#and these new people “replacing” your parents. It must be hard

[tategaminu]

Just as it took Callum a while to accept Harrow as his father‚ it also took Rayla a while to recognize Runaan as his dad.

Matching (adoptive) daddy issues for you and your beloved

[plutosunshine]

What will help you go through Saturn lessons? Saturn in the houses

Saturn in the 1st house

Saturn in the first house requires a person to develop a deep understanding of their responsibilities and capacity for self-discipline. To master its lessons, it is essential to learn to accept yourself as you are, with all your flaws and strengths, while also working on your self-confidence and self-esteem. Saturn teaches patience, so you must be prepared that the results of your efforts will not come immediately but through consistent hard work and overcoming inner barriers. The limitations Saturn may impose should not be seen as punishment but rather as opportunities for growth and the strengthening of character. Building a clear structure in life, creating a daily routine, and taking a systematic approach to problem-solving will help manage its influence more easily. Self-discipline becomes the key to success: the more order and organization you have in your life, the easier it will be to overcome challenges. It is also important to learn not to shift responsibility for your life onto circumstances or other people but to see yourself as the rightful master of your destiny. Accepting limitations and working on yourself will gradually lead to inner strength, stability, and self-respect.

Saturn in the 2nd house

Saturn in the second house teaches responsibility, discipline, and patience regarding resources, self-sufficiency, and value. To navigate these lessons, it is important to develop inner stability and learn to recognize the true value of yourself and your life, regardless of external circumstances. Start by identifying your priorities in the financial and material realms and understanding which beliefs about money and resources limit you. Saturn requires a structured approach, so build a habit of budgeting, saving, and working toward long-term financial goals.

Equally important is the lesson of self-sufficiency—learn to rely on your own skills and efforts to feel secure about the future. On an emotional level, it is necessary to overcome feelings of lack or fear of loss, which Saturn may intensify, and gradually replace them with an awareness of your worth. Developing patience and resilience will help you realize that success in this area comes through gradual effort rather than instant results. Practice gratitude for what you already have and cultivate a realistic approach to managing resources, avoiding extremes—both greed and excessive extravagance.

Saturn in the 3rd house

Saturn in the third house teaches discipline in communication, thinking, and learning. It demands structuring your thoughts, learning to express yourself clearly and accurately, and formulating ideas. The key to mastering these lessons lies in patience, consistency, and responsibility while learning and interacting with others. It is important to overcome the fear of expressing your thoughts or a lack of confidence in your intellect. Developing a systematic approach to learning, such as setting specific goals and deadlines for mastering new information, is essential.

Additionally, it is important to work on your relationships with siblings, neighbors, and people in your immediate environment, showing more patience and a willingness to engage in dialogue. Saturn in this house does not tolerate superficiality and requires deep analysis of any situation. Gradually developing critical thinking will help overcome obstacles. If communication challenges arise, practicing writing, reading, or public speaking can be beneficial — this will strengthen confidence and allow you to structure your ideas more effectively.

Saturn in the 4th house

The lessons of Saturn in the fourth house are connected to deep inner work on one’s emotional world, family foundations, and emotional security. To overcome these challenges, it is necessary to consciously work on one’s roots and relationships with family, especially parents, as karmic ties or heavy family patterns often emerge here. Taking responsibility for your emotional maturity becomes a key step: instead of blaming your family or circumstances, it is important to see how they have shaped your personality and learn to build your life based on your own principles. Saturn demands discipline and patience, so creating a stable home environment, even if it requires time and effort, becomes the foundation of your inner balance.

The lessons often involve learning to cope with loneliness and emotional restraint, finding support within yourself rather than in external circumstances. Learning to set boundaries with others is helpful, as well as recognizing your right to personal space and emotional well-being. Practices such as self-reflection, working with a psychologist, or meditation can help you better understand your fears and limitations, freeing space for more mature and healthier emotional responses.

Saturn in the 5th house

The Saturn in the fifth house requires patience, awareness, and inner discipline. The fifth house is associated with creativity, self-expression, joy, children, romantic relationships, and games. When Saturn enters this house, it can impose limitations and challenges in these areas, prompting an individual to gain a deeper understanding of their true needs and talents. It is important to learn to take responsibility for one’s own happiness and creative fulfillment rather than shifting it onto circumstances or other people. Saturn demands consistent effort and a serious approach to any creative project; superficiality and carelessness will not bring satisfaction. Overcoming fears of self-expression, criticism, and failure plays a key role. It is essential to find what truly brings joy and to develop it despite difficulties.

The romantic relationships may serve as a lesson in trust and maturity: Saturn teaches one to see love not as a source of pleasure but as a commitment and opportunity for growth. Regarding children, this placement often pushes for a serious and responsible attitude toward their upbringing or toward developing one’s own ��inner maturity.” It is important to learn to find joy in simple things and to allow oneself to express happiness, even when it requires effort. Accepting discipline as a foundation for growth and realizing that satisfaction comes with time and hard work helps you successfully navigate Saturn’s lessons.

Saturn in the 6th house

To pass Saturn’s lessons in the sixth house, it is necessary to focus on discipline, responsibility, and service in daily life. The sixth house symbolizes work, health, routine, and self-discipline, so developing beneficial habits and patience in daily duties are key themes. Saturn demands structure and diligence, so learning to plan tasks, organize work time, and not avoid difficulties is important. Overcoming laziness, chaos, and procrastination will help harmonize Saturn’s influence. Special attention should be paid to health: regular medical check-ups, physical activity, and a balanced diet become essential tools for maintaining body and spirit balance.

Saturn’s lesson here is to recognize the value of work, humility, and service to others. Work done with responsibility and without the desire for immediate rewards brings inner growth and strengthens character. It is important to understand that success comes through painstaking effort, not quick results. Accepting routine duties as a means of self-development and improving one’s life will help to pass Saturn’s lessons with wisdom and resilience.

Saturn in the 7th house

Saturn in the seventh house teaches responsibility in relationships, maturity, and balance between personal freedom and commitments to others. To navigate these lessons, it is essential to build honest, stable, and mutually respectful partnerships. This primarily requires patience and a willingness to work on yourself and your relationships, especially when facing challenges or disappointments. Saturn may manifest as delays in forming a serious union, but this time can be used for self-discovery and developing communication skills. Understanding your expectations and limitations will help avoid illusions and disappointments.

It is also important to realize that responsibility in relationships is not only about obligations but also about respecting boundaries—both your own and your partner’s. Practices like meditation and working with a psychologist or mentor can be helpful in overcoming fears and insecurities related to intimacy. Respect for yourself and others, a realistic approach to relationships, and a readiness to learn from mistakes are the keys to successfully mastering the lessons of Saturn in the seventh house.

Saturn in the 8th house

Saturn in the eighth house indicates profound transformations, challenges, and lessons related to themes of intimacy, shared resources, debts, inheritance, and emotional depth. To successfully navigate Saturn’s lessons in this position, learning to accept change as an inevitable part of life is crucial. Develop patience, discipline, and responsibility in managing shared finances, as well as in relationships that involve trust and emotional vulnerability. Work on fears of losing control and embrace the necessity of letting go of what no longer serves your growth. Practicing meditation, mindfulness, and other activities that promote emotional healing can be helpful. Strive to find a balance between the material and the spiritual, recognizing that true strength comes from inner peace and the ability to overcome fears. Cultivate resilience, trust in life, and accountability for your actions.

Saturn in the 9th house

The lessons of Saturn in the ninth house are associated with embracing discipline and responsibility in matters of faith, philosophy, education, and life beliefs. This placement emphasizes the need for a serious approach to broadening one’s worldview, studying profound knowledge, and developing personal wisdom. It teaches patience and demonstrates that true understanding comes through hard work, personal experience, and overcoming internal limitations.

It is essential to overcome the fear of making mistakes in the search for truth and to learn to trust your inner teacher. Saturn’s lessons in this house demand a striving for deep understanding rather than superficial perception and an awareness that genuine knowledge requires time and effort. Taking responsibility for your beliefs and being willing to learn, even when it seems challenging, will pave the way to wisdom. Saturn also highlights the importance of structure, which may manifest in the need to plan studies or travels.

Saturn in the 10th house

Saturn in the tenth house indicates the need to learn lessons of responsibility, perseverance, and discipline, especially in professional matters and issues related to social status. The key to successfully overcoming Saturn’s challenges in this position lies in accepting the necessity of long-term effort and building a structured approach to life without expecting immediate results. Developing patience and understanding that true achievements come through consistent effort and a willingness to take on greater responsibilities is important.

The fear of failure can be a strong companion, so working on self-confidence and avoiding excessive self-criticism is crucial. Focus on quality over quantity in your tasks and projects. Strive to find a balance between career ambitions and personal life, ensuring that your professional sphere doesn’t completely drain your energy.

Saturn calls for awareness of your true goals. This is a time to reassess your aspirations: does your work align with your inner purpose? Be prepared for the possibility of changing direction or letting go of outdated goals that are no longer relevant. Embracing responsibility for your choices, developing self-discipline, and maintaining a long-term perspective will help you achieve sustainable success and fully realize your potential.

Saturn in the 11th house

Saturn in the eleventh house teaches us responsibility within social circles, the development of friendships, and the fulfillment of long-term dreams. This lesson requires patience and a conscious choice of surroundings, as friends can become important teachers. To navigate Saturn’s lessons, it is crucial to learn how to structure your goals and demonstrate discipline in achieving them. Challenges in trusting others or feelings of isolation may arise, but they serve as a catalyst for developing inner strength.

It is beneficial to cultivate teamwork skills without fear of taking on leadership roles or responsibility for group projects. Moreover, it is important to realize that true freedom comes through conscious limitations and the proper allocation of energy. Regular self-development, awareness of your role in society, and a willingness to reassess your beliefs about friendship and collective work will help you navigate this period harmoniously.

Saturn in the 12th house

Saturn in the twelfth house indicates the need to work through deep subconscious fears, hidden limitations, and karmic debts. To pass the lessons of Saturn in this position, it is important to embrace solitude as a means of inner growth rather than isolation. Practicing meditation, mindfulness, and spiritual self-discovery will become powerful tools for personal development. Patience, humility, and the willingness to let go of the past, including resentments and inner regrets, are essential. Saturn demands discipline and structure, so even in spiritual practices, it is crucial to maintain consistency. Reading, self-analysis, and helping others through charity or volunteer work can help harmonize the influence of this planet. Taking responsibility for subconscious reactions and working through deep emotions such as guilt or shame will aid in removing internal blocks. The lessons of Saturn in the twelfth house may be challenging, but they bring strength, wisdom, and the ability to live more consciously, freeing oneself from illusions.

[worldsover]

Iff ft. Yujin

length ✦ 10.9k

genres ✧ breeding, as in breeding breeding, as in actual pregnancy kink; degrading petplay; NEVER underestimate my lack of sanity; super subby puppy gf with baby fever!Yujin

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It is necessarily true that there exists an ideal number of offspring for each human female from a purely genetic standpoint. Our distant ancestors who survived countless millennia of famine, warfare, and disease were those whose genomes encoded a certain target number for offspring; this number was close enough to just above two children that random fluctuations in fertility could never deviate much below or above that figure. For these women, at least, natural selection would penalize having either fewer or more children than their genes desired, as this would diminish the proportion of their offspring in subsequent generations. This principle extends even today: A 2021 study by Hutchings revealed significant variability in the number and size of offspring among species, driven by genetic and developmental factors. This suggests a non-fixed ideal number of offspring, adapting to societal changes and living conditions.

Even after tens of thousands of years, we are still these animals. That is, Homo sapiens sapiens does not differ greatly from its parent species Homo sapiens when it comes to such biological imperatives as sex and reproduction. Yet only a fraction of people maintain a lifestyle that mirrors contingent strategies favored by evolution, resulting in a massive imbalance between evolved psychology and modern life. Although humans may no longer face the constant threat of starvation posed by an unforgiving wilderness, problems evolve in the same way—we do not have nearly enough children to replace the adult population, at least in many developed countries. The United States, Canada, Australia, and many European countries are experiencing population decline, but nowhere is this phenomenon more exacerbated than in East Asia, with particularly acute examples in China, Japan, and South Korea. Our subject for examination lies within the context of the latter nation, wherein perhaps a solution may be found through the example of Ahn Yujin.

You and Yujin are going to work toward fixing this new, evolved problem by starting a family. With her fervor and your virility, you just might do this single-handedly—if not, at least you two will leave that target number in the dust. The world will thank you, and you, the world, for yielding you Yujin. The future is assured, so long as you can satisfy your breeding needs.

Yujin fits the archetype for having large numbers of offspring: there must have existed designs for Yujin's body as the template for prolific breeders. Even the most conservative anthropologist would admit Yujin's hips are ideal for childbearing, especially in proportion to her height. Her breasts are not the largest, but they are certainly sufficient enough for breastfeeding—and if not that, at least your own tit-sucking pleasures. Her lithe body was built to breed, and above any physical attributes, the mind within only confirms that impression.

She is eager, insatiable, and obedient. You tell her to strip, and she is naked in seconds. You tell her to go on all fours, and she is on all fours. You tell her to put her lips around your cock, and she is deepthroating you in an instant. And when you tell Yujin that she's now your little puppy to train and use as you please, she follows your command gladly.

Her greatest fantasy is being bred hard and often, and this is the fantasy most oft fulfilled by you, her master. It starts with the collar around her neck: an innocuous thing, leather and black, with a silver buckle in the front, and a ring in the back through which you put a leash. When she has that collar on, she is not the confident, witty, ambitious woman who commands everyone's attention—she is your pet, "Puppy", as so engraved in delicate silver script on the black leather.

The collar rarely leaves her neck at this point, a couple of years into your relationship. By now, she's your live-in pet.

You don't even remember the last time you used a condom. That was months ago, at least—a year? Ever since she moved in, you've been savoring Yujin's raw, slick walls on your cock, and she gets off on the all-filling feeling of your semen seeping into her fertile womb. If it weren't for the pill, Yujin would have been knocked up long ago. Despite that, each time you make love, you talk about breeding, playing at dreams of impregnating her with plenty of pups. She moans "please" on each thrust, and you know exactly what she's begging for when she whispers that "Master's cum is gonna be Daddy cum any day now." When the two of you are ready, there is no doubt that Yujin will become the mother of your children.

You and Yujin have many ways of making love, ranging from rough hair-pulling to gentle adoration. But one element always remains the same: the collar that transforms her into a wild, lustful creature, erasing all thoughts as soon as it's clasped around her slender neck. Her urgent pleas for you to release your load deep inside her are often met with little resistance, but occasionally you like to make her work for it—teasing and edging her until she whines and begs, this desperate bitch in heat. Then, you offer her a choice: continue being edged for another hour or allow yourself to impregnate her with your potent seed, guaranteed to result in triplets. Which will it be?

The answer, of course, is that both are correct. Why should we deprive ourselves of what nature gave us? If one woman loves being bred, why not breed her constantly? If another wants to be edged, why deny her? False dichotomies like these remain pervasive. Be sexually dominant or submissive; enjoy sex or romance; fuck like rabbits or make love tenderly—these can all exist together, if we so allow them to.

For example, there are always two women at play with your girlfriend: the Yujin who is a vibrant social butterfly, curious and never satisfied with sitting still; and the Yujin who lives and breathes your cock in daily routine, the Yujin who will happily let you lock her away in a dark room if you promised to give her your cum. You love both Yujins: a charming conversationalist, always cool and collected; a horny, obedient slut, who you train to do tricks in exchange for cum, who will only bark if her master so demands. There is no need to choose between these two Yujins, and you would not dream of doing so.

Or, consider the most misleading of dilemmas, being a young couple with kids, or being a young couple that stays together. Humans have grown rich enough and powerful enough to craft a society where the worst thing that could happen to a young couple—pregnancy at an inconvenient time—no longer threatens them in the same way. Now that people no longer have to marry their first stable match or die alone, now that everyone has gotten a little bit smarter and more independent, the universe is filled with possibilities for love and affection. This future child you make with Yujin could grow up in an environment where they would want for nothing, especially not siblings, for you'll give them plenty to spare. Thus, to knock Yujin up is hardly the disaster it would have been in our primitive past. Rather, you both should celebrate it.

This is not to say that every single person is the same. Not many women are as dedicated to the goal of impregnation as Yujin, and not many men are as driven to fill a receptive body with their progeny as you are. The series of coin flips and card draws that led to your personalities, to this relationship that binds you, is quite unlikely to repeat itself.

Yujin recognizes the rarity of the match. Even in the first meeting, she was as astute as a hunter dog, scenting prey, noting all the signs in the forest that you were the one. That night, after your friend invited Yujin to the bar, small talk quickly became deep conversation. Yujin asked your opinion on something. You gave it. Yujin replied, "Oh, I like a guy who takes charge." A few minutes later, she said she had to use the bathroom. She left her purse with you. Yujin did not return for another ten minutes, and when she did, it was with flushed cheeks and sweat on her brow. You asked her what took so long, and she answered, "You're so hot. I might have… been doing something naughty."

"Bad girl," you said.

At this point, your friend knew to leave.

You understand that Yujin is still the same girl, only with more of herself exposed to you—not just literally. She's been hinting at the concept of properly mating for weeks now, but she needed you to make the first move. It's a bit like old times, the nights after you met, the weeks you danced around each other's desires. Whenever she hinted at her interest, you weren't stupid enough to be oblivious—every word dripped with innuendo, every glance a flirt, every movement an invitation. But you built tension with purpose. She was too special to sleep with on the first date. In much the same way, what was once mere fantasy, empty talk of impregnating Yujin during sex, is starting to take on the shape of reality. In this sense, here returns Yujin the hunter dog, searching for a new quarry: your future family.

However, this is not lust alone. The chemicals that control desire can't do all the work in this relationship. When Yujin asks you more frequently about your opinion on having kids, you don't ignore it as simple pillow talk; she is gauging your willingness to commit. Because you love her, because she's right for you, past the sex and the fantasies, you take her seriously. Yujin speaks with infectious enthusiasm about her friends who have recently become mothers, all of whom are convinced that you two would make fantastic parents. Casually, she mentions she's not taking birth control anymore.

"I might be ovulating soon." "The doctor said I'm in my prime right now." "Do you think I'd be a good mother? You'll be a good daddy, for sure."

To that last question, you assure her, over and over, with the certainty that Yujin deserves. "The best mommy. I promise."

You find her researching baby names. Starts looking up parenting tips and ideas for nursery decorations. She's even helped you plan out your dream family home. There's something different about how Yujin looks at you. She's thinking about pregnancy, not just as a topic of conversation, not just as a fetish, but as a goal.

Concerns and fears, worries and hopes, you discuss them thoroughly, sometimes after sex, when Yujin is too tired to move and she lies in bed with your cock still inside her, cum on her lips, your hands around her belly feeling her body and dreaming of what it might become. Talks of plans become more and more serious as you set aside money and time for this future family, thinking about moving out from this modest apartment to a proper house. But ultimately, here is Yujin, in your arms, by your side, an angel's face, eyes stolen from the stars as they twinkle.

Like when you first fell in love, everything lovely about Yujin becomes magnified, so how could you deny her? You hold her close and promise that you'll do anything to make her happy, to make her dreams come true. She whispers back, "I know. I've never felt so loved."

It isn't long before Yujin becomes more brazen. As you try to fall asleep, you hear wet sounds next to you as Yujin's fingers dive in her pussy, presumably to the idea of you impregnating her. The next morning, she confirms your suspicions, this time sending you a video from the bathtub as she masturbates and talks dirty about how much she worships your cum. She sends you amateur porn of women taking three creampies three times in a row, or pregnant women squirting milk onto the camera lens while riding a man.

Then, there's the actual sex between the two of you. "Do you want to knock me up? Come on, let's just do it now. Please? Can't you tell I need it?"

You're glad to continue teasing and edging Yujin until her desire is too much to bear, her eyes watering and face contorted with desperation. Her raw pussy tightens around you even more, begging for release. You tell her it's up to Master before pulling out and spraying cum over her stomach. Obedient as ever, she cleans it up and swallows it down but her frustration is clear—she wants to be filled completely. You're truthfully equally as ready to impregnate Yujin, sooner rather than later; you want to watch your seed blossom within her, want to see her stomach swell, her tits fill up with delicious milk, and her nipples grow fat with lust. The smell of her slick sex is intoxicating whenever you slip a hand down her pants, or spread her pussy wide open to taste.

After settling all the necessary financial and personal matters, Yujin stays busy with buying pregnancy tests, making lists, and studying every bit of advice on how to conceive. You each tell your families that you're trying, which is a funny way of saying "I'm going to fuck enough sperm into your fertile daughter that she's guaranteed to bear our children, and we're going to do it so often that she might as well never leave my cock," but you suppose that "trying" is the more polite way of putting it. Yujin's mother has already started preparing the nursery, and your parents are talking about visiting to help watch over her when she gets farther along in the pregnancy. You're ready to move into your new place, but not before this apartment where you first made love has its proper send-off.

You thought you'd witnessed the limits of Yujin's vulnerability. However, you've never seen your girlfriend quite as desperate, needy, and pathetic as you do on the morning you decide it's time to breed Yujin.

For days, you've teased her relentlessly—marked her bare neck with bruises and bite marks, denied Yujin her collar until she's earned it, edged her with your fingers and mouth, fucked her fast and rough, used her as a living fleshlight, edged her more with toys. Made her watch as you jacked off onto her abs, fed her a throatful, or plugged up her ass with a thick load.

"Master, please," she begged, over and over, as her pussy clenched on nothing. With her body painted abstract expressionist—soaked in cum like you're marking territory—you needed multiple towels to clean the slumberous Yujin so that the sheets weren't too sticky. Left one towel under her legs to catch her dripping arousal. By the time she went to sleep last night, her guts were full of your cum, while her mind was void of all thoughts except for one: the place your seed had yet to reach, aching to be fulfilled like the rest of her body.

When you wake early and find Yujin's body pressed against yours in bed, her sleep is fitful, due to this very lack of semen inside her womb. She tosses, turns, her body hot. You touch her forehead with your hand to check for a fever, but it's just the heat of her arousal making her sweat. You run your fingers down her spine. Her skin feels flushed. Looks it too, how red her cheeks are. The sun has barely begun its ascent, so its color makes her glow further. Your fingertips reach her tailbone, then slip lower, where you press against her clit. Her breathing quickens as she rouses awake, and you pull your hand back.

With each breath, her tits rise and fall; they feel heavier than usual in your hands. The mingled scents of sweat and sex surround you, but beneath it all is an added note that stirs your arousal. It's a familiar smell, one that always drives you wild. You recognize the telltale signs of Yujin's hormones going into overdrive, intensifying her already insatiable desires. Her nipples, already normally sensitive, become almost painfully hypersensitive to every touch. She can't get enough of your scent, pressing her nose against your chest, armpit, neck, and groin—anywhere she can inhale your intoxicating musk.

It's time. Yujin is ovulating today.

Yesterday, you checked the calendar and the apps and the notes; however, none of the charts factor the most important variable: your instincts. Yujin looks so damn adorable when she wakes up, eyes bleary, hair disheveled, mouth still sticky with drool, legs spread, and a wet spot in the towel from where her pussy has been leaking—this was always going to be the day.

You gently stroke behind your puppy's ear, brushing her cheek with affection. "Morning, my love" comes out as your softest whisper.

Yujin stirs in response, nuzzling her head against your shoulder as she slowly wakes from her slumber. She yawns and blinks several times before finally locking eyes with you, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. "Good morning, Master," she says, shifting closer to give you a gentle kiss on the lips. Then another ten kisses. Twenty. "I had the weirdest dream."

You smile against her lips as you run your fingers through her tousled hair. "Do tell."

She seems to remember that you've been edging her for days, her thighs rubbing together, the scent of her slick arousal thick in the air. Yujin giggles and buries her face in your chest. When she finally looks up again, her cheeks are tinged red, and Yujin avoids your gaze. "I dreamed… that you were fucking me—"

"Of course," you interject, grinning. You reach down between her legs, returning to her folds, feeling how hot she's gotten overnight. It takes no effort to slide one finger inside your girlfriend.

"—and then you came inside of me, and it was so warm, and I was so full, and…" Yujin trails off as you add another finger. "And then the next day, I felt different. Like something inside of me changed."

"Oh?" Your hand moves steadily in and out of her tightness as she speaks.

"Yes," Yujin murmurs, her breath coming out in short gasps. "It felt like there was a weight in my stomach, but not physically. It was hard to explain, but it just felt off."

You continue to pleasure Yujin with your fingers, watching as she writhes beneath you. She lets out a whimper at the sensation and spreads her thighs wider for you. As her body responds to your touch, she whispers with breathless urgency:

"So I put my hands on my tummy, trying to figure out why things felt so off, and then... Oh! I can't believe I'm telling you this!" she exclaims, hiding her face in your chest again.

"Everything. I want to hear the whole dream." You push deeper, curling your fingers inside her, searching for her G-spot. She moans, and you hear the faint squelching of her slick leaking out.

"Master!" she says, panting, louder, gasping for air. "I—oh god—I just knew it! I had your pups inside me. I knew, because my belly felt heavy, and my body felt strange, and there was a pressure on my chest, and, and my nipples were so, so sensitive, and when I touched them, milk came out, and—" Yujin cuts herself off with another sharp yelp, your fingerfucking reaching a crescendo. "Master! Please!"

You chuckle. "That was quite vivid, puppy." Withdrawing digits from your girlfriend's warmth, you sit up and position yourself behind her, pressing her soft curves into your body—she's always been such a perfect fit, in your lap, in your arms, in your life. On your cock too, as it nestles comfortably between her round, plump buttocks.

She shivers at your touch, and you know from the tremble that Yujin's close to her peak.

"Today."

Yujin's eyes widen in surprise as you utter the single word. It's almost magical, the way that one word can turn a dream into a reality more than any other before it. You understand her desires and share them with equal passion—although, at this moment, could anyone want anything as much as Yujin right now? Her breathing hitches even more as desire floods through every inch of her body. Her glazed eyes stare back at you with pure love, the dilated pupils barely showing any trace of color.

You nod, confirming what she already suspects. "Yes, Yujin, today is the day."

A single tear gathers at the corner of her eye, threatening to spill over. Her voice quivers and trails off as she struggles to speak. "Master..." Her breath catches in her throat. "Are we really... going to—"

You lean in and capture her lips with a deep, passionate kiss. "Yes," you whisper against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "We are going to have a baby. Babies."

She moans loudly against your lips, unable to contain her excitement, as she grinds her body against yours. "Nngh, oh my god, yes, yes! Yes, I want to have my Master's puppies! Please, please, fuck my pussy, breed me, I love you, make my womb yours, breed me, breed me, breed, m-me, mmmh—" Her babbling dissolves into a series of incoherent noises, her mind lost to the lustful haze of your touch.

You reach up and grasp Yujin's nape firmly but gently, pulling her closer to you. "You'll be a good puppy for Master today, won't you?" You raise an eyebrow expectantly.

Yujin murmurs and whines, sounding like a dog who has been chastised, though she nods quickly.

"Good. We'll have all day today, and the whole weekend to fuck, to fill you with my seed. You can be as loud as you want. I don't want you to restrain anything. I want to see you lose yourself completely, and I don't care who hears. Fuck the neighbors. We'll be leaving soon anyway." Your smirk widens.

Stroke her cheek, then pat her head and point to the floor next to the bed.

"On the ground, puppy."

Yujin slides off the edge of the mattress and kneels, her eyes never straying from your length, soft and hanging between your legs. A small gasp escapes her lips as she leans closer to your cock, her tongue slipping out between her teeth in anticipation. She releases a soft hum, murmuring, "I adore your scent, Master." With reverence, she snuggles against your cock with her cheeks and forehead, inhaling deeply as if testing the notes of a fine wine. Her lips part and her tongue darts out to cover your balls with her saliva. She finds pleasure in drooling on them, feeling their weight, and hearing you moan with enjoyment when she takes both in her mouth. As she feels the tension building between her thighs, she rubs them together for some relief.

She wraps her arms around your thighs and pulls herself closer, burying her nose in your crotch. As Yujin looks up at you, between big and pleading eyes, your shaft lays on her face, covering her mouth and nose. Every expression of submission, lust, and desperation hardens your cock. None match her unflinching smile while she lathers your sack in attention and spit.

Though her voice is muffled by your sack, she whimpers anyway, "Pwease, Master, cahn, I suck yow cock? So… yummy, mmnh." She lets each ball pop out of her mouth slowly, lines of drool connecting them to her glistening lips.

On this small hunt, Yujin's hand snakes towards your groin, but you don't plan on letting Yujin wring your balls dry so easily; you swat her hand away. "Ah-ah. You said you'd be a good girl."

Yujin's head drops in shame, her apology barely audible.

"What was that? Speak up," you demand.

She takes a deep breath before speaking louder. "I'm sorry, sir."

You place your palm gently on top of her head, relishing the softness of her fur beneath your fingertips. "What a good little puppy!" You say it with a hint of scorn, just the way she likes it - you can tell by the way she shivers in anticipation. Your voice turns serious. "If you want a treat, you have to earn it, right?"

Yujin nods eagerly, her eyes still downcast.

"Let's make sure you remember your tricks first."

With hopeful anticipation, she looks back up at you. It has been months since you've gone through this routine, the times the two of you delved deeper into this kink. When you first broached the subject, Yujin had played coy, but she took to it so naturally. And now, she's back in character perfectly. You run your hand through her hair, scratching behind her ear like an indulgent owner would for their well-behaved pet. Yujin leans into your touch, panting softly in contentment as she nuzzles against your hand.

"Sit," you order.

Your obedient pet Yujin complies at once and sits upright on her haunches. Her posture is impeccable, with knees pressed together, hands neatly resting on her thighs, and back straight as a rod. You hold out your hand with the palm facing up, and she eagerly places her chin in it. As she gazes up at you with adoration and trust shining in her eyes, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and ownership over this beautiful creature. It's moments like these that make you believe she was truly made for this canine role.

"Stay," you command, your intense gaze bearing down on Yujin. She fights to remain motionless, every muscle in her body trembling. But she is not a perfectly trained robot; sometimes a bratty, needy side emerges from within her. Rising from the bed, sheets rustling underneath you, you hold out your cock in front of her face. As if to say, look, here's the toy, puppy, as if daring her to lick it. You could thrust it into her mouth like a gloryhole and she wouldn't even flinch. But that's not why you're here. You're testing her. As if sensing your thoughts, she parts her lips slightly and you can practically smell the saliva building up in her mouth. Not good enough. In response, you smack her face with your hard length, the sound reverberating through the room. "Stay means stay," you remind her firmly.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath and squeezes her eyes shut, fighting to regain control over her body. After a few moments, she steadies herself and stares straight ahead, ignoring the throbbing member in front of her with impressive discipline.

You run your fingers through the soft fur of her head and praise her, "Such a good girl." With your other hand, you hold out your palm and command, "Paw." Yujin doesn't hesitate; she places her paw gently in your hand and allows you to shake it. A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you see how easily she follows your commands. "And now, roll over."

Yujin's cheeks flush a bright shade of pink as she gets onto all fours before she rolls onto her back, fully exposing herself to you. The warm morning sunlight streams through the bedroom window, highlighting every curve and dip of her flawless skin. Her wet pussy is on full display, inviting and tempting you further. Every subtle movement of her hips captivates you as she meets your gaze with adoration and devotion shining in her eyes. A shy grin plays on her lips, but there is no doubt: Yujin loves being your devoted puppy, always eager to please and serve you in any way possible.

Yujin lies sprawled out on the cool, hardwood floor of your bedroom, her body aching with desire. Her thighs are parted wide, exposing her glistening, craving pussy to you. The scent of arousal fills the air as she squirms impatiently, her clit protruding from its hood in a swollen and red state. You can see the evidence of hours of teasing and foreplay in the puffy, engorged state of her labia. As you lean down and run your fingertips over the softness of her inner thighs, Yujin shudders under your touch, her muscles tensing and trembling with pleasure.

"Such a good girl. Just a few more, then you get your treat," you whisper, your voice low and seductive. "On your feet, puppy," you say, accompanied by a finger gesture.

Yujin rises gracefully, her arms lifting high above her head and crossing at the wrists. As she arches her back, pushing out her chest, she bites her lip and gazes at you with an intense longing. You come closer. As you cup her breast gently in your hand, Yujin shudders under your touch. To your caress, she arches deeper while she presses herself into your palm. Her body silently pleads for release from the building tension within her—she's not so silent. You continue to massage and explore her soft flesh, feeling the heat radiating from every inch of her skin. When you pinch her nipple between thumb and forefinger or knead the pliant tissue beneath your fingers, Yujin lets out soft whimpers.

Her nipples are hard as diamonds, and a hair's trigger away from causing another orgasm so soon with their sensitivity. They look delectable and you can't resist giving them the attention they deserve. It's also practice for when Yujin is pregnant, as you plan on sucking on them regularly then. Your lips start at her collarbone, eliciting moans from Yujin, before moving down to dive into the valley of her cleavage. You kiss and nip at the pale, sensitive skin of her tits before finally reaching her buds. You lose track of time as you lavish attention on Yujin's breasts, slicking them with your saliva until she looks like she's about to pass out in pleasure—the puppy truly is so sensitive there. But she stands strong for you, eager for more.

"Oh, god," you murmur huskily, your voice dripping with desire as you imagine Yujin's full, milk-filled breasts in your hands. "I can't wait to see them when you're pregnant. So much milk, so juicy and ripe." A smile spreads across Yujin's face at your words, her eyes shimmering with a combination of desire and love for you. You clear your throat. "Now, bow."

With practiced grace, she drops to her knees and bows her head in submission, her forehead touching the ground. Her long hair tumbles around her face, tickling her flushed cheeks. As she lifts her head to peek up at you through her thick lashes, a slight smile plays on her lips. She is proud of herself for remembering all the tricks, but her expression is still pleading for more.

"Mmm, turn around. All fours. One last time."

She complies, getting onto all fours and arching her back to present her ass to you. Her legs spread wider, revealing the slick pink folds of her pussy, glistening with moisture and awaiting your touch. For further measure, with one hand on each cheek, she pulls apart the mounds of her ass to expose her tight puckered asshole. Her juices flow freely down her thighs, leaving a trail on the hardwood floor beneath her as she quivers with anticipation.

"Well done," you praise, lowering yourself to the cool floor to caress Yujin's head, back, and firm ass. You run both your index and middle fingers along her slick slit, feeling the heat emanating from her core. With two fingertips against her entrance, you spread open her folds to inspect how ready she is for you before pushing in. Yujin moans and grinds her hips against your hand, craving more of your touch. You chuckle and withdraw your fingers from your girlfriend's dripping pussy; they glisten with her sweet nectar as you hold them up for her to see, like delicate strands of silk. You'd say she's ready.

She whimpers at the sudden lack of touch and watches intently as you lift your slick-covered digits to her nostrils. She inhales deeply, bites her lower lip, and squirms, her breathing ragged and quick.

"Does my little pup enjoy the scent of her own arousal?" you ask, a smug grin on your face. "That's the smell of a fertile bitch, eager to be bred."

Yujin eagerly nods her head, her eyes shining with desire as she opens her mouth, inviting you to let her lick your fingers clean.

You smirk at the display of submission; it sends a thrill down your spine, a jolt straight to your cock. "Beg like a good dog," you command, "then you can have my fingers to suck on."

After a deep breath, she barks like a loyal canine, then whimpers in need. Her voice is barely audible as she pleads for what she desires. "Please," she begs, her words coming out in soft whines like a dog begging for scraps. "Master, can I please suck on your fingers? I need it so badly." You let out a small chuckle at her plea, knowing that Yujin has been eagerly awaiting this moment. You smear some of her juices onto her cheek, causing her to instinctively try and lick them off but she quickly restrains herself.

You shake your head and tut disapprovingly, making a mental note to be stricter with Yujin during her training sessions. "Not quite good enough," you reprimand her lightly. Tears begin to prick at the corners of Yujin's eyes at your rejection and she sniffs back a sob. "Master..." she starts again, only to have her voice break off into whimpers and heavy breathing. "P-please let me taste myself on your fingers. I know I've been a dirty whore but you take such good care of me and my needy pussy. And I-I'm sorry for making a mess on your fingers but please, please let me clean them." Her words are rushed and desperate as she begs for your approval.

You're amazed at how well Yujin can act in these moments, pulling out all the stops to get what she wants. You suppose the intense teasing and edging you subject her to only adds to the sincerity in her words. Finally, you hold your fingers out to her, tracing teasing circles on her lips. Yujin obediently parts her mouth and takes your digits inside, her tongue swirling and dancing along the surface with eager diligence. She sucks harder, hollowing her cheeks and drawing your fingers deeper, until a low moan escapes from deep within her throat, causing a pleasurable vibration against your skin. Her gag reflex kicks in when the knuckles of your fist brush against the soft palate of her mouth, but she pushes through it, determined to please you.

As you slowly withdraw your fingers from her quivering, red lips, a slick sound echoes throughout the room. Your eyes are dark with hunger as you gaze down at Yujin, who looks up at you with adoration and submission. "How does your sweet pussy taste today, my little puppy?" you ask in a low, commanding voice.

Her breath hitches at your words, her eyes fluttering shut before she responds, "It tastes so good, Master, thank you, thank you. My pussy is always fresh and sweet for you."

You take a moment to taste her yourself and confirm her words—she's right. You continue. "You don't look satisfied. What is it that you really want?"

Her hand trembles as she reaches out to touch yours. "Please, sir," she begs in a hushed tone, "knock me up. I want your cum inside me so badly." Her cheeks flush with arousal as she continues, "I know I can be a naughty puppy sometimes, but my pussy is dripping wet and begging for every drop of your seed. I need to be bred by your big and thick cock... by my perfect Master's cock. It's unmatched and I couldn't even imagine wanting anyone else."

Yujin's grip on your hand tightens and her entire body quivers with anticipation, her eyes widening and mouth slightly agape as she takes deep breaths. She may look like a mess right now, but she's your mess and you love every inch of her in this moment.

Her breath catches in her throat as she confesses, her voice trembling with raw desire. "You're all I ever think about when I touch myself," she admits, the words pouring out of her in a torrent of pure desperation. "And I always pretend it's you who brings me pleasure, not my stupid toys when you're away at work." A deep blush spreads across her cheeks as she continues, "You own me, Master... and you own my pussy. Please cum inside me and make it yours forever."

Yujin falls silent after her confession, her face beet red. But she can't tear her gaze away from yours, as if seeking your approval and permission for her deepest desires.

"Yujin, puppy, are you sure? Once I breed you, I don't think I'll ever be able to stop breeding you." A wicked smile crosses your face as you continue, "I'm going to fuck you raw every single day and make sure to get you pregnant with my pups. It's going to be nonstop baby-making from now on. Do you understand?"

Yujin nods, her messy hair bouncing around as she lets out a small bark of excitement. Her big eyes are wide and pleading, begging for your touch.

You coo softly, a smile playing on your lips as you stroke Yujin's head with affection. You reach over the side of the bed and retrieve the familiar black leather collar, adorned with the word "Puppy." Yujin's eyes light up at the sight of her reward, and she sits patiently as you slip it around her neck, locking it in place.

"From now on, you're not just wearing the collar at home anymore," you explain. "But that doesn't matter right? You're my breedslut, so I might as well keep you leashed to the bed."

Yujin shivers at the idea, and you can feel your desire growing as your fingers brush against her skin. Gripping her hair firmly, you yank her head upward, making sure her gaze remains locked on yours.

"This means you belong to me at all times, Yujin," you growl. "You are mine, and no one else's. Do you understand?"

Release your grip, and Yujin sinks back down to her knees in front of your erection standing tall. You've never seen her so nervous about giving you head, but her determination is evident. She opens her pretty, plump lips to reveal the pink interior of her warm mouth, but all you feel is warm breaths.

Yujin moves closer to you, her body radiating heat and anticipation as she guides your throbbing cock toward her lips with a gentle hand at its base. She gives the head a teasing kiss before taking it into her mouth, eliciting a deep, primal moan from deep within your throat.

As she sucks you off, you can feel her soft, wet tongue swirling and spiraling around your shaft, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from you. Every now and then, she comes up for air with a gasp, before eagerly diving back down to continue pleasuring you. Yujin is a true cocksucker, and she loves every second of it. Her eyes water as she deepthroats your cock with determination, refusing to stop even as it triggers her gag reflex.

"Such a good girl," you say, running your fingers through her hair as you thrust deeper into her throat. "You're my obedient little puppy, aren't you?"

Yujin's eyes roll back in ecstasy as she feels your cock filling her mouth and pushing against the back of her throat. With strings of saliva connecting her lips to your cockhead, she looks up at you with a mix of desire and submission.

"Yes, I'm your good puppy," she says in a raspy voice, still gagging on your cock, a few nervous giggles, a few woofs for good measure, even as tears run down her cheeks. "I'm your slutty little puppy girl, and I love your cock and I need your cock and I'm going to suck it forever." And she's back to work, sucking and licking and gagging on your dick as if this is the only thing that matters to her in life.

Yujin's technique is nothing short of impressive, utilizing all of her skills to bring you closer to the peak. Every move is calculated and precise, expertly designed to pleasure you in ways you've never experienced before. You firmly hold her head down, using her as your own personal fleshlight as you give rough thrusts into her warm, welcoming mouth. Yujin struggles for air but never pulls away, fully submitting to your desires. Her delicate hands reach up to massage your balls, adding an electrifying sensation to the already intense experience.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the brink, ready to explode down her throat at any moment. However, despite your animalistic instincts, every neuron firing within you is focused on breeding rather than covering her face and tongue with your seed. You know that it would be a waste to release such high-quality, potent cum anywhere other than inside her womb. Your rational brain understands this logic, even as your body screams for release.

Yujin will have plenty of time in her life to service you with her mouth; for now, her womb is more valuable in housing your powerful seed. Both your mind and body are in agreement on what they want - and right now, it's nowhere near Yujin's throat. As she continues to suckle on your throbbing member, you pull away from her grasp. Your hips ache with desire and a sense of incompleteness without Yujin's perfect mouth pleasuring you, yet the rush of power coursing through your body is almost intoxicating.

"Puppy, on the bed. Now."

Yujin scrambles to her feet, climbs onto the mattress. "What position, Master? Where do you want me?"

"On your back," you growl, pulling Yujin by her hair onto the bed so that her body is flat against the soft sheets. Her head falls onto the pillows behind her as she looks up at you with wide, waiting eyes."Good girl. Now lift your legs and spread them wide for me."

She immediately obeys, bending her knees and exposing her wet slit to you. You take her ankles and bring them behind her head, folding the girl in half so that you can truly mate-press her, pin her down with your body weight. Her pussy lips are engorged and puffy, and her clitoris protrudes from beneath the hood, throbbing with arousal. She opens her pretty labia wider with two fingers. The pink hole looks small enough that you would be unsure how you'd fit, even though you've fit in there plenty of times, more than you can count.

"L-look, at it, D-Daddy," Yujin stutters. "You're not just my Master, you're gonna be m-my Daddy, too."

With a low growl, you press your aching cock against Yujin's slick entrance. "You want it that bad? Beg for it."

Yujin whimpers and bucks her hips, trying to get more of you inside her. Yujin's voice fills with needy pleading. "Daddy, please, I'll do anything for you. Please, I need your cock more than anything."

"Anything?" you ask, your smirk widening.

Yujin nods eagerly, her hips bucking against yours. "Yes Master, anything! I'll do whatever you want. Just breed me like the slutty little puppy I am."

A wicked thought crosses your mind as you watch her squirm beneath you. "What if I tie you up like this and leave you here, completely at my mercy? You'll be spread open and exposed, unable to move until I decide to fill you."

Yujin gasps and moans at the idea, her body trembling with excitement. "Oh god, yes! Please do that! I'll be your fleshlight, whenever, always, please, just cum in me right now!"

An evil grin spreads across your face as you thrust into her harder, reveling in the power and control you have over her.

You slide your cock into her slowly, savoring every inch of her tightness. Her warmth envelopes you and it feels like heaven subverting God in its perfection.

Yujin's breath catches in her throat as she feels you finally sink deep inside of her, a long, primal moan escaping her lips. Her body trembles with pleasure and relief as she cries out, "Yes Daddy, I need to be bred!" With each thrust, she lifts her hips off the bed in search of more depth.

But you take control, refusing to let her dictate the pace. Your movements are strong and forceful, slamming into her again and again, igniting screams of ecstasy from her throat. "You're a breeding slut," you growl as you continue to drive into her slick heat. "My breeding slut. Mine." Her body quivers with each powerful thrust, unable to resist your dominance.

With a firm grasp on her ankles, you pull Yujin's legs down to either side of your body, opening her up completely for your pleasure. Her tight pussy squeezes around you with each thrust, driving you wild with desire. "When your breasts are swollen and full," you whisper in her ear, "I'll milk them like a cow and make you drink your own cream."

Her mouth falls open in bliss as she listens to your dirty talk. "Oh god yes!" she cries, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. "Master, please breed me! Milk me! N-need it, so, so bad, mmfh, fuck!"

With each forceful thrust, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes throughout the room. Waves of pleasure course through both your bodies as you ravage her cunt without mercy. The sight of her spread open and vulnerable beneath you is almost overwhelming. To distract yourself from the intensity, you roughly slap and squeeze her breasts, relishing in the satisfying jiggles and leaving red marks in their wake. "Puppy loves being punished, doesn't she?" you taunt, reveling in her screams of pleasure mixed with pain.

As her moans crescendo and transform into frenzied screams, you instinctively cover her mouth, despite earlier boasts of being as loud as you both want. Seeing your girlfriend in such a state of ecstasy (eyes rolled back in pleasure or perhaps lack of oxygen) ignites your own desire. Determined to prolong this moment, you abruptly pull out and flip her over onto all fours. For a puppy like Yujin, what other position would be more fitting?

Without hesitation, you plunge back inside her from behind, causing her to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The new angle allows for deeper penetration, her walls constricting around you in a tight embrace. With one hand gripping her hip and the other tangled in her hair, you claim her as yours by bending over and sinking your teeth into the soft flesh of her neck. Her skin turns from its usual pale hue to a rosy pink or fiery red as you mark her with rough fingers and sharp slaps to her ass. A mixture of sensations floods Yujin's body as she arches against you in submission.

Yujin meets your every movement with equal passion, pushing back against your length, as much as it may split her in half. Her arms give out and she collapses onto the bed as multiple waves of orgasm wash over her, until the metaphor spills out of her pussy in squirts. You have to pause for a moment and pull away from her tight heat to let her fully experience the intense pleasure engulfing her. Her thighs tremble and she struggles for breath, completely undone by your touch. And yet, this surrender to primal desires is nothing short of magic or art or beauty. She falls. Unwound, on her stomach, you give her as many moments as she needs. As she looks back at you through heavy-lidded eyes, a contented smile graces her lips.

It is necessarily true that humans have evolved a set number of genes that govern their physical form, and this number remains fairly consistent across different populations. However, there are exceptions: A 2015 analysis of DNA sequencing data found that the total number of human genes is not fixed, but varies depending on population, age, sex, diet, and other environmental factors. This finding is consistent with recent work that has demonstrated that the genetic code of a given cell is not static—instead, it changes slightly over time, as new mutations occur and older ones fade away. These mutations can affect the expression of certain proteins or alter the structure of certain RNA strands, thereby affecting how the gene is expressed and what function(s) the protein encoded by the gene fulfills. In short, our genomes evolve over time, and the process is not entirely random.

Humans have been around for thousands of generations, and yet they still exist today. Why do we believe that this pattern will continue for the foreseeable future when in reality, nothing is guaranteed? Evolutionary biologists have proposed a number of hypotheses regarding this question, including that humans are uniquely adaptable to environmental challenges and thus able to survive longer than many other species, and that our brains allow us to create tools that protect us from predators and disease. However, it is possible that these explanations are simply wrong. Perhaps humans were always meant to live forever. Maybe evolution made it so that we never grow old and die, and that death itself was merely an illusion created by our minds to keep us focused on surviving rather than procreating. Or maybe we will simply cease to exist someday. As long as chance determines our fate, we may never know for certain. But what remains clear is that relying on natural selection or external forces is not enough—we must actively make decisions in accordance with our individual interests.

This is not just abstract philosophy. This is the mindset you adopt as you forcefully drive your raw cock into Yujin's dripping-wet pussy, her body responding eagerly to your every thrust. With her submissive form lying beneath you, legs wrapped tightly around your waist, you have complete control over the pace and depth of your lovemaking. And as much as you enjoy taking her from behind, this is the best way to ensure the creampie takes. It's in your best interests. For the future's best interest.

We do not dwell on hunger pangs or fatigue, nor do we dwell on the satisfaction of satiation; we do not dwell upon the emptiness we feel after a good orgasm, because we assume that it was merely a temporary state, one which we must return from eventually. This mindset is what allows humans to achieve great feats, but also holds us back from reaching our full potential. When we fail, we often place blame on ourselves and our own perceived inadequacies, rather than acknowledging external factors. And when we succeed, we often underestimate our own abilities and attribute it to mere luck. This is the complex nature of human existence—the ability to push past pain and discomfort, to push ourselves beyond our limits without fear of consequences. It is a gift bestowed upon us by our biology and has enabled countless achievements that would otherwise be deemed impossible.

As you enter Yujin's tight and hot pussy, it feels as though it was custom-made for your cock. The fact that such a small and delicate thing can fit perfectly around you is a gift in itself. And despite having been with many women before, none have been as willing or enthusiastic as Yujin. Her moans fill the room with each thrust, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls. You no longer care about being discreet. Let them hear. This is your bond, the mother-to-be of your children, irrevocably yours.

Yujin's voice, strained and desperate, begs for you to breed her. Her arousal is evident in the way she teeters on the edge of climax so soon after her last. But you know all the ways to push her over the brink, and this is your favorite. Slowly, deliberately, you draw out each pump of your hips, driving her insane with anticipation. With one hand, you reach between her legs and toy with her clit, rubbing circles over the swollen bud and teasing it relentlessly. Your other hand wraps around her smooth neck, squeezing just enough to restrict her breathing as you pound into her desperately. She whimpers and whines, struggling for air, her wide eyes staring up at you in shock.

"I'm going to knock you up, puppy," you growl into Yujin's ear. Her body trembles with ecstasy as your cock thrusts deep within her, giving no mercy as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure racks through her, legs kicking wildly.

Humans are social creatures, defined by communication, which most commonly takes the form of exchange: exchange of ideas between individuals—we invented language for it—exchange of goods or resources, even exchange of genetic information through intercourse. This is the fundamental mechanism by which our species has survived and thrived for thousands of generations. Of course, exchange itself begets more exchange. For instance, offering food to someone may result in them giving you food back the next day, while giving advice can earn you gratitude and offers of assistance. In sexual relationships, this reciprocity can take the form of mutual pleasure and sharing intimacy. However, at times, the balance of power can become unequal and one-sided. You tighten your grip around Yujin's neck, cutting off her air supply as she gasps and wheezes beneath you with wild eyes. At that moment, you have complete control over her and plenty of DNA to put inside her. Less girlfriend, more of a mere receptacle, Yujin lays limp in your arms. You feel closer to her than ever before while you build towards your own release.

Releasing your hold on her neck, she takes in deep breaths—her chest heaving with each labored inhale. Yet even these breaths are taken from her as you steal them back with kisses before finally consummating the act. Through it all, Yujin smiles against your lips—the roughness and love intertwining in a beautiful dichotomy that continues to prove false in practice. No need for words as she tells you how much she loves you, how much you love her. It is an unspoken bond between lovers, solidified in moments like these.

As you feel yourself reaching the edge of climax, your body tenses with anticipation. The sweet ache in your loins intensifies as you know that Yujin's womb is aching to be filled with your potent seed, yearning for your offering, your gift to her. The scent of arousal fills the air, mingling with the sound of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin. You are on the brink of eruption when suddenly, without warning, you feel her body spasm violently beneath you—exchange begets exchange—and her walls clench as though she's out for every last drop of your load. And if she's not out for that, at least she's out—there is not a thought left on Yujin's face, eyes crossed, her lips curled into a blissfully stupid grin as the euphoria of her climax consumes her completely, washing away all rationality and replacing it with pure ecstasy. Try as you may to hold back, there's no stopping the freight train. Your own mind burns with the image of her face, knowing that this is the moment your child will be conceived. With one final thrust, you surrender completely to the waves of pleasure crashing through you both.

Yujin's body continues to ride out the aftershocks, her walls clenching tightly around you as you fill her with your hot load. Your seed coats her insides, painting them with thick jets of sticky white liquid. She milks every last drop from your shaft as you convulse violently, lost in the throes of pure bliss. All other thoughts fade away as her pussy becomes your entire world, drowning out everything else.

In this moment, you imagine a future where Yujin remains your devoted pet forever. The thought fills your heart with joy and you know it will soon become reality. You will breed her until she is heavy with pups, and then do it again and again until… there is no until. This is your destiny, and nothing could make you happier.

As Yujin whimpers and nuzzles against you in post-orgasmic bliss, you cradle her close, stroking her hair and whispering soft words of comfort into her ear. "You're going to be such a good mommy," you groan, a swell of pride washing over you like the sunrise. And in this moment, you imagine a future where you could stay inside Yujin forever.

Before she relaxes, Yujin gestures towards the nightstand drawer and you rummage through it until you find a small dildo. She takes it from you and pushes it into her still-quivering pussy alongside your softening cock. It's a tight and intense sensation, but one that you enjoy knowing that you are still locked inside her. You smile down at Yujin lovingly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Good thinking," you murmur, "we need to keep your pussy plugged tight so my seed can take hold."

This detail may not have been mentioned in any books about conception, but you find yourself laughing and going along with it anyway. As your mind wanders to how important this is for Yujin (and how turned on she must be), you consider taking advantage of her other free hole despite your body tingling from the most intense climax of your life. But you decide to save that for another time.

As your shared exertions begin to subside, your bodies relax against each other. Yujin's breathing slows as she drifts off into exhaustion. You finally pull out, but keep the toy in place to ensure none of your precious semen escapes. Finding a pair of panties nearby, you use them to secure the toy before covering Yujin with the blankets. You slip beneath the covers as well, pulling her close and holding her protectively until she falls asleep.

"I love you so much," you whisper, planting a gentle kiss on Yujin's temple before drifting off beside her, basking in the warm glow of the morning light. In this moment, you feel fulfilled and content in ways that words cannot express. You've never been happier or felt more alive. And wrapped in the arms of your perfect puppy girlfriend, soon to be your wife and the mother of your child, you know that this is where you belong, with many more days like this yet to come.

With that comforting thought in mind, sleep claims you both.

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As consciousness slowly seeps into your mind, you are greeted by the sound of slurping and wet warmth between your legs. Your eyes flutter open to see Yujin kneeling beside the bed, her lips wrapped around your cock. In her hand is the smaller dildo from earlier in the morning; on the floor underneath her is a larger silicone dildo with a suction base, which she's slowly bouncing on. The scent of sex fills the room, accompanied by the soft moans coming from Yujin's lips, received in vibrations by your member.

She sucks back and forth between the smaller dildo in her hand and your cock, as if cleaning both with fervent desire. Her taste buds must be bombarded with the flavors of dried cum and her own nectar, yet she continues to suck on both like candy. Despite having barely been asleep for two hours, your girlfriend seems to possess boundless energy.

"What are you doing?" you murmur groggily, rubbing sleep from your eyes. Glancing at the clock, you realize it's not even noon yet. You must have only drifted off a couple of hours ago—but it seems like Yujin was too aroused to let you get any decent rest. The consequences of keeping her on edge for so long.

Setting aside the smaller dildo, Yujin pulls her lips away from your member momentarily, a strand of saliva connecting her mouth to your glistening cockhead. Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she says in a bratty tone, "Master, you promised me that you were going to breed me!"

A smirk crosses your face as you reply, "I did."

"Nuh-uh," she retorts. "I won't believe it until I feel your baby growing inside my belly." A devilish grin spreads across her face. "So until then, I'm not letting go of your cock!" With a playful giggle, she resumes pleasuring you orally while riding the dildo at the same pace. As her mouth goes down on your cock, she takes the toy deeper into herself.

You can't help but agree with her logic—even with all day and all weekend, breaks for basic needs like eating and using the bathroom are inevitable. Might as well start now. Plus, Yujin looks so damn cute with her mouth full of your meat. It makes you want to cum in her throat just for being so adorable.

Your hand reaches down to stroke her hair, gently guiding her movements. "That feels good, Yujin. But just so you know, I plan on cumming in your pussy again, not your stomach."

She nods with your shaft still between her lips, murmuring, "Yes, Daddy," before returning to fervently sucking and stroking your length.

A content smile spreads across your face as you lean back against the pillows. Watching Yujin pleasure herself on your cock reminds you that this is exactly how things are meant to be between the two of you: Her worshiping your cock with her skilled mouth; you reveling in the sight and sensation. There is, of course, one more hole you'd like to fill while you're still in bed, but it can wait till after breakfast. For now, you're happy to let your girlfriend suck away.

The blowjob feels incredible—her mouth is so soft and hot that you can hardly stand it. Your fingers thread through her hair as you encourage her to bob down further and further onto your length each time. Even with the intensity of your last orgasm, you're renewed by the sheer force of her devotion, ever a smile curling up at the corner of your lips as her eyes water with the effort of taking more of you into her throat. Yujin gags, her body convulsing as the tip of your shaft hits the back of her throat, but she refuses to stop, determined to swallow your entire length into her mouth and beyond—she loves it, craves it, needs it.

In a way, oral sex is evolutionary cheating: A female's reproductive tract is optimized for conception, which requires a relatively high amount of energy to maintain, but oral stimulation doesn't result in pregnancy; it's a waste of energy. Thus, it makes little sense biologically for females to enjoy giving oral sex, but at least in the example on her knees, they love it more than the world. You watch in awe as she sucks you off, her eyes closed in concentration as she focuses all her attention on pleasuring your manhood. She moans softly, her tongue caressing the underside of your shaft while she continues to suckle, licking every inch of you. Her technique is flawless, and she knows it—she knows that every movement, every flick of her tongue sends shivers of pleasure up your spine, and she relishes the fact that you can barely contain yourself from cumming right in her mouth. She wants it badly, too—you can tell by the way she keeps looking up at you with those wide puppy eyes, pleading silently as if to say "please cum in my mouth, Daddy, I want to taste it, to eat it. We can keep breeding later, but I need this right now."

You can tell that she's not going to let up until you finish in her mouth, so there's no point in trying to hold on. You let yourself fall over the precipice, and you groan loudly, your hips jerking forward involuntarily as you erupt, shooting hot jets of your semen straight down into her stomach, as her own orgasm hits her hard—she's already so turned on that the feeling of your seed splattering into her stomach sets off her own climax immediately after yours, and her body shakes and trembles.

You pull out from her mouth with a wet pop, your cock slick with saliva as it slips free—it's hard again already. Yujin is panting heavily, her body flushed pink from arousal and exertion. Her eyes are wide and bright, and they're locked onto you, watching every little motion you make as if afraid to miss a single thing.

"Yujin. We're getting lunch. Then we're fucking in the kitchen." She beams and jumps up, excited to follow your orders. You smile to yourself; she's such a silly girl sometimes. But you wouldn't trade her for anything in the world.

You get out of the bed. "Come on, pup."

Yujin follows after you eagerly, imagine a wagging tail behind her, and you both head downstairs to the kitchen.

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AFF, AO3

This final ending section is incomplete and reasonably should just be cut or completed, but it's what you're getting.

[razorblade180]

Home Warfare

Ruby:*on call* …(Maybe he’s busy?)

Jaune:Hello?

Ruby:!? S-Sup! Just checking in. How was the flight back home?

Jaune:My stomach has stopped flipping. It’s the little victories that matter.

Ruby:I still can’t believe you went back home for break. Isn’t it your first time back since…lying?

Jaune:Yeah, but it’s not like they know that part. Plus I’ve kept in contact. You’re not going back to Patch?

Ruby:Yang did. Dad is actually taking a mission so if o went back I’m basically house sitting.

Jaune:You don’t want to see your old friends?

Ruby:I can do that when I pick up Yang. Making a big deal out of it feels awkward. Have you been smothered with affection yet?

Jaune:What do you mean?

Ruby:It must be a big deal continuing your families legacy; especially in your hometown.

Jaune:Probably, if I meant anything.

Ruby:Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?

Jaune:Just because I’m at Beacon doesn’t mean anything. Not like my grades are stellar or I’m a different person. Still the bullied twerp that left and the son with low expectations. I’m only really here because I have to come back eventually.

Ruby:….

Jaune:Ruby?

Ruby:I could’ve went with you.

Jaune:That’s nice, but why would you?

Ruby:Because you sound miserable! It’s not like I’m doing anything. I can’t do too much about people giving you a hard time but showing up with a new friend has to mean something.

Jaune:I gotta be honest…you being here would make this place bearable. I honestly forgot how…small it felt being here at times.

Ruby:Would you like me to be there? I can take an airship tomorrow, seriously.

Jaune:If it’s really okay, sure. I’d love to see you.

Ruby:Cool. I’ll be your moral support!

Jaune:Haha, thanks. Well I have to go. Dinner is almost ready. Wish me luck.

Ruby:Good luck! *hangs up*

Weiss:*walks in* Oh, you’re still here.

Ruby:It’s our dorm! Why wouldn’t I be!?

Weiss:What I meant is I thought you’d be running around doing anything but being a hermit. Even Blake took a trip.

Ruby:…Weiss? I have an offer you can’t refuse. One that involves the mall, your opinion, and freedom from me.

Weiss:Go on.

xxxxxxx

The next day, out in town

Papa Arc:So what exactly was your role in all that again?

Jaune:I came up with the plan against the DeathStalker.

Papa Arc:Can you really consider a couple callouts a plan? Especially when you didn’t lead the charge?

Mama Arc: Harold! Leave him alone! I think it’s great he’s trying.

Harold:Persephone, trying is one thing, achieving is another. Can’t have him getting full of himself.

Jaune:(Or having any confidence at all.)

Persephone: The year has only really just begun. There’s leaps and bounds a C-student like our boy can make given enough time and focus, hopefully.

Jaune:…

???:He’s actually a B-student thanks to me.

Jaune’s head perked up. He recognized that voice anywhere. He turned around to greet Ruby but was left speechless the moment his eyes found her.

Combat boots were abandoned for red flats. The leggings he had known her for were abandoned for black thigh-highs with rose petals on them. The combat skirt had been stolen and replaced with black jean shorts with a red belt while her corset was swapped for a half shirt with long sleeves that went just past her hands. Jaune might not have recognized Ruby if not for the cloak!

The girl’s hair was noticeably a little wavy and a rose clip kept her bangs out of her face which showed off a modest amount of dark eye shadow that matched new lipstick. It went with her black fingernail polish he noticed as she waved with her left while rolling her luggage over.

Jaune:R-Ruby?

Ruby:Hello~ fancy seeing you here. Although I do remember saying you’d be visiting your dear family. I guess these are your parents! Hi! He’s mentioned wonderful things about you.

Persephone:And not enough about you! Ruby, was it?

Ruby:Yep! Ruby Rose. Jaune’s actually the first person helpful person I met at Beacon; as well as my dorm neighbor. We’re always comparing notes and helping one another as leaders of our teams.

Harold:You’re also a leader of a team?

Ruby:R-W-B-Y. Team RWBY. Hehe, I know I probably don’t look that impressive but I promise you, I know my way around the battlefield.

Harold:…You said my son is B-student now.

Ruby:Mmhm. He has a better memory for history than I do so as token of appreciation, I helped him with Grimm anatomy and practical skills. Your son is quite a fast learner. You must be so proud.

Jaune:I-

Harold:Well he has his ups and downs but of course he has his merits.

Persephone:Anyways…what brings you all the from Beacon?

Ruby:There’s a weapons convention not too far from here. I’m a real nerd for this stuff. Figured I could use my break to stay a couple days and check the exhibit. Is the Arc family presenting any armor or swords?

Harold:You know our history.

Ruby:Of course. I know your son, and he’s quite proud of it the same way I’m proud of my mother and her accomplishments. It’s probably why we get along so well, besides him being raised well. Take it from me, there’s some real jerks that let linage go to their heads.

Persephone:Well aren’t you just the sweetest thing! Jaune! I’m surprised you haven’t mentioned her more!

Jaune:I said I was making friends who get me.

Persephone:Ruby? Is your inner room already booked? If not, you can gladly stay with us while you’re here.

Ruby and Jaune: What?

Persephone:It’s not a problem at all. We never get to meet Jaune’s friends and you must only make so much money while being students. We have plates to spare. Isn’t that right Harold?

Harold:Yes, I’m…curious to know more things about my son.

Ruby:Well…if you insist.

Persephone:Wonderful! We will set things up and take your stuff now. Jaune, show Ruby around the town.

With no more room to negotiate, Ruby gives her things to Jaune’s parents and watch them get far enough away before letting out a sigh. Coincidentally, he did the same.

Ruby:No offense to your parents, but I’m really impressed how nice you are. I heard a little bit of the conversation before I said anything. They’re…a real piece of work. They look like they mean well though.

Jaune:You aren’t wrong. Thanks for showing up when you did. By the way… what’s with the new look?

Ruby:It’s like I said, I’m good on the battlefield. I figured the best way to shut up your hometown enemies was to give them something to shut up about. I’m not one for fashion so i asked Weiss for help finding a look that fits me. Honestly I still think I look awkward.

Jaune:No you’re gorgeous! Like some cool goth badass that’s cu- cute.

Ruby:*red*…Hehe, well thank you. I might not look like it all the time but I really like first impressions. A few people have noticed me on the way in. Guess Weiss went a little too hard, but that works in our favor. I doubt people will pick on you as much.

Jaune:Honestly they might be jealous if they see you with me.

Ruby:Is that a problem?

Jaune:Absolutely not. It would be hilarious.

Ruby:Haha, then lead the way. Show me your old stomping grounds.

Any worries he had faded away instantly. Jaune happily took Ruby’s hand and began walking. The girl was stunned for a second before getting close enough to lean on the boy. Honestly, she could get used to this.

[hyperfix-wip]

Webbed Together

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader/ Spider-Punk x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4.9k

Author's Note: When you're still a little hungover and you force yourself to push through writing your new chapter because your brain was suddenly hit with motivation 🫠 I'd like to thank @pinksugarscrub for beta reading and editing the hell out of this chapter for me! Credit goes to @the-kr8tor for their original characters Ramona and Billie. Also, I am not an expert on poker, so if any poker players have any comments about the accuracy of the game itself, please let me know! 🤣

Tags: Parent Trap!AU, Dad!Hobie AU, Twin!AU, Billie and Ramona!AU, Older!Hobie, Mom!Reader, Older!Reader

Chapter 5: Poker Face

<<< Chapter 4 Chapter 6>>>

SLAP!

Five cards smack against the plastic round table, and more groans and murmurs erupt from the crowd around Benny as he eagerly wraps his arms around the pile of bills, coins and other trinkets in the middle of the table.

“Looks like it’s my game again,” he taunts with a snicker while slowly raking the pot towards himself. “I thought for sure you guys were trying to win this round.”

Three older kids sitting on the round table with him only glare at him, one of them tossing their hand on the table with a disgruntled huff and another opens his wallet, instantly deflating at the sight of it being empty.

“ ‘m out.”

“Me too.”

“Damn it, I don’t have any more money either…”

“Oh c’mon!” Benny taunts the kids as they push themselves off their seats and return into the waves of kids surrounding them. “I thought you guys were gonna beat me! What happened to that, huh?”

The crowd surrounding him continues to mumble and shuffle around him, as if wary of being the next victim of his little game. Benny merely rolls his eyes in response and crosses his arms while slumping against the plastic backrest of the bench. “Fine, whatever. I got other people over here who can replace you guys. Any takers?”

“Mind if I take a whack at it?”

The crowd instantly turns to a British girl’s voice ringing in the back, and the sea of kids slowly part in confusion and intrigue while Billie slowly walks through and approaches the roundtable with Annie and Ramona peeking behind her. Billie’s signature cat-like smile curls up on her lips as she flops down on the plastic bench in front of Benny, and Ramona and Annie follow suit as they sit down at the remaining empty spots. Benny’s eyes light up while a cheeky grin of his own curls up on his face.

“Brown! Where’ve you been?” Benny calls out with an obnoxious laugh. “You just up and left during our volleyball game, what gives?”

Billie shrugs in response, but her lazy smile grows slightly strained the more she listens to him. “A mate o’ mine got ‘urt, ‘member? Got hit in the head during the game, and ‘nother mate and I helped him to the infirmary.”

Benny’s face scrunches up in confusion as he picks up the cards off the table and starts to straighten them up into a deck. “You mean that one dork with the trumpet? He really must suck at sports if he couldn’t dodge that, huh?”

Ramona instantly bristles and turns her eyes to Benny, her eyes sharpening into a hard glare. “That dork you’re talking about is still in the infirmary because of you–”

Billie quickly grabs Ramona’s shoulder before she could continue, and Ramona turns her glare to her double’s sympathetic eyes for a moment before quietly relenting and sinking down her seat with an annoyed sulk. Billie then glances back over to Benny, her impish smile faltering into a lopsided one while propping her elbow on the table.

“I’ll admit, Arnie might not look like the sporty type,” Billie replies with a neutral tone despite her carefree smile not reaching her eyes, “but that don’ mean you can hit ‘em and leave a big knot on ‘is head li’ tha’.”

“But you gotta admit, it was kinda hilarious,” Benny snickers while quickly shuffling the cards before his eyes drift back to a disgruntled Ramona. “...y’know, I didn’t know you had a sister, Brown. You got that opposite twin thing going on here–”

“Not sisters,” Both Billie and Ramona cut him off. Benny stares at them in befuddlement before glancing over at an unbothered Annie. She then narrows her eyes at him before turning her nose from him with a huff.

“...okay?” Benny finally shrugs before he starts to pass cards around one by one, slightly unnerved by the three girls giving him the cold shoulder in varying degrees, before all four of them have their hands. “Whatever, I guess. I’m getting kinda bored with five-card, so we’re gonna go with Texas Hold’em. You three okay with that?”

Billie rolls her eyes as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out her beaten up studded wallet and opens it up. “Whatever works, I can play either. Limit or no limit?”

“No limit, but everybody’s only been betting money,” Benny replies with a bored groan while lifting his cards by the corner slightly, a small smirk curling up on his lips before he lets the cards go flat on the table and looks up at Billie.

Benny then glances over at Ramona, who furrows her brows while darting her eyes around the table with a wavering frown. His eyes instantly light up at the flicker of weakness.

“Hey, uh… not-spiky Brown?”

Ramona instantly drops the uncertainty on her face before she looks at him with an irritated deadpan.

“When are you putting in your bet?”

“...what?”

Billie leans towards Ramona’s side and gently taps at the middle of the table. “Just drop half of what I put on the table,” Billie whispers to her double, “And every round we start after you basically put in half of what I put before we start.”

“...oh, like that small blind, big blind thing you and Annie were talking about earlier?”

“Yep, exactly.”

“But how come you’re the one putting in more money?”

“Bloke’s the dealer, and whoever is in the left of him is the small blind, and the one after is the big blind–”

“Okay, wait, hold up–” Benny barks up a laugh of disbelief as Ramona nods along to Billie’s explanation. “You sure you wanna let the newbie play in the game? She’ll probably lose all of her money if she’s not careful…not like I’m gonna stop her though.”

Ramona narrows her eyes at Benny again before she tosses two quarters from her coin pouch and glances down to peek at her hand with a slight frown. “I get the gist of it, like the hand rankings and all. It’s just… I only watched my mom play poker sometimes.”

A wicked gleam shines on Benny’s eyes as the crowd around the players start to boo and laugh, but Billie instantly slams her fist against the plastic table and glares around the crowd until they quiet down to disgruntled groans.

“If you get the basics of it, you should be okay,” Annie reassures Ramona. “Just gotta play a few rounds to get it, y’know?”

“She’ll probably lose all of her money before she finally gets it though,” Benny mutters under his breath with a quiet snicker. Billie is uncharacteristically unbothered by Benny’s snide comments as she clears her throat and glances up from her cards.

“C’mon, girlies,” Billie sighs with a scrunched up nose and a slight pout. “Le’s jus’ start the game. He ain’t worth getting miffed over.”

Annie rolls her eyes with a huff before she tosses a dollar onto the table, starting the first round. “Fine, call. Are we just gonna play until someone wins the whole pot, or is there a set amount of rounds?”

“We keep going until one of us wins the whole pot,” Benny snickers as he tosses two dollars onto the table. Ramona hesitantly glances back down at her hand before sighing and tossing her cards to the middle of the table. Billie rolls her eyes soon after, “Jus’ hurry up ‘n drop the flops.”

Benny flips three cards onto the table– seven of hearts, six of clubs, four of clubs. “Don’t be like that, Brown. It’s just a game, remember?”

Billie’s eye twitches slightly as she tosses another bill to match Benny’s play. “Games should be fun, Benny. ���s not fun for e’ryone if you’ve been trash-talkin’ the whole time.”

Benny rolls his eyes while Annie clicks her tongue and folds, tossing her cards towards the middle of the table. 

“Why’re you being sensitive, Brown?” he snorts before dropping another two bills onto the table and flipping another card, four of hearts. “It’s not like it’s actually hurting anybody.”

“Somebody did end up getting hurt, though,” Annie grumbles while pushing her glasses up. Billie gently nudges Annie’s foot with her own underneath the table. Annie glances up with a quirked eyebrow, but as soon as Annie meets Billie’s sympathetic smile, Annie hesitates before sighing and crossing her arms against her chest.

Billie’s soft eyes drop to a bored deadpan while she instantly tosses three bills onto the growing pot. “I ain’t bein’ sensitive,” Billie retorts as she pulls out more crumbled bills and dumping out a stream of coins onto the table. “I jus’ don’ like arseholes."

“If you’re gonna call me an asshole, at least say it right,” Benny rolls his eyes as he matches Billie’s bet and flips the last card for the round, eight of spades. “You probably shouldn’t bet so much on the first round.” Benny then flips his hand, revealing a four and a nine of diamonds. His mouth curls up into a smug smirk. “Three of a kind. Not the best hand, but it works out just fine for me.”

Billie only gives a lazy smile and tilts her head before she slowly reveals her own hand.  “Straight– three, four, five, six, seven. Not the best hand, but it got the job done.”

Benny shrugs while Billie gathers the pot for the round. “Not bad, not bad. It’s just the first round, though. We have a long way to go before this game finishes.” 

Benny’s eyes then dart between the disgruntled Annie and the pensive Ramona before adding “Well, it might finish a little faster if it’s only Brown and me playing to win.”

Annie’s jaw instantly clenches at the taunt, and Ramona’s eyes sharpen. A smug grin curls up on Benny’s face once he sees the reactions he wanted.

“C’mon, it’s just for fun,” Benny snickers while quickly passing the next hands. “You guys don’t need to get your panties in a twist.”

Annie’s face pinches up in disgust as she subtly glances at her hand before tossing two dollars and a couple quarters to raise the bet. “Beating you would probably be worth it, with or without you having to do anything the winner says.”

“That’s if you girls can beat me,” Benny scoffs before matching Annie. “I mean, besides Brown, you two would probably back out before we get to higher stakes.”

Ramona rolls her eyes. “Don’t get too cocky now.”

Three new cards get flipped onto the middle of the table– jack of hearts, ten of clubs, four of clubs.

“I only needed one round to know how you guys work,” Benny taunts with a shit-eating grin while he sets the deck of cards down. “You–” he points at Ramona– “are just a newbie, so you’ll get lost the further we play. Redhead on my right–” his finger darts to Annie– “gets annoyed easily, so she’ll probably get triggered into making bigger bets than she’ll bargain for. And Brown?”

Billie tosses a couple more bills and quarters, raising the bet for the pot. Benny only snorts in amusement in response. “She’s a little more aggressive with her play, taking more risks and relying more on luck than anything.”

As soon as Annie knocks twice on the table, Benny tosses some more bills, raising the bet even higher. “But sometimes luck isn’t enough to win.”

Ramona’s face pinches up at the higher bet in hesitation before tossing some bills, and Benny snickers as he flips the next card onto the table– six of spades.

Billie, however, slowly sucks on her teeth out of boredom as she matches Benny’s bet. “I dunno,” Billie shrugs, her nimble fingers tapping on the plastic surface while continuing to stare Benny down, “Dad’s always says I was his lucky poppet. Things jus’ work out for me in th’ end.”

“Oh god,” Benny rolls his eyes as he flips a jack of spades onto the table, “are you that much of a daddy’s girl? That’s such a lame thing your dad would call you–”

SLAM!

All eyes turn to Billie as her fist trembles a bit against the table. Her eyes stare daggers at the boy in front of her and her mouth curls into a scowl. The crowd behind her backs away from the quick outburst.

“Shut yer trap,” Billie nearly snarls at Benny. “My dad's not lame.”

Annie’s eyes widen at her friend before one of her hands reaches out to gently unfurl Billie’s fist. At the same time, Ramona’s own eyes turn cold as she stares down an unapologetic Benny.

Benny holds his hands up in surrender, but a wicked gleam glints in his eye. “Noted. No bringing up dads.”

“You suck, y’know that?” Annie mutters under her breath, flipping her hand of a four of hearts and an eight of diamonds out in the open.

Benny only smirks before he flips his own cards– a ten of hearts and a four of diamonds– and his grin grows even more as Billie clicks her tongue and tosses her cards to the middle. “Don’t hate the player, hate the game–”

A hand quietly cuts him off when it props itself on Benny’s left arm, and he glances up in confusion, only for his eyes to meet Ramona holding up her hand in the air.  One of the cards was a jack of diamonds.

“Three of a kind,” Ramona echoes Benny’s words before tossing her hand down onto the plastic table. “Not the best hand, but it works out just fine for me.”

Benny’s face drops as Ramona gently nudges his arm away from the cash on the table with a straight face before pushing it towards herself, all the while the crowd surrounding the four players murmur in waves.

“Benny lost two rounds in a row?”

“Newbie just basically stole his thunder–”

“Guess karma just bit him in the butt–”

Annie stares straight at Ramona in disbelief while Billie sends a sideways glance to her double with a slight smirk on her lips. “Nice one, Mon-mon…”

A small frown surfaces on Benny’s face for the first time, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes, before he slowly grabs the cards off the table and shuffles them into the deck.

“Beginner’s luck,” he grumbles under his breath while Ramona carefully flattens out some of the crumbled bills in front of her. “We still got the rest of the game here…”

—

The game continues on, the series of rounds quickly drawing more eyes onto the table. Shuffling, dealing, drawing, money betting, cards tossing. First Benny rakes in the pot, then Billie, then Benny, then Annie– the pot keeps shifting back and forth between the players, their money growing and depleting with each play, tension gradually growing on the table with many taunts from Benny and retorts from the girls, each word growing more charged than the last.

The crowd shuffles and grows more invested in the game, each round pulling more spectators than potential players as everyone watches over the four players like vultures. A young boy with a slight bump on his forehead struggles to maneuver himself through the waves of kids, confusion flooding into his eyes before he finally pushes himself into the middle, coming face to face with his three new friends pushing stacks of coins and bills into the middle of the growing pot one by one against the smug lone boy in the game.

Arnold turns his head to a shorter boy looking over Billie’s shoulder, gasping at the growing pot as Billie flicks her wrist and lets a stack of dollar bills flutter to the middle of the table.

“Hey,” Arnold quietly taps the boy’s shoulder with a frown, “what the heck’s going on?”

The boy glances at Arnold with an irritated huff, his eyes briefly darting to the large knot on Arnold’s head, before shaking his head and turning his attention back to the game. “The older guy Benny said that whoever beats him in a game of poker can get whatever they want from him, and these three girls jumped into the game. They lasted way longer than any of the other kids who played him, so right now everybody is just waiting to see who’ll win in the end.”

Arnold’s eyes almost bulge out of his sockets as he looks back at the game, a sense of dread pooling in his stomach, before he frantically shuffles himself and mutters his apologies until he approaches Ramona from behind.

“Ramona!”

Ramona looks over her shoulder with a puzzled furrow to her brows before her eyes widen with shock. “Arnold? What’re you doing here?”

The rest of the players look up from the sudden interruption, Annie glancing up from her hand before doing a double take and Billie giving a brief unbothered smile and wave to Arnold, before a loud snort breaks through the quiet murmurs of the crowd. All three of the girls turn their sharpened glares at the snickering Benny while he points at the bump on Arnold’s head.

“Oh my god, what happened to your head, dude? It looks like something’s gonna pop outta there!”

Benny cackles a little more while the crowd slowly backs away from the three girls glaring daggers at him.

“You did that, you little dipshi–”

“Annie, wait–”

“What? Don’t try to give him a pass, Arnie! That was mean, and you know it!”

“Annie, Benny’s just bein’ an arse–”

“You’re just gonna let this slide, Bills?! He’s been talking crap nonstop the whole game–”

“He’s doin’ tha’ to trip all o’ us up–”

“Gotta be kidding– Ramona, help me out here?”

Ramona continues to send an icy glare at Benny as she crosses her arms against her chest. “He’s gonna keep talking crap no matter what. The only reason we all jumped in in the first place is to beat him and get him to apologize to Arnold.”

A scoff slips through Benny’s lips as his eyes land on Ramona’s. “Try saying that when you quit folding and win some more rounds–”

“Benny,” Billie cuts him off with a curt voice. “How ‘bout you win a couple more rounds agains’ me ‘stead of pickin’ on Mon-mon? ‘M sure you still wanna win back some of the cash you lost.”

Benny’s smug smirk drops into a slight scowl once he turns his attention to the British girl in front of him, his jaw slightly clenched as his hand grabs a handful of his winnings.

“I still have some cash on me.”

“Then you bette’ get ‘em ready, ‘cuz I ain’t leavin’ ‘til I win th’ whole t’ing.”

Sparks crackle in the air as the two stare each other down across the table, and Arnold nervously looks between Ramona and Annie to stop Billie, only for the two other girls to glare at Benny too.

Benny lets out another scoff before a smirk grows on his face. “How about this? Since everybody’s itching to win, how about we make things interesting.”

He then tosses the last of his money into the pot before flipping the last card onto the plastic table top.

“Since everybody’s practically tapped out on their cash, we’ll add something else to the pot. I’m already betting myself doing something for you guys, so you three gotta add something too. And if you guys lose, not only do I take everything, you guys also have to do a punishment that I choose.” All three of the girls hesitate at the new stakes, making Benny snicker with a sly smirk. “Unless you girls are fine with giving up all of your money to me, but you’re already in too deep.”

Billie instantly bristles from Benny’s taunt, her hand itching to curl into a fist again. She knows the little bastard is just trying to trigger them, she knows that, but the idea of him suggesting this, whether a bluff or not, doesn’t sit well in her stomach. Billie gives a sideways glance to Annie, who has the same unsure frown as she glances back at Billie. For a moment, both girls wonder if they should risk it.

A small clatter suddenly breaks through the silence, and everyone turns to a reluctant Ramona as she slowly puts her mp3 player on top of the pot.

“Ramona?” Arnold quickly grabs her shoulders with wide eyes. “What’re you doing? I thought you said your mom gave you that–”

“I-it’s fine,” Ramona quietly reassures him with a slight smile, “it’s just music. I-I can just wait it out until camp’s over…” Despite her calm demeanor, her long fingers anxiously fidget and pick at her cuticles to avoid reaching for the small device back. Ramona’s gapped teeth slowly worries her bottom lip, and a slight ringing slowly creeps up in her ears the longer she looks down at the pot.

Billie instantly notices, her brows furrowing more as she glances up to Ramona struggling not to regret her decision, before letting out a loud sigh and reaching behind her neck. Her hands slowly pull away with an end of a red braided string in each before the rest of the necklace slides out from the hem of her shirt. A black plastic pick with some scratches hangs in the middle before Billie carefully coils it down on top of the pot with a determined face.

“My lucky pick. If Mon-mon’s willing to bet on it, then I should too…”

Ramona stares up at Billie with a flicker of shock and relief, a slight smile curling up on her lips, before glancing over at Annie as she hesitantly puts a small beaded bracelet onto the table.

“Y’know, you guys could’ve put a shoe or something in the pot,” Annie mutters with a sheepish pout. “Didn’t think you guys were gonna go with the dramatic movie moment on me…”

“Eh,” Billie shrugs with a lopsided grin, “ ‘m willin’ to put my quids in for this.”

Arnold continues to stare at his friends with bewilderment, his face pinching up with a worried look, before Ramona gently taps him in the arm with an encouraging smile.

“Don’t worry, you’re our friend. This is the least we could do.”

Arnold stares down at his friend with a flicker of awe and gratitude in his eyes, but a loud scoff instantly breaks the sentimental moment.

“Are we done with the cringey waterworks?” Benny huffs with an unimpressed frown as he crosses his arms. “We still have a game to play.”

All eyes turn to Benny, all three of the girls staring him down with a deadpan.

“Can you not read the room?” Annie rolls her eyes before glancing down at the last set of community cards on the table.

Ten of clubs. Three of hearts. Jack of clubs. Eight of spades. Queen of hearts.

With a deep sigh, Annie quickly flips her hand– eight of hearts and an eight of diamonds.

Billie quietly follows suit with her hand– king of hearts and ace of diamonds– before glancing back up at Benny with a slight smirk. “A three of a kind ‘n a straight. You gotta admit, ‘s a hard matchup, innit? Maybe I’ll have you on your hands and knees in front of everybody while you apologize to poor Arnie or sumt’in’.”

Benny nods along with a slight pout as he stares at their hands on the table. “Wow, Brown, you guys are good…”

Billie’s face falters from the sarcasm in his voice before Benny flips his hand with a flick of a wrist.  A king of hearts and an ace of diamonds.

“But not good enough to beat a flush, huh?”

Benny then looks up at the quiet Ramona as she glances down at her hand with a pensive frown, and a wicked grin curls up on his lips. “What’s wrong, newbie? Is your hand not good enough? Are you too scared to show your cards and admit defeat?”

Ramona looks up at the gloating Benny with a slightly bored stare before looking away and grabbing her mp3 player. Benny’s face drops in confusion before he angrily reaches for her hand and tightly grips it.

“Hey, what’re you doing?! Can’t you see I won–”

“Y’know,” Ramona calmly cuts Benny off, “every time I watched my mom play poker with my uncle, she’d always give me the same advice. She’d tell me to play only a few hands, to only take risks on hands that give me a strong gut feeling.”

Everyone’s eyes are on Ramona, confused mutters and intrigued chatters slowly surrounding the table. Benny snorts as he tries to yank the mp3 player out of her hand.

“Okay, what does your mom have anything to do with this–”

“My mom also told me to always keep my cool and to only bet high when it matters most.”

Ramona slowly flips her cards with her free hand, and waves of gasps as chatters instantly erupt in the crowd. Annie’s eyes almost break through her glasses, Arnold’s jaw drops, and Billie lets out a loud laugh of disbelief as she grabs her necklace back.

“Bloody hell, Mon-mon…”

The last person to look down on Ramona’s hand was Benny, and his face slowly pales once his eyes land on the king of clubs and the ace of clubs.

“I’m not sure how strong a flush is,” Ramona shrugs as she continues to stare at Benny with a small smile, “but I’m pretty sure it’s not as strong as a royal flush, right?” She then pulls her hand back out of his grip before sliding her mp3 player back in her pocket and turning her head to Billie and Annie. “We should probably split the pot between the three of us. I’d feel bad taking your guys' money.”

Ramona then turns back to the stunned Benny before crossing her arms against her chest. “Now, I’m not gonna make you get on your hands and knees in front of everybody–”

“Wha– Mon-mon, why?!”

“But I do want you to apologize to Arnold,” Ramona continues on, ignoring Billie’s protest. “Not only that, but I want you to apologize to everybody you made fun of. The way you talk to people is not cool, and people aren’t going to want to hang out with you if you keep being mean to them.”

Benny slowly lifts his eyes from the winning hand to Ramona, still astounded by the unexpected turn of events, before his face slowly flushes into a deep scowl and he angrily tackles Ramona down to the dirt ground.

“You cheated!” Benny roars at a screaming Ramona, struggling to pin her down while Ramona shoves her hand against his face to get off her. “You cheated! There’s no way you’d get a royal flush–”

“Mon-mon!” Billie yells out before jumping on top of Benny and wrapping her arms around his neck to yank him off. “Arnie! Annie! Get a counselor now!”

The crowd of kids scream and cheer around the fight breaking out in front of their eyes. Arnold hesitates and takes a step forward towards his fighting friends, worry and fear plaguing his eyes, but Annie quickly grabs his arm and tugs him away.

“Arnie, c’mon! We gotta get them help!”

Arnold stumbles behind Annie as she pulls him away, and he looks over his shoulder to the fight with dread in his eyes before relenting and quickly following the short redhead.

More whoops and clamors of ‘fight!’ echo around the three kids, dirt flying and clinging to their clothes the more they wrestle each other. Ramona screams and writhes underneath the stockier Benny, yelping out in pain when his hand grabs a handful of her dark coils and harshly yanks them.

“You cheated! You definitely cheated–”

“I didn’t cheat!” Ramona cries out while tears well up in her eyes from pain. “Get off me! I didn’t cheat!”

“Get off her, you stupid sod!” Billie screams as she kicks against the back of Benny’s legs, and Benny yells out in response before attempting to throw her off his back. Billie wraps her arms around his neck tighter in a vice grip while she throws her head back with as much of her weight as possible to pull him off Ramona.

Ramona cries out more as Benny yanks her hair again before she starts slapping her hands against his arms and tries to kick him off. “Get the hell off me, you asshole!”

Her palms sting with each slap, her scalp pricking from each tug and her eyes flooding with tears, until her hand accidentally slaps Benny in the middle of his face. A scream of pain erupts from Benny, and Billie finally yanks him off and throws him down onto the ground with her. Billie and Benny quickly roll around the dirt, Benny struggling to push her off and Billie refusing to let him near Ramona again, before a piercing whistle breaks through the screams of the crowd.

“WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?!”

The crows instantly disperses in a bedlam as an elderly woman rushes up to them with Arnie and Annie right behind her. A brief moment of relief flickers in Ramona’s eyes as Billie gets shoved off Benny with an ‘oof’, but that flicker quickly disappears when Benny gets up and runs over to her with tears in his eyes.

“Grandma!” Benny cries out to the counselor, and the rest of the kids’ faces grow pale.

“Grandma?” Ramona echoes with dread as everyone stares at the blubbering Benny hugging his grandmother, and Billie drops her head with a defeated groan.

“Ah shite.”

----

British Phrase of the Chapter:

Quids in - Someone who's "quids in" has invested in an opportunity which is probably going to benefit them massively.

https://www.businessinsider.com/british-slang-that-will-confuse-anybody-who-didnt-grow-up-in-the-uk-2017-11#quids-in-66

[writing-until-i-drop]

Run Away With Me | One Shot

Rhett Abbott x Fem! Reader

3 years ago your parents stole you away from Wabang to keep you out of trouble, now you're back, but only for a night.

Warnings: none! no use of y/n

AO3

Rhett woke to the sound of something hitting his bedroom window. The digital clock on the night stand read 2am.

"What the hell?" There was another small /ping/ that drew him out of bed. Visible only by moonlight, tossing pebbles at his window was someone he hadn't seen in a long time. You. "Trouble?" He called out softly, opening the window. It had been three, long years since he had seen you but you were just as beautiful as the day you left. "What are you doing here?"

"I told you I'd come back," You were grinning from ear to ear. Rhett remembered the night you left, it was the night after high school graduation.

Your folks had decided that if you stayed in Wabang any longer, you'd be stuck there your whole life, getting into trouble with Rhett as your accomplice. After they had sprung the news on you, you snuck out of the house and threw rocks at Rhett's window until he had climbed down the tree outside his bedroom to meet you on the ground. You had hugged him tight, your mascara staining his tee-shirt as you cried, promising that you'd come back as soon as you could. Rhett's biggest regret was not leaving with you that night, not asking you to run away with him.

"One sec," Rhett hadn't snuck out of his window since that night but managed to climb down the tree without falling.

As soon as his feet were on the ground, you had your arms around him. Rhett had felt empty for years, going through the motions on the ranch, winning rodeos but never making enough to leave, and wishing that his life had turned out different. But now he felt whole again. Your perfume had changed but your shampoo hadn't, the familiar scent overwhelming his senses and melting the walls he had built around himself since you left. Rhett relaxed around you, burying his face in your hair.

"Missed ya." He whispered into your hair.

"Missed you more," He doubted that. You had been his best friend, the only person in the whole town that understood him. Rhett had heard it from both your parents and his many times over the years that he was the one holding you back, corrupting you, turning the girl next door into a delinquent.

He found it hard to believe that you hadn't found a dozen other people more deserving of you wherever your parents had dragged you to.

"Run away with me."

"What?" Rhett couldn't believe his ears. He must have misheard you but you pulled out of his embrace and tipped your chin up, a mischievous glint in your eyes. That looked had gotten him into more bad situations than he could count, he loved it.

What both of your parents hadn't realized was that you were a wild child. Always looking for trouble, which was why he had given you the nickname. He had been hopelessly in love with you his whole life, loving the way your eyes lit up when you got a bad idea and the way you used to cheer him on at the rodeo, unashamed to get rowdy when someone spoke bad about him. You'd even gone toe to toe with his dad and brother on occasion.

"Let's get the hell out of here. Together. Tonight." You grabbed his hands, squeezing them tight. "I've got a buddy in Arkansas, he promised to help get you into the circuit there." He? Rhett's brow furrowed. He didn't like the thought of another man promising you things.

"He your boyfriend?"

"Jealous, Cowboy?" Yeah, yeah he was. Had you replaced him with another rodeo cowboy? "You're lucky you're as cute as you are dumb, Rhett." He didn't have time to process what you said because you kissed him. Rhett's body responded, instincts taking over as your lips met. The kiss was harsh and messy, teeth and noses knocking together, hands desperately pulling at each other's clothes in an attempt to get closer.

Rhett pushed you against the tree, deepening the kiss he had waited his whole life for. You were just as consumed in the flames of built up desire as he was, nails raking down his back, pressing him into you. He wanted more but he also needed air. When you pulled apart, you were both panting, your heavy breathes filling the silent night air.

"Run away with me, Rhett. Leave Wabang behind," You pleaded softly, brushing your nose against his. "I don't want to spend another day without you. Share my shitty apartment with me, argue with me over stupid crap until we're both yellin', and definitely kiss me like that again. Come with me."

"I'll follow you anywhere, Trouble," He had let you get away once but never again. "Let me pack a bag." Rhett kissed you again, softer this time. You leaned into him with a satisfied hum.

"Don't forget your hat, Cowboy. I plan on wearing it to bed later."

-

a/n: would y'all be interested in a part two? lmk!

Masterlist

Pt. 2

[ronearoundblindly]

Eighty-Three Kisses

CEO!Steve Rogers x CEO!Reader

an It Had To Be You tale of tender first aid requested by @anika-ann who thought: I'm not sure why but my heart would MELT upon seeing Steve giving Precious some ⛑ (as such, warning for mentions of blood) WC 1.3k

Not your favorite way to wake up…

Roused in the morning dark of New York winter, Steve’s mom calls him bright and early. She is one of only four people who can evade his Do Not Disturb setting, and as much as you enjoy Sarah, you groan in irritation when Steve has to untuck himself from beneath you in the sheets.

But that’s not where it ends.

He takes the call and walks out to his kitchen. His voice only just becomes inaudible when your mother calls.

Chatty. Mom is chatty way too early this morning, and she wants participation in her gossip.

You get it; your parents are pure balls of excitement about their upcoming trip to NYC to see you and officially meet your boyfriend for the first time, but 6:50 in the morning on a day off is not a great moment to get reciprocation of any amount of energy.

It’s not even five in the morning where your mom is. Come on now.

You hold the phone arm’s length away to scream into your pillow before heaving yourself out of bed. Maybe if she hears Steve’s voice in the background, your mom will think you’re busy and need to get off the call? Maybe standing up will help keep your eyelids raised? You’re so tired, you’ll try anything.

As soon as your butt hits the couch cushion though, your eyes shut again, too comfortable, too quickly. You jump up and meander over to the exercise bike, muttering something about the neighbor Mom’s had this same beef with for a decade, but she’s on a roll now. You barely need to interject an “uh-huh” or “yeah.” Your mother just keeps going.

So you sit on the bike, lazily putting one foot on the higher pedal, and you nudge it. Nothing happens.

Steve rustles the coffee beans into the maker and pulls down plates because if he’s awake, he wants breakfast. He’ll go back to sleep if he can, but if he’s conscious, food should happen. That’s the Steve Standard of a morning ritual. He also has very little input for his conversation, mostly humming every so often.

You hear the crack of eggs against the bowl’s rim and yawn, hiding that sound as best you can from your mother.

Your dad is equally grumbly in the background. He chides his wife with you in solidarity.

The pan sizzling acts as white noise countered by the first whiffs of brewing coffee.

“Of course, I’m listening,” you rush out, leaning forward on the handlebars and mock-bashing your head.

Steve must have turned to watch you because you hear his deep chuckle from across the room.

Absently, you step onto the pedal, thinking it will start rotating as you press down. You don’t realize how high Steve has turned up the resistance until it’s too late. You stand with your full weight on the tiny, shifting pad, and your foot slips right off when the mechanism caves.

Off-balance and crash-landing on your foot, your ankle tweaks out harshly, and the hard plastic grooves for friction scrape all along your bare calf. It hurts like hell but happens so fast that you hardly make a sound aside from hissing.

The phone drops out of your hand as you untangle yourself from the bike and trip down to the floor.

“Honey?” Steve clearly hasn’t seen until “shit” and you hear the pan torn off the burner and his own phone tossed to the counter. “Precious, you okay? What—“

Thin gashes are already red and bleeding all up your leg. The pain is such a tense sting that you can’t manage much else other than biting your tongue and clutching at the wound, but Steve peels your fingers away, ripping the kitchen towel from over his shoulder to apply pressure.

“It’s fine,” you still hiss. “I’m fine, Steve.”

His huge palm and fingers splay across the fabric, his other hand guiding your over to replace them after he coos, “I know. I’m just gonna clean it up. I’ll be right back. Can you hold this? Just there. Good girl. Ok.”

He jumps up and thunders to the bathroom.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on? Hello?”

You look up to where your phone dangles in the water bottle holder by the bike’s handles, but you can’t reach it without harsh sensations shooting around your foot and leg.

“I’m fine, Mom,” you yell toward the phone. “I just fell. I’ll call you back later.”

There’s an incoherent fuss, your dad’s voice joins what sounds like muttering but is more likely a heated argument on the other end, and then the screen lights when the call disconnects.

Steve returns with a little box and a white bottle.

“Ok, precious--" he leans to kiss your knee "--you ready? This part is gonna hurt.”

You pull back the stained towel, lip lodged between your teeth, and Steve soaks a cotton ball. He bares his teeth when you react to the bite of alcohol.

The excess drips down to the mat.

“I know, honey. You’re doing so good though. Just a little more." He tries to move the foot. "Can you—“

“OW!” Like a shot, your ankle cries all the way up to your hip. “Sorry,” you say through threatening tears, “I landed on it wrong.”

Steve’s hand cradles the joint, keeping it still even as he lowers to kiss there, too, his blue eyes worried. “Okay, I’ll get ice for that, but first, we cover this.” He wipes gently at the deepest gash by your Achilles tendon before ripping open a packet of antibacterial ointment. “Just another minute, alright? You’re doing great.”

His rough morning voice and soothing tenor nudge your heart rate back in the right direction.

At least the medication doesn’t hurt. Between treatment and bandaging, he lifts your wrist to his lips and plants a double tap of encouragement.

"So good," he rumbles.

Steve carefully unfolds and layers some gauze across the whole area and carefully tapes the edges. On instinct, you bend your knee to get yourself up, but the tape pops right off when you flex.

“Uh-uh, precious. You’re not doing anything until we get some ice on that.”

You think he means to leave you sitting on the ground, but Steve pivots to a squatting position, tucks his arms beneath your knees and around your waist, and lifts you straight into the air, kissing your cheek for good measure.

Well…all that gym equipment’s been good for something…

He carries you all the way back to the bed, kissing your forehead to force you to relax backward and excusing himself to the kitchen again. A few drawers open and shut. There’s a racket of ice clattering into a bag.

Another light scuttering noise.

“Ma, I gotta go. Yeah, I love ya. Okay, bye.” He rounds the doorway again, compress and coffee at the ready.

Steve wraps a fresh towel over your skin before arranging the ice to lay just right, covering as much curve as possible without too much pressure. By the time he’s satisfied, he’s created a majestic-looking nest of sheets and blanket around your foot.

You chuckle as you blow across the hot liquid in your toasty mug.

This is his near-military precision and focus again, except this time, you are the mission.

Finally, his equally warm gaze meets yours, dawn breaking outside the wall of windows surrounding the corner room.

“Want your phone back?” he asks softly.

You shake your head. “They can wait.”

Everything still aches, the dull throb seeming miles away when Steve grips your thigh before straightening.

“You know, precious, if you wanted breakfast in bed, you could have just asked.”

You shrug, a little embarrassed but very appreciative. This certainly hasn’t been your favorite way to wake up, but it’s not the worst either. Plus, the morning has just begun.

“Sometimes the only thing that gets your attention is a crisis, Captain.”

from this game of "Comfort My Characters"

Thank you for asking!

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[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[good-beanswrites]

#i have a lot of thoughts on why amane accepting shidous help wouldnt help either of them but thats rambling for another day lmao

hello it is another day 👀 can I hear your thoughts on why shidou and amane wouldn't be helped by him trying to help her?

Ah yes!! I'll start off by saying I love Shidou a lot and think he's very capable, loving, and is a really good father -- I mean no slight to him when I say he would only make things worse for Amane if they became close like he wants. The short version is that neither of them will get what they want out of this new relationship, to no fault of their own. But by getting together in the first place, they give each other the illusion that they can get these things, which only makes the loss worse.

Shidou is grieving a sudden, intense loss. He thinks that he wants to keep being a father. He thinks that he misses taking care of his little girl and that by caring for Amane he can get that feeling back/atone for what he’s done. But what he needs is time and space to mourn such a sudden tragedy. I don’t know what you call a familial rebound, but that’s exactly what Amane would be. He does genuinely want to help, he’s not like “using her” or anything. But he is subconsciously expecting her presence to fix something for both of them. He desperately wants to fill a gap in his life, and her role as replacement for what he lost would become more and more clear. Maybe he doesn't want to replace them, but sees saving her as a way to atone for the children he couldn't save. No matter how much love he pours on her -- no matter if she's able to overcome her feelings and return his love tenfold -- it won’t fix what's actually broken.

And it would be the same for her: rushing into a new family wouldn’t give her back the parents/childhood she lost. After thinking so highly of her father, she’d have really high expectations for Shidou. She may be able to recognize how her father hurt her, but it’ll be hard to break away from the intense respect she has for him. She’ll always be wanting more from Shidou, both in his character and also the unconditional love she’d been denied. And while his love may be unconditional, it will always be affected by his love for his past family. All of his techniques for caring for her were tested on his kids first (he makes her desserts he know his kids liked, takes her places he took his family, etc). It's not a bad thing on it's own (in almost any other case it would be a really good thing that he has firsthand experience), but given Amane's specific past, this will hurt her a lot. She will always be reminded that those kids came first. She’s so used to adults putting the cult before her, this will feel the same. She’ll always feel like living in something's shadow. 

And I know people are adaptable, but I think her joining Shidou’s life would just be such a challenge for both of them. Shidou built a family with loved ones, and now he has to start a new life as a single father to a strange child whose mind works very different than the average population. He mentions he relied on his wife for household things -- now he must learn to cook and clean while also struggling with cult deprogramming techniques. All of his energy would be consumed with helping her change and adapt, instead of properly processing both of their emotions with grief and guilt. Unprocessed emotions like that can only come out harmfully, then. Even if Amane suddenly develops the most open mind in the world, it’ll be such a jarring switch going from her cult completely against medicine to a doctor’s household in which science always triumphs over spirituality. So much of Shidou’s core being is tied to the most awful and traumatizing events of Amane’s life -- that’ll be a huge obstacle for them to overcome, no matter how open to healing they both are.

The problem is, I recognize Amane's rejection isn't good for either of them. With Shidou's emotions, being so violently hated by a child only sends him deeper into grief. It makes the loss feel worse. And similarly, Amane's rejection denies her of someone who genuinely wants to care for her -- she's missing out on necessary physical, mental, emotional support. It's a lose-lose for the two of them, and I'm very compelled by it :(

Buuut, if I can indulge in my more personal thoughts for a sec, that's why I like to think about Mahiru taking her in! She specifically wanted new kids. She's literally prepared her life to take on a new child in her home. Even without the help of a partner, she excels at cooking, cleaning, keeping house, etc. Amane really does fill part of the gap Mahiru has always longed for. Though she won't get her childhood back, Amane will finally be an adults number one priority, no strings attached. Mahiru will absolutely smother her in love, her tendency to go overboard making up with Amane's deficiency of parental care. I think Mahiru's "let everyone stick to their own code" mindset will need some work, but at least it allows Amane's transition to be much easier. Mahiru is in support of Amane following what she believes, rather than live a lifestyle that actively denounces her. Shidou can still visit and help, giving him the perfect amount of interaction to heal him, and offer Amane something real and kind. I know it wouldn't be perfect under Mahiru, they're situation is fucked up enough to take a lot of painful work, but I really think she'd be the best to take care of her <3

[casual-tarot]

Pick a Pile: Messages From Loved Ones Who Have Passed On

Pile 1

Stay strong. I know that sounds like a very cliche message, but it's so much more then that. Stay Strong! Don't give up! Keep moving forward! You can do this! We love you and we are here for you! Support is what I'm getting. Let out your angry tears, scream, cry, yell. Let out all your emotions, they want you to feel. Let yourself mourn them, don't keep it bottled up. Receive help from others. Your loved ones see you hurting and want you to seek love from those still with you. Cry into somebody's shoulder, tell someone what you've been going through, accept those helping hands. You still have people who love you and who want to help you, let them. If they knew you when you were a child or baby, they are remembering you back then. If they didn’t, they are remembering when they first met you, and those early days of your relationship. Either way, they're reliving those moments where they got to watch you grow before their very eyes. The early stages of getting to know you. It's a very fond, very bittersweet fact. We will meet again, they want me to tell you, I promise baby/my love(they may have called you by those nicknames.) I'm also getting the vibe that some parts of the group had love ones who spoke another or more then one language, and that they may be referring to you by a endearing term from their culture. (Mija/mijo comes to mind since I'm Mexican myself) Don't stop loving people. Let yourself build new relationships. Your loved ones do not want you to give up on new love, whether it be platonic or romantic. Some of you may feel like you would be replacing or betraying those who passed by loving new people. They want you to know this is not the case, and that they know you would never replace them. They want you to make new friends, fall in love again, spend more time with family. Take what resonates with you. Overall, they want you to love again, and continue loving. Never let that spark in you die, it's a beautiful thing.

Signs from them; Fire and Flames, Birds, Peacock's, Doves, the Sun and Moon, Egyptian Customs and Deities, Blue Jewels, White Rabbits, White Flowers, Fireflies, Red String, Monkey's, Big Swirling Clouds, Mountains, Rivers, Bamboo, Eagles, Deer, Hummingbird, Horses, Crows, Mountain Goat's, Fairies, Purple Jewels, Cultural Paintings, Green Jewels, Bottled Messages, Last Quarter Moon, Waxing Crescent Moon, Waning Gibbous, Sprouting Plants, Rain, Wattler Droplets, 7, 11, 2, 77, 22, 6, 4, 3, 777, 33, 44, 9, 222, 2222, 22222, 5

Think of Them When you See or Hear; Look for them in your traditions, in dances and folklore and rituals, they are there with you. Filipino Mythology, Watermelon, the Movie Mulan, String Lights and Decorations, Bowls of Liquid, Red Bridges, Disney, Marbles, Marble, Pink Hearts, Hearts in General, Chiron, Mars, Pluto, North Node of the Moon, Aries, Libra, Gemini, Aquarius, Leo, Pisces,

Pile 2

The first thing I think your loved ones want to tell you is that they are in a better place now. Somewhere bright and beautiful and happy. They want to reassure you of that very strongly for some reason, and that they will see you again one day. I think that this loss has been really really hard on you. It could have been recent, or maybe someone you were extremely close with, maybe even both. Either way I feel like this feels like one of those deep dark despair's you think you will never be able to climb out of, and I think your loved ones want you to slowly pick yourself back up. It's going to get better my dear/baby/love, I promise. Get up, please. That's what I'm hearing. They may have called you any number of endearment or nicknames. I'm hearing mom for some of you, maybe you had a child or pet that passed(mom doesn't necessarily only mean female, it could be any gendered parent or gaurdian). In any case I am so sorry for your loss, I know this must be devastating. But you loved ones are sending you so so much love. Like, it's indescribable how much love is being put out there for you. I'm imagining the ghost of them hugging you without you knowing it. Getting strong fire sign energy here, take that as you will. I think they want you to know that their death was peaceful, no matter how it happened. The passing was quiet, like sinking into a pool of water. It didn't hurt at the end, it just felt like going to sleep. I'm getting very emotional here and I think that may be because your loved one is too. I think some of them are desperate to let you know that they were, and are, ok. It's not your fault. Some of them desperately want you to know and understand that. Stop blaming yourself. Some of you are so so hard on yourself when it comes to their passing and they are desperate to tell you that they could never blame you, that none of this is your fault no matter what you think. Please believe me, they say. They want you to know how strong you are for all of this, to know you will get through this because of that strength. They also want you to spend time with friends and family, loved ones. They will help you heal. Let them know what's going on and what you feel, so go and hug them and cry into their shoulders. You are not yet alone, and you never will be either. I think that some of your loved ones need to pass on now, they won't be able to send you as many signs and won't be able to be with you all the time anymore. This doesn't mean they're leaving completely, just that they won't be around as often. You can seek them out, whether that be through tarot, candles, prayer, or even just talking out loud to them, they will still always be with you in those ways. But I think this is a way to help you move on. The less you are reminded of them in everything you see, the easier it will be to breathe, to not be suffocated in their ghost. You will take one deep breathe, and then another, and then before you know it, you are living again. And I think that's all they ever wanted for you.

Signs From Them; Peacock's, Birds, Roses, Thorns, Stars, Night Sky, Crescent Moon, The Ocean, Lakes, Ponds, Fire and Flames, Everytime a Fireplace is Lit, Hawk's, Resolved Arguments(they came in to help bring the peace), Vultures, Red and Orange Flowers, An animal receiving help, Pets getting adopted, Mountains, Elephants, Eels, Happy Families, Pets Bringing Family Happiness, Spirit Animals, The Grim Reaper, Helping Animals, The Sun, Rivers, Salmons, Dogs, Cats(some of you definitely lost Pets, I'm so sorry❤️), Rabbits, Spiders, Webs, The beauty of Space, Your Favorite Childhood Cartoons, Their Favorite Childhood Shows, Bottled Messages, Purple Jewels, Blue and Dark Blue Jewels, Violet Jewels, Paintings, Art, Objects getting Miraculously Fixed/Repaired, New Moon, First Quarter Moon, Waning Gibbous Moon, Full Moon, Rain, Drops of Water, Tools(not sure why this one is a sign for some of you but they really wanted me to say it lol), Whispers, The Wind, I heard "Whispers on the Wind," The Cold, 5, 4, 55, 6, 44, 1, 66, 7, 3, 11, 33, 2, 1111, 111, 555, 12, 1212, 77, 22, 222

Think of Them When You See or Hear; Puzzles, Hair Clips, Accessories, Disney, Rubber Bands, Mechanical Parts and Tools, Art Erasers, DW(from Arthur,) Arthur the show, Francine(from Arthur), Fantasy Weapons, Swords, Daggers, Wrenches, Mechanics, Mercury, The Sun, Saturn, Neptune, Jupiter, Chiron, Taurus(Very Important for Some of You), Aquarius, Gemini, Pisces

Pile 3

Your loved ones are so proud of you! You've accomplished great things and if you feel you haven't yet, you will! I'm imagining an old granny clapping along excitedly at her grandkids, that sort of excitement. These loved ones seem very happy and optimistic. They believe in everything you do and practically leap with joy whenever something good happens for you. Very wholesome energy tbh. I get the feeling that some of these loved ones are waiting for you before they let themselves truly pass on. They want you to be with them as they go/walk through the pearly gates, so to speak(you don't necessarily need to believe in heaven for this to resonate). They don't want you to go before your time(I'm hearing something about suicide, so that might resonate with some of you) and in all likelihood, might even send you back were you ever to have any fatal encounters. It's not your time yet so go live your life! It feels almost like a fond scolding. Maybe some of these were kind grandma's lol. They may have also been a romantic partner. Lot of familial love coming in, either they were part of your family or felt close enough to be. Some of you may have big loving families, so the overwhelming familial love makes sense. I'm getting the vibe of getting big hugs, the ones that engulf you, that your family will give you no matter what, even if you've just seen them the day before. Those hugs that are so tight and full of love that the hugger even has to make a little noise of excitement lol. I think they're giving you a lot of spiritual hugs, even if you don't feel like you need it. This is a really positive energy. Maybe you always knew that this person was meant to go in your lifetime, so it wasn't as hard as it could have been. I get the sense that a lot of you spent so much time with these loved ones, that it made their passing a little more bearable. You got to tell them everything you felt about them and got to spend time and bond with them, so much so that it felt ok, fulfilling. There wasn't anything left to say to them because you already said what you needed to when they were here. You don't have any/many regrets when it comes to them because you were always with them, and did everything you wanted with them. They think you are so creative and capable of so much, and they cannot wait to see what else you accomplish in life! If you haven't moved on yet, though I'm getting the sense that many of you have, they are asking you to let yourself. Heal from this and make beautiful things that you can let out into the world. You can make a change in this world and they desperately want to see it, so that when they see you again they can talk about all you did. I think they want me to tell you that when you do finally see each other again, you're going to get the biggest fucking hug you've ever gotten from them! Awe, that sweet. It's an aggressively loving hug haha. They love you so so much, and can't wait to see you again. But only when it's your time!

(Note: I feel like I'm repeating myself a lot in this reading, maybe they had that issue sometimes, or maybe you do. Either way it feels fond in some way, like it was a quirk you loved about each other.)

Signs From Them; A Good Night's Rest, Storms, Snow, Strong Winds, Willow Trees, True Love, Romantic Love, Love between Two People of the Same Gender, Small white flowers, Birds, Large Birds, Orange Yellow White and/or Red Feathers, Lions, Griffin's, Anansi, Webs, Snakes/Serpents, Round Bushes With Flowers on Them, Laughter, Lighthearted Jokes and Pranks, Resolved Fights/Arguments, Healing Wounds/Injuries, Blood(I'm not sure why I'm getting that for some if you but take what resonates), The Virginia Mary(Lady if Guadalupe, Blessed Virginia, Our Lady, Mother of God/Jesus), Jesus, Red Orange and/or White flowers and Roses, The Sun, Motherly Love, Parental Love, Love From a Guardian, Love to a Child, Mexican Culture, Mexican Customs and Traditions, Fertility, Fields of Flowers, Fields of Fruit Trees, Water, The Ocean, Eels, Powerful and Strong Women, The Feeling Of Ambition, Powerful or Strong Hugs, Swans, Yellow and/or Orange Skies, Birds, Peacock's, Egyptian Customs and Traditions, Birds, Hawks, Crying Women(again, not entirely sure why this one popped into my head), Rivers, Stags, Sheep, Lamb, Dogs, Seals, Eagles, Deer, Butterflies, Purple and Violet Butterflies, Blue/Green/Blue Green Flowers, Pink Flowers, Tropical Plants, Turkey Vultures, Chameleons, Pink Hearts, Pink Jewels, Blue/turquoise Jewels, Wedding Rings, Storm Clouds, Windy Clouds, Fire, Sprouting Plants, Full Moon, New Moon, Waxing Gibbous Moon, 3, 6, 5, 8, 2, 7, 66, 55, 77, 666, 1, 555, 22, 11, 33, 111, 1111, 4, 5555, 222, 88, 55555, 888

Think of Them When You See or Hear; Weddings and Marriage, Golden Cups, White Handkerchiefs, Egyptian Stories and Folklore, Blades, Swords, Shepherds, Bells, Trashy Weddings(This Feels Fond), Ignoring Mechanical Work(Also Feels Fond, like personal experiences you or they had), A Cold Beer, Hearts Jewelry, Bottle Caps, Neptune, Uranus, Venus, Mercury, North Node of the Moon, Aquarius, Aries, Scorpio, Leo, Libra, Cancer

(Note 2: I'm getting the vibe that no matter your background, your family and/or loved one was/is very religious, and put a lot of value into cultural customs and traditions, and so there's a lot of religious imagery from different cultures and a lot of customs popping up as well.)

[hotmessmaxpress]

Hello!

If Marc were to ever get pregnant in the omegaverse, how would that impact his abandonment issues regarding Vale? Since a whole child is the most certain way of actually never ever separating (forever bound by the antichrist child of motorcycles racing).

Also how do the pack dynamics change?

🎤

(your writing is absolutely delightful and as addictive as crack cocaine, got me hooked and following you)

okay so this is hard to answer because there are sooo many good rosquez baby au's. (@its-always-silly-season has a rosquez baby au that lives rent-free in my head, @shooters4yuki has Baby Boots and Riding Suits where Vale is the mother-- an absolute must-read) Also as a child of divorce I must say a child does not prevent two insane people from separating lmaoooo

I think that in this specific au marc being pregnant would give him some amount of anxiety. It's the totally irrational feeling of 'now that vale will have a baby what if he doesn't need me anymore? what happens when I'm not the center of attention?' which is actually a super normal fear with new parents on both sides!!

On the other hand the pack and vale are so so insanely supportive. vale has never been more in love with marc and he has more than enough love for marc and their baby. Vale will not shut up about marc being pregnant and how he's going to be a dad and how he got marc pregnant (*pervy old man eyebrow wiggle*) and how hot marc looks pregnant. Vale is one of those guys. If it wasn't so adorable and exciting for everyone then it would be sort of gross.

The pack are out of their minds supportive. Bezz is the one who maybe has the most emotional crisis about it because he's the other omega and suddenly he's learning about how much marc and vale are happy about his pregnancy and marc is glowing and bezz is like "well fuck who is gonna knock me up now??? I want one". (obviously Bezz is still racing and isn't mated yet so getting pregnant is still pretty far off for him but that doesn't mean he doesn't start fantasizing just a little).

The pack are fully preparing to spoil this baby. They love her before she's even born (I love girl dad vale so I have decided they have a girl). She's going to have so many uncles ready to spoil the fuck out of her and take her on rides and generally endanger her life in cute and lovable ways.

Even with marc's anxiety it's sort of hard for him to ignore the support of his pack and his mate and his family throughout the pregnancy. By the time he has the baby he's sort of chilled out about his feeling of being replaced and he's soooo happy to have their itty bitty little baby that he doesn't even know what to do with himself. He loves getting to see vale be a dad and see the rest of the pack step up and help out.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Breaking Bonds Ch. 8

Summary: Being underestemated by your own peers can be an advantage that could bring upon the downfall of even the strongest foes. Warnings: None. Not proofread. A/N: No Rabban/Reader interaction and a lot of exposition. Lame and short but necessary chapter tbh, sorry.

"Some people were never taught to speak the language of softness. They were only taught the language of blood and fire. Still, they love - and they express that love the only way they know how."

[Previous Chapter]

At the dead of night a small cargo-starship requested entrance through Caladan's shields.

Gurney, plaqued by sleeplessness as usual, was the first one to be informed - and he knew that type of engineering all too well.

"A Harkonnen ship." His voice was flat, yet not fully capable of hiding the thrill of an upcoming battle. "What kind of deceit do those vermin try now?"

The Warmaster had already equipped his weapon, always in a hand's reach, as well as the shield he had never discarded of. Fast and firm steps led him towards the spaceport, eager to quench the thirst for his dead enemie's blood...

...however when he arrived, only two humans stepped out into the moonlight - one of them a hooded woman.

"Search the ship" Gurney ordered, then turning to his second in command. "Any other ships in the atmosphere?"

"No, Sir, Mr. Halleck, Sir!"

Hard to tell if this was good news or simply a trap still in need of figuring out.

Irritated about this obscure situation, he quickly assessed that interrogating one of you would suffice, thus logically eliminating the greater threat.

You winced when the man swung his blade towards your companion - one of Rabban's most trusted - taking a clean hit towards his neck. The cut was not deep enough to be lethal immediately, and you couldn't help but wonder if a fighter so skilled chose this cruel method intentionally.

Not minding the surroundings you knelt next to the soldier, unable to do more than holding his hand as he bled out on the ground.

Not long ago you would've been delighted to see one of them fall, as distasteful as it may sound...

...but now, seeing life leave those reddish-brown eyes you couldn't help but see a piece of Rabban in them. Sobs escaped your trembling lips, imagining what could await if his plan was to fail - or worse, if it succeeds.

There was not much time to ponder however, since you felt cold steel already pressed against the back of your neck.

"Raise your head." Gurney's voice was boiling with a hatred you were not unfamiliar with, pressing the blade deeper against the fabric of your veil. "Show your face. And don't try anything, scum."

You breathed in the scent of the now bloodsoaked grass - not quite like the climate back home, but compared with Giedi Prime refreshing nonetheless - and looked up to your possible executioner, a forlorn smile curving your lips.

The Warmaster's face fell when you revealed yourself, utter shock at those unforeseeable events instantly raising his guard again.

"Why? You..."

"Gurney!" another voice called out for the man, his posture stiffening at the sound.

"My Duke" he proclaims with the utmost respect, only to be harshly scolded. "Why have I not been informed about this?"

"We've had everything under control, Sire. Nothing Mylord should be bothered with in the middle of the night." His former hostility had been replaced with an astonishing submission, making you even more anxious as you saw the Duke and his entourage approach.

One of them, a bearded man with rather long hair, you recognized from Rabban's stories: Duncan Idaho, whose parents were once slaves born on Giedi Prime...and murdered through his hands.

The other that almost cut off your head just the minute before must be Gurney Halleck, then - another person whom The Beast had caused uncomparable pain.

Ironic, how Rabban's cruelty had forged not only his greatest enemies, but also House Atreides' strongest warriors.

So basically, not only were you on a foreign planet, you were also surrounded by people who rightfully wished for your husband's demise...

...or, if given the opportunity, to make his loved ones suffer, just as theirs have?

"I'm sorry for my men's thoughtless violence" the Duke now adressed you directly, "Their remarkable passion for defending those lands exceeds rationality, much to my frustration."

Leto generously offered you a hand despite his men's protest, observing you professionally distant yet also with a calming courtesy. "May I ask what brings you to Caladan at a time like this, and on a Harkonnen ship at that?"

"I-I'm..." you were reluctant at first - but then again, may as well die proud of the hardships you've overcome. "My name is Y/N Rabban, rightful Countess of Lankiveil, and I have an important message to deliver."

Everyone present fell dead silent as your married name dropped from your lips, and you were sure to have brought upon your own doom...

...but the Duke was reacting foremost, a raised hand enough to sign his subordinates restraint.

"Bring her inside" he urged, and that said two guards aided you upwards and after the ruler of this planet. You tried to avoid it at all cost, yet still locked eyes with Gurney of all people - and the bottomless hatred you deciphered in them was frightening enough to make you shudder.

It was a miracle that none of them had attacked you right then and there - but in the end, what would be greater: Their loyalty to the Duke, or a wish for retaliation? The former, as it seems...for now.

You gulped harshly as you were led through secret hallways, far away from unwanted ears. Their architecture was not unlike the Harkonnen kind, you reminisced as you admired the dark stone building with only minimalistic decoration.

Hopefully his concubine would be excluded from this inquisition as well. A Bene Gesserit knows no allies or moral more important than the mission of the order, after all.

Most likely she already knows about the Empire's plan to eradicate House Atreides, and merely endures the pain of losing everything without even daring to oppose.

Walking unassisted was still a hard task after the previous events, but you managed until you arrived at the destination: A hidden room with a round table, meant for emergency sessions of the Duke's most trusted council members.

Asides from Gurney and Idaho, the only other person present was a mentat called Thufir Hawat. A man as dutiful as he was honorable, or so you've heard. And greeting you with a surprisingly kind, compassionate look on his face.

You were offered a seat opposite to your...host? Captor? Only time will show.

"I promise, unless it's necessary, no harm will come over you" the Duke reassured you, "Neither from me, nor from my people."

Not very convincing you thought, feeling the other men's eyes burning holes into your back, certain if you were to say anything they wouldn't like to hear, it was over for you.

"You can speak freely, Countess. Why did you seek me out?"

"A trade, put simply." Folding your hands in your lap, you fondled with your thumbs as you searched for proper words. "I'll disclose important information that could possibly save your entire House - in exchange for my protection."

"Sire, you cannot possibly trust her-"

"Gurney, stop it" the Duke harshly interrupted, focusing his attention on you again. He leaned forwards with a stern yet sympathetic expression, even from afar noticing both old scars and new blemishes scattered across your body.

"You've been through a lot on Giedi Prime, unsurprisingly. I can assure you even without valuable information, you are safe here." Instead of directly asking the important questions, he wondered "How did you manage to escape all by yourself? Convincing your escort must not have been easy."

You couldn't help but smile at his curiosity, clutching the necklace Rabban had once gifted you. "I didn't. My husband arranged this for me."

All men in the room simultaneously furrowed their brows at your unbelievable statement, reactions varying from pity over irritation to sheer disgust.

Of course it would make no sense to them - the Beast they knew was not the same man anymore.

"Over time the Count grew fond of me" you explained truthfully, no matter how insane it might sound to them. "Even after I outlived my value to the curt, he intended to keep me as a Concubine. But he was denied that wish, and in order to spare my life in those abstruse political ties, had no other choice than to send me away."

The Duke nodded along with the sound of your voice, his interest in your story being the only reason the others wouldn't use violence to keep you from talking any further.

"I have to admit I don't quite understand" he breathes out, mentally exhausted. "What is it your husband is trying to achieve? Because I'm afraid if the Bene Gesserit want you gone, there's no planet in the known universe where you'd possibly be safe for long."

"That's why my death has been feigned, to stall for time" you sighed, adding "Though I know it won't be long until the truth may be revealed, no matter where I hide. The Holy Mother simply sees too much."

"What my husband desires is a vendetta, I fear." You bit your lower lip, watching Gurney's hand tremble in anticipation on the grip of his weapon. Thufir and Idaho however seemed torn between confusion and intrigue. "He tries to achieve it through sheer impossible measurements...and by a possible alliance with others who will soon be forsaken by the empire."

Now it was your eyes who'd soften with concern, revealing the truth the Head of House Atreides had already seen coming: "You most likely expect the Harkonnen to try and take Arrakis back from you - but you're not aware of the true extend of this treason." The Emperor will no longer be a mere bystander in this everlasting quarrel. He was convinced by the Bene Gesserit that your growing influence proposes a threat, and they all conspired against your House. Sardaukar troops will support the Harkonnens, and a traitor from the inside would deactivate your shields one night. Soon after you step foot on Arrakis, there'll be carnage."

"Lies, nothing but lies" Gurney practically growled by now, having decided that he heard you sputter this nonsense for long enough. "She was sent by her husband to spread distrust between us, weaken us in fear so we are more prone to mistakes!"

Much to your surprise it was Duncan Idaho who went between you and Gurney, whose blade was already pointed right at your face. "Let her finish." You could hear the same amount of bottled up rage and aversion in his voice, and yet he was in perfect control of those emotions for the greater good. "We can check her assertions without having a seed of doubt planted in our midst."

"...the spy is Dr. Wellington Yueh" you spoke almost mockingly as you slowly pressed the blade away from your line of sight. "You may think I'm delusional because Suk Doctors are conditioned unable to harm others. But in order to deactivate the shields, cut your communication and drug your most important men, he wouldn't have to."

The Duke was frozen, if shock or thought no one could tell. You admired his strenght to stay this collected after everything you had just revealed to him - knowledge that could make life as he know it collapse.

That's the strenght of a leader, you guess.

"Please do not be too harsh with him" you plead for the stranger, "The Baron held his wife hostage and did horrendrous things to her. He does not know yet that she is already long since dead. A salvation, if you ask me. I'm sorry."

"Duncan, make sure she is assessed and receives medical treatment" the Duke decided, his eyes absent and looking right through you.

"...and then throw her into the dungeon. I'm sorry as well."

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At the same time, an incomprehensible distance away, your husband was waiting for a sign - which one he wasn't sure of.

On Giedi Prime, while also being belittled, at least his violent nature was embraced and even encouraged. But now, after your love had caused what one could call a metamorphosis, he did not belong here anymore either.

Nothing compared to the brief yet blissful time he had spent dwelling in your presence - and now all that was left of it were the haunting nightmares of what they had made him do to the only good thing that ever happened to his life of evil.

Circumstance left him with no other choice than to send his beloved wife far away from him, and into the unknown fate or his enemies at that.

Yet it was the only chance to at least prolong your life, no matter how insignificantly low success may seem. He had to try or die in his attempts, for your sake at last.

Those past weeks, Rabban had been thinking about the possibility to pull through with a coup d'état, but came to the conclusion that even if he may succeed to get rid of his uncle and brother, the people of Giedi Prime would never willingly follow his reign. Not to mention, both the Emperor and the Bene Gesserit wouldn't be fond of him as a new Baron, let alone one to overthrow their whole society as they knew it.

So for for the first time in the many decades of his life, he wouldn't giving in to erratic rage, exercising his patience. No matter how hard it was to play his part and act like the man he was before you stepped into his life, he would bear with it...

...and then, one day, a package is delivered to his residence on Lankiveil, where he ought to be distracted from the hardships that come with having developed a conscience.

Rabban immediately recognized the ribbon it was tied with - part of the gown you had worn on your wedding night - and in his excitement almost tears it apart.

There's quite a few random items, along with receipts and other paperwork to not make it too obvious to others. For a moment he internally cursed his obtuseness, but then he finally found it: A hunting knife, the steel forged in Lankiveilan custom - which means it changes color when in contact with water.

Looking around, he takes the next best liquid - a bottle of alcohol, of course - and pours it over the black metal. As soon as it's touching each other, letters appear on the surface.

Written as mixture of Harkonnen and Lankiveilan words, a small riddle to decipher - yet it's instructions clear:

"During the next of Caladan's full moons. Come alone. X"

Your husband clutched the blade, his frightening grin merely an expression of pure rapture in thought of your reunion.

Soon he'd be able to hold you into his arms - and not even death itself he would allow to separate you again.

[skaruresonic]

I'm not going to act like I fully understand the intricacies of your language and culture, as it is mostly way out of my depth.

But seeing you talk about them at length is legitimately inspiring. You genuinely do have a lot of passion and heart for such things, in a way that it sort of makes my cynical ass feel a tad jelous :P

Sorry to be morbid again but it can't be understated how emotionally-charged language learning is for a lot of us given the added dimension of its loss via cultural genocide. It is one of the most important things you'll ever do and simultaneously psychically heavy.

Residential schools only took a generation or two to replace the language with English, because the students who survived were too traumatized to speak language at home. As parents, they often refrained from teaching their children out of fears their children would be made to suffer for it.

If we grew up hearing it at home, we might be more cavalier about it. That's why you can't really be as workaday about learning these languages is as you would for, say, French. You can go to any number of countries to hear French spoken. There are tons of resources available. You can immerse yourself fully in settings where people speak nothing but French.

We don't have that yet, but we're building toward that so one day, we might have native-born speakers again. That's why the program is called "we will carry on the language."

Skarù·ręʔ only exists here, and maybe in scattered fragments down south. Like any other indigenous language, it is deeply tied to a sense of family, culture, and place. It connects us to our culture, our ways of thinking, our grandparents and their grandparents, and really, the world. You can read old Skarù·ręʔ documents from the 1800s with relative ease because the language hasn't honestly changed that much at its core.

You can't go anywhere else to learn it. You must be taught it.

There's a poem by Eric Gansworth that perfectly encapsulates these sentiments, The Word for Gossip:

Loosely translated in English means “They say.” Tuscarora and English do not run through the cerebral cortex on the same groove. They are like the Two Row Wampum, a treaty pronouncing relationships between our people and the first white people arriving on our shores. We made it after those new people inexplicably decided the sand and everything following it was in fact theirs, decided that because we were not Christians, their god could not have meant it for us. Then we said skoden, agreeing and thinking they agreed, we must each travel side by side like two canoes, neither crossing in the other vessel’s movement forward.

Because they are different, the parts can not be parsed in English. Eee-ogg, or Eee-awk (depending on your family inflection) is not neatly divided. Eee is not they, ogg (or awk) is not say. And no, it’s not Ewok, the animate Teddy Bears from Return of the Jedi. And please don’t say “this is too hard to remember.” If you can learn to say Tatooine or Alderaan, or Obi-Wan Kenobi, or god forbid, Jar Jar Binks, you can learn to say Eee-awk (or Eee-ogg)

Tuscarora is a verb based language, an action language, where English loves its nouns more. In English you want to know who is doing scandalous things, the activity less important, as long as it’s juicy. In English, you want to say “I heard” and not “They say,” and if you don’t understand the importance of that difference, it is good that we travel our parallel paths, crossing only in the wake we leave to dissipate behind us.

[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Broken Fan - Chapter 1

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: Growing up was never easy for me, but finally I may have found some light in my very dark world.

Warnings: Mentions of death, parents death, mentions of abuse, homelessness, anxiety, ect

Series Masterlist here! Main masterlist here!

Do you ever feel like if you disappeared today, nobody would notice? The world wouldn't stop, your disappearance wouldn't be plastered on milk cartons or across news channels, nobody would even know or care. That was my life. Nobody knew me, or cared for me. Nobody noticed me, not really. I was a ghost, an invisible presence left alone, all alone.

My parents died when I was a baby, I was too young to remember who they were or what happened really. I know what my Aunt told me, they wanted a night to themselves, so she babysat me. Around 4 in the morning she received a phone call saying that they passed away, asleep in their beds when the fire took their lives.

I don't even remember having parents, I have photographs of us together, but their faces are unknown to me. I didn't know them, I didn't get the chance.

After the fire, I stayed with my Aunt. Things were weird there. She'd look at me with such heartbreak and disgust and I had no idea why. I was just a kid, what did I do?

But I must have done something wrong, because when I turned 6 she told me she couldn't take care of me anymore, and the next morning two kind people packed me in their car and drove me away. I never saw my Aunt again.

My first foster home was alright, I was happy for a little bit. There were a lot of kids in the house, various ages, both sexes. I didn't like the kids too much. They were loud and annoying, and hyper. They always wanted to play stupid games like hide and seek, or tag. I didn't want to play dumb games, I wanted something real. I wanted to connect, to have somebody next to me.

And eventually, I did.

Henry, my foster dad, was always there for me. He actually cared about me, noticed me, heard me. He would spend hours at night reading me fairy tales until I fell asleep, and during the day he'd teach me things like how to ride a bike or read.

I had an actual connection with him, he was the closest thing to a father I ever had, and I loved him more than anybody. I thought I finally had somebody permeant in my life, but I was wrong.

My foster mom Sandy didn't like me. She hated the fact that her husband had his attention on me, and she thought it was strange for a six year old to bond with an older man rather than the children all around me. She said it wasn't healthy.

So he was taken away from me. After many tears shed and heartbreaking hugs, I said goodbye to the only person who's ever seen me for me, and moved to a new foster home.

The new home was horrible. The parents weren't friendly, and I was the only child in their care. I was forced to follow their schedule which consisted of three boring things, every day.

Cleaning, school, homework, food, bed. No reading fairy tales, no riding my bike, no playing with toys.

I hated it there. I felt so alone, so invisible. So I left. I ran away thinking I'd be better off somewhere else. But as a 7 year old girl, I didn't get very far and as soon as I returned, things got bad.

At first, it was the belt. My foster dad would smack my arms hard, than my legs, sometimes my face if I was a bad enough kid. If I cried or continued to disobey, the belt was replaced with his palms. This happened for years, non stop torture.

I didn't stop trying to run away, every few months I'd take off, praying that nobody would find me, they'd leave me alone but everytime I was brought back and beaten worse.

Finally, the parent's gave up on me and I went to another home. But I was so angry, so filled with anxiety and rage that I drove away anybody who could possibly care for me.

By the time I was 18, I had been in 13 Foster homes. My last one wasn't too bad, but I didn't talk, I barely ate, I didn't connect. I didn't want another Henry situation. I didn't want to care about others because I knew they'd leave me.

And I was right.

On my 18th Birthday, my present was a knock at my door from my parents telling me I've aged out and I need to leave. I received a check to get me started, a bag of food, and a cell phone, than I was left alone.

The money wasn't much, definetly not enough to get an apartment so I decided to get a car instead. I ended up using all my money to buy a crappy little Honda Civic and I've called it my home ever since.

Sleeping in my car wasn't half bad, I had my own space, I didn't need to listen to anybody or share it with anybody, it was all mine.

One night I parked beside a motel that had free Wifi, and I was bored so I decided to find something to watch, I never really watched TV or movies, but tonight I wanted to.

The first show I found was something called Supernatural, and for some reason I felt a connection, like something was telling me to watch it.

God, am I happy that I did.

The show felt like home, it gave me something to look forward to, something to provide me comfort on the hardest of days. I felt connected, like I knew the characters and I was living their life.

And one of the characters, Dean.. He awoke something inside of me that I never knew was there. He made me feel like I wasn't crazy, that life was hard but I needed to keep going.

The more I watched, the more I started to feel like I belonged somewhere. The show pulled me out of the darkness slowly, convincing me that life was better if I was here to live it. It gave me hope. It allowed me to breathe again.

Today is my 25th birthday, and I was celebrating like I always did, drinking beer in my car and listening to music while mindlessly scrolling through a page for Supernatural fans.

I froze when I glanced about an article about Supernatural's newest convention, which happened to be a few hours from where I lived. Normally, I wouldn't think twice about going, people like me don't go to shows or events like this, but I needed this. I really needed it.

I checked my bank account and nearly leaped with joy when I realized I had enough for a ticket, living in my car finally payed off.

Without hesitation, I bought a ticket for the convention and for the first time, I felt excited. I felt hope beaming inside of me. I could finally be surrounded with people with similar interests, and feel normal for once. Hopefully.

The next morning, I walked into the office building I worked at, and made my boss Brad a coffee, like he always expected. Knocking on his door, I took a deep breath before entering, walking towards his marble desk and placing the coffee on the table.

He nodded before taking the cup in his hand and sipping it, like he always did. His eyes flickered up towards me when he noticed I haven't left yet.

"Do you need something?" He asked.

I swallowed hard and stepped closer to the desk, "I just wanted to ask you something if you had a moment."

He nodded for me to go on and I shook off the anxiety nearly suffocating me. Confidence, I need to have confidence.

"I was wondering if I could take a week off starting Friday evening, there's somewhere I need to go out of town."

He stared back at me, the silence was suffocating, the tension high. He shook his head and looked back down to the papers scattered across his desk.

"No, sorry that won't work."

It felt like a punch to my gut, I haven't taken one day off, I constantly worked overtime, I did everything and anything for this ass, and I can't take some time off?

I swallowed down the nerves and sat in the chair in front of his desk, noting the way he stared at me confused. "Sir, all due respect I have been working non stop for the past 7 months and I have never asked for a day off, I've never taken a sick day and I always have my work done, all I need is-"

Before I could finish my sentence, his hand was raised, eyes locked on mine. "I said no Y/N, is that all?"

I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I stood from my spot, making my way towards the door. Anger was bubbling through my system and I felt like I couldn't breath.

I turned quickly and sighed, "Actually, there's one more thing."

He scoffed and looked up towards me, awaiting my response. I swallowed hard and frowned, "I am not going to be back tomorrow, I quit."

His mouth dropped open and he stared back in shock, but I didn't stay long to hear whatever response he was going to throw at me. I rushed as fast as I could out of the building back to my car. I slammed the door as the tears rushed down my face.

What did I do? Why did I quit my job for a convention? What the hell was so special about this damn show.

I finally let go of all the feelings I was holding onto, bursting into sobs of pain and frustration. Life was harsh and unforgiving, every moment of hope was washed away.

The only thing I had left was the convention, and even than I was clearly going to be the outcast, the weird girl who looks like she's never showered or slept a day in her life.

Maybe it would be okay. Maybe things would be different here, the fans seem nice enough online, why wouldn't they be in person?

And if Dean Winchester was still inside Jensen, I knew he wouldn't look at me like I was garbage, if he ever even noticed me.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 2 coming soon stay tuned!

Like, comment, and reblog, feedback is my fuel 💕

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

social media’s in a nutshell, but the people who actually use them.

Twitter: So did I you know your an awful person?

also twitter: Racism, racism, racism, sexism, your best friend talking about a dog they saw, sexism, sexism, homophobia, homophobia, homophobia, transphobia, NSFW art from a mutual, transphobia, transphobia, and then the worst take in the history of worst takes by some 13 year old or maybe it was actually 30 something you can’t tell.

YouTube: “why YouTube has become a capitalist hellhole for anyone who dares speak about anything not consumer friendly: A video essay” 4 hours and 50 minutes long, 40,895 views.

also YouTube: “me and my friend are mermaids btw here’s how to do the mermaid spell! Easy in 1 step!” 26 minutes long.

also also YouTube: “I COMMITED TAX FRAUD AND TRIED TO OUTRUN THE AUTHORITIES CHALLENGE 24 HOUR CHALLENGE PART 1 OF 279” 10 minutes long and has almost a billion views.

also also also YouTube: “beheading” 13 minutes long, with 1,600 views.

ALSO ALSO ALSO ALSO YouTube: “HUGGY WUGGY TOILET NAKED VORE?” 20 minutes long, 8 million views.

4chan: be me> sexless loser> finds amazing wonderful woman who loves me for me> she’s fat> keep her until someone else comes> me and her do exercise and eat better> she becomes 100/10> gets married> has kids> love of my life>

also 4chan: ROBOTS, /B/ WE MUST UNITE THIS FUCKER BLENDERED A CAT WE MUST KILL HIM>

THAT (insert string of slurs) WILL GET WHAT’S COMING TO HIM>

FOUND HIS ADDRESS AT 404 CATBLENDER MAN STREET>

AUTHORITIES CALLED I GOT THE RSPCA AT THE HOUSE LETS GO /B/ FUCK YEAH THIS IS A WIN FOR ALL THE ROBOTS LETS GO>

also also 4chan: *the most graphic picture you have ever seen that haunts your soul and your life you will never be the same* hey /b/ look what I found>

also also also 4chan: guys, *insert the most out of pocket slur filled green post you hav ever seen* and that’s why I think (insert minority) are degenerates>

tiktok: *video of hatsune miku dancing with the caption* it’s not okay to encourage ED$ instead be kind and respectful and not be f@tphobic and @blei$t

also TikTok: *a video plays before quickly cutting out replaced with a new one* YOU ARE MAKING PEOPLE UNALIVE THEMSELVES WITH THIS TIKTOK GET HELP TRANS PEOPLE AREN’T GŘOÖMËRS AND PDFILES YOU ARE AWFUL!

also also TikTok: *a video plays of a montage of red and black text* you never saw me as real, you never saw me. I’m going to k1ll myself soon, life is too hard my parents have taken away my ps5 and my phones I am making this on my friends phone. Good bye cruel world.

also also also TikTok: *dangerous things happen in quick succession* “so that’s how you do a deep clean of your home!” comments : girly😭 NO you can’t use 🔥 on wooden floorboards 😰

comments: 💀💀💀 bro’s using chemical weapons to clean her sink💀💀💀

Comments: BLEACH IN YOUR FISHTANK? GIRL ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOUR BF’S DISCUS😬

comments: okay you did so many things wrong here and genuinely I’m surprised your are still alive-1

Cleangirly: no it was pretty safe idk what you mean🤷‍♀️

Comments:WHAT DO YOU MEAN SAFE? YOU SET A FIRE TO CLEAN THE FLOORBOARDS?-2

Also also also ALSO TikTok: *a video explaining why if you hate the color blue your a narcissist* yeah anyone who hates blue is a big red flag girlies

Tumblr: “guys penis” 1 million notes

also tumblr: *a long post explaining the intricacies of sexuality, sexism, the queer identity, toxic masculinity, and how colonialism and racism plays into it.* so yeah long post whoops.

reblog: *the most loaded toxic reblog you have ever seen* woman should all be killed.

reblog: *starts out making some form of sense then devolves* ALL MEN ARE RAPISTS AND SHOULD BE PUT TO DEATH NOW

reblog: *a story relating heavily to the post, which makes the original post better by its addition* so yeah some other re blogs are missing the point but you really put my experience into words thank you <3

reblog: *a picture of the tags filled with the weirdest take you have ever seen* Uhh who are you and can you leave tumblr? Thanks?

also also tumblr: gifly the gif, share gifly the gif because look at him *mindbogglingly fast images flash*

Quora: “why is the sky blue?”

answer 1: because god made it that way in his infinite wisdom

answer 2: because *long winded but concise explanation on how it works* I have a doctorate in this subject.

awnser 3: Long story short, it’s not blue it’s the ozone or something.

Facebook: “meemaw want to add you as a friend” *presses yes, anyone you have ever known tangentially appears in the Facebook friends page*

Also Facebook: “Gerald is my husband who I love”

Comments: that’s nice Geraldine, happy anniversary

Comments: *long winded conspiracy theory* that’s why the illegals want to rule the world and destroy us all

also also also Facebook: *random 5minute crafts video* TOP TEN LIFE HACKS FOR COOKING!

comments: oh what an amazing video! -Geraldine

comments: YOU CAN MAKE THE POPPED CORN WITH A COKA COLA CAN?

comments: I am showing this to my dear wife Geraldine. -Gerald

omegle: *video starts live-streaming and you see an older man’s cock* “…” “…” “you 13?” “…” *ends chat*

also Omegle: *you and a guy talk for ages* that was awesome here’s my socials! See you soon friend!

reddit: “why the Reddit mods are power hungry” *it is a screenshot of a screenshot talking about mod abuse.* “REDDIT WANTS US SILENT WE MUST FIGHT!” *deleted post*

also Reddit: “top ten anime wifus in (PEDO BAIT SHOW) and why I’d fuck them”

also also Reddit: “how do you fix a bolted screw valve on a pressure cooker…”

Vine: *5 seconds of comedy*

[thegoddessprose]

It's official... Chitarch has some domestic fluff and quality time as a love language.

I'm going a bit out of order here with this one... It's supposed to be post-Mockingjay when Chiasa and Plutarch are in a more established and public relationship. I needed a bit of fluff this month and I'm sure many others do too... Enjoy!

(I know a pinned masterlist is probably needed at this point and I'll pin it soon...)

As always, tagging @plutarchheavensbee

A cool, rainy winter day always tended to set the backdrop for a slow afternoon, and such a leisurely time on a weekend had Chiasa rifling through an unpacked box. It had been a few weeks since she'd moved in with Plutarch, but they’d both been so busy, a lot of housekeeping was either neglected or outsourced. Keeping her fashion house afloat and guiding her nephew and his girl Minerva (Yes, Minerva… She was still amazed how the young woman was able to fool her) through the early days of parenthood was hard work. Plutarch's television and democratic guidance filled his schedule as well, and while they found time for each other, be they apparences at his side, his growing attachment to Marcus, and even just evenings… Real days off ought to have ration coupons of their own.

At least now, Chiasa had time to sift through some of her parents’ old things. Even though the new staff was wonderful, it wasn't easy for her to trust practical strangers with such memories. She’d examined a pair of old gloves that belonged to her mother; a bit of wear and tear, but fixable. Tigris did make them, after all. A couple of old polaroids made an appearance as well… The four of them; her mother, father, herself, and her sister before the world got the best of them… Her mother, father, and Tigris at her very first show, how the three always smiled… Herself and Quinta on their first day at the Academy. Eww… The uniforms were absolutely hideous back in the day and she remembered cutting hers up the day she graduated. At least they had the sense to update 20 years ago, so Marcus was never caught in that outmoded monstrosity.

There was one thing that caught her eye, though… An old blue binder filled with lightly aged paper. She took it out and opened it to a recipe written in her father's neat handwriting. So that's where she left this… Back at her old place, she’d kept these in the kitchen, but she must have been feeling nostalgic and sorted it accordingly. She couldn't help but smile as she recalled her father in the kitchen, humming or scat singing as a rock n’ roll or jazz record played and he whipped up another spicy smelling culinary masterpiece. He adored cooking, the way it brought so many people together and was one of the few ways he stayed in touch with his roots. What a time to remember, to be alive then… Hmm…

The chicken cassoulet in the front, while delicious, wouldn't do with the rationing about. Perhaps a yaki dish? Of course! Kare was simple enough, delicious, and she still had some good roux.

Now to recruit some help…

It wasn't surprising to find Plutarch in his library, hunched over an old book with a notebook on the side. Maybe Chiasa should have scolded him for working on a day off, but he looked so damned cute in his reading glasses… Still, she couldn't lean on that doorframe forever, lest she forget her mission. Quietly, she snuck behind his chair and reached over to gently rub his shoulders. Glancing at the familiar pink on her nails, he relaxed and leaned into her touch.

“Dear… Now this is worth getting used to,” he murmured.

She moved beside him and leaned down for a soft kiss.

“This place was always so very you… But this room? If it were any closer, there would be a cozy little fire in that fireplace,” Chiasa remarked, “What would it be… The warmth of your embrace? Your burning passion to light the world?”

“I see you’ve been looking into that poetry I’ve suggested,” he quipped, “But that's not a bad idea… It should be fixed in a few days and I’ve been meaning to replace that rug…”

What an idea, the two of them curled up together on a beautiful night, and maybe eventually lost in each other… Although… was he trying to distract her from his desk work? His chicken scratches and shorthand could be tough to read at times, but the wizened book was clear enough; Chiasa spotted the name “John Locke” on the spine, one of the thinkers he loved talking about.

“As much as I love your dedication, what have we said about all work and no play?” she asked.

“That it makes me a dull boy and you a dull girl… Not to mention our first foundation,” Plutarch replied, squeezing her hand, “But you know… Locke believed that we're not born knowing, but that we have to learn through life and study, like I am now.”

“I can't argue with him there… The world definitely has its ways of delivering life lessons, both beautiful and harsh,” she agreed, “But… Does he say anything about working oneself to death or eating between lessons?”

He thought for a moment. “I think being fed would fall under the “life” part of his life, liberty, and property… As for work, that's a good question to consider, especially with the labor unions popping up in the Districts–”

“Plutarch…”

When he opened his mouth to protest, a growl from his stomach betrayed him.

“I suppose I could take a little break…” he relented, “Perhaps if you join me back here afterwards.”

Not a bad plan… So long as they got to just be human for a while. Chiasa led him to the kitchen and opened the binder on the counter to the curry recipe.

“You know, I’ve told you how I grew up, how food was important to my family… With is settled in and some time on our hands… I love you, and I’d like to bring you into the fold too,” she said.

“I love you too… And I’m honored,” Plutarch replied before studying the recipe, “I think I’m familiar… Marcus really likes this, doesn't he?”

“Oh, his favorite is not for the faint of heart… He likes a ghost pepper roux. I have one on hand that's closer to my dad's original.”

Her darling nephew always had extreme taste buds… Always going for the sour candies and spiciest meals. It could have been worse, he could have liked everything plain. Her father would be turning over in his grave if such a thing happened in their own family.

Chiasa started to gather the ingredients while Plutarch gathered the equipment and utensils. Once the pair donned some aprons, she noticed him looking excited, yet still a bit apprehensive.

“I have to warn you, I'm still a little new at this,” he said.

“I don't think there's much to worry about, I’ve seen you bake bread before,” she replied with a reassuring smile, “And you’ve done it well.”

“True, but that’s baking. Baking is more precise. Cooking, however… There's a lot of experimentation, trial and error… And you eat it rather than look at it or wear it or program it.”

“Cooking is an art for a reason… Some of these are family recipes, but a lot of them came out my my dad's experimenting… But was I ever the willing lab rat,” she recalled, “But hopefully a recipe will have you more comfortable… Why don't you start by slicing the onions while I take care of the meat.”

Chiasa started cutting some chicken into strips and glanced over to see how her partner was doing. Keeping his glasses nearby was smart; an age old trick to stave off the tears. Luckily, he seemed to be a natural. He managed the potatoes with minimal guidance too while she took care of the more complicated carrots. Once she lightly seasoned the meat, she was happy to see everything else ready.

“Great job!” she praised, “I’ll make a sous chef of you yet, Ploot… Now, before we stew, all this needs to be sautéd. I can take care of that, but I’d like you to pay close attention.”

As she turned on the stove, he stepped towards her and cheekily put an arm around her waist.

“Close enough for you?” he teased.

“It's a start…”

Once it was warm enough, Chiasa tossed the onion wedges into the pot and they landed with a satisfying hiss. She gave Plutarch a kiss on the cheek before grabbing a pair of cooking chopsticks to stir. Her father liked to say everything tasted better with them, after all.

“Only stir them occasionally… You want them translucent and a nice brown color,” she instructed.

She felt his head rest against hers, and she couldn't help but blush and chuckle to herself. As she finished, she held herself back from pouting at the thought of him letting go, but he had to learn…

“Honey, why don't you add the garlic and ginger, and I’ll tell you when to add the chicken,” she requested.

Thankfully, he seemed to feel the same, but managed to play off his own disappointment as playful. Once he added the aromatics, she was quick to stir it in, making sure none of the onions missed out on the extra flavor. As the chicken was added, Plutarch took a whiff of the strong aroma and grinned.

“Mmm, that's starting to smell incredible…”

“And we're not even finished yet,” she gushed, “Do remember when we add the broth, it barely covers everything so far.”

The remaining ingredients had to simmer for a few minutes, and even Chiasa had to admit she was getting hungry too. Even so, she was still grateful to finally have time to share this with Plutarch. He really knew how to run himself ragged, but admittedly, she wasn't much better, even before they got together.

“Looks like it's already turning out great… I’ve heard tales of your father's cooking, I’m excited to try something of his,” he said as he gently pulled her close.

“If only you could have tried it in person… I know I try, but I could never live up to it. I guess he had this natural kind of talent,” said Chiasa, “It really is a shame you never met…”

“From what Tigris told me, he was a lot like you… Tender-hearted, passionate, a quiet sort of strength in adversity…” he mused, “I’d like to think we’d get along just fine.”

Chiasa cupped his face and rested her forehead against his. “And I'm sure he’d love you once he knew you… Maybe he might be a little bit shocked at us, but we both know he wasn't much better.”

The couple dissolved into laughter at such a thought… After all, Tigris was still fairly young when she and him started seeing each other. Technically, Plutarch was much older than the catlike stylist was back in the day when he and Chiasa started things up.

Unfortunately, their embrace was interrupted by the ding of the timer. Oh well… All would start again soon. She cleaned out the foam, got out a wooden skewer, and turned to him.

“Pop quiz… How can you tell that it's all cooked?” she asked.

“Hmm… Good question. I’d probably say it's a certain look or smell, but I suppose it has some to do with the skewer in your hand,” he replied.

“Right. If you can stick this all the way through a dense veggie, it's time to add the roux. Wanna try?” she asked.

“I don't see why not.”

He took the skewer from her and carefully stuck it into a potato on top of the mixture. It indeed went all the way through.

“Wonderful,” she praised, taking out a jar filled with brown cubes, “Now for the roux… These were made from scratch a while ago, my dad's traditional way… Cayenne, tumeric, nutmeg, black pepper, thyme… dash of citrus and chili. It's a medium kind of spice, but that was low for him.”

“I can handle it,” he reassured her, “I imagine he hated state dinners and galas…”

“Oh yes… If any of his committees were throwing something, he did his best to get ahead of the catering,” she replied, “If not… He always had a little vial of paprika in his pocket.”

“He would have hated the family dinners I had growing up.”

“From what you’ve told me… It's hard to imagine anyone would.”

Chiasa turned to give Plutarch a brief hug as he stiffened at the memory, then slowly nodded. His stories of his younger years seemed so stiff, orderly, and cold as patrician families could be at times. She recalled him not knowing how to react when she showed him genuine tenderness; hell, even when she started flirting with him, he wondered if she had some ulterior motive.

Even when he couldn't hold his emotions back one night, he was cautious and confused at what she believed was common sense in comforting a loved one. Once she held him, however, he'd melted. He let his tears out on her shoulder and held on tightly, as if he was afraid she’d disappear. She'd realized the poor man was so deprived of unconditional love and any sense of security that she'd nearly teared up herself. Right now, hopefully along with the brave new world, he could start to move on from an isolating past.

Chiasa let go and gently stroked his cheek. “You don't have to go back… I’m here for you. This meal always felt like a warm hug to me too.”

Plutarch shut his eyes and smiled. “Thank you… I suppose by now you know how incredible it feels to hear such a thing… And actually believe it.”

She invited him to dissolve the roux as she held a ladle of broth to speed the process along. The concoction smelled so wonderful as it finally came together; maybe a little strong for some, but comforting for the right people.

“Now, traditionally, this is served with rice, but we don't have any,” Chiasa lamented, “I checked.”

“With all the talk of trial and error, surely we can find something else.”

Plutarch eyed a nearby breadbox and opened it, revealing half a loaf.

“Well… Most stew-like meals are served with bread for dipping, aren't they?” he added.

“Yes, you're right! And homemade too… Perfect!” she gushed, “Really, I’m surprised there's still some left… Yours is just delicious.”

“Hmm… I suppose we have been a little preoccupied this week,” he relented, “I'll slice some for us, you grab some bowls.”

A most unusual suggestion of eating in the library followed. Chiasa was almost skeptical until she saw Plutarch set the old book and notebook safely aside as she set her bowl on one side of the desk. Before she even asked, he was quick to pull up a chair for her to sit in across from him. As they sat, she watched him sniff at his bowl curiously before dipping his bread in for a bite.

“Hmm… Mmm!” he praised, “This is really something… A little bite, but not terribly spicy… Some umami to be expected… Oh! Didn't expect the sweetness. I don't remember adding anything sweet…”

She chuckled a bit at her lover analyzing such a homey dish like a food critic. What an adorable quirk…

“That's in the roux,” she explained, “It's normal to have some secret ingredients with curry, and I’ve told you about the cayenne and black pepper, thyme, nutmeg… But also a bit of honey and cinnamon. Do you taste it, honey?”

They both took another bite at the same time, and Chiasa couldn't help but smile at their results. It certainly wasn't bad for a non-cook, and she couldn't help but warm up inside… And she finally could understand why, the very same reason she looked forward to Tigris’s visits when she was a girl.

Plutarch was a bit more thoughtful in his bite, almost as if he was switching from fine dining to viticulture with his slow, pensive chews.

“Yes… That's it. It's all coming together now,” he replied, “And what about you, dear? I know you're used to it, but surely having it again still brings back some memories.”

“Oh it does… Dare I say, even better, like my whole self has been lifted up.”

“Hmm?”

“Well… I guess there is a reason for it,” said Chiasa, “Of course, food wasn't just a way of keeping my dad's cultures going, but a way of bringing people together. Serving is one thing, but preparing them with someone is different… Sometimes you can taste that bond, and it's all the better.”

“Ah… You're saying it's better because we made it together,” he replied.

“There is that sense of accomplishment, but I got it whenever I helped out, but it wasn't quite the same,” she said, “This… I hadn't had anything like it in many years. Actually, I don't think I’ve experienced it myself. It's a little hard to explain to someone who isn't used to this, but… I guess you could say we added another secret ingredient.”

Plutarch smiled and took her hand across the desk.

“And here I thought ‘made with love’ was another corny saying… But I suppose you’ve been proving most of them right for a while now,” he replied tenderly, “I should have spotted it from the beginning. You were so happy, so excited to share this dish and get me involved. I was a little out of my element, but your ease, your enthusiasm… Just the way you smile and light up when you're in yours… It soothed me immediately.”

It was lucky the couple were fond of those bowls, otherwise Chiasa would have lept over that desk immediately just to get close.

“Oh, Plutarch… That's beautiful.”

“It’s exactly what I think… I love you.”

“I love you too…”

It wasn't long before both were finished and the leftovers and dishes were stowed away. As promised, however, they’d soon returned and Plutarch was in his big chair once again. When Chiasa tried to take her original seat, he shook his head.

“This might get a bit complicated, you should get a little closer to read it with me,” he said.

“Oh? How close?”

He patted his lap with a sly grin and she smirked and sat. Almost immediately, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a deep kiss. That sly bastard… but one of the best traps to fall into.

“You're so damned devious, Ploot,” she murmured against his lips.

“You know I try, Chiasa.”

She pouted when they had to pull away, but the spark in his blue eyes as he opened the book back to its marked passage. As much as she worried about him working himself to death, his dreams for the future always had him hopeful, animated, and so handsome in the light…

They really should invest in that new, softer rug for the fireplace if they were going to spend their off-days trading passions like this. And it was shaping up to be a wonderful way to spend their quality time.

“Darling, go on… What is it that Mr. Locke says that you love so much?” Chiasa asked.

“I said before that knowledge isn't innate, but the rights of life, liberty, and property are, and any government who denies them deserves to be overthrown.”

“But of course… You’ve managed that already. And what's this letter the book is talking about?”

“A Letter Concerning Toleration… It's been a while since I’ve read through it… I remember it being a little dated for our time, but maybe we can apply culture as well as religion to it… Let's go over it together.”

[yinandyanglifestyle]

How can I handle things when my life is unbalanced?

by: Somaly

Namaste wonderful souls and dear readers, 

From August and September 2024, I had handle with my own health issues and parents health issues as well. I called it as a big test and unbalanced moments in my life that I never imagined and thought of. Now I asked myself what should I do next?  Can I handle these at the same time? And how can I manage my health priority vs parents' health?.

My parents live in the countryside in Cambodia.  They turned 70. Cambodia health system is still improving and limited with people who have low income. They did not have general health check up. My father has heart issues, high cholesterol, and high blood pressure. Three years ago, he went to hospital and had critical illness. We almost lost him. Fortunately, he became better and recovered from his illness. My mother also has high blood sugar (diabetes type 2), and high blood pressure. She was in hospital and she had critical condition. Her health became stable and good progress. She might have further surgeries.

I had two surgeries for breast lump last year, and I currently found out that I have some new lumps. I also deal with endometriosis and adenomyosis. It could be sad and disappointing for some people however I believe in a positive mindset and attitude. Fortunately, I found them during their early stages. My health and body are going to healing and getting better in future. I believe in traditional and modern health beliefs health system.  I have tried different methods such as follow the surgeon's instruction, have acupuncture treatments, and I also would like to have herbalist appointment in November 2024. 

During these difficult challenges and chaotic moments, I prayed and send positive intentions that my parents are going be healthy again. I also calmed my emotions and mind by video calling with my parents, spending time in garden, listening to some mantra, creating video contents, writing my stories, sharing my experiences, and reading some psychology books (self-actualisation, self-help techniques, attitude change, happiness, and mental health).

I have received love and support from my families, friends, and communities. I felt safe, belonged, and secured. My heart is fully grateful and blessed. I learned to accept and let's go of my expectations. There are many people who might have similar experiences and some people might face more difficult situations than my own experiences. I don't complaint or ask why I have to face these challenges in my life? These challenges and difficulties help me become stronger and be aware of my body needs.

Here are my recommend books that the books have positive messages and great stories. 

I feel released and expend my viewpoints in my life. My life can be little hard at moments, but I never lost my hope and strength. These experiences could prepare me for the better future and blessings. When I was in my 20s, I was scared and avoided these difficulties, challenges, and unbalanced moments. Now I am ready to overcome these experiences. I am not alone any more. I have my families, husband, friends,  and communities who willing to listen to my stories, say positive, encouragement, and uplifting words. I feel safe, secure, belong, guided, and protected in the world. I pray for peace and comfort to everyone who has the same experiences. you are not alone. there are some people who might have far more difficult circumstances and situation in their life. I hope we can overcome these test together. 

I can't wait to visit with my parents soon. I am going to share some beautiful moments, delicious foods, countryside view, and recommended restaurants in Cambodia.  

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