#mmmmhm. yeah

[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

every night a complex but completely unwritten fanfic plays in my head and increasingly lately I've been like "you know I have this thing SO fleshed out I should write it for real. man I keep thinking of these awesome sentences, they would be such raw-ass lines. tomorrow I should actually try writing some of it"

and then I don't do that

[divinely-yourz]

forget the prices THAT SHIT IS FUCKING UGLY

[princessbrunette]

Do you think you could ever do mean!jj punishing housewife!reader because he didn’t like that she called over their neighbour to fix something in their house while JJ was at work or smth

☆🍦➛💭*.♡

toxic!jj who spent a lil while in jail, married you when he got out and is now working to support you both — because that’s what he wanted from the start, to take care of you. what he doesn’t appreciate, is coming home to see another man walking out your front door, even having the audacity to give him a friendly little nod.

“hi jayj!” you greet when he appears in the kitchen, jaw agape and brow raised.

“uh, am i tripping or did a man just walk out of this house?” he’s tense and you eye him, slowing your movements as you wipe down the counter top.

“he lives three doors down…jared? the stove wasn’t working and i know he works with that kinda thing. asked him to take a look.” you explain and he leans on his hip, still silent like he’s waiting for more explanation. his tongue darts out to fiddle with the corner of his lip. “is that… a problem?” you furrow your eyebrows. he scoffs, whipping his hat off his head and starts to pace.

“i mean honestly yeah a little. why’re you lettin’ random dudes just walk up in here huh? you couldn’t have waited like — what, an hour for me to get home? you know how that looks, right? like…i’m not crazy?” he steps towards you and your face falls, hating when he got jealous like this.

“jay don’t be unreasonable. just wanted to be able to get it fixed as soon as possible so i could start cooking dinner. don’t you trust me?” he rounds the counter until he’s stood infront of you.

“i don’t trust guys, okay — i know what they want. why’d you think this stranger was so eager to help you? i’on know it’s just like… you know you walk around lookin’ like that and yet you’re surprised dudes wanna be all up in it.” he lazily gestures towards you and you roll your eyes.

“he was polite and respectful.” you defend and he closes in on you.

“oh i’m sure he was, babe.” you feel your heart skip a beat at the way he’s looking at you. the toxicness wasn’t healthy and you knew it, but you couldn’t help the arousal that built each and every time he got jealous. because when he got jealous he got touchy and rough.

“are you gonna punish me?” you pout up at him through thick lashes and he grins maliciously.

“know me so well, don’t ’ya.” he starts to pull up the hem of your skirt that he already deemed too short to be wearing around another man. “would usually spank that ass but i think you’d enjoy it too much. think i’mma have to spank something else— make it too sore to think about bouncin’ it on another dudes dick.” his jaw clenches at his own words as he peels your panties down making you whimper. you knew better than to argue, so you simply wince as he bends you over the counter and kicks your legs wide apart. “all wet for nothin’. unless all this is for someone else?” he slides his rough fingers through your folds and you jolt.

“s’for you, papa. always for you.” you get teary eyed, hating when he doesn’t believe you.

“mmmmhm. well, it better be.” he warns before giving the puffy folds a smack making you wince.

“ow.” you squeak and he shakes his head.

“good.” he mumbles before going in for another pussy spank.

☆🍦➛💭*.♡

[oldtshirtsouls]

arms

[jadeleechsupportgroup]

'home'

tohma x reader

cw: none

(For @ox-imagines and @princess-akuma. Surprise!)

"What troubles you, my love?"

The tip of Tohma's nose brushes the back of your neck as his arms tuck themselves into the curves of your waist, tugging you into the lines of his body as if he has not seen you in months versus a few short hours.

You sigh deeply enough to empty your lungs and lean gratefully into him. He's never warm, strangely, as if the cold of his workspace has permanently seeped into his bones, but you've learned to find his cool touch to be soothing. "Work," you mumble lamely. You feel like you should have a better reason for feeling so glum, but, well, you don't. "Need a vacation."

A laugh ripples down the back of your neck. "I keep telling you to quit," he chides softly. "Then we could have all the vacation you like."

There's so much suggestion in his words, even with the purely sweet way he's holding you now. He always knows when to push and when to pull back. He can tell what you need, even when you can't.

"I knowww," you complain, "but...I'd feel useless without a real job."

Tohma pulls away enough that you can tell he's looking at you with surprise. "Is that what it is?"

Your shoulders droop. Finally, you turn around in his arms to look up at him. "It's stupid, I know. I'm sorry."

He smiles and lifts your chin with one curled finger. "What have I said about apologizing when you've done nothing wrong?"

"To not."

"Mmmmhm." When he leans in and kisses you, you can feel his smile against your mouth. He keeps it brief, but no less sweet and wonderful than it always is. "If you insist on working, why not find something you enjoy? Perhaps that little tea house you're always taking me to?"

You tuck your head against his chest and close your eyes. "Yeah...or the plant shop?"

"We do need more plants," he says, surrounded by no less than 70 houseplants. But it's a penthouse, so you don't exactly struggle for space.

He rests his chin atop your head and cradles you. "As long as you come home at the end of the day," he whispers into your hair. "I wouldn't know what to do without you."

It melts you all over again. "Yeah," you say as you draw little circles over his heart, "who else would take care of all these plants?"

[xonyxox]

Intro and Important Info ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

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I go by Nyx here ♡ ︎I’m generally very horny all the time, so I decided to start posting so I have somewhere to put all the thoughts that float around in my brain, and maybe you to share them with! New account, not new user (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

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I also love reading, painting (though it’s been a while), writing. Anything creative to pass the time. Always need music, of course

Speaking of music! I love most genres. I listen to anything from today’s pop, to punk, punk/rock, 50’s-60’s music, to dad rock, 70’s-80’s music, midwestern emo… so yes, a little bit of everything. However, it’s somehow not enough, and I’m always looking for more

Bisexual, but (unfortunately) leaning towards men

Red is my favorite color ❤️

Will probably be posting mostly nsfw since that’s what I made this for, but will have other content as well

Whatever comes up in my head and on my feed. I’ve abandoned personal blog. Fuck it, let freak and neat meet 🙂‍↕️

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Mainly sub, but with dom tendencies. Depends how I feel that day

I’m down for anything sweet and vanilla, as well as anything a bit more intense

Love, love, loveee myself some praise, maybe a bit of degradation mixed in ❤️‍🔥

(good girl, pretty girl, good slut, little whore, etc.)

Size kink (5 feet to be exact)

Preference for older men. Yes, I have daddy issues (selective daddy kink)

LIGHT choking

Breeding (but not the pregnancy part,, no kids for me)

+ cockwarming mmmmhm

Biting? But not always in an NSFW way. Will sometimes bite out of no where, sometimes wanna mark you up all over

Will just lick and suck on ur chest all day idc. Let me drool all over

Always horny when intoxicated (weed and alc 😋)

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P*ss, scat

Feet

Pet play

Drugged, r*pe, kidnapped, assault, etc

Inc*st/fauxcest

Age play

“Kid”, “kiddo”, “dad”, etc.

If you DM, don’t be kinky right away. I will block your ass. (someone literally opened with “hey bitch” …yeah guess what happened) I’m expressive on here but I’m also a normal human being, not a sex bot

Anything similar/following these paths

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I’ll try to stay mostly organized on here, mostly for my own sanity :P Hopefully I’ll be able to keep up with these lol and update when needed

horny thought dumps- #nyxthots❤️‍🔥

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im obsessed with romantic cannibalism okay- #nyxnoms🫀

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[lokisprettygirl]

My Love is mine, All mine (18+) (CEO! Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon -Modern AU)

Read Chapter 2 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 3

Summary : You wish that you weren't like this but how could you not be this way when you are married to a man like him?

Warning: 18+, smut, insecurities, mention of abuse, smoking, extreme insecurities and trust issues, mention of infertility, reader has anxiety, mention of infidelity.

Daemon looked at you for a moment as you told him that you wanted to join the NYC trip before he walked towards you.

“Are you sure love?” He asked softly so you gave him a smile that wasn't really genuine.

“I'm sure..you just came back and now leaving again..i want to be with you..i don't want to miss you” you placed your arms around his neck so he leaned down and kissed you, his lips lingered over yours for a moment and the sweet intimate gesture made you smile.

“I'll ask Sheena to arrange for your ticket”

And there went your smile.

She was his secretary and this was the basic part of her job. Marcus had the same job and so did the other secretaries before him but every time your husband mentioned her name so softly, something burned inside you. It reminded you of similar encounters with women who worked for him before and the intense emotions that had come with them. Though you knew it was part of their jobs and there was nothing more to it, you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that came with it.

“Pack your stuff yeah? I'll have to make some calls darling” he kissed your forehead and stepped out of the bedroom with his laptop in his arm.

The flight was to leave a few hours later so you prepared your luggage, to be honest you didn't really enjoy the plane rides, they cramped your back and left you with a splitting earache. The boredom also sucked because Daemon would always work half of the time.

You were on top of his lap, with your wedding dress still on your body even though it's been two hours since he had taken you back home. You looked disheveled, Daemon had a few strange kinks and one of them was to fuck you all night long while your white dress was still on your body.

“Oh that's good darling..you look like an angel” he moaned and mumbled as you hopped up and down on him slowly.

“Mmmmhm? Mrs Targaryen is a good look on me” he smiled as you said that but then it faded slowly so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

“What is it dae?” you asked him as you kissed him tenderly. He could barely afford this wedding and the thought of not being able to treat you with a honeymoon was eating him up severely.

“I want to show you the world someday..i really do” you smiled as he said that. You didn't need a honeymoon or a fancy trip, as long as you had him you didn't need anything else. Money definitely made life easier but it wasn't everything for you.

“I know.. and I believe in you..you'll show me everything this world could offer” your fingers caressed his lip so he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“Mmmm I'd never let you down babygirl..I'd never do anything that would hurt you I promise my sweet angel..thank you for choosing to be mine when you could have had anyone”

As the plane ascended, you snapped out of your thoughts to cast a quick glance his way. His casual attire - a purple long sleeved v neck shirt and black trousers- made him look so approachable that you just wanted to cuddle him, well fuck him first before you get onto that.

It frustrated you at times how much you still desired your husband, especially considering that people often claimed that such attraction wouldn't last forever. However, you knew that wasn't the case for you, he would always be the only man you'd ever want in your life and then you wondered if still felt the same way about you.

Glancing to your left, you spotted Sheena busy with her laptop, hearing the clacking of her nails against the keyboard. You knew you had never been drawn to a career like some of these high-flying women, and you often wondered if he found those traits attractive in a woman. The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth, making you question your worth all over again as a wife and a partner.

You turned to look at Daemon again and he caught your eyes this time so he smirked..

“Stop with that look”

“What look?” you let out a giggle so he looked at you, his eyes were sparkling with mischievous intensity.

“The 'I want you right now' look” he whispered quietly,

“Shut Up” he chuckled as he looked at you.

“Did you inform your boss you won't be coming?”

You squeezed your eyes as he said that. Well that wasn't really your priority at the moment.

“I'll do it when we reach”

“As a boss I'd be pissed if you were my employee leaving on a whim”

Your smile faltered as he said that, you didn't know whether he was joking or not but the statement upsetted you anyway.

“I feel as if you didn't want me to come with you” His head turned faster than a windmill as you said that,

“Are you joking? That's not what I meant-”

“Yeah whatever Daemon..I'm going to sleep”

“Baby-”

“It's okay” you unfastened your seat belt and got up to go exchange your first class seat with Sheena.

Daemon rubbed his forehead as he watched you walk away from him, it was nearly impossible for him to comfort you when you misunderstood him like this.

“Do you mind sir?” He heard Sheena's voice so he shook his head. He had to work on his presentation anyway so he decided to concentrate on that. He wanted Sheena to hear his pitch and give him her honest opinion.

“Is she asleep?” He asked his secretary a few minutes later so she looked to the side and you seemed to have your eyes closed.

“Close the blinds..she gets disrupted easily”

Your eyes teared up as he said that, he made no effort to go comfort you and on the top of it he was closing the blinds when it was just him and the secretary in there with him. You really wanted to cry in privacy so you got up and did the same.

You know very well that Daemon wasn't cheating on you and even if he was he wouldn't be doing it so brazenly while you were right there next to him but it still bothered you. So much so that you wanted to go back home and disappear to some place where you didn't have to see Sheena or every other beautiful woman he met on a daily basis. Your irrational jealousy was making you want to escape. You wanted to go back home and disappear, to run away from the intense feelings that consumed you whenever he paid attention to anyone else but you.

“You're a funny man Mr. Targaryen” Sheena giggled loudly and you heard that very well.

“Stark is a peculiar bloke, needs theatrics to be impressed” Daemon answered her so she giggled again. Okay he was not that funny Sheena you thought .

Ohh but he was, he was everything in one person while you were just you, so basic and nothing interesting to offer to a man like him.

About an hour later Daemon opened your divider and you were all bundled up on your bed so he picked you up and you woke up as soon as he had placed his arm under your head

“Sleep on me?” He mumbled softly so you hummed in response. “I'm sorry” he spoke again as he laid down with you on top of him.. and then you felt bad, this happened every time, he'd make a joke that you somehow took personally when you were drowning in your insecurities and you'd get upset like this and then he'd apologize for it which wasn't really fair to him. None of this was his fault.

“It wasn't your fault..I'm sorry”

You looked up at him so he wrapped his arms around you and tightened his grip.

“Shhhh it's okay..i love you my darling wifey”

“Love you hubby”

As you landed in NYC, you watched Sheena tailing you two so you asked her to join you both politely, until now she hadn't given you a reason to despise her, you had a god of a man and women desired him, that wasn't a crime really.

Before he left for the meeting you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him as sensually as you could.

“Getting me hard and uncomfortable when I have to pretend to be so prim and proper should be a punishable offense” he mumbled as he cupped your cheeks so you giggled in response.

“You can always punish me however you want”

“Mmmm I'll take you up on that” he kissed you one more time before he cupped your cheek “thank you for coming with me”

“I always come with you-”

“No I'm serious, I can't wait to come back to you.. I have something to look forward to now instead of coming back to an empty and cold bed” he mumbled as he squeezed your butt between his palms, a little more would have caused you both to turn off the lights and stay in this room so you pulled away from him.

“Mmm I'll wait for you”

As he was gone you were getting bored out of your mind so you decided to talk with Shelly, she was the only one who actually understood these thoughts you had in your head all the time.

“Is he extra attentive to you these days?” She asked you so you thought about it, well sex has been quite regular since he had returned from the trip but when it comes to attention he always made you feel prioritized.

“Not really..i mean he's always this way”

“Not to alarm you or anything but you know how they say that when men are tempted by someone outside of the marriage they tend to be more attentive to their spouses..it's a guilt thing..thats what Johnny did”

You sat up suddenly as she said that, you weren't even thinking about that to be honest. Now you have something to actually worry about.

About two hours laters Daemon called you and told you to meet him in the lobby as he wanted to take you and Sheena out for dinner.

“You don't mind sweetheart..do you ?” He asked you in relation to including Sheena for the dinner so you smiled, of course you mind, you wished she wasn't here at all.

“Her joining us for dinner? Ofcourse not” you mumbled softly so he leaned down to kiss your forehead. He was a good guy, a part of you knew he'd have done the same thing if it was some other woman, that's how he treated Marcus as well.

But then your mind drifted towards the part where you imagined them together if you were not here. Marcus left two weeks ago, that means that he had taken Sheena with him for the last week's trip as well, there must have been dinners and lunches together.

Perhaps they went to a local bar, had a few drinks, that's when their talks must have gotten deep and Daemon had decided to ask her about her past, she must have cried while telling him her experiences.

And then you pictured him caressing her arm to comfort her and then kissing her–

“Darling? Y/n?” He called out your name so you got back to reality..

“Yeah?”

“Are you feeling okay hmm?” He asked you as he rubbed your arm so you nodded, he had pulled a chair out for you so you sat down. Sheena also looked at you with a concerned expression on her face. Did you look crazy when you got lost in your head so often? You must.

Daemon sat down next to you and for a moment his scent and the gentle look on his face as he looked at you had calmed you down.

“Yeah.. how did the meeting go?” You asked him as you caressed his cheek lightly so he gave you a smirky smile.

“Great.. meeting again tomorrow.. hopefully the deal will get finalized”

“It will..I know it will”

“Your unwavering faith in me still astounds me”

You smiled softly as he said that, you had faith in him but not when it comes to your marriage.

Throughout the dinner Sheena barely spoke but you watched her eyes wandering.

Daemon was so easy to love and fall in love with, he had his way about himself, he attracted women of all kinds and that wasn't either of their faults, it became a problem only when those women didn't know their limits.

So for Sheena's sake you were hoping she won't make that mistake.

And for your sake you hoped Daemon won't hurt you eventually, the constant temptation on his way kept you on edge and you didn't really know how to get over it. Therapy wasn't really an option as getting therapy would confirm these fears you had, it would confirm that you had a problem.

Daemon wanted to make a few calls and discuss tomorrow's pitch with Sheena so you excused yourself and left for the room to go straight into the shower. You wondered what daemon was thinking about you joining this trip so suddenly, wondered if he had any clue of the madness rummaging through your head. As the warm water hit your skin you took a deep breath, this wasn't healthy you knew that. This was so damaging and you feared someday you'd do or say something so awful that it would push him away from you.

“You have been committing punishable offenses since last night” Daemon whispered in your ear so you gasped in surprise,

“What have I done?”

“To begin with you got upset with me then you got me so aroused before my meeting and now you are showering without me” his fingers slid down the side of your waist and as he placed his hands on your stomach you quickly grabbed it and placed it on your core for two reasons, one you really wanted him to touch you there and secondly you felt conscious of your belly sticking out after dinner. Five years of relationship and you still felt this way around him, not all the time but your insecurities were extremely heightened these days.

“You can punish me anytime”

A few minutes later he had you on the bed underneath him with his cock slipping in and out of you in a rhythm he had mastered over the years with you.

“Can I ask you a question?” You mumbled as you caressed his lips so he sucked on your thumb lightly before he hummed in response

“Do you still feel the same way about me as you did in the beginning? I mean in bed” your tone wasn't alarming, you just sounded curious so he leaned down to kiss you..

“No i feel much better now”

“mmm why so?” his eyes sparkled as you questioned him so innocently, He wondered if you would ever know how much he loved you, he didn't think he'd ever be able to completely express how he really felt about you.

“Because now I know you and your body thoroughly, in and out..i know what makes you tingle and what makes you drip on my cock and my fingers..i feel more comfortable now then I did back then because now I know that you'd always belong to me”

The next morning you decided to go swimming so you put on a swimsuit with a dungaree on top and went down as Daemon was still asleep and wasn't willing to go with you.

As you reached the pool Sheena saw you and came out of the pool, you could tell before she had a fabulous body underneath those tight business suits but watching her in that bikini was like looking at a fashion magazine, the longer you looked at her the more insecure you felt about yourself. You couldn't find a flaw in her but when you looked at yourself you saw each and everything that made you grimace.

“Mrs Targaryen. Good morning “

“Good morning Sheena..just call me by my name please” you said to her so she smiled and sat down next to you, even as she sat she barely had any far rolls sticking out of her. What was she eating you wondered.

“Sorry..it's a force of habit”

“It's okay.. have you been to NYC before?” you asked her to keep the conversation flowing so she nodded.

“Yeah I actually lived here for five years before i moved back to Edinburgh”

“Really, how old are you?”

“24 ..” you hummed as she said that, she was young and had accomplished so much more than you ever could, you got engaged when you were her age.

“Daemon told me you had good work experience in the field”

“Yeah I passed out of MIT when I was 18 so that helped..” she mumbled as if it was no big deal.

“Wow, that's amazing.. really”

“Thank you ..you're very kind”

A few minutes later you felt Daemon's hand grab your cheeks as he pushed your head up to make you look at him, he was standing right behind your poolside chair.

“One more offense is included in your punishment list..leaving me all alone in bed like that” he leaned down to whisper in your ear and you couldn't help but grin. He then sat down in front of you with his back to your chest before he passed you the sunscreen so you slid down his casual shirt past his shoulders and pressed a small kiss before you squeezed a dollop full on your palm to rub it in his skin.

You felt Sheena's eyes on you so you looked to the side and she quickly looked away.

Before stepping into the pool he asked for you to join him but you denied since you felt conscious of your body especially now in front of Sheena.

While he was swimming a minute later Sheena went into the pool again, she asked you to join but you denied again. She maintained her distance from him, they weren't even having a conversation with each other but you saw her watching him from the distance. You couldn't help but wonder if Daemon would have done something if you weren't here.

Later that evening he took you to the Stark’s celebratory party as the deal was finalized. Sheena was there too, of course she was, she was his personal secretary. This was getting exhausting for you, mentally and emotionally, it was toxic to think this way all the time, to think that the man who vowed to never hurt you or betray you would end up doing just that.

If you weren't so insecure about yourself, perhaps a relationship as loving as the one you had with Daemon wouldn't have felt so deeply terrifying. You always knew the day he'd betray the sanctity of this marriage would be the worst day of your life, something so irrevocably awful that you'd never be able to move on from that.

An hour later as you both made your way back to his room he already had a few drinks in his system and he was always in a certain mood when he was drunk like that, his inhibitions washed away as the alcohol kicked in.

In those nights he always preferred to take complete control of you, he tied you up and treated you like a filthy whore, with your consent of course. And tonight wasn't any different. He fucked you for hours in every position he could take you but there was always a sense of tenderness in his words and his movements, even when he was rough he wasn't cruel to you or your needs, you were his wife and he treated you like one, the constant whispers of his adoration for you made your heart skip beats every few minutes.

And during those moments, only for a fraction of second you found your insecurities washing away, the closer he was to you the better you felt but you knew the morning would arrive and then he wouldn't be there, he'd be at work and he'd be around her for more than half of the day.

“I'm just saying Jhonny used to be so shady when he was fucking cheating on me, all of a sudden I was getting flowers and gifts whenever he'd come home after fucking that whore”

You sighed as Shelly said that, you had just returned from the trip this morning and calling her was perhaps not something you really needed.

“No offense Shelly but Daemon is not Johnny, he would never be so cruel with me”

You mumbled confidently but deep down you knew you were lying to her, you always feared that Daemon would end up doing everything he has promised not to, that's what your dad did to your mum, that's exactly what your ex did to you, that's what men do eventually.

“And Sheena..I looked her up on Instagram..she looks like a certified maneater and daemon is following her as well so he must be seeing her thirst traps posts” she stated again, now you knew you'd sit down and stalk her to see if Daemon was interacting with her.

“Well he follows back every employee of his if they follow him first”

“Well all I'm saying is be careful and prepare for the worst, it hurts less when your mind's made up”

“Thanks ..ahhh listen i have to unpack so I'll talk to you later okay” you hung up and sat down to clear your thoughts. Talking to Shelly about this only stressed you out further, it wasn't her fault, she was speaking from her experience but her experiences only made you feel doomed.

In the afternoon you decided to go see Daemon, you shouldn't have, you knew that but you still went.

As you sat down in his cabin, you received a call from him,

“Heyyy” you mumbled softly so he sighed

“Are you okay? I'm kind of busy right now. You should have called baby..I'd have told you that” he spoke softly but his words still bothered you, your eyes teared up so you didn't even attempt to speak because if he knew that you weren't feeling so good he'd have left everything behind to come see you.

“DARLING? Are you alright?” He asked again so you cleared your throat.

“Yeah I just.. thought we could have lunch together..that's it . I'll see you tonight?”

You told him so he hummed in response.

“I'm sorry I'm just really caught up right now”

“I know i understand..I'm sorry “

“Love you” he mumbled quietly and then hung up the call, you looked behind and Sheena was standing there so she gave you a smile.

“Sorry y/n ..umm there's a meeting back to back and he asked me to look after you if you needed something.. anything”

She said to you so you gave her a fake smile.

“No thank you..it's Mrs Targaryen by the way..let's just stick to that”

You knew you were being rude to her unnecessarily and you felt worse as her smile dropped down.

“I apologize mam”

You shook your head as she said that before you walked past her to leave that place as quickly as possible.

When Daemon came home that night he kept staring at you and you eventually snapped.

“What's wrong? Talk to me..”

“About what?” You crossed your arms defensively so he sighed and took his coat off to sit down on the bed in front of you.

“Sheena told me you seemed upset” you chuckled as he said that.

“Uhuh did she tell you that I was mean to her and made her sad? Is that what she told you?”

“No..she just said that you seemed upset”

“Ohhh”

“Look I'm sorry..i was really in the middle of something”

“I know.. can we stop talking about it?” his brows furrowed as you said that, he never wanted to be upset with you but it infuriated him alot when you refused to share your worries with him like this.

“What is it with you darling?”

“Nothing I told you..”

“You know what, I'm too tired for this right now” he huffed as took his tie off.

“Yeah fine..you're always tired” you snapped back at him and his mouth opened in shock.

“What does that even mean?” He raised his voice a little so you glared at him..

“Let's just sleep okay?”

He sighed as you said that, mumbling a faint curse under his breath as he got up and went into the bathroom to shower and change for bed. This argument wasn't necessary or required at all but you were at the edge of your wits, these past few days you have been living in an absolute fear that he was going to dump you for someone like Sheena so when he came out instead of apologizing for your insensitive behavior you imposed a question that would only ruin this night for you because you knew he'd tell you the truth and you knew the truth would only bother you.

You looked him right in the eye while he was drying his hair and took a deep breath “Do you find her attractive?”

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67. Question (aka a conversation every student has had at some point)

Natsuo x Reader

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“You spelled potassium wrong.”

Natsuo flinches upright, pale eyelashes fluttering, the palm that’d been holding up his head for the past hour curling into a tight fist. His gaze flits down to his notes, to the open textbook beside him, then to you.

“Po-ta-see-uhm,” you repeat, tapping out the syllables with the end of your pen, “I’m pretty sure there’s no ‘e’ in there. While you’re at it, you might also wanna take that ‘f’ out of nephron.”

He grunts as he lifts the page up to his face, and you have half a mind to tease him for it, remark on the fact that if he’s having trouble reading his own handwriting then maybe medicine really is the field for him. Before you can though, he’s sighing with enough force to fill a sail.

“I hate nephrology.” Natsuo says, throwing himself backwards. His back hits the floor with a dull thump. You lean over the tabletop to look down at him just as he swings an arm across his face. He mutters the phrase over again into the sleeve of his sweater, “ihatenephrologyihatenephrologyihatenephrology” like doing it will somehow change the fact that the two of you will, regardless, actually need to get back to learning nephrology.

“Okay, so maybe this class sucks. Like, a lot. But look at the bright side, Natsu: this little blip right here is less about the physiology of the kidneys and more about your atrocious spelling.”

“Question,” Natsuo stares longingly at the ceiling, like all his problems will disappear if only he could find a way to attach himself to it, “Serious question.”

“You can’t quit and become a stripper.”

Natsuo slams a palm against the floor and lets out the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard from a man of his size. And you’ve performed DRE’s before. “Why not?”

“Because you’ve got two left feet. And you get flustered when someone makes eye contact for too long.”

As if to prove you wrong, he casts a hard glare your way. You stare back, raising an eyebrow.

…and his ears go a dusty shade of pink as he turns, leaving you looking at the back of his head. You catch sight of tiny tufts of crimson, short enough to have sprouted in the intervals between bleach jobs.

“This proves nothing.” Natsuo says. “It’s easier when they’re staring at your junk and not your face.”

“Oh is it?”

“Yeah, less personal.”

“Mmmmhm.”

“You don’t sound convinced.”

“No, no, I believe you and your extensive experience as an exotic dancer prior to medical school.”

“Not dancer. Stripper.” He waggles a single finger. “I don’t dance.”

“Right, my mistake.” You roll your eyes. “Show up. Take your clothes off. Profit.”

“Exactly!” Natsuo says in a burst, flinging himself into a seated position. “No microscopy, no math, no damn kidneys—”

“Just you, a dozen strangers, and your junk. You’ll be just like one of our practice patients in clinical skills lab.”

There’s a heavy silence. Natsuo narrows his pale eyes at you. Then he grabs the floor cushion from beneath him and hurls it at your head.

“Why do you always do that? Make my quitting-medical-school fantasies into something so thoroughly unsexy?”

You grab a cushion in each hand—your own and the one he’s so graciously sent flying your way—and throw them back at him in rapid succession. You don’t even try to hide your snorts. “But Natsuo, what’s sexier than knowledge?”

He groans like some wounded animal and slams his forehead onto the wooden tabletop. “Not nephrology.”

You nod, willing to agree to this much. “Not nephrology.”

[autisticandroids]

Seeing as you provide every interesting in depth spn analysis I'm probably coming to the wrong person for something so possibly surface level but I'm rewatching spn and would really love something to keep notes on, so is there any interesting phenomena in there you think would be worth keeping an eye on?

i received this, like, a month ago 🥴 sorry. anyway.

so, first of all. i'm flattered but i have also always been a little uncomfortable with the superlatives people attach to my name. the reason people think of me as some kind of spn scholar is a result of four factors, give or take: first, i make a lot of posts. in the year after november fifth i made something like five thousand posts. i know because i tag all my spn posts spn. and a lot of those posts were half a sentence! or an ask i answered with emojis! but it's still a lot of posts. the second reason is that i'm kind of a last man standing. a lot of the big name post-nov fifth destiel fandom crowd has kind of evaporated in search of newer, shinier things; my fascination was more enduring, so i still get the credit. the third reason has to do with like... i have slightly different tastes than the average spn fandom person and so the things i pay attention to are different and so my takes are unique. there were a lot of blogs that were bigger than me that people don't remember as much because their takes were more in line with conventional fanon (and therefore more similar to other people's and less memorable), whereas mine, because i have specific interests and am an incurable contrarian, were more unique and therefore people remembered who i was. fourth, and here we are down to the meat of the issue, i speak very authoritatively and use a lot of big words when i'm excited about something so people think i'm right.

i guess what i'm saying is don't take me so seriously.

now that my narcissism is out of the way, let's talk about themes in supernatural.

first of all, the thing about supernatural is that it has three hundred and twenty seven episodes organized into fifteen seasons, written by fifty three different writers supervised by four different showrunners and that's just the writing! that doesn't even mention directing, or acting, or producing... personally i like to say that i can feel when the story editor changes! so there really is... almost nothing you can get out of the whole show as a text that isn't incredibly broad and/or vague and/or boring. "they say family a lot" yeah they sure do. "it's a reactionary macho fantasy" like every other show from 2005. "they kill all the women" mmmmhm. like, basically every consistent element of spn as a story is a result of either classic genre cliches from the scifi or procedural or teenie bopper genres, very basic conclusions from the premise, or just the material nature of the behind the scenes of supernatural. they're going on a case instead of working on the main apocalypse of the season because this is a monster of the week show. cas has gone away again because they don't want to pay misha collins. quiet emotional scenes get dropped from the script because they don't serve the plot. and while there's some interesting things you can get out of these elements - one piece of analysis i've been thinking about a lot lately is this video about the mcu that argues that the classic serialized storytelling logic of constant escalation leads inherently to a fascist politics, and i think this point applies very well to supernatural - it only goes so far. it's interesting if you want to look at how the show exists in the wider politics of the real world. it's not that interesting if you want to sit with the show supernatural in its particular uniqueness.

so basically my recommendation, first of all, is to divide the show up into chunks. there are some obvious chunks - by season, by showrunner. most people do these. i would also recommend other methods, for example tying together some adjacent seasons. for example, even though season eleven is technically carver era and season twelve is technically dabb era, i would argue that seasons eleven and twelve have more in common in terms of tone and style than eleven has with 8/9/10 or twelve has with 13/14/15. seasons four, five, and six have a lot in common in terms of tone and themes that they don't share with seven or the first three. i would also recommend paying attention to the individual writers; their bodies of work will usually have more in common with themselves than with the episodes around them in terms of character, tone, and theme. for example, in season six, ben edlund creates a whole other arc about the angel civil war that he wants the season to have that exists only in his episodes, and none of the other writers really pick up what he's putting down so he's kind of left hanging. you can see all sorts of patterns like this if you sit down and look, and i would recommend doing that. maybe you can be the first guy to memorize all the directors and have Thoughts.

and then the next thing i would say is just... pick some themes you want to iterate on. so for example: one of my favorite themes to contemplate is a theme that season six almost has - dean believing that it is his job to protect ben and lisa, which justifies anything he might want to do to them, or anyone else.

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man everything above that line is an ask i half answered then forgot about in july of 2023. i NEED to check my drafts more often

[tanktopdiaz]

idk how eddie will know where to show up to help the 118, but in my dreams buck sends him a cryptic text like "sry, might be late for dinner, tell chris i love him" while eddie is talking to karen and then he will text maddie and maddie will tell him, and then karen will drop him off at the station to steal the turnouts before driving him to the scene like the getaway car driver the show established her to be. (bonus if she tells him about how chim got her and karen together. for no reaosn)

OHHHHHH yeah yup. mmmmhm that part. hes like fuck I dont have my prius so he pulls his phone out to get an uber and karen knocks on his door like. heard you've got to report for duty today!

[exauzoey]

oooh can’t dissuade fact :P

but yeah so

Talon stuff? 👀

That the plan ?

-Logan

mmmmhm

[libraford]

Photographing groups at a school thats... very queer friendly. The group is Student Council. There is only one boy.

"If you are on the boys basketball team, please stay." The entire group leaves. The only boy says:

"Haha yeah right."

He starts walking away, meets up with a teacher .

"I'm the only boy on student council."

Teacher says: "mmmhm."

"Its the same way in my ballet class."

"Mmmhmm..."

"Like I'm barely a boy."

"Mhmmm...."

"At least I think I'm a boy."

"Mmmmhm..."

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEVIE!

Soda hopped over the counter and landed beside Steve with an "umph," giggling as he grabbed Steve's shoulders and shook him excitedly. Steve laughed, grabbing Soda's hands and carefully moving him away.

“Are you ready?!” Soda spoke loud and proudly, holding Steve's hands and shaking them, his bracelets clattering against each other as he stimmed.

Steve laughed, squeezing Soda's hands appreciatively. “Yessss, I'm readdyyyy!”

“Good! We've got much to get to, and things to plan, and– and, the gang has a cake– Oh!” Soda lets go of Steve's hands and takes out the cake and sherbet out from earlier that someone had left. “We got these gifts too!”

Steve's eyebrows raised in surprise. “Someone gave those to you for me?”

“Mmmmhm. This is the body I've kept frozen all day.” He patted the top of the sherbet, smiling playfully.

Steve scoffed and picked up the foods. “Alrighty, then...” He looked outside, staring out at the truck. “I take it yer all ready too?”

“Hmm? What? Awh, naw, I still got plenty of chores to get to. So much stuff to put away. All the things.” Soda guffawed, making random noises and tossing his head side to side.

He eventually paused to look and grin at Steve, and Steve smiled back, giggling to himself.

“God, you're ridiculous. C'mon then, let's head out.” Steve stood up carefully, huffing at he strained to stand. He was still sore from his beatings earlier.

Soda began to walk with him before turning to Lottie. “Oh, Lot! Remember to put the, uh... alien thingy inside the back for me tonight, will ya? We gotta keep it somewhere nice durin' the night time.”

Lottie simply smiled and gave Soda a thumbs up. “I got it, Soda.”

Soda nodded to him and then looked over his shoulder to Steve. Steve just smiled and shrugged.

The two of them headed out and jumped straight into the truck, Soda placed the food in the backseats of the truck.

“Alright, so.” He took out his notepad that he had been scribbling in all day, about 4 pages were full of just writings.

“I got a game plan. We're runnin' to yer house, you get dressed, we run to my house, have an hour with the gang, then at about... 7pm, we flee for the city and do all the other stuff on my list. Eh?” Soda looked at Steve curiously.

Steve just nodded. “Sounds good t'me. What's on the list of city plans?” Steve leaned over, trying to catch a peek.

“Ah!” Soda waved Steve away, smacking him lightly and laughing as he moved. “Nothin' you need to worry about yet, it's supposed to be a surprise! That's how traditions work!”

“I don't think traditions are really a surprise if I know the tradition, Soda.” Steve raised an eyebrow.

Soda just grinned at him. “Yeah, well, this one'll be special. Because I planned it to be so!”

Steve rolled his eyes and plugged the keys into the ignition. “Whatever you say, Pepsi.”

And with that, they were off for the birthday!

[samonellapoison]

Eddie Munson Blurb

Warnings: whining, nsfw/18+, piv, pussydrunk Eddie, sub Eddie, etc

Bouncing on Eddie’s cock while he’s leaning against the bed frame, whining and whimpering against the back of his hand. He can’t help but keep his eyes screwed tightly shut. His little noises are adorable, but they’re mostly being drowned out against his hand. Yanking his hand away from his mouth, you slam down onto his dick again and again with vigor. You’re almost angry, that’s how hard you’re going.

“Feel good?” You ask, knowing that his answer will be babbling and incoherent mumbles.

“Mmmmhm,” he whines, gasping loudly when you fall down another time. You can feel his length inside of you, pressing harshly into your core.

“Almost a full word, good boy,” your voice is gentle and almost motherly, filling his head with the soft noise. “Keep going, sweetheart. A few more orgasms and I’ll let you take a break, yeah?” You mean every sinful word.

[museaway]

Earlier today, a co-worker was curious what Chris Pine looked like when he was younger, so I though I'd look up THE photo shoot. You know, the one with the leather pants and the car. I knew how I could find it in seconds, but did I dare reveal the Trek fandom's pride and joy to someone outside of fandom?

me: ...I apologize for what I'm about to type, but this is the only way I know how to find it.

me: (typing) desert...hooker...photo...shoot

*google displays CFine in all his glory*

her: ...so is he the desert hooker?

me: yeah that's what we all decided

her: are those leather pants?

me: mmmmhm

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anyway that happened

[lieutenant-sarcastic]

I 100% do not subscribe to the astrology thing and I’m open about this but comparing Notes with my new coworkers about my last Situationship (turned out he was married) and

“Was he an Aquarius?”

“He…. Wait.. . Yeah he was actually. Wtf.”

“Mmmmhm. Thought so. Aquarius behavior.”

was the Funniest thing that could have fucking happened