#there is no connection between “this job sucks but it pays money”

[skelebellie]

affections towards reader

nb!reader x meryl, vash, wolfwood, and knives

NSFW headcannons involved, minors do not interact.

(nsfw is in red, if you’d like to skip it)

this is my first time writing smut lol. if you’ve got any constructive criticism please let me know.

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meryl

meryl loves physical touch. she will constantly hold your hand in public, and if your not walking then she will sit close enough to have your legs touching. if your comfortable enough then she will make the excuse of “needing to save money” in order to share a bed with you. it intentions are never sexual, just in the loving nature that she feels most safe wrapped in your arms.

she loves to offer her thighs for those short naps. she knows she isn’t the most well endowed but you knock out moments within laying down.

meryl also likes to show her love though acts of service. she might take over some of your work to lessen the burden on you. maybe she might clean your clothes after a rough day through a sandstorm, making sure to part out all the sand prior.

she’s the opposite in bed. she’s an absolute pillow princess, her back arched as her thighs pressed against your head as you eat her out for hours. your just trying to show your appreciation for her, you know?

being in bed with her is something sacred to her. its a moment of absolute intimacy and she wants to spend every part of it clawing and grasping your body, each shock of pleasure causes her to pine at you. you never leave the bed without a scatter of marks and hickies.

vash

this man is the biggest trinket collector in the entire world, and you are not safe from him. if he sees something that reminds you of him, its his. you have an endless collection of keychains gathering on your bag. “but it was so cute!! just like you!!!” its so hard to resist when hes giving you puppy dog eyes.

if he notices a hole in your gear or clothes, you’ll come back from a day of odd jobs to find something new on your bed, neatly folded and a small note laid on top of it. “i saw you needed new gear. dont pay me back :) “. if its something you have an emotional attachment too, he will wait for the perfect moment to snatch it from you. you will receive it back with an added patch, the color being practically identical. even if it means late nights and expensive prices, he will do anything to get it back to its original shape.

no one is safe from his nuzzling. if your really nervous or scared, he will rub his head against your head (or any available body part). when he pulls back his hair is messy and tussled in every direction. you think its a plant thing.

in bed vash is a man who dominates the “act of service” category. his whole goal while having sex is making you feel good, your pleasure is his and every moan you makes brings him closer and closer to orgasm. if hes having a rough day all he wants is to eat you out/suck you off for hours on end. if he had to spend the rest of life with his head between your thighs than he would willingly do so.

of course, mans is a switch. some days he craves your control, riding him as you hold his wrists together, preventing him from touching you. in times like this he doesn’t have to worry about the outside world, only how tight you are and your moans. on the flip side, he wants to pound you so hard you forget about whatever troubles may come. he wants to be the only thing you can focus on, you teary eyes unable to pull apart from his face as his hands roam your body, unable to separate himself from you for just a moment.

since hes so clingy, hes an enjoyer of cock warming. he feels amazing connected to you, and he loves to monitor you face to see how much more the both of you can take.

wolfwood

words of affirmation got this man redder than the two suns above gun smoke. and in turn, he loves to support you verbally. “you did great out there”, “we couldn’t have done it without you”, “your my everything”. on top of that, if you feel insecure or anxious about yourself be ready to hear wolfwood list off the 1000 reasons why he loves every part of you. don’t feel like your inconveniencing him, he would willingly tell the entire planet if you let him.

wolfwood loves physical touch, especially your body. his touch is much more intimate, but not necessarily sexual. he will spend car rides with you in his lap or his arm wrapped around your waist, him pulling you into his side. if you let him wander he will start kneading your love handles or the fat of your stomach. you cant go anywhere without this man giving a surprise ass grab. your his personal stress ball.

if you’ve got a muscular or skinny body, hes tracing patterns into your skin or letting his nails glide against you, sometimes causing you to giggle.

he also loves to hear you rant about things than interest you. he would spend hours listening to you rant about some new invention or fixation. it warms his heart to see you so fascinated with something. that glimmer of excitement in your eyes gets his heart pumping.

speaking of physical touch, wolfwood is a man dedicated to the act, especially in bed. he will keep edging himself over and over again because he just doesn’t want it to end. he doesn’t mind you cumming, in fact the more fucked out you look, eyes rolled in pleasure, the more he just wants to make the moment last. he will go a tantalizingly slow pace until your vocal enough to beg him for more.

wolfwood likes a bush. i said what i said.

fave position is you on your side, it gives him enough support to grab at you whenever he wants. when he cums hes got a death grip on you. your the only thinking grounding him from the amount of pleasure you give him.

knives (million knives/nai)

whether or not this emotionally constipated man realizes it, hes got a love language.

he craves quality time, whether that comes from a need to have you near him 24/7 in order to protect you, or that his mind races every time you leave, is none of his concern. he just feels more at peace with you by his side, or at most, with you in his line of sight.

he discovered he really likes bathing with you, its a moment of non-sexual intimacy he looks forward too. he take pride in cleaning every part of you to make sure you are his “perfect partner”, using only the highest quality in JuLai on your skin. the first time it happened he just kind of walked in on you, eyes affixed to your body as you missed a spot. “your not doing it right”, he muttered before stripping and getting in with you. he can always tell where to massage your body if you’ve got a particularly sore muscle.

he always wants you sitting in his meetings with conrad. even when conrad was initially against it. he wants you to see the paradise hes working for, how far hes willing to go for you to live in a perfect world molded just for you and his brotheren.

sex though? oh hes a physical man through and through. as much as he tries to be gentle with you and your human body, he cant help but fold you over in order to get a view of your pleasure ridden face. his thumb resting in your mouth so the only thing your full of is him.

its only natural for you to be under him, as much as he tries to involve you as an equal at work, he knows the perfect place for you is under him and worshipping the love he gives you. and the best time for that is sex.

hes got an obsession with cumming in you. having a part of him inside you makes you so much closer to him, much better than all the other lowly humans. he will keep cumming inside of you until you simply can’t hold anymore. it gets him hard knowing how much your filled of him, both physically and emotionally.

[yanderestarangel]

can you write some headcanons for smoke (tomas vrbada) from mk1? there’s barely anything on tumblr for him😭

HEADKANONS | TOMAS VRBADA - SMOKE MK1

TW: SFW, NSFW Headcanons, AFAB Anatomy, Husband!Tomas.

A/N: thanks for the idea anon<3 I miss this big guy on tumblr, Tomas my love deserves more attention.

He is the shy type, a loving, passionate and gentle lover, even with his most serious exterior he melts in your arms.

Tomas loves just being at home with you, especially if you are married - whether it is an arranged marriage or a spontaneous marriage - he likes you, if it is an arranged marriage he will be shy to even talk to you, but he will do his best to being a good husband, respecting your limits, remembering important dates like your birthday - he even saves money to buy something you really want and makes dinner for you -

He is the type that will want to be your safe haven, if you live in the same house with him, you will take care of the house while he goes out to work with the Liu Kuei clan, but if you want to work for him that's fine, but he You will be reluctant at first for fear of being hurt in some way.

Tomas doesn't allow you to be close to Bi Han, don't take him the wrong way, he's just afraid because he knows his brother, Bi Han doesn't like anyone and probably if you and Tomas are married by arrangement, it was the grandmaster himself who forced him both to get married, as a form of "humiliation" for Vrbada, but it had the opposite effect, he was happy to have someone like you.

He's the type who only talks if you talk to him, he's always been like that, sometimes if you get too distracted he'll even forget that Tomas is at home, getting scared when you turn around and see him at the kitchen table, cutting his teeth vegetables for dinner for both of you.

On his days off from the clan, he likes to just spend time with you, watching movies, taking care of the house - mowing the grass, reading some books, practicing some new moves or, if you want, sex all day long, oral, anal, vaginal , whatever you want and order he will do to you, do you want him to fuck you from the outside? He goes. Do you want him to fuck you with his dick all over the house? He goes. Do you want to suck his dick? He'll let you stand between his legs until you're satisfied - he loves your blowjobs, especially if you pay attention to his balls, even if he's too shy to talk.

Tomas has a twenty centimeter dick, thick, slightly bent to the right with two thick veins that stand out on the sides, which pulsate extremely when he is hard. The color is pink at the tip going halfway, he is very sensitive - he gets hard with practically anything you do, even cumming in his pants if you tease him, especially if you masturbate him through the fabric, he whimpers and begs to cum, begging for your pussy, mouth, breasts anything, he just needs your body connected to his-

He values your pleasure first, but sometimes he can't hold back, cumming before you do, he's embarrassed, blushing while apologizing to you, but he won't stop trying to make you cum, he has so much repressed lust :( Tomas will continue to have a hard-on even after the first orgasm, that is, he will make you cum, whether with his dick, mouth, fingers or taking turns between the three, after all, it's your pleasure that matters to him.

He loves fingering you, always paying attention to your clit, he knows the right spots, where to touch, where to massage and how to massage - Tomas will finger you with both fingers, using his thumb to pay attention to your throbbing bud, while you praised him for holding his fingers so well - Example:

"-Good boy | Good girl"

"-Pretty little doll"

"-Babydoll"

"-Little prince | Little princess"

"-Sweetheart"

"-My angel"

"-My boy | My girl"

"-Mine, mine alone"

"-You've done well/a good job my love."

"-You're making me really happy right now baby."

"-Fuck that's it, I know you can take it all."

Cowgirl - Tomas likes to see you in control, your pleasured face bouncing on his dick, as he watches your pussy being impaled by his dick, Vrbada's strong hands on your waist, squeezing the soft flesh of your body as he watches your breasts jump with each movement, he helps you by praising you and moaning to let you know that he is loving it, he is also quite vocal, you can see Tomas' face contorting with pleasure, his worked muscles trembling with each ride of your pussy tight on him, just keep enjoying yourself on his dick as he praises you for being so good for him as he cums inside your pussy with a guttural moan.

Reverse cowgirl - Vrbada loves seeing your ass bouncing on his crotch, how your back and waist look so delicate while your pussy swallows him greedily, he tries to be a gentleman with you but loses control, holding your ass tightly , slapping and fucking you at his pace.

Missionary - He loves this position because he can look at you, every reaction of pleasure, every time his cock slips out of your pussy, every time you moan when he pushes his thick shaft into your uterus, he always captures your pleasure, praising you and talking looking into your eyes how beautiful you are, while kissing you on your neck, breasts, face,lips, placing his forehead on yours while closing his eyes or looking down, seeing your wet intimacies, he loves seeing your full belly, with a slight elevation caused by his seed - he loves making a good creampie, taking his fingers up yours sensitive hole and dirtying the tips, rubbing it on your lips while he made you taste his cum.

Bonus: The only time you saw him angry was when Bi-Han betrayed him and Kuai Liang, he arrived at your house, an aura of anger and black smoke surrounding him tightly, you didn't even have time to ask. Tomas's anger and frustration seemed to radiate from him as he entered the room, his emotions practically palpable. Without saying a word, he took off his mask and kissed you fiercely, his desperation and anger evident in his actions. As he rubbed his hard cock against your body, you could feel the intensity of his emotions swirling between you. It was clear that he intended to release his anger through fucking, and you were more than willing to be his outlet. His grip tightened around your waist as he turned you around, removing your shorts and exposing your delicate pussy. With one hand, he easily trapped his legs, holding you in place as he ravished you with an almost primal intensity. "-Fucking Bi-Han." -Tomas growled, his voice mixed with anger and frustration. "-He betrayed us, son of a bitch, our father would be so disappointed... he was always so cold to me... shit shit, I thought he was my brother." As he continued to thrust into your pussy, his movements becoming more urgent and forceful, he tore off your shirt, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. The sight of your bare flesh only intensified his need, your lewd growls echoing through the room, he pushed his fingers into your mouth making you suck on them. "-Take my fingers, my dirty little slut" -ordered Tomas, his voice dripping with dark desire. "-Suck them, show me how eager you are to please me." With each strong thrust, Tomas vented his anger on your poor pussy.

[thesightstoshowyou]

Sooo my Ghoul idea! So fem reader, the ghoul takes an odd job unlike his regular job with just killing people for money. A employer hires the ghoul and pays him BIG BIG “money” Caps to bring his daughter home safely across the dangerous wasteland. The reader is a vault dweller and so is the father who has outside connections so he knows who to contact and bring his daughter back. She snuck out to see what up top was really like, and to escape an assigned marriage. Reader is not so bright, basically a bimbo 😅, first time for reader, reader actually finds him attractive, cream pie, Dom Ghoul. Hopefully this is something you’d like to write! ❤️

Thank you for this request!! I hope I did it justice 😁🥰

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Over Your Head

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x F Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Loss of virginity, degradation, thigh riding, a little of the Ghoul’s self-loathing, painful sex (that becomes not painful), nipple play, dacryphilia, spitting, creampie, copious dirty talk

The Ghoul heaves a world-weary sigh. “Listen, darlin’,” he starts as he grips your ankle to shove your foot away from where it teases his inner thigh. “Your daddy’s payin’ a hefty sum o’ caps to bring ya’ back in one piece. I don’t think he’ll appreciate me deflowerin’ his lil’ princess.” The last word is said with so much contempt even you can’t miss it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you whine, bottom lip protruding in a pout.

“Means you’re gettin’ on my last goddamn nerve.” The inhaler hisses when he sucks down a hit. Outside, the wind howls and rattles the foundation of the crumbling office building in which you’d taken shelter. He assumes the dust storm that kicked up and trapped the two of you here, alone, is some kind of divine punishment for his misdeeds. “I know there’s some fuckin’ smooth-skinned brat down in your vault who’s dyin’ to fumble around with ya’. You’re better suited for him.”

The Ghoul watches as your disappointed frown morphs into one of determination. He can almost see the gears working in your head as you try to think up a way to get what you want. You aren’t used to being told “no,” that much is clear.

Never has he regretted taking a job more than he does at this moment.

“I don’t want someone from my vault,” you say as you move onto your hands and knees. Languidly, you crawl through the sand and he can’t help the way his gaze falls on the sway of your hips. He grits his teeth when you slide into his lap, the warmth between your thighs settling right against his clothed cock. “I want you.”

“Did ya’ hit your head on the vault door on your way out, sweetheart?” he questions as your palms come to rest on his shoulders. His own hands, rough from life on the surface and scarred from rads, smooth over your hips and slide down to cup your ass. Irritation shifts into bemused resignation. Admittedly, it’s been a long, long while since he’s been intimate with anyone, and the way you’re writhing in his lap chips away at the last vestiges of his resolve.

“No?” you reply, obviously confused. Pretty…and dumb. Though, he’s still not convinced this isn’t some kind of elaborate prank. Why you’d want him of all people—when you could have anyone you want—is beyond his comprehension.

But, here you are, apparently ready and quite willing. Who is he to snuff out your hopes and dreams, as misguided as they are?

Slowly, the Ghoul inhales through his teeth as one of his hands slides up to grip the back of your neck. His thumb brushes over your nape and he feels a shiver zip down your spine. “I don’t think ya’ know what you’re gettin’ yourself into, sugar.”

Already, your eyes are half lidded and hazy, your plush lips parted to allow for quick breaths. Desperate. Innocent. “Pretty please,” comes your tremulous whisper.

He’s going to make you regret every decision you’ve ever made.

The hand on your neck twists so he can gather up a handful of your hair. He brings your face inches from his own so his lips hover just out of your reach. A grin pulls at his mouth when he feels you test his grip, desperate to close the distance.

He leans in until he’s a hair’s breadth away, until you can feel his exhale ghosting across your panting mouth. “Ain’t no backin’ out a’ this once I tear into ya’.” Hastily, you nod and a breathy whine sneaks past your teeth. Your unbridled enthusiasm is going to be the death of him.

Or you.

The Ghoul’s lips crash into yours in a searing kiss. He swallows your sweet mewl and the sharp gasp that follows when he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip. The feeling of your hips bucking in his lap and the taste of your blood on his tongue rips a rasping groan from his throat.

“Get up and strip,” he orders. He releases your hair and lands a stinging swat on your ass for emphasis. You yelp but scurry away, apparently determined to prove your obedience. The slide of your zipper fills the small space and the Ghoul’s eyes rake over your body as the vault uniform is peeled away, little by little.

The clink of his belt buckle follows and it’s nearly impossible to contain his snort of laughter when your eyes grow comically wide at the sight of him. He palms his cock and slowly hisses through his teeth when you squirm impatiently on the spot, now as naked as the day you were born. Even from here, he can see the arousal glistening between your thighs.

“Come take a seat, kiddo,” The Ghoul says as he spreads his legs and slaps a thigh. Eagerly, you straddle his quad. He wraps a hand around your throat as the other settles on your waist. Slight pressure urges the roll of your hips and soon you’re grinding your slick into his pants.

“What would your daddy say if he saw ya’ actin’ like such a desperate little slut, huh? For a ghoul, no less.” As he speaks, the hand on your waist slides up to roughly tweak a nipple. You squeal and attempt to twist away, but his grip on your throat prevents too much movement. The Ghoul clicks his tongue, “I thought I said no runnin’.”

“It hurts!” You whimper when he turns the same mean treatment on the other nipple.

“Then why are you soakin’ my pant leg, baby?” The moan you loose when his fingers slip down your belly to prod your clit heats the lust burning in his gut. He snatches one of your hands, wraps it around his length, and uses it to stroke himself. The slide of your soft palm along twisted flesh earns you a strained grunt and the briefest fluttering of eyelids.

He watches you from under the brim of his hat. Your eyes are locked on the way your hand works up and down his shaft, your bottom lip glistening where you’ve wet it with your tongue. You’re damn near drooling at just the sight of his cock. The Ghoul has had about all he can take.

“C’mere,” he growls as he grabs hold of your waist and hauls you flush against him. An anxious squeak leaves you when the head of his cock nudges your slick hole. “Deep breath, sweetheart.”

You only manage half an inhale before the Ghoul digs his nails into your hips to spear you on his girth. Your pained shriek echoes off the walls and you scramble to pull yourself up and off, but his grip keeps you seated and forces inch by punishing inch through spasming, untouched muscles. Too soon, you’re impaled up to the hilt, your eyes wide and brimming with tears, your jaw working open and closed like you can’t find the air to scream.

“Fuckin’ tight,” he mutters, nearly overwhelmed by the death grip your hot, slippery insides have on his length. A steadying inhale allows him to turn his attention to you. “What’s the matter, darlin’? Gettin’ split open by my cock not what you’d hoped it’d be?”

The Ghoul tugs you closer to drag his tongue through the fat drops now rolling down your cheeks. Pinching your face between thumb and forefinger, he forces your mouth open and spits your anguish onto your tongue. This seems to shock you enough to draw a choked, furious sound out of you.

“F-fuck-stop-it-it’s too-so full,” you stammer, your thighs shaking like the shingles on the roof above. The Ghoul chuckles, dark and low, as his teeth find the soft flesh of your throat.

“I told ya’ t’breathe, baby,” he reminds you between teasing nips and licks. Your skin is rich like the food they feed you down in that vault, your scent lacking the taint of fear that comes from living life in the Wasteland. Good enough to eat….

Laboriously, you gasp, each breath minutely relaxing your cunt, just enough for the Ghoul to give a few experimental thrusts. The sound you make is distressed, yes, but now there’s something else there to, something akin to that desperation you showed him earlier.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Learnin’ how t’relax and take it. We’ll make a good lil’ whore outta ya’ yet.” Slowly, he moves your hips back and forth as he speaks. Eventually, you get the message and clutch his shoulders to attempt a few tentative undulations of your own. The Ghoul growls, his nails digging crescents into your skin where he holds you.

Soon, no pain remains in your vocalizations. You whine and moan and keen so sweetly, your cries filling the shelter and mingling with the wet squelching of your cunt. You find your rhythm and bounce, unrestrained, in his lap as your juices soak into his pants.

Pressure builds in his groin. The Ghoul can tell by the way your hips stutter and your sweet hole clenches that you’re about to finish too. Hastily, he pulls you against him, plants his boots in the dirt, and hammers up into you until you’re screaming all over again.

You cum a half a second before he does. You freeze in climax, your back arching, so the Ghoul must dig his fingers into the flesh of your ass to work you up and down his girth. With a growl on his lips and teeth bared, his cock pulses to paint your guts in thick ropes of ecstasy.

Long seconds pass as you both hover together in that liminal space of bliss. “Ohh…oh god…” you sigh finally, slumping, boneless. He mirrors your sentiment with a pleased groan that rumbles in his chest.

A hand in your hair tips your head back so the Ghoul can assess your dazed expression. “Fucked what lil’ sense ya’ had right outta ya’, huh?”

“You don’t have to be mean about—

A yawn overtakes your affronted huff. You move to scoot off his lap. “God, I’m so tired now.”

The Ghoul hums disapprovingly and maintains his hold on your hips. “We ain’t done here, sugar. That dust storm is still howlin’ and you got two holes left for me t’abuse.”

Nervously, you laugh and shake your head. “But, I thought…I just wanted—

“A big, bad man t’pop your cherry so ya’ had somethin’ t’brag about back in your vault. Well, I intend on doin’ just that and there ain’t no sense in doin’ somethin’ halfway. Not my problem ya’ bit off more than ya’ could chew, sweetheart.” A chuckle bubbles up from his throat at your horrified expression.

“On your knees, sugar.”

[apollo-justice-irl]

we should consider the bad kids end up growing apart after graduation without a breakup. it's not intentional, there isn't any hostility between them, they just ended up doing different things. they do their best to keep up with each other, but it eventually it stops being daily check ins. it becomes once a week, then once every other, then once a month, until eventually they find out what's going on through the occasional instagram post. they love each other, they support each other, they just don't talk like they used to.

fig splits her time between leviathan and solace, not caring about her band's popularity anymore, and just focuses on what makes her happy. sometimes she writes a song about ayda but mostly they just live in the moment together.

adaine is in fallinel trying to rebrand the elven oracle as being everyone's oracle. she reconnects with her roots, and meets the family she has in fallinel still. they also think her parents sucked, but theyre glad to meet adaine.

kristen spends time finding herself. she spreads the word of cassandra, having reconnected with her and working through their differences. cassandra becomes a goddess for people questioning their sexuality, gender, religion, anything. theres also a small group of rogues and PI's who started following cassandra for the mystery part of "goddess of mystery and doubt", and because gods reflect their worshippers cassandra becomes a cool rogue type.

fabian opens a dance studio. he uses his trust fund money to make it so his students don't actually have to pay, but if they feel inclined they can donate to help the school. he helps his students when he notices signs of neglect or abuse. he knows how much it sucks to be neglected. he goes to therapy and eventually stops getting into toxic relationships. he gets along with gilear.

gorgug becomes a mechanic. he has a lot of fun working on the hangvan and it's nice working with tools. he tinkers for fun and makes stuff to sell on whatever their version of etsy is. he visits his biological parents, and they start to feel like family, too. he stays in elmville but does eventually move into an apartment where he doesn't break his bed every morning. he still visits his parents all the time.

riz hones his skills with magic. he takes a level or two in bard, and eventually becomes a spy like his dad. his mom is so proud of him, and it's nice to feel connected to his dad. he still uses the tools and gadgets he got while at aguefort, but he has a lot more now. he reconnects with penny and they start trading tips/tricks/stories from their jobs. he comes out as aroace, and it's the most free he's felt in a long time. he can finally mean it when he says it's good pressure.

[lexa-griffins]

For the glory hole prompt, Lexa is a down on her luck college student who lost her scholarship and needs to make money fast to pay for tuition. Her solution, she works at a sex shop with a "hole in the wall" for her mouth. Her first customer is Clarke

Anya works at the sex shop just off campus and she lets Lexa run her little business in the bathroom if she helps her out cleaning the shop and it helps make sure the only dick Lexa sucks is girl dick. The shop is extremily queer friendly and it even holds classes for safe sex in all its ramifications so it shouldn't be to hard for Lexa to find the clients Lexa desperately needs.

First day on the the job and Lexa kinda just sits around the shop for a bit chatting with Anya when a pretty girl comes in and declines Anya’s help as Lexa occupies herself with the display of small gag sexy gifts behind the counter. She starts to browse around and when her head gets lost in the shelves Lexa whispers to Anya about how hot the girl is and how she wouldn't mind sucking her dick for free.

Right on cue the girl comes back and asks Anya for the "glory special" quite confidently and Anya quickly gives her the key to the bathroom and tells her to wait a bit and to use the left stall, which Clarke does, winking at them both as walks into the bathroom. Lexa is trying her hardest to hide her blush by pretending to still be working on the display and Anya nearly bends down laughing at Lexa, who barely ever really calls any girl hot, being payed to suck the one girl whose dick she'd suck for free.

Lexa waits for a good two minutes before going after her very first client.

Now Lexa has sucked sick before. Not much but she has had sex with a few girls who have dicks. To be fair her glowing reviews on her blow job reviews might have been the reason she decided to go for this unorthodox method of money making. She figured, why not make a skill into a job?

Once Lexa enters the right stall the circular hole that connects the two stalls is already very nicely filled. Like... really nicely field. Not that the girls Lexa has been with weren't a healthy mix of sizes but she has never quite sucked a dick so... girthy. Pretty girl, pretty dick, Lexa thinks.

The sound of the door stall closing behind her seems to make the girl on the other side of the stall jump just a bit, the hard cock twitching with it which prompts Lexa to approach the hole and get on her knees, not wanting to provide bad service to her very first client.

Once she's face to face with it tho.... it looks even bigger if that's possible. It is leaking already and Lexa can't help but let her thumb graze the tip of it, letting her hand slide down the shaft realizing she can barely close her hand around it, needing to readjust her grip just so her fingertips touch. She must be taking longer than she expected calculating just how she's gonna approach this new challenge, breathing hitting the girls dick in warm puffs, when a breathy chuckle is heard from the other side of the stall.

"Think you take it all?" A challenge more than anything

Of course she'd be a cocky shit about her size. Lexa rolls her eyes but doesn't answer. Her job here is to use her mouth for much more enjoyable things.

Lex smirks when she jerks the girl twice and let's her tongue slide against her tip, hearing her take a shaky breath at the feeling. The sound of a body hitting the separator between them echoes through the bathroom, Lexa's tongue causing the girl to thrust involuntarily to try and force Lexa to take more.

If they were in bed, Lexa would have kept her waiting, teasing her until she was shaking and begging her to suck her. Lexa enjoys staring up at the women she's sucking off, watching their eyes go black and she looks up with big eyes and their dicks in her mouth. She can't recall the color of the girl's eyes but she smiles to herself knowing there probably isn't much of it left by now, mostly overtaken by black pupils for sure.

But they are not and Lexa fights her natural instinct to tease without mercy.

She cannot fit her fully inside her mouth she quickly decides, not without spending some time on it, time she most definitely does not have so Lexa fits half of the girls dick inside and let's her hand work the rest, settling into the head boobing and tongue work she's been highly praised for. She cannot say when or how, but her own finger are now pumping inside her own cunt as she perhaps underestimated how turned on this job would make her. Or maybe it's just this girl, whose raspy moans and groans have left her a wet mess and whose praises of

"Fuck you're so good at this" "Your mouth is fucking shit"

make her clit throb and beg for attention, the smirk Lexa cannot fight gaining her a humorously moaned "don't let it get to your head" from her client.

They cum at the same time, the feeling of Clarke cumming inside her mouth making Lexa quicken the pace of her fingers, falling apart right as the girls dick softens and falls from her mouth, her muffled moan still loud enough for the other girl to hear.

"Did you just cum too?"

Lexa does not answer with words, instead ridding her orgasm to the max, moaning louder this time as a confirmation.

"I'm Clarke btw."

Lexa isn't supposed to - and she'd prefer not to actually - know the name of her clients. Still, she's happy to know hers.

"I'm guessing you aren't going to tell me yours." Clarke is clearly not even slightly mad about it but Lexa is still glad she understands. The silence seems to answer her questions. "I figured. Well, that was... fuck, that was amazing. Exactly what I fucking needed let me tell you."

Lexa smiles bright now, glad her first client is satisfied.

"Well, I- I'll be for sure returning. Bye. And thanks"

And with that she's gone. She pays more than Lexa's fee was and despite no one else showing up for her Lexa already made more with Clarke than she thought she would make in a week.

She gains a few more clients. Clarke keeps coming back. She knows her well by now and although Lexa would prefer people not identifying her for her voice, Clarke is talkative enough for them both, mostly unimportant stuff but Lexa feels comfortable sucking her off as she talks about her day.

They keep at it until the end of the semester and Lexa makes enough to cover that semesters tuiton. When February comes, she starts back up again, Clarke once again showing up regularly. Her voice and laugh is still fresh on Lexa's mind as she walks in her lesson for the new semester and the voice of her TA takes her by shock. She quickly stares ahead, hoping it is just someone with a strictly similar voice.

Sure enough. That's Clarke.

[letters-to-teaching]

Teaching in FL with standards while bi and liberal

Letters to Teaching

I hope very much that you will read all of this before commenting. I am a human being and have made my own mistakes, to which I have consistently owned up. That being said, 

CW for general shittiness of US, Florida, gun violence, mental illness, poor treatment of teachers and kids. 

Anyone have time/spoons for a frank and open conversation about teaching in the US, Florida in particular?

Still into it? Please consider whether you’re ready to consume this information. It may end up being surprisingly un-traumatic for you, but for me it’s both rambling and just ~a lot~.  Buckle up, star children. 

So yeah here we go. Diary entry or whatever. March 29 2023, in which I say a few of the many wretched things that have sucked in the last four years. This will take a while but I promise it’s all important. 

What follows is a brief summary of my personal experience and the desperate hope that I can fall in love with teaching again. The classroom used to be my most joyful place, but with each year, particularly after leaving my former position at a wonderful school, the profession that once gave me passion and purpose has increasingly become nothing but a cesspool of dread and broken promises. 

Frankly, my students and my program deserve someone like my 23-yr-old self: willing to do and give every particle of my being to teaching,. Realistically, those teachers shouldn’t be willing to do that. We are not able to do that. We all deserve better pay, more respect, and better training, both social and emotional. Our worth should not be determined by our productivity. 

I’m tired now. I’m so fucking tired and so incredibly devastated to see how much teaching, this school in particular (my alma mater), has warped me. Especially with the comparison between my former school’s response to COVID vs that of my current employer. Mine truly used to be an exceptional school, and I’m devastated to see how far it’s fallen. I thought I could be part of the solution, but here’s what has happened in my time here:

Year 1: accepted a job making the same salary ($46k) as my previous job bc I wanted to be close to my mom and I naively believed that this school shared my pursuit of excellence and inclusivity. Taught 7 classes with no planning period for no extra money. Helped colleagues navigate online challenges during COVID, hosted lunches and socials to help students connect in isolation, and designed entirely new curricula to best support online learning. 

Year 2: Forced (on threat of firing) to teach two periods of English with two week’s notice and neither training nor a textbook. Parents and students were vocal, toxic, and furious that I was drowning and couldn’t keep up with lesson plans and grades. Their concerns were valid, but the administration left me entirely without help. 

Year 3: Began with zero support /confidence and increased scrutiny due to my challenges from the previous year. Admittedly, this lack of respect and support did cause me to be behind often on grading and communication. Written up for (legally) discussing pay when I learned a coworker was making $10 less per hour than I was. Took on all of the classes in my program when my co-teacher (justifiably) bailed due to discrimination and poor treatment with literally a week’s warning, which led to me teaching a lunch class and another period with two classes at the same time for a total of nine preps. From day one, a group of students actively tried to get me fired and intentionally bullied kids away from my program. Admin refused to do anything and blamed me, taking away my entry level classes and functionally killing my program. I expressed that this decision ensured that there was no possibility for growth, but was again ignored without consideration. 

Year 4: intense criticism over the fact that I haven’t been particularly successful in my position. I fully admitted my own part in this. Constant terror that my contract means nothing in an at will state. Two new situations in which I am teaching multiple classes in the same period. This year alone I am generating curricula for 10 unique classes during 6 class periods. 

No matter what happens, I will always be honest. In this hostile environment, my grades ~were~ often  late in my second and third years. Parents complained, students actively worked against me, and I have been paralyzed with fear and largely unable to dig myself out. I am not blameless here, nor have I ever pretended to be. My frustration is the choice of my administrators to place every ounce of the blame upon me. My department chair was told that the classes which could save my program were taken away due to scheduling conflicts, while I was told that they were a punishment for my low recruitment numbers. Whatever improvements I make are ignored, while every mistake is a point of discussion. 

My own dean suggested that I get out as soon as I can. He sees the writing on the wall. 

The one breath of fresh air is the possibility of returning to the only school that treated me reasonably well. The school that I loved, the school I left to be nearer my mother. The school that, despite its own problems, I never forgot. 

The education system is broken. In ten years and three schools, my salary has gone up by $8k (now $46k) while my living expenses have skyrocketed exponentially. I am unable to purchase Expo markers or even notebook paper and pens for my students. 

Teachers and students risk our lives every day we set foot on campus. Our livelihoods are threatened when we speak out. 

I generally try to end posts on a message of hope, but at this point I am sincerely asking for help. America’s teachers are HUNGRY; we are TERRIFIED; we are THREATENED; we face DEATH each day. Help me. Help us. Be a voice for the voiceless. I beg you. I love you. I honor you. 

[freezeriafan]

Johnny anon here! Fortunately other characters I have brainrot for include robby and timm so, have you got some Robby headcanons?

ROBBY!!!

- He is Allan's intermittent roommate in Allan's tastyville ranch style house. I think this may have come from in the first papa louie platformer they were roommates BUT I THINK THAT ACTUALLY It was Allan and Taylor who were roommates becasue I remember drawing things on my whitebaord about that (Allan and Taylor were roommates for a while before Taylor and Chuck became roommates and I have headcanons about that but they're brief but now is not the time) BUT that was a long time ago and I havent looked it up in a while so. I dont know. I dont know why I wanted Allan amd Robby to be roommates. I dont rememebr what connection those characters have, but I see them paired together as a duo a lot in fanart, so whatever it is, it's not just me. And I dont know why I decided that Allan has moved out of the apartments and into a ranch style house. I have no clue where that came from

- Robby is out in the ocean for long periods of time but sometimes he gets shore leave /is in for the season, and when that happens Allan wakes up and finds his kitchen a mess and Robby on the couch. With the window broken in

- Robby keeps forgetting that Allan leaves a key for him under the welcome mat. Allan suggests that maybe Robby keep a key on him when hes out, and Robby says that the ocean is a ravenous mistress, who holds herself in no fault and no blame, carrying a necessary self-righteousness, who has stolen too many things from him already. So hes not interested in risking that.

- They're friends IDK they're bros. They eat poptarts together. Robby tells him ocean stories that are exaggerated / made up / just straight up myths and tales that have been passed down.

- Robby experiences what he dubs "ocean madness" which between you and me is bipolar disorder (extreme troughs and crests, he feels like the Mother Mar owns his soul, everybody serves somebody and he is a patron of the sea foam spawn Aphrodite, on various levels he sees within himself a lost soul, a loyal servant, a beast, a mermaid, etc)

- in his flipdeck it says that he first got a job on a shrimp boat in order to pay his rent becasue he spent all of his money on pizza. This occured during a hypomanic episode, the one thing I cant explain is how he managed to eat all that pizza with a muted appetite but I know he blew all of his money in the upcoming throws of mania.

- Then he got shipwrecked on an island for 3 years and HE WAS NEVER THE SAME!!! Now hes a boat dude. He knows pirate lingo. On that island all of the madness came together into a unified philosophy and he left it knowing deeply and intimately who the ocean is and how he is intertwined with her, shes a capricious deity and his happening upon the deckhand job was a matter of fate.

- He met Allan after returning to Tastyville after being a closer on Freezeria. The story goes that Robby was drawn to the lights of the Hockey Stadium like a moth, was denied entry, fell asleep in a nearby dumpster, and after the game Allan was walking out with his teammates and they were discussing pizza plans. Robby woke up when he heard "pizza" so he clambers out and lands on two feet and Allan, who sometimes talks to bums and hobos for fun on the streets of Oniontown, says "Howdy!" And then they get pizza.

- Robby ... he will give you good solid advice ... but it just sucks sometimes becasue of how stony it can be ... it's not always applicable ... he tends to jump the gun on assumptions... hes like "ay... Allan... I loathe to see you break your heart on this siren .... you're much too good for this dastardly world... me advice is to run free ... break from the wench's chains before it's too late..." and Allan is like "I'm not dating her or anythign but she left her xbox here I'm just asking you if you can give it to her if she comes by asking for it? I'll for sure keep that all in mind though. You're very wise Robby."

- "We all got a little fruit in us." <- Robby quote

- "Ay, yer milkers be ridiculous, miss" <- Robby quote

- hes feels very tender about Allan TBH like hes never had a friend like that. And he feels like Allan is too good and too pure for this world and secretly he believes that he hinself is too maligned and bastardly and rotten and mad-stricken for Allan ... but Allan is in fact his equal age and he in fact knows the rough-and-tumble of life and yes hes got a tenacious and optimistic heart and it's just comical the way that Robby gets drunk and sentimental sometimes and he languishes on the couch and mutters things like "Oy the curse of the killer whale .. he cannae change his nature .. oy the scorpion and the frog ... he cannae change his nature ... if he knew best he would stay away from the frog lest they both perish ... oy the scorpion must stay out of sight of Hercules in the sky.. lest we see the most tender hero fall .." and Allan is in the kitchen in his boxers calling over his shoulder "Did you say strawberry poptart or smores I dont remember"

- the dynamic is sometimes that Robby is burned and rotten and wisened so he'll stand like a proper captain (hes a deckhand) and call Allan "boy" or "son" (but not "kid" becasue that implies distance and disrespect) as a nod to Allan's purity and innocence of heart, but other times at weird hours and when life gets strange he'll call him "love" and paw at his chest like a damsel and he may beg for forgiveness for things he hasnt done and cant help, though he deosnt believe that people can change which gods and forces of nature and stars and philosophies control their undercurrents, he can still apologize as a conscious man out of his own prerogative. And again Allan comes across as ditzy sometimes and he does have a sweet forgiving heart but obviously hes seen the dirty alleys of life and he knows the art of self-preservation. And hes also very transparent, and he is impervious to whatever layers of life Robby is on. So again it's like Robby is waxing poetic about beauty and the beast while Allan is just some guy who eats pizza and plays hockey like .... hes chill. IS THIS MAKING SENSE? I know that Robby's Venus is in like... Pisces or Cancer or something.

-Allan looks up to him and thinks hes wise. He also knows seamlessly what his faults are and through his own lense it's sympathetic and considerate, rather than self-burning and dramatic like how Robby tends to paint his flaws. Robby isnt self-deprecating by nature but he is fiercely introspective (water signs) and he perceives seas when there are only ponds. Allan hates to see him rot on his couch during a trough and Robby isnt around much during a crest and Allan just thinks that that's just his personality like it's fine. Robby thinks very tenderly of Allan and holds the lad in high regard, I think on some level seeing hinself in him, the seperation of beauty from the beast, the days when he was a normal Tastyville lad before the ocean stole him. Yeah I think Robby has some identity issues deep down. Hes taken on this persona becasue he feels it's all that's left of him and is what he deserves. He mourns what hes lost and his only solace is the ocean within and out of him, a higher power who plays him and whom hes meant to serve. Hes kind of like a mermaid. On some level he keeps himself away from Allan to keep him safe from the wickedness within and in other ways he cant help but to rely on him. All happening within him BTW becasue again to Allan it's very simple. They're bros. 🤜🤛 🤝

- the only songs on my Robby playlist are "G.U.Y." by Lady Gaga and "FROOT" by Marina.

- in Transfem Allan AU Robby is of course supportive like it's nothing but ... the way he feels about women and the way he feels about men is different .... but he and Allan are already bonded ... and my personal headcanon is that it's not transfem like "woman" it's transfem like "nonbinary and female aligned" and I think that Allan (Jacklyn if you will but she'll respond to both she doesnt give a shit) would have a very colorful and interesting way to explain that and Robby would think that it's beautiful and is the only thing that's made sense since the earth was pure ocean. He has a drag queen locked inside of him (a pearl locked in a shell) so I wonder if that plays into his perception of it, something about the mistress majesty of the ocean fair and her eternal dance with the Lady Luna and the active hot pink of ferocious sharks and desperate mermaids ............................. yknow

- I wish I knew anything at all about ships and ship culture from fucking any era and pirate lingo and stuff like that. Then I could really spin you a story

Maybe I should post the section of my old unfinished papa louie fanfiction that was about Robby and Allan... good way to procrastinate methinks .

THANSK YOU!!!!

[amzelindistress]

Every time I think wow, I haven't felt this low in a really long time! I end up sinking even lower into my depression. It's getting really, really bad again. Excruciatingly bad. (I haven't reverted to self-harm, tho. Yet.)

I feel so... worthless. hopeless. empty. void. numb.

I'm tired of having to explain why I'm no longer making XX amount, or why I'm not working, or what I'm doing during the days. I know she doesn't mean anything by it, but my mom keeps bringing it up and it just makes me feel bad. I was just mentioning today how I am only aiming to make X amount a week right now because CS has been exhausting me and she mentioned how I used to make XX amount. And once again I had to explain (for the umpteenth time) how AI has basically stolen my job/livelihood. (And I know she has ADHD and trouble paying attention/retaining the information I give her and I know she doesn't mean to make me feel bad. But it does. I was doing so well financially and now I'm not. It feels like there's a hole in my stomach and it just keeps getting bigger and bigger. (whoever said money doesn't buy happiness was a damn liar.))

I have a lot that I need to do and figure out but it's hard. And honestly, I have... I wouldn't say high support needs, as an autistic person, but they definitely aren't low, either. Medium? I don't know. But I'm not getting the support I need. (ps: I wish I could afford an official diagnosis. I wish I hadn't been failed as a child and had been formerly diagnosed.) I had high hopes when I signed up for the life coach but that was a mistake. It sucks because I don't really have anyone to give me the support/help that I really need. I love my mom but she's not equipped to help me with what I need. I mean, she has ADHD herself and barely passed high school. And I still have to help her with things, too. I just wish I had someone to help me out more. My mom tries. My best friend tries. But it's just not enough.

Finances are so tight right now. Between both me and my mom.

And there's just. So. Fucking. Much. To do. And I don't know how to do half the shit I want to do. And learning is so fucking hard. I need help. Who do I ask for help???

My dad's taking me to Akron on Friday and I'm really dreading the drive because we have to go on an interstate and being in a vehicle with him is really overwhelming. He always stresses me out and gets pissy on the road. Not looking forward to it. Probably won't even be worth the trip tbh. Meeting with my RA but what is she going to do for me? Tell me to lose weight to help my symptoms? Yeah, I already know that. Thanks!

Another thing that's been on my mind lately (although, tbh, I have 2987398472934 things on my mind lately) is my social skills. Or lack thereof. It's so hard for me to connect to anyone or to make friends. Even the group of "friends" I have right now all prefer the company of my best friend. And who wouldn't? She's fun and talkative. And I'm just me. Boring and quiet.

I'm trying to keep my mind busy, too. I'm trying to pick up a new hobby. But it sucks because I have a hard time following along with tutorials. I haven't even been able to get past my fucking Woobles kits because I keep fucking it up somehow and I've no idea how.

I. Literally can't do anything. Wow, wow, wow.

I can't finish my GED. I can't get myself to get my driver's license. I can't get a new job. I can't even pick up a hobby because I'm fucking stupid. I actually hate myself. I really, fucking do.

Right now I'm sucking back tears. You know when you suck them back so hard that your entire face hurts? That's me right now.

Yeah...

[pumpkinstep]

I'm just sad

I did a lot to change myself and improve. when I became homeless and free from my abusive family situation, I ended up in a group of guys who stayed at a youth shelter.

I told my bf, I'll call him B, what was up with me. I was desperate for connections and pandered a lot to get attention. I did a lot of attention seeking behavior but made it known I wasn't really serious or into them.

This guy stalked me a little bit, knew I was mentally and emotionally unstable and claimed me as family when I went on a tirade about how much I hate a commonly disliked asshole at the shelter.

it was obvious I wasn't in the right headspace to make clear rational decisions, I was crying all the time, visibly distressed, hardly eating and breaking down constantly. I told him I felt like I was stuck mentally at 16.

at the time I was still working, making 15hr and working full time. that's pretty good money

well he quit his job to try another one out and completely dropped the ball on it, so I helped him out. I gave him a weekly allowance and helped him get stuff he needed.

I even helped him get a place to stay, paying for his rent until I couldn't anymore. He let me stay sometimes and practically begged to hang out with me when I wasn't working.

then he freaks out one day because he thinks his long. distance gf dumped him and let's our friendship cross over more into the With benefits territory, (despite him adamantly claiming he would kill himself if he ever cheated. note that we've been hella handsy up to this point despite that.)

throughout our relationship, I've been shouldering all of the responsibility of keeping it running, always engaging in the things he likes, helping him out when he's distressed, cleaning and cleaning up after him. I did the chores and finances.

we started living together full time when covid hit and he had a job by that point and I didn't.

I felt trapped in the house and he kept me like a pet. only engaging with me when it was convient and making a big fuss about me going outside, (this was before lockdown.)

I genuinely feel like I've gotten more stupid by being around him for so long.

after a while I got fed up and stopped reaching out because he just doesn't meet me in the middle, he doesn't engage and he doesn't go out of his ways to do things outside of the bare minimum.

after I pulled away to give him space to step up on his own, he just never did and now there's hardly anything between us. I feel like I'm dragging him along and it sucks and it never feels like he's actually trying to improve.

he treats me like a mother figure and I hate it so much.

I didn't realize how bad it had gotten until I went through our discord to delete old messages cause I felt haunted by my cringey behavior. after reading through the old stuff, I realized he just sucks all the way around.

I confronted him on this and he confessed he was just using me back then and that he forgot.

I've been pretty upset about it since and even turned down a potential friendship because no one likes me unless I'm useful and I'm mad I let myself get so soft.

I'm disabled and no one can live alone in this economy so I'm forced to stay in a relationship with him. especially since he's made it very clear that he's the suicidal type when it comes to break ups.

it fucking sucks and I've pretty much closed myself off emotionally to new friendships or engaging with people in a serious way. the one time I open up and try to be a better person, someone stabs my squishy bits. how fucked up is that?

I don't love him. not anymore. and it angers me that he has the audacity to still say I love you and expects me to respond positively everyday.

he says he's trying to improve but then says he wants to spend time with me only to ignore me and get annoyed when I bother him.

I told him that I'm going to leave him the moment I can take care of myself if he doesn't get his shit together.

I know I shouldn't put too much blame on myself but I can't help but feel like I must have had brain damage to fall so low.

I guess I was blinded by my need for validation and shelter

[blahandwhatever]

So my mobile hotspot speeds have been throttled, and no workarounds have worked, so I’m living a slightly more cautious and limited online existence. It’s not as bad as it could’ve been - I remember getting my data speeds throttled years ago and the internet hardly being usable. It’s still usable now - quite normally, even, with text-based things like work and job hunting and writing here. Video is off-limits on the computer except for very short ones, and image-heavy pages take a while to load. Picture blog is slower but reasonably doable. For Tumblr browsing, the least annoying solution is connecting my phone to my computer via scrcpy with the browser in landscape mode and the sites in desktop mode. I’m learning some new things.

Work is still slow. I got my first project from my new job - a fairly small one with a surprisingly far-out deadline, though I intend to get it done this week. Have an interview tomorrow for the other job that doesn’t pay as much as I’d like. I’ll see if it’s worth taking on for a while, assuming I get an offer.

Studies have also been slow, and I’m doing more online surveys to hold me over until my next major one next week. I’ve expanded my reach to Survey Junkie and Ipsos iSay - both a little annoying, Survey Junkie especially in a number of ways, but it’s the best site I know of in terms of reward redemption, which is pretty much instant and available in bank transfer, PayPal transfer, and digital Visa gift card options (all of which can be ideal for me at times). 

I spent much Tuesday and Wednesday sucked into the survey vortex and feeling shitty, for reasons partly but not entirely related - there was definitely something physical going on lately that depleted my energy, possibly at least in part due to minor mold issues again. By last night, I started to feel more normal.

Today, I wanted to visit the botanic garden because I’d hoped to go this month and it was one of the month’s two free admission days. Unfortunately, there was still the $8 parking fee, and I had no money left after doing my groceries for the week. But I figured I could get a $10 Visa gift card to buy the parking online (bank’s account’s too deep in the negatives for surveys to do it much good). And that I did.

I woke up late and still tired and not sure I was in the mood, but it was a beautiful day, and I knew it would be good for me. But when I went to buy the parking online, I got an error saying they couldn’t process the card. I tried a different browser. I checked and made sure the addresses and everything aligned between the card and garden accounts. I called customer service, and they told me they couldn’t process gift cards (for ‘needs to be tied to an address’ reasons? though I put in my address in the gift card account). Nowhere did it say this on their site, and I’d always had gift cards work like normal credit/debit cards except in cases like gas stations or pay-over-time things where they need assurance that you have more money than what they’re currently charging you.

I was angry and I cried a tiny bit and I briefly gave up on my plans before deciding to take up some online reviewers on their recommendation to park elsewhere and walk to the garden. It might take a while, and eat into my garden time and energy, but it would probably be worth it, especially at no cost.

So I went - much later than planned, but I’d still have a solid couple of hours, and thankfully they’re lenient about the admission windows. First I thought about parking in one of the hotel or shopping center parking lots by Skokie Blvd, but I was paranoid about getting towed and decided instead on the other solution of the forest preserve parking a little past the garden. I feared it might be eerily secluded, especially coming back in the late evening, but it wasn’t too bad, and the walk was a pleasant enough one that only took me about 17 minutes - not the 30 one reviewer had said. A good solution indeed!

I got into the garden without a hitch. It was pretty crowded, as it can be in the areas near the entrance, and for a while I kept crossing paths with a loud and annoying group of teenage girls. But eventually the people dispersed, things quieted down, and I found the peace and joy I’d hoped for. I didn’t have time to traverse the place as thoroughly as I sometimes do, so, for the most part, I focused on the areas with the most flowers, and I found lots to love, and I took lots of pictures, and I even had a hummingbird hang around in front of me amidst some pretty flowers. I don’t know when the hell I’ll get caught up to the present day on my photo blog, but I look forward to going through these pictures someday.

And with this little evening outing, I got myself the best day I’d had in a while, coming home reinvigorated with the feeling of summer. As an added bonus, I got to spend my unused gift card on a few things I needed at home.

[thelandscapingemployeetrap]

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Topics Covered: 

What do you do when you have to use the restroom on a landscape site?

What’s the difference between an LLC vs. an S corp?

Finding a place to park the truck - story from Keith

How to transition from solo to having an employee without going crazy.

How to get started with landscaping equipment.

Hiring employees is not cheap, they are free.

What is the best way to remove weeds from flowerbeds?

When you have the right people, everything works

What percentage of our leads are coming from Google?

Increase the average ticket of each customer by increasing the price

How do you keep employees busy in the wintertime?

What’s the key to growing in your second year of business?

The importance of having a good accountant.

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  "Because if you're driving 20 or 30 minutes to customers lawn for 40 bucks, you're gonna you're not making any money. If you're driving 20 3040 minutes to do somebody's five or $10,000 and landscaping job it's worth it you're making money. There's people literally go and do $50,000 jobs and they'll sleep in a hotel room to go finish that job before they come back. I mean, there's people that do million dollar jobs. So you have to find out the law of diminishing returns on a gradient and where does the scale tip so it's the most healthy and profitable for your business. Now sometimes you're going to do inconvenient things when you're getting a business off the ground. Like I said, throwing the mud at the wall to see what sticks. You're going to do a lot of inconvenient shit and drive all over the place and say yes to everything to generate as much activity in the business as possible. But then once you once you really get going then you can kind of cut the fat and narrow back down and be more choosy. You got to get in where you fit in is my favorite thing getting where you fit in." - Keith

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[plutothe-pup]

Write your RPer Resolutions for 2023! (What are some goals for yourself as a writer? Improve descriptions? Plot with more members? Etc.)

Plot more; I’m very much a hands-off kind of person and often I do not approach people to plot or respond well to other’s coming to me to plot. I think this also just has to do with me and my socialization in general. I tend to fly by the seat of my pants and that’s fine and all but I do think I should probably actually engage in fully planned/developed and laid out plots for once. 

I would say a resolution is to dive into big plots more - but that is a lie. I will not do that even if I say I will. Maybe I can say focus on personal plots more?? idk

do more tasks - but the way this one is going is not a good indication I will follow through on this lmfaooo

/cracks knuckles and pulls out megaphone: No. More. Characters.; That’s right. That’s my resolution. I don’t want a SINGLE NEW CHARACTER in the entire year of 2023. I want to put all of my focus on the three I have currently in continuing, expanding and guiding their storylines and I want to focus solely on them. Like the good ol’days. Like when Lauren had a whole one character and refused to get a second one. Bringing it back. I will not fall to peer pressure. I will not be swayed. I will be strong. I will be brave. ( x ) 

Stop using song titles as thread titles. 

Stop using em dashes and the phrase ‘after all’ 

Write at least one resolution, or “goal,” that you have as an RPer for your character(s)

Greg: Explore relationships and mend the fight between himself and his parents. Get back on the upwards slope. Alternatively - spiral into Greg’s new normal. No in between. Chaos energy only. Graduate his Masters program.  Seb: Get this man a new job, or join the VFD. SOMETHING. He needs purpose. Build bridges between the gaps in his relationships with his brothers. Try and break the attachment to his biological ghost family so he can have peace.  Milo: Originally I wanted him involved in both sides of the fence. I wanted Milo to dip himself into the kinds of things he was raised to do and continue having that moral/family conflict of doing what he knows is right vs what he was raised to think was right. To have him excel in something shady and have to dig his way out of that mess - the problem is he’s like too deep in wanting to impress Pip that it’d be a lot more difficult to pursue this. So perhaps just FINDING HIMSELF. 

Write at least one resolution IN CHARACTER for your characters. What do THEY want to accomplish or change in the New Year?

day 1: imma skip this one day 2: ....oh my. all of my characters suck and are like ‘resolution? lol’  day 3: maybe I can leave it blank.  day 4: damn well I guess I can’t bc the last one needs these...  day 5: god DAMN this is hard why do yall suck so hard day 6: ok seriously  day 7: im not even going to do this god day 8: TODAY WILL BE THE DAY.....ugh

Greg: Survive until 2024. Move. ...hm. OBTAIN THE LEGENDARY WEBKINZ CROWN OF WONDER.  Seb: [Redacted].  Milo: Graduate Secondary, help Pip get enough money to attend NYU, pay back Amy & Pip, Figure out his future. BREAK HIS CURSE. 

List one or more characters you have never interacted with that you would like to do so

Doc - Doc is a lil shit and I love watching him cause old-man disgruntlement yet also still be very sweet and kind. I just think he’s neat

Jake - I can’t say I’ve never interacted with Jake, but I’ll consider not having interacted with Jake since 2018 (?) never. Which is surprising because him and Greg had very many potential connections and similar interests and would probably be........... - well not friends, Gregory is complicated but.. friendly. 

Drakken - That’s a chaotic energy I would love to be a part of. 

Talk a bit about your plotting style – what plots are you most drawn to? Do you prefer to come with a fully-formed idea and plot off that, or throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks?

As I think I’ve mentioned before I’m a... Best Supporting Actor kind of plotter. Which means that very rarely do I have this large arching plots for myself or my own characters, but instead am just happy to offer my characters in supporting roles towards other people’s plots. In case you haven’t noticed a lot of my large plots with my own characters often even happen off screen and I just casually drop mentions of it in threads until it finally comes to light (if it even ever does. For example; as mentioned above, Gregory has been completely estranged and hasn’t spoken with his parents since the Ruff to Fluff Re-opening. Did I ever do a formal plotted thread or self-para regarding this? No. Not really. Did I drop minor mentions of it here and there in various threads. Yes lol. This is how I work) Anyways - Which means I am very much in my own regard just a throw stuff and see what happens person. I have never been very good at having big central plots and huge inter-weaving story lines that all come together for one big thing. I’ve always just kind of been like ‘...what if we do x?’ and then see what happens with literally no further information. It’s incredibly hard for me to follow a bullet-point plot or to even plot a fully organized timeline kind of thing. My plotting style for the most part is.......... oh you want to do that? ok. - or ‘I’m going to answer this open’. 

Talk a bit about character relationships – what relationship are you most drawn to? How do you prefer to approach shipping (if at all!)? What, specifically, are you looking for right now for your character relationships? 

I’m very much fond of platonic, found family types of relationships, which...I think is evident if you look at most of my characters or the history of my characters. The large majority of them, if not......... all of them formed found-family relationships the most. Dodger, Greg, Roscoe, Milo, Sebastian. Those are usually the central relationships with my characters. Shipping is probably one of the rarest relationship plots I form if only because my approach to shipping is to........ not approach it at all. All of my ships form simply by authentic in character interactions and seeing where they go. They’re often not at all talked about or even discussed until the relationship/crush/etc is already well established. Right now I’m just looking to grow tighter/closer bonds for all of my characters since I seem to be playing two recluses at the moment and one social puppy who is trying to make friends. I want all of them to grow stronger bonds in friendships, but they do not make it easy. 

Talk about your dash reply style and your Discord reply style! (And if applicable, also your doc reply style). What do you like about each type of interaction? What is something you feel is difficult? 

My dash reply style is based solely on availability. I am definitely not the type of person who can post daily, and often it ends up happening on weekends but I do try to also post throughout the week. I’m also not a ‘few posts a day’ kind of person. When I have the time and the muse, I will literally charge through my entire draft list and spam the dash with every single thread I have at one time. When availability and time allows, I’m also very into back & forth dash RPing!!! Please never be afraid to hit me back right away, I came from RP’s that centered around the back and forth when online style and while I’ve adapted slightly to this RP, I still do enjoy that. Unfortunately, like I said, availability keeps me from replying to dash replies as much as I want to. 

I love a discord thread, if only because the simplicity of being able to reply on the go and anywhere I am at is very nice. Even if I’m away on a trip or on vacation or something, I enjoy still being able to reply to Discord events & threads. I’ll reply to these so long as I’m around and they’re much easier and often take less thought than dash replies so it feels like a far larger amount of development can happen in a much shorter time. Standing events? special events? private server.... just in dms. whatever. love a little back and forth quick rping. little tidbits or musings. always fun. love discord. 

My doc reply style is similar to dash, but also more available as I can reply on the go or wherever. However, the downside to doc replies is I often forget about them and am like ‘oh shit the doc’ because they’re not right in front of me and I’m not just visiting Google Docs every day like I am tumblr or discord. I only really do doc stuff if a) it’s a secret/private thread we want to keep hidden until it’s done. b) it’s a time sensitive thing/heavy thing, c) it was from the past/or for the future and we just know we won’t hit the actual time period on the dash. 

Plotting Exercise! Pick one of the resolutions/goals in #3 and plan a rough guideline to how you could accomplish it. Here’s an example.

Milo seeking help for his curse: 

Milo talks to Pip about trying to break his curse after a series of unsuccessful attempts at finding some kind of good middle ground for what Milo can and can’t do. They discuss some starting ideas and Pip gives Milo people he might be able to talk to. 

Milo goes back to Mim since she’s one of the few people who know about his curse and has tried to help before. He hopes that Mim might have some connections that could help and he gets information on Martin, who also might point him in the direction of other people who could assist. 

Milo meets back up with Pip at Hatters and discusses what he’s discovered (nothing), and laments the fact that he’ll be cursed forever, much to Pip’s disagreement. 

Desperate for some kind of answer, Milo seeks medical help because maybe a doctor can help and tries to get Tibbs or Dian to fix him. Though there’s nothing they can do for a curse and have no choice but to send him away. 

Milo runs into Yzma and spills his secret to a stranger in a fit of desperation - agrees to be a test-dummy for experiments or whatever they need in exchange for any chance of breaking his curse. 

Considering seeking a higher power in the BOARD and see if Swynlake itself has any recommendations or resources for cursed persons. Try to speak with Al, or Isaac. 

Give up. 

(Not the canon take, I can assure you) 

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SKELETON CHARACTER: THE SOUNDMAKER

OVERVIEW -

Pump, pump, pump it up! There’s nothing truly like the feeling of vibrato in your bones as a crowd goes wild over your own music vibe. This muse is hooked on the high and to say they love their job is an understatement. What started as a hobby making tunes in their mom’s garage on TikTok landed them in Manhattan’s hottest nightclub, living out their dream of bringing music to the ears of dancers, and feeling the melody bring the crowd together. There’s something intimate about hearing a crowd scream into the bass drop, and this muse is having the time of their life. Complaints are far and few between — consider them an optimist. Not even. The glass isn’t just half full, it’s the best glass that was ever made! They’re a free spirit. Always have been. The world can’t get them down. Not their boss, not their shitty roommates, not their coworkers, and not that one patron who comes up to them every friday to tell them how much their music sucks... but still keeps coming back every week. Haters will hate. This muse is on cloud nine, and when the beat drops, everyone else is too.

DEMOGRAPHICS & DIVERSITY -

Muse Age + Gender: 20s + UTP

Muse Occupation: DJ at The HYDRA Nightclub

Suggested Faceclaims: Ruby Rose, Jesse James Keitel, Theo Germaine, UTP

Diversity: Must be trans or gender non-conforming

CONNECTIONS -

THE CLUB PROMOTER: To promote the best club, someone’s gotta make it the best club first. This muse and the Club Promoter go hand-in-hand, arm-in-arm. They’re what makes this place the best in the borough, and they both know it. They feel unstoppable together, and they couldn’t ask for a better coworker. When shit comes up, they take care of it, and even more so—lend a shoulder to rant to. Smoke breaks and after-shift hangouts make for a great friendship. Maybe even a best friendship. Either way, these two are inseparable at work, and can often be found taking the piss out of each other.

THE BOTTLEBOY: The Bottleboy isn’t exactly everyone’s cup of tea. He’s pretty eccentric and sometimes downright wild, but that’s never deterred The Soundmaker. If anything, these two feed off of each other’s energy. Menaces to society. Partners in crime. They might enable each other a bit too much—might even be bad influences to each other. But hell, you only live once!

THE MANAGER: Bosses, amiright? Yeah, they say people don’t quit jobs, they quit managers. The Soundmaker can handle the Manager’s shit, though. They see right through the Manager’s micromanaging, high-strung attitude. Even if the Manager doesn’t think anyone else pays attention, the Soundmaker sure as hell does. Maybe they’re a little nosy... but that doesn’t keep them from wanting to know all the Manager’s dirty secrets. Including the dirtiest one of all. Airing out the dirty laundry is dangerous when that laundry is money. The Soundmaker is the only one who knows the Manager is laundering money under the owner’s nose, and they use that to their advantage. Who ever said blackmail made you a bad person?

THE JANITOR: Oh, man, this place gets messy. The Soundmaker feels for the Janitor. They really do. Some nights, when they’re still coming down from the high of the night, they’ll help the Janitor out with picking up all the solo cups and streamers. That leads to late night talks, anything from philosophical banter to sharing their trauma. The Soundmaker doesn’t meet many people who don’t live on the surface of their lives. If anything, they themselves aren’t really that deep, but the Janitor makes them want to be. They find themselves missing the Janitor’s calm energy. They’re on polar ends of the eccentric spectrum, but sometimes opposites attract, and sometimes they’re full on magnetic.

[truetraumadumping]

finally something positive but like super long because it has been a while

I usually come on here to rant the worst and be negative because there isnt really any other outlet for me to do that. We often have the worst luck and live the saying “when it rains, it pours” through and through. But for once the overall of this post is positive and celebratory, after some bitching and dumb shit of course lol 

We have been stuck living with my SIL&her boyfriend since April 1st. Jack has his own small room, a tiny toilet&sink room between his room and ours. Our room holds us, our 2 dogs and 5 cats, then all that comes with it i.e. litter boxes, bed, desk for when I was working my last job. It is just cramped and annoying and rough. It isn’t our 1st choice at all, but with our animals and what our bring in money totaled to, we could not get approved anywhere. We have spent almost a grand on application fees this year alone. About a week ago or so, we were talking about something else to do with my new job***(connects below with same symbols) and she fucking said “ No offense but how much longer y'all tryna stay? “ literally word for word what she messaged....... fucking seriously bitch? 1st of all, every single animal except 1 cat, we have because of her, we have a child to care for financially and all aspects, because she had him and CAN’T DO IT HERSELF, 2nd WE DON’T WANT TO BE HERE EITHER not only are we all smushed into these rooms, we have 0 privacy, they don’t take care of their own cat litter boxes as they should so it always smells terrible out there, so I cant even have anyone over if i could get over the dogs and the room and such, they own this trailer and are just letting things fall apart and there is so much mold growing in the bathroom its terrible for everyone’s lungs. They sell weed so our anxiety is ALWAYS high because we have a child here so god forbid they got busted we would all be fucking screwed and the dogs barks every time someone knocks to come pick up so we have to tell them to shut up multiple times an hour every single fucking day and finally 3rd of all they cant even afford their own lives without us, literally, they do not make enough money and depend on the people staying here rent money for their bills. so like why you asking that shit?? she also could’ve worded it so many different ways, saying the same point without the attitude, and we all know things that start with “no offense...” are always fucking offensive. 

So I got laid off from Premier 10/31; I took that week to just do nothing and kinda wallow cause it fucking sucked and all that. I knew I would get approved for unemployment, my boss already told me to apply and claim it, but my ID expired a few months ago and it hasn’t been an issue so I hadn’t looked into what I needed to do for a new one. However to apply for unemployment, I needed a valid form of ID.... so they recently combine the local offices into 1 location and the next appt when I looked wasn’t for like 3 weeks out  uuggghhhh so I booked it in case I couldn’t find a way there for a walk in before then. I did when Billie finally went and got hers done by appt ((side rant, she went unemployed for like 4 months July-mid October, did NOTHING, didn’t apply for unemployment, actively look for a job, NOTHING)), I had to wait there, well outside the building for over 3 hours. finally got called to the inside waiting room so even if they closed i was going to be seen that day. I brought cash to pay since paying with card had a percentage surcharge and over course out of 15 clerks only 2 handled cash, so I had to wait a little longer for that aspect, but once I was finally in front of the clerk the entire interaction from start to walking out was maayybbee 15 minutes, it was insane. Side note I not only was able to update my address finally but also my middle name was spelled wrong on it so I finally got the corrected too. Anyway with the new type of ID cards, they don’t print them right there, they give you a temporary paper and you have to wait she told me 2 weeks for the state capital to send it out to me. JFCCCCCCCC so when I went to try and apply for unemployment I couldn’t because they wouldn’t accept the paper temporary ID and they wouldn’t accept the expired ID I still had because the address has changed, this was all online. So I tried calling and its an automatic system of course, so they ask for an 8 digit pin with your SSN, and if you are new enter a new one, and they saying checking it, then it restarts the whole process, over and over and over and over again. I did it 15 times before I just lost my mind and hung up. There was no operator option, pressing 0 over and over did nothing like some systems triggers you to an operator. The only other option was the unemployment office itself; since COVID they do appointment only but you can’t schedule an appointment without an account so online and by phone were not an option for scheduling and they won’t even let you inside the building without an appointment confirmed on their end by your name over the door speaker. So there I am unemployed, not able to bring any money in for however long because even after I finally get my ID I have to wait the employer dispute period after applying. 

Oh, also before the day spent waiting to do my new ID but after my wallow week, I spent an entire day redoing my resume. It had been so long since I had updated it, the expected style has changed and I had to track down some info to update it. I also had to go over dozens of phrases and skills to build it just right for the positions I wanted to apply for. It was brain melting but I did it and it looks great. So the next day I applied for 25 jobs, this ranged from just sending my resume and answering some basic contact info and availability questions to like full blown tests with math and science questions. It was wild how different the process is from the last time I did it all. With Premier I got the job because I knew someone working there and she knew I needed the job, the boss knew Max from way back in and was like “yeah she’s hired” I didn’t even fill out an application for the job until like 4 days into training lol! Then with Schedule It, I was hired for call center originally and storm season was fast approaching so I would’ve been hired pretty much no matter what and only applied to a couple other places. So this latest was the most I have ever done job/career wise. I really wanted something remote and like data entry or such, not on the phone because in this space, all of us cramped and the dogs always braking from their sale traffic, calls would just be insane. Outta those initial applications I got back like 4 immediate nos and 1 to move on to the next step of their process, which I did but it ended up being a sales position with pay based on how many sign-ups you got, no thaankkk you. Then I got a couple more “no we went with some one else” emails, was still waiting on my ID to apply for unemployment and just all around in the dumps over it all. ((side note SIL got a job at Murphys purely on a friends word and they didn’t treat her great, had some staffing issues then messed up her 1st paycheck so she no call/no show quit because she supposedly had a management position with Dominos but never started it, then got told it is actually part-time nights hahahahahaha after waiting around for this new Taco Bell location to open up because she supposedly knows the GM and will get hired as management there when they open)) I finally had to tuck my pride and ask my Dad for help buying some groceries because little man got super sick during all this and so was home for all 3 meals and I had no moeny coming in for sure until the beginning of the month with Max’s check; Dad of course helped us majorly, so grateful for him and we haven’t had to ask him for help in a while so it wasn’t a big deal really. 

So finally I got my ID, earlier than anticipated luckily and finally got unemployment set-up so the waiting period could start. Then I got an email that someone finally wanted to interview me for their available position, a basic into interview really. They told me about the position, expectations/tasks and pay after going over my work history with me. Fully Remote Customer Service Representative for PNC Bank! Not only remote, but for like a real legit sold company instead of a start-up or some sketchy fly-by-night one. Issue being it is phone calls, I am supposed to have a fully closed off space with no distractions i.e. ours will not work at all between smushed in 1 room and the dogs. But the pay is literally life changing for my family, it will get us out of poverty and living paycheck-to-paycheck, it cannot be passed up. We could get out of staying here with just a few paychecks easily, it is just getting set-up and doing it a bit. So Max and I thought maybe putting a shed up, set me up out there in it to avoid all the issues and we would move it with us since we were planning to get into one of the new trailers right in this same park. *** so we bring this up to my SIL and supposedly sheds are not allowed per lease even tho we have watched a few neighbors put sheds up since we started staying here. Now we have 0 clue wtf we are going to do because my set-up just cannot be worked in here, simply cannot and I NEED to get and keep this job, it is too big of a chance for us all. So I think “hrm, well dad had talked about helping us with the move-in cost of a place, we just hadn’t done it cause my previous job wasn’t enough for rent every month, but with this new one it will be, so maybe he could get us in one of these new trailers in the park and boom there we go”, so the next time I see him I bring it up. Now quick side note, his girlfriend was in a major car accident several weeks ago, like a really bad one, in a wheelchair, back brace all of it. Also they have been building their dream house out on my Dad’s lake property, I knew it was really close to done, but it is actually finished and with her being in a wheelchair and all, his old place didn’t let her get around well. So when I brought us needing out to Dad, he suggested his old place. He owns the land its on, it’s all fenced in, the trailer on it isn’t amazing but it is livable and will be ours! We are going to pay him “rent” to go towards buying the trailer and land, it’ll be ours in just a couple of years, then we can work on getting our new custom trailer on the land. It is on the edge of the bigger city, puts school in a better school district and we won’t be in the same park as where we are now so we can avoid my SIL for a while! 

[minhavn]

Dom beomgyu x f reader - dollification

- 💋 anon

warning : smut (mdni), dollification, age gap, sugar daddy!gyu, implied mody modification, praising kink, oral (fem), intern!reader & not proofread

a/n : first of all, idek much about dollification so pls forgive me if this doesn't look like what you imagined cos most of this is according to Google wasjksksksksmsms 😭🙏💔 anyway, ill add you to my anon list then, darling, muach 🤍

Choi Beomgyu—a self-made millionaire and up-and-coming businessman despite his young age. Starting from the bottom as a broke college student who lived from paycheck to paycheck from his part-time job, he was able to climb up to the top twenty of richest people in Seoul.

Handsome face, silver tongue and promising future. Those three were the main reasons why he always stood under the spotlight, having numerous people from different backgrounds and motives surrounding him like bees, chasing after the sweetest nectar they could suckle on. It's not like he didn't know who he should take as a friend or foe, Beomgyu was a smart man—he wouldn't let anyone take advantage of him before he could do it first.

But, you.

There was a different air around you, despite him finding his past self inside. Maybe it was because you didn't curse at your parents for not giving you a life everyone wishes for or because you could blend in with other employees despite your position as an intern, something he wish he could do years ago.

But, then again, if he did that, he might not able to achieve life of luxury he was living in now.

But, then again, he couldn't help but find himself getting attracted to the new intern—who were currently sleeping on his chest peacefully, unaware of the motive he had once he got his hand on you.

"So pretty..." He whispered under his breath, playing with your silky hair and inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo—reminding him of the sweet smell of summer fruits that sold at the market and the salty sweet taste of salted caramel ice cream he craved whenever it got too hot for him.

You were a pretty girl, that was something even him couldn't ignore. But, there was this slightly off feeling whenever he looked at you, something that encouraged him to mold you into someone who would grab everyone's attention whenever they saw your delicate figure in his arm, dressed in the most expensive dress he could find and buy with money.

"My pretty girl," he took your hand in his bigger one, remembering that it was almost as big as his when you both first met and thanks to his connection and money, he could afford some surgeries to turn you into his dream girl.

Noticing you squirming slightly, he looked down and found big, doe-like eyes looking at him with nothing but pure curiosity and adoration—making his heart skipped a beat before wrapping his strong arms around your small waist. "Sorry, did I wake you up, little one?" You shook your head at his question, burying your face into the soft lock of wolf cut he had and tracing your fingers over his bare chest.

"Fuck, pretty girl," he gasped, pushing you underneath him and trapping you between his arms while flashing a half-smirk at you, looking down at the soft pastel babydoll dress he personally chose for you to wear whenever spending a night with him. "And I thought you won't act up if I didn't pay you any attention for five minutes," a deep chuckle escaped from his lips, hair covering most of your sight and leaving his face as the only thing in your eyes.

Beomgyu wasn't a gentle man, but he wasn't exactly rough either. His touch lingering and always left burning sensation once it left your skin, reminding you that you were his only, his personal doll that he molded based on his taste.

Digging his nails into your hips, you looked down and found how vulgar his current look was—dipping his head between your legs and sucking your clit, running his warm tongue along your slit before giving it a shallow thrust. "Taste so sweet, hmm," he looked up, staring at your glossy eyes and luscious lips, letting out soft whimpers and pleading mewls whenever you were close.

"Patience, darling," he gave your thigh a slight slap before positioning himself between your thighs, pressing your legs against your chest and giving you time to adjust his size.

"Don't want to see me angry, yes? You know a doll should always keep quiet and take whatever is given to her, hmm?" He smiled, knowing so damn well you wouldn't reply to him—taking your role as his obedient little doll seriously.

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Geralt’s Other Half (pt. 1)

A woman who goes by the name of Hope, one day gets taken into a world she has thought was only on television. The longer she stays, the more she realizes that maybe this place wasn’t unfamiliar to her after all. In which two complete opposite’s are connected through Destiny without even knowing.

In this story it doesn’t go by the show or games at all, I kind of made a twist on it. I’m not 100% knowledgeable on the witcher because I’ve only ever watched the show, so I’m sorry if it’s a little rough. Also, you can change her name and read it as an x reader if that is better for you

Angst, slow burn, asshole geralt, soft Geralt, protective Geralt, jealous Geralt, jealous reader/OC, 18+, violence of course, happy ending

Next

Ever since Hope was a little girl her life had felt off balance, like there was something... missing. She could never pin point exactly what she was missing, but as she aged this feeling grew and eventually she felt like she didn't belong in this world of hers at all. There was a feeling deeper inside her that made her feel like she was meant for something greater, like she was meant to be somewhere that was way out of her reach.

Life became tiring for the poor girl, constantly having to fake her smiles, her happiness, and her determination for what lies ahead of her. Never knowing if this soul sucking feeling would ever leave or if she was just cursed with it for the rest of her shitty life, but she has always hoped it was the latter. Sometimes while she's sitting there writing her little stories to escape the grim reality she lives in, she would think about how her life would be ten times better if she were to just be transported into an entirely different universe, maybe then the feeling that's been weighing on her for the past 20 years would finally be able to dissipate.

Though life is never that easy now is it? At least, that's what she thought until the utterly unexpected happened.

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A white cloud of smoke leaves the petite girls plump lips as she tries to warm up her tiny frosted fingertips. The weather has turned to absolute shit in the past few days, climate change has really begun to fuck up the planet and she sadly had to suffer earths mighty wrath this horrible evening. Maybe only throwing on a thin sweater wasn't her best decision, she thinks to herself as little flurries of snow begin to fall around her and cover her body as she continues to speed walk down the busy street. Her meeting with her mother is far from what she would like to be doing right now and she would more than love to slow her pace to lengthen the time before she has to come face to face with the woman. Sadly, the weather though, seemed to be on her wretched mothers side. So here she was speed walking as fast as her little legs could carry her.

"Why must this world hate me?" She mutters out between her chattering teeth and like usual she doesn't get an answer, only a few odd stairs from the people walking by her.

The familiar exquisite looking cafe comes into view and she cant help, but roll her eyes like she always does when it comes into view. Her mother has always enjoyed ravishing in her husbands money and so she requests to meet at the most expensive cafe in town every. Single. Time.

You'd think Hope wouldn't mind, but no, she really minds, extremely minds. Her mother has no regards for money or other peoples struggles when it comes to herself. She expects and expects from her poor daughter, but leaves her hanging high and dry when it comes to finance or literally anything for that matter. Hope was almost homeless in her first year of college, which her mother had forced her to attend in the first place, because of the non existent funds she was qualified for and of course she didn't get a dime from neither her mother nor her step father. So Hope had to drop out to work a shitty 9-5 job just to be able to pay for her small, run down apartment and even then she barely could afford it. Therefore, yes, she really fucking minded seeing her wretched mothers infuriating face in a, 20 dollars a drink, cafe. Heavens forbid could she pay even a cent for a small drink for her, but no, she never does. So, the poor girl has to sit there starving and thirsty while listening to her mom berate her for her life choices.

As she begins to come to her last steps before being in front of the entrance, a weird feeling begins to swell from somewhere deep inside her. Her eyes furrow in confusion at the odd feeling forming, it was becoming even stronger than her constant feeling of being off balance and out of place. Instead of dwelling on it though, she puts it to the very back of her mind and writes it off as anxiety of the situation that was about to come. Her fingers wrap around the door handle and yanks the door wide open, a welcoming chime signalling everyone of her arrival. She spots her mother at a table dressed up in her expensive pencil skirt, with her silk tank and her long, furry, white coat that always makes Hope want to jump out a window at the sight of. The thing is horrendous and embarrassing, she never understood her moms infatuation with the thing.

She takes in a frustrated breath before stepping through the doorway, but instead of stepping into the familiar warm cafe, she steps into a... tavern?

Eyes wide in shock, her ears barely pick up the sound of singing coming from a certain bard just a little ways away. The muffled loud voices of the people spread throughout the room echo in her mind as she quickly whips her body around to look back through the wide open door that she had just stepped foot through. Instead of seeing the familiar street she's memorized like the back of her hand, she sees an unfamiliar dirt road filled with a few people in corsets and clothing that she's only ever seen in movies that are set in the medieval times.

"What in the bloody hell?!" Those words leave her mouth in a shout just before the feeling of a soft hand resting upon her shoulder causes her to jump in her shoes and spin around to face the stranger who touched her. Fear and shock pool around her orbs as she stares into a familiar man's eyes, but she can't even begin the fathom where she's seen him from before because there's no way in hell she's ever met the man in her life.

"Are you quite alright, little maiden?"

His British accent shocks her even more, that's when her ears begin to finally take notice on everyone else's bellowing voices around them and notices that they all seem to have the same accent as the man standing right in front of her.

Brownish, redish, curls shimmer back and forth as the scared woman shakes her head all while blubbering like a fish trying to breathe in air on the surface.

"I- yes I'm ok it's just..." her breath hitches as her heart begins to race, "where are we?"

The bards eyes finally leave the girls shocked face to rake over her small body. Never has he ever seen a woman like her, her garbs are something that no one he's ever crossed or bedded has ever worn.

She takes notice of the shift in emotion on his baby like face as they continue to stand there staring at each other in shock and amazement.

Just a few feet away from the two, a grumpy Witcher finally begins to take notice of his annoying companion's absence. It's become a somewhat norm to block out the bards obnoxiously loud voice, and so, he doesn't notice when that said bard had stopped singing and yapping in his ear.

"Fucking, bard." Geralt grumbles out before swivelling his massive top half around to skim his eyes across the room. He straight away finds the blokes god awful, greenish outfit, which almost makes him roll his eyes, but the petite figure in front of him causes him to freeze in his own skin. His chest starts to fill with that familiar feeling he has always awoken to after dreaming of that sweet girl who haunts him while he sleeps. He doesn't know what or why it happens, but it always does. Until now he didn't even think twice about it or who she was, thinking that his cursed mind had made up such a heavenly woman to torture him with, but no. Here she was. Standing there in those ridiculous, but oddly attractive clothing, and talking to the moronic bard.

"Fuck."

Without another thought, the massive Witcher stands up while keeping his eyes on the girls petite figure like she would just up and disappear the second he removed them. It's still hard for him to believe that his girl is actually here and a real breathing person. A grunt leaves his throat at his minds ridiculous thoughts of her possibly being his. As his feet take him closer and closer, a heavenly scent wafts through the air and into his nose. The smell is a mix between the soft smell of lavender and the strong, delicious, smell of pomegranate. The scent is so addicting that he doesn't even notice when he's made it to the duo.

The boy in front of Hope clears his throat while resting his hands on his hips and the next words to leave his mouth are said like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "We're in the city of Cintra, of course..." he pauses, "are you sure you are ok because what in the gods name are you wearing?!" She bites her lip nervously not understanding what the fuck is happening. Cintra? Where the fuck could that be? She thinks to herself as a giant figure catches her hazel doe eyes. With a flicker of her eyes, she catches the witchers gleaming yellow and orange ones and something inside her chest ignites like a flame. Her lips part slightly as their gazes stay locked.

Once he makes it to where he could reach out and touch her, he is then finally awoken from whatever daze he was put in. Locking eyes with her beautiful ones has made him able to put a name to the feeling in his chest. Belonging.

As the man her eyes are staying locked with is realizing this feeling, she is also realizing that her feeling of off balance has been completely wiped and replaced with that same electrifying feeling. She belongs here, wherever here is. Cintra? This massive man? This odd boy? She couldn't say, but she just knew that she had finally escaped that hell she had called a life and was about to finally begin the one she is meant to live. She doesn't know how she knows, she's just going by what the feeling running through her is telling her. She is meant to be here, meant to follow this breathtaking man with a stone cold face and somehow that excites her more than scares her. She has never been known to be the sane type of person after all.

"Hello?! Earth to the Witcher!" Jaskier snaps his fingers in front of the mans blank face causing an annoyed grumble to come from him and almost a second later, a death glare follows once he finally breaks eye contact with the woman.

With a clear of the throat she shakily holds out her hand in greeting, "Im Hope by the way, and you guys are?"

The two stare at her hand like it grew a face of its own, but she continues to keep her hand there awkwardly. When she finally about to pull it back dejectedly, the gruff, but attractive man, hesitantly does as she does. With a small smile she softly latches her hand around his and gently shakes it. A jolt shoots through each of them at the contact.

"Geralt." He grumbles out softly.

His voice sends chills down her spine and it takes every bone in her body to not physically shiver in pleasure. Who knew a man could look and sound like a Greek god. There's no way a man like himself could be anything, but that.

She smiles. Really smiles, for the first time ever and Geralt takes notice of this.

An odd feeling fills his chest which causes him to take his hand back quickly.

Her smile falters a tad, but it still stays as she says, "it's a pleasure to meet you."

She then turns towards the bard, and as her eyes really take him in, she freezes in realization.

Wait a minute, she thinks, there's no way...

She quickly turns back to Geralt in utter shock and says, "you're that Geralt of riv.. rivya? Uh-" Jaskier quickly cuts in, "Geralt of Rivia, yes! It seems she's heard of my song, aye Witcher?"

Geralt rolls his eyes and refrains from punching the bloke in the stomach after he had obnoxiously jabbed his boney elbow into the side of his stomach. "Your song is wrong and sounds like horseshit, Bard." Hope can't help, but to giggle at their light hearted interaction, which ends up doing things to the mans insides that he's never felt or ever wanted to feel before he found her. Her laugh sounds like soft wind chimes to his ears-

"M'no I haven't... well I have. That's just not how I know, it's because I'm very fond of watching compilations of the two of you..." she decides to keep the part of her being more fond of watching edits of the sexy Witcher, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of him anymore than she already has.

Jaskier looks at the odd woman like she's grown two heads and she looks right back at him with a soft smile that Geralt can't seem to stop staring at. "It's hasier right? Or something along those lines..." Her right hand shoots up to scratch the back of her head nervously. Hopefully the bard isn't too hurt by her butchering his name. She never had been one to be good with names, it's always been something she's embarrassed about.

His mouth opens and closes like a fish breathing in air, "it is Jaskier, little maidan!"

Geralt cant hold back the deep chortle that leaves his mouth which causes the bard to glare at him, "this isn't funny, Geralt!"

"Hmm. I find it quite amusing."

Hope quickly cuts in. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-"

The threes conversation is rudely interrupted by an angry mans shout.

"Hey! Yous better get outta the door way before I kick yous all out!"

Jaskier is quick to apologize and quickly ushers, or more like attempts, the Witcher to the bar with Hope following not too far behind. That's when her eyes take their time to roam over the broad mans back, never in a million years would she have ever thought she'd be here staring at the Geralt of Rivia. This shouldn't even be possible, but here she is.

He's got a very nice back, she thinks.

Her eyes begin to ascend lower and land on a certain area that she probably shouldn't be looking at.

And an even nicer ass, she blushes while quickly looking away.

The two men sit on a stool while Hope stands behind them awkwardly. She's not sure if she's welcome to sit beside the large man or if he'd rather her leave them be. She also remembers how annoyed he could get with Jaskier. So, If that's the case then where the fuck would she go? She hardly knows anything of this world, one step outside and she'd most likely be killed. With a nervous bite of her lip, she timidly sits on the stool that's close to Geralt. While doing so, her arm lightly brushes against his and his body goes ridged at the feeling the contact causes. This goes unnoticed by her of course, and she mumbles out an apology.

It's quiet among the two of them as Jaskier starts singing and wooing the woman next to him. What a fool, she thinks to herself as an almost silent giggle leaves her lips at the sight of a tall man standing up behind the woman, which causes Jaskier to splutter out apologies.

A gruff sigh is heard from Geralt. This makes her eyes switch to looking at him and she feels herself slightly melt at the sight of him. How can this brooding man that kills things for a living and who she had literally just met, be already making her feel this way. Then again she's always known that shes the type to fall too quickly and too hard for all her life. Even though, this time it feels different... almost feels like these feelings were meant to blossom. She's taken out of her thoughts by Geralts gruff voice speaking to her.

"Hungry?"

She looks away in embarrassment when those beautiful golden eyes meet hers. Jesus Christ Hope, you gotta stop staring at the poor man, she scolds herself.

"No, uh no. It's ok, I wouldn't want you to use your money on me."

He doesn't listen to her and instead gets the barmaids attention. The girl gives him a disgusted look, "what you want mutant scum?"

Rage swells in Hopes chest, wanting nothing more than to punch the hideous woman in her face for speaking that way to him. Though, instead she chooses to send her sharp daggers. She had honestly forgotten how disgusting people could be towards him in this universe.

Geralt looks over to her out of the corner of his eye and can't help, but think of how cute the little woman is when she's angry. She's like a kitten.

"I'll take a baked potato and two ales."

The barmaiden just crosses her arms.

"An abomination like you ain't deserve a crum of-"

Hope can't take it anymore and slams her soft palms against the wooden table, the rage from before is boiling and she wouldn't be surprised if smoke was coming out the top of her head.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

The woman's shocked eyes meet her slitted ones. The whole room falls silent, while all eyes fall on her, but all she can see is red and that god awful wrench of a woman.

"You have no fucking right to talk to him like that, you fucking goblin. If anything you don't deserve Jack shit for your nasty ass attitude! How fucki-"

"Hope..." Geralt grumbles.

"-ng dare you even say those disgusting-"

"Hope." He says in a more sharper tone.

Jaskier is now standing behind the two nervously, he can feel the heated stares of some of the men around the tavern. Oh this is bad, he thinks.

"Geralt is a-"

"Hope!"

Geralt shouts louder this time, making the small woman jump and look at him with a look of fear and shame.

"Who the fuck does this whore think she is?!" One of the men shouts causing a few others to join in with him. Fear washes over Hope like a freezing ice cold waterfall.

"Gentlemen! Gentlemen! There's no need for such hostility, it was all just a misunderstanding. Right little maidan?" Jaskier tries to quickly diffuse the situation while wrapping his arm around her shoulders comfortingly.

Geralts massive build stands up abruptly while letting out a threatening growl. Without turning around he barks back, "you better watch your mouths."

Jaskier chuckles nervously knowing that this could only get worse the longer it goes on, the brute is known to have a short temper as of lately. He quickly starts taking Hope with him to the front entrance just in case things escalated, he didn't want the poor girl to get in the middle of it all.

"Geralt! Let's just leave, it's not worth the time" Jaskier hollers at him. Geralt seems to pause for a second before throwing a pouch of coin onto the table.

"For the ale," he grumbles out angrily in distaste and then makes his way over to the two. Shouts of protests and slurs are thrown at the three as they finally barge out of the Tavern and out into the cool fresh air.

Hope takes a few steps away from the two before hunching over with her hands on her knees. Short breaths leave her airway as her heart tries to calm down, she didn't expect things to escalate like that.

"Well that sure escalated quickly. I thought they ought to have your heads on a stick and fed to the wolves if we didn't leave." Jaskier paces back and forth as Geralt watches Hope out of the corner of his eye in slight worry.

After a minute her breathing finally evens out and so, she slowly stands back up into a straight position. Her eyes then fall to the ground in shame, "I'm so sorry... I don't know what came over me."

A faint sigh leaves Geralts lips. Jaskier turns around to watch as the man takes a few slow steps up to her. His eyes then drop to Geralts hand as it hesitantly lifts to rest on her small shoulder. Shock is what Jaskier feels at the small inkling of affection the Witcher is showing. Not once has he seen him comfort anyone. Not even Yennefer, and those two had some weird thing going on.

Hope tenses for a split second before her body melts at the feeling of his large hand touching her. "You need to be more careful..." a hint of worry is laced in his voice and she looks up into his beautiful eyes.

"I know, especially since I'm not from here, but..." her eyes close and a sad sigh leaves those captivating lips of hers that Geralt can't seem to stop staring at now.

"What that woman said was very uncalled for and I wasn't about to let it slide. You don't deserve to be treated like that, Geralt." Her eyes open once again and they stare into each other's souls. He felt like she could see every inch, every little nook and cranny, of his soul. Like she could see past his thick and never ending wall that he's kept up ever since becoming a witcher. This scared the shit out of him. "Hmm."

His hand slides off her shoulder before beginning to make his way down the street to an inn.

She watches his retreating figure with worried eyes as another hand gently pats her back. She looks to the side of Jaskiers face and asks solemnly, "is he mad?"

He shakes his head and starts walking, "the brutes not much for words so do not fret. Now come, wouldn't want to leave a little lady to fend for herself, now would we?" A smile graces her face at his playfulness, she's always liked that about his character. She gently shakes her head before lightly jogging up to his side so that they can walk together.

"You know Jaskier..."

He side glances at her and hums in question.  "You're quite funny and adorable," a bright grin spreads along his features causing a little giggle to escape from her. "Well I've been told often that I am quite the charmer, lil lady."

Jaskier feels a light jab against his shoulder, "oh yeah, I'm sure you hear that all the time you frog." The shocked face he makes reminds her of the scene where Geralt told him about his opinion on his singing and she can't help, but let out a loud laugh. "You and Geralt are utterly ridiculous! A frog?! I do not look like such a slimy foul creature!" He shouts in slight anger and hurt, which causes a loud snort from the Witcher who is now just only a few paces in front of them, "are you sure your mother didn't fuck a frog, Jaskier?"

He storms ahead in fury causing another set of laughter from Hope. Geralt secretly slows down his steps to let her little legs catch up to his, and she gives him a smile that he catches out of the corner of his eye. He fights himself as a tiny smile forms on his face as they begin walking at a normal pace again. Up ahead Jaskier halts and whirls around on the two, "no you know what! I demand an apology right this instant!"

As they pass him on each of his side Geralt hums while Hope giggles and rubs his shoulder, "I'm sorry, froggy."

A full on smug smirk graces Geralts face now as Jaskier chases after them while cussing them out. Hope looks up at him and can't help, but to be blown away by his smirk. God she's falling way too hard and too fast, but she can't seem to find a care in the world.

It felt right.

It felt like destiny.