#saccharine family is sus

[thresholdbb]

Doc’s Family: *is way too nice*

B’Elanna: *narrows eyes*

[cordeliawhohung]

¡Hola! Disculpa si el mensaje es en español pero no sé como expresarme en inglés sin que parezca un curso de idiomas en nivel 1 🤡. Estoy aquí para decirte que, amo absolutamente tu AU!Mafia y ha sido de las joyas que he encontrado en este lugar. ✨ *escala las paredes y patalea en la cama*

¿Podrías darnos más de John Price x Reader? Algo como una escena de celos y posesión, pero esta vez por parte de Reader donde una mujer intenta coquetearle a su hombre y todo se pone MUY INTENSO *menea las cejas y se frota las manos*

Si no es mucho pedir, me encantaría algo de smut. Pleaseeee 🥹❤️🙏🏻

rough english translation: Hello! Sorry the message is in Spanish but I don't know how to express myself in English without it sounding like a level 1 language course 🤡. I'm here to tell you that, I absolutely love your AU!Mafia and it has been one of the gems I have found here. ✨ *climbs the walls and kicks on the bed* Could you give us more of John Price x Reader? Something like a scene of jealousy and possession, but this time by Reader where a woman tries to flirt with her man and everything gets VERY INTENSE *wiggles eyebrows and rubs hands* If it's not too much to ask, I'd love some smut. Pleaseeee ❤️🙏🏻

sorry this took so long to get out! i once again went overboard. also, never apologize for language barriers!!! and sorry this turned out to be mostly smut... i still hope you enjoy!

mafia!141 masterlist

warnings: jealous wife!reader, fem!reader, alcohol and slight intoxication, porn with little plot, some more possessive sex, oral f!recieving, fingering, p in v sex, creampie, kitchen sex, i think that's about it? 2.8k word count because i'm a freak.

It started with dinner. High profile leaders from several crime syndicates, including your husband John Price, would periodically take turns hosting lavish meals for one another in the name of good business. People would invite their partners and members of the mafia family to these events to mingle and on occasion settle disputes. Of course your husband brought you along, as he would never pass up an opportunity to show you off. The two of you were dressed to the nines in a sharp suit and a beautiful silky dress. Delicious food and appetizers had your stomachs full in no time, and a bubbling heat fizzed along your skin from all the wine you had consumed that night. 

Everything went well until suddenly it didn’t. Some pretty thing in a short dress kept batting her eyelashes at John every chance she got. Which was fine. It was only natural for people to window shop. But then her fingers would graze his arm, and her laughter would ring too sweetly at any comment he made. Her voice was saccharine and she was young, much younger than you, and your blood boiled with every sickly sweet comment, laugh, and glance she threw your husband's way. 

The ride home was bitterly silent save for the dull rumble of the car's engine and whatever radio station John had droning through the speakers. A hazy drunkenness clouded your thoughts and an all consuming frustration and sour jealousy filled the area in your stomach that the alcohol couldn’t. Whatever conversation John attempted to start was quickly shut down by you with short answers or cutting silence, something that had him heavily sighing as he pulled into the driveway of your home. 

It wasn’t until the two of you made it through the entrance that John really attempted to figure out what was wrong. You stormed through the kitchen in search of something to drink when he wrapped a hand around your waist.  It took everything in you not to swat him away. 

“Everythin’ alright, Darling?” he asked.

You hated how he looked at you with such concern and adoration. There was just something so frustrating about the dark blue of his eyes and the warmth of his body against yours. Maybe you were just angry with his blatant ignorance of the situation.

“I’m fine,” you replied sharply. 

By some miracle you were able to slip out of John’s grasp, but it wasn’t long before his hands were on you again. Redirecting you like some wild dog, he moved you so that your lower back was pressed against the island counter and you tried your best to avoid his gaze despite the fact he stood right in front of you with his hands resting at your hips, trapping you. The scent of his cologne was almost more intoxicating than the wine in your system, and you felt your teeth dig into your cheek in an attempt to keep yourself grounded. 

“You’re not,” he countered with slight humor in his tone. “I’m not lettin’ you go to bed angry at me.” 

“Who said I was angry at you?” you retorted. 

“If you were angry about anythin’ else you’d be talking my ear off about it by now.” 

It shouldn’t have surprised you that he was able to read you that well. The two of you had been married for a few years, and known each other longer, after all. Still, he wasn’t able to read you well enough to figure out what had bothered you to begin with. So you tilted your head as you stared up at him, and though you crossed your arms in an attempt to get some space from him, he didn’t budge much from his position. 

“That girl at Shepherd’s dinner,” you said with a tight jaw. 

“What girl?” he asked. 

His question was so blatantly ignorant you nearly laughed. Instead, you rolled your eyes and let out a strong huff before turning your searing gaze back to him. “What girl… the one who was practically throwing herself at you! There’s no way you could tell me you didn’t notice her.” 

There was a slight pause after your explanation, and it made you realize that he truly didn’t know what you were talking about. All you received from him were tense eyebrows and twitching lips. It was difficult to tell if that made you feel better or worse about the situation, but you still weren’t exactly thrilled with your husband at that moment. 

“You’ve got to be joking,” you grumbled. 

“I’m sorry, love, I really didn’t notice,” he said. His thumbs began to gently caress your hips through the silky fabric of your dress, and you tried to ignore the tingling sensation he caused by shifting your crossed arms. 

“Seriously?” you retorted. “Oh, Mr. Price, you’re so funny! All while she’s trying to rip your arm off she’s hanging off of it so bad.” 

“I didn’t notice,” he said again, voice dropping low as he leaned closer. “Why would I notice her when I’m too busy looking at you?” 

Something pulled in you at that comment, and you swallowed down the dry aftertaste of wine that lingered in your mouth. John’s lips parted slightly as he leaned forward, and though the jealousy in you told you to tell him no, you stayed still as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“Been lookin’ at you the whole night; couldn’t wait until we got home,” he mumbled into the crown of your head. His hands began to wander while he spoke, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips and then your thighs. “You know you’re all mine, right? You’re all mine and I’m all yours. Do you need me to remind you?” 

As John spoke, you realized he slowly got lower and lower until his knees were on the kitchen floor. Kneeling in front of you, his hands rubbed at your ankles as they dived underneath the skirt of your dress. He began to bunch the fabric up as his hands slid along your legs, exposing your skin inch by inch. It was a miracle steam didn’t pour from your body due to how warm you felt, and you found yourself gripping the edge of the island counter as the lacy fabric of your panties became exposed. 

“What are you doing?” you asked as you tried to keep the tension in your voice at bay. 

“Reminding you who I belong to.” 

A squeak nearly escaped your throat as John slipped his arm underneath one of your legs and tossed it over his shoulder. If it wasn’t for the counter at your lower back, you certainly would have fallen, but he held you firmly in place as his fingers pulled the fabric of your panties aside, exposing your heat to him. He groaned at the sight of you as he pushed the skirt of your dress further up, displaying the soft skin of your lower stomach. 

“John,” you breathed. Your grip on the counter became more firm as he planted a chaste kiss against your cunt. 

“That’s right,” he said, cooing against your slick skin, “only you get to say my name like that, darling.” 

He didn’t waste anymore time before his tongue began to lap at you, and he was so wet and molten hot against you, you weren’t sure how you still stood. Unforgiving, his mouth latched onto your clit and he held you in place while his tongue ravaged you, drawing breathless moans from your mouth. It was such strong and sudden stimulation that your legs began to tremble in his grasp, but John refused to let you fall. 

Just as the pressure on your clit seemed to be overwhelming, his tongue slipped closer to your center before diving into your heat. Groaning at the taste of you, he shallowly fucked you with his tongue for a few thrusts before sliding back to those fizzling nerves. Eventually your hips began to rock in time with the way his tongue moved against you and one of your hands tangled in his hair for better leverage. 

Despite the pressure and the friction, it still wasn’t enough. There was this terrible ache that left your cunt fluttering around nothing, begging to be filled. Biting into your bottom lip, you gently tugged on John’s hair in an attempt to get him to look up at you. 

“John I- fuck, I need more,” you said in a near whimper. 

His mouth moved off of your clit with a wet smack, and he stared up at you with heavy lidded and drunken eyes. A glistening sheen coated his lips and wetted the hair of his beard, and though his mouth wasn’t pleasuring you, his fingers took its place. At first he started with gentle little circles around your clit before grazing along your slit until he reached the depth of your heat. He slowly pressed two fingers into your pussy, but only reached the second knuckle before he paused. 

“Tell me what you want,” he urged while he curled his fingers inside of you. “Say it. Anything; I’ll give it to you.” 

His fingers moved with practiced accuracy as they rubbed against that cushiony spot that had your heel digging into his back. In a way, it felt a little cruel, as if he was trying to steal your words away from you on purpose. Instead, your grip on his hair only grew more firm as your hips began to squirm in his grasp. 

“Fuck me. Properly,” you said, your tone somewhere between an order and a plea. 

For the first time that night, a proper smirk formed on John’s lips. As he rose to his feet, he knocked your leg off of his shoulder and his fingers buried deeper into your cunt which had your hands pulling at his dress shirt. He continued to pump his fingers in you as his still moist lips brushed against yours.

“Here?” he asked. 

“I don’t care,” you whined, nails nearly tearing through his shirt. 

The sudden absence of his fingers left your mind reeling, but you were finally able to catch your breath after such a long period of pleasurable torture. His hands gripped your hips and quickly spun you around so that you were faced away from him. Bracing your hands against the counter, you yelped slightly as John pushed you forward, forcing you to bend at the waist until your chest pressed against the cool granite. 

“John!” you exclaimed as he began to hike the skirt of your dress up once more. 

“You told me to fuck you properly,” he said as he yanked your panties down. They fell over the curve of your ass and the swell of your thighs until they laid in a wet mess at your ankles. “I don’t plan to disappoint, love.” 

Remaining bent over the counter, you listened to the familiar metallic clink of John’s belt coming undone, quickly followed by the unzipping of his pants. It wasn’t long before the head of his cock tapped against your ass which sent your cunt clenching around nothing. 

“I’m all yours, darling. Only yours. Tell me you understand,” he said, voice low and deep in his throat. 

Just as you opened your mouth to answer him, you felt him prod at your entrance, greedily rubbing along your slit in an attempt to drench himself in your arousal. Swallowing, you shifted on your feet slightly. 

“You’re mine,” you spoke, body tensing from anticipation. 

“That’s fuckin’ right.” 

Without further warning, John slid into you, filling you to the very brim with a single thrust. Your hands clenched into fists, and with no bed sheets to grab, you hit the counter in front of you as your forehead came into contact with the cool surface. He gave you very little time to adjust before he pumped in and out of you, hips slapping against your ass with obscene sounds. Your strained moans only added to the symphony; beautiful legato mewls as you attempted to grab onto anything that you could while John punctuated each thrust with sharp, staccato grunts. 

Already sensitive from his tongue and his fingers, taking his cock so full and suddenly nearly sent you over the edge. A blistering heat prickled across your body, causing sweat to bead along your skin as if the universe attempted to adorn you with rhinestones. John’s hands turned into fists as he gripped the skirt of your dress, keeping it out of his way and using it as leverage to pound into you with little remorse. 

“Jealous thing, aren’t you?” he said through a strained grunt. “Thinkin’ I’ve got eyes for anyone other than you? No, quite the opposite, isn’t it? Why would I ever dream of that silly girl at the dinner party when I’ve got my pretty wife bent over the kitchen counter for me, hm?” 

You tried to come up with a response, but each thrust tore the breath out of your chest. He continually hit so deep, stretched and molded you to his form, that it was impossible to focus on anything else. Judging by the way he continued his rambling, he didn’t seem to mind your strained moans being your only answer to him. 

“No, darling, I’m all yours, always will be. C’mon, say it. Wanna hear it from that sweet mouth of yours,” he prompted. 

It was like he had hard reset your brain. Every time you tried to open your mouth to answer him, nothing but a squeak came out. John’s hand snaked around the front of your hips, and while he continued to thrust his fingers lazily played with your clit. Not enough to get you off, but certainly enough to grab your attention. 

“Say it, love. I can feel how close you are. Say it and I’ll give you what you want.” 

He was close too, you could tell by the guttural strain in his voice alone. Pressing your forehead harder into the countertop, you squeezed your eyes shut as you finally willed your voice to cooperate. 

“You’re mine! All fucking mine, please John, need it so bad,” you babbled half-coherently. 

No longer teasing you, the pressure of John’s fingers on your clit was purely intentional. Swirling, twisting, searing; your orgasm sucked all the air from your lungs until you were reduced to nothing but a writhing mess on the countertop below him. His torso collapsed onto you at the sensation of your cunt attempting to milk him dry, and his teeth nipped at the tip of your ear as he clumsily chased his own high. Once the pressure of overstimulation had built so high that it was almost uncomfortable, John suddenly stilled inside of you, pressing himself up against the stiff curve of your cervix as his cock pulsed inside of you. His grunts softened to heavy panting as he kept himself there, torso pinning you to the counter as he pressed wet and messy kisses to the side of your head. 

The two of you stayed like that for quite some time, but eventually your hips began to ache, and your lungs burned from the added pressure of your husband attempting to crush you with his affection. John slid out of you with a heavy sigh before he assisted you in standing up straight where he let the skirt of your dress flow naturally around your legs before he pulled your back into his chest once more. Content, you leaned your head against him as you tried to ignore the shaking in your knees. But John refused to let you stumble or fall as he kept his arms wrapped securely around your middle while continuing to press kiss after kiss to the side of your head. 

“I love you,” he murmured. “There’s no one I want in this world besides you. I’m sorry about tonight. I’ll pay better attention next time.” 

Still trying to catch your breath, you reached a hand up over your head until you caught the back of John’s neck in your palm. A fine layer of sweat had built up there. You couldn’t imagine how warm he must have felt in his suit. 

“I suppose I can forgive you,” you teased. 

The two of you stayed like that for some time, mumbling sweet nothings to one another, until the exhaustion from the night's events settled deep into your bones. The shower you took together after that washed away any lingering frustration, and the bed seemed twice as warm that night as you were wrapped in his arms. As sleep began to pull at your eyes, all your brain could think about was him, your husband, John Price, and how he was all yours and no one else’s. 

sorry the ending is trash i didn't know how to wrap it up ):

[goddessofvalyria]

Mr. & Mrs. Targaryen pt.4 | Modern!Aemond Targaryen x fem!oc

Summary: Aemond Targaryen is the CEO of the family business, the Targaryen Company and is part of the élite of the King's Landing Society. Daelia Targaryen is the rebellious daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. They meet at a gala, unaware of how that meeting will change things forever...

TW for all the story: 18+, MINORS DNI, She/Her pronouns, the fem!oc is named Daelia Targaryen with long dyed black hair and purple eyes, kissing, sexual themes, dirty talking, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, masturbation (m and f) tits sucking/play, SMUT, sexual tension, sex, violence, guns, alcohol, drugs, angst, sad, death, murder, dark themes, Targcest (he is the uncle and she is the niece, they're Targaryen....) This is a modern Aemond in modern AU.

English is not my first language, be kind and enjoy the fic <3

Words: 2260

Previous part: Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Daelia Targaryen knows exactly what she needs to do.

The moment she left Aemond’s apartment, determination set her jaw tight, and a cold, dangerous glint sparked in her eyes. The knowledge that Floris Baratheon still stands between her and Aemond eats at her like a poison, twisting in her gut with every passing second. If Aemond won’t handle it, she will. There’s no room for anyone else in his life but her.

She get up on her black Maserati to Storm’s End, arriving swiftly and with purpose. The wind whips around her as she steps out, she doesn’t bother with pleasantries or permission; she’s a Targaryen, and her name alone grants her entrance. She strides through the cold, stone halls of the Baratheon estate with a confidence that borders on arrogance, her heels clicking against the flagstone floors with each purposeful step.

She finds Floris in a secluded courtyard, surrounded by roses that pale in comparison to Daelia’s own burning beauty. Floris looks up from where she’s been reading, her serene expression faltering at the sight of Daelia standing there, her presence a stark contrast to the calm surroundings.

“Daelia?” Floris’s voice is soft, confused, but there’s a flicker of fear in her eyes. “What are you doing here?”

Daelia smirks, her lips curling into a mocking smile as she takes a step closer. “I’m here to see you, of course” she replies, her tone saccharine sweet, dripping with false politeness. “I thought we should have a little chat. About Aemond.”

Floris’s face pales slightly, her grip tightening on the book in her hands. “Aemond? What about him?”

“What about him?” Daelia repeats with a mocking laugh. She steps closer, her eyes narrowing with contempt. “You know, Floris, I almost feel sorry for you. Sitting here in your little fantasy, thinking you actually stand a chance with him.”

Floris stands, her posture defensive. “We’re engaged” she says, her voice wavering slightly. “He’s promised to me, Daelia. Whatever you think is going on, he’s still mine.”

Daelia’s laughter is sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. “Oh, you poor, naive girl. He was never yours to begin with.” She steps closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. “Aemond doesn’t want you, Floris. He never did. He’s mine. He always has been, and he always will be.”

Tears well up in Floris’s eyes, but she stands her ground, her chin trembling with the effort. “No” she whispers, her voice breaking. “You’re lying. He would have told me if that were true.”

Daelia’s smile is cruel, predatory. “Believe what you want, but Aemond and I… we’re one. We’re going to be together, no matter what. And there’s nothing you or your pathetic family can do about it.”

Floris’s face crumples, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Please” she begs, her voice barely a whisper. “Please, don’t do this. I love him.”

Daelia’s expression hardens, her patience wearing thin. “Love?” she scoffs, her voice icy. “You don’t know the meaning of the word. But you will, soon enough.”

In one swift motion, Daelia reaches into her coat, pulling out a sleek, silver pistol. The suddenness of the action makes Floris gasp, her eyes widening in terror. “Daelia, no—”

But Daelia’s finger tightens on the trigger without hesitation, her expression cold, detached. The gunshot echoes through the courtyard, the sound reverberating off the stone walls. Floris’s body crumples to the ground, lifeless, a crimson stain spreading across her pale blue dress.

Daelia doesn’t flinch. She simply stares down at the body, her expression impassive, almost bored. “Goodbye, Floris and fuck your stupid love” she mutters, turning on her heel and walking away without a second glance.

She knows what she’s done, and she feels no remorse. She’s done it for Aemond, for them. Nothing and no one will stand in their way now.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚✩༊* 

Back in King’s Landing, Aemond paces his apartment, unease twisting in his gut. Something about the way Daelia left this morning has left him on edge. There was a look in her eyes—a strange, almost feral determination that he couldn’t quite place. His thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of his phone, and he answers it, his heart already sinking with a sense of foreboding.

The voice on the other end is Lord Borros Baratheon, and Aemond’s blood runs cold at his words. “She’s dead” Borros says, his voice choked with a mixture of grief and fury. “My daughter, Floris… someone murdered her... and... and the security cameras were not active today, there was an electrical failure due to a storm.”

Aemond closes his eyes, a strange mix of emotions swirling within him. He knows who did it; there’s no doubt in his mind. Daelia, his niece. She killed Floris, and he can’t help the surge of twisted pride that wells up in him. She did it for him, for their love.

Feigning regret, he responds, his voice carefully measured. “I’m so sorry, Lord Borros. I… I don’t know what to say. This is a terrible loss.”

"I understand Mr. Targaryen. My other daughters are married, so… I think our arrangements end there." Lord Borros says, Aemond smirks. "Alright, condolences for Floris."

He hangs up, his face calm, but his mind is already racing ahead, thinking of what he needs to do next.

He heads to the jewelry store, his decision already made. He scans the display cases, his eyes landing on a ring that seems to call out to him—a white gold band with a sapphire and diamonds. It’s perfect, a reflection of their unbreakable bond. He buys it without hesitation, knowing that tonight, they will seal their fate.

Later that evening, under the cover of darkness, they meet in his car. Aemond had told her to get dressed up for dinner, Daelia returned to her house as if nothing had happened and gets into the car wearing a long black dress and a pair of Louboutin, she smells expensive and her lips are red.

Daelia’s eyes are alight with triumph, a dangerous gleam that only makes Aemond’s heart race faster.

"I know what you did" Aemond speaks for first. "I did it for love, uncle." she looks at him. "Nobody knows. I did it all by myself and I was so discrete and fast. She's gone,"

"I'm sorry if I told you that we were going on a restaurant, but..."

He takes her hand, slipping the ring onto her finger, the sapphire gleaming in the moonlight.

“We’ll marry tonight” he whispers, his voice filled with conviction. “In secret. Just you and me. No one else matters.”

Daelia smiles, her expression fierce and victorious. “I knew you’d understand, my love” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss him, her lips brushing against his in a sweet, lingering kiss.

“Now that we’re one, no one can tear us apart.”

Aemond pulls her closer, his lips claiming hers with a hunger that matches her own. “No one” he agrees softly, the words a vow, a promise of what’s to come. "You little insane girl."

"Mmh, don't talks to me like this uncle. You makes me so damn horny" and Aemond cannot think of how after their marriage he will fucks her in his bed, knowing that she is his.

Together, they know they are dangerous, a force to be reckoned with. But they are also destined, bound by something far stronger than any family feud or societal expectation. And tonight, they will make that bond unbreakable, sealing it with a kiss and a vow, forever united in their shared darkness.

The secret ceremony is over quickly in Baelor's Temple, the vows exchanged in hushed whispers beneath the cover of darkness. There are no witnesses save for the stars above and the wind that rustles the leaves. Aemond and Daelia stand close, their hands intertwined, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. The weight of what they’ve just done hangs heavy in the air between them, but it is not a burden. It is a release. A promise. A sealing of their fate.

Aemond’s eyes never leave Daelia’s as he slips the white gold ring with the sapphire and diamonds onto her finger, the gem catching the moonlight and glowing like a secret only they share. Daelia gazes up at him, her violet eyes burning with a fire that mirrors his own.

They are one now. Husband and wife. Bound together by blood and passion, by danger and desire.

Without a word, Aemond leads her away from the temple, his grip firm and possessive. They make their way back to his apartment in Targaryen Tower, the city of King’s Landing a blur around them. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, but one thing is clear: Daelia is his now, completely and utterly his. And he will never let her go.

Once inside the apartment, the door barely closes behind them before Aemond has Daelia pressed up against it, his lips crashing down onto hers with a ferocity that steals her breath away. She moans into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.

“Aemond, uncle” she gasps between kisses, her voice breathy and filled with need. But he doesn’t give her a chance to say more. He kisses her harder, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her flush against him. The intensity between them is electric, a raw, primal hunger that threatens to consume them both.

He lifts her effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom, their lips never parting. He lays her down on the bed with a roughness that sends a thrill through her, his body hovering over hers, his eyes dark with desire.

“You’re mine now” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “All mine, Mrs. Targaryen”

Daelia’s heart races, her body arching up to meet his, craving the heat of his touch. “Yes” she breathes, her voice a sultry whisper. “Yours. Only yours Mr. Targaryen”

Aemond’s hands move to the fabric of her dress, tearing it away with a swift, decisive motion, leaving her bare before him. His eyes roam over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of skin, a possessive hunger burning in his gaze.

“You’ve always been mine” he murmurs, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands exploring her body with a rough, possessive touch. “But now… now you’re mine in every way.”

His words send a shiver down her spine, her breath hitching in her throat as he continues his descent, his lips and teeth grazing her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She can feel his need, his desperation, matching her own, and it only makes her want him more.

Aemond moves over her, positioning himself between her thighs, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that takes her breath away. “I’m going to make you mine again, Daelia” he whispers, his voice dark and dangerous. “In every way.”

She moans in response, her body trembling with anticipation, her hips bucking up to meet his. “Do it” she whispers, her voice breathless, a challenge in her eyes. “Make me yours for all the rest of our lives”

"Take me raw uncle, no condom."

With a growl of desire, Aemond thrusts into her, hard and deep, eliciting a gasp from her lips. He doesn’t hold back, his movements rough and demanding, his hands gripping her hips with a bruising force. Each thrust is a claim, a mark of possession, and Daelia meets him with equal fervor, her nails digging into his back, urging him on.

Their sex is raw and untamed, a clash of bodies and wills, a battle of dominance and submission. Aemond’s lips find hers again, their kiss wild and desperate, their breaths mingling, their moans filling the room.

He moves faster, harder, his hand moving down to grip her thigh, pulling her leg up around his waist to deepen the angle, to feel her more fully. She cries out his name, her voice a mix of pleasure and need, her body arching beneath him as she feels herself nearing the edge.

“Aemond" she gasps, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin. “Please…”

He smirks down at her, his thrusts never faltering. “I want you pregnant, Daelia” he teases, his voice a low, seductive growl. “Carrying my child. Bearing my heirs. I want everyone to know you’re mine in every way.”

The words send a shockwave of desire through her, her body responding with a desperate need that borders on pain. “Yes” she moans, her voice raw with emotion. “Yes, Aemond… yours.”

With a final, powerful thrust, they both reach their climax, their bodies trembling, their breaths mingling in a shared, ragged gasp. Aemond holds her tight, his lips finding hers in a searing, passionate kiss that seals their fate, their bond unbreakable.

As they collapse onto the bed, their bodies entwined, their breaths heavy and sated, Aemond pulls her close, his hand resting possessively on her still-flat stomach.

“Mine” he whispers again, his voice filled with a dark, possessive pride.

Daelia smiles, a satisfied, wicked smile, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. “Yours” she agrees, her voice a soft purr.

“Now and always, husband or I should say Mr. Targaryen?”

And as they lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, they know that no one—not their families, not their enemies, not anyone—will ever be able to tear them apart.

They are one, united by love and darkness, bound by a shared desire that burns hotter than any flame.

[obsessedtomone]

Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 3 - Avoidance▸Shigaraki x femReader

Summary:

◤You roll your eyes. Why the fuck do you feel like you’ve done something wrong—like it’s your fault? Didn’t you bury all those useless feelings all the way down? Clearly not. 

Maybe it’s the guilt streak that you’ve been on since your class together on Monday, combined with ghosting that guy at the arcade, that prompts you to go ahead and do something really, really stupid.

“Hey,” you whisper, tapping your fingers against the surface of the neighboring desk to get his attention. Why are you doing this again? 

“Hey, dude.” You test his patience a little louder this time and he turns his head, glaring daggers at you.◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four

Chapter 3 - Avoidance

Ding!

The front door to the store opens and another customer strolls in, politely getting in line behind the one you’re about to serve.

“Hi, how may I help you today?” you ask, giving them your fakest smile and using the most saccharine high-pitched voice that would put discord kittens to shame.

It’s Wednesday today and this marks your third shift at Cinnabon. You had to look for a job after buying one too many League skins, your scholarship not being enough to cover all of your bills in the past few months. You’re still refusing to come to terms with how financially wasteful you generally are, especially when it comes to detrimental impulse-purchases for in-game cosmetics.

It’s gonna be fiiiine, you tell yourself, there’s no way this will bite you in the ass!

Except it has and you’ve already had to borrow money from Taylor before, otherwise you would’ve been evicted. 

That in and of itself was a huge wake-up call to you, since it’s a) absolutely shameful to owe your friend rent money, because you couldn’t help yourself pimping out your online-pixels (you do look bitchin’, though) and b) ridiculously terrifying, because what if your friend didn’t exist to pick you up? What then? 

You don’t want to get your ass kicked out on the streets mid-semester in autumn and end up making buddies with the bridge hobos. You really can’t afford that, and unlike most people, you lack the safety net to fall back on. There’s no family on standby for you, ready to jump whenever you sink. So let this be the last fucking time you’ll ever need anyone’s help getting by.

You don’t need anyone to fucking save you. 

Not anymore.

Which brings you to the current part-time, where you work from 5 PM to 11 PM.

“Anything else, sir?” Gene assists you while bagging the delicious cinnamon buns for the customer to take home. You ended up getting sick of the cinnamon smell pretty much by the end of your first shift on the job.

Secretly rolling your eyes at the way the customer throws you his change, you briefly glance at the clock. 

It’s currently 10:45 PM and the mall is about to close down for the day. Most of the footsteps are thankfully dwindling down and setting pace towards the exit, while the stores around Cinnabon already let their front shutters down.

Gene shoots you and Mary, your teenage(?) coworker, a pointed look.

“You kids can start cleaning up, I’ll do inventory.”

He’s in his late 50s, wearing a pair of yellow-tinted glasses (ones that you’re pretty sure went out of style around ‘09) and hiding his receding hairline under the Cinnabon cap that’s part of your uniform get-up. This is Gene, the legend who hired an ambitionless brat like you on spot.

He’d said he “Saw potential in you, kid,” whatever the fuck that meant. 

You didn’t argue, though, not when you can use the slightly-above-minimum-wage job. So here you fucking are, trying your damnedest not to beat the living shit out of every second asshole who walks in here and acts like they fucking own you.

“You girls can leave after you’re done, I’ll close up. Good work today,” he says as he does every time, and without fail, you also routinely respond with an:

“I’ll stay and help.”

Mary had already bounced by now, saying she had to catch a movie with a friend or something. You didn’t really listen to her rambling because you really didn’t care.

“Nah, this is part of my routine. Go home and catch some Z’s, kiddo. You look like you need it,” he dismisses you with a smug smile. 

You almost want to tell them that you’ll probably use that time to sink more countless hours in some videogame instead, but you hold back.

So instead of replying, you just nod, grab your things and leave dressed in your work uniform. You’re too tired to change your clothes and decide you’ll catch the bus like this, even though you probably smell like a whole ass cinnamon factory. 

God, you can’t wait to get home and wash this shit off.

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The cool air of humid rainy weather hits your warm oven-baked cheeks first, as you step outside of the mall. 

It’s already so dark, but since this is the posh part of the city you live in, you’re quite unlikely to run into as many weirdos as you would in your own neighborhood alleyway.

On your way to the bus station, you notice a small arcade and wonder if you should go in for a round. It’s probably a bad idea, considering you’re tight on savings… but it’s not like your trigger-spending habits will disappear overnight, so—

Fuck it.

Unable to resist temptation, you reach into your pockets to feel for any coins, and when you finally find a (very) small fortune of today’s tips, you step inside.

You’re greeted by a flurry of different sensations as you step into the colorful wonderland of electronic games. The first thing that your awareness picks up being the cacophony of familiar sounds, such as the clinking of coins, or many different old games screaming for you to play them. 

The second thing you notice is the variety of screens and their rainbow of glowing colors, casting light on a floor that hasn’t been cleaned in god knows how long.

Then there’s the smell. A tinge of candy-like sweetness in the otherwise stuffy room, seeing as the only real ventilation the place gets, is when people pass through the automatic sliding doors.

It’s a pleasant chaos that throws you right to the past. You don’t usually find yourself in arcades, for the simple fact that you have a pretty good gaming rig at home—and because you are a social recluse.

You make your way through the maze of games, claw machines, gambling stations and the like, feeling your heartbeat pick up in excitement for the first time in a while, and keeping an eye out for your favorite arcade game:

Sunset Riders.

That game was like your bread and butter when you were a kid. 

Whenever your shitty foster parents were too busy knocking each other’s teeth out, you’d snatch some of their hidden savings and slip outside of the house to run to the local arcade—nevermind that the reason they were fighting was because they blamed each other for the disappearing funds, thinking booze and gambling. 

You walk around the few rows of machines without any luck and almost give up when you reach the back of the venue—until you finally see it, shining in all its glory.

But much to your disappointment, some fucking guy is already occupying the machine.

The establishment is almost empty this late in the day, save for a group of drunk students you saw on the way here and maybe the bozo trying to win his girlfriend an overpriced stuffed animal at one of the rigged claw machines.

So what’s the fucking chance some guy hogs a game that came out decades ago, the one night you decide to walk into this arcade?

Astronomical, you decide.

He side-eyes you for a second when he notices you standing there with a look of thought on your face, and when you turn on your heel to leave, he speaks up: 

“Oh, u-umm—you—you don’t have to leave!” He scratches the back of his head and mumbles in a boyish voice. 

The guy looks like he’s in his twenties, but you can’t be sure under the flickering dimmed screens and the overall dark ambient. He has long hair that seems either red or purple and wears a black jacket on top of a (possibly) white hoodie.

“I was just about to quit anyway. You can have it.” He exits his round and turns to you, mouth opening and closing before he continues speaking, “Have you, uh—have you played this one before?” he asks, fidgeting. “Ah, shit. That was a stupid question, wasn’t it? Ha ha… sorry.”

There’s no way you’d walk all the way to the back of an arcade for a game if you didn’t know about it beforehand, he quickly realizes. And for some reason that was his tipping point, the one that pushes him to abruptly take his leave, walking past you. 

But before he’s out of hearing range, your mouth opens to answer.

“I used to play this a lot as a kid,” you say, throwing a thumb back, towards the machine, wondering why exactly you’re revealing this piece of information to a complete fucking stranger. It’s so extremely unlike you.

He turns around, eyes wide and he rewards you with a nervous smile. “Y-Yeah? Same here! I used to play this shit all the time, actually. It’s my favorite a-arcade g-game.”

You briefly wonder if he’s stuttering because of his nature or if you came across as unapproachable, as your insecurity goblins were tap-dancing on top of your brain, recalling various people telling you they avoided you because they thought you were a bitch.

Most of the time, it served you well. You don’t talk to people, you don’t engage in banter or meaningless small-talk with them. You’ve made one friend in god knows how many years, for fuck’s sake.

So why are you doing something so unlike you today?

“Yeah,” you reply with a smile of your own. “It’s my favorite too. Honestly, I didn’t expect this tiny ass arcade to even have a copy.”

He frowns at you as though you’d insulted his ancestors. 

“Huh?! It’s not that small, man! T-They have plenty of games, I could show you!” he speaks up, if a little too loudly, then proceeds to stumble on his words, and get red in the face. Or purple. You couldn’t be sure. “A-Ah! Shit—I mean, if—if you’d like to. M-My name’s Shuichi!” 

“Alright, Shuichi,” you say, letting out a rare giggle and cocking your brow. “Lead the fucking way.”

His eyes go wide in presumably shock. You actually said yes to that word vomit and didn’t up and leave. It was something that took you by surprise too, if you were honest.

But you never are. Time passes by and you guys proceed to spend the next few hours showing each other ‘epic’ strategies and tricks for different machines, as well as taking mental notes of the games that looked interesting to you, thinking about trying them again some other time.

You’re genuinely having fun. Like, tons.

However, the clock is already hitting two in the dead of the fucking night and you do actually have classes in the morning.

“Hey, dude?” you ask, slightly distracted by the co-op game you were playing for the past half hour.

“Yeah?” Shuichi replies, half-listening and struggling to keep up with you, not expecting to be bested at yet another one of his favorite games—or close to all of the games you guys have tried for that matter. You kinda remind him of—

“Sorry, but I gotta bounce after this round. Got class in the morning.” You squint, trying to catch the last few aliens that were escaping your aim.

“O-Oh.” His fingers freeze on the joystick and his character idly walks into a wall, getting swarmed before it dies. “C-Can I…”

“Hm?” you ask with an encouraging nod in his direction, clearing the round on your own and exiting the game.

“Can I—uh—can I have your number? O-Or discord tag? Or e-mail or… or anything?” The purple haired boy asks with way too many words, but that didn’t bother you.

“Sorry, I only use the telegraph,” you tease.

“H-Huh?”

“Err, nothing… I was joking. Here.” You throw him your ancient phone. “I’ll, uh, text you when I’m home.”

It seems to take him a second to process it, glancing at your device after which he bursts out laughing, if a little too loudly. One of your eyebrows raises in response.

“D-Do they—hahaha—do they even manufacture these anymore?” he asks between his fits of breathy laughter, making you pinch your brows together.

“Hey! It can call, text and it plays music,” you say, knowing Spotify does freeze like half the fucking time. You roll your eyes, though, his contagious nerdy laughter infecting you and making you giggle as well. “It’s really not that bad, okay?”

“Sure, sure. Here, take it back before it falls apart in my hands and you ask me to buy you a new one. Pretty sure it’d cost me a fortune, since you probably own the last of its kind,” he says, his remark making you snort and you snatch your artifact from him, putting it back in your pocket.

“Whatever you say, dude. Catch you later.” You smile fondly before turning to leave.

“W-Will you, uh… really text me back? I… It’s gonna sound super lame, I know, but I don’t make friends often and, uh… it was really fun to play with you.”

“Sure,” you lie, “I had hella fun too. See you around?” 

“For sure!”

You wave at him, finally going on your way home.

You feel gross, not only because you’re still dressed in your uniform, but also because of the tinge of sadness that’s now lingering in your heart for a second time this week.

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Class is almost full as it usually is, and you take the seat in the back as you usually do.

It’s comp-sci again and you half-wonder if that weird guy’s gonna show up today or if he’s going to skip. The two of you share CS classes about twice a week, with you last seeing him on Monday. 

Monday where you blatantly ignored him and left him hanging like an asshole.

In your (totally unbiased) opinion, the jerk fucking deserved it, but if you thought about it really hard—if you properly squinted—you’d admit that your antagonistic nature did not help the few encounters you two had.

Too bad you generally don’t like to think too hard.

The bell rings, the professor enters the classroom and you realize you might not be seeing your creepy acquaintance today. A relief, honestly. You didn’t know how to deal with his weird mood-swings last time and you don’t know if you want to deal with them this time either.

But you’re never lucky, because you see a pale, slouched, lanky figure trudging amongst other students. You observe carefully and fortunately for you, he seems to aim for an open front row seat—the one that’s as far from you as possible. Your best guess right now is that he can’t stand sitting next to you again after the last interaction.

Good riddance, you think.

But you don’t fucking mean it for some reason.

And yet again, you could never be that fucking lucky, because one of the students he was going to sit next to gets startled by his mere presence, and then anxiously denies him the seat (possibly in favor of their own friend coming in late). He must’ve said something in return, because you see the student flinching and then he resigns to moving towards the back row, a deep scowl forming on his face before you look away from him.

The asshole wouldn’t sit anywhere next to you this time around, leaving a considerable gap of three whole open seats between the two of you—god forbid you infect him with something. 

Common sense, maybe. Not that you have any, but… it’s probably more than he does, right?

Him treating you like decomposing garbage and putting space in between, leaves you feeling something indescribable twist inside your gut. 

You roll your eyes. Why the fuck do you feel like you’ve done something wrong—like it’s your fault? Didn’t you bury all those useless feelings all the way down? Clearly not. 

Maybe it’s the guilt streak that you’ve been on since your class together on Monday, combined with ghosting that guy at the arcade, that prompts you to go ahead and do something really, really stupid.

“Hey,” you whisper, tapping your fingers against the surface of the neighboring desk to get his attention. Why are you doing this again? 

“Hey, dude.” You test his patience a little louder this time and he turns his head, glaring daggers at you.

“What the fuck do you want, tramp?” he spits at you in a low and cold grating voice while tapping away at his phone. “Buzz off, before I break that stupid little face of yours.”

Alright, he definitely closed himself off after last time, lock and fucking key.

Scoffing, you reply with a “Whatever” and turn back to your seat with a scowl.

You don’t notice him raising an angry brow when you start typing at your assignments.

Nor do you see the questions arising in his mind.

His carmine eyes observe you carefully for just a second longer, looking at you like you were some kind of anomaly—a glitch in the game, after which he ignores you completely for the rest of the class, the blatant attitude aggravating your already bad mood.

“For the next project, you’ll work in groups of four. I’ve uploaded the list of themes and added the corresponding names. My only request is for everyone to reach out and cooperate with each other, meaning team effort will be the key here,” Mr Reynolds speaks, gesturing to the entirety of the room. “Deadline is in two weeks from now and tardiness will not be tolerated. All groups will get enough time to present in front of the class.”

The teacher goes on to talk about some more details that will likely be in the briefing of your class, but you don’t bother to check any of it, packing your stuff into your bag and making a beeline for the exit as soon as the bell rings.

For some reason, you feel kind of upset—no, really fucking upset at the earlier interaction, and you don’t really understand why.

The universe, however, wouldn’t allow you to dwell on this feeling much longer.

[scare-ard--sleigh]

tagged by @maplefiasco 8 shows to get to know me uhhhh in no particular order!!

tagging (no pressure tho!) ;; @cauldronofmorning @angellspt @spacephrasing @ambrwolf @wesninskijr @rolodextra @zapkilikan and anyone else who wants to do it !

what we do in the shadows: wwdits caters to me so heavily. it captures all of my genders. everyone's hot and fucking each other and they're all so fucking stupid. i've watched it 90 billion times and i still laugh bc the jokes still make me laugh.

midnight mass: we're setting aside my taste in men for a minute here. midnight mass does a really excellent job capturing the more horrifying aspects of growing up as an outsider in a very tight-knit religious community. i've never seen that done in a way that's resonated so much. i talked about this show a lot in therapy. plus okay fine; father skinnyjeans thee vampire [chef's kiss.]

the magicians: idk how to sum up the everything about the magicians in a few sentences. i have an eliot prayer candle lmao, his arc and his friendships and the way he does masculinity are so important to me despite the writing having a few missteps (mind the warnings definitely.) the fandom experience is unlike anything i've ever had, yes derogatorily but also in a really good way--my writing got so good because of the things that i created for this show.

steven universe / sailor moon: i combined them because while they're separately very important to me, it's for a lot of the same reasons and i don't feel right putting one without the other. i'm very saccharine underneath everything, i wanna believe love and friendship can heal anything. i grew up on sailor moon, and i think su would have had the same impact on me if i was the right age.

daredevil: where do i even start :( human disaster matt murdock is just like me fr. foggy nelson is who i wish i was (he also reminds me so much of my husband.) i almost went to law school bc of this fucking show. it's the first time i ever saw two guys crying during an argument bc they love each other that much (nelson v murdock is a treasure of an episode.) i didn't dig s3 as much and i hated the defenders but god the rest of it's so good.

bob's burgers: it's less because i think it's deeply telling and more because it's 100% comfort food. if i'm sick or stoned or sad or trying to find a crowdpleaser, bob's is always my go-to. their family and bob & linda's parenting methods are a lot of what i picture for myself when the time comes.

death note: death note was the thing i was obsessed with as a teenager and while i missed a lot of the point of it, it also is what started making me smarter about media consumption, interpretation, and analysis. mello is also like thee gender of all time.

succession: the latest and greatest "oh jeez that's me." like firstly i love watching shows about terrible rich people but to dig deeper: some of the dynamics hit soooo fucking close. i feel like the portrayal of mental illness and abuse are done almost too well: proceed with caution.

honorable mentions:

buffy the vampire slayer: buffy was the first show i ever got like really, really obsessed with (as well as the first canon i ever tried to make an oc for) but it's almost impossible to recommend for actual viewing bc of how badly it's aged. i didn't rewatch it for the many years, cringed through the last one, and am at permanent hiatus since we've entered the Joyce Is Dying arc which is just like painful to watch on top of the uhhh. joss whedon writing.

archer fx: i don't think archer's necessarily required viewing to get to know me, but i've definitely done some of my best writing for that canon and if you're willing to listen to me talk ad nauseam about archer and cyril's dynamic i'll probably love you forever.

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Extraordinary Attorney Woo: A classic in the making (Midseason spoiler-free review)

Whoa whoa!

I don't like to exaggerate, nor do I like giving out 10 stars willy-nilly, but so far this show has definitely deserved it. I've seen every episode at least twice since the beginning and Wednesdays can't come any sooner!

Disclaimer: I am not an expert in autism spectrum disorders so I can't comment on the accuracy beyond trivial observations.

Story: I love the pacing so far. The first episode was perfect in establishing the main characters and making the audience ask questions to be answered next week. This set the formula for subsequent episodes, and with the watercooler effect that we're experiencing, the viewers are constantly at the edge of their seat waiting for what's to come. I really appreciate how points of conflict are addressed at the appropriate time. For example, the drama surrounding Attorney Woo's family is hinted at by the end of ep. 2, confirmed at the end of ep. 6, then talked about by the end of ep. 8, with enough room in the rest of the show's run to elaborate. That's really good pacing. Older dramas would have waited around ep. 14 to do anything about it in a cheap attempt to get viewers to stay tuned.

There's something healing about this drama, whether it's the characters or the cases or the visuals, or maybe all of it combined. Almost everyone is likeable in the show but it doesn't ever feel too saccharine because of the weight of the cases (assault, murder, copyright disputes, gentrification). Young-woo has a great supervisor, a wonderful dad, a few amazing friends, and a huge green flag of a love interest. But she also has a big rival and critics who may or may not be set in their understanding of her.

I'm not the type to seek out romance in dramas, but the one featured here is healthy and seems to ask the right questions. (Episode 10 premiers tonight so I can't say more). I like that it's not romance for the sake of romance, but because it's just a part of life that Young-woo would have to encounter at some point. And personally, I pay more attention to Young-woo's friendship with Dong Geurami and Choi Su-yeon. I love how they look out for her but also talk to her the way they would talk to any other adult.

Acting / Cast: Park Eun-bin! I think many would agree that if she doesn't get recognized at Baeksang, then something is clearly wrong with their criteria. What a layered performance. We know that Young-woo is a genius but her intelligence still has limits, like in ep 6. She can also be blindsided by passion despite being awkward with emotions. On the other hand, we know she's not stupid and has a lot of common sense. She can be blunt and misread social cues but she's never annoying or overly cute. We see all of this in every scene. Her acting at the end of ep 8 alone is worth all the awards. You can see Young-woo processing complex feelings and choosing her words very carefully to react to what's been said to her.

The same could be said about the supporting cast and guest actors. I was particularly impressed by Moon Sang-hoon who played Kim Jeong hoon (Peng-soo) in ep. 3. Overall, the chemistry between all of them is undeniable and the director has done a marvellous job balancing these big personalities on screen.

Music: Adorable, warm, optimistic OST. My personal favorites are "Beyond My Dreams" by Sunwoojunga and "Inevitable" by Suzy. But the whole OST is fitting and the editing is appropriate in the show.

So why do I think that Extraordinary Attorney Woo is a classic in the making? It's because of the careful balance it manages to strike between sweet and realistic, funny and mature, healing and intriguing. The most beloved dramas tend to share these qualities but EAW has the advantage when it comes to its premise and setting. Young-woo's condition allows for a fresh take on emotions in a setting that deals with very emotional cases.

Midseason verdict: 10 / 10. Even if it’s not a whale.

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[forever-rogue]

Only You (A Good Man)

A/N: Hello my sunshines! I’m back with another little installment of the AGM ‘verse with our favorite Javi and Dulzura! I love them so much and I’m glad y’all do too! This is just some sweetness - enjoy!  As always, comments and feedback are welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged let me know! Xx

*can be read as a standalone or part of the ‘verse as a whole*

Pairing: Professor! Javi x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: language, smut (18+ only!)

A GOOD MAN ‘VERSE MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

JAVIER MASTERLIST

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“Dulzura?” Javier’s voice sounded concerned as he walked in the door and was immediately greeted by a large sigh from the dining room. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his briefcase by the door, pausing for a moment to reach down and pet Stevie. A quiet slew of curses met his ears as he padded down the hall to find you. 

He paused in the doorway, leaning against it as a small smile crossed his features. You were sitting at the head of the table, papers and fabric samples and flowers all around you. Your hands were threaded in your hair as you stared at everything with an exasperated expression. Even if you hadn’t heard him come in, you easily sensed your fiancé’s presence and looked up to meet his soft brown eyes. Tension seemed to leave your body at the sight of your lover as he strode over and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Humming slightly, he looked around at everything that appeared to be the bane of your existence as he realized this was all for the wedding. 

“Hi Javi,” you relaxed ever so slightly as his large, skilled hands massaged your aching shoulders. Biting your lip, it became a herculean task to hold back your moans as he worked on easing the knots that had been plaguing you, “fuck Javi.”

“Normally you save that for-”

“Shut up!” you jokingly groaned as you put your hands on top of his and gave them a small squeeze, “such a cocky bastard.”

“And yet you’re marrying me,” you turned to face him but before you could do anything else, he captured your lips with his in a soft, saccharine kiss. That was definitely the best, and his favorite, way to get you to relax. 

“I’m starting to question that,” you huffed when he pulled back, a confused expression crossing his features. His heart instantly felt like it was about to burst out of his chest as he stared at you; sometimes this still all felt like some sort of fever dream and you weren’t actually real. Like you were a figment of imagination that he used to cope with the reality of everyday life. But then...you were there to welcome him home with open arms every night. You were there, warm, soft, and gentle next to him every morning; sometimes you even woke him with gentle touches and kisses. You were here now, in his hands, literally and metaphorically, the ring on your left hand catching the light perfectly as he grounded himself and forced himself to remember that this was all real. 

You noticed the momentarily distressed look on his face and shook your head, “oh, Javier, no! You know I didn’t mean it like that, my love. If there is one thing in this world I am sure about - it’s you. I just...I don’t know about all of these wedding planning. It’s starting to drive me crazy.”

“I feel like I haven’t helped,” he sighed as you slammed the book of cake photos shut and pushed it away and quickly stood up. Javier wasted no time in wrapping you up in his arms as you buried your face into his neck and inhaled his familiar scent; an instant sense of comfort and relaxation washed over you, “I’m sorry for not being more helpful. I’ll make more of an effort - this isn’t all your job.”

“It’s just...who knew that planning a wedding takes this much time and effort,” you groaned as you thought about all the plans you still needed to finalize and settle. It seemed like a task akin to an odyssey and you weren’t sure if it would ever come together, “all this trouble - and for what? One day of celebration for the people in our lives? To prove to them that we love each other?”

“It’s still months and months away,” the ex-DEA tried his best to reassure you as you just huffed with a bout of sarcastic laughter in his shoulder. He’d been through a lot of shit - seen even more - and yet none of that seemed as daunting as planning a wedding. Needless to say, he hadn’t played a big part in planning his first wedding, the one that had never happened thanks to him. It was all for the best, he’d come to realize over, because all of this had led him to you. He kissed your cheek, “we’ll get it all done.”

“I hope so,” you groaned lightly, deciding to push the thought of more planning out of your head; at least for this evening, “come on baby, let’s go out tonight, what do you say? I want a break from all of this, and I’m sure you’re just as tired.”

“Sounds perfect,” he beamed at you, “how about I take my wife to her favorite restaurant and then a movie?”

“How did you know what I was thinking?” you grinned at him before gently kissing his nose, “only one problem…”

“Oh?”

“I’m not your wife - not quite yet,” you reminded him as he just responded with a hearty laugh, “and who knows when it will be at this rate!”

“Relax, Dulzura,” he whispered as he held you close, “it will happen in time, just as it was meant to, I promise.”

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“Fuck,” you could barely hold back your moan, biting on your bottom lip so hard you were sure it would bleed any moment as Javier buried himself between your legs. He hummed in content as you reached down and hand a hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp, “Javier, right there - please.”

“Always taste so good,” he whispered as he pulled back for a moment and kissed along your thigh; you were so close, and he knew exactly what he was doing - getting you closer and closer and then drawing out your orgasm. Sometimes you could kill him for doing so, but tonight it felt just right. He licked up your soaked folders, nose nudging your clit as he ate you out like a man starving, “just like fucking candy.”

“Jesus,” your eyes snapped shut as he added in two fingers, curling them just right to find your sweet spot. He moved his free hand to your hips as he tried to keep you still as you writhed under him, “so close, Javi.”

“Then you need to cum for me,” he insisted with a wicked smirk you could feel against your skin, “come on baby.”

“No, no, no,” you tugged lightly on hair, pulling his face away and causing him to look at you in confusion, “want you inside of me - want you to cum in me.”

“Shit,” he made a low, almost visceral sound as he hastily worked to pull off his jeans and threw them into the heap that contained your clothes. You reached for him and brought him up to your lips, kissing him as though your life depended on it, making it a point to leave marks that everyone would see, letting the world know he was yours. He moaned into your mouth as he lined himself up at your entrance before slowly pushing in. His eyes closed as your tight, warmness hugged him perfectly, “fuck, you feel so perfect - always do.”

“I love you,” you whispered softly at him, as he buried his face into your chest, “only you, Javier.”

"I love you, Dulzura," he kissed along your jaw as he set a languid, slow pace, hitting it right with every thrust. You reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him down to your lips and you could practically feel him smiling against you as he worked to pull small moans. And then - it hit him.

"Let's get married tomorrow."

"W-what?" it was somewhere between shock and a moan as Javier rolled his hips in a particularly deep thrust. He pulled back slightly and judging by the look in his soft brown eyes, you could see he meant it. This wasn't just some spur of the moment thing he'd decided on in the throws of passion. 

He slowly switched positions so he was lying on his back and you were on top. The newfound angle made your eyes almost roll back as he stared at you in reverence. His large hands found purchase on your hips as you slowly bounced on his cock. His hips moved in time with yours, "I mean it. Let's just get married - fuck. Want to call you my wife already."

"Javier," you looked down at him with searing intensity before leaning down to kiss him. You could feel him start to twitch within you as your velvety walls started to clamp down on him, "I'm gonna-"

But you didn’t get a chance to say anything else as your orgasm washed over you, and nothing but soft mewls and moans spilled from your lips as you kissed him. Javi was close behind, filling you up with his hot cum, as he pulled you down to body and held you tightly. 

The two of you stayed like that for some, trying to catch your breath and slow your racing heart as he continued to kiss you silly. It was such a tender thing, but so sweet and intimate that you never wanted it to end. 

Once you came down from your high, you pulled back and grinned at him, nuzzling your nose against his before kissing him again. 

“Did you mean it?” you asked him gently as a grin spread across his features and he nodded slowly, “you really want to skip the whole wedding and just go and get married at the city hall?”

“Mhmm,” he promised, “planning a wedding...it’s so much stress and time, and for what? Other people? We already know we love each other and we’re not going anywhere, what does it matter? This is for us.”

“Our families will be pissed,” you laughed as he just scoffed and shrugged his shoulders, “but they’ll get over it. I love you, Javier - and nothing would make me happier than being your wife. Let’s do it.”

“You’re sure?” he put his hand on your cheek as you nodded, “I don’t want you to do this and then regret it. If you want a big wedding, I’ll get you the biggest fucking wedding you could want.”

“I just want you,” you beamed at him, running a hand through his dark curls, “just you. Maybe we can have a big barbecue or something later once it’s all said and done. Besides, the whole thing just seems overrated, you know?”

“You’re perfect,” he whispered as you rolled off of him and stood up, nodding towards the bathroom. He wasted no time getting up, knowing exactly where this was going, “you’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”

“Hmm,” you mused thoughtfully before sticking your tongue out at him, “there’s one more thing I want to tell you.”

“Go on…” he quirked an eyebrow before you began pulling him into the bathroom and pointing at the small trash can. He studied it for a moment before realizing what was at the top, “really?”

“Uh huh honey,” you grinned and kissed his cheek as you glanced at the birth control that was placed on top, “we’d talked about it and said after the new year we could...try but not try. And well...I’m ready if you are, Javi.”

“I love you,” he looked back at you with wide, soft brown eyes. The ones you’d loved for what seemed like an eternity now, “fuck...yes. I want this, all of it - with you.”

“Me too,” you grinned back at him, “me too, Javier. You are the best man, and nothing you say or do will ever change that.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

"Baby," Javier poked his head down the hall as he looked at his watch. There wasn't even a time you had to be at city hall or anything but he was...nervous. Gods, he was so nervous. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd ever felt like this before. He hadn't.

"Almost done, Javier," you called back to him as you finished putting your earrings in and turning back to your mirror. You let out a breath as you looked yourself over; your whole body was trembling with anxious energy. But you'd dressed the part and were happy with how you looked - you hoped Javi would like it too, although you could have worn an old potato sack and he would have called you beautiful. A creak from the floorboards caught your attention as you laughed, "no peeking, my love! Its bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!"

"Are you planning on keeping me blindfolded on the drive? Are you going to drive Miss Gets Lost in Our Neighborhood?" you could practically hear the smile in his voice as you sighed dramatically. You finished off your hair before slowly opening the door.

"Close your eyes!" you insisted for just a moment before moving into the hall and stopping in front of him. Reaching over, you slowly grabbed his hand and held it tightly in yours, "alright. You can open!"

And he opened them ever so slowly as soft brown eyes studied you with intense scrutiny.

"Wow," he was almost speechless as a smile tugged on the corners of his mouth.

"Is it too much?" you asked as your cheeks warmed up, suddenly wondering if you'd made some sort of mistake and gone too far. Javi beamed at your with a fervent shake of his head as he pulled your towards him, lips ghosting over yours as he tried not to mess up your lipstick.

"You look absolutely beautiful," he promised, "I must be the luckiest man in the world."

"Now you're just being dramatic. You clean up pretty well yourself, handsome," you laughed at his praise, but relished in it nonetheless. You'd picked this particular green dress on the whim that he might like it. It had been hanging in your closet for some time, and you'd never had the occasion to wear it before. What better day than your wedding day? He just sighed contentedly as you fixed a few stray hairs and straightened his tie. It was a simple black suit, but gods, he looked handsome as ever and it nearly made your hair stop, “ready?”

"Definitely," he promised as he slipped your hand into his and started to tug you towards the door, "you ready?"

"Almost! Hang on," taking a step back, you smiled as you held up your hands in the shape of a camera and pretended to snap a picture when he laughed, "I'm taking a mental picture - of my husband on our wedding day."

“Husband,” his smile was infectious - brighter than you had ever seen and you swore you fell a little more in love then and there, “I like the sound of that. Come on - let’s get married.”

“You know this doesn’t change anything between us, right?” you asked as he held the door open for you, “I’m still going to love you just as much. It’s just a piece of paper.”

“And yet...it feels right,” he shrugged as you made sure the rings were in his coat pocket as he opened the car door for you. On your seat was a beautiful bouquet of vibrant tulips in your favorite colors. A small sound of surprise left your lips as your eyes immediately stung with tears, “w-what? You don’t like them?”

“I love them,” you took them in your arms and clutched them to your chest, “they’re perfect. I love you - you didn’t need to do this, Javier.”

“I wanted to,” he insisted, with a kiss as he went to the driver’s side, “every bride needs some flowers on her wedding day.”

“Who knew you were such a sappy traditionalist?” you snorted as you climbed in, “big softie.”

“Cállate,” he jokingly shushed as he turned on the car and drove towards city hall. This was it - later this afternoon you’d officially be Javi’s wife - Mrs. Peña. 

»»————-　♡　————-««

"And do you, Javier Peña, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Javier grinned at you, his single dimple proudly on display. He slipped the simple golden band onto your finger, snugly next to your engagement ring. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you looked at the matching band on his finger.

"I do," he was confident; in all honesty he had never been this sure about anything else. 

"Then I pronounce you man and wife," the officiant nodded at the two of you before Javi leaned over and kissed you gently. 

It all felt so surreal - like you were going through everything in a daze. Javier's hand was holding onto yours, fingers laced together as you both signed the marriage certificate and received multiple congratulations from random strangers. It seemed like it all went by so fast, a blur as you became husband and wife.

Before you knew it, you were walking out of city hall and clutching onto his arm and giggling at something he said. Before you could get back in the car, Javier let go out of your hand and took a few steps back. You gave him a confused look before quickly realizing what he was doing; he held up his hands as he pretended to take a photo.

"First picture of my wife," his voice almost cracked as he watched you pose and hold up your flowers. He made a small sound in the back of his throat, "perfect."

"Javier," you threw your arms around him and held him tightly against you, burying your face into his neck, "I love you so much."

"I love you, Dulzura," kissing the side of your head, he picked you up and spun you around, "all mine forever."

"I was already yours forever," you promised him, "always - from the start."

"From the start?" he chuckled warmly as you nodded, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his new wedding band, "even when I was your professor?"

"Mhmm," you reached up and cupped his cheek gently, "even back then. First the first moment when I thought- oh no he's hot to when you got mad at me for coming into your office to when you got me the tea."

"Ahh," his hands found purchase on your face as he leaned into you, "back when I was a complete asshole."

"It only lasted for like fifteen minutes," you smiled against his lips, "and I was a goner. I've loved you for a long time, Javier, when I didn't realize it."

"Shit," closing his eyes, he gently pressed his lips against yours, "and to think I felt guilty about thinking you were beautiful when I first saw you."

"You did?!"

"Uh huh honey," he repeated your favorite phrase softly, "I couldn't get you off my mind for...well since then. Nothing's changed. I loved you then and still do. It was easy I think, to fall in love with you - it just happened."

"I love you," you whispered before pulling him in for a long saccharine kiss, "so much, Javier. You are everything. You have made me the happiest woman in the world."

"I love you," he repeated softly, his hands on both sides of your face as he studied you,  "mi alma, mi vida -  my wife."

»»————-　♡　————-««

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Pack Lite // Baji Keisuke

Pic credits to the original owner, I saw this on Pinterest.

If you’re “Baji protection squad” and a minor then my work isn’t for you, kindly keep scrolling. I’m a grown ass adult, I won’t hesitate to block and I don’t need children coming at me over a 2d character when y’all legit read and write smut for Fushigoro Megumi who’s basically the same age as Baji. I don’t have the time or energy for that.

Pairings: Baji Keisuke x NamedOC! Naleya

Baji calls her “peach” idk if y’all see the pattern here 😂

Warnings: Baji Keisuke, light smut, cursing,unprotected sex (this is fiction por favor wrap it before you tap it), family drama.

When Baji said that he’d be working late canceling yet another date,she’d decided to take the girls (i.e Ken’s girlfriend and her only female friend Kira) up on the offer to go to the club and let loose a little. University life wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns especially when you had to work to ensure that you could finish your degree and maintain decent grades.

It had been almost two hours since they got to the club and one since they started feeling the buzz. When Con Sus B by Arcángel,De La Ghetto, Dalex and Elian Bless comes on Kira is on the table in their section singing and dancing sensually. Hyping her up and dancing along with her they continue having fun until a familiar dark haired male is pulling her off the table.

“Is this what you guys do for girls night?” Manjiro huffs tugging his jacket off and pulling it over Kira’s frame. Mikey’s so deep into the lecture that he’s giving them that he doesn’t notice the drama his barging over was about to cause.

Long tuned out of Mikey’s overprotective rant her eyes focus on the head of raven hair pulled back into a man bun with a few loose strands framing his face. She’d know that fucking smirk and side profile anywhere and boy was he in deep shit.

“Working late my ass!” She grits out grabbing the bottle they had ordered continuously sipping as she pushed her way through the crowd to get to their section. Mikey mutters an ‘oh shit!’ when he notices where her attention drifted and is trying to signal them but no one’s paying attention given that none had seen what Mikey saw.

Saccharine smile on her full lips she saunters into their section. The blood red satin spaghetti strapped dress with the slit on the side left nothing to the imagination and was something she’d picked out especially for her boyfriend. The deep v-cut of the backless ensemble and it’s plunging neckline that displayed the gold that littered her neck especially the thin Cuban link with ‘Keisuke’ resting pretty in the middle was enough to garner the attention she wanted from the men in the booth.

Keisuke looks over briefly and turns his attention back to the woman next to him only to do a double take because he knew he had to be seeing things. She takes a seat between the brothers she notices as Ran and Rindou. Both momentarily speechless because fuck she looked like sin incarnate. Her usual curly hair was now pin straight -due to the silk press she’d gotten for her date- and flowing down her back. Minimal makeup with bloody red lips to match had both brothers eating out the palm of her hands.

Soon after Mikey and her girls are joining and instantly they follow her eyes to the female draped up on Baji. Mikey shoots an almost apologetic look to Baji but the little chaotic fucker lowkey wanted to see how this would play out. From the moment he’d told Baji about the job and the role he’d be playing he had warned him about the consequences if he didn’t tell his girlfriend what was up.

Purposely she leaned in closer to Ran just to get a rise out of Baji but also because she couldn’t hear him well over the bass in the club. “Are you here alone?”

“I’m with my girls, needed a break from life. Also just found out that my boyfriend’s been meeting roblox built bitches under the pretense of working late.” She says loud enough for Baji to hear, a pout on her lips as she bats her eyelashes at Ran.

“He must be one hell of a fool if he’s entertaining others when he’s got you at home.” At this point if steam could escape from Baji’s ears and nose it would because he wanted nothing more than to break Haitani’s fucking hands and nose. He’d deal with Sanzu, Rindou and the consequences of those actions later.

Ran has one hand on the exposed skin of her thigh and the other draped behind her as he leans in closer to her. Baji barely registers that he’s moving until he’s grabbing her by her upper arm, pulling her away from Ran and towards the exit.She roughly shrugs him off and the entire section falls silent when he turns to look at her.

“Peach, I am not in the mood to deal with your bratty ass tonight. Tell your girls goodnight and let’s go,now!” He spites out sharply.

She rolls her eyes at him and scoffs. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that? Check ya fucking tone puto. I was having a conversation and if you’re ready to leave yuh know where the fucking door is.” Baji’s jaw ticks and at this point everyone is silent waiting to see what’s about to play off.

“Tsk, insolent whores will never learn their place will they?” A voice that she wanted to never hear again speaks up. The clicking of heels indicates the person’s movement and when they finally stand in front of her, she feels her blood boil. Given the dim lighting of the section and the fact that she was focused on Keisuke, she didn’t pay attention to the bitch hooked on his side like a clothes rack.

The look she gives Baji is one he’s never seen before. It’s like he was looking at a completely different person. “Outta all the bitches to hoe around with, you chose wreck it Ralph over here?”

“Aww c’mon is that anyway to speak about your sister Naleya?”

“Blood will never be enough to make us sisters Niana. Just because my father couldn’t keep his dick in his pants and decided to knock your money hungry, slut bag of a mother up doesn’t make us family.”

Everyone is shocked silent except for Ran,Rindou and Sanzu who were highly entertained by the turn of events. The cartel life wasn’t what Naleya wanted for herself and despite her protests it wasn’t enough to stop her father from training her to one day take over.

“I was trying to be nice,” Niana speaks while pointing a gun at her. “I really was but you always have to fuck shit up don’t you! You ruin everything!”

“Ohh boohoo, do you really think papa sent you here to close a deal with Mikey? That deal was sealed the moment your “man” decided my cunt was his favorite meal. You’re here because he’s testing you, testing to see just how far you’re willing to go to take over his empire. Just because I don’t want it doesn’t mean it’s not mine.” Naleya smirks knowing that she struck a nerve. She used that momentary lapse to swipe the gun and turn it Niana.

“You were always a bit slow, that’s why you could never beat me. Your greed and anger holds you back and that’s why he’ll always have you second.”

At this point Naleya knows she’s being a bitch by throwing salt on her sister’s wounds, poking at all her insecurities. She sees the exact moment Niana snaps and easily sidesteps as she charges at her. Gun tossed to Rindou she prepares herself for the fight she knows is coming. This isn’t how she wanted Baji to find out but it was already done but he still wasn’t off the hook.

Niana charges at her again, fist raised and out for blood. Naleya tackles all her weak spots and has her on her knees in less than five minutes. With all the commotion in their section it’s a miracle that security wasn’t called in as yet.

“Finish it! You spineless bitch. I did everything right and yet still it was always about you. The ungrateful bitch who ran away from home.”

Back turned to her as she heads for the exit, Naleya stops, barely looking over her shoulder. “If I wanted you dead Niana, you would be. You’re alive because I allow it. La sangre es la sangre but we are not sisters.Escort her home and let father know that I won’t be visiting for a while.” She speaks to Rindou and Sanzu.

“Ran you’re with me, come take me home please. Mikey, Ken make sure my girls get home safely.” Barely two steps out of the section and Keisuke is on her again.

“We need to talk.”

“We have nothing to talk about Baji. You and me are done.”

“The fuck we aren’t. You don’t get to break up with me without letting me explain when you been keeping secrets as well.” There was no way Baji was about to let you end it like this.

“Yes, I kept shit from you but I’ve never lied to you. I told you that the shit my family has been doing for generations wasn’t what I wanted so I left. You…you’ve been running around with her for weeks now and lying to my face every time; telling me that you’re working late and like a fucking lovesick puppy I believed you. I believed you because I didn’t want to believe that the lipstick stains and the cheap ass perfumes I could smell on you were true. All I’ve ever asked of you is to never lie to me and have me looking stupid in these streets but you couldn’t even do that.”

“Baby…”

“No! Fuck you and that bitch too. Ran we’re leaving, now!”

“Back the fuck up off my woman Haitani.” He grits out. She wasn’t leaving here with that fucker.Ran is ready to throw hands but stops on her command.

“Leave him. I want to leave.” Everyone can hear the way her voice cracks.

“Peach…”

“Don’t come home Keisuke.”

Baji Keisuke was a stubborn fucker and he knew it,but this was the one time he couldn’t find in himself to be stubborn. This was the consequence of not talking to her like Mikey had instructed. It had been three hours since she left with Haitani and two since he’d been breaking everything in his sight.

“You know he never touched her right?” Ran speaks cutting off her music. He wanted to be a selfish prick but he knew that her place wasn’t by his side anymore.

“Put my music back on Haitani or I’ll kick your ass.”

“You forgetting who trained you Tora?” He chuckles.

“If you’re going to sit here and tell me that I should forgive him, see yourself out. We both know that you don’t like him and you’re enjoying the fact that he’s in the dog house right now.”

“I don’t but I’m also not blind. He makes you happy, the three of us can appreciate that. Yes he should’ve talked to you but you also could’ve talked to him. A relationship works with trust and communication Tora, so talk to him.” Ran doesn’t say anything else. He presses a kiss to her forehead and leaves her alone.

Two weeks later

Baji hadn’t slept properly since that night. His bed didn’t feel the same without her in it but he could no longer have that comfort.

“Where the fuck is it?!” He shouted at no one in particular as he ransacked his room looking for the hard drive. “Fuck!” He yells pulling at his hair once he remembers where he last saw it.

Maybe sneaking into her apartment when he thought she was at school wasn’t the best idea. It’s what got him in his current position, on his back with a switchblade to his throat.

“The fuck are you doing sneaking in here like a bandit?” She questions as she flips the blade back in place and tosses it onto the table.

“Is this how you greet all potential bandits?” He nods to her exposed chest and the shorts she was wearing.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before lobito. Are we gonna talk or not?”

“Are you going to get off me?”

“Nah, you’re right where I want you Keisuke. Now talk.”

“One, don’t call me that. I’m baby or Kei or some other pet name.” Baji knew he could easily have her on her back under him but he didn’t want to mess up. He couldn’t afford to. “Two, I never touched that bitch and as much as I hate it, you can ask Haitani if I’m lying.”

“Lucky for you Ran’s been pleading your innocence since that night. You just been to busy being stubborn and ignoring me to know.” She teases dragging a nail down his chest. “Doesn’t mean I’m not mad at you though.”

“You told me not to come home.”

“And when have you ever listened to me?”

“I always listen to you, even when you think I’m not. So which one of them was it?” His rough hands grip both ass cheeks and squeezes hard.

“Which one what?” He knows she knows what he’s asking.

“You’re asking the wrong questions Baji. Which one didn’t I fuck?” She never made shit easy for him so he honestly didn’t know what made him think she’d start now.

“Rindou and Sanzu like to share. Zuzu especially,he likes to watch but Ran, he’s a greedy fucker. Hates sharing and makes the sweetest fucking sounds when he lets me have my way with him.” She whispers in his ear biting lightly on the lobe.

“If you’re asking who’s the best, then that title’s all yours. You know I’m a dumb little slut for your cock. Always want you in me,filling all my slutty little holes up.” She bounces twice on his lap to emphasize her point and isn’t disappointed when she feels his length pressing against the confines of the sweatpants he was wearing.

“Love the way you taste on my tongue, god I’m so wet just thinking about it.” Sitting up she pulling his cock out not even bothering to push his pants down.

“Wait, wait! Baby…”

“Cállate.” She cuts him off.

“Fucckkk,” they both moan out as she slides down his length and settles on his lap.

“Two weeks too fucking long.” She mumbles wasting no time in taking what she wanted from him.

“Shittt, that’s it baby. Fuck me like you hate me.” High pitched moans and grunts followed by the rapid slapping of skin on skin has Ran turning on his heels and exiting the apartment just as quickly as he entered.

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

I love starter pack memes, and today I found a bunch of them about stuff in Spain I wanted to share here, enjoy!! (I'll try to translate everything dw)

This is basically an Andalusian grandma starter pack, although there are a few of these things found in all Spanish grandmas!!

Translations for the word parts (keep in mind theye're all written in Andalusian / how it's spoken, so it's a bit funky)

Ca tu agüela starter pack: Your grandma's house starter pack

Te frío un huevoquetemasquedaoconhambre starter pack: I'll fry you an egg cause you're still hungry starter pack

¿Te ago una telera con sarchichón par camino?: May I cook you a telera with saucisson for the trip?

¿Te pelo una mondarina?: May I peel you a mandarin?

Anda ninia come que de tanto bregá estás escuchimisá: Come on, girl, eat something, you work so much you're getting really thin

Estai tol día ahí pegao a la pantalla jugando los marsianito y con la guasá: You're all day there next to the screen playing with the aliens thing and with the WhatsApp

Venacapacá Rafita toma sinco euro que nosentere tu mare: Come here Rafita here have five euros without your mother knowing

Ninio, ¿te frío un flamenquín o tres?: Boy, may I fry you one or three flamenquines?

Translations (again, these are written in like street talk):

Komo me mire malamente er nota ese lo meto jurao: If that dude looks bad at me I'll hit him for sure

Hoy follo loko: I'm getting laid today dude

No invites a nadie k nos keamos sin hielo loko: Don't invite anyone cause then we won't have ice for us dude

This one is specific to a Córdoba bar, but tbh most of these could be applied to any rural bar in the country, especially in the southern half

Jefe, póngame su jarrita servesa, dóh flamenquine, una de salmorejo, otra de berenjena a la miéh, trozo pastel cordobéh y el café, pero con sacarina que estoy a dieta: Boss, birng me a beer mug, two flamenquines, a salmorejo, an eggplant with honey, a piece of cordobese cake, and coffee, but with saccharine because I'm on a diet

Cuñado literally means "brother-in-law", but this word is used to refer to those guys in family dinners that won't shut up, always think they're right and are annoying as fuck

"This summer you're gonna go with the grandpas in the village" starter pack

Esta tarde van a hacer una gymkana: There's a gymkana this afternnon

¿Y tu de quien eres?: And who are you from?

No salgas aun que hace mucho calor: Don't get outside for now cause it's too hot

Fijate, lo de arriba es la nata de la leche: Look, what's above it's the milk's cream

Si que te esta pegando fuerte la alergia, otra vez con los ojos rojos: You're getting quite hit with the allergy, you already have red eyes

"I wish I'd been born in Euskadi but I'm from Torrelavega (Cantabria)" starter park

Si Castilla quiere mar que se ponga a mear: If Castile wants a sea, may her start to pee

Me gusta salir a la montaña: I like to go to the mountains

Nación milenaria: Millenial nation

Mis abuelos son de Palencia: My grandparents are from Palencia

It doesn't say on the pic but this is an English teacher starter pack

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First Fight & Family Secrets w/ CB Keisuke

When Baji said that he’d be working late canceling yet another date,she’d decided to take the girls (i.e Ken’s girlfriend and her only female friend Kira) up on the offer to go to the club and let loose a little. University life wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns especially when you had to work to ensure that you could finish your degree and maintain decent grades.

It had been almost two hours since they got to the club and one since they started feeling the buzz. When Con Sus B by Arcángel,De La Ghetto, Dalex and Elian Bless comes on Kira is on the table in their section singing and dancing sensually. Hyping her up and dancing along with her they continue having fun until a familiar dark haired male is pulling her off the table.

“Is this what you guys do for girls night?” Manjiro huffs tugging his jacket off and pulling it over Kira’s frame. Mikey’s so deep into the lecture that he’s giving them that he doesn’t notice the drama his barging over was about to cause.

Long tuned out of Mikey’s overprotective rant her eyes focus on the head of raven hair pulled back into a man bun with a few loose strands framing his face. She’d know that fucking smirk and side profile anywhere and boy was he in deep shit.

“Working late my ass!” She grits out grabbing the bottle they had ordered continuously sipping as she pushed her way through the crowd to get to their section. Mikey mutters an ‘oh shit!’ when he notices where her attention drifted and is trying to signal them but no one’s paying attention given that none had seen what Mikey saw.

Saccharine smile on her full lips she saunters into their section. The blood red satin spaghetti strapped dress with the slit on the side left nothing to the imagination and was something she’d picked out especially for her boyfriend. The deep v-cut of the backless ensemble and it’s plunging neckline that displayed the gold that littered her neck especially the thin Cuban link with ‘Keisuke’ resting pretty in the middle was enough to garner the attention she wanted from the men in the booth.

Keisuke looks over briefly and turns his attention back to the woman next to him only to do a double take because he knew he had to be seeing things. She takes a seat between the brothers she notices as Ran and Rindou. Both momentarily speechless because fuck she looked like sin incarnate. Her usual curly hair was now pin straight -due to the silk press she’d gotten for her date - and flowing down her back. Minimal makeup with bloody red lips to match had both brothers eating out the palm of her hands.

Soon after Mikey and her girls are joining and instantly they follow her eyes to the female draped up on Baji. Mikey shoots an almost apologetic look to Baji but the little chaotic fucker lowkey wanted to see how this would play out. From the moment he’d told Baji about the job and the role he’d be playing he had warned him about the consequences if he didn’t tell his girlfriend what was up.

Purposely she leaned in closer to Ran just to get a rise out of Baji but also because she couldn’t hear him well over the bass in the club. “Are you here alone?”

“I’m with my girls, needed a break from life. Also just found out that my boyfriend’s been meeting roblox built bitches under the pretense of working late.” She says loud enough for Baji to hear, a pout on her lips as she bats her eyelashes at Ran.

“He must be one hell of a fool if he’s entertaining others when he’s got you at home.” At this point if steam could escape from Baji’s ears and nose it would because he wanted nothing more than to break Haitani’s fucking hands and nose. He’d deal with Sanzu, Rindou and the consequences of those actions later.

Ran has one hand on the exposed skin of her thigh and the other draped behind her as he leans in closer to her. Baji barely registers that he’s moving until he’s grabbing her by her upper arm, pulling her away from Ran and towards the exit.She roughly shrugs him off and the entire section falls silent when he turns to look at her.

“Peach, I am not in the mood to deal with your bratty ass tonight. Tell your girls goodnight and let’s go,now!” He spites out sharply.

She rolls her eyes at him and scoffs. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that? Check ya fucking tone pendejo. I was having a conversation and if you’re ready to leave yuh know where the fucking door is.”

Baji’s jaw ticks and at this point everyone is silent waiting to see what’s about to play off.

“Tsk, insolent whores will never learn their place will they?” A voice that she wanted to never hear again speaks up. The clicking of heels indicates the person’s movement and when they finally stand in front of her, she feels her blood boil. Given the dim lighting of the section and the fact that she was focused on Keisuke she didn’t pay attention to the the bitch hooked on his side like a clothes rack.

The look she gives Baji is one he’s never seen before. It’s like he was looking at a completely different person. “Outta all the bitches to hoe around with, you chose wreck it Ralph over here?”

“Aww c’mon is that anyway to speak about your sister Naleya?”

“Blood will never be enough to make us sisters Niana. Just because my father couldn’t keep his dick in his pants and decided to knock your money hungry slut bag of a mother up doesn’t make us family.”

Everyone is shocked silent except for Ran,Rindou and Sanzu who were highly entertained by the turn of events. The cartel life wasn’t what Naleya wanted for herself and despite her protests it wasn’t enough to stop her father from training her to one day take over.

“I was trying to be nice,” Niana speaks while pointing a gun at her. “I really was but you always have to fuck shit up don’t you! You ruin everything!”

“Ohh boohoo, do you really think papa sent you here to close a deal with Mikey? That deal was sealed the moment your “man” decided my cunt was his favorite meal. You’re here because he’s testing you, testing to see just how far you’re willing to go to take over his empire. Just because I don’t want it doesn’t mean it’s not mine.” Naleya smirks knowing that she struck a nerve. She used that momentary lapse to swipe the gun and turn it Niana.

“You were always a bit slow, that’s why you could never beat me. Your greed and anger holds you back and that’s why he’ll always have you second.”

At this point Naleya knows she’s being a bitch by throwing salt on her sister’s wounds, poking at all her insecurities. She sees the exact moment Niana snaps and easily sidesteps as she charges at her. Gun tossed to Rindou she prepares herself for the fight she knows is coming. This isn’t how she wanted Baji to find out but it was already done but he still wasn’t off the hook.

Niana charges at her again, fist raised and out for blood. Naleya tackles all her weak spots and has her on her knees in less than five minutes. With all the commotion in their section it’s a miracle that security wasn’t called in as yet.

“Finish it! You spineless bitch. I did everything right and yet still it was always about you. The ungrateful bitch who ran away from home.”

Back turned to her as she heads for the exit, Naleya stops, barely looking over her shoulder. “If I wanted you dead Niana, you would be. You’re alive because I allow it. La sangre es la sangre but we are not sisters.Escort her home and let father know that I won’t be visiting for a while.” She speaks to Rindou and Sanzu.

“Ran you’re with me, come take me home please. Mikey, Ken make sure my girls get home safely.” Barely two steps out of the section and Keisuke is on her again.

“We need to talk.”

“We have nothing to talk about Baji. You and me are done.”

“The fuck we aren’t. You don’t get to break up with me without letting me explain when you been keeping secrets as well.” There was no way Baji was about to let you end it like this.

“Yes I kept shit from you but I’ve never lied to you. I told you that the shit my family has been doing for generations wasn’t what I wanted so I left. You…you’ve been running around with her for weeks now and lying to my face every time telling me that you’re working late and like a fucking lovesick puppy I believed you. I believed you because I didn’t want to believe that the lipstick stains and the cheap ass perfumes I could smell on you were true. All I’ve ever asked of you is to never lie to me and have me looking stupid in these streets but you couldn’t even do that.”

“Baby…”

“No! Fuck you and that bitch too. Ran we’re leaving, now!”

“Back the fuck up off my woman Haitani.” He grits out. She wasn’t leaving here with that fucker.Ran is ready to throw hands but stops on her command.

“Leave him. I want to leave.” Everyone can hear the way her voice cracks.

“Peach…”

“Don’t come home Keisuke.”

-CB anon 🤍

OH? OH WOW? OKAY SO OOOOO NAMES AND NOT THE WHOLE BONTEN BEING HERE AND AND THE PLOT TWIST OF THE AND THEN OMGG???? BAJI IS SO *climbs over the table and punches him* WHY IS HE???? this is why we shouldn’t fight over men🙄

[wandering-bitch]

Annotations on Falling in Love with Love (Again) pt 2

Falling in Love with Love (Again) is my 3zun cinderella fixit. here are some sick notes on chapters 5-8. there are spoilers obviously (god the notion of my shit needing a spoiler warning haha)

ch 5: love’s a game I can play

nie mingjue is smart and anyone who thinks otherwise can die mad about it

i hate go/weiqi so much bc of Terrible Boring Boyfriend Reasons so the fact that i researched it for this fic means a lot. nmj better fucking love me after all this

im just a sneaky terrible polyam bitch who wants to make another sneaky terrible polyam bitch happy and give him a nice life

i say this, as though im not ALSO constantly planning to kill him with tension

lxc: perhaps u’ll indulge me; nmj + my: yes of course whatever u want king

lxc begging for help playing games is one of the most galaxy brained things ive ever come up with

lxc isn’t normally thirsty or flirty but with his boyfriends??? playful flirt extraordinaire. 

ch 6 the half-sister’s lament

look this chapter title is the funniest fucking thing i’ve ever written. 

it’s ~*murder time*~

qin su for mvp

ppl keep saying i have the best qin su take which is great and flattering but honestly it’s just that i have any qin su take

more ppl should write qin su with me

actually im gonna talk about qin su for a second

from canon we know a small handful of things:

she doesn’t care about heritage/birth

she pursued meng yao

she’s got a nice face

from this we can deduce a few things

she’s a fucking comerade

she’s smart enough to attract meng yao

she’s thirsty as hell

and therefore

she’s good, i love her, she deserves little a crime as a treat

happy polyam feels!!!!

and here we are, the core of the fic, the strike of the clock at midnight....... the murder

meng yao thinking through like ten layers of shit while murdering someone is SUCH a mood. not the murder part but like. u’ve got what ur doing, ur commentary on what ur doing, what ur actually thinking about while doing shit, commentary on what ur thinking about,  plans for what to do next, and of course the part of your brain that’s laughing at you for having so many lines of commentary going on

sometimes u gotta murder a man who’s trying to assault you or your sibling. 

u see, the other emotional core of this fic is Qin Su Rights

More seriously:

the only thing that makes meng yao better in this fic, the Major Change TM, is qin su meeting him + making him realize that jin guangshan’s validation isn’t worth it

i mean it doesn’t happen immediately but like

our start + midpoint + eventual end are going to center around meng yao’s created family with qin su

ch 7 Glad to be Back In My Own Little Corner

starting from the top again we hang out in koi tower

word of god: jin zixuan knows that meng yao is is brother, but doesn’t know 1. if meng yao knows or 2. if meng yao wants to talk about it. so he’s being as nice + caring as possible to his brother. but also he’s just the most awkward creatur on the planet

writing jin guangshan is annoying and i probably have made him more dumb than i could have but like. i think he’s good at short-term planning + being a coward, but he’s not as good at the Game as he thinks he is

“this is fine” big mood meng yao

ch 8 Seriously Thinking of Retreating

awwww yeahhhh the Tension chapter

this ch was hard to write, not bc like emotions or whatever, but bc i don’t have as good a handle on the xiyao dynamic. lan xichen is such a good man and when with him, meng yao wants to be a good man, too

(i mean, unless it’s later in canon and lan xichen’s goodness makes jin guangyao want to appear as good as possible, while also continuing to control him)

(i live for toxic xiyao and nieyao and 3zun just as much as i live for happy healthy 3zun/xiyao/nieyao/nielan)

first we have some absolute saccharine bullshit!! but it’s meng yao so of course he’s afraid that everything will fall apart

back in the present, we have some more Qin Su rights! supporting our sibling who’s going through some Trauma, helping her get some sick sect leader ass, making dumb jokes. love 4 qin su and nothing else

then we see lan xichen being bitter, as he deserves. it sucks to talk to someone who broke your heart so soon after. i spied my ex in a crowded lush six months? a year? after she dumped me and i immediately ran powerwalked out and went to the craft store to feel better

what i’m saying is that lan xichen is stronger than me

“i don’t know what you want me to say to that” “neither do i” hurts so much i love it

tbh??? “It should have hurt more, but he just felt still. this was an acceptable ending” is. also something im proud of

i can’t feel my own soft romantic content but i CAN feel my own Tension Content

[drwcn]

haha this kid has it hard. There is not a single functional romance in this entire family. None. I wrote a little something :) I do take prompts, I just might not be very timely to respond, depending on my inspiration reserve and work schedule/exams etc. Again, btsf!verse (or post btsf!verse if you will, that’s where my brain is at these days), but can be read independently. Hope you don’t mind.  

Warning: this is a fluff piece but a servant gets slapped in this. she is a minor, a trope frequently scene in historical dramas and traditional households. 

When Jin Ling was seven years old, he developed his first crush. In the many years to come, he would develop many crushes - pretty girls, tall boys - but his first crush was on one of Jinlintai’s servant’s daughter, an older girl with shiny braids and soft dark eyes. And because he liked her, he found all sorts of reasons to see her (read: pester, command, annoy). 

Jin Ling was a menace, and xiao-Rui had up until this point in time tolerated his behaviour, but this last straw was the one that finally broke the camel’s back. 

Clack!

Jin Ling didn’t know the right vocabulary for it yet, but an older him would reflect on this as the moment he “fucked up”. The yin’er congee splattered across the marble floor and up the hem of his brocade robes, staining it. Beside the upturned cherry-wood tray, the jade bowl and ivory spoon laid in pieces. 

Oops. 

Jin Ling wouldn’t have panicked, because truly this was no big deal. He was sure the kitchen had lots of other bowls and could whip up another congee in no time. But then xiao-Rui slowly knelt down, curled up into a ball and began to cry. 

Jin Ling felt all the calm instantly evaporate from his small seven year old body. Oh no! Crying girl?! What to do, what to do, what to do???? 

What did father do when mother cried??? Ah heck, what was he thinking? Mother didn’t cry. Crying was beneath Mother. 

“What’s going on here?” A harsh voice echoed from down the hall. Jin Ling blinked, surprised. Nobody here ever dared use that tone of voice with him. At Lotus Pier maybe, he and his little sister Jiang Rao would get reprimanded for being particularly naughty, but that was usually their mother and she never needed to raise her voice to put the fear of immortals in them. Jin Ling swallowed nervously, looking over his shoulder, praying that Jiang Yanli didn’t somehow magically transport herself from Yunmeng to appear behind him. 

She didn’t. Thank the gods. 

From spring to fall of every year, Jin Ling spent his time at Lanling under the care of his uncle Lianfang-zun who he would one day succeed. After several months, Jin Ling had come to realize that his Uncle A-Yao was itching to spoil him due to having no children of his own. This meant outside of his daily lessons in cultivation and etiquette (sprinkled with just a little bit of politics), Jin Ling was allowed to run wild, something he was rarely allowed to do at his a-niang’s Lotus Pier unless his a-die championed on his behalf. Jiang Yanli was a gentle mother, sweet, soft-spoken, and loving. But everyone under the sun with half a brain knew Sect Master Jiang was a woman made out of diamond, forged by the war, beautiful and unbreakable. Up against her, even with his father and his two uncles backing him up, Jin Ling had no chance.

The voice that called out belonged to an older woman, a momo, neatly attired in pale orange and earth brown - servant’s colours - with her grey streaked hair tightly coiffed back into a severe bun. She walked briskly, back straight and face grim, until she came all the way up to them and their mess. [momo - an older female servant]

Once she saw who he was, she quickly relaxed her posture and curtsied deeply, “shizi*, shao-gongzi*, I apologize on behalf of the servants for not tending to your needs that you must trouble yourself to come down to the lower units. What may I do for you? What has this undisciplined yatou done to upset you?” [1)shizi = heir, 2)shao-gongzi = young master, 3)yatou = girlie, referring to a young girl, or a servant girl].  

Jin Ling blinked, much confused. Surely, he was the one causing the upset. He certainly wasn’t the one crying. 

“Uh....” 

“Oh no, you stupid girl, that’s Qin-zhangshi’s yin’er congee and her favourite bowl!” The momo yelled angrily. [zhangshi 长事 - head of staff] 

Qin-zhangshi? Oh yes, that was his aunt Qin Su, Jinlintai’s Head of Staff who handled all the internal affairs. This would be the duty of the Lady of Lanling if his uncle A-Yao had had a wife, but he didn’t, hence the burdening of his only sister to rise to the task.  

“Zhao-momo, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to -” xiao-Rui squeaked as Zhang-momo pulled her up by the ear. A second later, a loud clap was heard and she cried out in pain. Zhao-momo had slapped her soundly across the cheek, leaving red to bloom where her hand had been.  

That jostled Jin Ling out of his trance. “Hey!” He exclaimed, using all the power of his seven-year-old barely-cultivated body to shove the momo out of the way.

After that he barely remembered what he did. 

-

Qin Su was having an exceptionally good day. Jinlintai for once was running like a well-oiled machine, so much so that she felt in the mood to call for a bowl of yin’er congee as a mid-afternoon snack. It was one of her favourite treats...but it was taking a rather longer time than usual to get here. 

Before she could ring to see what was the hold up, the door to her study burst open, revealing her seven-year-old nephew, a servant girl he dragged by the hand, and a flustered Zhao-momo, the supervisor of the kitchen staff.  

The front of Jin Ling’s robe was ruined by a large patch of food stain - congee from the looks of it. The girl, sobbing, had clearly been struck, and Zhao momo.... 

Qin Su took one long hard look at the situation and was instantly reminded of what Jin Zixuan had been like at this age. As Qin Cangye’s daughter, she had  crossed path with him frequently all her life. She wasn’t quite sure how Meng Yao might’ve behaved at seven, and xiao-Yu had always been too timid for a Jin, but this...this had Zixuan’s bullshit all over it.  Though, Qin Su internally rolled her eyes, even without his father, Jin Ling had plenty of bad examples to learn from: 

Jiang Cheng, for one, never outgrew awkward, not with the way he still stared at Wen Qing every cultivation conference. At least it was difficult for most people to discern between his deathly stare of murder and his thirsty stare of sexual frustration. 

Wei Wuxian and Hanguang-jun, as saccharine and grossly in love as they were now, only learned to communicate after one of them faked their death for a year. 

xiao-Yu visited Qinghe every month and stayed for most of it. Qin Su never asked him what he did there, and frankly she didn’t want to know. 

As for a-Yao, if Zewu-jun didn’t do more than play his goddamn instruments and talk about philosophy every time he invited A-Yao to Cloud Recesses, Qin Su was afraid her poor brother would soon physically combust.  

Thus, with the full fondness of a doting aunt and the exasperation and wisdom of a woman who once almost married her own brother, Qin Su said, “A-Ling, my sweet dear, that is not how you treat a lady, and certainly not how you treat a lady you like.” Jin Ling dropped the girl’s hand like a hot potato. “San-gugu! I don’t - that’s not - I mean - I -” [san-gugu = third auntie] While she left the boy sputtering, Qin Su turned to the older servant. “Zhao-momo, you may return to your duties. You’re an efficient supervisor; I’ve always liked that about you, but if I hear of you hitting another one of the girls again, you and I will have words, am I clear?”  “Yes, Qin-zhangshi. Of course, of course.” Zhao-momo backed out the room and fled.  Softening her tone, Qin Su waved the girl over. “Come, child, come closer and let me take a look. My, you are pretty one. Now, now no more tears, or you’ll redden those lovely eyes. Oh geez,” she clicked her tongue as she tilted the girl’s face to examine it. “It’s a bit swollen. Luoti,” She looked to her handmaid. “Bring her down to get some ice and ah...some cream. For the inflammation.” “Yes, ma’am. Come on, xiao-Rui.” 

“Thank you Qin-zhangshi! Thank you Qin-zhangshi!”  Luoti led xiao-Rui away, shutting the door behind them with a click. Jin Ling, shame-faced and embarrassed, stood before his only aunt with his head bowed low. “Gugu...you’re not - you’re not going to tell a-niang on me are you?”  His uncle never tattled. If Jin Ling did anything wrong, Uncle A-Yao would give him a stern talking to that would often turn to a long boring lecture. But then after, Uncle A-Yao would simply have a word with his a-die, and his a-die would just give him another Jin-styled talking to and then brush the whole thing under the rug so his a-niang would never find out. (She still does though, more than half the time, like goddamn magic.) Now his gugu, his gugu was the best, the absolute best, and he’s yet to receive any kind of reprimand from her. 

Well there’s a first time for everything - as his da-jiujiu would say. 

Qin Su rose from her dais, came up to him and lifted his down-turned chin so he could look her. “A-Ling. Are you going to tell me what happened?” “Uhm....”  “Hm?” “Will you tell mother? I promised her I would be good.” And I haven’t been.  

“Of course I will. She is your mother and deserves to know about your well-being. But, remember this: honesty will grant you forgiveness, but dishonesty will only see to punishment. Your a-niang has always been fair with you and your sister, hasn’t she?”

The boy visibly sagged. “I was bothering xiao-Rui. And I made her drop her tray. The congee spilled everywhere and the bowl broke,” confessed Jin Ling. 

“And why did you do that?”

“Because...” 

“Because?” 

Jin Ling grumbled something incoherent. 

Qin Su sighed. Taking his hand, she said, “Let’s get you changed, my love. And then after, you and I will have a long talk. Don’t worry, it’s not one of your Uncle A-Yao’s boring lectures. If you’re good, maybe we can go to town and I’ll let you pick out an apology gift for poor xiao-Rui. How does that sound?” 

Jin Ling nodded fervently, his smile wide. 

Qin Su chuckled, thinking that while her generation may have been thoroughly fucked over by the circumstances of their youth, there was no need to continue that tradition. Not when the times have been so peaceful. Tonight, she will write to her lovely sister-in-law who will surely have a good laugh over her son’s antics.   

[bitter-bismuth]

re that latest anon about why ppl like su: yknow it does really start to show thru that like, once agea ago, in an ama Saccharine said Stevens story was about being mixed cause she considered herself and her brother mixed (she kept using mixed as if she was talking about race) because half her family was jewish. If that aint that the most tumblr thing

im

[rolandfontana]

Eight+ Things to Read About China and Other Things, Part 20

This is the twentieth episode in our ongoing Saturday series on eight+ things to read about China and a lot more. We constantly get emails from readers asking what to read on China and all sorts of things related and even barely related to China and this series is intended to constantly and consistently answer these questions.

As we said in our initial post on this, our plan is to list out eight (or so) articles we benefitted from reading and think you our readers would also benefit from reading, along with a very brief explanation as to why the particular article was included. More specifically:

The articles will likely include many on China and on Asia and a few on international trade, international politics, Spain and Latin America, economics and really just anything else we believe might benefit our readers or even that we just want people to read. We do not plan to choose articles that push our or any other political agenda or any other agenda for that matter, but having said that, we are not objective and our views may creep through. Our goal though is to focus on articles that are important or helpful or — most importantly — that make you think. Our posting of an article will NOT mean we agree with all of it or even any of it. Most of the articles will be from the week preceding the post but we will also sometimes throw in older articles (classics if you will) as well.

Please do not hesitate to comment at the end of this or any other post. We cannot tell you how much we appreciate your comments, good, bad and indifferent.

Here we go, in absolutely no particular order.

1.  A Mysterious Pencil Factory Sharpens Focus On Tariff Scams. NPR. Because tariff abuse is incredibly rampant in large part because many do not realize that it can and does lead to jail time. Because our international trade lawyers worked on a case that led to a $62.5 million settlement against a subsidiary of Univar for allegedly “mishandling” the location from which it was getting its saccharin. Because there are going to be a ton more of these cases in the next few years and companies need to know that skirting U.S. tariffs is a bad idea. Because there is money to be made by reporting your competitors for illegal transshipping. See How To Get Rich From Your Competitor’s Illegal Transshipping: Moiety and the False Claims Act

2. An acclaimed French chef is suing over a lost Michelin star. It all started with a cheesy allegation. Washington Post. Because we live in the age of ranking services. Because the validity of nearly all ranking services are overrated but because of that, they can matter for your business. Because I spent two years of my life living in France (Aix-en- Provence and in Tours) I totally grasp how unbelievably insulting it is to be accused of having used cheddar cheese in a soufflé. Quelle horreur!

3. All-Time Player Rankings: NBA’s Top 50 Revealed. Bleacher Report. Because for a large chunk of my life, basketball was everything. Because with the exception of relegating Pistol Pete Maravich to an honorable mention and not ranking Elgin Baylor high enough it does a pretty good job.

4. Harvesting organs to serve a thriving global market. Quartz. Because where there is constant smoke there is nearly always fire. Because the world needs to know.

5. Nasdaq cracks down on IPOs of Chinese companies. Because even though President Trump has said he is backing down from blocking Americans from investing in Chinese companies it is going to get increasingly tougher for Chinese companies to list on U.S. stock exchanges or even to remain listed.

6. Mapped: The World’s Largest Exporters. Virtual Capitalist. Because the graphic is way cool and super revealing. Because the only countries to export more than 500 billion dollars in product a year are the China ($2.5 trillion), the United States ($1.7 trillion), Germany ($1.6 trillion), Japan ($738 billion) The Netherlands $723 billion, South Korea ($605 billion,  and Italy $547 billion). Oh, and Hong Kong shows up at $569 billion, but much of that is really from the PRC. I am shocked Germany is so close to the U.S., that Italy is so high and that India is so low (at $326 billion). I am delighted Spain shows up so high at $345 billion because we have offices there and because a bunch of our lawyers will be speaking in both Madrid and Barcelona in early November.

7. Chinese citizens must pass a facial-recognition test to use the internet as part of Beijing’s social credit system. Daily Mail. Because nothing need even be said about this.

8. Five Charts That Will Change The Way You Think About Racial Inequality. Forbes. Because “most Americans assume the wealth gap between white and black families with post-graduate educations is virtually negligible. The truth is that black families with post-graduate degrees are still only worth about 30 cents to every white families’ dollar.” Because most Americans believe that racism has pretty much ended and then completely ignore that holding people back for hundreds of years does not immediately mean they are at the same starting line as everyone else. Because if you truly look at these charts it likely will change how you think about racial inequality.

9. Goldman Says Up to $4 Billion Moved From Hong Kong to Singapore Amid Unrest. Bloomberg. Because there are still some people who insist Hong Kong will be just fine. Because my law firm’s immigration lawyers are seeing an increase in all sorts of people fleeing Hong Kong for the United States and the EU.

10. Zika Was Soaring Across Cuba. Few Outside the Country Knew. New York Times. Because it shows a government’s ability to keep things quiet. Because I went to Cuba with my family while Zika was raging instead of Oaxaca because I was concerned about my two daughters.

11. Why Chinese and U.S. Stakeholders Should Listen Carefully to What PLO Lumumba Has to Say. The China/Africa Project. Because Lumumba does have a lot to say and for many who fail to listen it will be at their peril. Because whatever China giveth with the one hand as part of its Belt and Road Initiative, it taketh with the other hand. See, e.g. It Doesn’t Matter if Ecuador Can Afford This Dam, China Still Gets Paid.

12. The teenager married too many times to count. BBC. Because sex trafficking is bad enough, but when done by religious clerics to children as young as nine years old and all the while justifying it on religious grounds, it seems even more horrible.

Please share any of your thoughts on the above as a comment below.

Eight+ Things to Read About China and Other Things, Part 20 syndicated from https://immigrationattorneyto.wordpress.com/

[galeaya067]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 琅琊榜 | Nirvana in Fire (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lin Shu | Mei Changsu | Su Zhe/Xiao Jingyan Characters: Lin Shu | Mei Changsu | Su Zhe, Xiao Jing Yan, Fei Liu, Xiao Tingsheng Additional Tags: Family Fluff, pure saccharine sweetness Series: Part 7 of New Spring Summary:

Just how did Jingyan get Fei Liu to stop calling him "Water Buffalo?"