a director.

hell, Kana even suggested you to be an actress with her.

she really is a persistent person. she even offered to give you a training after excusing yourself that you're not fond of acting. she seemed really desperate to have a friend with her.

if only they knew how talentless you were in your past life.

but that was in the past.. right?

even so, that fact deteriorated your self-esteem despite living in a new body that is probably way better than your previous one.

it didn't take long before the sun went down. only then you realized that you spent too much time in the hangout.

Miyako must be worried by now..

as you three dismissed yourself from the director's house, Kana parted her way. her dorm was in the opposite direction unlike you who's headed for the same destination with Aqua, which is the bus station.

the walk was quiet, considering the two of you are not fond of idle chit-chatting. but of course, the tension was less awkward with a few chats.

shortly after reaching the bus station, the both of you sat on the bench.

the next bus was the last, so it's only good that you two made it in time.

the surroundings were dark. the moonlight barely lit the ground, the only light source being the flickering street lamp that was beside the bench.

“I didn't know you did acting.” you suddenly commented to put a halt to the silence.

“Not for long. It's not my course.” Aqua simply remarked. he was still a tad replier up until now.

you were slightly taken in by surprise. throughout the hangout with Kana complimenting his skills, you didn't expect him to actually dislike acting.

“So you didn't take entertainment program?”

“I took general program. I wasn't even fit to act in the first place.”

“Shame.. I would've liked to see you perform.”

“Enough about me. You took the general program too, right?”

your face shifted into one of intrigue at Aqua's response. it was nice to finally have a talk with him after hours of just awkward greetings. much to your surprise, now that you two were alone.

“I did. It would be a good coincidence if we end up in the same batch!” this earned a hum from Aqua, not showing any signs of displease of having you as a classmate.

“Hm, you're right. But it seems less likely to happen considering the amount of those that applied.”

just as you two were finally conversing once again, the moment was interrupted when the bus had finally arrived.

you two rose up from your seats to quickly head inside, not wasting any matter of second in order to not miss the bus.

the vehicle immediately drove off as you two got in despite not even getting a seat. this caused you to almost stumble, in which you managed to stay on ground by holding onto a pole and with Aqua's hands firmly grasped in your arms from behind.

“Thank you―” you sheepishly remarked, returning with a simple nod from Aqua.

you two got further inside the bus, only realizing that all the seats were full.

that must be why the driver immediately drove off, because there were no seats left available.

just then, the driver abruptly stomped the brake, causing the both of you to stumble once again.

good thing the both of you were strong enough to stay on your grounds.

as the bus stopped, one passenger left his seat as he left the bus for his stop. the bus drove off again shortly after.

you two eyed the seat.

“You sit.” said Aqua, gently shoving you closer to the available seat. of course you couldn't refuse due to how exhausted you are from the day.

as you sat, Aqua stood beside you as he held onto the bus hanger for support.

the ride was surprisingly long. and the silence was frequently broken with small talks.

you shared stories, emotions, and laughter― well, something Aqua didn't reciprocate to say the least.

he was still as stoic as ever. but that's what makes him recognizable from all the people you know. and somehow, with that distinctive demeanor of his, it reminds you of someone. 'what was his name again?..' you couldn't quite remember his name, but his face was still as clear as skies in your mind. all that you know is that it was someone in your past life.

it didn't take long before you reached your stop. you were first to get off the bus before Aqua.

“See you, Aqua.” you waved your goodbye and rose up from your seat, stealing one last glance on him.

“See you, [Name].” he returned. as you eyed your gaze on him, you noticed the faint smile that lifted up on his lips. one you've never seen from him before.

maybe you only stereotyped him of not having emotions at all, that he's unexpressive.

now you found out that he actually is, well, except for his friends.

but with all those thoughts aside, you can't help but notice how good he looked with a smile. almost charismatic.

“You should smile more often. You'd get a lot of girls.” you playfully remarked with the smuggest look you had.

his face immediately shifted back into his neutral one, as if masking his smile. in which you found kind of funny.

“Is anyone going or not?” the driver eventually spoke, impatiently tapping his foot on the bus floor as if a sign to skip the stop if no one's going down.

not wasting anymore time, you quickly got off the bus. and with a few studs of walk, you finally arrived back at home. mind at ease from having to reunite with your friend. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Taglist: @lumiriai, @miyakoa, @dododododooosworld, @kimiko-the-angel, @fukumiai, @kat-kaps, @karma-gisa

#aqua hoshino #aquamarine hoshino x reader #aquamarine hoshino #ruby hoshino #kana arima #oshi no ko #oshi no ko anime #fanfiction #aqua hoshino x reader #slow burn

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terapsina · 6 months

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My Top 10 Favorite Examples of Character Notices a Kid, Asks "Is anyone gonna adopt that?" and Doesn't Wait For an Answer (whether or not the kid is in need of actual adoption is not relevant information).

Spike and Dawn. Probably the first example that ever caught my heart. Will I ever forgive the writers for ruining the friendship between the vampire and his Nibblet? Survey says 'No'.

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Alec and Madzie. HE LIKED HER GILLS. SHE TRAPPED HIM IN AN ELEVATOR SO THAT SHE WOULDN'T BE FORCED TO KILL HIM. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?

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Anakin and Ahsoka. Or as I only and ever remember them: Snips and Skyguy. He gave her all the tools she needed to survive him and I'm going to cry about it forever.

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Trixie and Mazikeen. Also known as the Demon Zoo Keeper and the President of Mars. Totally the reason Maze got that first spark that let her grow her own soul. I pity the first person who breaks that kid's heart.

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Kenzi and Tamsin. Don't you just hate it when a character spends days raising the rapidly aging Valkyrie through her newest childhood and then has weird mom-feelings for the millennia old Dark Fae? I ask because I don't. I think it's THE BEST.

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Penny and Don. When a character admits to being a smuggler straight to the captain of a spaceship to save the life of the kid? Instant older brother acquisition acquired. Penny go get your parents, there's a new Robinson that needs to be adopted.

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Maleficent and Aurora. That unfortunate situation where one curses a toddler to fall asleep forever on their 16th birthday only to end up loving that child like a daughter and being unable to break her own curse because 'no power on Earth' can do it. Oh how the turntables turntable... 🥺. And how I just EAT THAT STUFF UP!

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Crowley and Warlock. It's kinda sad how much I love this one considering there's like 5 minutes of on-screen interaction. BUT I love the angst potential of Warlock having felt abandoned by his Nanny Ashtoreth and coming across Crowley and just... recognizing him on sight.

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Din and Grogu. Must I explain this one? Even putting aside absolutely every single adorable interaction... just the sheer comedy of going on a galactic 'get this kid some parents... oh wait... I'm parents?' road trip? Iconic.

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10.

Steve and... all the kids, every single one of the kids, I mean it, Steve and the whole set of the kids. Recipe for world's best babysitter - 2 tablespoons shitty advise, 1 cup protective instinct, 1 ¾ gallons nervous breakdown and a car trunk full of bats with nails.

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oftlunarialmoon · 6 months

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5 Fun Ideas for Your Agere/Littlespace Bag!

Ciao lovelies! Before I begin, I’d like to thank one of you lovelies, named Isobel, for the suggestion behind this post! I am slowly working my way through the requests currently in the blog post request form, but don’t let that discourage any of you from sharing your requests! ^-^ and thanks for the patience on that so far! In today’s post, to answer Isobel’s request for something related to an agere bag, I will be sharing 5 fun ideas for your agere/littlepace bag! Including decoration ideas, things to pack within, and some subtle/discreet regression ideas too! I hope you like this post, and let’s get into it!

Once again, thank you Isobel for this suggestion!

I know many of my fellow age regressors / littles out there can’t openly be themselves for fear of judgment or bullying, so a lot of you have to be discreet or subtle about your littlespace. I wish we could live in a world that’s more open and accepting to everyone, but for now, this list has some discreet regression suggestions for you ! Let me know if you’d like to see more ideas like that in the future!

5 Fun Ideas for Your Agere/Littlespace Bag!

IDEA #1: Personalize / Decorate a Plain Backpack!

there are many other ways to make your agere bag unique! You could use patches, buttons, keychains, fabric paint….there’s a lot you can do with a plain backpack! For those worried about being discreet, you can always explain a cute bag as kawaii or alternative fashion inspired, and doubly so if you use fandom decorations from shows you like when small! :)

Your bag would be super personal to you, and also shows your secret little side~!

Now let’s move to some ideas of items that can be packed in your bag for discreet regression!

IDEA #2: Subtle Babey Snacks!

It’s super easy to bring along snacks like fruit snacks, goldfish, bite size muffins, etc, and these can double as regression snacks!

I personally like goldfish, fruit snacks, and scooby snacks! (Scooby snacks are also good for those of you who pet regress!)

You can take this a step further with cute or kawaii food storage containers, or just tupperware that you can cover with stickers!

IDEA #3: Personalize your Devices!

So you could get a cute phonecase , which is an easy and cute way to feel little, but you could also personalize your phone or mp3 player with things like cute stickers on the outside! AND, now with the iphone updates, you could customize the icons in your phone, lockscreen images, etc! :) You could even make your passcode a secret reference to a small time show you like !!

Another thing you can do is DIY a cute case for your phone out of felt! Check out THIS DIY from OFT’s past where I made a cute cat pouch for your device!

IDEA #4: Tiny Toys!

Okay, this is a little less subtle, but you can bring small toys or minifigures in your small bag! It may feel a little uncomfortable to do so at first, but you can give a lot of reasons for this!

Possible explanations for toys in your bag:

“I have a job as a babysitter after school and these are for the kids there.”

“I am an ameteur photographer and I like using these for practice.”

“I thought these looked cute and possibly would make nice fidget toys”

“I like to have something in my hands when I focus”

Etc, but you can also just give a simple:

“I think they’re cool.”

You don’t owe anyone an explanation for the things you like, and you don’t need to be ashamed. What you share with others is your business, and your business only!

IDEA #5: Cute Memo Pads!

This is a fun one, because it can be so easily explained and can add this awesome moment of cuteness and secret smallness to your day! A lot of people carry memo pads or to-do lists, and it’s not unusual to have cute ones! You can even pair this up with a kawaii pen or pencil, and it’s totally normal, and flies easily under everyone’s radar. Kawaii stationery has been a common interest for a while, so it won’t make anyone suspicious.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this, Isobel, and everyone else as well!

And now the most important part: please remember to stay AWESOME and LOVE yourself!! You are epic, awesome, and amazing, and you deserve to know this each and every day! Be sure to give yourself positive affirmation each and every day!

I’ll see you in the next post, video, or whatever comes next!

#agere #age regression #sfw littlespace #sfw agere #age regressor #sfw age regression #agereg #age dreaming #sfw little blog

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nichecomicstournament · 4 months

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propaganda under the readmore

Joel Weinberg: The Relative Heroes was a six issue run that came out a couple of decades ago featuring a group of newly orphaned kids and the youngest's babysitter. They form a superhero team of which Joel is the leader. He's gay, he's Jewish, he's the only one without powers, he's a hero fanboy, you'd think Tumblr would love him but no one's ever heard of him. There's like three posts in his tag. The Relative Heroes are friends with Impulse! They showed up in Young Justice (1998)! But unfortunately they, including Joel, remain disappointingly obscure.

Samuel Chung: sammyyyyy

sam chung is an 'illegal' chinese immigrant living in china town, nyc, who was brought to the us as a younger child by his (later) neglectful and abusive mother. he has a younger sister, hannah, who is the only us citizen in the family and therefore is the only one able to hold a secure job. he works odd jobs until he uses old knowledge from his childhood in china to become a vigilante named blindspot. he's horrible at it at first until he meets daredevil, the hero he took inspiration from in the first place. the two work together while his mother grows more involved in a cult who had stolen power from an ancient cult with ancient magic. he works his way out of it, being the icon that he is and confronts his mother. he later loses his eyesight trying to protect civilians from his soon-to-be nemesis, muse, who plucks his eyes out when daredevil comes to save him. his character is cool as fuck in the sense that daredevil comics as a whole does not steer away from political topics and the significance of sam as an 'illegal' immigrant and a vigilante trying to make chinatown better in a comic which focuses on a disabled (blind) man who is both a lawyer and vigilante who swears to make his town better both through the law and outside of it is important. to me. if you don't vote for him you're shunning a very specific kind of representation both when it comes to race, immigrant culture and survivors of abusive parents.

#samuel chung #joel weinberg #blindspot #polls #actual polls

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vinetae · 1 year

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Y/n as a young babysitter of jimin's son where jimin is recently divorced. Y/n is a tease yet acts oblivious and jimin is obsessed with tiddies just like the child but for different reasons. Just porn with a little bit of plot.

Okay soooo this went in a WHOLE different direction buuuuut still has some really breast obsessed and smutty scenes!!!! My darn brain went- BUt wait. what if!-

IT HAD-

A PLOT???!!

I hope you enjoy it <;33

P.S: The app thing isn't accurate but hey we ain't here for the plot, ight?

Those two sentences (Red and yellow) at the top are the two sides of my brain talking to each other.

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Pairings: Single Dad!Jimin x Babysitter!Reader

Genre: Single dad!AU, Babysitter!AU, Angst, Smut, !!Age gap!!

Word Count: ??

Summary: Uhhh you already knowwww

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"Are you sure this is the right place, Yoon-mi? You glance up towards the apartment numbers nailed to the door.

'225'

You had been needing some extra cash every since you'd been laid off by your boss because you refused to sleep with him. Mr. Choi had always been a sleezy perv, it just took one last final time for you to walk away from it all. Only then, had you realized that number one; You had no more income for money.

Number 2; Rent was due.

Your friend Youn-mi had told you about this amazing babysitting service for you adults trying to earn some big cash. At first you'd been a little heistant. You'd always been around kids your whole life, so although you were amazing with them and they loved you, you had hoped to get away from them in your adult years.

Only that had not been the case.

It only took a few clicks of a button to set up your profile. Then, you'd been getting gigs left and right. Mom of 4 wanting a babysitter so she could go on vacation? Pass. Four is too much. Grandpa and grandma wanting a night out? Sure. Shit, someone already signed it. You'd scrolled for hours trying to find the right job to set up and sign. Just as you were about to uninstall the app seeming as it was a waste of time, a notification popped up on the screen. You slide down to check out the details.

Name: Park Jimin.

Child(ren): Park Ji-woo.

Date for day: December 13th.

You shrug, clicking on the messaging icon before another notification popped up.

Message from: PJMin

Details

You click on the message.

From: PJMin

Hello, I've reccently seen your profile and I'm very impressed! Would you mind if I asked you a few more questions, though?

You smile just a bit at the situation.

How ironic.

To: PJMin

Hi, thank you for your consideration! Ask away.

A few minutes later, your phone goes off.

From: PJMin

No problem. Actually, you logged on just in time. I've been needing a sitter for this weekend, and I loved your profile. So it says that you're 22, right?

You don't see how your age is that big of a deal, but you decide to just go along with it. Deciding to change the coversation a bit so it doesn't sound like a dating app instead.

To: PJMin

Yes. My mother ran a daycare just a few blocks from my house, so it's probably safe to say that I grew up there. She shut down when I turned 17 and now I'm here.

From: PJMin

Trying to live out your glory days, right? Haha

You chuckle at his response. Eh, not really.. But rent was more important than being right for now..

To: PJMin

Haha, I guess you could say that. So how old are your kids?

From: PJMin

Kid. I have a 5 year old son. Something came up at work this weekend and I'm in desperate need of a sitter. When I saw your profile, I knew you'd be a perfect match. So, the big question;

You pause, tilting your head as you await his response. A few seconds go by until he continues.

From: PJMin

How well do you like Thomas The Train?

One thing led to another and now you're standing outside his apartment door. Yoon-mi being on the other side of the phone.

"Of course it's the right one, girl! And I know you'll do great with this. You were practically made for kids!" You roll your eyes at her exatreation. The one thing you didn't want to associate yourself with anymore is now the center of your income.

"Alright, I'll talk to you later." She waves goodbye before your press the red button, closing the app as you ring the doorbell.

A few minutes go by until you can hear something on the other side. Soon, the door opens to reveal a tall figure. The white collar of his button-down shirt sticks straight up as a loose blue tie fits snug around the base of his neck. He's trying to invite you in while in the midst of looping his tie in place.

"Ah! You must be Y/n. Sorry about the wait." You flash your best employee of the month smile while making your way inside of the doorframe. Your eyes scan the lavish room. Cream colored walls stand tall adorning the white marble-tiled flooring. The contrasting dark sofa and lounge chair tucked in the corner had looked like it cost more than your whole apartment. The woven light fixtures dangle from the sunken LED-striped ceiling. The tone set to a tan-ish hue. Your eyes reach back to the man as a young child wraps his whole body around the man's leg.

"Ah, Ji-woo. I told you not to do that in front of people-" The man reaches down slinging the child up into his arms as the young boy's set into a fit of giggles. The smile mirroring his father's. How adorable. They looked like the perfect pair.

"I'm sorry- He's not usually this clingy." He holds out his free hand to offer a shake. You nod, reaching to meet his. You study the child's and his features as he shifts the boy in his arms. "You're Mr. Park, I assume?" You ask, hoping that this is the right apartment still. He flashes you a kind smile.

"Yes, but you can just call me Jimin." You nod, watching as his chocolate eyes light up at the sight of his smiling child. He swings the child around before dipping him down, mimicking a dropping gesture, sending them both into a fit of giggles. His eyes land back to yours.

"Thank You for doing this on such a short notice. I know some sitters on that app have to have at least a week in advance." You smile. "No problem. I really had nothing to do anyways. My boss kinda laid me off this week.."

Shit, why are you sharing such personal information already?!?! Stupid! You barely know him!! He probably thinks you're some stupid sappy story now- will he fire me?

His expression switches to a concered look. "I'm sorry.. But hey, if you do well I might hire you for full-time." He smiles before handing Ji-woo to you. He immidiently clings to you, before burying his face into the crease of your breasts. Mr. Park's quick to react, scolding his child.

"Hey! Ji-woo- What'd I tell you about doing that to girls??" He reaches forward to stop his child's naughty antics. You chuckle at his cute expression.

Ji-woo's..

Not Mr. Park's.

Ji-woo sits up clinging onto you ever more as to not be picked up by his father again. "No!" He wraps his chubby arms tightly around your neck before sticking his tongue out at his father.

"Ugh, I'm so sorry.." Jimin reaches behind him, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. He's always been obsessed with.. uh.." You look down the back up to see Jimin's face tint with a light pink hue.

"Breasts?" You finish his sentence. He chuckles, a nervous tone clear in his chest. "Like father like son I guess.." You hear him mumble the last part, which makes it your turn to turn cherry red. After a few minutes of Jimin explaining all of Ji-woo's favorite things and allergies, it had been time for him to leave.

You both are standing by the door. You with Ji-woo wrapped around your small figure as Jimin's sliding his jacket over his shoulders. He grabs the keys before giving Ji-woo a peck on his cheek.

"You're welcome to anything in the fridge. His bedtime's 8:00 o'clock so I'd prefer if he didn't watch any cartoons at least an hour and a half before bed." You nod as gives Ji-woo one last look before he sighs.

"It's my first time leaving him alone like this.." You flash him an assuring smile.

"Don't worry sir, he's in great hands, I promise." A smirk tugs his lips at that sentence. His eyes no longer having any hint of sadness or worry. Instead, it's swirling with something else..

"Sir?" His steps close distance between the two of you. Ji-woo had gotten down long ago to go and play with his toys in the corner. Your hand had been on the door's edge as his tone is hushed and whispered.

"We'll have to work on that."

____________

It was now time for Ji-woo's dinner. You'd decided to go with some easy gimbap rolls cut into little bite-sized pieces as to not be a choking hazard. The television had been streaming in the background, as you placed the last requirement of items down onto the dinning room table.

"Ji-woo, time for dinner!" You call out, scooting your chair until you're snug tucked into the table. A few minutes go by as Ji-woo walks into the dinning room. You flash him a teasing smile.

"Did you wash your hands, mister?" He smiles before nodding his head sharply.

"Yes!" You reach out to feel his cold hands bringing them up to take a whiff. Once you smelled the scent of vanilla and lavander, you help him into his booster seat. The apartment is quiet, as you both are enjoying a nice dinner together.

Only now could you see the resembelance between his father and him. The high bridge nose, the dark chocolate eyes, only Jimin's hair had been lightened a bit to match his irises.

_____

Once it had been bedtime, Ji-woo helped you pick up his toys in the living room and his room before you'd decided that he had earned a bit of screen time before it was time to sleep. He walks into the living room, dragging a thomas the choo-choo train blanket behind him. He hops onto the couch before scooting over to lay his head in your lap.

"I like you, Y/n." You smile, caressing the crown of his jet-black hair. Brushing the cutely cut bangs out of his eyes, his eyelids start to flutter from sleepiness.

"You do? Well I have a secret to tell you~" You lean down to whisper in his ear, as he shoots up with widened eyes.

"What secret??" He bounces on your lap with anticipation. You giggle, trying to settle him down.

"Shhh, it's a REALLY big secret. Do you think you can keep it?" He nods profusely before clasping his hands together, beginning to beg.

"Pleeeeaaaseee! I keep it! Tell me tell me tell me!!"

"Okay okay-" You lower your tone and head, whispering into his ear.

"I like you too." He smiles before tackling you, wrapping his whole upper body around your neck. The force would've made you stumble backwards if you hadn't been leaned against the couch. Once the energy is quiet again, Ji-woo replies while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"You're nicer than mommy.." Your eyebrows knit together in pain at his words. What had his mother done for him to say this?

He nuzzles his face into the crease of your chest before pulling his thumb into his mouth to suck on it.

___

Once you'd settled Ji-woo into his racecar bed, you'd quietly made your way out of the room and began cleaning. First the kitchen, then the living room. Well, there hadn't been really anything to clean. This guy kept his place almost spotless..

You're almost finished with the last few dishes you'd been hand washing, until the beep of the front-door unlocking sounds through the complex. Jimin grudgingly walks into, sighing as he kicks his shoes to the side before removing his jacket, along with loosening his tie. He begins unbuttoning the clasps of his white collar shirt before noticing your presence.

"Oh shi- sorry.." He walks back over, fixing himself so that he's decent once more. You stay silent, resuming washing the dishes. He takes in a deep breath, settling down onto the chair that faces you. The tick of the clock echoes through the room, as you finish up the dishes. You turn back around before placing a small steaming cauldron in front of him. He looks up to meet your eyes, as you flash him a warm smile.

"And you cook too?" You chuckle, before joining him on the parallel barstool next to his.

"Just a little. I thought you'd might wanna eat something after work.." He smiles, blowing on the hoot spoonful before taking a bite.

His eyes light up at the delicious flavor.

"This tastes amazing. Thank You" He takes another bite, quietly letting a few moans slip out on the way.

"It's been so long since I've had real cooking.." He sighs, tilting the cauldron to the side to sip every last drop.

"Usually-" He places the bowl back down as he leans over the counter, setting it down into the sink.

"Usually I just order take-out either here or at the office." You smile, tilting your head to the side, admiring his exausted look. Barely noticeable eyebags slip droop under his eyes, as his cheeks turn rosy red from the spice of the soup. His straight, thick eyebrows curve into a mysterious shape. His eyes-

Staring straight into yours.

You stutter, looking anywhere but him now.

"I-.. Sorry." Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a small smirk tugs his lips.

"Sorry for what?" He leans his face closer to yours, trying to get you to look at him again.

"Look at me, Y/n." Your eyes shift around the room. To the fridge that had been decorated with many arts and crafts from Ji-woo's early years. Over to the couch, onto the blank TV-

"Look. At me, Y/n." His finger lifts, tilting your chin until your eyes set dead on his. Your heart felt like it was going a million miles an hour. You knew he'd been very handsome from the beginning but this sight right now- His shirt halfway unbuttoned, giving you a sneak peak down the lines of his chest..

His tie falling loosely around the base of his neck.. His chocolate darkened irises burning into the center of yours.. His hair slicked back from sweat from a hard work day...

But you also noticed something else.

On his left hand, a shiny silver band wrapped perfectly around his third finger.

He knew where your mind had gone to. He wanted to make sure you knew what had happened.

He sighs, leaning back to sit up. "I'm divorced." He reaches over the counter, grabbing a random beer from it's hiding corner. He cracks open the top, taking a sip from the tip.

"I'm sorry.." You can only respond with. He reaches over before sliding you a can yourself. You take the canister, not wanting to seem rude, but just toy with the cold can instead. He continues.

"Don't be. She was a horrible person from the start." He takes another sip before slamming the beer can down, sighing. He turns to look at you, shifting in his seat.

"She was never a good mother to Ji-woo anyways." He chuckles, a sad tone crossing his voice.

"You know she left Ji-woo here all by himself, just to go catch the new deals at Balenciaga? He was only six months old.." Your mouth drops open at his confession. He scoffs at your expression.

"Exactly. She was and still is a bitch. And that's not even the half of it.." Your eyebrows knit together in concern, as your hand unconsciously comes to rub at his left shoulder.

"I'm really sorry.." He sighs, leaning into your touch. Your fingers trail along the broadness of his shoulder before stopping at his bicep. The thick muscle protrudes through the thin material of his white button up that has the corner of your lips drooling.

His eyes, bare into yours as you watch a few tears slip from his ducts. The corner of his lip quivers at all that he'd been supressing for weeks on end. Ever since the divorce, he's never really had time to actually process the whole thing in the first place. He'd barely been able to cry himself to sleep at night becuase Ji-woo had wanted to sleep in his bed ever since the huge fight between him and Ji-soo.

Your eyes wander over his towering frame. As your hand runs gently across his heated skin, each muscle in his body tense at your touch. With each passing second, his lips inch closer to the pad of yours.

His veiny hand comes to grace your cheek softly. His fiery touch torches each square inch of your skin. The burn taunts you. The plush of his bottom lip drags across your right cheek lightly, feeling the way his straight cut teeth bare a slight poke to your heated flesh. His free hand comes to rest on the round of your knee. The hot stream of breath brushes past your cheek, rolling onto the shell of your ear.

"I.." You whine as the digits of his fingers dance up the plains of your thighs, resting on your cupped heat. Your breath hitches in pitch.

"B-Bad.." You whine, as he groans at the sound.

"Mmm, bad indeed." He smirks as butterfly-like kisses are pressed to the side of your cheek, trailing down your sharp jawline.

"N-No.. Mr. Park this-" He teases the hem of your jeans, toying with the button that held the fabric together. His chest rumbles as a deep groan emits.

"Mmm, makes it sound like I'm your boss." He chuckles as his lips press deep kisses down the line of your throat.

"Ji-Ji-woo.." He grumbles at the name, hugging your body closer to his, as if you're sitting on his lap.

"Mmm, no baby. Jimin~"

You finally gather the strength to push him away, as your eyes flash towards Ji-woo standing in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Appa.." Jimin's neck whips to the side as he imidiently pulls away from you, walking over to pick up Ji-woo in his arms. His eyes switch from yours to his son's.

"Come on, buddy. Let's get you back to bed." You watch as Jimin walks back into his son's room to tuck him in for goodnight.

A few minutes later, Jimin returns. He takes a glance around the room, noticing your lack of presence. A frown creeps his face.

"And you did WHAT with him??" Youn-mi questions while slamming down her shot glass. You take in a breath, watching the bubbles in your coke slowly dissapear. "We didn't even do anything. It's just- well there was this thing.. and then he.." She drunkingly smiles, slurring her words around while taking back another swig.

"Then you fucked, right?? oh PLEASE tell me you fucked!!" Your cheeks go red at her choice of words. You had reccived quite a few stares from bypassers from the level of her voice.

"No, we didn't." You swirl the end of your straw around your once chilled glass of soda. The bubbles dying down with their fizzling.

"We just- ugh, it's complicated!" She just laughs, leaning into your shoulder drunkenly.

"Girrrrl. Gimmie that phone!" She reaches into your bag, while you're laughing, trying to deflect her attacks.

"Ahah!" She smirks, easily typing in your passcode before swiping over the app she'd been more familiar with than you. She found his profile in seconds.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, GIRL!! I would PAY to suck his dick!" You instantly snatch your phone, snapping at her with reddened cheeks.

"Yah! Remind me to change my passcode. I don't need you sniffing through my phone so easily anyways." Her mouth falls open as she oogles at her imagination.

"Y/nnn if you don't take that gig, I will!" You sigh, sliding your phone back into your purse before taking another sip of your now room-temp drink.

"I don't knowww. I feel like it's going to be weird if I go again.. He probably won't even ask-"

"There!" She chimes, before flashing you something she'd sent. You squint, reading the text out loud.

To: PJMin

Heyyy so I'm like UBER sorry about earlier and shit but if you're still DTF LMK 😉😉😉

"Youn-mi!!!" You yell at her, as she quickly dodges your attacks. "I'm gonna KILL YOU!!" She laughs trying to fight you off.

"Y/n if you hadn't fucked with him I would kill YOU!" You roll your eyes, trying to take the device from her hands. A you're still fighting tooth and nail trying grab your phone back from her grip so you can delete that god-forsaken text, your phone pings mid-fight. Your eyes both widen in sync as she shields you from looking at the screen, reading it out loud.

"Y/n? This doesn't seem like you. Are you DRUNK??? AHHAHA OMG HE'S WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!" Your eyes roll the back of your head.

You wished the world would swallow you whole.

"Youn-mi stop it! I'll loose my job because of you!!" Another ping.

This time, she turns the phone to you. You can't help but look down, as your eyes blow wide at the content. You read back of what Youn-mi had sent prior.

From: PJMin

Y/n, I'm serious. Do you have anybody that can take you home?

To: PJMin

You're more than welcome to 😉

From: PJMin

I'm putting Ji-woo to bed. Where are you?

Youn-mi giggles like a 13 year old girl talking about her middle school crush. She balls her hands up while swaying back and forth, singing an off-tune song. "Y/n's gettin rich dick, Y/n is get-ting rich dickk" You hit her shoulder as she laughs. "Ow!"

You never should've gone out with Youn-mi tonight. You practically had to call Jimin to explain that it was just your friend teasing you, and that he didn't need to waste time or gas for her stupid antics.

You were more than just embrassed to show your face today. Once he knew that you weren't drunk off your ass, he texted asking if you were free the next day. His mom had planned to watch Ji-woo while he went out to sign somethings, but she had forgotten about her last minute dentist appointment. And on such short notice, you were the only one he could think of that would feel safe with watching his son.

Trust me, he was just as nervous.

Flashes from a few nights ago keep filling his mind. He never should've crossed that line for numberous of reasons. Yet,

He somehow still can't get you out of his mind.

"And this one is what color, Ji Ji?" Jimin coos as he sits with his son cross in his lap, holding out some blocks in front of them both. He bounces Ji-woo on his leg gently, as he flashes his father a 1,000-watt smile.

"Blue!" Jimin grins, rubbing the crown of his head, kissing his chubby cheek.

"My smart little man." As Jimin picks up the next colored block, the doorbell rings.

"Ooo, looks like someone's here~" He lifts Ji-woo up, carrying them both to the front door. His eyes land on your own. However his gaze is set on an entirely different category of you.

I.e the black tights that hugged your legs like he wished would suffocate him. A huge puffed scarf coiled around your neck like how he would wrap his own hands around your neck, taking your breath away. literally.

The white button-up blouse you'd decided to pair with your color pencil skirt left his mind racing to the most lewd and unspeakable things. Yet, he keeps his calm demeanor. That's the thing about working in corperate.

Number one rule: Never let them know how you're really feeling.

"Y/n!" Ji-woo yells as he tries to reach out to latch onto you. Jimin watches as your bright and beautiful smile matches his son's, as you too reach out to hold him in your arms. Jimin internally melts at the simple gesture.

"Ji-woo! How's it been hanging, man??" You twirl Ji-woo around the little platform made for outdoor shoes, as Jimin just stands back watching the cute interaction.

"I missed you, bud! We're gonna have soooo much fun, isn't that right?" Ji-woo giggles at your tone as he rests his head on your chest. Once the fun's calmed down, Jimin watches as you finally take notice of him.

"Uhm.. Hi."

He flashes you a professional smile, which is actually breaking his heart to only do. If it was up to him, he'd have you against the navy blue and charcoal walls of his apartment already.

"You're a bit early." He comments, watching as you slide your shoes off to the side before closing the door behind you.

"Yeah. Sorry about that. Darn traffic was terrific." You giggle, before walking over to set Ji-woo down in his booster chair. Jimin joins the two of you, watching as you begin making his breakfast without missing a beat. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to make Ji-woo like you more than me" He watches as your nose scrunches with your laugh.

"Whaat? Noo." It had all been fun and games until Jimin caught a glimpse of your cleavage when you had bent over, looking for a bowl to start breakfast with. The back of his throat goes dry at the sight. Ji-woo's smile burns a thousand suns while looking at his dad until he noticed something.

"Appa, phone." the young boy points to his father's.. lower area, as Jimin quickly clears his throat.

"Ah okaaay. Ji-woo, why don't you go clean up the blocks in your room?" He frowns, pouting at the mundane chore he obviously didn't want to do right now. "But I wanna stay with Y/n-ma." You chuckle at the name.

"What's with the Ma?" Ji-woo flashes you a grin.

"I like the word ma. It's pretty like Y/nnie." Jimin watches as the simple compliment makes your cheeks go more red than a cherry tomato.

"Go clean buddy. You'll spend all day with her later." Ji-woo huffs before sliding out of his chair, walking to his room. You glance up to Jimin through thick eyelashes, silently giggling to yourself at Ji-woo's previous comment.

"Didn't know people keep their phones in the front pocket, nowadays. What is it, like a trend? The back's not good enough anymore?" You tease, as you crack as egg into the skillet. He chuckles rising from his seat as he reaches from behind you to grab something off the counter. You could feel the prominent outline of what Ji-woo had pointed out earlier, rearing itself barely into your ass.

"Dunno, but.." He leans forward, the breath that falls from his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

"I prefer the back."

You quickly turn around, seeing as you're now trapped between his arms. both of his muscular and veiny limbs trap you in an embrace you're not sure you absolutely wanna leave. His head dips forward, as his gaze silently commands you to keep your eyes on him.

"So.." He starts. His breath dancing along the outer lines of your lips before dissipating into thin air.

"What was up with last night?" He questions, watching as your eyes flick back and forth, not sure what to focus on.

"My friend took my phone."

"No passcode?"

"Passcode. But she knew it."

"Then might wanna change it."

"uhuh.." Your eyes peek down to travel the gentle dips of his abdomine that the tease of his hem-ed shirt had been allowing you. You hear the same cocky laugh as you had a few nights before.

"Like what you see, baby?"

You couldn't help but moan at the simple pet name. Everything had just been too overwhelming for your sense to keep up.

And what happens when a fortress's walls get torn down?

Infiltration begins.

It felt as if you were a hot air balloon. Each of his words only fueling the fire that makes the object rise higher and higher until it feels as if the person is on cloud 9.

His hands curve around your waist to pull you closer. Your bodies flush against one anothers as breth pattern begin to mix to form one beautiful, and dangerous taste.

"Why don't I just take you on this counter right here baby. Bend you over and fill you up until your every breath," His finger slips into the tight elastic of your waistband, finding your immidiently. You gasp at the sudden movement.

"Every word," His lips suck on the skin that sits right behind your ear, licking and tugging at the lobe while his fingers dance between your slick folds.

"Every sound you make belongs to me." His hand comes up to cup over your mouth, as if he knew exactly when you were going to, and just in the nick of time. He coos, thumbing over the plump of your lip, dipping the tip past your lips before forcing his thumb down on the flat of your tongue. You moan, as his smirk widens.

"How 'bout I just stay home today, hmm? My mom can come by and pick him up." Your eyes flutter then flick wide open. You twist your body, as your sudden movements stop his own.

"What'd you just say?" He tilts his head at your question. A smile still presses his lips.

"What?"

"You told me that your mom had a dentist appointment."

Shit.

He laughs it off, leaning back into your arms, trying to re-ingnite the once burning fire. Your hands are quick to pull them from inside your underwear, pushing him back a bit as he stumbles.

"Y/n I-"

Your eyes now burn with something other than the once intoxicating lust.

"You lied to me."

His eyes go wide. "No- No! I didn't I-" You walk forwards, backing him into the corner.

"You said your mother had an appointment."

"She did but-"

"You said she couldn't watch Ji-woo, and that you had nobody else you trusted!"

"Y/n please I-"

He glances down, seeing that he's trapped between you and the counter's edge.

"Just calm down-"

You scoff at the realization. "I'm outta here." You storm off to grab your bag as he follows quickly behind. "Y/n, wait!" You turn to face him, anger firing away.

"I ain't your teenage wet dream of fucking your babysitter, Jimin! I came here to watch kids and get paid. Not fuck their dads like some kind of whore!"

He reaches out, trying to calm your raging tone.

"You're not a whore, Y/n and I've never thought of you as one! This is NOT how I planned this, alright? It just kinda- happened! and it's not like you didn't need the money" You groan at his sad attempts.

"Money?! I'm not some kinda charity case for you to guilt into sleeping with after you hand out a few -might I add- HARD EARNED dollars!"

His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you away from the door. His eyes burning with the same intense look as yours, just on different sides of the spectrum. He speaks again. This time, his tone is quiet and calm. Much like one he'd used for when being disappointed in his child.

Only in this case, he's disappointed in himself.

"I fucked this up, I really did. I never meant for you to feel like some sort of sex worker when all you've done is care for Ji-woo with the upmost love and affection." You can see tears welling up in the ducts of his eyes. A few already on their way out of slipping.

"And I'm so thankful for that.. I'm the asshole and I only thought with my dick and there's no presentation in the world that can show how sorry I am for that.." You stop resisting so much, finally allowing the steam to settle off from your skin as he continues.

"My ex-wife really fucked me up and I know that's no excuse but- I just.. She had always been attacking me. Whether physically or mentally, with each day she took a piece of me with her and crushed it right before my eyes. So yes, I act like a dickhead because that's how I gaurd myself. So fucked up, right? Protect myself with sex and being a dickwad. But that first night when you cooked dinner for me.. it brought out a side I tried for months to hide. You.."

He leans in closer, as his once tightened grip on your wrist comes to take your hand loveingly in his. "You made me feel something I hadn't felt in such a long time.." He brings his hands up, kissing one knuckle on bot.

h of your hands.

"I just- wanted to show you how much your small gestures mean to me.." You scoff softly at his words, not fully believing it.

"I only cooked for you once. Are you that much of a simp?" He smiles, pressing his forehead to yours as his tone lowers.

"Maybe seeing you actually being nice to my child had something to do with all of it too.." Your eyes rolls back playfully.

"Yeah? How so?" A smirk tugs the corner of his lip, as his cheek brushes against the side of yours. His hushed whisper and hot breaths rolling down the shell of your ear sent chills up your spine.

"Would it be wrong of me to admit that after you leave I have to go relieve myself in the bathroom because of the things you wear..?" Your bodies flush together, slowly backing up into the wall next to his front door entrance. Your steps in sync as his hips press into yours, leaving a small gasp to roll from your lips before his own swallow it whole.

"Relieve? Such a gentleman-y word. Can't just say jerk like every other man?" His smirk beams into your own. The tension in the room slowly transforming into lust.

"We both know," He leans to brush the skin of your ear before lightly pulling the flesh through his teeth.

"I'm not like every other man."

Your lips barely brush his own as the alarm set on his watch starts blaring. His eyes bare into yours, before backing away, silently cursing at the slip of time.

"Shit.." He looks up, seeing as Ji-woo had crossed the lving room to sit at the table, patiently waiting his food. Your expression quickly changes from sultry to sweet.

"Well, have a good day at work," You turn back around, sending him a cheeky grin before winking.

"Mr. Park."

6:00PM. What was the hold up? Jimin promised that he'd be back no later than 4. His mom actually had stopped by earlier and picked Ji-woo up for an afternoon picnic, so now you're just stuck at his apartment, cleaning up the mess you and Ji-woo had made that morning.

On your knees, you reach over to grab, throwing the stuffed animals and dinosaurs into the plastic bucket before starting on another one. You sigh, sitting up on your knees, taking a break from the back-throwing task. Your eyes finally can take a look around his apartment details. The beautiful art pieces sat flat against the tall, extending walls of the living area. The black sectional rimmed with golden tabs adorned the Teak finished flooring. Everything about this place screamed money.

Something your apartment could ever even dream of.

You stand to your feet, making your way around to take a few good looks.

The hallway had a similar design in colors and themes, with navy blue and charcoal gray walls standing around 10 feet tall, outlining the beautiful home. You look to the mahogany side table, noticing a few pictures placed carefully on top.

Him holding what you could only assume was Ji-woo. His 1,000-watt smile beamed so brightly that you could feel the warmth just from a few colors and shapes on a piece of paper.

The next had been trimmed with a thin gold outline; Him hold his 3-year old son upside down while standing on a beautiful, white-sanded beach, The sun setting perfectly behind the horizon, bidding their wonderful trip a goodnight for now.

You could feel the tears starting to well in your eyes.

Your parents could never really afford fancy trips like that. You only really ever got to leave the city when your dad had to make distant deliveries. He owned a small corner shop for small pastries and sweets. When mom had found out about the loans he'd hidden from her all those years, they had been around something like 200,000 dollars in debt. The only reason you know that guestimate? You heard your mother constantly ridicule and fight over it many nights when they thought you had been sleeping. Soon, she had enough and your parents divorced. She's now married to a guy named Dan and lives in Michigan somewhere.

Your tears finally slip when you see the last framed picture.

His wedding day.

She had looked beautiful.

She looked perfect.

How could you compare?

He looked 100 times happier looking at her than he did you..

You're so stupid.

This was all so stupid.

His eyes creased, disapearing completely as he had dipped her low. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly.

They looked like the perfect couple.

The perfect family.

You look closer, seeing fancy jewerly adorning her neck and hands. In her hair, a golden clip-pin with flower petals and diamonds. Her wrist had a gorgeous golden small chained accessory that looked like it costed more than your entire apartment including the furniture. Her skin was like a doll's. Not an imperfection in sight. The smile they both shared had looked wider than anything you've ever shown.

Your heart breaks at another picture posted up on the gray wall.

He's bent down in the tall, green grass; kissing her rounded belly. Her white dress flows perfectly in the wind, while the flower crown had lost just enough petals to the strong breeze to look like a spring paradise.

Suddenly, you felt digusting. The mirror hanging right infront of you made it even harder to look at yourself. Your pinned up greasy hair had fallen back slightly, making you look 50 years older. Your reddened and scarred face had too many bumps to count at this point. Your forehead look oily and some of your teeth were crooked. You force a smile, only to feel twice as worse. Your eyes switch back and forth between his ex-wife and your reflection.

You felt angry.

Broken.

Digusted.

How were people born with perfect looks?? How do they automatically have perfect, straight white teeth and an updo fit for a majesty herself!

You let the anger take over, lifting the picture frame up before watching it smash into a million pieces on the hardwood floor. Your breath is ragged, as you fall to the floor.

You couldn't stand looking at her smug face anymore. Her perfect teeth and smooth, silky hair. Her beautiful smile that could make any man fall to his knees. She could have anyone under her control just by a simple grin.

And you hated that.

Jimin watches as the clock strikes 7PM.

finally.

He makes quick haste in packing up his things before walking out of the office.

The familiar chime of the front door sounds as he clicks it shut, sliding off the uncomfortableness of his loafers. He sets the briefcase on his side bench, walking in to see his living room spotless. He walks around, trying to find any sign that you had still been here. He stops as a small glass shard pierces the sole of his foot. He groans lifting his foot to remove the shard. "What the.." His seeing your body plopped on the floor with about a million similar shards surrounding your sulking figure. He reach down, lifting the broken picture to see what had gotten you so upset.

His wedding pictures.

"I'm sorry.." He hears you soft cries, immidiently putting the frame down to level himself with you. "Not a big fan of weddings, I assume?" He teases, trying to see your adorable smile which he loved so much.

To his disappointment, you only had just repeated 'sorry' about a million times.

"I'll clean it up.." You reach for the shards before he grabs your wrists, in making sure you don't injure yourself.

"What happened, Y/n?" He asks, tilting his head down to try to catch your attention. His thumb and index reach out to lift your chin, gently making your soaked and red eyes to meet his. "What happened, sweetheart?"

"I broke something.." You act like a child getting scolded by her parents. Your speech being heavily impaired by all of your sudden emotions. You weren't one to cry or breakdown like this. Hell, when you lost your job about a month ago, you barely shed a tear. You just pushed through and buried your feelings.

'I'll deal with it later' was your mantra.

He chuckles, giving you a soft, caring look. "I see that."

"So why'd you break it?" You sniff, trying to calm your staggered breaths. "B-Because.." The inside of his palm comes to caress the heated red flush of your cheek, thumbing over the space under your eyes to dry. "Why can't you just work it out with her..?" He's taken back by the sudden request. He chuckles, thinking it's some kind of slight joke but when he sees the burning tears soaking your cheeks, he knows you mean business.

"Some people aren't supposed to be together, Y/n.." You scoff at his counter.

"Divorce fucks people up, Jimin.."

He sighs, taking a seat in front of you, crossing his legs.

"I know."

You finally glance at him on your own terms.

"You don't fucking know. Have you even considered how Ji-woo feels about it!? He's gonna blame himself! Wonder if he's the reason his parents broke up. And in his teenage years, he's going to be so fucked up from going back and forth from place to place he's going to consider if it's really worth living in this shit hole!!"

You watch his eyes widen at your words.

"Y/n.."

You quickly rise to your feet, sniffing before placing the broken picture back on his side table. You dry the last bit of tears with the sleeve of your fuzzy over-sweater. "I've gotta go." He stands, blocking your way.

"Y/n, she's an unstable narcissistic person who needed serious help. Ji-woo is better off not having any contact with her."

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from having another episode.

"How would you know? I saw your family. Perfect parents who own a huge, successful business with millions of dollars income. While some of us had work our asses off, scrape what we can off the bottom of other's shoes just to be able to fucking EAT." He folds his arms across his chest.

"Is this about my marriage or my job?"

"ALL of IT! ALL OF YOU! You're rich and sucessful. Someone like you spit on people like me!" His eyes pierce yours with a harsh intensity.

"Make up your mind, Y/n. Wanna bitch about my job, my family's wealth, or my fucked up marriage? Really, Y/N. Take. Your. Fucking. Pick." Your breath hitches at his tone. He scoffs at your silence.

"Oh now you wanna shut up? Come on, Y/n. You picked this battle, now you've gotta fight for stance. Don't got anything to say now, huh? You're such a fucking brat, you know?" He watches as your tiny adam's apple bobs up and down. The back of your throat dries from the tension.

"Don't just stand there, Y/n. Wanna complain about how I was born into such a perfect, wealthy family? Oh, or do you wanna bitch on how you just hate how rich I am because I too worked my ass off to get where I am! Just because I didn't grow up with your kind of situation, doesn't mean I didn't have my own shit to deal with."

Your teeth grind against each other at his bitter words. You'd never seen this side of him before. Not even when talking about his so called bitch-of-a-wife.

"You don't know SHIT." You curse, pushing him with all your might, that only barely makes him move. "You gonna keep being a brat or am I gunna have to fuck this attitude out of you?" Your body freezes. He smirks, stalking your figure, now having you backed into some doorway.

"Such a loud mouth for a tiny girl. Who gave you permission to curse like this, sweetie? I know I sure didn't." Your silence only fuels his ego.

"What? Can't handle a little fight back, baby? Think I'll just get on my knees and do as you say? like all those little pussies of men you've fucked before? You might think you're the shit, darling,"

The back of your legs touch a soft material. His breath rolls across your cheek, sliding to touch your outer ear.

"But we all know you just want a real man to fuck you like his little princess."

You moan out, as his arms come to snake around your waist, gripping you tight.

"Was this in your plan all along? Getting me all worked up then seducing me with your cute little subby face?" A deep chuckle echoes through the room. Lust prowls the atmosphere like a rabid animal.

"Thinking that I'll just fall head over heels for your cute face, and you'll get what you want?"

You shake your head, not even realizing that it's what you wanted all along. He chuckles at your compliance.

"See? Told you."

He leans forward, whispering along the shell of your ear.

"All big and strong until someone actually puts you in your place."

His harsh words elicit a pitchy whine from the back of your throat. You reach up, trying to tug at the material of his button up. He smirks, removing your hands from his clothing.

"Nu-uh. You wanna act like a brat? You get punished like one."

He sits on the egde of his bed, manspreading his thighs for your viewing glory. His eyes narrow at yours, silently commanding you.

"Down." You start to lower yourself to the floor before he stops you, tsking.

"On my lap." You swing your leg over his lap before he stops you once more.

"Jesus, baby. Should've known you weren't one to listen." He pulls your body down, bending you over his knee as his hand palms the flesh of your clothed ass. He chuckles, lifting your skirt up to reveal your thin, high waisted pantyhose.

"What's your safe word, love?" You moan at his question.

Damn.

Who knew consent was so hot??? (Hell yes it is children)

"mmm, what was your ex-wife's name again?" You tease.

He growls at the mention, giving your ass a good slap before countering.

"Smart off to me again and I'll make this ass redder than Rudolph's nose. Now,"

He runs the flat of his palms smoothly across your clothed skin before sliding the hem of your pantyhose down.

"What's your safe word, again?" You lift your head slightly to look at him, flashing a cheeky grin.

"Red, sir." He lightly applies a smack to your ass.

"Good girl."

His eyes beat down onto the exposed flesh of your ass. The plump and softness of the skin is slightly reddened from the first spanking. Before you're about to smart off again, he continues.

"How should we do this, hmm? Maybe match your spankings to how many times you rolled your eyes at me?" You squeal at the sudden impact being harshly applied to your cheeks. He immediately soothes the sensitive skin afterwards, rubbing the round of his palm onto the reddened flesh.

"Or how many pieces you broke my wedding frame into?" You moan out, shaking your head, refusing either one of those options. He chuckles, not giving you an ultimatum.

"No? But you were so confident earlier though."

He leans down, tilting your chin to turn to meet his narrowed gaze.

"Now are you going to behave or am I going to have to paint your beautiful ass every shade of red?" You shake your head, not wanting anymore. You had some experience with spanking and shit but-

Holy fuck did his hands hurt..

"I'm gonna need more than a few tears, love." You whine, feeling the slick between your folds duplicate in dampness.

"No, I'll be good- I swear!" You moan out, feeling the sweet relief of his palms rubbing over your reddened cheeks. He smirks, grabbing a fistful of the plump flesh before giving it a little jiggle.

"That's more like it." He stands, pushing you back against the bed. His index comes up to tilt your head, forcing your eyes to meet his. "You just wanna please daddy, don't you?" Your pussy clenches at the given-name. Though you hadn't really likes it in the pornos you'd seen before, you quite liked the taste when it came from his mouth.

"Say it." He commands, as you rise to your hands and knees.

"I want your cum to fill me up so good" He quirks an eyebrow.

"Who's cum?" You moan at his tone. His voice alone could make any women cum in just a matter of seconds but when it was paired with that,

HOLY SHIT.

"Daddy's." He nods, bringing your hands to unbuckle the clasp of his belt. Your hands make quick work of the material, watching as it falls to the floor, circling his ankles.

"And who's your daddy?" You giggle at the word. It felt so wrong on your tongue but on his..

"You, daddy." That makes his heart swell. His hands wrap the leather belt around his wrists. A dark expression swirls behind his usual chocolatey irises.

"Lay back for daddy." You obey, watching as he leans over, wrapping the leather belt around your wrists, pinning you to the headboard. He leans back on the balls of his knees, admiring your beautiful figure.

"Mmm, this won't do." His fingers trail up the inner of your thighs before ripping a huge hole into the black tights. You gasp, watching as he slips your mini-skirt from your hips, throwing it somewhere across the room.

"Can't believe you wore this here.." He scoffs, palms rubbing up the inner parts of your thighs before setting on your clad light pink panties.

"So fucking cute." He groans, running his digits through the thin material, watching as the light pink fabric turns a light gray.

"How fucking dirty of you, baby. Soiling your panties? Why? Because you were thinking of daddy fucking your tight little pussy?" You moan, nodding quickly at his words. A chuckle rolls past his lips.

"I bindded you, not gagged you. Use your big girl words, baby." You whine, feeling the pads of his digits making straight lines connecting from your clit down to your soaking core.

"Yes! I dreamed of daddy's cock every night! Wanting it in me so bad, daddy..!" He raises an eyebrow, not truly believing your words.

"Mmmm, so you didn't even touch yourself? You stayed pure for me? Because if you touched yourself, I'm gonna have to punish you for that, darling." His fingers tilt your chin to meet his eyes.

"Tell me the truth, baby. Did you touch your pretty pussy? Make it all wet like how I'm doing right now? Did you ruin yourself without me?"

You shake your head, legs twitching from the lack of his touch. "No! I stayed pure for daddy." The tip of your toe teases his clad underwear, running the sole of your foot along the outline of his hardened dick. He retorts, moving away from your touch.

"Not into feet babe." He comments, as your face turns a beet red.

"Me neither.." You both laugh at the silly fail. He sighs, palm running over the rounds of your knees, watching the way your breasts bounce slightly when he rocks your body.

"What are you doing?" You look down, seeing his narrowed eyes staring at your erect buds.

"Your body is like fucking Picasso, sweetheart."

You laugh at his comment, watching as his lips come to hover over the exposed bud.

"I hope it's not like fucking Picasso.." He rolls his eyes at your stupid joke.

"Don't ruin this, Y/n." You smile, watching as he takes the bud between his lips, while his other free hand comes up to toy with the bouncy flesh of your over breast. Your head falls back against his silk pillows, back arching from the way his tongues swirls your nipple.

He releases with a pop, licking the pads of his lips before speaking.

"Can't fucking wait for these to be filled up with milk.." Your eyes widen at his words. "W-what?"

His eyes glance up to meet yours. A softer expression paints his face.

"For our babies. God, to see you so big and pregnant for me- carrying my child- fuck." You giggle at his antics, wrapping your exposed thighs around his hips, grinding against his clothed angry cock.

"You already have a kid, baby." You reply, kissing the side of his neck, as he traces patterns into the skin of your under bust.

"mmmm, I'm just horny.." He chuckles, licking a stripe up along the erects of your nipple. You moan at the sensation, as he smirks, chuckling.

"My baby likes it when I suck her pretty tits?" He teases it back and forth between the space of his top and bottom front teeth, watching your every expression with focus. The way your face contorted a certain way with each direction, tug, and lick.

"Jesus, baby. You're so sensitive. Like a virgin." He chuckles, as you stay silent.

He rises, giving you a questioning look. "Baby are you.."

You gently nod, flashing a small smile.

"My major never really let me date any guys so I-"

"You're a virgin?"

You're starting to think telling him was a mistake.

"Yeah but I like thi-"

"How the hell am I so lucky."

His words stop you mid-sentence.

"W-what?"

He crawls up the plains of your curved body, hands trailing up to caress your cheek.

"I'm. So. Fucking. Lucky."

He whispers, while trailing his butterfly kisses all the way down to your navel. He glances up through his thick eyelashes.

"Anything else I should know?" You think for a second, before responding.

"I once tried using a bubble wand as a dildo."

He bursts out at this. Sitting up, his eyes cresant from his fit of giggles.

"Are you being serious?" He questions, wiping a tear from his eyes before laying back down, taking one of your breasts in hand to play with it.

"What's so funny?" You chuckle, not being able to help joining in with him.

"It was just- so random." He leans up, gently pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, before giving you an eskemo kiss as well.

"That was adorable. You're adorable." He reaches up to untie your hands, making your pout a bit.

"But I liked those.." He smiles, pecking a small kiss to your cheek.

"We'll get into that later. For now, let's just focus on teaching you-" You cut him off.

"Please don't tell me you're about to teach me how to have sex." He chuckles, nodding.

"This is like the best thing a man can do." You smile, pecking his lips, pulling his chubby cheeks in along with the kiss.

You can feel his smile beam against the passionate kiss, as he pulls away. "Your kisses are so soft, baby.." You pout, folding your arms.

"No no! It's a cute thing. So many people just go in and basically bite each other's tongues off - That was an exaggeration, sweetheart. I'm suing you if you try to bite my tongue off." You giggle, nodding while leaning back against his bedframe.

"Your kisses are so soft. Just saying" He takes his chi n in his hand, pulling you to seer your lips together once more. It had quickly escalated when he added tongue. You always thought the idea was a little gross but actually feeling it..

Holy shitballs.

He feels you moan against the kiss, as his hands comes down to toy with the cup of your breast. His other hand trails down to slip into the elastic of your panties.

"Ah-" You moan out, feeling the tip of his finger run along the entrance of your sopping core. He smirks, pressing kisses to the side of your cheek, all the way down to your collarbone.

"Does it feel good?" He asks, lips still attacking your neck. You moan, feeling the tip of his middle finger poke at your entrance.

"U-huh.. Feels weirder when someone else does- Fuck!" You feel the tightness of his whole finger stretching you out. Your velvet walls slicking his extended digit, while his kisses distract your from what pain he fears you might experience.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" You nod, hips meeting to grind up into the palm of his hand. He chuckles while adding another finger. You grip onto his shoulders, nails gently cratering soft creasant moons into his shoulder blades.

"Shit baby... You're so fucking tight.." You whine, wanting to feel more.

"Mmmm, good." He smirks, tugging at the loose skin of your ear.

"Mmmm, feels good?"

"u-huh! Oh fuck-" He adds his third finger as your body completely just melts at the sensation. Your hips now moving to straddle his lap while he just sits back chuckling.

"What's so funny?" You ask, grinding down onto his palm.

"You're so eager, that's what's funny. You're acting like a teenage boy, babe." You roll your eyes, reaching down between the space of you, wrapping your hand around the length of his cock. He quickly shuts up, taking a sharp breath as your hand just sits around his cock.

"I was trying to go slow, Y/n." You playfully scoff, leaning down to spit on his hardened cock, as you move your hand up and down his length. You watch as his exposed stomach now tenses up at your motions, admiring the way his hairline had a beautiful little glisten on it from sweat.

"If I wanted slow, I would've told you." He chuckles, moving a strand of hair from your face while thrusting his three lodged digits up until your sopping core. Your hand making quick work on his cock makes this virginity-loss session more like two teens scared to fuck so they just jack each other off.

"Then what do you want?' You questions, groaning at the feeling of your hand around his cock. Your fingertip dances gently around his angry tip, watching as the precum spills from his slit.

"I want you to fuck me." He moan as your hand had done a certain motion, practically making him Jell-O in your hands. s

"But vi-virgi-" You cup your hand over his mouth, shushing him while repeating the same motion that made him react that way in the first place.

"Fine, don't fuck me. But don't call it 'love making' either. I've heard that one too many times from my parents, I don't need to hear it while we have sex." He nods, as he flips the two of you over. His body towering your own, watching the way your eyelashes flutter a bit in the cool apartment AC air.

He looks over toward you as he's reaching inside his black and gold rimmed nightstand, pulling a tiny square packet from it's hiding spot. You laugh slightly, as he settles back in between your thighs.

"Wouldn't Ji-woo find that?" You question as he rolls the tiny latex rubber over and down his cock.

"Of course not." He reaches back over, flashing a black key that had been placed in a specific spot under the nightstand.

"It's locked." He smiles, reaching down to line himself up with your entrance. You take in a sharp breath as the tip pokes your sopping core.

He glances up, pressing soft kisses all around your face before leaning up. "You might bleed a little.. And it'll be painful for sometime, but after that it gets better." You nod, watching as the gray swirls in his eyes let you know that he's just as nervous as you are. Your hand comes to rest upon his cheek, which seemed to calm both of your nerves.

"I'm ready."

He nods, clasping his hand in your while slowly sliding the tip in.

Okay..

Not so bad.

You smile, feeling the pain starting to form.

Okay it's a little un-

"Fuck!" You moan out, imminently clasping your legs together, trying to stop him. Thankfully he stops checking to see if you're okay.

"I-.. Just hurt.." He nods, flashing you a small smile before kissing the tip of your nose.

"You're doing so well, baby. Being so good for daddy." You moan at the words, barely being able to feel the way he'd slowly inched his way in, until you felt the way his tip kissed your cervix.

"How do you feel?" He glances up, checking your expression to see if it's anything discomforting.

"It.. so full.." He chuckles at your lack of a structured sentence.

"That good, huh?" You nod, not even caring what he's teasing you about this time. Your hips grind up into his, feeling the way the ribbed condom slid against your ways.

"Oh.. my- fuuuck" His moans soon join yours as the speed of his thrusts pick up in momentum. His arms had braced themselves on each side of your body. A beautiful missionary pose if you do say so yourself.

"Oh shit baby- So fucking tight for me. fuuuckk" He groans, lifting your legs to wrap tightly around his waist, while your arms had snaked their way his veiny neck. Your head falls back, mouth gaped a O-shape.

"Oh- Ji- oh my god-" His grunts leave a pool of slick running down your thighs, which made this moment all the much hotter. Any pain that you had experienced had been long replaced with an ecstacy you wish you could feel all the time.

Your nails dig into the skin of his back, once innocent and cute creseant moon shapes now turned cherry red, with a few having drawn blood.

"Oh my god!" You hands come to stable by your hips, while leaning into your already fucked up position, thrusts hitting -somehow- even deeper before.

"Oh fu- daddy!" Your screams and skin slapping made fifty-shades of gray look like a disney movie. Along with Jimin's dirty but sweet talk, you had felt like you were on cloud nine.

"Oh fucking- shiiiittt baby. Gonna fill you up so nice. Fuuuck baby, look at your pussy taking me so well."

You moan, trying to switch positions. He pauses. "Something wrong?"

You nod. "I wanna be ontop." His eyes widen. "But- isn't that too kinky for right now?"

You pout. "Jimin so help me if you keep condemning me on how I can and can't fuck, I will leave here right now and you will have the WORSE case of blue balls in your life. " He immdiently flips around to that, laying on his back. You one leg over, straddling him lap. You reach down, guiding his cock around until your find your entrance.

"Oh- fuck that's not!- oh.." He groans, feeling an even tighter sensation from your back.

"Oh shit.." You laugh, taking it out before trying to line it up with your entrance. His wrist catches you.

"Baby if you want the worse UTI possible, I'd say go for it but let's just-" he reaches down, pulling the condom off. As he's reaching into his bedside table, you slam down onto his lap, cock being engulfed by your soaked pussy. He groans out, hands immediately coming to steady your hips.

"Jesus fu- baby you're gonna kill me.."

You smirk, guiding your hips along the trails of his cock, bouncing repeatedly. Going from fast paced to a slow, rhythmic pattern. His hands comes up to cup the rounds of your breasts, nipples being tugged at by his thumbs and index fingers. You glance down, chuckling at his position.

"You've got a breast kink.."

He smirk. "No, I've got a 'I wanna fuck a baby in you, please be the mother of my child' kink." That both sends you into a fit of tiny laughters, but the soon get replaced by moans and whimpers.

Mostly from your side.

"Baby I'm really gonna- no no no no shit- Baby I'm gonna cum!" You moan, hands reaching down to draw tiny circles into his hip bones and v-line as your thighs and pussy clench around his cock.

"Mmmm, can't tease me with a baby and break your promise, daddy." He groans, fighting with everything he's got as to not blow his load into your sweet pussy right now.

"Baby please- We can talk about that lat- fuck it!"

He flips you around in a matter of seconds. Your roots tightly coiled in his palm, while the other has reached forwards to grp one of your nipples.

"You want a baby so fucking badly? We're doing this my way." He leans down, thrusting his hips upwards into your pussy, watching as your sopping core engulfs his dick. He chuckles.

"My sperm, my choice of position." Your roll your eyes as his tugs on the roots of your hair, pulling you back to face him.

"Keep rolling your eyes and next time Imma shove that butt plug up your smart ass." You smirk, wiggling your hips as his thrusts start to become sloppy.

"You love my smart ass, daddy." He grunts, feeling the way his balls push up against your folds, slicking them even more.

"Fuck yeah I do. But," He tweaks your nipple in one hand, as you mewl out. "I love your fucking titties better."

You groan, burying your face into his satin pillows.

"Fuc-Fuck I'm coming!" He reaches forward, taking a hold on your clit likes it's dear life. The harsh circular motions send you into a fit of moans.

Psh, as if you weren't already in that.

"F-fuck- coming!" He moans out as you feel the hot rush of warm liquid shoot through your pussy. After a few moments he pulls out, admiring the Da Vinci like work he's done to both your ass and cunt.

He flips you over, making you lay upside down as your legs rest against the wall.

"What's this for?"

He smirks. "You said you wanted a baby, "

His lips capture yours in a spiderman like kiss.

"I'm gonna give you a baby."

He sits up, smiling like a little kid.

""Also I'm gonna call your pussy pac-man. Or.. pac-woman?" He laughs while cleaning up the sheets.

"Pac-pussy! Has a nice ring to it, don't chya think?"

______________________________________________________________ You know that I was thinking that this fic isn't long enough so I'm like- Lemme check the word count.

THIS MOTHER FUCKER WROTE 11,000 WORDS, 43 PAGES WORTH AND SAID IT'S 'NOT LONG ENOUGH'

omg I need sleep-

#bts x reader #jimin x reader #bts jimin fanfics #bts jimin #jjm #bts fanfic #bts fics #btsff #jimin #bts oneshots

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captshipper · 26 days

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Peter knows three facts about Tony Stark: 1) he absolutely loves his family, his wife and his daughter are his whole world. He’s kill, he’d die for them without even thinking too hard about it. 2) Tony has been Peter’s favorite person since his iconic “I’m Iron Man” line, a hero to worship, a role model to follow, and Tony didn’t seem to think this was a good idea, but he also couldn’t really stop Peter from being starstruck by him.

And, perhaps the most important part, 3) Tony Stark loved being roughly fucked and creampied by his babysitter.

Good think Peter is the babysitter in question!

send a rose for a snippet

#starker #starker blog #starker fanfiction #starker smut #rose = snippet #this is an ask that has been collecting dust in there for MONTHS

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woodenchip · 7 months

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DANGANRONPA 2 GENERAL HEADCANONS

Just some headcanons that I wrote down, most of it is just pure nonsense and I love that for me

🍊Hajime Hinata🍊

•TRANS MASC (HE'S JUST LIKE ME FR)

•Bi man, big bi man (men pref)

•He doesn't untie his tie, he just makes it loose enough to slip it on and off

•Is like really quiet when you don't know him, but once he's comfortable with you he has no control over what he says

•Deals with intrusive thoughts

•He's so silly

•Has ADD or ADHD and OCD

•Sleeps in the fetal position

🍖Akane Owari🍖

•My favorite Demiromantic demigirl

•My girl is sex REPOLST

•Aoi is her cousin

•Akane is so proud of Aoi

•High metabolism omg

•Whenever she got bored doing something with gymnastics she'd go up to little kids and show off

•"You wanna see what I can do-"

•She hopes that by showing off the kids get inspired by her and work hard

•She's really good with kids, like #1 babysitter type shit

•Her and Kazuichi are close too

•Like bff's

⚜️The Ultimate Imposter⚜️

•Agender. Definitely Agender

•They/It motherfucker

•gently holds them

•I LOVE THEM SO MUCH :((

•Everytime they disguise themselves an identity crisis happens

•"No one knows who I really am :), but also, no one knows who I really am :("

•Has a very empty room

•like, little to nothing

•CAREGIVER, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

👾Chiaki Nanami👾

•My silly little she/they lesbian

•Tbh I also feel like she's aroace

•My girl is a whole program, I doubt they care about all that‼️

•Loves Mario Kart

•OCD

•Collects old school gaming controllers and stuff

🩸Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu🩸

•HE/HIM BUTCH LESBIAN

•but also he/him trans masc

•no matter what he's trans, I don't make the rules

•With the Trans fem headcanon I love him with Peko

•They are my silly lesbians♥️

•Has so many scars

•I LOVE HIM

•He does age regression

•I DON'T MAKE THE RULES

•Let me project

🐹Gundham Tanaka🐹

•HE/SHE/THEY NON-BINARY SILLY

•They are simply too cool for gender

•Autism?

•Autism.

• yk that one meme that's like "When I go nonverbal at the function"

•Yeah, that's them

•Has costumes for the Dark Devas of Destruction

•HAS MATCHING COSTUMES WITH THEM

👘Hiyoko Saionji👘

•Lesbian‼️‼️

•Her and Imposter are so Sibling coded

•Like her calling him "Ham hands!" SIBLINGS

•I like found family :)

•Like Hiyoko would annoy them so much but will apologize ONLY to them

•Even with Mahiru, Hiyoko will give her half-ass apologies

•HIYOKO AND IMPOSTER FRIENDSHIP‼️

🎸Ibuki Mioda🎸

•My bi-con

•When she gets Overstimulated she just gets more verbal

•Like "omg it's so loud in here??? Should I be louder? I should-"

•She has like those noise cancelling headphones for when she sleeps because of her heightened hearing

•Without the headphones? Not a wink of sleep

•ADHD and OCD

•Whenever she doesn't concerts she makes friends with the staff (or at least tries to)

•Ibuki and Kazuichi have sleepovers and watch kid shows together just for the fun of it

🔧Kazuichi Soda🔧

•AGAIN, TRANS FEM OR MASC THEY BOTH WORK

•LIKE THAT ONE PART OF KAZ SAYING THAT HE WOULD WANT TO BE A WOMAN TO TALK TO SONIA CASUALLY???? SCREAMS TRANS FEM

•also his thing with Sonia? That's not a crush, that's gender envy. (Let me be silly with this)

•Like his eyeliner in game?? No cis man would be able to do that/hj

•Also has the tism

•NEEDS TO BE HOLDING SOMETHING, ANYTHING

•Has like, a box of stim toys

•DOES JUMPY AND TIPPY TOE STIMS

•They really like the feeling of Gundhams scarf

•ALSO DOES LITTLE SPACE

•Let me project onto them😡

📸Mahiru Koizumi📸

•Lesbian or Panromantic

•Big asexual icon

•She forgets things so easily (Main reason why she took up photography)

•She's always late to the first class of the day because she sees something really pretty and takes multiple pictures of it

💉Mikan Tsumiki💉

•DEMISEXUAL, MY HOMEGIRL HAS TO GET CLOSE TO SOMEONE BEFORE SHE EVEN THINKS ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP

•She's also trans fem

•Gently holds her omg

•She asked Nagito to help fix her hair

•He fucked it up more

•Like you know that one part of her bangs that's shorter than the other strands? He did that

•Nagito and her would be silly friends

•"Why would an amazing Ultimate like you want to be friends with a worthless human like me?"

•She'd say something like- "Because you're not that bad, you just get unlucky sometimes, just like me!"

•Like, with how she falls, she's definitely unlucky

•SHE'S ALSO HYPERSEXUAL

🍀Nagito Komaeda🍀

•I really dislike him so I have very little

•My guy is definitely a He/They

•Is (somewhat) close to most of the Lucky students

•He'd end up degrading them though

•"It's amazing how we got into Hopes Peak from just luck!" "I know, how worthless is it that we are only here because of a name drawing!"

•He doesn't have many friends

•And with the few he does have, he just doesn't understand??

•like, my man is struggling to understand why HE has friends

🌪️Nekomaru Nidai🌪️

•The only cis Man here istg

•I love him so much omg

•He would help younger students train and just exercise

•Like him, Mondo, and Taka, they were like besties

•Taka would look up to him SO MUCH

•I'm also a Taka lover, be warned

•Also really good with kids

•Type of person to swing the swings so hard that it tangles up

•Akane would have to fix the swings

•He's just so silly :((

🎭Peko Pekoyama🎭

•FUTCH LESBIAN, HER AND FUYUHIKO ARE MY SILLY LITTLE LESBIANS, I LOVE THEM.

•She's near sighted

•She HATES contacts

•No matter what she does she doesn't take off her glasses, she wears them in the shower, in the pool, everywhere (just like me)

•Her eyesight gets worse and worse everyday/hj

•CARETAKER‼️‼️

•I LOVE HER SO MUCH

•Near sighted

👑Sonia Nevermind👑

•My girl experiments with pronouns and labels

•She's knows she likes woman though, 100%

•Going with the Trans Fem Kazuichi headcanon: she'd help Kaz with clothes

•Like, "You should try this on-"

•Of course she wouldn't forgive Kaz with the weird harassing thingy but she'd be okay with them after a while

•Sonia doesn't hold grudges

•I'm also a Kazuichi apologist ‼️

•SONIA WOULD CRY IF SHE MET GENOCIDER SHO

•CRYING OF HAPPINESS, LIKE‼️‼️

•"Omg- I've been watching police reports of you since you first started killing-!"

•She would watch Gundham's animals and dress them up in fancy little animals clothes

🍴Teruteru Hanamura🍴

•Pansexual

•We already knew that though

•I have like, nothing for him

•I don't like him >:(

•Loves those really corny romance shows

•Like the really bad ones that suck? Yeah, those

•He has a whole notebook with his mother's recipes for when he left to go to Hopes peak so he could cook them whenever he got homesick :(

��He HATES sharing recipes to other people

•Can NOT work in the kitchen with someone else

•MOVE OUT OF HIS WAY, HE WILL SHOVE YOU‼️

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aew-kun-age-regression · 1 year

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-Marvel Masterslist-

Moodboards

Caregiver!Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Caregiver!Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Caregiver!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Wanda & Caregiver!Vision

Caregiver!Natasha Romanoff

Caregiver!Stephen Strange

Caregiver!Charles Xavier

Caregiver!Bruce Banner

Caregiver!Thor Odinson

Caregiver!Scott Lang

Caregiver!Peter Quill

Caregiver!Clint Barton

Caregiver!Loki Laufeyson

Caregiver!Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

Caregiver!Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Caregiver!Gwen Stacy (Across the spiderverse)

Spiderman themed Moodboard

Regressor!Pavitr Prabhakar

Caregiver!Pavitr Prabhakar + Little!Miles Morales

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk)

Caregiver!Steve Rogers

Caregiver!Stucky

Caregiver!Hobie Brown + Regressor!Pavitr Prabhakar

Caregiver!Guardians of the galaxy

Caregiver!Frank Castle

Regressor!Loki Laufeyson

Regressor!Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Caregiver!Peter B Parker

Caregiver!Miguel O'Hara

Caregiver!Tony Stark

Caregiver!Mobius + Regressor!Loki Laufeyson

Caregiver!Mobius

Regressor!OB (Loki Series)

Regressor!Peter Parker

Caregiver!Victor Timely + Regressor!D-90 (Loki Series)

Caregiver!MJ + Regressor!Peter Parker

Caregiver!Clint Barton StimBoard

Regressor!Hercules (Comics)

Regressor!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Old King Loki (Comics)

Caregiver!Mobius (W/ Fem Themes)

Caregiver!Erik Lehnsherr & Caregiver!Charles Xavier

Flip!Pavitr Prabhakar (Fox Themes)

Caregiver!Erik Lehnsherr

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk) StimBoard

Caregiver!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Matt Murdock StimBoard

Caregiver!Frank Castle StimBoard

Regressor!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Wilson Fisk W/ Regressor!James Wesley

Daredevil Inspired MoodBoard

Caregiver!Bucky Barnes

Caregiver!Helmut Zemo

Regressor!Kate Bishop StimBoard

Regressor!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Frank Castle

Story/Fanfics

Caregiver!Stucky, Platonic!Peter x Little!Reader (Loud..)

Caregiver!Stucky x Little!Reader (It's slippy..)

Caregiver!Stucky x Little!Reader (What was your favourite part?)

Caregiver!Winterwidow x Little!Reader (Snow!?)

Caregiver!Peter Parker x Little!Reader (Test..)

Caregiver!Platonic!Peter Parker x Little!Reader (Babysitter - Part 2 to "Loud..")

Caregiver!Clint Barton x Little!Kate Bishop x Little!Reader (Brave)

Caregiver!Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader (TV and Cuddles)

Caregiver!Matt Murdock x Little!Reader (Something's different..)

Caregiver!Matt Murdock, Caregiver!Frank Castle x Little!Reader (Talk to stuffies...)

Caregiver!Loki Laufeyson X Little!Reader (Mummy or daddy..?)

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk) x Little!Reader (Stimming is cool!!)

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk) X Little!Pavitr Prabhakar (Tea Parties!!!)

Headcannons

Caregiver!Charles Xavier Headcannons

Caregiver!Matt Murdock Headcannons

Caregiver!Bruce Banner Headcannons

Caregiver!Wade Wilson (Deadpool) Headcannons

Caregiver!Steve Rogers Headcannons

Regressor!Loki Laufeyson W/ How He Discovered Age Regression, Age Range, Favourite Agere Gear/Items, Favourite Thing To Wear And Something Unexpected About His Regression

Caregiver!Matt Murdock W/ Teaching Regressors Different Languages

Caregiver!Miguel O'Hara Headcannons

Caregiver!Frank Castle Headcannons

Regressor!Loki Laufeyson W/ If Their Regression Is Voluntary Or Involuntary

Regressor!Loki Laufeyson Headcannons

Regressor!Matt Murdock W/ Mama Bear Foggy Nelson

Regressor!Matt Murdock W/ Caregiver!Frank Castle Thoughts

Playlists

Art

Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk)

Pavitr Prabhakar

DNI Banner

Original 6 Avengers

Hobie, Gwen, Miguel, Miles and Pavitr

President Loki

Matt Murdock, Kate Bishop, Wanda Maximoff and Yelena Belova

Sam Wilson

Mobius

Old King Loki

Daredevil

Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Paci Icon

Miles Morales

Steve Rogers

Pavitr Prabhakar

Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Mobius

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Regressor!D-90 (Loki Series)

#sfw agere #agere blog #sfw littlespace #little space #sfw little post #agere little #aewlittlerambles #fanfics #fanfiction #sfw little community #aewmasterlist #marvel agere #marvel x reader #marvel #across the spider verse agere #atsv agere

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indigosabyss · 4 months

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Gwen Poole in Daredevil S2

Somewhere on these rooftops, Matt was lying dead to the world. Hopefully not actually dead, though.

Not that Foggy would know, until he found him.

Finally he climbed another set of goddamned stairs. And on the roof of this one, there was indeed a body in that stupid red suit.

Not just that, though. There was someone else.

A... girl? Young woman? With a pink and white leotard and a matching mask with wide pink lenses for eyes.

She had a hand on Matt's neck, clearly checking his pulse, but straightened up when she saw him.

"Oh, hey, Foggy! Gosh, this scene was iconic for me. How many stairs did you climb?"

"So fucking many." He sighed, before common sense hit him, "Wait, who are you?"

"I'm Gwen!" She introduced herself excitedly, "This is such an honor, sir."

Okay, that was seriously freaky. She knew his preferred name, had found Matt before him, and now she was calling him sir.

"You sure this is the guy, Gwen?" A voice drawled next to him, "All I'm getting is panic from him."

Foggy flinched, suddenly realizing the boy with a pink mohawk standing right beside him.

"Oh, yeah, it's definitely Foggy Nelson, Daredevil Babysitter Extraordinaire." Gwen agreed.

"How do you know all this?" He asked defensively. If these guys were assassins...

"Relax, Pink left the merc business a while ago." The boy told him with a roll of his eyes. So he was that type of teenager.

"Are you some kind of psychic?!"

An aura of pink cloaked Matt, and he levitated off the ground, blood dripping from him, "Only the very best. Now where do we take this guy?"

----

Crisis slightly abated, Gwen Poole was now jumping around their matchbox office, stars in her eyes.

Two seconds in and she had blurted out the truth to Karen. Given how she said it like she was relaying the plot of a TV show, she didn't seem to entirely believe it.

All the while, the other pink douchebag slouched on the ceiling. And a black-haired scrawny kid with a billowing green jacket watched on in horror.

"We're doing Daredevil Season 2!!!" She cheered, jumping up and down, "It's the Punisher one!!! This is going to be a meeting of the moments!"

"Okay, so she's crazy." Karen nodded, trying to keep her cool, "What about you two?"

"I'm trying to get the drugs she's taking." Quire said bluntly.

"Dude, you've dated her. Gwen's just like this." Scrawny kid who still hadn't introduced himself said.

They all looked at Gwen, who was now juggling guns jesus fucking christ-

"A little cocaine?" Quite asked hopefully behind him, as Foggy rushed over to stop her.

[Idk Platonic "Teach Me To Not Give A Fuck" Gwentin is my favorite dynamic and this was the best way I had to express this. The premise is literally them jumping to another dimension bc they felt like it. Also Gwen stans Frank, which is weird as hell for them.]

#ibis ficlets #matt murdock #foggy nelson #daredevil #daredevil tv #gwen poole #gwenpool #cecil gwenpool #quentin quire #kid omega

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annahesmondhalgh · 11 months

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SIMS 4 ALPHABET CHALLENGE

Hello! This is the first challenge I have ever made, and yeah, it’s a lot. Basically it is every single trait, along with every single skill and aspiration and world etc etc etc, turned into a challenge based on the letter it starts with.I included every expansion pack, game pack and so forth, but of course you can just limit it to what packs you own yourself, even I don’t have them all so I’ve been playing it slightly different to how it is presented here.

Basically, the first two letters, A and B, are partners and then they have four kids, any of those four kids can be picked as the leader of the next generation, therefore having four kids of their own. So on and so forth until the last child who is simply an amalgamation of all the last letters.

For this challenge, one must complete every aspiration (child, teen and adult) associated with their letter. They must complete all the aspirations, all the skills, all the careers, and buy the corresponding reward traits. As well as this, if they have a character value trait then they must have that by the time they are an adult. Also, all of the worlds corresponding with their letters must be lived in for at least some period of time throughout their life.

I know this must look super overwhelming, especially for some letters like M or S, but don’t be too harsh on yourself and just have heaps of fun! Tag me if you end up doing this, I would love love love to see xxoxoxoxoxoox

First Gen Host: A

Teen Aspiration: Admired Icon

Child Aspiration: Artistic Prodigy

Aspirations to Complete: Academic, Archaeology Scholar, Angling Ace

Traits: Active, Art Lover, Adventurous

Toddler Trait: Angelic

Character Value Trait: Argumentative

Satisfaction Reward Traits: Always Welcome, Antiseptic

Skills to Master: Acting, Archaeology

Careers to Master: Astronaut, Athlete, Actor

First Gen Partner: B

World: Britechester/Brindleton Bay

Aspirations to Complete: Bodybuilder, Bestselling Author, Big Happy Family, Beach Life

Traits: Bookworm, Bro, Any

Skills to Master: Baking, Bowling

Character Value Trait: Bad Manners

Satisfaction Reward Traits: Brave, Beguiling

Careers to Master: Business

Part Time Jobs: Babysitter, Barista

Second Gen Child 1: C

World: Copperdale

Child Aspiration: Creative Genius

Aspirations to Complete: Chief of Mischief, Computer Whiz, City Native, Country Caretaker, Cure Seeker

Traits: Cheerful, Creative, Cat Lover

Infant Trait: Cautious/Calm

Toddler Trait: Charmer/Clingy

Character Value Trait: Compassionate

Satisfaction Reward Traits: Cold Acclimation, Creative Visionary, Carefree, Connections,

Skills to Master: Charisma, Comedy, Cooking, Cross stitch

Careers to Master: Criminal, Culinary, Critic, Conservationist, Civil Designer

Second Gen Child 2: D

World: Del Sol Valley

Teen Aspiration: Drama Llama

Aspirations to Complete: Any

Traits: Dance Machine, Dog Lover, Any

Skills to Master: Dancing, DJ Mixing

Careers to Master: Detective, Doctor

Part Time Job: Diver

Extra: Drama Club as a Child

Second Gen Child 3: E

World: Evergreen Harbour

Aspirations to Complete: Extreme Sports Enthusiast, Eco Innovator, Enforcer of Order, Emissary of the Collective

Traits: Erratic, Evil, Any

Character Value Trait: Emotional Control

Skills to Master: None

Satisfaction Reward Trait: Entrepreneurial

Careers to Master: Entertainer, Education, Engineer

Extra: E-Sports Competitor in University

Second Gen Child 4: F

World: Forgotten Hollow

Aspirations to Complete: Friend of the Animals, Fabulously Wealthy, Freelance Botanist, Friend of the World, Fabulously Filthy

Traits: Foodie, Freegan, Family Oriented

Toddler Trait: Fussy

Satisfaction Reward Traits: Free Services, Frugal, Fertile, Forever Fresh, Forever Full,

Skills to Master: Fabrication, Fishing, Fitness, Flower Arranging

Career: Freelancer

Part Time Job: Fast Food Employee, Fisherman

Generation 3 Child 1: G

World: Granite Falls/Glimmerbrook

Teen Aspiration: Goal Oriented

Aspirations to Complete: Good Vampire, Galactic Privateer

Traits: Genius, Gloomy, Goofball

Character Value Trait: Good Manners

Satisfaction Reward Traits: Great Storyteller, Gym Rat, Great Kisser

Skills to Master: Gardening, Guitar, Gourmet Cooking

Careers: Gardener

Generation 3 Child 2: H

World: Henford On Bagley

Aspirations to Complete: Hope vs Order

Traits: High Maintenance, Hot-Headed, Hates Children

Satisfaction Reward Traits: Heat Acclimation, Heatproof, Hardly Hungry

Skills to Master: Handiness, Herbalism

Career: None

Generation 3 Child 3: I

Aspirations to Complete: Inner Peace

Traits: Insider, Any, Any

Infant Trait: Intense

Toddler Trait: Independant/Inquisitive

Character Value Trait: Irresponsible, Insensitive

Satisfaction Reward Trait: Ice Proof, Incredibly Friendly, Independent, Inspired Explorer

Skills to Master: None

Career: Interior Designer

Generation 3 Child 4: J

Aspirations: Joke Star, Jungle Explorer

Traits: Jealous, Any, Any

Skills: Juice Fizzing

Career: None

Generation 4 Child 1: K

Aspirations: Any

Traits: Kleptomaniac, Any, Any

Skills: Knitting

Career: None

Generation 4 Child 2: L

Teen Aspiration: Live Fast

Aspirations: Leader of the Pack, Lord/Lady of the Knits, Lone Wolf

Traits: Lazy, Loves Outdoors, Lactose Intolerant

Skills: Logic

Career: Law

Part Time Job: Lifeguard

Generation 4 Child 3: M

World: Magnolia Promenade/Moonwood Mill/Mt. Komorebi

Child Aspiration: Mind and Body

Aspirations: Musical Genius, Master Actor/Actress, Master Mixologist, Mansion Baron, Mt Komorebi Sightseer, Master Maker, Master Chef, Master Vampire

Traits: Maker, Music Lover, Materialistic

Character Value Trait: Mediator

Satisfaction Reward Traits: Mentor, Morning Sim, Marketable

Skills: Media Production, Medium, Mischief, Mixology

Career: Military

Part Time Jobs: Manual Labourer

Generation 4 Child 4: N

World: Newcrest

Aspirations: Nerd Brain, Neighbourhood Confidante

Traits: Neat, Noncommittal, Any

Satisfaction Reward Traits: Never Weary, Needs No One, Night Owl

Skills: None

Career: None

Generation 5 Child 1: O

World: Oasis Springs

Aspirations: Outdoor Enthusiast

Traits: Outgoing, Overachiever, Any

Satisfaction Reward Trait: Observant

Skills: None

Career: None

Generation 5 Child 2: P

Child Aspiration: Playtime Captain

Aspirations: Painter Extraordinaire, Public Enemy, Perfectly Pristine, Purveyor of Potions, Paragon of Hope

Traits: Perfectionist, Paranoid, Proper

Satisfaction Reward Traits: Professional Slacker, Paranormal Investigator

Skills: Painting, Parenting, Pet Training, Photography, Piano, Pipe Organ, Programming

Career: Painter, Politician

Miss Q

Generation 5 Child 3: R

Child Aspiration: Rambunctious Scamp

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Traits: Romantic, Recycle Disciple, Any

Character Value Trait: Responsible

Skills: Research and Debate, Robotics, Rocket Science, Rock Climbing

Career: None

Part Time Job: Retail Employee

Generation 5 Child 4: S

World: Strangerville/Selvadorada/San Myshuno/San Sequoia/Sulani

Child Aspirations: Social Butterfly, Slumber Party Animal

Aspiration: Soulmate, Serial Romantic, Successful Lineage, Super Parent, Spellcraft and Sorcery, Strangerville Mystery, Self Care Specialist

Traits: Self-Assured, Slob, Squeamish

Infant Trait: Sensitive/Sunny

Toddler Trait: Silly

Satisfaction Reward Traits: Super Green Thumb, Seldom Sleepy, Savant, Steel Bladder, Shameless, Stoves and Grills Master, Storm Chaser, Speed Reader, Speed Cleaner

Skills: Selvadoradian Culture, Singing, Skiing, Snowboarding

Careers: Scientist, Secret Agent, Social Media, Style Influencer, Salaryperson

Part Time Job: Scouting Career Scout, Simfluencer

Extra: Soccer Team Player in University

Generation 6 Child One and Only: Left Over Letters

World: Tartosa/Willow Creek/Windenburg

Child Aspiration: Whiz Kid

Aspirations: The Curator, World Famous Celebrity, Villainous Valentine, Vampire Family, Zen Guru, Werewolf Initiate, Wildfang Renegade

Traits: Unflirty, Vegetarian, Any

Infant Trait: Wiggly

Toddler Trait: Wild

Character Value Trait: Uncontrolled Emotions

Satisfaction Reward Trait: Waterproof

Skills: Vampiric Law, Veterinarian, Video Gaming, Violin, Wellness, Writing

Careers: Tech Guru, Writer

Part Time Job: Video Game Streamer

#sims 4 #sims 4 challenges #simblr #the sims #sims 4 edit #the sims 4 #sims community

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imahoeforsokka · 2 years

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Stancy: why their probably endgame and why that’s a good thing (especially for Nancy and her character arc)

Throughout the series Nancy remains guilty for ‘murdering Barb’. While Nancy was losing her virginity, Barbra was sucked into the upside down. She completely blames herself, and whether she realizes or not, she’s always associated that guilt with Steve. We see this in different scenes, notably when she’s drunk at that party in ST2 episode 2, she yells at Steve, “You’re pretending like everything is okay. You know, like, like we didn’t kill Barb!”

She’s seen again having the same conversation, though soberly, with Jonathan in episode 3. “All this time I’ve been trying so hard to pretend like everything’s fine, but it’s not! I feel like there’s this, I don’t know this-” Nancy doesn’t finish her thought, as Jonathan does it for her, “like this weight you’re carrying around with you.” Though I think this is what she meant - weight meaning guilt - Jonathan is talking about knowing about the upside down, while I believe Nancy is speaking about that and ‘murdering Barb’.

Vecna even brings up her guilt about Barb in ST4 when Nancy is being mind controlled by him, “Do you remember what you did, Nancy?” Even then, she’s pulled out by Steve, he comforts her by saying “It’s okay, it’s okay, I'm here.”

Notice I’m talking a lot about Barb, but she’s one of the most important factors in Nancy’s arc and in Stancy’s Arc. Like I said earlier Nancy associates that guilt with Steve, so to get away from this feeling she moves to a more comfortable option, Jonathan. In ST4, as Nancy heals from the guilt of Barb, she’s also realizing her feelings for Steve.

•••

For Stancy ‘okay’’s mean something, rites of passage.

Separation:

ST1 Episode 3: Nancy goes to her locker, the day she noticed Barb was missing. Steve shows up and immediately notices that Nancy is off, “is everything okay?”

Transition:

ST2 Episode 9: Nancy and Steve are going through items for Will, Steve tells Nancy to go with Jonathan, she says she doesn’t want to leave Mike, “No one’s leaving anyone, look I may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but turns out i’m a damn good babysitter.” Nancy obviously feels bad and disagrees, “Steve..” “It's okay Nance.”

Reintegration:

In ST3; Flayed Billy is about to hit Nance with her car, Steve slammed his car into Billys, saving Nancy. This doesn’t go unpaid, In ST4; Nancy immediately jumps in the lake to save Steve after he gets pulled down. Even Eddie acknowledges this, “that’s love, man.”

Stancy’s continuing Reintegration, Jancy’s separation:

In ST4 Episode 8; Jonathan and Nancy are boarding up the windows on Hopper's Cabin. Jonathan notices a tense air between them and asks, “are we okay?” Nancy gives a fake smile and says “Yeah”

In ST5 we’re likely to see the success play out.

•••

As for Jonathan…

In ST2, Jonathan and Nancy get ‘Murry’ed’. Murray iconically says, “You’re both young and attractive, and you’ve got the real shit, shared trauma.”

And genuinely Jancy has just that, shared trauma, but once you pull that away.. there’s not much there, other than chemistry seeping through from Natalia and Charlie.

In ST3, Jancy gets in an argument about their job, Jonathan doesn’t fully understand Nancy’s need to quit, while Nancy doesn’t understand Jonathan’s need to stay.

Robin and Jonathan: Foils

Robin, in ST3, calls Nancy ‘such a priss’, while high on the bathroom floor with Steve, he replies “Turns out, not really.”

Jonathan, in ST4, says he’s glad Nancy was in Hawkins, because then “who’d be in charge? Steve?” Nancy responds, “He’s actually grown up quite a bit, y’know?”

Jonathan and Robin, though in completely different ways, serve as decoy love interests. Robin by being completely unattainable by being a Lesbian. While Jonathan is a little more complicated, because he is attainable, but he’s emotionally unavailable (at least in ST4).

•••

As for Steve, there isn’t much of an argument needed, he loves this girl and always will:

“If some other girl had given me a proper thump, before we met, would things have been…different?”

“It’s always been you.”

•••

thanks for reading my rambles about these fake people 👍

#steve harrington #joe keery #stranger things #stranger things 4 #nancy wheeler #natalia dyer #jonathan byers #robin buckley #stancy #jancy #eddie munson #character analysis

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lesvegas · 1 year

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New Vegas - Now Under New Management!

In 2301, the city of New Vegas had been a raiders’ paradise for nearly twenty years. A week after the murder of his best friend, Auguste follows up on a lead at Gomorrah, determined to avenge him.

Chapter 2: Feed Me Now [ao3 link]

Wearing a bright red suit all the time had more pros than cons. While some might consider it tacky, none could deny that it was eye-catching and iconic. One glance at me and you knew you were looking at Auguste. The colour also resembled old-world warning signs in more ways than one; this suit was a red-alert to anyone who tried to start shit with me. Stand in my way, piss me off, so much as give me a rude look and I’ll have twenty securitrons on your ass before you can think to spit on my shoes.

Like a vibrant but venomous pre-war animal, people knew to stay the hell away from me unless they had business. Crowds parted in the street for me, and raiders who thought they were oh so scary made way for their soon-to-be king, allowing me to cross from the Tops to Gomorrah with ease. The only ones who didn’t move were the guys who were so fucked up they were passed out or dead, but they were easy to step over. Or step on.

Opening the door to Gomorrah’s front lobby, I was hit with the smell of cheap smoke. It tended to linger in here. Gomorrah was the stuffiest casino around, and it made me loosen my tie a little.

The greeter was as courteous to me as always, flashing a smile even though he fucking hated his job. I couldn’t tell if he’d always worked here or if he was a reformed raider. Whatever family ran this place before was long gone, and I didn’t even hear them get mentioned much. I just smiled back at him and walked on in with my silenced 12.7mm. I never let anyone take my gun from me, not since I got it on my thirteenth birthday. Not even my own father could take it from me.

I skipped the casino floor and entered the main Brimstone club. The stage was crowded around what seemed to be a new girl having her first dance. I only watched her half-assed moves for a moment before approaching the bar and ordering a new pack of smokes. The second I had it, I emptied the little box to refill my cigarette case, then handed the emptied vessel to the bartender to toss. I left a few caps as a tip to be polite, but I didn’t pay. Everything I ever asked for went straight to Fresno’s never-ending tab.

Sufficiently restocked, I went around the bar and through the door up to the next level without a second glance from the guards. Zoara Club was a nice little private lounge for important people only, overlooking the stage below. But I never came up here for the view.

The office doors were always locked, but the pool tables were always available. There were only two people besides me that I’ve ever seen play the game correctly: my father, and Cal.

Cal might have been the closest thing I had to an uncle. He was something of a family friend, having known both my father and Fresno since before I was born. He and Fresno used to be an item (I can’t really imagine that), and he and my father still met up to play games sometimes. Usually pool, chess, or poker. They both taught me how to play, but Cal was the one who taught me how to cheat. While my father got me my first gun, Cal got me my first Stealth Boy. He used to be the go-to babysitter when I was too small to be left alone, despite being one of the busiest men in the city, and I had fond memories of him showing me how to hack a terminal or pick a lock.

But tonight, he was playing pool, and only casually watching the stage now and then. While he wasn’t as hands-off as Fresno, he did have a casual attitude to running Gomorrah. He let the whores do their own thing for the most part, and he’d been on good terms with the best chem suppliers in the region for years now, enough to let them have their own small-time dealers sell in certain parts of Brimstone. He mostly just needed to make sure people actually paid for services and that nobody got hurt.

“What do you think?” Cal asked me as I approached the pool table. He was bent over the table, lining up a shot for the solid 7-ball.

“Of the girl?” I asked, then looked down to the stage again. “Well… she looks nice, I guess. They seem to like her. But she looks like she’s got no idea what the hell she’s doing.”

“I know.” Cal struck the cue ball which rolled into the 7-ball, sinking it in one clean shot. That left only the striped balls and the 8-ball. “She insisted on going up without any training. Said she used to dance in Primm.”

“I didn’t know Primm had dancers.” I said, then grabbed a pool cue for myself. “Maybe she’ll learn the hard way when she makes shit tips.”

“Maybe.” Cal said, then stood straight to let me have a go. “How’ve you been holding up?”

“Just peachy.” I said, leaning over the pool table. I could sink the 9-ball, I think. It was close enough to a hole, but a bit far from the cue ball. Still, I tried to take the shot anyway. The cue ball hit the side of it, but only managed to nudge the ball closer to the hole. “I’d be happier if I had a name.”

“Didn’t your dad ever teach you about patience?” Cal teased with a slight smile that I couldn’t be mad at, even if I still felt like killing someone tonight. He glanced around a little before positioning himself to take the 9-ball from me. “Fine, let me break the tension. I don’t have a name yet.”

Fuck.

“S’alright.” I said quietly, but it was incredibly obvious how disappointed I was. I really came in here expecting to know exactly who to hunt down and destroy.

Now why did I expect Cal of all people to figure out who shot Brutus for me? Simple, really: Cal used to go by Callipho, and he used to be one of the best spies in Caesar’s Legion. Specifically, he used to be one of those fru… froo… whatever that would work undercover in Vegas. He’s half the reason the family that used to run Gomorrah aren’t around anymore, according to him.

Cal wasn’t a friend of the old Legion, though, no way. He used to tell me all these stories of how these Caesar guys were real sticks in the mud at best; they couldn’t even drink or smoke. No fucking wonder they’d take their frustration out on their women. Oh, and they were pretty fucking brutal, even as far as raiders go. Cal had the scars all over his back to prove it. He dipped the moment Fresno gave him the opportunity.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t look so miserable.” Cal said, setting his pool cue aside. The game wasn’t over, but he began taking the balls out of the holes anyway. “Just because I don’t have a name doesn’t mean I don’t know who did it.”

I perked up at that. “Really?”

“Sure. Look,” He began arranging the balls on the table in a peculiar way, then laid out two pool cues parallel to each other. It took me a moment to figure out the pool cues were the Strip itself, the solid balls were buildings, and the striped balls were people. Save for the white cue ball in the middle next to the red-striped 15-ball. “You said it happened when you and Brutus were walking back to the Tops from Vault 21, right?”

“That’s right.” I said. The blue 2-ball must be Vault 21, then. “It was getting late.”

“So you were both heading this way.” Cal said, pushing the balls that represented us forward a little. “Brutus was on your right as you headed North. And he was shot in the back of the head at a downward angle.”

“I recall.” I said bitterly.

“So…” He picked up the yellow 1-ball and the green 6-ball. “The shot could’ve only come from one of two places. The old NCR embassy, or the Ultra-Luxe.”

Oh.

Oh, I was a fucking idiot for not realizing this sooner. “And, considering the NCR Embassy is pretty damn small…” Cal set the 6-ball down and tossed me the 1-ball. I fumbled, but caught it. “I think it’s safe to assume that a Jackal took the shot.”

I stared down at the yellow-striped ball in my hands. I only just noticed it had a slight chip in it. I wondered if that made it unbalanced enough to make a difference in-game. Is that why Cal always picked the solid balls?

“How long did it take for you to figure that out?” I asked.

“Honestly? Not long at all. But I still wanted to rule a few things out before I told you.” Cal admitted. “I still don’t actually know who in the Ultra-Luxe did it. Hell, it might not’ve even been a Jackal. But…”

I looked at him. He took the ball back.

“Kid, let me give you some advice…” I could already tell I wasn’t gonna like what he was about to say. “Sometimes it’s better to let things be.”

“You cannot be serious.”

“I’ve never been more serious in my life.” Cal said, beginning to clear off the pool table. “Listen, the Jackals are huge. Like, Khans-level huge. They weren’t always huge, but they are now. They’re not just a small-time raider gang, alright? Fresno didn’t give them a whole casino just because they asked nicely. If one of ‘em had no problem shooting your dog, what do you think they’re gonna do to you if you go in there and start throwing a tantrum?”

So fucking what if the Jackals were huge? This was my city. Brutus was my dog. If I have to convince my father to convince Fresno to make the securitrons mow them all down, I will. I’ll fucking find a way somehow. But maybe I’ll give them a chance, first. Go over there right now and tell them to hand over whoever did it, spare the rest. I could be merciful.

Cal sighed. “For the love of God, do not go to the Ultra-Luxe.”

“I’m going to the Ultra-Luxe.”

I returned the pool cue to its place on the wall, and started to leave only for Cal to follow right behind me. He was still talking, but I wasn’t really listening. What he said did make sense, but I was beyond the realm of rational thinking right now. I had a whole week’s worth of pent-up rage and grief to unleash on some unlucky Jackal and I wasn’t about to let him stop me.

But then he stood right in front of me in the doorway at the bottom of the stairs.

“Cal, move.”

"Listen.” He hissed. “If this is really that important to you, I’ll help. But we’re doing things my way, got that? Let me do the talking and we’ll figure out who took the shot without riling up the entire casino. Alright?”

I stared long and hard at him. I breathed in, held it, and exhaled softly. I wasn’t just sweating from the humidity in here. I shoved my hands in my pockets when I noticed how shaky they were. I counted backwards from ten in my mind, and it was clear for a moment.

“Fine.” I said after a while. “But we’re doing this tonight. And I need a smoke first.”

The Ultra-Luxe was the biggest and most upscale casino on the Strip, even after its current occupants made a fucking mess of it. The Jackals didn’t run the place nearly as well as Cal ran the Gomorrah and the Chairmen still ran the Tops, but that was supposed to be part of the ‘appeal’. It was all one big joke, this group of lowborn scavengers running a gorgeous hotel and casino. Even as far as raiders go, they were some of the lowest of the low; they used to be known for picking people clean after fire fights in the desert, and being dirtier than most. Now they were like stupid kids playing house, dressed up in mommy and daddy’s best clothes.

The costume included the masks, naturally. They liked how creepy it made them look. But most of them had broken the bottoms off so they could still show off their sharpened teeth. It was sort of their trademark.

Cal and I had eaten at the Gourmand before, so it wasn’t the weirdest thing when we walked in by ourselves and asked for a table. There were no wait times for people like us; we were seated at a table right in the middle of the dining room almost immediately and given a couple of menus. I requested a bottle of ice-cold Nuka-Cola because I felt like staying sober and didn’t really trust them not to put something in my drink, and Cal seemed to have the same idea when he asked for a bottle of water.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked once the waiter left, pretending to skim over the menu.

“I’m still trying to come up with one.” He admitted. “But I don’t think shooting the place up or searching the entire hotel is the way to go.”

“Agreed.” I said. I had calmed down just enough on the way here that I thought better of it. “I think we…” I trailed off as the waiter returned quickly with our drinks.

“Thanks.” Cal said, then took my menu before handing it to him. “We’ll just start off with some salads. No meat, no dressing. Keep it clean, please.”

Cal withdrew his bottle opener from his coat pocket and opened my bottle for me. Thankfully, it’d been sealed. I took a sip, then spoke again.

“I think we should ask around. Well, no, not ask around, but…” Asking around is the last thing we should do. I meant to say, “Snoop around? But not the whole hotel. But someone has to know something. I say we break into the office of whoever runs the place and ransack the room.”

Cal stared at me. “You don’t even know who runs the Jackals?”

“Why should I?”

Cal just took a drink of water. Fine, stupid question, I should know who runs the Ultra-Luxe. But that wasn’t the same thing as knowing the leader of the Jackals. One was a raider and the other was a business owner. Big difference.

“Maybe you should meet her.”

I gave him a look.

“No, I’m serious.” Cal went on. “I think if anyone around here knew who did it, it’d be her. And she’s smart enough to give up one killer to save her own skin. Again, just let me do the talking and see where that takes us.”

It was the only real lead we had that could possibly save us some time. And I trusted Cal’s opinion on stuff like this. But I still sighed in frustration. “Fine.”

Our salads were brought over promptly. It didn’t exactly take long to prepare what was essentially chopped lettuce, nuts, and shredded carrots. We’ve had meat here before, even pasta drenched in sauce, but tonight was one of those nights where it just felt better not to risk it. And it was pretty difficult to fuck with a plain salad.

I tried a forkful of lettuce and carrots without so much as a drop of dressing. Naturally, it sucked.

“What’s the matter?” Cal teased. “Don’t like rabbit food?”

“Were rabbits ever real?” I asked. Cal just shrugged. If they were, they were before his time, too.

The waiter came back again already. Christ, they usually served us fast, but tonight it was like they knew they were in trouble. “Is everything all right?” He asked after we had, what, one bite?

“Actually, no.” I said, putting my fork down. Of course the salad was awful, but… I got an idea. Cal gave me a look, but I kept talking anyway. “I’d like to speak to the owner. Not the manager, not the chef, the owner. Of the whole casino. Your leader.”

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