#like do I need to be prepared for the cutie pie or the sex god?? I just need to know

[enter-the-phantom]

you know how a corgi puppy is cute but not necessarily beautiful? and how a Renaissance painting is beautiful but not cute?

Ok I want to know how Gabriel manages to exude both corgi puppy and Renaissance painting at the same time. Like I can’t put into words what I mean but how is he simultaneously both a squeezable puppy and an elegant painting

How is this the same person?? He’s a contradiction of characteristics that makes me question our entire system of aesthetics. Like I don’t mean “omg my boyfriend is both cute AND beautiful”, this is not a “Gabriel is hot” post (he is but that’s a different discussion). This is a post questioning the laws of existence

I literally mean this is two completely different energies and sets of characteristics coming from the same person depending on random context and it’s mind bogglingly confusing to witness

[thefallennightmare]

Hard to Love [21/21]

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 1621

Warnings: this story will have mentions of abuse, mental and physical so please read at your own risk. Some swearing, angst, and a good amount of fluff. Maybe some smut if I'm feeling frisky.

Summary: After moving to a new town all on her own, Reader would do anything for a stable job and income. Even if that means housekeeping for one of Boston's eligible bachelors. What she didn't expect was finding herself falling in love with him and finding him out about the past that she was running from.

A/N: I cannot believe the ending is here. I also cannot thank you enough for all the love that you guys have gave this series. I really do appreciate it and love seeing all the comments! Your words of encouragement are what kept me going for this story. I’m so so sad it’s done. 

Lets finish this story with a happy ending! 

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ONE YEAR LATER

“Where’s my cutie pie?!” I shouted, entering the home. 

Four feet trotted down the long hallway from the kitchen to the living room where I stood, hanging up my jacket and bag. Bending at the knees, I allowed all of the kisses and whines of happiness, scratching the furry ears. 

“How’s Dodger doing today?” I cooed. 

He followed me into the kitchen as I searched the fridge for something to ease my stomach. Munching on a piece of cheese, I checked my phone and saw a new message from Chris. 

I’ll be home in a few hours. I’m sorry baby, I didn’t think these interviews would take so long. 

Don’t be sorry! I’ll wait up for you xx. 

The last year, I had grown incredibly; putting everything that happened to me in the past, locking it away. The scars still remained on my body but I never let it affect me. Chris would always make sure he showed extra love to them, telling me that he loved the way I look. 

The first time Chris had to leave for work was a couple of months after everything and it was hard to get adjusted to sleeping in the bed alone but Dodger was the best replacement, keeping me safe every night. Chris tried to turn down movie roles but I quickly shot that down. I wouldn’t let him lose out on a possible great job because I missed him. 

I ended up seeing the live video he posted when I was missing and the amount of outpouring coming from his friends and fans also helped me heal. There were a good amount of people who at first weren’t happy that Chris was in a loving relationship but eventually, when he kept posting pictures of us on Instagram, they got used to it. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I saw a new message appear from Chris. 

Our weekend starts in less that two hours. I can’t wait to be alone with you. 

I smiled fondly at the message. 

The past couple weeks were filled with either him working almost every day or me continuing my schooling. We had his family and friends over a few times last week as well so we were practically begging the Gods above for some alone time. 

Which is why this weekend we had zero plans, just the two of us in our home. 

And Dodger. 

“OH COME ON!” Chris yelled at the T.V. 

A giggle erupted from my throat from my spot on the couch, my feet placed in his lap, as we watched the football game. 

Our weekend together was coming to an end, school for me and another press conference for Chris’ upcoming movie tomorrow, meant that reality was about twelve hours away. We spent the weekend in multiple different rooms of the house, our moans vibrating off the walls. 

I’ve had sex more in this weekend than I had in my entire adult life. 

Now, we were exhausted, so we decided to spend the rest of our Sunday in our lazy clothes on the couch; Chris wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats and I ended up stealing his shirt and a pair of his boxers. 

Even though his eyes were transfixed on the game, he still made an effort to show me attention by rubbing the soles of my feet. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at this man in front of me. He let his beard grow this weekend, too lazy to shave it, which I didn’t complain one bit. The red marks on my thighs from earlier were an indication of that. His hair was short because he decided that he needed to buzz it last night; he was sick of it getting in his face. 

I marveled at the way the muscle in his jaw tightened when I rubbed my feet into his lap, purposely pressing into his soft cock. 

“If you keep that up, I’ll miss the last half of the game,” he threatened in a low voice. 

“But I’m horny!” I whined, lifting my shirt up and over my head. “Please?” 

I pinched my hard nipple between my fingers, hoping that would be enough to get him on top of me. 

It was. 

I yelped when Chris pulled my ankle towards him, his body on top of mine in seconds. His gold chain was dangling in front of my face as I looked up to him, our chest rising with heavy breaths. 

“So naughty,” he muttered against the crook of my neck. 

“Enough small talk and fuck me already, Evans,” I purred into his ear, fingernails digging into his bare back.

I couldn’t help but gnaw nervously on my bottom lip, tasting a bit of blood, while I paced the floor of our bedroom. Chris was out running errands but with the text I sent him, I knew that he would be on his way home asap. 

Can you come home please? I have to talk to you. 

My hands shook with nerves, feeling my cardigan being weighed down with the pressure that was in the pocket. I couldn’t help but worry about what Chris’ reaction would be. We never talked about this and I didn’t know if this would be what broke our relationship. 

“Y/N?” 

Hearing his voice, I made my way down the stairs and into the living room where he sat with Dodger on the couch. 

“Hey, everything alright?” He asked. 

I nodded and sat across from him. “Yeah, I think so.” 

He knew in the way my knee bounced and sucked in my bottom lip that whatever I had to talk to him about made me nervous as hell. Placing a hand on my knee, he gave me a warm smile. 

“Tell me,” he begged gently. 

Words were so foreign to me, not knowing exactly how to say it, so instead I handed him what was in my pocket. 

“I know we haven’t talked about it much but I couldn't not tell you. I mean you deserve to know. If you’re angry I understand. I’m confused too on how this happened,” I rambled. 

Chris didn’t hear a word I had spouted, his eyes trained hard on the stick in his hand with the two solid pink lines. 

“You’re pregnant?” His mouth twitched. 

I nodded and handed him my phone that held an email from the doctors office, confirming the pregnancy. Yesterday morning while Chris was out with his mom, I secretly had an appointment. 

“The doctor says I’m about six weeks,” I spoke softly. 

I was unsure of what his reaction would be, his gaze still stuck on the pregnancy test in his hand. 

Dodger knew something was different, sniffing the test in Chris’ hand. 

Finally after what felt like forever, Chris looked into my eyes and his mouth curved into a smile. 

“We’re having a baby?” 

The smile he had was a giant one, where you could almost count all of his teeth as he smiled down towards Dodger, showing him the sonogram on my phone as if Dodger could tell what he was looking at. 

The joy in his voice brought tears to my eyes. 

“You’re happy?” I asked. 

His hands snaked around my waist, pulling me into his lap. “I’m fucking ecstatic.” 

Our lips met in a rushed kiss, his hand finding its place on my stomach. His forehead rested against mine and his eyes shone with so much love that my heart leaped into my throat, knowing that his reaction was the complete opposite of what I was prepared for. 

“Stay here,” He mumbled against my lips in another kiss. 

I waited patiently as he rummaged for something in the desk of his office and he returned, hand behind his back. 

“I was saving this for when we went away next month but I don’t think I can wait.” He spoke before handing me a small box. 

A small velvet box. 

I gasped, watching him get down on one knee, and pried open the box. Inside was a gorgeous oval cut diamond on a plain gold band. The sunlight from outside had caught the ring in a warm glow of light. 

“This isn’t the most romantic idea of a proposal but I don’t want to wait any longer to ask you this. I first met you in this room when you came to work for me and in that moment I knew I wanted you; I needed you in my life. Y/N, you know I love you so fucking much. You have changed my life in so many ways and now we’re having a baby. You’re having my baby and somehow I love you even more. Y/N, will you marry me?” The tears welled in his eyes and he blew out a shaky breath. 

“Fuck yes!” I cried, hormones causing my eyes to pour tears down my cheeks. 

After he slid the ring on my finger, he picked me up with ease as he walked us towards our bedroom so we could celebrate the rest of our lives. 

I couldn’t believe how much my life had changed in two years since I first drove up to this house, nervous about what the job was that I had an interview for. I never imagined that I would face my past again, not letting it define who I was anymore. And I definitely never thought I would find someone who would love me with his whole entire heart and soul, knowing how hard to love I was. But he did; Chris vowed to me that night in hushed moans that he loved me then and forever. 

Along with the baby I was growing in my stomach; our baby. 

AND FIN!

[sugar-petals]

SuperM as Subs

↪ A/N. UGH these guys have me fucking spiraling. very excited to bring you this, please indulge 👀

○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub, kinks galore, gender-neutral dom!reader

3.5k words | bullet points | this is all over the place there is so much to say i—

⌈ ten

— motto: kitten has ‘ten’ in it, but so does intense.

wowza honey

best choke out you’ll find

the stamina, too, oh lord. ten can handle a lightning fast riding without blowing up in two minutes

all while you choke him

with a waist harness on and ankles bound

bondage looks so good on him; he’s flexible and enduring. imagine a hogtie... art. 

such a beautiful man.

literally, rope marks, imagine that

we need to talk about his pain threshold as well there

things that have other guys screaming are a mere tickle to him

i can’t emphasize enough how lucky you’ll be. this fella does not have to be trained much. experience? abundant. talent? more than vast. he knows precisely how far he can go with what kind of kink. that is invaluable.

and now, the most mind-blowing part. stress: he encourages you to take it all out on him. in his mind, that’s an extra treat and a promise he gets it raw how he loves it. 

your satisfaction is his fuel, as is seeing you unwind. 

the whole progression from heavy beginnings to breathless ends

the boy needs you to go, for the lack of a better word, buck-wild

so yes, ten is your number one (pun intended) address for all things messy. he asks you to hatefuck him, you spoil him with it.

the sheer masochism of him

are you kidding me

listen i’m not a fan of the sin concept but in this case... you can sin all you want with him

tl;dr: angry sex is his thing. strong emotions. guts will be rearranged.

about the elephant in the room: yeah, this guy can bust some extraterrestrial, dazzling, sexy as hell moves

that means one thing. contortionism. you can bend him into every position you desire and fuck him like that. he’s petite but don’t worry. your babe’s strong

in fact, you can sit on his face and get one ferocious rimming daily

things will get wet wetter wettest

surprise surprise vice versa he likes his own ass filled with plugs and vibrators

the type that buzzes him into a delirium while you slap him. with his neck turning red and those pretty almond eyes going wide. 

they do hold the universe. he’s just so enthralling.

btw. talking about toys. having a fleshlight ready to make him moan and ruin his orgasm is a veeery good idea.

chances are you will draw cute english or thai interjections from him

in return, you can call him your prince and kiss him all over for aftercare. he’s no different, thinking of you as someone figuratively and literally noble to him. he’s thankful you fulfill his greatest sexual dreams. it’s true, you’ll really worship each other.

he’ll do his little mona lisa smile and doze off in your lap...

sub!ten is just priceless okay

10/10

i need a moment

⌈ kai

— motto: local strip club found bankrupt.

oh mY GOD nini

he knows how it’s done

did he go to sub school or something

you’ll find him at the stove around 6:30 AM in his apron

making you breakfast pretty much butt naked otherwise

flustered and sexy butler kim right at your service

looking very sculpted

dancing a little, as usual, he’s getting into it

in other words, you’re sure to get those eggs fried well

now, besides his skimpy clothing and waiter allure

kai as a submissive is almost definite to be an epitome of organization. he’s just good at it. period. lube and protection are always in the house.

you do your part doing maintenance for toys and cracking the occasional whip but really i mean... as the great oh sehun once said... never don’t mind about a thing when jongin gets the chance to put something in order

so lean back — kai is a service sub. he’s the type who wants to break a sweat for you

and have that very visible because he doesn’t own clothes anyway. well, well.

something more about organization

fucking according to a schedule sounds about right

you have it all planned out with a special calendar book just for that purpose

but don’t believe he’ll be boring and hyper-structured beyond that

kai is the precise opposite of dull as a lover but that’s a huge duh

he has both the acute sense of bashful romance and strong erotic feelings that come with a regular eyebrow wiggle

he likes to provoke the wild animal in his partner

reckless abandon

kai is 100% guaranteed to make you let out the beast. he enjoys feeling you go all out and grip him, pin him. everything hands-on is good.

grinding and gyrating is always part of sex. hell, even floating and flying. fuck gravity.

you need a certain level of dexterity. and hey if you don’t, you will pick it up from him in a solid minute

what i’m trying to say is that it won’t happen that the two of you rub against each other in the sheets like two blocks of wood (even when going into aftercare!). it will be fluid, ever-moving, energetic right and left with the mattress creaking all over the damn place

sex with jongin is one thing for sure: fucking fast. he won’t mess up his tempo if you know what i mean. the two of you will be thrusting and moaning until complete fatigue sets in

he whines a lot i’m telling you

it’s the surefire way to know kai is into it, being genuinely vocal is one of his best qualities as a sub

besides handling any rough pace 

this guy will have you sneaking into his gym room and have a quickie on the next best workout bench

and lord knows what else. 

the bathroom is another destination. wet!kai, the yearning romeo, is an image you won’t forget

prepare to get your hands on all of that

he’s gonna melt right into ya

and that is sub!kai for you

⌈ taeyong

— motto: vanilla? hardly heard of her.

to use an nct pun: the options are— limitless.

and another: you’re signed up for a... long flight.

and you’re gonna be the: boss

who gives it to him

and i’m warning you

he’s shy about it but

taeyong is simply insatiable. take his kinky reputation at face value.

what doesn’t he do

the softest softcore (feathers to tease him) to the hardest hardcore (edge play, hallelujah), the whole spectrum without any efforts for transitions

so you guessed it, a normal bedroom really won’t do.

neither does a standard dom

but since you’re knee deep into taeyong — go figure, you’re reading this — news flash you likely aren’t one

plug in all of your toys and cameras for date night. he needs his good dose of lube-dripping fantasy, homemade with a bunch of latex thrown into the mix

yeah i know that will escalate quickly

he wears it well i’m telling you

and also greatly enjoys you donning it for friday evening

it will frustrate him to the max which is a sight to see indeed

no other sub in super m gets harder boners over latex. that’s how it is. he’s just so drawn to the material and how much authority it gives you in particular

noona/oppa kink incarnate

hell, even daddy/mommy

he calls you that when you are forehead to forehead and catching your breath

because man these orgasms are going to get you so high, bodies gently intertwined

and very, very drenched

not just skin-wise

so let me underline this

your dear taeyong, no matter how innocently he can blink at you, gets his daily nutrient intake from cum. 

what fancy-schmancy protein shake is he interested in other than yours like literally none

put him on a leash together with baekhyun and you have two salivating, ultra dirty boys

so ready to please and swallow everything up

taeyong is a handsome handful

you’ll be horny 24/7

or 23/7 maybe because aftercare

where we revert back to adorable yong. he clings to you a lot, you nuzzle him all the time, the affection is off the charts

he’s pouty and sweet, smiling to himself

holding him tight gives him a big sense of security. 

safe to say he wants everybody to know he belongs to you in terms of PDA, too

it’s not restricted to domestic intimacy and sexual aftermath

taeyong truly has the perfect ratio of freaky and soft

god worked hard on him

⌈ lucas

— motto: when bigger is better, things get wetter...

ready for take off are we 

yukhei is one flirty crackhead you’ll love it

teasing will go back and forth

there might even be play fights and wrestling involved. messing around on sofas and carpets, you know the deal. things won’t get too rowdy, he’s being his 6′ baby self and you don’t want to use your whole bag of tricks yet vice versa

lucas eventually lets you win anyways

and acts like he’s lethally injured ffs

he’s an aquarius don’t come for him they roll that way

in comes the patient-doctor roleplay. yep that’s how the story goes

and you sure as hell get to take care of um

luke’s big lightsaber

alright

it’s throbbing a bit too much and needs medicine

so think of yourself as a jedi master training your disciple.

read: edging the living soul out of him. 

rough handjobs are just perfect

as is going on a rodeo trip getting the guy to tame those bucking hips with a lil punishment here and there. and with punishment i mean tickling even when he is close to orgasm

uh-oh

wong yukhei is a cutie pie but he has just about a bucket of cum for you spilling all over the place

he might get a lil embarrassed about it, that’s the sweetest thing

cleaning it up will be his greatest pleasure

so

ready for subby lucas yet?

he’s juicy

so what else do we have... 

(besides that he sounds like harry styles is dubbing him and that voice is going to turn you on so hard)

if his dominant doesn’t have an ounce of a muscle and biting kink that’s, how to put it, a missed opportunity

just licking him and leaving marks everywhere just has to be the biggest feast in history. you have him parade around sleeveless just to see the hickeys on his arms. 

and you don’t have to be frugal. it has to scream mine mine mine. yes, xuxi has some arm sensitivity going on. he needs your mouth on him doing chaotic stuff that leaves his jaw hanging open. to the point of you eating your brunch off his chest and shoulders.

there i said it 

breakfast with yukhei is cancelled. it’s breakfast on yukhei

as for positions: things are usually more chill and standard. just how much missionary will there be, you’ll lose count. he’s good at it. lucas has the condensed passion of ten people, it will be more arousing than you’d think. it’s also a good pause to your usual activities, you both get a chance to um take a breath

if he feels cocky, wong brathei likes to lift you up during sex and here we go again with a staring contest... which ends with a bright smile and kissing 

what did you expect

always remember this one thing. in his big himbo brain only one thought floats around and that. is. his. love. for. you.

a whipped boy

he’s irreplaceable.

patient xuxi reports speedy recovery

⌈ mark

— motto: good boys go to heaven after debuting a couple times more

sirs and sirettes, mark lee.

what did you think the “m” in super m stands for? mario, man, massive, market, model?

nope

SuperMark is what keeps the planet spinning

now here it goes

let’s get one assumption out of the way first

you’d think he fucks how he talks but you’ll be surprised

everything’s slow slow slow

the pace is very casual for someone who raps and thinks that fast

mark is just too friggin’ cute

a blushy cupcake

innocent and always curious what you’re up to

just perfect for all sorts of gentle dominance

you can reassure him when he gets nervous which happens every now and then

and put him into soft sweaters and blankets when he feels cold

maybe even building a pillow fort and just caressing him ad nauseam literally for minutes on end.

tousling his hair would be adorable beyond belief

the same goes for giving him cheesy pet names

or feeding him sweets

you can bet chocolate is his favorite. 

but it’s not just all about pampering him

keen how he is you can expect a lot of gestures of attention from mark, like carefully selected presents and foot massages

there’s a real gentleman at your hands.

a gentlemark

he might have come up with that himself 

you bet there will be lots of humor involved mark just can’t do serious sex

his intellect is yeahhh... superhuman

as much as his heart is squishy for you.

it’s hard out there. this world is tough

but mark is a safe haven to return to and have wholesome hours in bed with

30% sex, 70% aftercare.

you think that’s impossible? look into his puppy eyes and tell me all you’ll do won’t be spooning

it’s an art form and mark is just too inviting not to do a brush stroke on the canvas. 

and after you’re done spooning things are back to more caressing

a smooch left, a smooch right

for the 30% he might need a bit of outside support because his inner perfectionist compels him

so he’ll text johnny at 4:30 in the morning with urgent questions

because his mind is racing and he promised to wake you up with a set of spicy stuff

sex veteran johnny will calmly explain it to mark but also keep it short and simple

because man how early can someone text you 

and mark appreciates a crisp how-to that he won’t forget

even when you are chest to chest feeling each other’s breath and his brain almost shuts down

at the end of the day...

you say hey canada lemme get my hands on those big thighs of yours and ding ding his pants are off. he responds so easily to guidance

and his dancing skill always helps to get groovy with you

so

bust down markiana

you’re that bitch and you know it

⌈ baekhyun

— motto: you and me, relax and ch...oking

leader on the streets 

screamer in the sheets

even the most peace-loving, noise-sensitive neighbors are going to dig the things that come out of his mouth as caused by you

just how good are his lungs

imagine him making audios for you. yes, god is real.

you just hit the lotto

the things his mouth can do 

byun baekhyun is a synonym of oral fixation when will merriam webster admit it

if there’s one person in super m who can nail the picture perfect drooling ahegao face without hesitation it’s him

he will pleasure you with his tongue so vigorously

that level of spit blowing will haunt you

and the slurpi—

THE NOISES. we can’t talk about the noises. nope, nope. the noises are not meant to be described to this world. 

you’ll suffer from incurable lust once you picture it

you know what his voice can cause

that would trigger a mass hysteria

anyway. moving on. 

baeks is the type to appreciate a mix of cheek-on-cheek cuddling and getting his brains banged out

you can toss him around, grab him by the hair, fuck him absolutely stupid

while also kissing his forehead and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. as if he doesn’t want you enough already this will have baekhyun needy for so long

he’s the king of slutty behavior

and making both of you crack up with mid-sex jokes about who knows what, suho’s butt mole or something

he’s just too hilarious. on the other hand he likes being creative and concentrated

in his free time you’ll probably find him reading erotic stories, sketching sexy stuff (i.e., well, you) in a journal, or even a manual to the kamasutra. it gets him all hot and bothered to the point where he can’t stop being chatty about it.

baekhyun’s arousal always first manifests as a wave of words or texts 

your part of the equation is distilling the essence of said texts and getting to work on that perky body of his

and praise him plenty. baekhyun loves a lot of verbal affirmations and you’re glad to shower him with it.

kink-wise: he really has a gazillion ideas to try

costumes, gags, whips, pet play, sounding, collars, semi-clothed sex, cock rings, suspensions, you name it

as the cherry on top, a three- and fourway could be part of your routine for sure. 

that being said he might have a few dicks in him physically or mechanically because geez bacon loves fucking machines and dildos

he is 100% ready to embark on one hell of an anal odyssey

how much he can stretch out you can probably guess. and he’ll make jokes about it either way to turn you on

you’ll be certain to exhaust and stuff your lil’ darling to the brim but i’m telling you what you already know

he’s gonna be the happiest ahegao boy in the world

and throw peace signs when you take pictures of him fucked out

that’s byunbaek for you. one of a kind

a subby gem

⌈ taemin

— motto: 500 points to slytherin! 

this is what you’ve been waiting for i know I KNOW

red carpets out for the sensual sub king and nation’s p.r.e.t.t.y. boy

the international bombshell blonde

a bdsm luminary

DEITY

now, listen. 

some erotic feats are truly hard to execute

but there is always one guy who’s the exception 

and his name is lee taemin

no matter how unrealistic or complex your imagination of sex with him is

with this man, most of it can become real

effortlessly

because he’s a) an open-minded lover b) rich enough to rent ten dungeons — per hour and c) closest to perfection we as a human race have ever come 

taemin is a pro at bringing all kinds of your and his fantasies to life. that’s why it’s important that you sit down to talk about how your intimate encounters could look like every other week

primarily, as far as his taste is concerned

we’ve all heard about his tales of creepypasta romance

literally he’s been an idol for so long and still comes up with new baffling ideal type stories

so according to those

he wants to be run over by you and thinks that’s hot,,, but i say... we stick to flipping him over... like on a bed,,, no car involved

this pal is macabre you have to be an embodiment of the law to rein him in

police roleplay much. arrest this provocateur!

furthermore and on a lighter note

besides being jailed

lo and behold, chained up and decked out in lace, draped on a lip-shaped art sofa is how he feels the most in his element

add a mask and a corset 

just how glamorous is he

this guy has mastered all techniques of drawing you in with the most elaborate seduction. 

tremendous!

including dance: for your eyes only. 

prepare to have your loins set on fire.

because within the 4 walls of your home his every move will be pure danger loaded with sexuality. it would be even more of a public menace than he already is when performed in front of a crowd

keep those handcuffs ready officer

because it is your mission to stop that guy 

the more restraints the better

put five harnesses on him i don’t care as long as it contains him

and once that’s done

taemin likes to be stimulated and teased with you running silk fabric all over his body

he also enjoys you creating artistic pin-up-esque photography of him

with sultry eyes and puckered lips

and no worries. taemin will put his plump lips to good use elsewhere, too. all. over. the. place. servicing his dominant is an honor.

and those moans will be like a melody.

the literal only weak spot he has

is to kiss and tell. taemin gets carried away in conversation and feels pride when the topic switches to you. so... if you lick his earlobe and call him your slave, jongin knows the very next day and finds it very entertaining. 

taemin won’t deliberately spill the beans in a group chat but one-on-one with a close friend? he’s too excited not to talk about your chemistry and lets some juicy details slip if he can’t control himself.

taemin requires a dom/me who’s definitely not insecure and wants others to know who’s boss.

on the flipside, if you enjoy voyeurism? he is your man. it’s a matter of perspective entirely.

so to speak — even his weakness is a strength.

that’s all you need to understand about him

in sum: you got yourself quite an ace 

taem will press your number and you’ll have no sorrow in the world.

we truly are blessed by his existence

peace out

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[et-lesailes]

giving in // part two

PART ONE

pairing: doctor!steve x nurse!reader

word count: 1490

summary: you and steve are dating and your relationship is everything you could have ever asked for. however, you get into a semi serious car accident one night, and steve is worried sick about you.

warnings: car accident tw

themes: light angst but fluff at the end :)

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note: requested by @dawnstonoons // for now, this will probably be the final part to this series unless i get a specific request for a part 3, but i hope you guys enjoy! also shoutout to @thewritingdoll for the graphic!

You had been on the way to the hospital in the first place when it had happened.

Steve was working a graveyard shift and you, the great girlfriend that you were, had been planning on bringing him a midnight snack from his favorite burger joint- most likely his favorite because of its late night hours that accommodated his schedule. He had gotten a new position at the hospital, and while it was a lot of work and late nights, you were still proud of him. If anything, it was for the best that you weren't the nurse working for him while being his girlfriend, and so you did not mind being distanced at work either. God knows how distracted you would be if you were seeing him every second of the day, anyways. Besides, he made up for his busy schedule as much as he could when he had days off, giving you all of his attention and showering you with love.

You had been on the way to the hospital with a burger, but now you were on the way in an ambulance. 

While driving through the intersection on a green light, a driver who very clearly had a red light had decided to proceed anyways, succeeding in slamming into the left back door of your car. Thankfully it wasn't your door itself, but the impact was enough to send your car spinning, eventually crashing into a nearby light post and proceeding to knock you out as your head lurched forward, hitting the wheel. It was up to the paramedics now; you were out cold, just like Steve's burger was getting as it had been tossed around to the floor of the passenger seat of your totaled car. 

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Steve was exiting a patient room when he saw the team rush in with a figure on a gurney, the normal commands being barked left and right to get her into a room and in stable condition. He immediately started following out of habit, ready to help his team-- however, his eyes instantly widened when he saw your face. "What the hell happened?!" he instantly demanded as he looked up at the others, eyebrows furrowed deeply and features laced with desperate concern. The car accident was explained to him briefly, considering they were more focused on tending to you, and he listened as he rushed along with them, hand instinctively reaching to hold yours tightly. "Fuck. Shit." He cursed under his breath, biting his lip harshly as he looked down at your unconscious frame. Entering the room with everyone else, he immediately grabbed a pair of gloves, starting to put them on. "We need to stop the bleeding now, she's already-"

"Dr. Rogers," one of the doctors cut him off, biting her lip apologetically. "Dr. Barnes is on his way to lead this operation-- we don't believe it's wise to have you be in the room at all for this.... you're too close with the patient, you may be too distraught to focus." The blond immediately stopped in his tracks, looking to her defensively about to protest-- though deep down, he knew she was right. He would make the same decision if he was in her place. He sighed frustrated, taking his gloves off and coming to your side one more time, squeezing your hand. "I promise you're going to be alright, doll," he muttered softly, leaning down and kissing your forehead. "I'll see you soon. So soon. Be strong for me." Taking a deep breath, he stepped back, nodding to the team leaving his trust in their hands as much as he could before turning around and exiting through the double doors. 

_______

Waking up was confusing as hell. All you had remembered was the impact of the crash, and then everything was completely black. However, you had no time to even attempt to jog your memory considering the second you woke up, Steve was jumping to his feet from the chair beside your bed. 

"Baby. Are you alright? Shit, I was so worried." He took your hand and looked at you sadly with worry, eyes focused on yours. "Do you remember anything?" You held his hand lightly, not feeling completely strong enough to even give it a good squeeze; you felt groggy and your brain didn't even feel like your own. Looking up at him, you squinted slightly as if unable to recognize him. "Steeeeeve? Is that you?" you slurred, and he blinked before barely chuckling, though he still looked nervous. "Yeah, baby. I see the morphine worked a little too well. Y/N, are you okay?" he repeated his question and you started to open your eyes more, looking up into his pacific ones. You were silent for a few moments before a giggle suddenly broke out, your fingers properly intertwining with his now. "You're the cutest, baby," you told him with a confident nod, a somewhat mushy smile on your face. "The most handsome baby there ever is. And you're alllll miiiine." You studied his eyes closer, adding, "Did you know your eyes are really blue? Like, really blue. They're so pretty." You giggled again as you reached up to poke his nose and he blinked before laughing, a bit of worry fading away from his face. "Mm, alright, I think you're okay." He confirmed fondly, leaning down and kissing your forehead. "Thank you, sweetheart. I'm glad you think my eyes are pretty."

"All of you is pretty!" you suddenly insisted as if trying to convince him of this, grabbing his arm and pulling him down. "And I'm so, so lucky that the prettiest boy in the entire universe is my boyfriend." You then narrowed your eyes so fast, he practically almost widened his own from being so thrown off. "You're only MY boyfriend, right?? There's no OTHER nurse out there... is there?" He blinked and then laughed again, shaking his head as he slowly sat down in his chair again, though still holding your hand. "No, sweetheart. You're the only sexy nurse in my life, don't worry." You almost instantly laughed cutely upon hearing this, serious expression completely wiped off your face, lifting his hand up to play with his fingers. "Good. Because then I'd have to do some real NOT pretty stuff to her. Because you're miiiine, and I'm yoooours!" you (poorly) sang the last part to the tune of the Jason Mraz song, and he couldn't help but grin widely, leaning in to give your cheek a loving peck. "Mmm you're so adorable, lovebug. And you know, I'd really like to see you fight someone over me, now that would be hot." He added jokingly, and you giggled again. "I don't actually know how to fight though...." you admitted, your smile suddenly fading as if this was a huge problem. "Maybe me and her could have a bake off over you or something..."

He couldn't help but laugh loudly at that, scooting his chair closer to your side. "As long as I'm the judge, I have absolutely no problem with that cutie pie. But, hey, listen to me for a sec." His expression became a little more serious as he rubbed your knuckles lightly with his fingers, tilting his head. "I was so scared tonight. I-I don't know what I would have done if I lost you. And it made me realize there's so much we haven't done yet, so much I haven't been able to tell you." You looked at him just as seriously, your brain somewhat registering that this was a much deeper topic than competitively preparing pastries, remaining quiet as he continued. "I've never met someone as special as you before. It was never just about physical attraction with you, even if we had sex before we actually started dating. You know that, right?" You nodded your head slowly, looking up at him with somewhat round eyes. He smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead, murmuring, "You're so damn precious to me. I love you, and I never, ever want to lose you. I'd be a fucking mess, baby doll." He pulled back to look down into your eyes, adding softly, "I just wanted you to know all of this. I want you to know how much you mean to me." 

You gazed up into his eyes, the drugs still hazing your tired mind, your subconscious wishing this had been recorded. Oh well, he could repeat this tomorrow. Nodding your head, you simply replied sleepily, "Yep. I'm special edition, baby." 

With that, your eyes were closing again, slipping soundly into dreamland. He looked down at you somewhat baffled for a few moments, his lips in a perfect 'o' as he slowly leaned back in his chair with an incredulous scoff. "Okay," he mumbled in amusement, "maybe that was on me for trying to be sentimental when you're drugged up, but come on doll." Still, he couldn't help but laugh, lifting your hand to his lips and kissing it gently. "Goodnight, sweet girl. I love you so much."

[holylulusworld]

Lead on – Part 8 - Strike One to Ten

Request: I had this idea of reader going to Stanford and liking Sam and he kinda leads her on knowingly but goes for Jessica and then years later Sam and Dean meet her like killing a vampire nest by herself with a samurai sword made with vampire blood and she looks so badass with an awesome tomb raider kinda get up and then she’s Crowley’s daughter with an angel and lucifer’s granddaughter so half angel/half demon

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Jody Mills, unnamed demons

Warnings: angst, half angel-half demon reader, pissed Crowley, arguments, possessive Sam, light smut, fluff, unprotected sex

A/N: I used the spell Rowena used in the show but changed the effect it has. 😉

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“Daddy, daddy…daddy…” You chuckle circling your father, your Katana in your hand. He tried to attack Jody to make you obey, but this time the Winchesters and you were way faster, due to the fact you used your wings instead of Dean’s beloved car.

“Dude, never again…” Dean groans. “You are flying way to fast…”

“I’m an excellent flyer!” You retort pointing a finger at Dean who is holding his stomach, shaking his head furiously. “No, you’re not. Castiel was way more…careful…”

“You want careful, Deano? The man wearing the Mark of Cain and driving a death trap without airbag is lecturing me about safety…” Grinning you blow Dean a kiss before you slide your sword over your fathers’ cheek, cutting deep into his flesh.

“Can we get back to business, daughter? I want you to come back or I’ll kill all your friends.” Crowley warns unimpressed by your sword or Sam’s boring looks.

“Daddy, you don’t get it. I want to stay at the bunker. I want to be a hunter, that’s what I’m good at and I want to be with Sam.” You mutter wielding your sword in front of your father’s face.

“That’s impossible! The daughter of the king of hell can’t be a hunter, Y/N. Follow my orders!” Crowley is glaring at Sam, ready to attack the tall hunter but you push him away, snapping your fingers to keep your father in place.

“I have to show you my powers in that case.” The demons holding Jody and one of the girls in a tight grip start smirking as Crowley nods, but you snap your fingers once again and they turn into dust.

“No! Not again. Do you always have to kill my best men?” Your father groans. He’s not amused at all, fighting against the invisible restraints holding him.

“Daddy, I don’t want to kill you, but you have to stop going after my friends. I’m happy and I don’t want to come to hell. Let me shine, let me be the way I am for once. Sam makes me feel good…happy. I want to be close to him.” You whisper releasing your father. “Please don’t force me to kill you, dad. I’m still mad at you but in the end, you are my father. For once, act like one…”

“Y/N…” Crowley’s eyes dart between you and Sam who is moving in front of you, ready to defend you against anyone, even against the king of hell.

“She’s my only daughter, Winchester. If anything happens to her if you hurt her again both of you will die. I’ll drag you down to hell and make your life … well hell.” Crowley states and you squeal pecking his cheek.

“Awesome, daddy. Now go back home and maybe I’ll visit you soon.” Your lips curved into a dirty grin you jump into Sam’s arms, biting his neck playfully. “I guess this means I can have you anytime, Samuel…”

“Sam…it’s Sam…” The tall hunter groans and you chuckle into his neck, biting his neck harder to the point of pain. “Brat, stop biting me.”

“Make me, Samuel…” Dean shakes his head, scrunching up his nose as you start grinding against Sam once again. “Or you could just spank my cute ass and give it to me good.”

“Hmm…later. Do you want to let Crowley get away with his threats or shall I end him?” Sam whispers into your ear and your core aches. “You would kill for me, Sam?”

“I would to anything for you, Y/N. Your decision…” His hazel eyes search your face as you kiss the corner of his mouth, humming against his skin. “Let him go. This is daddy’s last chance; he won’t get another.”

“You heard your daughter, leave and stop acting like the selfish bastard you are. For once, act like a father and stop forcing your daughter into something she doesn’t want to do.”

After your father disappeared you give Sam a cracked smile, knowing Crowley will never change, not for you. “Let’s get rid of this ugly Mark now, Sam. I want Dean to be free of the little devil.”

“I got a little devil too, but I like her,” Sam smirks waiting for your reaction but you just look at him for a while. You didn’t recognize it so far, but Sam became a man. The boyish young guy is gone and got replaced by a man with scars and wounds that never healed. “Something wrong, Y/N?”

“No, just checked your ugly face. Not bad for an old man…” You tease gently cupping his cheek with one hand, stroking the skin with your thumb. “I’m sorry for what gramps did to you, Sam.”

“Don’t go all soft on me now, my little brat.” Sam smiles letting you capture his lips in a soft kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck as you press your body against Sam. “Not bad either. We should get going, Sam…”

“Yeah…little devil needs to go to bed earlier tonight,” Sam whispers between kisses. 

Nipping along his jawline you feel his heart beating faster and his mind cloud with images of you naked underneath him as he makes love to you, not just rails into you.

“You little sap, Samuel. Maybe I have to rethink my decision to keep you as my sex slave.” You chuckle.

“You’re mine, brat.”

“You kept on telling so…let’s see if you can keep up with me, Winchester…”

----

“This might hurt a little.” You tease preparing the spell to free Dean of the Mark. “This spell will send the Mark to its origin. It was created to keep the ‘Darkness’ at bay. Means God’s dark little twin.”

“Wait…uh…god has a sister?” Dean cocks a brow as you nod thoughtfully.

“Yeah. It was only them back then. Before anything else existed. The big shiny guy created the world, humans and all. His sister got jealous, wanted to destroy his new ‘toys’. He locked her away with Luci’s help. Gramps got the burden to carry the Mark and it changed him.” Dean nods lost in thoughts.

“You mean Lucifer became evil due to the Mark of Cain?” Sam asks glancing at his big brother. Remembering how he acted as a demon.

“Got no clue if gramps was an asshole all the time, but the Mark of Cain didn’t help, I guess. Now let’s do this and later I want to ride you hard, Samuel…”

“That’s not a spell from the Book of Damned.” Sam’s eyes meet yours and you sigh, nodding.

“If we use the spell from that book we might free ‘the Darkness’, ‘k. We don’t want risk this shit to happen so we ‘give’ the Mark back to Luci…” Smirking you grab Dean’s shirt locking eyes with the tall hunter. “No more playing with dangerous things, big boy.”

“Promised.”

“Good, now I need the ingredients I prepared over there and your blood, Sam.” You explain and Sam cocks a brow. “Why?”

“Don’t act all shy now. I saw your cock, ass and everything in between, give me your blood.” Rolling your eyes, you cut Sam’s finger when he’s not looking.

He’s cursing, giving you a hard look. “Tell me about the blood and this spell, now!” Sam orders and you lick your lips. “Fuck, I love your dominant voice, Sam. Now let me finish this and we can fuck…”

“Guys, not right now.” Dean groans but you ignore his outburst, simply mixing the ingredients.

“Y/N…?”

“Fine, I have to sacrifice a part of the person I love, satisfied, Winchester. I could’ve cut your hair or something, but I thought blood is way more effective…sexier.” Muttering you check the spell once again, ignoring the smile all over Sam’s face.

“Love…huh?”

“Don’t annoy me right now. I have to concentrate to get this right…” You hate the smile on his face or the way he leans closer to place a soft kiss to your hair. “Winchester, last warning…”

“Go ahead, princess.” Sam whispers and your core aches. “Not now…”

----

Ab manu Dei! 

Ab manu hominis! 

Ab cruore cordis mei ad fusuro in aeternum! 

Tolle maledictionem tuam, ab hoc viro! 

Ending the spell Rowena translated you watch the Mark glowing before it disappears. A smile crosses Dean’s face feeling the darkness fade.

“I feel…like myself again.” He says hugging you tightly only to earn himself a glare from Sam. He doesn’t like seeing his brother touching you a bit.

“Dude. Calm your Alpha instinct down. Hell, you make me all wet when you act like a caveman, Samuel. Go to your room and get naked. I’ll conquer your cock in a minute or three hours.” You chuckle and Sam relaxes, not stopping to watch his brother, tho.

----

Your eyes darken seeing candles lit all over Sam’s room. Smooth music is playing and rose petals lie on the bed.

“Dude, did you watch too many rom-com movies?” Grinning you start stripping your clothes off. “Going to fuck you so hard, Sammy.”

“I want this to be special, not just fucking, Y/N. I want to feel you and want you to feel me…” Sam says, and you roll your eyes but your heart flutters.

“Strike one to ten for being a love-sick puppy. Now let’s see how I can cure you from being all cutie pie. Want to devour your sexy body right now.” Lower lip trapped between your teeth you crawl toward Sam, dragging the blanket off his naked body. “Hmm…hard for me as always…knew you can’t get enough of me…”

----

 “She made it?” Castiel asks. “Without side-effects?”

 “So far…none. Y/N mentioned the Mark will return to its origin. I hope nothing happens, Cas. Luck was barely on our side over the last years.”

----

Sam’s body is draped over yours like a warm blanket. He’s a completely different lover tonight. There’s no rush, no roughness only the feeling of Sam holding you tightly and the slow strokes of his cock.

You wanted to flip him over and ride him hard but his eyes, his goddamn hazel eyes kept you from doing so. Now you wrap your legs around him, grabbing his biceps to meet his agonizedly slow thrusts.

“I love you, Y/N.” Sam moans into your neck, leisurely rocking into you. You remain silent for a moment, just letting his words sink in. “Y/N?”

“For fuck's sake, I love you too, asshole now shut up and let me enjoy this rom-com sickness.” You curse moving your hands to his back to press his firm chest closer to your breast, causing Sam to shudder on top of you.

His lips nip at your neck, sucking another mark into your skin as he feels your walls tighten around him. “You like it, all the rom-com sickness…” Sam whispers and you paw at his back, cursing his name when he fills you with his spending’s.

----

“Will you stay with me and show me your deep love?” Sam chuckles as you snuggle into his chest. 

“Dude don’t think I will not slap your ass. Now shut up and let me sleep, asshole…”

“Brat…”

“Pervert…”

“I love you ...”

“Same...”

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[ill-skillsgard]

Patterns in the Ivy, Part 1 - Bill Skarsgård

Title: Patterns in the Ivy

Description: A continuation of Smoke & Money. Ghosts from the not-so-distant past come back to threaten her. She must choose between a lavish life of servitude or have everything she ever loved stripped away.

Warning: 18+ smut/swearing/mentions of drugs/kink & fetish themes

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

I never thought that my life would turn out this way. One day I was on my own, living in a crappy apartment with nobody but myself to worry about and before I knew it, that had all changed. I had her now. My beautiful daughter. She was almost four years old already. I was constantly baffled by the amount of time it took for me to become the person I was meant to be; a mother to a child.

She was the most incredible human being that I had ever met. Every single day she got smarter and with each of those days, it became easier and easier to talk to her. When I had her, I named her Ivany. She was a sweet little baby with brown hair and big soul-searching eyes. I loved her immediately. All the world melted away. All my problems had been solved by the birth of just one perfect human being.

Nothing in my past meant a thing after she came around. I left my former self behind in favor of her. She made all the bad whispers go away. She warded off my loneliness and filled the silence. She occupied my ever-racing mind so that I could just feel calm when I hadn't ever known the definition of calmness. Ivany was my last strand of hope, the only one that couldn't break.

I did everything that I could to make our life together a good one. I found us a townhouse to live in and I found myself steady jobs to support us. Before Ivany, I never knew a life of selflessness. I didn't know what it was like to love another person unconditionally and I wouldn't have had it any other way. Our life together was fun and exciting with zero complications and that was the way I wanted it. But of course, life had its way of ripping apart everything I loved like a rabid dog, tearing at the seams with seemingly no effort at all. Just when I thought I had finally let my roots grow.

It all began on a day that I decided to take Ivany to the park after school.

I was sat on a bench with a book in hand, unable to really take in the words as I was too busy looking up every twenty seconds to check up on her. Sick of reading the same sentence over and over, I put the book in my purse. I preferred to watch her anyway. There were a few other children and parents around and more coming in. Off in the distance, I saw an older man with a young boy approaching and older kids walking in from school.

"Watch me, Mommy!" I heard Ivany call from the swing she had claimed as her own.

"I can see you, Ivy!" I called to her.

After a little while, the park started to get crowded. I stood up from the bench and circled around, following Ivany wherever she went. To say I was overprotective would be a grand understatement.

"Is that one yours?" A male voice from behind me asked.

I turned around to see who it was speaking to me. It was the older man I had spotted earlier with the young boy. I feigned a smile. "Yeah, she is."

"She's a real cutie pie, huh? That one's going to be a heart-breaker someday."

I laughed uneasily. "I'll teach her to break fingers before hearts."

"She looks like you, too."

I always had doubts whenever somebody told me that Ivany looked like me. I had dark hair, almost black in certain light and hazel eyes. My facial features were softer, my nose more rounded. The peaks of my top lip came up to sharp points whereas her's were fuller. Her eyes were pools of dreary green that when I looked into, I could see visions of my forgotten past. Ivany didn't look much like me at all.

"Thanks," I said to him anyway.

Suddenly, I heard a shriek and my attention perked immediately. The sounds of my daughter crying sent me running towards where she was standing next to the swing set.

"Ivany!" I called.

The boy that had come with the man was standing beside her, little fists clenched at his sides and my daughter was crunched into a ball, holding her head and crying.

"What's wrong honey? What happened?" I asked her, kneeling down to look at her face.

"That boy hurt me!"

I moved her hand from where she had been clutching at her hair and saw that her pink barrette was askew and it looked like some of her hair had been ripped out. The more my daughter cried the angrier I got. The boy stood there watching, stone-faced and unmoved by her tears. I stood up as the man approached.

"Hey buddy, your kid just ripped out a chunk of my daughter's hair!"

"Kevin, that is not very nice! You apologize to the little girl this instant!" The man said.

The little boy turned towards us despondently and mumbled a half-ass, "sorry."

I lifted Ivany up, shot the both of them a glare and marched off with her in my arms, purse swinging from my wrist. Once we were far enough away I brushed my hand through her hair and rocked her a little bit.

"Are you okay to walk to the car, Ivy?"

"Yes, mom."

I set her down on the ground and looked at her red, puffy, crying face with sympathy. Unclipping her barrette, I smoothed out her hair and clicked my tongue in contempt.

"It's going to be okay, honey. Let's go get something to eat and then we'll go home and watch a movie."

I took Ivany home and got her settled down, fed and set her up in the living room with a blanket and her favourite movie. My girlfriend from next door was going to make her way over so that I could get ready for work.

Every two weeks I had to work late nights at my job and I had nobody else to watch Ivany. I had become very close to my next door neighbor, a petite ray of sunshine by the name of Kiki who had come to live in the States from Korea when she was just a girl. She and I got along well and Ivany loved her so we naturally became a little unit. I would look after her cats and she would look after my kid. It worked out well for both of us.

"Mommy, do you have to work?" Ivany asked me as I fluttered around looking for my misplaced items.

"Yes sweetie but Kiki is going to be here with you and you guys can watch TV together."

"I don't want you to go."

I stopped what I was doing and gazed at my daughter sitting up on the sofa. The look in her eyes made my heart sink into my stomach. I didn't want to leave for the night either. I had no choice when it came to working late nights. It was the only thing keeping me on top of my bills and rent.

"I'm sorry Ivy. I'll be here in the morning so don't you worry, okay? Work is just something adults have to do so you just worry about kid stuff like what kind of ice cream you want to have later and I'll take care of grown-up business. Deal?"

A smile on her face, she nodded at me. As long as she was happy and smiling, working a night job didn't seem too bad. Even if it was a gig as hostess of a strip club.

It wasn't ideal and I didn't love the idea of being around handsy drunk men but I got paid well for what I did. I was like a top-shelf shooter girl that still got tips but didn't have to take my top off and swing around a pole. Truth be told, it was a little reminiscent of my old job, only I didn't have to suck any dicks and nobody was actually allowed to touch me. I just had to kiss ass and serve drinks to bachelor parties and horny businessmen. I received the odd slap on the ass or 'accidental' tit grab but that was nothing compared to what I used to endure for money.

I didn't plan on being a glorified cocktail waitress for long. Just long enough to save for a down payment on a real house in a nice neighborhood near a good school.

Kiki arrived just in time for me to leave so I didn't have a lot of time for chatting. I gave Ivany a kiss, grabbed my purse and took one last look in the mirror to make sure I looked strip-club presentable. I never wore my uniform around Ivany. I kept it in my purse to change into when I arrived at work. It wasn't the raciest of outfits but it required me to wear a garter belt and stockings underneath a tight pair of high-waisted booty shorts, something I didn't need her to see me in. The last thing I wanted was for my four-year-old daughter to see me all sexed up for the job that I left for at night.

It was 7 PM when I arrived at work, an hour we called 'the graveyard' because we only had a few regular patrons at the bar and the dancers had yet to come out. It wasn't until later that we drew the curtains and turned up the music.

The club I worked at was upscale and recently renovated with a brand new stage, beautiful lighting, and a state-of-the-art sound system. The types of shows we put on were a little more tasteful than the average strip joint. Some of the girls put on spectacular performances, embracing the entertainment side of stripping and burlesque with lavish stage props and expertly choreographed routines. I had made friends with the owner as a cleaner but was quickly offered a job bartending. After I got good at that, I was promoted to head hostess when the last girl got caught running game in the VIP area- offering sexual favors for extra money on the side.

As I was preparing the bar for what was promising to be a very busy Friday night, my boss, the club owner, approached me with outstretched arms and a smile.

"My favourite Miss J. I have a special super-duper opportunity for you tonight madam and you are the ONLY lady on this planet for the job!"

"Oh my God, please don't ask me to clean the bathrooms again, I thought that's what the cleaning girl got hired for."

"Oh no, no, no," he clicked his tongue at me. "Somebody has requested your service in the VIP for tonight."

"What? Somebody specifically asked for me?"

"That's right," he sang. "And I know you're going to work that sweet, sweet magic and make Louie and yourself a lot of money."

"Is it a bachelor party?" I sighed.

Large groups of drunk men were not my favourite patrons to serve because at least one of them always mistook the waitresses for strippers and got warned or thrown out by security. It got old trying to explain the no-touching policy to someone who had chugged their weight in beer in the name of love.

"It's not a big party but they did rent the entire VIP lounge. Big money. Big, big money." Louie wagged his eyebrows at me.

"Oh no... Do I have to suck a cock or something? Is that what you're getting at?"

Louie laughed and guided me by the shoulders away from the bar area and towards the back room for a little more privacy.

"You don't have to do anything weird. I already explained that you are not one of the performers. They simply requested your services and yours alone..."

"I feel like there's something you're not telling me, Louie. What is it?"

Louie held his hands up in mock-prayer. "You know I would never ask but this is a very rich customer and if a blowjob means you and I can afford steak for dinner every night for the next couple of months... Would you be totally opposed?"

"Ew, Louie!" I hit him weakly. "You know I don't eat that shit."

"Eat the steak for me, honey! For us! I mean, I have my own price and I know you do too. Everybody does! Just... Give him the best damn service you can possibly provide, you hear? Don't do anything you're not comfortable with. Maybe take a shot or two. Who knows!"

I continued to whack him playfully, the saucy fuck. "I will serve the shit out of our prestigious guest but I am NOT sucking any cocks. I am above that."

"I'm putting Serge on the VIP with you so if you get uncomfortable you'll have him, 'kay? Now be good and smile. Stick your boobs out a bit more. You're starting at nine up there after its cleaned from top to fucking bottom."

"Wait!" I caught Louie before he flitted off to be meticulous somewhere else. "Just how much money does this guy have?"

Louie's eyes widened. "Honey, you don't want to know. He paid in cash. I would have shut down this entire place for the amount he was willing to splash. Let's just say I didn't bat an eye and neither should you."

I was extremely curious to know what kind of person needed an entire floor to themselves. Maybe it was a celebrity or a professional athlete. I had heard of the place shutting down for famous football players or millionaire actors before. I hoped it was somebody that I knew.

The club was alive with music by nine o'clock and I was getting ready to enter the biggest VIP room we had with a bottle of champagne that cost more than my monthly car payments and two glass flutes. Serge, the head of security, stood between the door and the top of the staircase to make sure nobody came up and there was another huge guy posted right outside the door that I had never seen before. I leaned over to Serge and whispered, "is he one of ours?"

"Nah. Client's guard I guess. Some important guy in there."

"Just a guy?" I asked, my intrigue growing.

I wondered what the second glass was for then if there was only one person in the room.

"One guy, one guard. You let me know if you have any trouble."

"Oh, Serge." I swooned at the hulking head of security. "I feel so safe when you're around."

That safety soon faded as I was allowed into the room and saw who our high-profile customer was. I nearly choked on my own tongue. I felt my toes go numb in my heels and my hands started to shake.

"Hello, Miss J."

I suddenly felt like my stomach was about to erupt. Nausea filled me to the brim and I had to close my eyes to try to stay balanced. Once I was convinced I wouldn't fall over, I opened my eyes and saw a man sitting at the table that I never expected to see again in my life.

"Bill? What the fuck are you doing here?"

"That's how you're going to greet your patron? I was told you were the best service in town."

If I wasn't so afraid to move I would have dropped the tray I was holding along with the glasses and the bottle of champagne.

"What is going on? How did you... How did you find me?" I asked, looking behind me at the closed door, wondering if I should make a run for it.

Bill leaned back in his seat, stretching out his long legs so he could cross one over the other. I gulped as I took him in, designer shoes to his tailored suit and his fucking face. He looked so much more mature than I remembered him. He had a few more lines around his eyes and his cherub-like features had sharpened up a bit more. He still had that same painful glower, the one I could feel making my skin burn from across a room. Five years ago I had been so terrified of him and now was even worse. This older version of him looked even more threatening than when we had first met.

"Bring me a drink, please." He ignored my question.

"How...? How did you find me?"

Bill only stared at me with those huge, unforgiving eyes. He beckoned me forth with his hand and I hesitated, rooted to the floor in my heels. I only approached once his impatience became noticeable on his face.

Each step I took towards him made my insides twist more tightly. I set down the tray and placed a glass in front of him, trying to ignore the way his eyes followed like rolling marbles in a stone statue. I was now too aware of the cleavage that my top showed and the shortness of my bottoms. I started to sweat from my forehead and armpits.

"And one for you too." He said after accepting the glass stem between his thumb and index finger.

"No thanks."

"J... Pour a glass for yourself and sit down."

"I would really rather not."

"Hm." He mused, setting the glass down on the table after drinking down over half of its contents. "I don't think the owner of this establishment would be happy to hear you're refusing me service."

"I served you. Are we done here?"

"Far from it. Sit. Please. Don't make me ask you again. I just want to discuss something with you."

I sighed dramatically and plopped down on the chair furthest from him. I still couldn't believe that he was there, staring at me and demanding my audience. I wanted to leave and tell Louie too bad, that I was refusing to serve him as he was a danger to me but at the same time I couldn't believe I was in the same room as him again. It felt like the worst case of deja vu I had ever had. A ghost from my past had materialized out of nowhere to terrorize me and there was hardly a thing I could about it.

"What would you like to discuss so badly that you had to rent an entire fucking floor to lure me into?"

Bill smirked. "I'd like to discuss our daughter."

My breath stopped and I felt my face go white. I couldn't speak for a moment.

"I... I beg your fucking pardon?"

"You heard me, J." He said as he took another sip of champagne.

"No, no... I must have heard you wrong because you said something that makes absolutely no sense at all."

"Drop the act already. I know she's mine. I know you know she's mine."

I wanted to wind back and hit him but I was afraid he might call in his bodyguard and then Serge would come in too and the whole room would just explode. I'd probably lose my job and that was something I couldn't risk. If it were me from before I ever met Bill, I would have hit him. I couldn't now but fuck did I want to. I wanted to slap that smug look off his face and I think he could tell I was contemplating it too.

"How. Fucking. DARE you presume MY daughter belongs to anyone besides ME! She is not yours! You have no fucking idea what you're talking about!"

"I know that Ivany is mine."

I turned away from him to try to compose myself. I knew I was about to lose my temper in a very bad way.

"How fucking long have you been following us for?"

"Long enough. You certainly didn't try very hard to cover your tracks after a while."

"I have no tracks to cover! I'm living my own fucking life! I shouldn't have to be looking over my shoulder for your spies! This is harassment! I'll take you to court for stalking me."

"And I'll take you to court for custody of our child." He said frankly.

"Ivany is NOT yours!"

"From what I've seen, she looks just like me and the timeline certainly seems to coincide with me having fathered that child. Deny it all you want but I know that she's my daughter and I've known for a long time."

"Then why now? Huh? If you think she's yours, which she is not, why did you wait so long to snake out of the fucking shadows you sick, arrogant prick?"

"I needed to be one hundred percent certain. Who knows who could have impregnated you at the time. You certainly knew how to make your rounds back then. I'm so glad to see you have upgraded to this dignified position."

I stood up to leave but not before hissing, "I'd fucking spit at you but I know that'd get you hard so... Fuck you! Goodbye. Don't follow me or I'll call the police. You're not the only one with bodyguards now."

Before I crossed the room to the door Bill cleared his throat. "If you leave this room I will have your job and I'll make sure the court knows about your profession when they ask me why you're unfit to have custody of our child. So I suggest you sit down."

Tears welled up in my eyes instantly. I clutched at my heart, unable to process the situation before me. Fuck. This was what I was always afraid of happening; the day my past reared its hideous head to condemn me for my poor choices.

"I don't do that anymore and I haven't since I left. Fuck you. Honestly... Fuck you. I have tried so fucking hard to recover from the wreckage and here you are after all these years trying to tell me what's what. Who the fuck do you think you are, Bill?"

"There are things we need to discuss so if you please, come back to the table and sit down with me." He ignored my lamentations again.

Defeated, I went back to sit down across from him. I crossed my arms over my chest and sat there scowling at him, hating him, wishing he would drop dead, wanting to bash his pretty face into the table or something.

"Thank you," he started. "Please, have a drink with me."

Rolling my eyes, I poured myself a small glass of champagne and sipped it meekly as I waited for him to say what he wanted to say to me. I watched when he pulled a pack of cigarettes and a chrome-plated lighter from his jacket pocket. He lit one and put his lighter away. I scowled at him even harder.

"I want you to come back with me. You and Ivany. I want you both to come back to the West Coast with me."

"No," I stated simply.

"She will have everything a child could ever need. The best schools, the best care available. She will have rooms to herself. She can take music lessons, dancing lessons... Whatever. Anything she wants she will have."

"We already have everything we need. I got her into a good school."

"A public school is not where a Skarsgård should be attending."

"Well, I'm sorry but you don't have any say when it comes to MY daughter. We are staying here. We have everything we need right here." I explained, drinking down the rest of the champagne before pouring myself another much-needed glass.

"So you think this little job of yours as a cocktail waitress is going to get you further than you are right now?" Bill asked.

I pressed my teeth together hard and balled my fists, doing everything I could not to lash out and flip the table. He had this miraculous way of crushing someone beneath the sole of his designer shoe without even blinking.

"This job pays me well as I'm sure you have probably fucking noticed seeing as you flushed a shit-load of money down the toilet just to be sitting here. You think I don't make good enough money? Is that what you're really worried about? Because you didn't seem to care that much the night you e-mailed a hooker to come to do your laundry."

I tried to bring him down the way he had shot me down but Bill seemed undaunted by my venomous words. He simply sipped away at his champagne and puffed his cigarette, rarely taking his eyes off of me.

"Well look at you now, serving drinks instead of pussy. You certainly have come a long way." He pointed out, tapping the ash from his cigarette onto the serving tray.

"Bill..." I said, exhausted already by the exchange. "Why the fuck do you want us to come back with you? What purpose does it really serve you?"

He crushed out the cigarette and leaned forward as if he were going to tell me a secret. I watched him bite down on his bottom lip, taking his eyes off of me for just a moment before he relaxed back into his seat.

"I just want what's mine," He told me. "Don't you miss being mine?"

I shuddered almost violently. That nauseous feeling returned to my stomach and I felt a new wave of sweat break over my skin. A lump so hard and ruthless formed in my throat that I literally choked on my words when I tried to speak.

"This isn't fair. You can't just come out of nowhere and uproot me because you want to."

"I want you and our daughter to come live with me. Why is that wrong? I've spent so much time looking for you."

I shook my head, incapable of processing all that was happening. I couldn't believe I was sitting across a table from Bill Skarsgård, the man who had caused me to flee my past life. The turning point of myself as a person. The reason why I had dropped everything and ran.

Those big, nebulous eyes raked over me and set my heart to hammering. I could not believe I was staring at his face again. I could not believe the way he licked his lips and kept his gaze on me. I could not believe how stunning he looked in his designer suit with his longer hair and his thinner face. His cheekbones were sharp enough to light a match off of. He looked tired but refined. Five years had most definitely turned the rich boy into a wealthy man.

And I just felt the same. Looking at him, I felt exactly the same as I did when we had first met; nervous and put-off yet unable to tear my eyes from him.

"I suppose I really have no choice in this matter. If I refuse you, you'll just take me down in court anyway." I sighed.

"Worse. I will get joint custody of our daughter and I'll take her with me wherever I go. Hawaii, Mexico, Sweden... She will see the world and she will know a life full of opportunity. She will have all the things a little girl could possibly want. Then she will go home to you and she will see her Mother struggling to pay bills, disappearing at night to do God knows what. She will look at her things and she will pine for her horses, her new toys, her art studio, her beautiful bedroom. She won't want to stay with you after seeing what her Father can give to her."

Fat, hot tears rolled down my cheeks. I shook like a leaf in a storm and felt like one too. Tiny, insignificant and helpless. Bill was a monster no matter how beautiful he was. The inside of him was black as tar.

"The choice is up to you. Come home with me and live in happiness or refuse me and watch what happens. I'll give you a little while to think about it. Just know that I will not be far."

I looked up at him, mascara most certainly running down my cheeks, eyes blazing with hatred.

"Try to run and I will rain Hellfire down upon you," Bill warned.

Everything I wanted to say was flying around my head like birds rattled in a cage. There were so many things I wanted to spit at him but nothing would come out. He had me mercilessly beaten without ever having laid a finger on me.

"You can go now. Take some time to think about it all. I'll make sure to tell your boss of how professional you were with me." Bill said, changing the tone of his voice. "I'll see you very soon, J."

Without a word I stood up and left, closing the door behind me and shielding my face from Serge as I walked by but he caught me anyway.

"J, is everything alright?" Serge asked.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Serge. It's all good. Trust me. I'm fine. I have to go."

I grabbed my purse from the back and left the club without telling anybody. I got in my car and sped off to home. Kiki had fallen asleep on the couch but I didn't bother to wake her. I ascended the stairs and opened Ivany's bedroom door. More tears fell from my eyes as I climbed into bed next to her and pulled her body as close to me as possible. I pressed kisses into her hair, waking her slightly.

"Mommy?" Her little voice cracked.

"Sh, baby. It's okay. Go back to sleep."

[exquisite-yoongi]

EVERYTHING ABOUT TAEHYUNG

There is everything you should know or watch about Kim Taehyung. You’ll find facts, best of fancams, unforgettable quotes & legendary lyrics.

FACTS

• real name is Kim Taehyung

• born 30 December 1995

• from Daegu

• aka Tae Tae aka Blank Tae aka Alien V aka Gucci boy aka Snow Tae

• the eldest of three siblings

• loves kids and animals

• said he want 3 to 5 children in the future

• first time he dated someone he was 17 years old (X)

• attended a BigHit audition with a friend for moral support when a staff member noticed how attractive Tae Tae was and asked him to audition

• Tae said he couldn’t since he didn’t have parental permission

• so the staff member contacted his parents and convinced them to let him audition 

• thank god wherever you are in the world staff member we love you 

• was a hidden member of BTS

• so nobody knew about him outside BTS and BigHit before their official debut

• fans used to “miss” him at fan meetings (poor baby boy)

• Tae was very close to his grandmother and said he thought of her as another parent

• he was absolutely devastated when she passed away on the 3rd of September 2016 and talked about it at a concert (X) it was heartbreaking… please don’t watch it if you’re sensible ‘cause your gonna cry

• very close to Jimin, both are born the same year and they always say they want to stay best friends forever (vmin for the win) 

• friendship goal

• that one time they posted a video on Twitter where Jimin is holding Tae on a leash… i think everybody should know about this

• do weird stuff together 

• also very close to Jungkook 

• used to talk in alien language 

• memes god 

• has like 100 different handshakes with Jungkook (X)

• he’s also an actor

• his acting debut was a role in Hwarang

• also made a song for the drama with Jin, entitled Even If I Die, It’s You

• that time during MMA when he wasn’t aware that his song was nominated for an award and chocked on water when they called his name (X)

• has a « box »  smile (X)

• plays saxophone (X)

• that famous Bangtan Bomb where Taehyung and Jimin are dancing like idiots and annoying each and every members who are just trying to sleep (X)

• Gucci King ‘cause he only wears Gucci

• goofy and noisy member 

• kissed J-hope during a rookie king episode. yes. you read well. they kissed. no jokes.

• Yoongi admitted on Bon Voyage that him and Tae don’t have the same opinions and sometimes don’t agree on things together but they want their relationship to be stronger

• they’re so cute when they share moments together (Taegi)

• even tho he’s only vocalist, he can dance like a god

• can end your life with a simple glare 

• mispronounces every english words he can but not on purpose

• the reason we got to hear him says stuff like “b*tch”, “sex porn star” and “shitty” in the most innocent way instead of “beach”, “saxophonist” and “city”.

• laugh at himself for his bad pronunciation

• his father offered him a watch and since then he wears it at every important events

• he’s a part of the Beagle line along with J-hope and Jimin

• is the biggest fan of the rap line (X) (X)

• seriously this boy’s love for the Cyphers is so intense and real

• during a fan meeting a fan asked Yoongi if it was possible for Taehyung to be a part of Cypher pt. 5 and he responded “NO”… sorry Tae Tae (X)

• has a deep, low tone voice and it’s so sexy omg

• but also can sigh so high like wtf is this magic

• terrible at cooking

• that time during a concert when he jumped on Jungkook’s back and stayed there for half of the song (X) (this song was a total mess and I totally loved it)

• has a part in Boyz with Fun where he has to improvise a dance and all the members must copy him (X) (X) (X) (X) 

• the best choreographer ever 

• that time JK and V lip sync over a Linkin Park song (X)

• made a song with RM called 네시 4 O’clock and if you haven’t listened to it yet please hurry up ‘cause you’re missing on something big and beautiful

• his solo Stigma is going to make you melt

• has the special ability to go from dorky little cutie to holly damn sexy in 0.5 seconds

• when he danced over BBA SAE with Jungkook and Jimin in Chicago (X)

• loves classical music and art

• particularly Van Gogh’s art and try to recreate his work in his own style 

• did a cover of Someone Like You (by Adele) for his birthday in 2014

• loves Overwatch and often plays game with Jungkook

• says RM helps him a lot being more confident about his english 

• that time during a live performance the day of his birthday when he screamed “My Birthday!” during the song (X) and Namjoon screamed “Happy Birthday V!” at the beginning 

• when asked during a fanmeeting what was his 2017 goal he wrote “2017 Bangtan Year”, little did he knew he was right 

• that time he danced along with Jimin over jazz and it was ADORABLE (X)

• loves taking pictures

• use the name Vante when he posts pictures he took

• has a cute little dog called Yeontan (X) and brag about it ! (X)

• cares about his fashion style 

• wears pajamas as day clothes all the time. like really I’m wondering if he has more pajamas than actual real day clothes

• that one episode of Run BTS! where he couldn’t remember the tomato song right and was so pissed about it (X)

• had to wear a snow white outfit for the 2017 Gogo Dance Practice (Halloween ver.) because he lost at rock paper scissors 

IMPORTANT OR LEGENDARY FANCAMS

• DNA, (171101) 

• MIC Drop, KWF (170929) -> no freakin’ chill 

• I Need U, (170401)

• Blood, Sweat & Tears, MBC (170101) 

• Rainism, (161231) -> you really don’t know about that…?! what are you wanting for…?! 

• Sorry Sorry, DMC Fes (161008) -> you’re not prepared for such sassiness and sexiness + that look at the end! Gosh Tae spares us!!

• No More Dream, Epilogue in Beijing (160723) -> bye bye innocence 

• Perfect Man, MBC Special Stage (151231) -> Yoongi dancing at the beginning is already meaning of good quality fancam + good song + V oh boy oh boy + good luck for not being distracted by every other members also, it’s a true challenge gosh I love this fancam 

• Boyz With Fun, (150529) -> damn I love this song + the boy is having fun

• Tomorrow, The Red Bullet in Taipei (150308) -> the audio is bad but the visual is perfect so I guess it’s okay  

• Boy in Luv, SAF (141223) -> is having so much fun omg bless this cutie pie 

• Danger, (140823)

LEGENDARY LYRICS

• “You know it all, you’re my best friend” -Spring Day

• “Yo! naeireumeun V! Giseoneul jeaphaessji!” - Boyz With Fun

• “Are you calling me a sinner?” - Stigma 

UNFORGETTABLE QUOTES

• “You can’t just come into someone’s life, make them feel special, and then leave.” 

We purple you Taehyung.

OTHER MEMBERS : Jin / Yoongi / Hoseok / Namjoon / Jimin / Jungkook

[theculturalvacuum]

A Storm of Fan-Fic Asks Round-Up!

This is the last of the bunch that I’ve been hoarding. What we learned is that this story doesn’t have enough characters and that their relationships aren’t complex enough.

The next chapter is going to be a long one so, like, don’t hold your breath. (I promise it’ll be worth it?)

The Story: A Wedding in Sunspear

Anonymous said:

Lovin the tales you are spinnin My Lady, one little ask, why does Ormond never mention his mother when he asks about his sister and Clarion? Did she die? Run away to spouse island? Went home? Gone native and living with a paramour? Been fridged?

I mean, having one parent be mysteriously non-existent is kind of a Martin-esque tradition when it comes to Dorne… I don’t think she’s dead. Her name isn’t grey on the family tree. She may be like Senna on Project Voicebend, except she never asserts that she is also there?

I doubt Edgar pays her much attention, and the kids take their cues from him.

Anonymous said:

Wow, Daeron is a dick, but very realistic. Especially with all his privilege and probably no one ever telling him the truth. Even Jeremy probably still sugar coats things to him, given their situation and the massive difference in rank. Also for Daeron all the love matches around him he probably makes him think he deserves a bite of that pie too. Everyone else in his family broke engagements why shouldn't he. Maybe he didn't want to be left out of that club.

Daeron is, indeed, a dick.

Like, Jeremy deserves so much fucking better. Any decent thing Daeron has ever done was only because Jerry was there having a positive influence. What does he see in the spoiled dickhead?

Sorry, sometimes I forget that I made up this relationship dynamic and it makes me angry.

Anonymous said:

Are you sure you didn't get the lineages wrong with Deneza and Joleta. The one without the Martell Mama is the one who seems much more Martell (or at least the devotion of job and duty) and the one with the Martell Mama seems to embrace the Martell special status she gets from it but not take on any of the duty aspects.

Ha. Maybe that’s Joleta’s Gargalen side? I have no clue. They’re certainly more chill than Martells.

Deneza’s job is kind of a big deal. And this wedding is the biggest thing she done. Joleta is kind of being a jerk.

Anonymous said:

What's the coat of arms of House Laq? I'm guessing it's got light green on it somewhere, considering Kylie's family tree

Yes, it’s a light green field with a grey stone watchtower. Their words are “Our Ground Remains Firm”. Because, like, they live in a river valley in the middle of a desert that floods seasonally, like the Nile, so the literal ground isn’t so firm, by they are. Because they’re so steadfast and junk.

Yeah.

Anonymous said:

Well now I have to know more specifics So what fruits is Deneza into? Dates? Berries? Apples? Figs? Pomegranates? Apricots? Or is she a junk food dornish style kind of gal who? Is she secretly into dornish eggs? The ones that don't exist like spaghetti Bolognese doesn't but weirdly she likes this northern appropriation of what they think is a dornish dish.

She likes persimmons, because they’re the best and she has good taste.

She thinks all those northern “Dornish” dishes that they think are spicey but totally are not are adorable.

Anonymous said:

I feel like the big thing that's coming is dany and maron fucking in the middle of a feast or something. Am I close?

Omg. No comment.

Anonymous said:

Is Simon Leygood the indebted Simon who tried for Rohanne's hand? Or is he another Simon? Lets hope Lady Blackmont keeps him away from money if he's the same guy.

No, that dude would be, like 100 years old by now. Those Leygoods have family names, I guess.

Anonymous said:

Will we hear a bit more about how Owain is coping in Dorne in the upcoming chapters? I wonder if in the future he'll go native. His life will be interesting and a bit freer. He's there with his cousin who is going to be the consort of the Princess of Dorne and he's staying there so he'll be a well connected match for a lady of Dorne who wants to be closer connected to the Princely house. He seems quite easy going, Dorne might agree with him. Plus he's under miles less pressure than Eliott

Well, he’s Eliott’s BFF, so he’ll be around for sure.

I’m sorry, but anything like the phrase “Dorne agrees with me” just reminds me of Madison and her stupid slutty dress. Maybe Owain will start wearing a bathrobe of sex appeal?

JK, he doesn’t wear a sword on dates either.

To be honest, I haven’t given much thought to Owain’s future, maybe he’ll hook up with Alyse Ladybright. She would see all the social climbing implications that you mentioned.

Anonymous said:

Daenella is the best. Kind of nice to see a sort of somewhat anti-martell who doesn't take her responsibilities so seriously. I'm sure those poor smallfolk where she is were delighted when she came thinking that they'd get answers to their questions and then action and now they're probably sitting around wondering if they could exchange their martell for another one

Aw, poor smallfolk.

I wouldn’t call her an anti-Martell, though. Her ability to flit around doing whatever is just the other side of the privilege coin as Loree and her tyrannical tendencies.  

Anonymous said:

Yay, was cool seeing a bit more the bigger non POV characters again like Joleta and Rhona. Rhona is a superstar, she not only gets all the shit done, knows everyones name, now she's lost her bed as well. I'm glad she seems to have job satisfaction though, lol, she has a fantastic position at court in the ear of the future ruling Princess a job she'll likely have for a long while is the grooming to take over goes well, I'm sure losing her bed for a little bit is no huge price to pay

Yeah, Rhona has a pretty plum gig. And she’s good at her job and everyone knows it. I think her brand of administrative competence is admired the same way that martial abilities in men are admired. It’s the same reason Deneza is thought to be such a badass, for example.

It’s kind of a bizarre world where you can parlay a job helping a lady put on her jewelry into one collecting taxes or whatever, isn’t it?

Anonymous said:

Poor Genna that must have all been very unpleasant. I don't thik she expected that to happen probably a dornish guy wouldn't have bragged in the same way or at least not in that particular setting, plus the dynamic would have been different with a dornish guy. don't think she was quite prepared for this mess at all, nice to see her with Gallwel though, although he's a younger brother so that's probably a different kind of dynamic than one where Maron sees her as a younger sister to protect.

Yeah, Genna might have the Martell lack of perfect judgement when it comes to sexual partners, but she wouldn’t have done it if she knew that would happen. And gender roles still exist, so most women would think they need a bro to punch dudes in the face.

Anonymous said:

What do you mean you hope Joleta and Deneza don't hit any rough patches, you naughty author!!!!!! You are the boss of them don't let them control you, you tell them to behave and play nice and be together and happy forever. Thank god there isn't any bullets in this world or else you know exactly who those damn things will be attracted to like magnets. Thankfully lesbians seem to have less issues with arrows.

You know, relationships are hard.

I’m not saying arrows will be involved, but there will be exactly one death in this story.

Anonymous said: How widely known is it that Arion is Genna Sand's father? Maron, Dany, and Genna herself all seem to know, as does Ariandra Fowler (who seems to think it's her duty to know everyone's business). Is it one of those things that almost everybody knows, but it's considered rude to talk about?

Dude, everyone knows. It’s officially just a rumour, but it was obvious from day One.

Anonymous said:

How do you imagine Ormond and Olyvar Sand's relationship? Ormond squired for Olyvar and was knighted by him, but he seems to have a closer relationship with Rhod than Olyvar. Speaking of Ormond, do you see him a foil for Loree? Loree is almost a perfect reflection of her father, while Ormond is quite different from his own father. Is that just a product of being raised at Sunspear/the Water Gardens or would Ormond and Edgar be different even if Ormond were raised at Yronwood?

Yeah, I should put some work in that relationship. Olyvar is kind of intense, so I think Ormond couldn’t really turn to him for that more nurturing father role that he needed, and Rhod is a total softy. But as I said, I’ll put thought into this.

As for Ormond being nothing like Edgar… I suggest rereading “Ormond I”?

Anonymous said:

I'm really enjoying your Rowan's. I was always going to like the Martells because well duh!!, but the Rowans have really got my attention, particularly the two cutie pies of Sarra and Aelora, as well as my main man Adwin. Eliott is fun but I foresee him having a rocky road ahead before he finds any kind of solid ground in Dorne. Corret is like the typical Reach dude who even has his own courtly love story that could be a song. It's good to see them holding their own in the character stakes.

Thank you. Women with patriarchy brain are the most fascinating characters ever, and Corret is a bit of a challenge. It’s really tempting to make him a total asshole, but I have Tybutt for that.

Anonymous said:

I'm strangely positive for virgingate. I feel like Eliott needs to have his bubble properly burst before she can actually get his head around the life and marriage he's going to have. Once he's done that then he can slowly start finding a place in his new world and creating an actual relationship with Loree and learning and embracing soft power and a role he never thought he'd have. But until the bubble truly burst he'll keep clinging to the image in his head of how he thought his life would be

Well, I guess the question is if he’ll be able to get over himself.

Anonymous said:

Okay so I'm sorry, but in a modern au what are the cliche college tropes for your characters? Lewyn is the likeable jock, for instance.

Okay, here we go:

Loreza - the legacy kid who still gets straight As.

Eliott - Soccer player who everyone likes. Very good at beer pong. Secretly came to university to actually learn.

Alyse - the naturally brilliant one who doesn’t need to study.

Horas - Asshole football player who everyone tolerates because football in American universities terrifies me.

Dany - the younger sister who came for a tour and ended up drunk.

Rhona - Obsessed with her resume

Morgan - the younger brother who has all the college sweatshirts and wears them to middle school

Maron - the legacy kid who wouldn’t have gotten in otherwise

Lewyn - the good hearted football player everyone likes

Joleta - the party girl/star of the tennis team

Ormond - Double major in english and history. He didn’t make the team. He’s invited to all the parties but ends up taking care of the drunk people. His dad is in jail for a while collar crime.

Elda - the one who’s in the pictures from all the parties, but is never tagged

Genna - the cool one who also has a tragic backstory

Jeremy - closeted water polo player

Daeron - the fine arts major with blue hair. His thing is graphic design. It’s his passion.

Rolyn - IR major who likes to play frisbee on the lawn of the frat house. Member of the debate team, but he makes it cool.

Eldon - Baseball player who’s fucking a professor. He’s a really good pitcher, but chose college over the farm system. General mensch.

Mariah Florent - the cheerleader that no one finds hot

Olenna - in the marching band.

Ami - the one who you don’t understand how the hell she got into a university in the first place. Oddly devoted to her boring, and much less hot, boyfriend.

Tyia - Scholarship student who studies accounting because she’s sensible. Plays the flute in the orchestra.

Alleza - High school kid who takes college courses for fun.

Alastor - Brilliant history grad student with a substance abuse problem. He’s the TA who shows up shit faced.

Deria - Cool professor, buys the underage students beer.

Artyr - Perfectly adequate polisci grad student overshadowed by his sister.

Deneza - Economics postgrad well into the tenure track. Somehow got herself involved with a student.

Anonymous said:

Maron only likes three people? I'm assuming that means Arion, Morgan and Dany. But he seemed to like Genna well enough. Does he not like his grandfather and mother and aunts, and uncle? Even though one of his aunts and his uncle are so much younger than him, he surely can't dislike those two that much, Devan in particular is only a kid. I can imagine though when he is at Wyl him and Ariandre have an interesting relationship to say the least.

I’m not sure how much Maron like Arion, to tell you the truth. He did kind of, like, abandon him for ten years. His formative years too. And a lot of Arion’s proud papa stuff with him is guilt. (He’s still a Martell, after all.) This is another thing I should actually explore, I think….

But yeah, I meant Dany and his two sibs as the three people. He thinks the rest of his family are okay, I guess, but those are the three people he would actually get off his ass for.

Anonymous said:

My main take away from this new sumptuous chapter was, Deneza works too hard, Joleta feels neglected, probably horny and Deneza feels like Joleta doesn't care about how much pressure she's under right now. Not sure much else happened in this chapter, think there was some guy called Daeron involved in some fuckery but mainly my attention was fully on my OTP of this canon having a domestic. When this is all over Deneza and Joleta need some alone nakey time and a looooooong chat, then more nakey.

You know, if sex could solve all relationship problems like that, I would never have any relationship problems ever. What a world that would be.

But yeah, Joleza are way more interesting that Daeron had his general dickishness.

Anonymous said:

I have no idea what you've got planned (or not planned) for little Ellaria Uller but I hope we get to see her interact with her dad when Corret I around. I just want to see the contrast between them, but also secretly I want Ellaria to be the very clever type who Dylan hopes might one day be a Keeper of a Tower, or another high ranking job. And Corret is just bewildered by it all, and how Dylan is so into the idea of having a clever daughter who will help run Dorne.

I like this idea. She wants to be just like her Aunt Deria when she grows up.

And poor Corret.

Anonymous said:

Besides Daenella, would you describe any of the Martells in your fic as hot Martells? Rhod and all his siblings seem to be pretty cold (even Arion only seems lukewarm) and Loree and Lewyn both seem pretty cold as well. Would Maron and Joleta count as hot Martells because they're half Martell or are the disqualified for not having the Martell name?

Well, the Hot and Cold Martell paradigm is a gross oversimplification of complex personalities. People like neat stories.

That being said, Rhod and Loree are both about as Cold as you can get. But even they both have… moments. Keep reading.

Arion is more than fifty, so he’s mellowed out. In his youth he was as Hot as Oberyn was, even if he never managed to kill any of his dad’s bannermen. Trystana is… not as Cold as she’d like to think. Lewyn is quite lukewarm. Maybe because he’s just a kid or maybe because I haven’t really characterized him all that well.

I don’t think people in Dorne would consider Maron or Joleta Martell enough to have a temperature.

Anonymous said:

Is the lack of Fossoways at the wedding intentional? I'd have thought they'd be all over this situation given their close blood connection to Eliott?

To tell you the truth, I never considered them. This story already has so many characters.

God, this ask round-up is all about my failings as an author isn’t it? If you like you can pretend they’re there in one of the giant retinues, but never do anything worth mentioning.

[my-dirty-mirror-blog]

A slice of Pie

I saw an advert by a Thai girl calling herself Pie, offering a kinky massage service. What stood out from the ad was a small collection of toys she had: a small butt plug, a ribbed dildo and a strap on, each bigger than the last.

I arrange for her to come over while I have the house to myself for a week. She wants pics of me in advance, which is fine. She seems pleased with them and gushes a little, which I assume simply means I'm younger and less fat than most of her clientele.

She is probably only 5 ft 2 tall and 75 kg. She's cute enough, although she falls a little short of being considered a BBW in the Beauty department. Most of the fat had ended up in her stomach and her tits hadn't grown past a C cup, which I suppose isn't how most people hope women store their weight. Either way, I wasn't really disappointed: Pie is a lovely girl and it didn't take long talking to her for this to be obvious. She's friendly and bubbly. She gushes over how handsome I am, which is nice for me. We chat a lot while we get comfortable with each other. She tells me how she's put on all this weight since she moved from Thailand, because she grew up very poor and didn't have ever waste food, now she works in a bakery where they throw a bunch of food away, so she eats too much!

We negotiate a little, I don't really have a sense of market value for this sort of transaction and she clearly is prepared to give me a good deal, but I don't push the price. I think we agree on $160 for an hour and a half, but neither of us pays attention to the clock. The service she was offering was specific, in that she was not offering full intercourse, only massage, protected oral and prostate play. I agree to all of this and she agrees I can lick her pussy too.

We move to the bedroom and start kissing, peeling off our clothes as we go. I play with her floppy little tits while she admires me. She explores my body with her hands, poking muscles and pinching fat.

She gives me a good massage, slightly hampered by the softness of the bed and our combined weight! I relax into this and we chat easily and extensively while she massages me.

As the massage continues she begins to explore me a little more erotically, sweeping her oiled fingers down my ass to my balls, or up from my inner thighs. She asks me to lift my hips so she can prop them up with a pillow, then she pull my cock down so it lies exposed on the pillow, not under my stomach. She goes back to her tantalizing exploration, adding oil to my ass and rubbing my cock and balls. She teases my asshole with her finger tips, adding generous amount of oil, then she slips the small buttplug easily into my ass and starts to rub my cock with her hand; the first real contact she has make with it. It soon swells up to full size under her gently strokes. After giving my time to get us to the plug she begins to slide the plug in and out. In truth this thing is probably thinner than one of her fingers and is just a nice warm up. I immediately can tell I want something bigger! It does serve to get my cock good and hard, so Pie slips a condom and a vibrating cock ring onto my cock and continues to jerk me slowly.

She changes to the ribbed dildo, which also slips easily into me. I enjoy the brand new sensation of the ribbed sections sliding in and out of my ass for the first time. Slowly my ass relaxes fully and she is able to glide the ribs in and out quite quickly. This dildo isn't especially big, maybe 3 or 4 inches long and less than two inches around at the widest. Even though I am enjoying the sensation, I am unsatisfied by its size. I ask for the strap-on! I don't remember exactly how big this thing is, maybe 6 or 7 inches long. What I do know is that I have no experience taking something of this size before. We try for a while with my lying on my back. Pie jerks my cock while she lubes up the strap on and tries to insert it, but it won't go in. I get on my hands and knees. We have a little more success like this; I don't know how much of it she ever got into me, but it never felt pleasurable. The strap on had a slight up turn and the end, which felt like it was poking up to my spine, which in hind sight would have probably felt good point down towards my prostate. She takes it out and after a short breather return to the ribbed dildo. I lie on my back as she works it in out of my ass slowly. She starts to suck on my cock hard. I've never been stimulated like this before, the ribbed dildo wasn't pushing my prostate, but the sensation of it repeatedly opening my sphincter was really something wonderful. It wasn't long before this combined pleasure makes me cum. I cum hard into the condom, blowing it up in her mouth, while she continues to work the dildo in and out of my now loose asshole. She keeps fucking me with the dildo long after my orgasm has finished, my relaxed ass accepting whatever she wants to do to it as I lie there unable to resist.

She finished having fun with me in my post-orgasm weak state, cleans me up then hops to the bathroom for a quick shower. It's a hot summer day so we are both sweating. I take my turn in the shower and we lie on the bed to relax. She shares a little of my beer and we talk more. I'm not sure how long we chat for, it was easy and friendly.

Over the course of the conversation, she tells me that doesn't like to have sex for money. She enjoys sex, but her vagina is very tight and she to have sex with a guy she needs to feel comfortable and trust him to be gentle. She tells me her last boyfriend only had a 4 inch cock and she still felt tight. She tells me she wants to fuck me but doesn't think my cock will fit in her. She says I can try to fuck her ass too, since sometimes that is better! I agree whole heartedly to that, but express that I don't want to hurt her and that she must tell me if she wants me to stop.

We fool around a lot, I get her as wet as I can by sucking her nipples and playing with her clit. She puts a condom and the vibrating cock ring. I cover my cock in lube, and try to fuck her. Once or twice I get half an inch into her, but it never stays in for long. She's enjoying having my cock, which is rock hard, smashing her clit and pussy, even without it really penetrating her, but it's not really working for me. She tries to put it into her ass, but we have no luck there either. I wish I'd spent the time to warm her ass up properly; I bet if I had taken the time I could have got it in.

So after failing to fuck, just like awkward virgins, we switch to a 69 position, with her on top of me. I've never had a girl this big on me, she was self conscious about it, but I convinced her I strong enough to not care (she’s heavy but I still out weigh he by 15 kg at least). She started to suck cock, while I licked her pussy. She slides the ribbed dildo into my ass again. Its going to be my second orgasm, so it takes a long time for me to cum, which is good, because it isn't easy to make her cum either.

We're going at it for ages, I mostly suck her clit, but spend some time tongue fucking both of her holes too. As always, it is the clit attention that really does it though. We are both really getting into it, making muffled moans into each others crotches. I can feel her building to an orgasm, since she starts grinding and squirming, squashing my head with her chubby thighs. I suck on her clit hard. She clamps her legs together on my head as she gets close to her orgasm, which both limits my ability to breathe, and puts more of her weight over my entire body. I struggle for breath while I keep sucking her fat sweaty clit and the amazing sensation of pressure and breath restriction sends me quickly to the edge of my own orgasm. She starts to cum hard, clamping my head completely between her thighs and grinding her pussy over my face, I start to get light headed and hear a roar in my ears, then I cum. Oh my God it was intense. It felt like my orgasm lasted 2 minutes!

I don't really remember what happened afterwards. It had been 2.5 hours (an hour longer than we agreed) but I remember she didn't want any more money from me. I took a nap as soon as she left.

I haven't seen her again and it has been a couple of years, but we still occasionally message each other. She says she wants to fist me one day! She's a real cutie pie!