#I try so hard to be American for this stupid fandom

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I'm so heavily anti-advertising that all pitches sound goofy silly to me/I can never take them seriously, so I have no idea how I'll manage to to advertise my game even if I do finally finish it soon-ish lol...

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Busy Woman

Governor Claire DeBella (Alpha) x Student Fem Reader (Omega)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Sugar Mama Claire DeBella is having a hard time away from her bonded mate.

SMUT WARNING (MDNI) 18+

Alpha/Omega/ Mommy kink/ Power kink/ Sugar Mama/ FaceTime Masturbation / Possesive kink / Jealousy Kink / G!P

(Glass Onion Fandom)

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You took a hit of your inhaler before sighing at the load of homework you had spread across your bed. The only thing illuminating the small apartment is the low, dim light of your computer screen. You sat with a partially empty chip bag to your right. Adorned in grey sweatpants and an old tie-dye sweatshirt. You’d been sitting at the stupid computer for hours trying to finish your finals. 

Your cold toes are cramping in the cool air of your apartment.

You groaned and set the inhaler aside, scratching your scalp nervously. Aching for a cigarette. Just as you thought it, your phone lit up. 

‘How are finals going?’

You groan again, and before you can type back you see her text again. 

‘You better not be smoking.’ 

You roll your eyes now, before unlocking your phone to type back. 

‘I have a night full of crazy fun times ahead of me. Hows work?’

You never had to wait long. Claire didn’t take long to respond like, ever. She was anal about your quick response as well. You didn’t mind her possessive, nit-picky behavior not even when it came down to midnight texts.  

You fidgeted your bound band around your finger subconsciously. She’d given it to you pretty quickly into your courting. Her poor ex-husband hadn’t even seen it coming. The second she’d sniffed you, you’d belonged to her. 

‘Frustrating. People are incompetent as usual. Which class?’

You pulled the throw blanket at the bottom of your bed around your shoulders and grabbed your phone, heading towards the fridge. Yanking open the fridge door only to see slim pickings. Lots of condiments, a few fancy beers, not so much food. Claire usually sent groceries, but you'd told her she didn’t need to. But she believed you needed supervision in taking care of yourself. You’d called Claire your Sugar Mama on more than one occasion for these tendencies. She seemed to only grin like the cat that ate the canary at this nickname. 

Grabbing a water bottle, you kicked the fridge closed with your heel as you typed back. 

All of them. Do you go to New York this week?

No, don’t change the subject sweet girl. Tell me.’

,American Foreign Policy.American National Government. American Political Thought. Contemporary Political Ideologies.

‘Well, that’s hot.’ Your screen lights up with her message, using that cheery dinging chime for her texts. You started to chew on your bottom lip. A bad habit she told you. 

Lol, the fact that all of my classes are around politics turns you on?

You typed with one hand as you sipped at the water. It’s cold and refreshing as it slips past your lips.

‘You’ll just be such an adorable first lady when I’m president.’ You tilted your head back and laughed in the small apartment alone. 

‘Now that, I can see.’ 

In truth, you really could see Claire as president. She was powerful and had mafia-level kind of connections. It is kinda scary to think of the power she holds. If it wasn’t so sexy. 

‘You flirt. Do you need help with your papers?’

‘I think you being here would only make me horny and unable to do any homework.’ 

‘Are you sure about that? I can be very helpful.’

You are tempted to send back an eggplant emoji. 

‘Oh, Yeah? ‘’

‘I can make you feel so good. ‘

‘I don’t see how that helps with my papers, lol.’ 

‘I could send a car around.’

That's how the two of you had been meeting up. She’d send a car around and you’d either meet her at her townhouse or the apartment near her work. Claire then would fuck you till you were a whimpering mess, she’d feed you dinner. And you’d fall asleep in her million-count Egyptian cotton bed. Only to have to make a mad dash to classes the next morning. 

‘That will really help with my homework, huh?’

‘Who said anything about homework?’

You downed the water and threw it away. 

‘Lol, you did just a few seconds ago Governor.’

‘Not my favorite thing that you call me, but I don’t mind it.’

‘Now if I called you what you want me to we’d both have blue balls.’

You suddenly had a very vivid memory of her dick sliding into your throat over and over as drool flowed down your bottom lip. Talk about blue balls. 

‘Hmmm, now that's a gross term for what we have.’

You chuckled but sat back down and repositioned your laptop. Blanket wrapped tight around your shoulders you shivered in the chilly state of your apartment. You missed her body heat next to you in bed. Maybe you were getting sick?

‘I’m not gonna get jack shit done if you make me horny.’

‘I like to keep my baby in a constant state of wanting. I think that makes it easier for both of us.”

You laughed as you flipped on the TV to see Claire’s earlier press conference on national affairs on CNN. Closing your laptop you turned up the TV to hear her talking back to some lowly pentagon pencil pusher.   

‘I don’t know if I’d say easier.’

‘Just don’t forget the rules.’

She sure as shit caught you just as your hand was reading to the strings on your sweatpants. You sighed. Well fuck. 

“I won't.’ You text back and wish she didn’t know you so well. 

‘Let me hear it. Say it.”

“I won’t touch Mommy’s property without permission.”

“Now that's a good girl.”

You could practically hear her purr the sentiment back at you. 

There was no way you were finishing your homework tonight. You fluffed a pillow next to you and hugged it wishing you weren’t alone in bed. Closing your eyes as you listened to Claire on CNN lull you to sleep. 

_________________

Next morning was not as forgiving as the night had been. You walked onto campus with a backpack slung over your left shoulder. Your white high top converse made squeaky noises on the linoleum floor of the library. Your phone vibrated and you snuck your hand into your jean pocket to pull it out. A librarian gave you the evil eye but you opened it up to see Claire’s name lit up. 

‘Are you being a good girl?’

‘You know I am.’ You text back only to get a reply quickly. 

‘I need to see you this weekend.’

‘You know we can’t.’

Claire rarely followed her own rules. She’d said during this media storm she’d need to keep a bit of distance. It wasn’t that she was ashamed. She was an Alpha in the public opinion, with a much younger college girlfriend. It was a little taboo that she’d already mated and put a ring on you. She’d wanted to pump you full of pups. But she was waiting until she was re-elected before putting that stress on the relationship. 

Though you weren’t rushing things, the idea of being a college student married to a governor was going to make things very complicated. You enjoyed not being seen on campus as it was now. 

‘I don’t give a shit. I’ll send a car.’

You smile but shake your head. That’s all they needed, was to get caught by some cub reporter wanting to make a buck on some sleazy website. 

‘Bad idea Claire. But I saw you on CNN again this morning. That’s some sexy pantsuit Governor.’

‘Are you teasing me?” You could practically see her sexy smirk. 

“I would never, Madame Govener.’

‘Good girl , but don’t change the subject.’

‘You know that it would be super hard. Too many eyes.’

‘When this election is over I’m marrying you. Fuck everyone's eyes.’

‘I thought we were waiting for me to graduate college?’ You pulled out a book on a top shelf down and slid your phone between the pages so it at least looked like you were doing what you came to the library to do. 

‘Nah, I want my eye candy on my arm. I’m tired of endless workdays and all I can come home to is a bottle of wine. I need my good girl home. Where she belongs.’  

You can’t help but smile like an idiot. But the librarian clears her throat and points to the no phone sign to her left. You smile apologetically now and tuck the phone in your pocket. Putting the book back and slinking guiltily out of the library. The phone buzzed not a minute later. 

‘Hello? You know I don’t make a habit out of making marriage proposals and then getting no text back.’

‘Sorry, I’m here. ‘

‘The tracker on your phone tells me you are at school, but you don’t have class today?”

“I love it when you stalk me. No class, but I’m looking for a book I can cite for my paper.’

‘What time will you be home?’

‘An hour tops, why?’

‘I am scheduling groceries.’

‘Ya know, I can pay for my own food right?’ You scoffed. 

‘Mama’s got it covered.’

‘You are such a tease.’ You look around you to find an exit. Pushing it open and hoping it’s not an emergy exit that is going to blare loudly in the library. 

‘You obviously have spent too much time away if that’s how you talk to me.’

‘Thank you for the groceries. Do you want to Facetime tonight?’

‘Will you be naked?’

‘If that’s what Mama wants.’

You turn down the hall to the cafeteria and go straight to the small coffee stand. Ordering a black coffee and slip an AirPod in. With the sole purpose of listening to the audio version of your textbook. But your phone lights up with an incoming call. You answer it and put two dollars in the tip jar. 

‘Govenor slutty hotline. You call I fall to my knees.”  You answer to hear a heady dark chuckle.

“Cute.” 

The barista smiles at you with a big grin and hands you a coffee. She’s adorable and she’s got purple hair. And her bracelet says ‘my body, my choice.’ And then there’s a few vote rubber bracelets too. 

“Thanks, nice bracelets, have a good day.” You say sweetly and grab a coffee sleeve.

“I thought you were at school?” Claire asks, and you swear she sounds little jealous. Which is ridiculous but you don’t call her out on it. 

“I needed coffee.” You balance the phone against your shoulder as you slip the coffee cozy on and sip at the bitter drink. 

“How much coffee have you had today?”

“My usual four cups. And two energy drinks?”

You hear her shuffling paperwork and stop when you answered her. Obviously that was not the answer she’d been hoping for.

“That’s too high for your age.”

“Until I’m pregnant with your pups, I get to drink as much coffee and energy drinks as I want.”

“You think so, huh?” It sounded dangerous out of Claire’s mouth now.

“No,no, no, don’t make this a rule. This is so not cool.” You whine. 

“There are medical studies that back it. Too much coffee is not good.” She says it in her Mommy voice now. It’s smooth and caring like butter on toast.

“Ok, and how many cups of coffee do you drink a day?” You tried to tease lightly in hopes of not getting in trouble. 

“I don’t believe we were talking about me.”

“Pot meet kettle.” You let out a puff of frustrated air. Which Claire heard of course. 

“You obviously need to be taught a lesson with the amount of sass I’m getting today.” A memory of being spanked by Claire came into your mind. Past mistakes and sore bottoms were no fun.

“No sass. Just firm boundaries when it comes to the magical bean.” You took another big gulp of coffee and sighed happily.

“There’s a dirty joke in that sentence I won’t make.”

You chuckled and looked at the clock on your phone. Realizing Claire was talking to you at an odd hour. Not your usual times to talk. 

“How's work?”

“Horrible. I need you.”

It was so sweet that she said this kind of stuff to you. You knew she’d never admit that to her ex. 

“Where are you?” You turned to look at your surroundings, not wanting to say something incriminating. 

“In my office, where else?”

“I don’t know, I was always hoping you’d call me in your office with your hand down your pants.” You mused and licked your lips at the idea. Claire made a satisfied noise in the back of her throat.

“Do not get me started, only to leave me like you did last night.”

“Hey, I fell asleep, and I didn’t even touch myself!” You’d had dirty dreams of her again, though. Waking up a mess, your underwear soaked through and your sheets. You weren’t even supposed to have a heat. It was like your hormones were going nuts and you didn’t know why.  

“Like a good little girl.” Claire praised. 

“Wonder if everyone in parliament is as kinky as you. Calling their partners good girls and flogging them?” You imagined a bunch of old men in cock cages.  

“You’ll never find out.” Claire was chronically possessive. Even though she really didn’t need to be. 

“I bet there's an underground kinky club with whips and chains.” You’d imagined her in leather with a bullwhip now.

“I think I am rethinking your career choice.” She said and you heard her breathing change. The alpha coming out in full force.

“Hey!” You scoffed.

“The only dungeon you’ll be seeing is the one in my townhouse.”

“You don’t have one, I checked extensively.” You’d expected her to have her very own red room. But no such luck. 

“We’ll have to re-model after we’re married. Is that what you are telling me?” Claire sounded excited at the idea. And you blushed in the public place. 

“I’d never make such lofty demands.”

You knew Claire was going to correct you, telling you that when you were married things would change. But before she had the chance she was interrupted by someone opening the door. You knew Claire hated it when people didn’t knock on her office door before entering. 

“What? What is it?” Claire was obviously talking to someone who had just walked into her office. And she did not sound pleased one bit by the interruption. 

“I’ll have to call you back,” Claire said through gritted teeth. You pitied the fool who interrupted her. 

“Good luck.” You said before she hung up. Looking down at your phone, you switched back on the textbook and made your way back to the library. Quickly hiding your coffee as you slipped back in to find your book. You started to feel sweaty, but pushed it down. 

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Eighteen bags of groceries later, you were sitting on the floor of your kitchen trying to figure out how you were going to fit all of it in. It was around five pm when Claire called again. 

“This is too much food.” You grumbled instead of pleasantries. You were holding a huge case of strawberries. Which were your favorites, but still. 

“I didn’t want you to go hungry,” Claire defended a little taken back by your lack of excitement at her call.  

“I don’t eat this much.” It was true that you forgot to eat on the regular. If it wasn’t for your early morning runs, you wouldn't eat breakfast at all. But lately, you’ve been chronically running to help with your libido. Ever since your mating bite, it had been extremely hard not to masturbate. You were needy and horny all the time. 

You longed to be filled by Claire. You missed her scent. You missed her everything.  

‘I know, you are too thin.”

“My kitchen physically cannot hold this much food.” You look at the overwhelming produce on your kitchen counter. You weren’t going to comment on your weight with her. 

“You don’t eat three meals a day, and we both know it.” There was an edge to her voice now. It sounded angry, but you knew it was laced with concern. You hated to admit Claire was right, you knew she worried about you. 

“Let me try this again, good evening, darling wife. How was work in the big city?” You changed the subject knowing this would not end well if you two kept going. Claire was like a pitbull, she’d lock jaw onto something and never let go. 

“I like the sound of this. It was horrendous. People can’t follow simple directions and that is why our entire system is failing.” You heard her sigh and you knew she was rolling her neck, where her tension sat. 

“Well, that's a cheery tone. Can’t wait to get into politics.”

“Goodnight Larry.” Claire was obviously talking to the driver, and you heard her heels clicking on the cement stares up to her townhouse. Where the sound of the lock sliding and the door slamming shut. Her alarm system made soft beeps and she put in the code. Which you now knew was your birth month, her birth month, and then the date you met. 

“Facetime me,” Claire demanded tiredly. 

You flipped your phone on and stood so that only your naked shoulders were visible. Your breasts were on full display and you forgot as you walked naked in your apartment all the time. 

“Oooh, I didn’t realize you were naked.” Claire’s face warmed at the sight. 

“I’m not I just worked up a sweat putting away enough food to feed all of Africa. I’m wearing your  boxers.” You said self-consciously looking down. 

“Lemme see.” She cackled as she bound up her stairs to her bedroom. 

“No way! You are fully clothed! It’s not fair!” You whined wanting to see her naked too. Your nipples hardened at her stare. 

“Did you just say no?” Claire stopped walking to light glare at you, and you groaned in defeat. 

“Oh come on, this is-” You stopped when she gave you a certain dominatrix look. One you’d seen before and sent a chill down your spine. You grumbled but set the phone down on your coffee table in the living room so she could see your light blue Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Claire had bought them for herself but you’d stolen them. 

“Now that’s a yummy sight to come home to.” Claire kicked off her heels and pulled her hairpins out for her long, dark hair to unravel from its tight bun. 

“Stoooop.”

“Is my little girl blushing?” Claire teased, and it did what she’d intended. Your chest flushed all the way to your ears. 

“Claire!” You whined again in a submissive tone. 

“You are just too cute.” She unzipped her dress and grabbed the phone, pulling it into the closet.

“Can I move now?”

“Nope, I like my view.” Claire put her dress in the dry cleaning pile. You’d been in her closet before to steal sweatpants and her old college sweatshirt. Which had mysteriously gone missing from her wardrobe. A staple to your sleep attire ever since. It had the faint smell of her perfume still lingering. You’d worn it religiously to bed when the two of you were apart. 

You walked out of frame only to get a clear cough of disapproval. Before you brought the phone over to the kitchen and propped it so she could still see your naked torso. Goosebumps formed over your chest at her gaze. It still never got old. The idea of her wanting you. 

You heated a pan on your small stove. Watching Claire drop her bra. Smiling at seeing her naked, you took a quick screenshot. Before she pulled on a pair of yoga pants and an oversized sweater. 

“I saw that.” Claire teased you, but her face was not upset. 

You tried not to giggle. 

“Governor Debella, I haven’t the foggiest what you mean.” You put the camera over by the stove and pulled out some of the various veggies that were now in your fridge. 

“What do you do with all these dirty screenshots?” Claire asked as she turned the closet light off and her bare feet bounced down the stairs to her kitchen. Where she picked out a wine that you were sure cost as much as your rent. 

“Maybe I’m going to make a dirty scrapbook.” You pulled out a cutting board and started to chop a red pepper. 

“Ah, youth.” She poked fun, only for you to point the knife at the camera in defense. 

“Hey!” You had way too many photos on your phone of Facetime screenshots and videos and dick picks….yeah ok maybe it was a little bit of a dirty scrapbook. 

“What’s for dinner?” She deflected. 

“Stir fry with my garden of vegetables.” You said as you chopped skillfully. Claire knew you used to work in kitchens. You’d been a line cook for a while in one of DC’s Michelin-star restaurants. But that was a lifetime ago. Just to pay for college. 

Your girlfriend took a minute to admire you slicing veggies with speed and precision. Every piece looked perfect as you moved the extra-sharp chef's knife you’d kept from your time on the line. After a few minutes of staring at your naked chest and your talented hands. Claire sipped her wine and picked up her laptop, turning it on as her work never finished. She stopped looking at the computer to look back at you quizzically. 

“Do you like to garden?”

You took a moment to consider where the question was coming from. 

“It’s kinda hard to garden in an apartment in DC. But one day it would be nice to have a little veggie garden or a greenhouse type of thing.” You said, remembering the kitchen greenhouse combo in Practical Magic. You’d loved Sandra Bullock in that movie, a huge crush for sure. But something about magic, herbs, and a big greenhouse attached to a kitchen seemed nice. 

You knew Claire’s ex-husband Devon had gotten their country home. You wondered if that was something she’d been upset about now that Claire was ready to start a family with you. Or if the governor had been happy to leave Devon with the giant house full of bad memories. 

You weren’t being jaded about Devon, you knew Claire had said there weren’t happy times. She’d found him un-intelligent and they’d had sex twice. Neither one of them came. Claire realized Davon thought she was going to take it in the ass for him, and she wasn’t ever. And he didn’t wanna touch her dick. They were never going to be compatible.

He got votes for her from Kentucky; that was his whole purpose. He was a dumb piece of shit that opened her door. But it made the Republican Party less threatened by her. Because she was obviously married to a nice man who wore the pants…how wrong they’d been.  

 Claire quickly told him that if he slept with someone else, her career would suffer. So he’d need to have whatever girl sign an iron-clad NDA, or she’d pay him monthly to stick to his hand.

 I guess Devon didn’t like an alpha woman telling him what to do in any capacity. But he liked money. So for the duration of their marriage they’d slept in separate rooms, and while Claire had stayed celebate Devon had gotten addicted to internet porn. And evidently some pretty intresting chat rooms. 

All that had changed when Claire saw you. 

“Hmmm.” Claire said, bringing you out of your thoughts now. 

“You keep flowers in your house.” You pointed out remembering her townhouse always had fresh cut flowers in large vases.  

“I like plants. But the housekeeper waters everything. I don’t have the time.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder.

“That makes sense.” You wondered what she was picking at before her gaze went back to her email. 

“Fuck, I should have called Lionel today.” She mumbles as you see her start typing rapidly. You know she’s been sucked into the void. You don’t mind as you start to saute veggies.

Unlike Devon, you didn’t mind that Claire was addicted to work. You always thought the love of your life needed something outside of you. Because you weren’t going to drop everything for them either. You were studying to work in politics. But you definitely hadn’t expected to be mated into the job. 

Rubbing your tense shoulder, you mute the FaceTime. Moving over to your laptop, you set it on some tunes on Spotify as Claire gets lost in work. This goes on for about twenty minutes before she comes up for air. You are listening to Sabrina Carpenter's

 ‘Busy Woman’. It was on a playlist you’d made for Claire. You sing along as your alpha gets lost in work. 

I'm so mature, collected and sensible

Except when I get hit with rejection

To turn me down, well, that's just unethical

I'll turn into someone you're scared to know

But if you need my love

My clothes are off, I'm comin' over to your place

And if you don't need (if you don't need) my love

I didn't want your little bitch-ass anyway

Yeah, I'm a busy woman

I wouldn't let you come into my calendar any night

But if you want my kisses

I'll be your perfect Mrs. 'til the day that one of us dies

Claire watched you singing now and was trying to figure out which song you were happily performing in your kitchen. Claire eventually flags you down and you pause the song.

“Darling?” She says, and you turn the burner off. 

“I’m here.” You say soothingly to her, it seems to do the trick, and Claire’s face doesn’t look so anxious. You knew this had been a bit of relationship ptsd. 

“Sorry, work emails.” Claire sighs at how stupid her team is. 

“You don’t have to apologize.” You tell her and you mean it. 

You’d said this to her a million times. You knew Claire had a huge workload and a lot riding on her career. You found it sexy. You were happy to study or read next to her while she checked emails. It didn’t bother you.

You moved the phone and your bowl of food over to the sofa. Propping her up as you sat with your bamboo chopsticks with little doves on them. Eating a little sloppily as she went back into her emails. The two of you sat in silence before, eventually, you started to yawn. 

“Sleepy, baby?”

“Nah, I’m awake.” You lied, and she grinned sweetly at you. Like she’d caught you with your hand in a cookie jar. 

“Come on, sweetheart, off to bed,” Claire told you, and you missed her even more. You wanted to go to bed next to your mate. 

“I gotta shower. I have class super early tomorrow.” You told your alpha instead. You still felt a little under the weather, and you really did like the idea of bed. But you needed a shower. You’d been sweating and slick between your legs all day. 

“Mmm, I wouldn’t mind a view.” She smirks as she sips her wine. 

“You didn’t have dinner.” You chastised her back for her lack of appetite. 

“I’d rather be devouring you.” The alpha showed her perly white canines and you felt your clit throb. 

“SToooop.” You blush and whine. She grins back in a seriously naughty fashion. You know there’s no arguing with her. So you leave the dishes and bring her into the bathroom. Claire goes into her bedroom at the same time. Putting the phone against a pillow. As you propped her up on the sink, you dropped Claire’s Calvin Klein boxers. The patch of pubic hair does little to shield your stiff clit. You could already see the outline of her cock hardening in her yoga pants. She pushed the band of her pants and her dick springs free. It was already leaking. 

“Fuck Mommy.” You brought your one hand down to your stomach. Thinking about how her cum would make your tummy buldge. 

Letting your fingers graze over your mound to show her your clit. It was hard and pink and ready for Claire’s mouth. 

“Get in the shower, baby girl.” Claire started to stroke her cock gently. Bringing the bit of precum around her veiny shaft. Her mushroom head was a darker shade of pink than normal. Usually, the shade matched her perfect nipples. But you realized she’d been hard for a while, because the head of her cock looked like it had been rubbing against her clothes today.  

You started the water, turning the nob over to the hottest setting. You moved over to rummage through a drawer.

“What are you up to? I didn’t say you could touch.” Claire smirked as she moved her palm over her impressive dick. It was a good eight and a bit inches, you’d asked her to measure, and she’d refused. So you had to guess, and when it was inside of you, you’d sworn it was at least ten inches. You’d never fucked an Alpha before Claire. Only betas, one omega girl as a one-night stand, and one guy in high school had been five inches, and you’d been uncomfortable with him inside of you.

 But Claire was good, she always worked you up. And because you two were mates your body oozed slick so fast. You were always wet around her. It was embarrassing to you, but the governor was obsessed with the taste of your arousal. You’d tried to use pads to stop it from ruining your pants and her bedding. But your alpha had none of that. She’d forbid you from using anything to stop the pool between your legs.

 Claire would lick it like she was eating a meal. Not caring how much you begged her to stop or fuck you. Claire would just grin and be enamored as more poured out of you. Her pheromones just caused your body to do it. 

But in return, Claire had said she was always hard when she could smell you. It was a good thing you both hadn’t been in public together much. 

You brought out your favorite item in the apartment, a large pink dildo, very phallic with its veins and mushroom head. A perfect match for Debellas cock. You’d gotten it for Valentine's day. It was a mold of Claire’s dick. She’d said she didn’t like you using dildo’s. The possesive Alpha had thrown your toys away. The idea of something else inside you made her alpha enraged. But you’d seen a casting kit online and bought it. It had been surprising that Claire allowed you to do it. But she liked the idea of you working your hole for her. But only when she allowed it, and always on video for Claire.  

“Oh baby, you miss your alpha’s cock that much, huh?” Claire’s voice was thick with arousal and you knew she wasn’t gonna let you cum. You nod enthusiastically, and you spit on the tip of her dildo. It slowly drops from your bottom lip onto the pink toy. 

“Oh, baby. Good girl. Take it all the way down your throat.” She loves your spit, any fluids really. The governor instructed you, and you were all too happy to listen. 

Obeying Claire, relaxing your throat, and taking the toy deep inside. Feeling it stretch your throat, as saliva started to ease the burn.  

“Oh fuck yes.” Claire sighed her hips pushed up as she twisted her hand around her cock and bared down. Biting her bottom lip as she watched. Claire was not being kind to her dick. You’d be so much nicer to her. But maybe that was why she was being so cruel, because if she’d touched herself kindly, it would hurt her heart. 

You walked into the shower but kept the door open so Claire could watch. As you moved the dildo in and out of your throat. You twisted and sucked closing your eyes and wishing it was Claires. Remembering her smell, her taste, god, you missed your mate. 

“No, no baby girl. Keep your eyes open.”

You hesitated for only a second, and in that time Claire's alpha voice growled out. 

“I mean it.”

You almost came on the spot. Knees going weak, you grab the wall. 

Opening your eyes to see her heavy breathing and flushed. Her hair was in a bit of a frenzy as she watched you with a devilish smirk. Her right hand was working faster than she meant for it to. 

“Can I?” You say taking the toy out and bringing it down to your pubic hair slightly. The pubic hair got a little wet from your saliva. Blue eyes stared at your cute little hair.  

“Is that how you ask?” Claire practically pants out as she doesn’t slow down. 

“Mommy, please, it hurts so bad.” You drop your bottom lip and pout. She smiles at your game.

“Inside slowly.” Claire knows you tend to force her dick inside of you too quickly and you had torn and bled during her rut once. It had made her upset to no end. She’d wanted you to stop her, and you never could. It just felt so good, sometimes you forgot to stretch. But as stated, Claire didn’t ever again. 

“But, I don’t want it slow.” You kept up your pout but moved the head of the dildo in between your folds. Feeling the pressure of it entering you so slowly. You accidentally humped the air and she laughs deep in her throat. 

“It’s not about what you want, baby girl.” Her knot was building now, and you knew she didn’t even notice. But she was about to make a mess. Too much time away from you, too much cum in her balls. She needed release, and her knot was at attention. You wondered how she got it that big without you there. But then you saw a flash of black lace. 

“Is that my thong?” You pant looking at her. Claire doesn’t look even a little phased as she brings it to her nose and sniffs. That’s how her knot had formed. The smell of you. You couldn’t believe it. Alphas couldn’t usually knot from masturbation alone. So the smell of you did it.

You licked your hand and brought it down to the dick to twist it as you would to the base of her shaft so you could tease her knot. She moaned and handled her cock a little too roughly. Making her pump faster than before. 

“I need you inside.” You whimper as you sink deeper down onto the cock. 

“Back up.” 

You do so, and the hot water falls over your shoulders and rolls down your arms. It moves down your chest and stomach. Making the bit of saliva on your pubic hair dissolve with the water. You get goosebumps from the hot water. Tilting your head back so your hair can get wet. Now you are dripping water. 

“Now that is screenshot worthy.” You hear from Claire just as she does so. You see the flash just as you bring the dildo all the way inside. Your clit is throbbing from the lack of touch. 

“Mommy…”

“No, baby, you know the rules.” You weren’t going to get to cum. It was becoming very clear that you were shooting porn for your alpha. So you figured you’d at least give a great show.

 You picked up the pace of the dildo and threw your head back as the sound of your wet hole flooded the bathroom. The loud slaps of your thrusting.  You heard her before you could say anything. Claire came with ropes of white semen. She cursed as she got it on her scrunched-up yoga pants and bedding. 

“Damn it.” She groaned. You didn’t stop, and she cleared her throat. 

“Please, I’m so close.”

“Take it out, now Omega.”

You let out a sob of objection. But do so, taking the toy out and licking the side of it. Tasting yourself as you saw Claire's dick start to semi-harden again. 

“Are you trying to get into trouble tonight?” 

You know how much Claire loved watching you lick your own cum off her cock after you had sex. 

“I was innocently cleaning.” You put the toy under the showerhead to clean your cum off of it. 

“You are going to make me hard again. Put the toy down and shower.”

“You're no fun.” 

To be Continued....

[canarias-stuff]

Reaching You

Sung Jin-Woo X F!Reader

Summary:

“What the hell?!” You cried, more tears falling down. “You said that you would come back soon! So why?!”

“Wait! (Y/n)! I swear I can explain!”

“What happened with the gates?! And the war?!”

You could feel Jin-Woo panicking at your questions, but the dam was broken. You couldn’t stop.

“Why are we sixteen again?! Why do I have to study math again?!”

“...really (y/n)…?”

...

Or a story where you dreams of a world not so different from yours, but you know that you are missing something...no, someone.

(Sung Jin-Woo X F!Reader)

Author's note:

My second story for the fandom.

I started it a while ago, but I didn't know how to end it.^^''

And after struggling a little bit, this is the result.

I hope that you enjoy it!

You were 13 when the dreams started.

At first, they were short – so short you could barely remember the contents, but as the time passed, you felt like you had lived the dream for days instead of just a night. You dreamed of a world that's not so different from the real one, where people you know – family, friends and even some that you don’t know personally – are there.

Maybe you’d been watching too many American shows or playing too many video games, because each time you dreamed about this strange world, it became more vivid, more detailed.

Your dreamworld has a touch of magic and fantasy, and even if you couldn’t always remember the specifics, you were sure that at some point you were fighting against monsters inside what they called ‘gates’. There was also a rank system for those gates and for the people who fought inside them, there were guilds and something called Hunter’s Association, and even if you can’t remember everything, you are sure that you aren’t part of any organization.

One thing that you can remember though, is that something…no, someone is missing from your memories. Well, not actually missing, however there’s someone beside you in your dreams, someone that smiles at you, holds your hands, kisses you and makes you really happy, yet, no matter how hard you try, you can’t recall their face or the sound of their voice when they call your name.

And every time they appeared in your dreams, you’d wake up crying.

Was it stupid to miss someone you could only see in dreams? Someone your own brain had invented?

Yes , that’s what you told yourself. This person was just a figment of your imagination – born from all those novels you read. So why did it hurt so much every time? Why did your chest ache for someone whose face you couldn’t remember?

Once, you told your best friend about your dreams. Your friend laughed and patted you on the back.

“Woah! Did you fall for this mysterious person from your dreams?”

“Of course not!”

You felt embarrassed at the accusation, but if you were embarrassed about your dreams or about the part where you fell in love with someone that doesn't exist, you weren’t sure.

You also commented about your dreams to your family one morning and while your mother and older brother made fun of you, your father frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, you must have loved this person a lot.” Your mother said, while preparing the breakfast.

“Your brain is probably melting after reading so much garbage!” Your irritating older brother laughed.

“If you have free time to read novels (y/n), use it for your studies.”

And really, while your father’s comment was more of a “If you start to get red marks, I will burn all your novels.” warning, you decided that you should do as he said and study more – occupy your brain with numbers, formulas and historical events – because that way, your brain may decide to make you dream about possible questions for a test instead of making you miss someone that you only imagined.

…

“You are going there.”

“...I am…”

“It doesn’t matter what I say, right?”

“I’m sorry, (y/n).”

You sighed, but in the end you looked up to stare at his determined eyes, and smiled.

“You better come back soon.”

He smiled and wrapped his arms around you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“I will. It’s a promise.”

And then, he turned around to leave, while all you could do was extend your hand and try – and fail – to hold him for just a little longer.

…

You woke up with an arm extended, grabbing the air. Again.

Since the start of your last year of middle school, the dreams haven't come as frequently as before. But still, at least once a week, you would wake up with your hand outstretched – like you were trying to hold onto something. Or someone. Just like now.

You never told a soul about this, not when you were sure that people – your best friend and family – would make fun of you.

But now that you’ve started high school, you wonder if this is progress. On one hand, you don’t wake up crying as often as before. On the other, you’ve started reaching out for this person. Still trying to grasp that person who never stayed – who probably never came back.

You stared at your arm for a moment before lowering it, a quiet sigh slipping from your lips.

And yet, for some reason, you felt warm. Like someone was still there, holding you.

…

“Have you heard about the rumor?” You heard one of the girls from your class say, from the desk right beside you.

“Oh! About the transfer student from class A?” The girl’s friend said.

“Yep! Someone said that he wears the glove only on his left hand because he has a tattoo there.”

You rolled your eyes at their conversation and kept reading the novel that you just found online. People had been gossiping about a student for almost two weeks now, and even though you hadn’t seen him yet, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. After all, who would want to be the talk of the school just because of their fashion sense?

“Actually, I heard from someone in class A that he is trying to hide a burn mark.”

A burn mark? You frowned, because that was new information.

“A burn mark? So he isn’t a delinquent?”

“I’m not sure, because someone heard a teacher say that he left home when he was still in junior high and came back after two years, but someone could have misheard it.”

“Well, let’s just stay away from him then.”

The other girl sighed, disappointed.

“What a shame, he does have a nice face though.”

And you rolled your eyes, trying to focus again on your novel as the girls shifted to another topic. People sure could be so petty.

…

Sometimes – actually it started just a few days after classes started –, you feel like someone’s watching you. But whenever you look around, there’s no one there, so you brush it off as nothing.

But today is different.

An ant was staring at you. 

A bipedal, human-like, black and blue ant was staring at you.

You tried to ignore it, continuing to eat your sandwich and chat with your best friend, as if the entity – it had to be some kind of ghost, right? – wasn’t there. It walked around you, moving with a strange, purposeful air, as though it was studying you.

And suddenly it fell to its knees and started crying.

“The appearance is slightly different, but this mana flow, this mana flow! There’s no doubt! Our queen is here! Our queen is here!”

You flinched. 

The ant is talking! The humanoid ant is fucking talking!

“Are you okay, (y/n)?” Your friend asked, when she saw you flinch.

“Hum? What?”

Your friend arched an eyebrow.

“You looked…distracted…”

Well, in your defense, it was difficult to keep focus when the ant kept crying…and talking nonsense beside you.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I was just wondering if I should go buy the novel that you recommended the other day.”

“I can just lend it to you!”

“Really? Thanks!” You exclaimed, trying to ignore the ant, that at some point got up and flew somewhere else, yelling something about telling the news to his king.

Ignore it, ignore it.

The weird creature was just a fragment of your imagination.

Yeah, just a fragment of my imagination…

But was it weird that for some reason you felt like you knew it?

…

“Queen.”

“Can you please stop calling me that, Beru?” You grunted, cheeks getting red. “It’s embarrassing!”

“But you are my king’s queen.”

Okay, that was way more embarrassing.

“Call me by my name!” You pleaded.

“How can a mere general call a queen by their name?”

“I’m not a queen so just call me (y/n)!”

“No, I can’t, my queen. I apologize.”

You turned to the man sitting at the sofa, who looked between you and the humanoid ant with an amused expression.

“Do something about it!” You cried, pointing at the giant ant.

“I tried, but he still calls me his king.” The man answered with a small laugh.

“Because you are my king.” The ant interrupted.

“Ugh…You really need to stop watching historical dramas, Beru.” You finally sighed and collapsed at the sofa, next to the amused man who just let out a small laugh and kissed you.

…

The ant was in your dreams this time.

For some reason, the ant called the stranger in your dream his king and you, his queen.

Really, it was embarrassing to be called that – and being kissed so gently –, but at least you got some new information.

The ant’s name was Beru.

“Beru..” You said. “What a weird name.”

…

After your encounter with the humanoid ant – Beru – just a few days ago, you started to notice other black and blue figures around.

Some were near the school gates, soldiers-like figures hidden in the shadows of trees, and others you could see around the neighbourhood, as if they were guarding and protecting the place.

Even if Beru’s figure had scared you a little, for some reason after your last dream, the feeling had gone away, and instead of getting uncomfortable with the shadow-like creatures, you felt strangely…safe.

…

Hah…yeah, safe…

Maybe you were so engrossed in the sense of safety the shadows provided that you completely forgot about reality.

You stared at the hand that was currently grabbing your wrist with a frown on your face. Once, your brother told you that high school was a jungle, where all kinds of species could be seen – football players, cheerleaders, basketball players, etc etc, and considering what was happening now, you agreed with your brother’s words.

These ones were probably the troublemakers/bully types.

“Aren’t you a first year?”

You looked up, (e/c) eyes glaring at the guy who grabbed your wrist and his two followers.

“Oh, you don’t have to look at us like that.” He – the leader (maybe?) – said with a smirk.

Really? How did you end up in this situation? You just went behind school to throw the trash after classes and ended up meeting with these three guys who were already there, up to no good. You didn’t say a word or look at any of them, but they still thought that it was an opportunity to try to pick up a girl.

“Like what?” You said without a hint of fear. “Like I'm seeing trash?”

Okay, maybe your choice of words were really poor considering the situation, but you were angry at the idiots who were trying to force themselves on you, and annoyed that you refused your friend's offer to help you with the trash.

“Hah?!” The leader roared, tightening his grip on your wrist. What did you just say, bitch?!”

“Oh? So you are deaf too?” You said, feigning a surprise expression.

You should have expected some violence.

The leader released your wrist just to push you at the wall by the collar of your shirt, and his followers surrounded you, eyes shining with malice, as if they just cornered a prey.

“I dare you to repeat that!” The leader roared.

You grabbed his wrist with both hands, (e/c) eyes never wavering at the sound of the clear threat

“Are. You. Deaf?”

The moment the guy clenched his other hand into a fist was the moment you twisted his wrist, slipping under his arm. The motion caused the first two buttons of your blouse to pop off – but it was worth it. He had no choice but to let go of your clothes, and in that instant, you threw him over your shoulder.

For a moment, everyone – even you – just stood there, trying to process what had just happened. You never learned how to fight, you didn’t even know that you had the strength to throw a guy twice your weight, but here you were, facing a bully and his followers, who somehow looked even more stunned than you.

However the surprise didn’t last long, and in a blink of an eye, the group had surrounded you again.

“That’s not fair.” You commented, eyeing the three guys walking around you.

“Life is not fair, girly.” One of his minions said with a smirk.

“You say it as if you have lived a long life.”

“This girl really doesn't know when to shut up, no?” Minion number one said.

“My friend said that I can talk for hours as long as I’m talking about my novels.” You continue. You need to buy some time, at least enough time to figure out how to get away from this situation, or until your friend realizes that you were taking too long to just throw the trash.

“Looks like your novels didn’t teach you to not pick up fights that you can’t win.” Number two minion laughed.

“Well, yeah, my novels usually focus more on romance, politics and family issues instead of people trying to pick fights with a girl who’s half their weight. These types of characters aren’t popular anyway.”

A vein popped at the leader’s forehead, and he tried to grab you again.

You don’t know how you did it. One moment, your feet were on the ground, and the next, you were in the air – upside down, hands planted on the top of the leader’s head, your body felt almost weightless. As you came down, you used his back as a stepping stone, pushing off and sending him crashing into his friends – while you landed gracefully on the ground.

You blinked, once more surprised with your fluid movements, as if you had done it all your life.

What the hell?!

“Now you asked for that, bitch!” The leader yelled and charged at you, at the same time as his minions.

Stunned by your own previous movements, you didn’t have time to dodge the sudden attack, all you could do was shut your eyes and brace for the impact. An impact that never came.

Instead, you heard people gasp in surprise and then, the “thud” of something hitting the ground.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, only to be met with the sight of someone’s back.

Your eyes went wide – for a second, the image of the person from your dreams overlapping with the stranger standing in front of you – but you quickly shook your head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. Right now, there were more important things to focus on, like the punks that were…attacking…you…?

You frowned, the three guys were laying on the ground, unconscious…

What just hap–?

“Are you okay?”

Gentle and calm, his voice interrupted your thoughts, but for some reason you felt your chest grow warm.

A gloved hand appeared in your line of sight – The student from the rumors, you couldn’t stop the thought – and you stared at it for a second, before accepting it.

“Thanks for the…”

But the words died in your throat the moment your (e/c) eyes met his. Yeah, you had heard the rumors – that he was handsome – but you hadn't known the details: the dark hair, the beautiful grey eyes and the small smile on his lips.

However…it wasn’t his features that made you lose the capacity to speak, but the sensation of familiarity, as if your brain was trying to remember something…someone…

The student was still holding your hand, so gently…as if you were something precious.

“(Y/n).”

The voice of the mysterious man from your dreams echoed in your mind and a face that you couldn’t remember was starting to take shape.

Your chest tightened and your eyes stung with tears that were ready to fall.

“Hey!” The stranger – Was he really a stranger? – cried, startled, as you collapsed to your knees, free hand clutching the front of your unbuttoned blouse.

Gates. Guilds. Monsters. Dungeons. A war.

“Hey! Are you hurt anywhere?!” He called again, panicking at your lack (or excess?) of reaction.

Dark hair. Grey eyes. A small smile.

His face wasn’t a blur anymore. You could see him clearly now.

“(Y/n).”

“(Y/n)!”

Oh…he sounds younger, but it is still him.

“Y-you are la-late…” You muttered between sobs. “...Jin-Woo!”

You saw him flinch at the same time you felt his hand tighten around yours, but did you care? Not at all. The feelings that had been locked somewhere in your being – lost but not forgotten–, were running wild, and since the boy in front of you was the cause, he should take responsibility for that.

“What the hell?!” You cried, more tears falling down. “You said that you would come back soon! So why?!”

“Wait! (Y/n)! I swear I can explain!”

“What happened with the gates?! And the war?!”

You could feel Jin-Woo panicking at your questions, but the dam was broken. You couldn’t stop.

“Why are we sixteen again?! Why do I have to study math again?!”

“...really (y/n)…?”

You glared at him.

“I’m serious here!” You yelled frustrated, but soon the overwhelming sensation died as you stared at the man – now teenager – that you had always been waiting without knowing. “I really am, Jin-Woo…”

With your free hand, you cupped his face. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and savoring the warmth of your hand.

Jin-Woo...he looked so peaceful, as if the weight he once carried had finally lifted from his shoulders. And now that your memories have returned, you understand why.

In this world, there were no gates, no monsters.

Even if he still had his powers – and you were sure that he did, considering you had seen Beru and his other shadow soldiers around – he was free from the obligations and responsibilities he had once forced upon himself.

Sure, you were kind of angry at him, Jin-Woo had a lot to explain, but at the same time you felt relieved. Relieved that he was back.

“I missed you.” You finally said, a tearful – but still genuine – smile on your lips. “I missed you, Jin-Woo!”

You weren’t really surprised when he let go of your hands and pulled you into an embrace, after all, if he hadn’t, you would have.

“I missed you too, (y/n).” He whispered in the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry for being late.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you wrapped your arms around him, returning the hug.

“It’s okay.” You said. “It’s okay.”

…

A few minutes later, your best friend found you – with red and puffy eyes – hugging Jin-Woo behind the building with three unconscious bodies scattered around you.

Did she freak out? Yes, she did. But just as you had told Jin-Woo. 

It was okay.

It really was.

Because you had finally reached him.

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Ending notes:

But anyway! I hope that you enjoyed it!^^

I am not sure if the end felt rushed, but the point of the story was the reader to finally remember and reach Jin-Woo instead of him explaning everything. I just wanted to them to meet again in a better world.^^

But, of course I had to make Reader fight a little bit. First, because I wanted to show that with her memories coming back reader could do things that she could do in the past. And second because I wanted Jin-Woo to appear out of nowhere like the "Exchange" scene! hahaha

See you!

P.S: English is not my native language, so sorry for possible grammar mistakes.

[mio-nika]

I think the part we always forget about Phantom (from AA) is that he's a total loser. And I'm not even talking about "he fumbled original bombing so hard, he spent seven years trying to fix it, but somehow made even more mistakes in progress". Like a smallest snowball turned into an avalanche of stupidity. World worst spy.

But also he's character is so fucking silly??? He's very obviously American coded (well at least Bobby is). He's a mix between James Bond and Inspector Gadget. He has a watch that can hack things and has a grappling hook. He tried to leave court room multiple times using it by shooting upwards even tho the room has no roof (where are you shooting it, mate???). He almost escaped, but came back, because of the well timed objection. He presented his own lighter which can turn into a GUN as the evidence. And no one in fandom sphere can explain why he did that.

Like he's a total dumbass???

I know I'm The Person who tries to make him a deep and meaningful character. But like. I will not be surprised that him loosing his shoes. Was not an act. I honest to god think that he's dumb as bricks.

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Hello Bunny!! I'm not too sure if you do works based on pro wrestling. But if you did, I'd love love love if you did something for Maxwell Jacob Friedman (AEW). Feel free to totally delete if you don't want to do it or know nothing about it!

If you do accept it, I'd love s'mores, belgian waffles with a side of dark hot chocolate and bubble tea! (I hope you can see my vision!)

Tysm <333 - 🤼

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want to suggest your own order? hit up the menu! c'mon, it doesn't bite! i accept prompts from across many fandoms and i'll do whatever at this point. as for this lovely anon, thank you for submitting a prompt! i know sometimes it can be a bit confusing about sending outside of the traditional fandoms. but honestly, i'm willing to dig my hands into figuring out how to put this together! so thank you! enjoy!!

and feel free to check out the master-list!

s'mores ("The accent gets to you, doesn't it?") + belgian waffles ("i cum in that every night.") + dark hot chocolate (sub!reader) + bubble tea (daddy kink) served by maxwell jacob friedman (aew/wrestling)!!

cw: smut/pwp, mean & cocky!mjf (duh), rough sex, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamics, dirty talk, voice kink, face-fucking/oral sex

you'd never consider maxwell a bully. even when he got in your face, you always tried to stand toe-to-toe with him. there was something about him, something that drove you to want to push him to the limit.

but if you bit, then maxwell returned the favour til it broke bone.

"The accent gets to you, doesn't it?" he said with all smiles, pointed and venomous. his face close to yours, if things were more softer, then the scene might have been intimate.

instead you pushed him away by the forehead and replied, "honestly. your voice is the reason why the rest of the world thinks americans are stupid." you'd grow to regret your words.

"you are so cute when you squirm." he shook his head, a smile on his lips as he leaned a little forward to get a better look at you, "sometimes a girl's gotta know her place, huh? making a sick joke out of me in front of everyone else."

he loomed over you like a storm cloud as you knelt between his legs. your mouth stuffed full of his cock as you tried to keep it together. his hand was in your hair, forcing you to go down further.

"i should really start going around and saying '"i cum in that every night.' because i don't want people to get the wrong idea about you. oh poor you, dealing with me every day." he gave you a look of faux sympathy, "they probably think you're the one who pulls my leash. no, no. you have it all wrong." he pushed up into your throat a little more, "i have you on a short leash, don't i, baby girl? you like when daddy yanks on it a little too hard. you like getting choked, and don't you deny it." your gaze met with his and drool coated your chin. you couldn't even speak back.

perfectly at maxwell's mercy.

he continued to rub his cock up against the back of your throat. it felt good, he had spent many months trying to face fuck the gag reflex out of you. and it seemed to be working.

"see, you look better like this, angel. on your knees, my cock in your throat. quiet. you always look better when you're not being a snappy little bitch." he groaned as he continued to fuck your throat. he hissed through his teeth as he kept his gaze on your head.

your eyes were closed, but he knew that they were a bit dewy. someone can only choke on cock for so long before they start to cry. as was the nature of things.

you gagged a little bit, but maxwell just pushed a little farther. you gripped onto his knees. your nose buried in his pubic hair, when you inhaled, you took in the scent of his sweat. which both disgusted you, but also made you slick between your legs.

maxwell was the kind of domineering that left you with aches and pains. he liked when his smacks across your ass made the flesh shake or when his hands made a pretty necklace around your delicate throat. the bulkiness of him pressed down on you to keep you pinned under him.

he moved you to his liking, twisting up his baby girl in a way that got him off. but don't worry angel, daddy would make it all better in the end.

he took your mouth off his cock for a moment and gazed at your blissed out expression. even your tongue hung out of your mouth a little. the sight made him chuckle, "see, you can be a good girl for daddy. i'm so proud... now why don't you prove yourself to me and finish me off." then leaned back into the couch. he patted his thigh, "c'mon. if you're gonna act like a brat and talk back to me. then i gotta bruise that little throat of yours so you keep quiet." he smiled at you and you felt pleasure lick at your gut.

if anyone saw and heard what you two were doing. the sickening words that maxwell was filling with your head. then it would definitely raise some eyebrows. but you swallowed and rubbed your bare thighs together.

for you, it was hot.

you got your mouth back on his cock and didn't even flinch when the blunt tip of his cock hit against the back of your throat. you made a small whimpering nose and maxwell hissed through his teeth.

"pretty fucking thing. yeah, you like this don't you? you like when guys who could crush you fuck your throat until they get their sick kicks. i bet i could throw you to the rest of them and you'd be happy to let them fuck you into next week." he clutched onto your hair, "but too bad for you, slut. because you're not going anywhere."

not that you wanted to. you were perfectly content with this bared fang sexual experience. you let him throat fuck you and you held onto his legs. you tried to keep up, but it was hard.

maxwell's pace was erratic and it made flashes appear in the back of your head. he knew he was close. he could feel the tightness in his gut as he continued to bully his cock into your mouth.

"dirty girl. fucking dirty girl. just take me nice and good, okay? take care of your daddy and he'll make everything else better. okay? can you do that for me." he groaned as his pace became more erratic.

he knew he'd have the rest of the night with you. by the end of it, it would be more than your throat that was bruised. he gave it a few heavy thrusts before he came down your throat.

you made a small noise as you tried to swallow it all down and maxwell stilled to a stop. he kept his cock in your mouth for a moment, letting it rest on your tongue. he wished his phone was near by, he'd love to make his lockscreen a picture of you like that.

he rubbed your cheek with more affection than anything else the entire night. he took his cock out of your mouth and watched you rest your cheek against his thick thigh.

his dewy eyed little princess. it was almost cute. he patted your cheek and said, "alright, let's got you up. come here, come to daddy." he said as he helped you into his lap. so naked and vulnerable.

you rested up against his chest and gasped for hair. having a limited supply for so long made it all a bit too much. but yet you were soaked against his strong thigh.

maxwell promised he'd make it all better. he wasn't a monster, he'd always make sure that his baby girl was alright. <3

[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem 9217 generated a lot of replies so I'm going to round them all up in one spot here. And because I see this as being one that could potentially go on forever, I'm going to ask that all replies be handled as comments on existing posts.

Anon:

Hi, OP here. I'm from Canada, dude. Nice try though.

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Anon:

Lol, of course the one person who assumed the submitter is American when the entire world has kinda been blowing up the last few years is the person with the EXACT poll-type scam posts that the submitter is talking about. Friendly reminder: people have problems with their own countries even if they aren't in the US. Also: this problem was probably submitted like a year or two ago, before the total firestorm in the US with the orange turd. Also: Your bigotry is showing.

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Anon:

Going down the rabbit hole in the post notes here is a trip. A person in the comments assumes OP is from the USA, then you go to their blog where (apparently) OP tells them they're from Canada, then the person goes on a rant: are you fucking shitting me. for real? you think ‘actually, im not from the us im from canada 🤓☝️’ is a good reason to let palestinians die? canada? you think being canadian is worse than being palestinian? you think you’re suffering more? canada? oh my god poor you, it’s so hard to be canadian. fucking canada?? canada???? This is like quintessential tumblr. It sounds like the Miette meme. I'm dying. I don't know whether I should cry too.

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Anon:

Did the person commenting in 9217 forget their meds or something. Unplug. Go outside. You're severely grass deficient.

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Anon:

In response to the "usamerican spotted" comment thread You really gonna call someone else a cunt while being xenophobic towards both Americans and Canadians? I hope you're just a troll, I don't want to believe someone that stupid exists.

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Anon:

"A xenophobe denying the personhood of Palestinians" is a wild ass, chronically online take for a post that just says they're burned out and don't want to get tricked into reading posts that are, like it or not, usually scams.

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Anon:

Hi, OP of 9217 here. Since there seem to be multiple people assuming I'm American, I just want to say, again: I am Canadian. Stop assuming everyone who mentions the state of their country is American. Or that everyone who is stressed out is American. Between our maple MAGA, Proud Boys, and racism, we've had a massive radical problem here for years, and it's only getting worse. I've been profiled. I've been followed to my car. I've been threatened with swatting. We have hate groups trying to ban books from our libraries. We have a TFW program that companies left and right have been exploiting, and leaving hundreds of thousands of people without properly-compensated work despite months of full-time searching, and abusing the employees they do hire. We have a healthcare crisis, and you can't get life-saving medicine fast enough. Our cost of housing is through the roof. Even after I found a job, I couldn't afford to live where I grew up, so I had to move back to a province where you're completely isolated from literally everything unless you can afford a car. That shit is expensive. We're threatened with constant talk of annexation from our neighboring country. Everything is up in the air. We haven't seen this much instability in decades. If you think "a Canadian can't be stressed out" for some ungodly reason, maybe because oh, joy, we have free healthcare, which is great if you don't need surgery yesterday and can afford to wait a year in a massive backlog, and a year for a damn referral, sure, that's great. I'd rather be in debt than die. So forgive me, and everyone else who understsnds that submission, for not wanting to deal with more shit. There are starving kids in Africa, there are people dying in genocides. We all know. Forcing ourselves to never take a reprieve from the shit news doesn't help them, or you, it only helps you feel better about your own uselessness, and I'm a pragmatic, not an idiot. There is still an invasion happening in Ukraine and problens in Uyghur, and some of you have been awful quiet about those because all you care about is clicking a button for the current Thing. Miss me with that.

Hi, crap, I'm OP of 9217 and I meant to say Xinjiang, not Uyghur in my ask. Is it possible to add this to that compilation post? Won't respond to anyone else either way, I've said my piece.

[strangerthingsfanworkrecs]

I want to nominate hawkinsleather (on Tumblr and Bsky) for their art!

Some of the pieces I really love by them - https://www.tumblr.com/hawkinsleather/769804322781511680/hi-its-my-version-of-fae-daddy-eddie-from?source=share; https://www.tumblr.com/hawkinsleather/763350765646561280/p-is-for-pumpkin-bong?source=share; https://www.tumblr.com/hawkinsleather/755198310866993152/stevieweek-day-two-gender-euphoria?source=share

I love that their art style is so unique and colorful! The faces always look so cool. Also love the frequent trans rep.

Questions for them - what is some inspiration for your style of art? who's your fave ST character to draw? have you done art in any other fandoms?

This week, we're highlighting @hawkinsleather!

Here's the pieces that @fkinkindagauche highlighted. Their art tag is here

see the original post here, here, and here HawkinsLeather answered some questions about their creative process and inspiration under the cut

Why Stranger Things?

i could talk about how i’ve been faithfully watching the show from the start, like i think i watched it the day it came out. rewatch every new season and so on, but let’s be honest, the reason is Eddie Munson. that’s why i got involved instead of just watching the show like a normal person. but i genuinely have loved the show from the start cos it’s that 50 shades of brown real 80’s, and i was actually alive in the 80s so i vaguely remember that and recognise stuff despite not being american. we often joke that it was still the 80s in like 1995 in finland where i grew up.

Who's your fave ST character to draw?

it’s that bitch Eddie Munson. they say that artists should find a blorbo to draw a million times and he’s that guy. I do try to draw other things too but i keep going back to him. and Steve with his huge square head. there’s a reason why I draw them a lot. but i've also found myself drawing a fair amount of Carol Perkins. i have a secret stash of unpublished Carol art because it's for something that's currently on hold. her hair is just… fun! 

What's your typical drawing process like? Are there any tools you like to use?

the process is: i have a stupid idea, find a reference, do a crude doodle, draw over it again and again until it stops sucking, have a meltdown and cigarette, redraw the hair at like 5 times and have a crisis about whether it’s gonna be all pink again haha.  i use procreate. i have a go to brush but it changes about every four months, but at the moment i’m obsessed with chromagraph pencil brush from true grit texture supply that i got in their black friday sale. i very much take advantage of any free sampler sets that brush designers/companies have available. (retro supply also has a good sampler set)

What has been your favorite project so far? Why?

i think my favourite is the page i made for Transger Things zine back in 2023, i rammed so much detail into that bad boy and i was really happy with how it turned up and i bet you won’t notice all the references or silly things i included. i'm also really proud of what i drew for Sapphic Things zine, it's similarly busting with details, i just like doing that. that's why i give Eddie so many silly tattoos and then curse myself when i have to draw them again and his limbs are in awkward positions and it's hard. i do have a ’my personal favourites’ tag on my tumblr for my favourite pieces.

What has been your hardest project so far? Why?

there’s a lot of things i’ve abandoned cos they’re not working but i don’t think those count. there is a Tom of Finland inspired piece i’ve been working on since probably early 2023 and it’s working but i’ve also not had enough practice in certain things so i’ve not managed to finish it but i also refuse to give up or half ass it cos it’s important to me. i was just thinking about picking it up again once i’ve finished my stommy bang fic, as a treat.

Have you ever had a creative block? How did you get over it?

oh god all the time, but usually it’s a few days of bad mental health or task paralysis and then i’m back but… you know what. actually i think i might be in a bit if a block right now cos i feel like i've not finished a single thing this year (but maybe there's like one) i'm still figuring out how to actually get out. it'll just happen on it's own, i gotta trust the process no matter how slow and annoying it is.

What is some inspiration for your style of art?

This is weird but the original inspiration to my art style was the doodles in the cover booklet for le tigre’s self titled album all the way from 1999. i remember getting my copy and thinking they were neat and i just started giving all my drawings that weird nose and the big eyes, i think even the hair. i've made all of those elements more mine over the years but that’s how that started. i’ve tried drawing normal noses too but it’s just more fun this way! though side profiles are a nightmare! unfortunately i think i’ve lost my copy over the years and you can’t find good quality pictures online. (ps. listen to deceptacon!) punk music and zines have just in general always been a big influence on everything i do, i’ve been making zines since the late 90s so it makes sense. other things: moomins, other children’s illustrations, vintage ads, album art, horror movies and old b-movies. oh and straight up vintage pornography.

Have you done art in any other fandoms?

not really. this is kind of the only fandom i’ve been properly involved in since the early 2000s when i was involved in some livejournal fanfic communities i don't want to mention by name but if you’re that curious you can find crumbs in my ao3. THOUGH i did edit a Faith from Buffy the Vampire Slayer a few years back and i drew a couple of things for it including her sick af dagger. so i guess that counts?

Is there an upcoming project you're particularly excited about?

i always have a gazillion WIPs on the go, but i'm just adding finishing touches to my stommy mini bang fic which is exciting, cos i'm usually on the artist side and it's been fun! i've also been organising the bang. it's only little but we've had fun and i'm really proud of what we've been up to 💘 i'm also doing steddie bingo this year and it's my first time doing a bingo. i'm also cooking up something secret maybe with one of my past bang collaborators and i'm helping with Stranger Things March Mating Madness and Stranger Tales. and i've signed up to Steve Harrington bang and I'm sure ill do too many bangs again and I'm also doing some art for the Steddie Classic Art Zine 😅 always doing too much.  oh yeah and Sapphic Things zine is currently in production, not sure when the pre-orders for that will be opening. i'm really looking forward to people seeing it.

Is there anything we didn't ask that you'd like to add?

idk but i suppose i should promo myself a bit and tell you where you can find me / support me if you so wish, including financially:

bluesky: https://hawkinsleather.bsky.social

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/hawkinsleather

tumblr: http://hawkinsleather.tumblr.com

pillowfort (for nsfw archives I think) https://pillowfort.social/hawkinsleather

just the tip: www.ko-fi.com/tukru

zines & stickers straight from me:

print on demand t-shirts etc merch:

print on demand prints:

or just go to hawkinsleather.carrd.co cos these might change or update at some point ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

[neopuppy]

ik u probably don't care about riize but i wonder what are your thoughts on kfans bullying him out of the group over a relationship he had during his trainee days

well, you are correct, I do not care BUT

I want to say sorry to all Riize fans, especially if this was your first SM group. I’m sorry, I know.

I called this awhile back when someone else asked, I knew he wouldn’t come back.

I’ll give you an example of how I learned once and for all that SM does not give one singular fuck about Western fans.

years back when I got into kpop I reallyyyyyyy was deep into exo, like I was EXO-L!! *thumps chest* LOYAL, even fighting armys ncnenxndn(EVEN THO IM A FUCKING ARMY), and I’d watch their concerts on youtube allllllllll of the damn time. I’d sigh and cry to my friends like wow love these guys so much, never gonna see them live😂

one day my friend tells me about this thing called ‘global package’ which she explained is SM’s travel package for INTERNATIONAL NON-KOREAN FANS to attend concerts for their artists.

ofc once I saw the prices I was like yeah right😂🤣 I am by no means rich, not even middle class, but after much convincing, working a lot of extra hours, budgeting, and poor financial decisions, my friend and I committed to doing a twin package together to see exo.

all of this to say that shit was still over $900 for each of us to share a hotel room/be seated together for the concert/etc like is it worth it?!? yeah absolutely BUT once I had to deal with SM’s staff people I really saw with my own eyes who they prioritize as fans.

for exo all of the packages were mostly purchase by Chinese/Japanese fans, a few European and Western sprinkled around. we have a tour guide the day of the concert to take us to SM Town/to eat/get us to the stadium etc, and she spoke PERFECT Korean/Chinese/Japanese and squished her fingers together at me and my friend after explaining the day’s schedule and important information to the other package holders and said “little English, sorry.” and proceeded to struggle to explain anything to us, and we basically had to fend for ourselves

Did we not all pay the same for this alleged GLOBAL fan experience??😅😅

$950 and some tax and I’m trying to read this schedule in Hangul without my guides help😂🤣

I have done Global Package like uhhh 7? times in total from 2017-19 and it was the same shit every time. the staff would even yell at me in Korean for being confused about things they couldn’t explain to me. $1000s of dollars just to watch all of the K fans be worshipped and treated like princesses along with the C/J fans while I sat there like😅😅😅😅 FUCKKKKKKKKKKK

it’s hard bc if I complain abt this a foreigner will ofc call me a selfish stupid American, but if I am paying the same and traveling 5 times as much as Asian fans, why am I not granted to same experience/respect as a fan?

Fuck SM entertainment, fuck kpop generally, but especially fuck SM and their stupid sinking cash cow racist ass company. just look at the SM building in LA, thats what they think of us non-Asian fans😂

idk guys theres no win here, after NCT I wont go near SM groups again. I could go on but this company is NOT catered toward Western fans, all they want is our fucking money😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 SUCH A JOKE

I hope they lose everything for all the pain they have caused across numerous fandoms. the end.

[screemnch]

About your Danyas and Tyomas

Hi, it’s almost 2 am and I have a flight in like, 9 hours, which means it’s time for pedantic linguistic musings. Specifically I’d like to share some fun info about Russian phonetics (which I’ve stated many times are really weird) and how that relates to the diminutive names that you can give to Russian characters (including these stupid pathologic characters that live in my head rent free)

As a final preamble I want to point out that this isn’t a critique on the English only speakers within the fandom. I love y’all and you are awesome. However, Russian is it’s own language with distinctive phonetics and notations, and the English language is a bit too… Not limited, but different, and it does not convey Russian words and names properly, especially in notation (don’t get me started on how “Tycheek” is actually pronounced in Russian). And since I’m also here to bridge the gap between languages while also trying not to completely Englishize and Americanize my existence… I’ve decided to talk about the dreaded Russian “y-” vowels.

The Russian language has 10 vowels, which are:

а (“ah” sound, but shorter)

o (“oh” sound but without the “h”)

у (“oo” sound but can be as short as you’d like”)

э (“eh” or like the “e” in the word “ten”)

и (“ee” sound, also can be as short as you’d like)

ы (uhhhhhh… Best I can describe it is the sound you make when you get punched in the stomach)

And that’s it! Here’s the part where you go “wait, tumblr user screemnch, that’s only 6 vowels! Why are you lying to me?” The thing is tho, that I am not lying to you. The other 4 vowels “е”, “ё”, “ю”, and “я” are what I can only describe as “composite vowels” as in vowels that are made up of those I’ve already told you about and the awesome letter “й” (which has the same sound as the “y” in “yes”).

The vowel “e” is comprised of “й” and “э” to make a “yeh” sound.

The vowel “ё” is comprised of “й” and “о” to make a “yoh” sound.

The vowel “ю” is comprised of “й” and “у” to make a “you” sound.

The vowel “я” is comprised of “й” and “а” to make a “yah” sound.

With me so far?

The names we’re looking at today are Daniil (Даниил) and Artemy (Артемий), for which people have elected to use the diminutives of Danya (Даня) and Tyoma (Тёма). Based off of what I explained just now, this makes sense phonetically (and I’ll bet my money that it was my fellow Russian speakers that told y’all about them). HOWEVER. Do not be fooled, do not be deceived. Because Russian phonetic laws get even weirder.

The phonetics I’ve illustrated for you make sense in particular instances. Mainly, when a “composite vowel” is the letter in the very beginning of the word (such as the last name of the Russian actor Oleg Yankovsky. The letter “Я” being in the front makes the “yah” sound).

The other instance is when the “composite vowel” is prefaced with either the soft (ь) or hard (ъ) sign, such is the Russian spelling of cognac (коньяк). These signs have no sound of their own, but provide a kind of separation that allows these “composite vowels” to sounds as I described.

Are you ready for the curveball? It happens when a “composite vowel” is prefaced with a consonant. See, almost all Russian consonants have a “hard” and “soft” versions. It’s a very slight phonemic difference that is difficult to catch if you hadn’t been hearing Russian since childhood (cuz that’s how learning how to distinguish phonemes works. You’re most fine-tuned to the phonemes of the language you were surrounded by as a kid) and is difficult to explain. But I will attempt to.

When you say the word “no” the consonant “n” is a hard one. If you were to use the “soft” version while trying to say “no”, it’d sound a but closer to how you say “gnocchi”.

When you say… Ugh, ok, when you say “nya~” the consonant “n” is a soft one. If you attempted to use the “hard” version while trying to say “nya~” it’d sound more like “nah”.

And that’s what happens in the Russian language. The presence of a regular vowel (except for “и”) dictates that the consonant prior to it is a “hard” one. The presence of a “composite vowel” in turn swallows the “й” (y-) sound in return for softening the prior consonant. Consonants can be soft in other instances. Idk if I’ve actually done it in my analyses when attempting to write phonetics, but you may have seen me use an apostrophe after some letters. I got it in my head some long time ago that that’s how you indicate soft consonants when writing in English, and it’s too late to stop now.

So, if the “й” (y-) sound gets swallowed by the prior consonant, all we get to hear is the “-а” although it sounds like a “я”. So let’s try saying “nya~” the Russian way.

You’d start as if you were trying to say “nya~” how you would in English, but stop short before you actually open your mouth. Substitute the “ya” with an “a” or “ah” sound. The softer “n” sound will alter the vowel, creating (hopefully) the authentic, Russian “ня”.

So, when, for example, saying the name Даня you would apply the same logic. The “y-” sound gets swallowed up by the softened “n”. Same for Тёма. The softer “t” (like in “tea”) swallows up the “y-” sound.

And yes, I’m aware that there isn’t much one can do when writing down names using English letters. But I also don’t really want the whimsical and weird Russian pronunciation to go unappreciated. It’s my language, dangit, it’s worth learning.

Also, I’d encourage you to explore some more fun Russian diminutives. With the names we explored alone you can get the actual Russian nicknames of Данечька (“Danech’ka” using the “-ech’ka/ochka” suffix) and Артёмка (“Artyomka” using the “-ka” suffix).

This concludes today’s linguistic ramblings (and totally not secret propaganda to get people to learn Russian.)

[farmerbebop]

The sun was shining too bright for me to be worrying about my deadline so I guess I'll use this rare occasion to make a pinned post.

When I started blorbo posting it was simply because "If even I, who knows next to nothing about British and American TV series, can see that Patrick McGoohan was criminally underrated, then maybe this blog has a reason to exist."

The only thing I ever learned about blorbo posting is from the Columbo fandom. They have fun, and they love their blorbo. As the kids say: Love and peace on planet earth.

But McGoohan is a challenge and will never stop being one. His public image, both in front and behind of the camera, isn't that of someone who would be pleased with blorbo posting. I don't know how other blorbo bloggers feel, but I just wish I can hold a conversation with my blorbo that doesn't bore him to death or anger him to the point of throwing me out of the room.

Judging someone who talked about his nervous breakdown like it was just a cold isn't something I like to do, especially online. So if I have to talk about McGoohan, I always get quite nervous. I can only say that I regret we didn't get to know him as much as we would like to and I really wish he was still here with us.

I know many of the decisions he made, he made it for future generations. It's my privilege to say that my blorbo's gift to the three-year-old running this blog has been her greatest pride as a blorbo blogger. And her hardest and most honourable task is not to mess it up.

I actually didn't create this blog to please McGoohan (the ladies can testify to that, lol). And I think I make fun of him more than I should. But I hope he knows that life as a blorbo blogger isn't easy when your blorbo is Patrick McGoohan and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be too hard on me.

And just in case anyone is wondering what the hell I'm doing on here, here's a short guide to my blog.

my stupid vid My McGoohan fancams are what I personally consider the funniest part of my blog. But they can be somewhat serious too, I think.

my lousy photoshopping This can mean just about anything. McGoohan as The Little Prince. McGoohan in Ingmar Bergman's films. Anything that I made with photoshop. So I have some more tags to categorize it.

mcgoohan at the museum What I love to do the most in photoshop is putting McGoohan into paintings. I don't know why. Maybe because it easily hides my lousy photoshopping skills. Or maybe because my blorbo is as beautiful as a painting.

mcgoohan album covers What can I say? “But you don't really care for music, do you?”

mcgoohan fashion Let's be honest, don't you love a beautiful blorbo?

mcgoohan posters I sometimes try not to misinterpret McGoohan's works, I don't know if I succeed though.

no context mcgoohan Mostly just McGoohan sitting or standing somewhere. But I love it nonetheless.

mcgoohan for kids and mcgoohan anime Well, it's exactly what you would expect it to be.

mcgoohan arthouse One day I'll retire from blorbo posting and go back to watching arthouse films.

mcgoohan stickers They are not as cute as cat or bunny stickers, but they stick all right.

the prisoner redux or anything redux means my lousy photoshopping for that particular series/movie. But when there are so many McGoohans in one post I get tired of tagging and I just give up.

I think that's enough of my lousy photoshopping.

wild mcgoohan in his natural habitat McGoohan as God intended him. Trying to not give away too much information in interviews.

mcgoohan lore McGoohan in someone else's words, including his daughter's. Needless to say, my words should not be trusted. You'll know them when you see them.

my gif McGoohan gifs, mostly for losing tumblr polls. Also for making this blog popular with the ladies on here.

village poetry If there's one thing that McGoohan might like about this blog, this is probably it.

village soundcloud Blorbos and song lyrics go hand in hand - Tumblr proverb.

mcgoogoo and me Just me rambling about my McGoohan dreams and my hard life as a blorbo blogger.

my lousy shitposting It has something to do with McGoohan I'm afraid. But it's fun.

I know this blog has become quite predictable and it's filled with half of my life's story. But if McGoohan was really who I think he was, that would be the least of his problems with my blog.

And finally, my hiatus is a running joke that I'm getting worse at, I hope.

[laxibbeb]

Don’t worry, it’s truly been a week for us all. And not to flood you with asks, I just happened to have this ready at the same time as your snippet:)

I’m a fan of those Greek mythology retellings (although I haven’t finished Song of Achilles because I know how it ends and I’m scared of getting hurt). And I don’t know if you’ve ever read Gods of Jade and Shadow, but it was interesting.

Ninth House is fun, it has that mystery vibe to it while still being dark urban fantasy. Which is a genre that I don’t typically enjoy?

Also I enjoyed Too Good to be True. It was interesting trying to figure out each character’s motives throughout the book.

Have you read Priory of the Orange Tree? I loved it, but I ran into the same problem as you. I had a massive book hangover and haven’t been able to get into the second one yet 😂

I…am hesitant to tell you one of the things I’m pretentious about. I think it might give me away. I can tell you it has to do with one of my hobbies, though! For the other, I can be a bit of a snob about wine. I love a good Sauvignon Blanc. Truly immaculate. (But YES! Let’s be pretentious bitches together. That’s truly the dream. It’s also what Mor x Nesta could have been but anyway) haha maybe I’ll indulge both of us and write that someday 😊

Ooh the weaver? I see the appeal! It’s hard to pick one for ACOTAR because most of the characters are already hot. Andras, maybe? Dying for the sake of the plot? What a guy. Although I guess he’s not special in that regard, if you think about it.

I’m so sorry I just started talking😂

For non ACOTAR? I’m going to be honest I didn’t think about this either, so I’m doing the same as you. Uh, this is definitely a popular one, but that one fish from finding Nemo. Gill, I think his name is.

I can verify I am not one of the two people in the fandom who can understand that reference. Unsure if that narrows anything down for you (so I’m going to narrow it down even further and tell you I’m American)

I feel like these asks keep getting longer and longer. I don’t know what that says about us.

Anyways!

Do you have any favorite fics? They could be for any ship, honestly. I also enjoy Nessian and sometimes Feysand, and am open to other ones too.

Do you play any instruments? (I don’t think I asked this already?)

santa ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 i hope you flood me with asks, i love them

oH MY GOD i do that too, where i leave a book when i know it'll get bad 🫢 i'm scared to proceed with other books form "The Poppy War" for an example, because i have a vague idea of what will happen and i just. i just can't i've not read "Ninth House", i wanted to but not gonna lie, i'm scared i won't like it.. leigh bardugo hasn't ever done it for me before

i wanted to give something new of hers a try, though! so maybe?

"Too good to be true" is actually going on my tbr now, especially since i promised myself i'd read more thrillers (and haven't but shhh)

i HAVE read priory, (i have like, 80 pages left, but i'm GETTING TO IT so let's say i read it for a moment) it was so good! but yeah, the second one is gong to have to wait

(i would absolutely read an 800 page long, day to day account of tané's life, though)

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OKAY, a wine snob??? that's so classy and sophisticated of you, santa (might i say - hot) i'll wait for your other pretentious thing, that's ok see! you see the mor x nesta potential for what it really is... divine and so, so sexy if you ever decide to write mor x nesta i'll owe you my firstborn, actually

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OH MY GOD, THE ANDRAS SHADE (i wish the most important man in the acotar series had a single speaking line, not gonna lie)

okay, here's the thing - i've watched nemo one time and, stupid me i thought that was it, so i deleted all the memories i had of this movie. little did i know people would be referencing it for the rest of time i googled gill the fish from finding nemo and you know what? i GET IT. it's his slutty fin swoop

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you know what, if you said that you recognized what i was talking about, only then would i have IMMEDIATELY known who you are

i now have 3 pieces of information that could possibly help me in figuring out your identity, and let me tell you, it doesn't narrow it down that much 🤣 so you're in the clear

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I BRING FORTH MY FAVOURITE FANFICTION:

i cannot have a favourite fics list without mentioning @separatist-apologist, as she's the reason why i'm even in this fandom to begin with, so even though we all know this already -> take your pick and it's my favourite ever

what lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why by @foundress0fnothing THIS ONE IS SO MUCH FUN, and it has bi lucien; what more could you want

Springtide by @clarafae i've been really enjoying this one and i'm not done with it yet but it belongs here, ok i did not think i could like high lady of spring!elain but turns out i just needed a good fic

also, i've started A Blaze in the Dark by the famous @the-lonelybarricade and i can already tell you it belongs here as well

lately i've been reading a lot of azris, actually!

Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows by @jules-writes-stories (if you're reading this because ot the tag, jules please know i haven't forgotten about you, I'LL COME BACK) anyway, i love this one and i've been having so much fun reading it

i'm due a reread of Kerosene by @chunkypossum which is my absolute favourite and changed my life, actually

AND there are so many more but i need to finish replying to you before i turn 80 years old, unfortunately

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i do not play an instrument :(( i used to really want to play the violin when i was a kid but when i asked my mom if i could attend music school she got war flashbacks and said she wouldn't put me through that (she also said i have no predispositions for doing music, which wow, thanks mom (she was right) 😋) so no instruments for baby laxi but i like to sing in my car when i'm driving 🤣

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we're writing love letters to one another from across the sea and as the time passes they get progressively longer we just need to embrace it

it got to the point when i'm putting dividers whenever i change the topic to make it easier to read 🤣

as always, santa tell me your answers too, please!! and have a

[poeticpains]

Does anyone else ever think about how fucked up it is that the setup of Escape the Night has us talking about who "deserved" it?

You see it in the fandom, and in the show itself, too — where there's discussions about who "pulled their weight" or who did the most for the team, with the implication that those who didn't deserve...what? A horrible, lonely death? To never see their families and loved ones again?

"I'm going to vote for [X], because they didn't pull their weight," is literally saying that someone being foolish, oblivious, and/or lazy is a mistake that should be punished by death.

Or the fandom, as they say that, "[X] wasn't doing very well, so they deserved to be put into that challenge."

And, look, I do not legitimately believe that anyone in the fandom or the show would ever be okay with someone dying because they couldn't figure out a riddle — I'm one of the ones screeching about how your fannish participation is not morality, and what you enjoy in fandom, or say about fictional characters (or fictional personas of real people) is not, in any way, reflective of your actual beliefs. Let me be abundantly clear: it doesn't matter to me who you think "deserved" to die, because nobody died, and at the end of the day, it's a fake web series.

...But that doesn't change that I think Escape the Night is a perfect encapsulation of the way that manipulation works on humans. As they say,

“1. Man is a MORAL animal. 2. You can get human beings to do anything — IF you convince them it is moral. 3. You can convince human beings anything is moral.” — Frank Bidart

In ETN, and especially in Season 3, the guests were convinced that voting people to die was the morally correct option. After all, world annihilation (and their own life) was on the line. Isn't that worth a little blood on your hands?

But it's hard to convince your average person that killing other people (or sentencing them to death, I suppose), if those people are otherwise innocent of severe crimes, is moral. So the situation sets it up using two things that are highly prized: merit and fear.

The fear is the easier option to discuss; it's the same point I made earlier regarding world annihilation and their own lives. (And, of course, it's easier to control scared people than it is to control people who have their wits about them. Manipulation 101.)

Merit, of course, is the entire point of this post. Many of us, I would hazard a guess, grew up with the American justice system, wherein death is an appropriate punishment for certain things. In ETN, that category is just stretched a little wider. Someone missed a clue? Well, they must be stupid — so they deserve to die.

And yes, I am defining voting someone in as tacitly saying that they deserve to die, because that is the unspoken consequence that could happen to anyone who was voted in.

Anyways, back to merit. Before every death challenge, barring the special ones, like the Witch's Challenge in S3, there's literally a discussion where the guests are supposed to defend themselves and prove that they helped. And if the court of public opinion decides you didn't? Well, off to the chopping block with you, my friend — your performance was unsatisfactory, and therefore you deserve to be beaten to death/buried alive/whatever terrible fate awaits them that episode.

But isn't that absurd, when you think about it like that? It's like having a shitty coworker that never responds to emails and takes 45 minute lunches. That's basically it. That's what these people are dying for.

Literally everyone on the show is guilty of this, even fan favorites like Matthew, so it's not like I'm trying to call guests out, or anything. I just think it's a really fascinating look into the way that humans can be manipulated into being willing to kill other humans.

Maybe someday I'll write something more in-depth on this.

[mgopinoon]

Oh shippers are bold af with coming for your English. That pisses me off. How rude is that ? Just because you don’t kiss Kaia’s ass they wanna go there with you. I’m American and understand you 100% . Word for word. These bitches just mad because they can’t comprehend someone not being crazy about the precious nepo baby they worship. When will they understand not everyone is going to like her. Not everyone will agree with the relationship Kaia has wish Austin. Like others have pointed out , these girls would not be fans of Kaia if it wasn’t for her dating Austin . They only go hard for her because they think it will get them brownie points. Also when Kaia began dating Austin the majority of the fandom was on the same page about her and the relationship, including a lot of these shippers who wanna call themselves running to our blogs bitching and acting a fool. They are legit trying to drag people for stuff they did too. I am really fed up with them and the attitude they have towards everyone acting as if they are better than us because they ship that stupid ass relationship. I wish for the love of sanity and everything else that they will just SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!

sorry I vented on here but them coming for your english pissed me off.

Kaia doesn't have the charisma and talent needed to have fans, people who follow her only like her for superficial reasons and shippers because they think they'll win points with Austin. I'm 28 years old, I'm not interested in groveling or pretending to like a bitch just because the actor I like is dating her, we have more brains than that. I once tried to understand why they liked her, listen to her, look at the relationship she has with Austin and the things she does to get attention with other eyes and I couldn't, there was no way I liked that woman and it's not because of jealousy like stupid people think, because I wish Austin did have a relationship, but not with that stupid spoiled rich woman.

The English thing is stupid, I know I'm not perfect writing it, but they are so desperate where they don't know how to defend their idol anymore that they look for a "defect" in me to feel better hahaha and for me they look like real idiots

[rowanthestrange]

i just read the entirety of your Rogue is the Bad Guy essay, and i’ll admit, you’ve convinced me, but not that he’s the Master, but that he’s trying to cosplay the Master cosplaying whoever. Also, it was really long so, like, i’m asking with full concern: are you okay? it just seemed like it took a ridiculous amount of time /lh

What I think is the case, probably 51% the Master. Just squeaks it.

What I want is Chuldur/Pantheon member ‘The’ Rogue cosplaying the Master cosplaying Jack. I’d prefer it by a very large margin. A huge one. But as to whether I think it will happen, I give that 49%. But that’s still good odds.

(I’ve got a lot of Pantheon!Rogue feels, ideas, and desires and have had nowhere else to put them yet, and this is a valid place to share them, rip. And to anyone else who followed the first Essay, let me convince you of my secondary Sub-Thesis in it.)

I’m giving that seemingly crazy high 49% despite the risky complexity of double-layering, because A) that was the Ruby resolution: she cosplayed the bird cosplaying as her - we’ve done it already and everyone got it.

And B)…Is actually complicated literal-meta but hear me out. Since they’re the only other writers this season I think there’s a very high chance they’re forerunners for next showrunners. I know at least one has high level management experience, and if they were given that as a test to do highly complex work to cut their teeth, this would be an incredibly good test that they passed imo. The Master is in themselves hard to write but necessary to fully comprehend because even when not present they are a lynchpin of the show. Here you’d have to write him well. But also effectively set up two twists (that he’s the Master, and then that he’s not he’s just pretending he is). You have to establish a Pantheon member - make an important part of an overarching narrative. And link together with other writers current and past. As well as create a good story with all functioning meta, on multiple levels.

The second you let Rogue be The Bad Guy the complexity of literally everything skyrockets anyway. (And one of the reason I’m a little annoyed that people want to believe he’s so flat - it does the writers a deep disservice to just think they wrote Space Darcy and there’s no shared metaplot there). But while Russell likes a certain amount of simplicity — Occam’s Razor 51% Master — RTD2 has been having fun with more complicated stuff, more prior-knowledge and using that, more thinking needed if you’re going to get the answers early. I think if he was going to give future showrunners something hard to do this would be it. For me Chuldur/Pantheon!Rogue is the pinnacle of that while still being perfectly possible to pull off to casuals without too much brainache. ‘The American accent guys, come on.’

I certainly think they have seeded all they need to, obviously can’t grade without seeing the full execution. And they certainly succeeded in writing ‘the Master’ well. Rewatching that ending? That actually got to me. And I’m a wall. I hated him which is what makes an actually good Master/Master-Proxy - you can neither go too far with that or the character becomes too unenjoyable (Simm!Master), but also too little with the hatred being turned almost entirely into pity (fandom), or even just they’re pretty purely enjoyable (Missy - but she’s an odd duck anyway), also robs them of something essential. This is pitched very well. Test passed on that score.

If my preference and height of percentage seems confusing, to me it makes no difference when talking about them whether he’s the Master or The Rogue perfectly playing the Master. Because if he’s perfectly playing him, as his Pantheon power should presumably allow him to do, it tells us about the Master anyway, so I don’t actually feel any need to differentiate most of the time. Certainly in The Essay it seemed stupid to bog it down with that and risk confusing the people still on ‘but he’s a good guy’ where it wasn’t necessary, because all arguments stay basically the same for a perfect copy. I trusted the reader to apply the level of abstraction themselves for the most part, only coming in with that where I thought something could be particularly relevant/missed in regard to that specifically. Muddying the issue with too repetitiously focusing on ‘remember it called also be a perfect Master cosplay’ and that seemingly complicated (even if I think valid) double-layering didn’t feel like the right call for something where just Rogue Is Playing The Bad Guy was already a hard sell to who I wanted to reach. Ymmv.

The only things that give me pause are that 1: The implication that he’s cloaked seems very high - the earring interference, psychic scents can mask real ones, seeming lack of recognition by allies (until the end I think - they shut up while he’s doing the scene rather than threaten or beg for their lives) etc. The Pantheon seem to have a lot of reality twisting powers. You wouldn’t need to, surely? You’d need to have a reason other than ‘same devices too close’ for that interference which starts the whole thing at minimum and I think ‘he made it happen for the Doctor to come over’ is too cheaty. And 2: The Bag. Why would you need to pack a bag and ensure you have it on you at the end if you can just snap your fingers?

But could be that it actually just contains his dice and he’s a stickler for doing things manually - think of daddy here, rules and ways to do things and following structure while also being creative within those constrictions. Which also very much applies to Dungeon Masters (won’t lie, the ‘Master’ part of that is what eeks it to 51% for just being him). This could come up, it’s feasible.

A Chuldur needing the teleport is also fair of course. And would want the psychic jewellery for the reverse of Ruby - being a Chuldur who needs to smell human to keep the gang on their toes and unsuspecting it’s him.

And there are lots of little things that complement the Pantheon element. We have the dancing scene where the lights dim. We have the fact he’s working with alternate dimension creatures and knows a lot about them. Certainly shows no fear at being sent to an alternate dimension once he’s got what he wanted. We have the American accent. We have him probably having watched Doctor Who like Bridgerton because he’s very familiar with Jack’s introductory episodes with all the references. We have the Vitamin String Quartet’s cover of ‘I’m The Bad Guy’ - Dungeon Masters love making playlists for their scenes, so why wouldn’t he (and also Theme of Music)? Maybe he doesn’t overtly use his powers during The Session because that sort of ugly manipulation of the world is cheap and bad DMing. Daddy liked the Spice Girls, why wouldn’t he like Kylie? He’s a game player like daddy but there’s no winning D&D, especially as DM, which makes an easy natural conflict between them. And we need at least one Pantheon member, cus while I think this is actually just a set-up season for them, there needs to be at least four, really five to truly feel ‘Pantheon’, three would be bare minimum and not enough for when the shit actually starts to go down next season, need at least four by then. I’m assuming we see one: The Writer, or The Audience, or Death or (The Twist At) The End/Grand Finale or whatever else you interpret the oldest one/one who waits to be, in the finale itself.

And this means we get a new (and if Pantheon rather than Chuldur) long-term character. Cosplaying the Master means The Rogue isn’t a copy of them, can just be playing The Bad Guy cus it’s fun right now, but they themselves don’t have to be Master-like, they can be anything. Something new. Anyone who knows me knows I wanted more rogue Time Lords and these guys are like that but with magic powers - what’s not to love? If The Rogue is a Joker, A Wildcard, and they just become a character that fills a void, that’s fascinating. Or they want to create exciting stories whatever that means and become whatever NPCs necessary to drive them on, that’s so interesting. Or they’re guided by being whatever they find cool much like the birds, with all the capricious ‘eh, bored now I’m wrapping this story up’ of a greek god (cus, well.) with all the associated dangers and disregard of these not being characters but people they’re playing with, and also expects there to be no hard feelings after The Session is over and next time it’s a new one. Can they perfectly roleplay a character but still break character if needed, or are they locked in to it until The Session’s done? Do they believe themself to have a ‘real’ personality or is that all fuzzy? Or all of the above. You could go anywhere from standard villain to a full Chaotic Neutral with that. And all the implications you could have of their power being to perfectly roleplay a person. And I use ‘they’ here because surely this is the most genderfluid a character you could get. The Rogue could literally be the red-nailed woman who picked up the gold tooth, think about that. How perfect would that be. Maybe that’s what’s in the bag. Live Tooth Reaction To The Kiss Not Clickbait. A character that could literally be anyone at any time, we would never know peace again. If Susan Twist appearing everywhere is something Pantheony, The Rogue is the inverse of this. Siblings maybe.

And see my Christmas Special pitch. Which is both a joke, but also an example of what fun you could have with The Rogue if you wanted. It doesn’t have to be pure heartbreak and misery Master 2.0. Especially if they are as seems here, a god not just trying to entertain themselves, but also entertain others. D&D requires a group, it’s co-operative, we see Rogue appear to adapt rather than (in any way immediately evident to us at least) externally force the story a certain way like a good DM. He never shoots the birds or threatens to or gets them in actual danger despite the in-character reasons to, and they looked like they all had fun - besides squished beak #5. But also sees NPCs as little more than set dressing as we ourselves would in a D&D game. What a dynamic that could be in a Pantheon god. It’s unique. Which is so valuable. A Chuldur slightly less interesting in that score but still.

If it is the Master I’ll be fine and accept it, but I want this, because it does double duty. It might as well have been a Master episode as it has most of the benefits of one (for me anyway), but also gives us all this new possibility and complexity on top of it. Those options are currently open and I want it.

It’s not popular, but I’m really pro trusting the writers. All of them. They’re smart. And I know these two just seem like randoms, but I doubt they are, they could be our new mothers, and I really think that while the Pantheon Rogue option is complex, it’s viable and has so much scope. If I hate people trying to see Rogue as flat Space Darcy because it shows zero belief in the writers, then I gotta do the opposite and entertain the option that they have intelligently created a deep and complex story, and have taken that to the end of the road. Even if complicated is by nature less likely than simple.

also lol I started The Essay at around 11pm sunday, wrote til gone 4am. Then woke up at 9:30am and wrote solidly plus edits until about 4am, and in-between edited the subtitles into that video. Am I ok? Physically, yes. Mentally, probably not. It is literally 10k and that’s why I made the joke. But I’ve done infinitely worse writing fanfics so...

EDIT:

‘Chuldur/Pantheon member The Rogue cosplaying the Master’ has just flipped into the dominant reading! Alert! Alert! Cus he’d never do this about him literally being the Master. If he’s acknowledging we’re having the feelings we’re intended to have, there’s another twist in it.

I officially move The Rogue Cosplaying The Master to 55% from 49% likelihood, and Rogue Is Just The Master down to 45% from 51%. You may wish to adjust your stock investment accordingly.

[olderthannetfic]

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Anon I am agreeing with you so hard. I am a big eastern media fan and the amount out complaining and US centrism in the English speaking sections of these fandoms is starting to kill me. I am like, exclusively on reddit, tumblr, and ao3. Reddit is hell its full of nothing but complaining about age gaps, enemies to lovers, and characters that aren't always making the right and moral :tm: choices and if you try and point out that it's a authors job to tell a perfectly moral story but and interesting one your comments will get deleted buy mods. It feels like people just moved from Twitter to reddit.

And like so many of the stories they are complaining about are historical fiction/fantasy and they seeth and foam at the mouth over age gaps. Like if they hate them so much why do they keep reading them. It's so exhausting I just want to enjoy my eastern comics with other fans in peace not sit there through a bitch and moan fest. I now have the threads blocked cause I just can't take all the negativity anymore.

Like no I don't care about this adult/minor ship in this shoujo, it's a shoujo they are just like that. No I don't care that a royal in a historical story is rude to the FL and doesn't trust her on sight. No it doesn't bother me that this manga/manhwa has a slave character in it, it's just a plot point. No I'm not bothered that characters are being constantly manipulative because the plot has stated its either that or death. I'm not going to care that this adult yakuza is dating a high school girl that's like the most minor of the illegal things he's doing honestly. Like the idea of holding fictional characters to the same standards are living breathing people is frankly ridiculous.

And God so much of it is just so incredibly xenophobic like I am not going to expect a jp/kr author to write for an American audience that's fucking stupid. Frankly all of the above is also exactly why I like eastern writing more they can write a story that's actually interesting without being hung up on all this bullshit. Puritans are fucking exhausting.

-@botanicbones

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[lenseye]

R: 1999 RAMBLES (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)

I consider myself as a newbie and casual player of the R: 1999 fandom so my knowledge of the game may be limited and I'm not confident of my vocabularies since English is not my first languange, just letting yall know :V

I'm gonna be as nuanced as possible as I ramble through my opinions, so if you find this interesting, I'd like to see yall's opinions too! (Remember to be respectful!)

Alright so the thing that I wanna get it off my chest is that, is it just me or there has been no discourse/drama about R: 1999 till today? I know the game was released hardly a year ago, but really the fandom is pretty chill and I'm very grateful for that, even though I'm not an active participant.

I had a thought it's because the twitter cops/"puritans" can't see any visible advantage to make ANYTHING a useless drama. I was both in the GI and HSR fandom as a spectator, seeing news about them bitching and policing people about the same topics over and over again (truly saddening). But I might dare say R: 1999 is not an easy target for them because it has:

- Diverse characters, both ethnicity and species wise iykyk

- Diverse VAs for characters that are not Americans (ex. Zima, Shamane, Sonetto, Matilda, etc.)

- Stunning and unique artstyle (for me at least, because it's not really your generic anime style if you really squint)

- Killer character designs that speaks where they from and their personality

- Compelling storytelling both for the characters' backstory, story events and main story

- MOST if not ALL characters have their age explicitly stated in their bio

- GENEROUS amount of Drops and moderately easy to get

- Farming resources are generous and easy to get with if your characters' level are enough to beat the critters

- Gameplay/Battle system is engaging in its own way

- No questionable clothings on minor characters

The only things that they would try to make drama/discourse are:

- How boring the gameplay is (which is almost an insult) <- have seen an example on Tiktok

- Ship discourses because it's the only thing any fandom fans and non-fans have a war about, which is utterly stupid and brainrotting

- Any genuine problematic things like problematic creators seeping into the crack. It can be done by a block button or callout doc if they're endangering the fandom's space

-Any immature, chronically online behaviors that you see on the internet (both minors and adults)

TLDR: I'm not saying Reverse: 1999 is the pinnacle of what games should be, but it's really hard not to notice its uniqueness that other game lacks. Let's just hope people won't be behaving out of place, and if they do, we could either educate them patiently or ignore them completely. NOT immediately ostracizing and being aggressive towards them as it will light up the fire and potentially burn the whole forest.

That's all I have go say. If you made it this far, WOW! Thanks for stopping by and read this unhinged ramble! Have a milk and cookies for compensation, friend 🥛🍪🍪🍪

I hope in the future, the game and its fandom will flourish with passionate creators and gamers. Maybe they could make Indonesian-based events! I would love that actually... But for now, I will wait for Shamane's banner teehee :3c