#and went through great risk to see it done

[twifairy]

A thing that fascinates me about Genshin and Klint as posthumous characters

When we finally find out who they are in 2-3 they are presented as a brutal murderer and innocent victim but, to my memory, almost every single character who talks about Genshin has some sort of virtue to list about him. He is noble, well-spoken, honest, good father, he saved Barok's life once

Klint doesn't seem to have any of that. It's not until you're in the endgame that Barok defends his brother's honor, but none of the things he says really seem to paint him as virtuous. He was extremely fastidious. He was an incredible prosecutor. He would be happy his death led to the Professor's arrest. His sense of justice was strong— some would say too strong.

Barok even admits that he suspected Klint once, but it wasn't until the third murder (the Lord Chief Justice) that he denied the possibility. He believed him capable of the first two, and blackmail wasn't even in the consideration.

The game is really really good at showing the way grief twists your image of a person— you're forced to see Kazuma for who he is even though you missed him dearly and want the closeness of the first two cases again

By all means, I think Klint was a kind, loving, noble person. But in his death he only gets to be seen as an otherworldly, heroic figure— something he never wanted

[leupagus]

Tuesday's House Budget Vote and what you may not have heard about

I'm reposting this from a reblog of a really great post about the work that Representatives Mullin and Pettersen did in voting against the GOP budget on February 25th, because I don't want to detract from that message.

Instead, I want to talk about the larger implications of H. Con. Res. 14 itself, and why the Democrats risked so much (in Mullin's and Pettersen's cases, actual harm) in order to show up for this vote.

The vote in question is starting the first of quite a few votes for the upcoming GOP budget; it's not a done deal by any means, this was just the vote to get it started, so to speak. But it was still a very, very, VERY important vote, because not only would failure be catastrophic, but so would a win that just barely squeaked by.

And this one squeaked like a fucking mouse in Murray's Cheese Shop.

Speaker Johnson has been waffling on putting this to a vote because there were several outspoken GOP members who talked a big game about opposing it. Usually this doesn't matter, since most bills get some bipartisanship, but at present the House is in GOP hands with only a three-member margin of error, with two seats vacant (note: those two vacancies are FL 1 and 6, which are holding their special elections on April 1 — lol — and which are EXTREMELY unlikely to flip but hey miracles happen! Donate or phonebank if you'd like!). And Democratic representatives have been voting in a bloc against...well pretty much everything the GOP's been pushing through since Trump took office. Not only that, but this budget is legit unpopular with a number of Republicans, so much so that Johnson pulled the vote at first on Tuesday because he knew it would fail if the GOP members who'd threatened to vote against it actually went through with it. What he needed was to either convince them all to fall in line, or resort to cheating.

So he did both!

He and Trump strongarmed all but one of the GOP holdouts into voting yes (Congressman Massie is in many ways a turd in a toilet, and his reasons for voting no were bad, but he did stick to his guns, I'll give him that). Reports of Trump actually screaming at one of the (female, naturally) GOP holdouts are...well, unsurprising, but that's how panicked they were about getting this bill started. Usually the Whip does this work, but Tom Emmer's been laughably bad at it and so they had to get Trump to actually do some work. Which is itself sort of astonishing. But even then, they weren't sure they could get it done.

Which leads us to part two of Johnson's plan: blatant cheating. During Pelosi's last session as Speaker, she allowed for proxy voting in light of COVID and, you know, the general state of things, but the second the GOP got back the gavel they nixed it right in the bud. This puts the Dems at a disadvantage right now because at least three of them are out for medical reasons — Mullin and Pettersen, as well as Congressman Raúl Grijalva who's fighting cancer at present. (He was the only Democrat who couldn't get to the floor for this vote, fwiw, and anyone who insists he should've can suck my left tit.)

So Johnson adjourned the House for the evening, sending everyone home, but told the GOP members to stay and then tried to rush through the vote before the Dems realized what was happening. His hope was that enough Dems would be caught flat-footed/not see the recall notice/be asleep watching Taskmaster (whoops that was me) by the time they got the message to get back to the floor. That way he could lose the holdouts but still pass the budget onto the next phase.

However! While Nancy Pelosi no longer rules the Democratic caucus with her iron fist and fabulous coats, my man Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries learned quite a lot from her (and is pretty fucking genius himself). Not only did he and the other House leadership expect this kind of chicanery from Johnson, they had planned on it.

Because here's the thing: Mullin and Pettersen didn't get on a plane at the last minute on Tuesday; they'd gotten to DC on Monday, without telling anyone they were in town. They actually hid from the GOP members all day Tuesday in order to lull Johnson into thinking he had more of a margin than he did; if the GOP holdouts really had voted against the budget, then it would've failed. Which would have been a biiiiiiig problem for Johnson and Trump.

As it is, it's still a biiiiiiig problem for Johnson and Trump, because now they know just how razor-thin their margin is. More importantly, they also now know that the Dems will fuck with them just as much (if not more) as they will fuck with Dems. Congress (and the USA in general) has operated for years on the assumption that Democrats operate in good faith, while taking it for granted that of course the GOP ratfuck as much as humanly possible.

This moment is a chilling one for the GOP; they can't assume anymore that Dems will play fair or fight clean. Which seems like a very small thing in the larger picture right now, I know, and I also know that people would love for their Democratic representatives and senators to be more vocal and angry in public ways. I get that!

But this move on Tuesday night? Is actually going to have far bigger consequences than any meme or viral video or clever soundbite from a politician. Democrats are no longer playing by the rules that the GOP's ignored for years (if not decades); they're playing by the GOP's own rules, and they just might win.

[seat-safety-switch]

Have you ever gone that extra little bit on a project, only to completely ruin it? We all have. Being human is about trying harder and then immediately regretting any additional effort we spent on it. Whether it be running your sleeve through some fresh paint, trying to adjust some setting glue, or even going back for that last little polish only to fuck the whole thing up forever, never doubt your ability to snatch failure from success.

True experts know the secret to delivering consistent results every time: slack off at the end. Just resist that urge to go the extra mile, and be happy with the miles you already accomplished. Learn to use the magic phrases "good enough" and "I'm happy with it." In this way, you will avoid disaster. Hell, the bible says they took the seventh day off after creating all of existence, and things turned out kind of sort of okay even after coasting to the finish on that one.

There is, however, a hidden risk. Bear with me now. If you are constantly half-assing to the certain amount, eventually you will get a lot faster with practice. Soon, you'll be able to get done in a half-ass what you once needed three quarters of an ass to complete. It is in this extra quarter-ass that danger lurks, for this is the new place where you will be tempted to go above and beyond. Oh, things finished up so much faster than before, I still have time to– No. Stop it. Now you have more time to post about how great this one went on the internet, and then start a new project!

I hope that this is helpful and instructional for all of you. I'd write something more after this sentence, but I think things are going pretty well already, and I'd be afraid to fuck it up with some incomprehensible analogy to giraffes that would get etched on my tombstone. See? I went too far as it is, now it's all weird.

[melminli]

what would it be like to be in a romantic relationship with cho hyun-ju? l headcanons

short summery - a few scenarios about dating the one and only, cho hyun-ju! (w/ fem!reader)

a/n: i’m not a trans person so i obviously can't know what that feels like, but i also never want to ignore that part when writing smth w/ her since it's an integral part of her identity! lmk if there ever is something that i should fix!

dating hyun-ju would probably have to happen either before her transition or quite a while after because she just wouldn't be in the right headspace to meet someone new during the early stages of all that change. it just would be a period in her life where she needs a lot of space and time for herself, so romantic relationships would definitely not be one of her priorities.

however, dating hyun-ju before she starts her transition would give you both several options on how to manage this step in your relationship. firstly, you would have to think about your sexuality a bit, if you haven't already done so. especially, if you would still want to be with her! it would obviously be difficult for hyun-ju to finally decide to come out to you because she loved you and didn't want to risk losing you, but of course, she would still respect any decision you made! sometimes you just have to let go of the things you love, even though it would break her heart if you decided to stay friends. but, either way, she was glad that she could trust you with this!

dating hyun-ju after she came out to you would lead to you helping her as much as you could through the steps of feeling more comfortable in her body and standing by her side after losing family and friends. you were ready for her to share her mental problems and more with you, so that you could support her, but hyun-ju would try to burden you as little as possible with all that stuff. having you by her side was enough for her and she also just didn't like complaining to the one person who made her forget about all the negative things in her life. so, maybe after a while, you two would agree that she should try therapy! it would be something that could reinforce her in a way that she felt more comfortable with when it came to her problems, and it would help her tell you about some things in a way that wouldn't overwhelm you or her.

dating hyun-ju would generally mean that you would always feel safe by her side, not only because she was a very understanding person and a good listener - but also because she was well aware of her own physical strength! there was a time when she was very ashamed of it and it wasn't her fault that society didn't consider muscles and stuff to be 'feminine', but you didn't want her to dislike herself for something that you loved about her. so, you did some research and discovered some great female personal trainers, wrestlers, and the like to show them to her! self esteem wasn't something that could be built overnight, but seeing other women who were like her and confident should still help somehow, right? besides, you two eventually started being fans of these people!

dating hyun-ju would mean that she would unconsciously take care of you in different ways. whether that meant taking you out somewhere or cooking for the two of you. honestly, you would have a hard time returning the favor because hyun-ju would insist that she liked giving more than taking, but she also deserved to sit back and relax sometimes! so, there would be more moments over time when she would let you take the lead and let herself get spoiled a bit.

dating hyun-ju would involve, that you only had to mention something you liked in a conversation once for her to buy it for you. she's pretty observant when it comes to things like that!

dating hyun-ju would mean that when you went to bed at night, you would often have long pillow talks until one of you fell asleep. the length of the conversations always varied, of course, but you both especially cherished the time on days when you were recovering from a busy week. you would just lie close to each other for quite a while, whispering quiet things to each other while the nightlight was on, and find comfort in each other's presence.

[drfranklangdon]

Buck hears the chopper land and knows exactly who’s in the pilot’s seat. He looks over to Bobby, who is talking to Athena and a man he doesn’t recognize. Before he can ask, he’s cut off. “Make it quick.”

Buck grins and turns on his heels. Then he full-on sprints down the freeway, weaving through the sea of passengers and ambulances. He nearly knocks Eddie over and hears him snark something about being ‘thirsty’ to Hen.

Finally, he gets to the end of the make-shift runway they made. Tommy jumps out of the cockpit, looking insanely hot in his flight suit. The memory of him wearing it, and only it, while Buck went down on him a few weeks back flashes in his head. He quickly reminds himself they’re in public. There are too many cameras around for him to get a semi right now. “Pilot Kinard.”

Sauntering over to him, Tommy doesn’t shy away from checking his boyfriend out – eyes slowly scanning over Buck’s frame. “Firefighter Buckley.” He’s the hottest man to walk the earth. “Got a patient for me?”

“A-a patient?” Buck stammers, getting a little (a lot) lost watching Tommy’s lips as he spoke. “Oh y-yeah, the patient!” Buck looks behind them, to where Chim is doing his final check on the pilot Athena and the passengers kept alive through the crash. “He’s stable. Machine got his pulse back.”

“Great. Donato’s setting up for medevac.” They are so close. But they are tragically not touching. Tommy hasn’t even so much as given him a shoulder pat or ruffled his hair. Buck’s vibrating out his skin. He needs his boyfriend’s lips on his right now. “We have five minutes.”

That’s all Buck needs to hear. He quickly looks around; everyone else is busy with other survivors. He grabs Tommy by the collar of his flight suit and slams him against the closest engine. He crashes their lips together, tongue first.

Tommy makes the same surprised moan he did when they made out in the hospital. It takes a second for him to catch up, but he makes up for it by licking the roof of Buck’s mouth and pulling his hair, keeping them as close as possible.

“Don’t ever pull a stunt like this, okay?”

“Mmm hmm.” Tommy mumbles against his lips. Buck knows he can’t really make that promise. As a pilot, there’s always the risk of something going wrong. He doesn’t like to think about it.

Buck kisses his chin. “You’re texting me every time you take off…” Another to his jaw. “… and again when you land.”

Tommy chuckles and Buck can feel the vibration against his chest. “Of course, Evan.”

“Good.” He taps his chest. His strong and firm chest.

Tommy attempts to smooth down Buck’s curls, having messed them up during their embrace. “Once you’re done here, you coming over? I’m cooking.” Sounds perfect, exactly what Buck needs after a day like today. “I wanna hear all about you saving the day – I heard something about a motorbike?” He adds with a tilt of his head. Buck knows exactly what that glint in his eye means.

Giving another quick look around, he bites at Tommy’s lip – unable to hide his playful smirk as he grabs a fistful of his boyfriend’s ass. “Of course I’ll come over…” He kisses past his cheek to bite at Tommy’s ear lobe “… Daddy.” He whispers – just for him.

Tommy curses under his breath and his grip on Buck’s hips tighten. “Evan –“

“Buckley! Stop distracting my pilot.” Lucy yells from the chopper. “Get your ass overhear, Kinard!”

They, begrudgingly, separate. Tommy turns around once he’s halfway to the chopper. “We’re finishing this later.” Buck can’t help but bounce on his heels, arousal and excitement coursing through him. Buck not caring at all about failing the ‘not getting a semi’ plan.

Tommy gets into the cockpit and starts the engine. Wind gusts around them as the blades spin. The chopper starts to lift off, Buck waving at Tommy as he flies away. “Nice to see you too, Tommy!” Chim sarcastically shouts at the sky.

[treatmelikeasmut]

The Artist and the Engineer// Part 2 Good Facial Structure

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Pairing: Viktor x Fem!Artist!Reader

Series Synopsis: Heimerdinger wants a commemorative painting done of Viktor, who is not fond of the idea.

Chapter Synopsis: Viktor tries one more time to convince Heimerdinger out of the portrait.

Word Count: 2.3K

Author’s Note: I'm going to try and update with one chapter a week!

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The morning came with blaring sun through the lab windows. Viktor blinked against it as he stirred from his slumber. The room was chilled with the night. Leeching from the floor up through his skin into his bones. His spined ached with it. His leg ached with it. His hip protested as he stretched. He’d slept slumped on his workstation. Though it was nothing unusual, he still cast a glance over his shoulder. The emergency couch sat vacant. Why hadn’t he slept there? It would’ve been worlds more comfortable.

All at the once, the previous day returned to him. Heimerdinger’s request. The portrait. You. And all at once annoyance slammed back into him, simmering in his chest. The bell overhead tolled seven. Would the professor be in yet? Viktor needed to find a way out of this. For the sake of his research was what he kept telling himself. Although you seemed perfectly nice, he was making great headway and didn’t want to risk the momentum.

In the night, his papers had made their way across the desk and onto the floor. He scrambled to cobble them together. Which ones went together, again? What was this drawing for? How distracted had he been when he’d done these? Half of his notes were incoherent. A couple of papers had to be spun to decipher which way was up. There were ink smudges from his fingers, which he found to be stained. Viktor rifled through the mess on his desk, searching for a rag to wipe his hands.

That was when a word caught his eye - ochre.

It was written plain as day in the middle of a page. There was a decided divide between the word and the rest of the notes on the page. Had he written that? He must’ve, that was his scrawl. But when had he done that - and why? He was quick to blot it out before Jayce made an appearance. Then he found himself wondering just why he’d done it.

Jayce came with food and hot drinks not long after. Viktor had not found anymore out-of-place words. The refreshments were accompanied by a smug grin. As if Jayce was glad to see Viktor covered in ink and bleary eyed from the uncomfortable resting place. He didn’t say anything as he set down a pastry and a covered cup on Viktor’s station. But the look on his face spoke louder than anything.

Viktor stood, his joints protesting after sitting still so long. “I’m going to see Heimerdinger.”

He scooped up the pastry, ignoring Jayce’s watchful gaze as he left. He straightened out his sleep rumpled clothes the best he could between bites. This time of morning, the academy was quiet. Everyone settled into their morning classes. He found the professor in his office, already sitting with someone.

Heimerdinger didn’t look at him, but held up a finger. So Viktor tucked himself patiently into the corner and finished off his meager meal. Stuffing the wrapper in his pocket. He wasn’t really paying attention to what was being said. Mostly due to the hushed tones of the conversation. But also because he was distracted by the yordle’s likeness where it stared out from behind the desk. The portrait you had done.

It truly was expertly crafted - at least from the little Viktor knew of art. The light was hitting the painting just so. Illuminating all the brushstrokes immortalized in the lacquer. The way the Heimerdinger in the painting looked almost as alive as the Heimerdinger it hung above. Eyes sharp, discerning. The fact the professor’s fur looked as though it would be soft if you touched the canvas.

“Very good!” the professor announced, back to speaking normally. Viktor flinched. “Then we’ll meet again next month.”

The person stood, nodding to the professor and then Viktor as they made their exit. He thought he saw the word Treasury on the front of their folio. Heimerdinger turned to Viktor and greeted him warmly, gesturing to the now unoccupied chair in front of the desk.

“Good morning, sir,” Viktor said, suppressing a yawn. He lowered himself into the seat. A bit disgusted to find it warm.

“What can I do for you this fine morning?” The professor shuffled mindlessly through the papers on his desk. Briefly picking one up and seeming to skim it before moving onto another. “I see you’ve slept in the lab again. - Did anyone tell you there’s ink on your face?”

Viktor rubbed at his cheek with his shirt sleeve, but quickly gave up the effort. Frowning instead at his stained hands. “Yes, sir.”

Heimerdinger tsked. “That really isn’t a healthy practice. You don’t live far, why don’t you ever stay the night at home?”

“I do, often.” Viktor wasn’t even convinced by his own words.

“You should be sleeping in a proper bed. Honestly, you should really be making sure to take time for yourself. Even as important as your research is - you can’t do anything if your body isn’t taken care of.”

“I - yes - I will, sir -” Viktor shook his head, realizing the diversion. “That is not why I’m here -”

“You’ve come to talk about the portrait.” The professor sighed, tapping the edge of a stack of papers on his desk, then setting them aside. His gaze was sharp as he met Viktor’s. “I figured as much.”

Heat built under Viktor’s collar. He was not a fan of the look Heimerdinger was giving him. “Well, I -”

To his relief, the professor’s gaze quickly shifted back to the papers on his desk. “I was glad to hear you sat well for the artist yesterday, I expect that to continue. I’ve seen the sketches so far, there is no doubt this project will be a huge success.”

Viktor muttered, “I wish I shared the enthusiasm.”

“She had nothing but good things to say about you, you know?”

This caught Viktor off guard, he was not expecting a good review. He shifted in his seat. “What things?”

Heimerdinger cleared his throat, making a show of thinking on the conversation. “That you were a very nice subject. Something about having a good facial structure and admirable cheek bones.”

Stunning eyes, whispered your voice. Viktor catapulted it from his mind immediately. The annoyance at Heimerdinger turned inward. Why did that one comment stick to him? Then his brain replayed what the professor said, and heat crept up from his collar and burned in his ears.

“There’s no need to be embarrased,” Heimerdinger chuckled.

“I -” It came out as more of a choking sound. “I am not embarrassed.”

“Now, I’m no great judge of art myself, I must admit. But I do believe she’s correct.” The professor’s eyes gleamed now. “The portrait is going to look very noble when it’s finished.”

Viktor scrabbled to come back around to the point. He held up his stained fingers. “Surely, sir, I could just have a new pen? - Or a new chair for the lab? Even a nice meal would be sufficent commemoration. I assure you, I do not need a painting. I’m just your assistant.”

Heimerdinger shook his head. “Those things will fade, Viktor.”

“And the painting will not?” Viktor asked, brows furrowed.

“The portrait can be restored when its colors dull. - Trust me when I say you aren’t going to find a used pen in any museum. Even if it had the greatest scientist to ever live's teeth marks in it. People remember art, Viktor, not chairs or fine meals.”

Viktor leaned forward in his seat. “But I would remember those things.”

The professor waved him off. “You’re doing far greater work than just being my assistant. That research you’re doing will revolutionize the world as we know it.”

“Jayce is The Man of Progress, why not have his portrait done? He is the one who represents us to the council.”

“Being a noble and proclaimed Man of Progress, I’m sure Jayce has had more than enough portraits painted of himself.” Heimerdinger looked at Viktor evenly. “What you’re contributing to Hextech is just as important as any speech Jayce gives.”

“Which is why I should be doing that instead of wasting an hour each day -” Viktor began to argue.

“Think of it as a mandated break in your day. Just an hour -”

“But sir -”

'“I could make it two, or even three,” the professor warned. “Do not make me push my authority on you, boy.”

Viktor cringed at the thought. He opened his mouth to rebuttal, but no further argument formed. So he closed it again, reclining back against the cushion with a heavy sigh.

“Try to get to know her,” Professor Heimerdinger pushed. “You don’t have to be friends. But, if you’re going to be spending the next few months together, it would be best to meet in the middle. I know she won’t be here today, so perhaps take the time to consider what you might like to know about her.”

Viktor frowned, hanging onto the word months. “How long will this take?”

“How ever long she needs. I expect you will treat her kindly and respectfully.”

“Of course, sir.” Viktor sighed. He thought for a moment. “Tell me, what do you know of her?”

“As you know,” the professor started, he seemed pleased Viktor was playing along. “She graduated last year. Since then, she’s been doing commission paintings for some of the highest ranking families here in Piltover. - I’m surprised Jayce isn’t familiar with her, in fact I believe his mother sat for her quite recently. Beyond that, I know pity little, I’m afraid. Our sessions were done in short sittings over the course of her time at the academy.”

Viktor hummed, filing away that information for later. “Do you know where she is today? Will this be a…reoccuring absence?”

Heimerdinger’s eyes were sharp for just a moment before they swept down to his desk. “A pressing family matter. She’ll be back tomorrow, worry not. – She's very dedicated to her craft. You may not appreciate it yet. But art records things we may forget. I’ve seen many things, and sometimes the works of art from that era hold more truths than documents.”

Viktor hummed, acknowledging but not accepting. Then he stood. “I shall take today to get things in order for my time away from the lab.”

Heimerdinger nodded, glancing up at him as he made for the door. “Make sure to think about what I said, m’boy. There’s no harm in getting to know her better.”

“I will, good day, sir.”

Viktor made sure the door had shut all the way before he groaned in frustration. He was not at all pleased with this outcome. He thumped his way across campus and back to the lab. Jayce was already tinkering away with something and didn’t acknowledge his entrance. Which he found he was thankful for. Repressing another sigh, he fell into his chair. A migraine was starting to worm in behind his eyes. He tried his best to ignore it while he sorted out his notes.

“Your visit with Heimerdinger didn’t go well?” Jayce asked after a few minutes of silence.

“What makes you say that?” Viktor muttered, staring at where his hand had been hovering for far too long without writing.

“Just a hunch.” Then Jayce added, “Did you bargain for a new pen?”

“I tried.” Viktor rolled his eyes, swiveling his chair towards him. Jayce was already half turned to him with an arm slung over the back of his seat. “I was unable to convince Heimerdinger to abandon the portrait. He instead wants me to befriend the artist -”

“Really?” This seemed to pique Jayce’s interest. He smirked at Viktor. “I think you should.”

Viktor frowned at him in turn. “And where would be the value? We’re in completely separate fields.”

“Always value in a new connection.” Jayce sighed, pushing himself out of his chair. He went over and clapped his hand on Viktor’s shoulder. “You kept me from literally jumping off a building. So let me help keep from socially jumping off a building.”

Viktor grimaced. “I -”

“Just make some small talk,” suggested Jayce, shrugging. “Ask if she prefers tea or coffee, flirt a little - she’s not going to bite. It’ll be good for you.”

“Flirt,” Viktor scoffed. He brushed Jayce’s hand off his shoulder. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m just saying you should give it a try.” Jayce gave him a meaningful look.

“I believe that is more your area of expertise.” Viktor recalled his conversation with Heimerdinger, and gladly reached for a separate conversation thread. “Heimerdinger tells me your mother has sat for this artist of late. Do you know anything about that?”

“Not much.” Jayce thought for a moment. “I bet she’s that woman I saw.”

“I have to imagine it should be obvious if there was an easel or something.”

“I remember she was attractive. - I’ll see what I can find out.”

Humming, Viktor nodded and turned back to his work station. Of course that would be something Jayce noticed. He, on the other hand, hadn’t paid enough attention to notice one way or the other. He flung the thought from his mind that he’d have to make the judgment tomorrow when he saw you.

He spent the day collecting as many notes as he could and laying out a plan for Jayce. Experiments to do, blue prints and schematics to review - it was only an hour a day. A handful per week. But that could be the difference between success and failure. Jayce didn’t bring you up again, and Viktor tried very very hard not to replay the conversation with Heimerdinger.

Get to know you.

Make small talk.

Viktor could do that.

Flirt?

Well – that would be a whole other playing field.

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[velmalav]

The Giver - Frank Langdon

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day one - f.l.

synopsis: being the selfless person you are, you agree to travel to a 3-day conference with your biggest competition - dr. langdon. part I of I don't know how many yet :-)

warnings: cursing, oops there's only one bed, enemies to lovers

I have always been selfless. Whether it’s giving up the last slice of pizza in the breakroom or taking the most emotionally devastating cases, I have and always will be a giver. It almost feels wrong for me to put myself before anyone else, having done so my entire life. And in some ways, that’s what makes me a good doctor. I can power through a rough shift if it means someone having a shitty day can go home early, and I can string my patience along a lot further than most if it means good patient care. And that kind of altruism is why I have now found yourself joining my least favorite coworker to a three-day conference for emergency medicine.

This situation wouldn’t have been possible if Langdon hadn’t pissed off the family of a patient to the point where they threatened to sue the hospital for malpractice. The only way admin could get them to revoke the lawsuit was a decent payout and a requirement that he attends so many conferences to “improve his behavior with patients.” Not only was he livid at this contingency, but so was I, because I was the only one who agreed to use up the extra ticket. And, yeah, I could’ve said no, but I didn’t. Because I’m too nice. Watching everyone avoid the invitation made me feel awful so after my shift, I cornered Robby in the locker room and told him some bullshit about how it was a good “learning opportunity,” and just like that, it was done.

Okay, it wasn’t complete bullshit. It is a great opportunity. It’s just been hard to get past the fact I’d have to experience it all with him.

Langdon and I have butt heads since we both started our residences together four years ago. From the jump, it has been clear we are completely opposite personality wise. Langdon has always been the type to chase after success, enjoying the power and flowers that come with it. He’s an every-man-for-himself kind of guy, wanting to leap bounds ahead of everyone else. He’s competitive.

And usually I’m not competitive like that, but he’s always brought out that side of me. I remember one of our first shifts together as interns, eager to dip our feet in the water. It was the first time I really, really wanted to win something simply to take him down. We were on rounds, at the bedside of a 45-year-old named Mary that took a bad fall and ended up finding out she had stage 2 breast cancer (we didn’t know that until later). Robby was throwing out questions about the patient, her vitals, levels, tests to run on her to rule out further injury.

Every time I went to speak, Langdon would interrupt, answering the questions like he was the only other person in the room. One of the interns was like that, so at first it didn’t bother me much. But then I realized every time he answered a question, he’d glance over at me with an expression that reads – at least to me – fuck you. A tilt of his eyebrows, mouth slightly tugging upward, gleaming eyes. Just getting Robby’s validation wasn’t enough; he liked to see me falter.

It felt like time slowed in the realization, like I stood staring at him blankly for hours. But it only took the beginning of Robby’s next question for me to bounce back. I can’t recall what it was now, but I know that as soon as Robby stopped talking, I yelled the answer out at a volume unheard of in an ER unless there was a code or a safety risk. And for good measure – to guarantee I was heard – stomped on Langdon’s foot as hard as I could underneath the bed.

The uncomfortable quiet that followed was unbearable. The only sound was the beeping of the monitors, and the sharp inhale Langdon let out as my foot left his. I cleared my throat and stood up straighter, as if that or anything I could possibly do would soften the blow. With an exasperated expression, Robby crinkled his lips together and gave a curt nod, muttering, “Correct, Dr. [Y/L/N].”

I stayed silent during the rest of rounds, too embarrassed and frustrated to so much as sneak a glance at Langdon. Even so, I was so sure he had a shit-eating grin on his face. When we were funneled back to the floor, all I could do was stand at the nurse’s station, still horrified.

Robby passed me, taking only a couple of beats to murmur, “Run some more tests on Mary, and for future reference, you don’t need to yell to get your point across. The kick would’ve sufficed.”

And that was it. Robby’s words instilled confidence in me that I didn’t even know I had, and from that point on, I held my own when it came to competition with Langdon. I didn’t back down and neither did he. And maybe it was ridiculous – and maybe it wasn’t good in a teamwork aspect – but if I must give Langdon credit for anything, it’s that our rivalry has made me better at my job.

There’s a ghost of a smile on my face as I stare out the window in the hotel lobby. Somehow the memory always boosts my spirits, even just a little. I watch the cars, bumper to bumper, continue to filter through the city streets and hear the sounds of honking and distant music playing. Over three hundred miles from Pittsburgh, and somehow Philly still feels like home.

The little fire in my mood is extinguished just as fast as it was lit. Because suddenly I hear anguished muttering at the front desk, and I know it’s Langdon arguing with the front desk lady. I turn to confirm my suspicions and approach cautiously. We haven’t exchanged more than a few sentences since getting off the plane for this exact reason.

“What’s going on?” I ask, pointing the question more at the worker than Langdon. Her face – Linda, from her name tag - is bright red, sheepish.

“Uh, well…” she fumbles for words, eyes flickering quickly from me to her computer. She’s pressing the same key over and over, but her expression only continues to become more frantic. “I apologize for the inconvenience. It, uh—it seems—”

Before she can finally get the words out, Langdon interjects, “They messed up our rooms. Actually, just yours. They double booked.”

I’m quick to try and ease the bite of his words to Linda, “Can’t I just reserve another room? I’ll pay, it’s fine if I have to.”

She opens her mouth to respond, but Langdon – again – interrupts, “Can’t. Everything’s booked.”

“I’m speaking to Linda,” I snap, officially over his attitude. Langdon huffs a sarcastic laugh and turns away, running a hand through his hair. I turn back to Linda with the most genuine fake smile I can muster, “Is there anything you can do to help us?”

Linda’s expression gives away the answer to that, eyes darting to the desk below her. I can even see her audibly swallow.

I respond before she can confirm what all three of us already know, “Okay. It’s fine. We’ll just share a room, it’s fine.”

Langdon whips around, arms up over his head, “Are you serious right now?”

“What other options do we have? Waste half the day searching for another hotel that we’ll have to pay for? That probably doesn’t exist because about fifty thousand other events are happening in Philly this weekend?” I grip the front desk to try to ground myself. “We’ve been traveling all day; I’ll just sleep on the couch.”

Langdon’s stare is hard. He hesitates, realizes from the look in my eyes that I’m not backing down, and for the first time practically ever, gives in with a short nod. He grabs his bag and starts toward the elevator without so much as a glance back at Linda.

I apologize with all the sincerity I have left after the argument and half a day of traveling, take the key card, and follow Langdon up to the room.

.

Like most people do, the first thing I do when we enter the room is flop on the bed with a heavy sigh. I melt into the covers, shoving my face into the pillow to drown out the terrible thoughts I’m thinking about the man across the room. And just as I suspected, it’s not helping.

“You might’ve won down there,” Langdon starts, and it’s like I can hear the sarcasm dripping in his voice. Enough that I know what he’s going to say next is my demise. “But I think you might’ve miscalculated a big part of your precious plan.”

I lift my head from the pillow and contort my neck to I can look over at him. “What now?”

Langdon’s smirking as he leans against the TV stand, ankles and arms crossed. He gestures at the room with one hand, arms still crossed. “See a couch anywhere, Y/L/N?”

Immediately, I sit up, my hair tussled from the static of the thin comforter underneath me. I take one glance around the room to know there isn’t a single fucking other surface to sleep on other than maybe the small dining table in the corner. Those cheap motherfuckers couldn’t even pay for us to have a sofa in our room?

This is the part I’ve never been good at. The defeat. And, God, it’s so much worse when I can see his reaction to my reaction. In all honesty, I couldn’t care less to share a bed with him, but it’s the principle of the game that gets me. At the sight of the victorious glint in his eyes, all I can think about is what it would feel like to punch him in the throat.

“As much as I love watching you seethe, I need to unpack,” Langdon quips, smirk only growing as he starts pulling toiletries out of his bag. I’m trying to come up with something to ricochet back at him as he rounds the corner of the bathroom and adds, “But by all means, stay there for as long as you want. Don’t mind me.”

The only thing I can do is turn my head and scream into my pillow. And I hope – even through the muffle of it - he deciphers every word.

night one

[the-real-timeloop-tourney]

Best Character Stuck in a Timeloop

Propaganda for Flowey:

We don't see his resets directly but we know he's done this potentially hundreds if not thousands of times, doing every possible thing he can and pretty much losing sight of who he was at the start. His loops are fully self inflicted and he could've stopped any time he wanted (and frisk DID eventually fall down and take the timeline from him!), but he still remembers their resets, too. Second, worse timeloop go ------------------------------------ Not only does Flowey have timeloop trauma, that trauma makes him serve as a narrative foil to The Player Themselves. I know UT is overhyped but this is still the coolest thing ever to me.

Propaganda for Homura:

you are 14 years old. after your first friends at your new school revealed they are Real Life Magical Girls, they die horribly against this super powerful monster witch. you make a wish to meet your best friend again so you can save her this time. every time you try to reach a golden ending where everyone lives goes horribly wrong so you resign yourself to letting your best friend's (and once your) friends die every time so you can save your best friend. you become colder, more efficient as the loops go on. you go through the same few months around a hundred times to try to save your best friend from her fate. this time you'll save her. she sacrifices herself for the every single magical girl and becomes a god and now you're the only one who remembers her. great! hooray! anyways a win for homura is a win for magical girls (and yuri). why relive a day or so when you can relive months am i right? ------------------------------------ "Poor girl relives the same 2 months 100 times just to prevent her doomed-by-the-narrative girlfriend from dying and becoming God ------------------------------------ - Was literally in the timeloop for 12 years - Did it all for yuri - Became like. the devil (also for yuri) - magical girl who's weapon is just normal ass guns and bombs and shit " ------------------------------------ When you go into a time loop to save your girlfriend from dying but she just keeps dying horribly in every universe so you slowly start to get sick of looping and start using more direct routes to try to save her to the point where she doesn’t even know you anymore as you’re just trying to save her but it gets to the point where you’ve looped so many times trying to save her that her soul has become so powerful that she can become god only then does she remember you. And she does to free you and all the other magical girls in history from their pain but because she did this she rewrote the rules of the universe and therefore became a non physical entity and you had to watch her rebuild the universe. No one else even remembers she existed except for her little brother who sees her more as an imaginary friend than anything else and the only thing you have to remember her by is the pink ribbon that she wore in her hair. Btw you and your friends still aren’t free from being magical girls but at least you can’t become horrible monsters who are but a shell of your former self when everything becomes to much so now the only risk is dying in combat horribly instead. ------------------------------------ There was a psp game once and I'm pretty sure the whole thing was just recurring nightmares of the timeloop. Like. This isn't canon. But it lines up to me. She went to catholic school once, also, like, she deserves a win. Not because of Christianity or whatever but in spite of it.

[ryewwww]

Bully Gojo with NerdReader who has to tutor him?

-> the way people eat up bully!gojo, I’m here for it 🙂‍↕️

⚠️: NONCON, manipulative!gojo, mean!gojo, physical abuse, drugged!reader, bondage, dacryphilia, blood (gojo wants you to scratch him till he bleeds), unprotected sex

This is fucked, so read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Satoru first laid eyes on you in the library

You were staring at your laptop, eyebrows scrunched, eyes switching between the screen and the paper in front of you

He’d seen you around before, despite the university being quite big

But hey, maybe that’s fate calling

Actually, fate was definitely calling, because when he walked into the math centre to get some help on his homework, he wasn’t expecting you to be there either

You sat alone, eyes glued to your iPad

It was unusual for Satoru to walk in a room and all eyes not being on him

So, he took the initiative and sat down next to you

Only then did you snap your head around, looking at him like, 'How dare you sit next to me?!'

But you didn’t say anything, just looked up at him one time before your gaze settled back on your work

He takes his stuff out, twirling his pencil between his long fingers

He easily peers over your head and sees that you’re working on the same homework assignment he has

Perfect

“Hey, are you in math 206 too?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“How are you finding the assignment?”

“It’s a little hard… that’s why I’m here.”

The conversation was awkward, you were awkward, but Satoru was never one to back down from a challenge

Now he knew where you liked to hang out

Every day, he'd show up at the math help center, and you'd work through problems together

As time went by, you were beginning to let your guard down. Obviously, you were a bit skeptical of Satoru because I mean look at him. You didn’t want him to just use you for answers or as a free tutor because you let one too many people get away with using you.

You wanted to believe he was different. And it didn’t help that he was so so charming.

Finals were coming up fast, the math centre was closing so you and Satoru had to find a study spot.

It was getting late, the libraries were closing and you were having difficulties finding a nice place to study

Therefore, Satoru saw it as the perfect opportunity to reel you back to his place

“I don’t live too far from campus. You wanna go back to my place to study? We can get some pizza before going up.”

Satoru said it so casually, that you felt comfortable enough to accept his offer. Besides, he’s your friend right? You trust him.

He leads you back to his nice, sports car and drives back to his place. He had placed the order for the pizza online, so by the time you got there, it was done.

You knew Satoru was wealthy, just from the way he dressed. But you could have never imagined it to this extent. Because living in a penthouse in the heart of downtown, he had to be paying over 10k a month for this place.

The view was spectacular, the city lights sparkling everywhere you looked

Satoru knew his place carried a charm like him. Usually, a girl would forget about why they came over and pounce on him, no questions asked.

But you were a hard nut to crack

“You wanna see the view from the balcony?”

“Actually, can we go back to studying?”

You’re sitting at the table, Satoru close by watching you do another math question.

He notices the increase yawning so he asks, “you want some coffee?”

“Yeah. Some coffee would be great.” Your voice soft, laced with exhaustion

Now, Satoru didn’t want to resort to this, but fuck, his patience was running thin. Had it been another girl he would’ve bed them by now and they’d probably be on their way out.

But you either are a airhead, or you didn’t see him in that way. But either way, it’s unacceptable to him.

So, his mind goes back to a pill his best friend, Suguru gave him.

When you were focused, Satoru slipped away, retrieved the pill and roofied your coffee.

When you wake up, your head is pounding, arms restrained behind your back, legs tied apart.

You turn your head in a panic and see Satoru on top, holding you in place by the neck.

He smirks when he notices you’re awake

You try to move but you can’t so naturally, you begin to cry

He hushes you, hand pushing harder against your neck.

You whimper, your mind starting to focus on the pain penetrating your lower abdomen

You don’t know the time, don’t know how long this has been going on, or how you even got in this position

He restricted your movement, moving faster into you so all you could do is whine and squirm

“Finally awake, princess?” He grunted, dick still pounding into you

“Was beginning to think you wouldn’t wake.” And he laughs. He laughs like drugging and forcing himself onto you was funny.

He pulls out, undoing your restraints and flipping you onto your back. Your legs are resting on his shoulder and he’s pushing into you again

You wanted to fight back but your arms hurt from being restrained so tightly and for so long

The most you could do is claw at his back or chest but it didn’t bother him

No, instead he fucking loved it

“Yeah, baby. Gonna scratch me up? Good, make me bleed.”

In return, he starts nipping all over your neck, covering it with red and purple marks.

His hands dug into your thighs, pushing it back before cumming deep inside of you

You finish unwillingly around him with a sob.

He pulls out, harshly pushing you aside

You curl up, trying to soothe yourself from his brutality but Satoru couldn’t find a fuck in him to give

“Put your clothes on and get the fuck out of here.”

You don’t waste any time, crawling to the floor and putting your clothes on in a hurry.

Before you could escape out of there, Satoru got up, pulling you back by your hair.

A phone was shoved in your face and on it is a video of Satoru fucking you ruthlessly

The colour drains from your face

“You tell anyone about this, I will post this every fucking where, with your name plastered on it, do you understand?”

“Why are you doing this?”

He pulls your head harder, “I said, do you fucking understand me?”

“Y-yes. I-I won’t tell you anyone. Please, just let me go home.”

He lets go of your hair and you feel like you can finally breathe

You scurried off, thinking that this would be the end of it

But you couldn’t be more wrong

Here you go, I hope it wasn’t too dark. I won’t be writing a part 2 for this because it’s so similar to the other bully!gojo h.c I have.

[jyoongim]

I love your stories, they are fantastic and feed my daydreams to a intensely gratifying degree.

I am curious if you would entertain the idea of writing an Alastor and fem reader as battle partners and occasional lovers. She’s a fox demon that has been around for centuries and is very powerful. She is indispensable to him in battle but she helps him take care of his baser urges especially during his rut.

I beg you!

Thank youuuuuu

note: i kept this rather suggestive hehe.

Alastor x Kitsune! Fem Reader

“So what’s with the fox? Didn’t take smiles to be much of a dog person” Angel said to Husker as the black fox trotted past him, walking towards said demon sitting on the sofa, rubbing against his legs before jumping up and curling up in his lap.

Husker shook his head, grumbling “Listen, that’s one thing you don’t want to know about. Trust me” he chugged at his bourbon.

Angel rolled his eyes at the cat demon, “Oh c’mon! Tell me! What do Mr. Fancytalk need with a pet? ” He whined. Husker ignored him, thinking sooner or later the spider will figure it out.

Charlie and Vaggie entered the lobby, overhearing the conversation. Angel turned his sight to Vaggie “Hey Vagina do you know the deal with the strawberry pimp’s pet?”

Vaggie sighed ”When Alastor manifested in this realm it was absolute chaos! some have speculated what unimaginable forces enabled him to rival our worlds most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing for sure, he holds an unpredictable source of danger, the kind we shouldn’t risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!” Angel deadpanned “that’s doesn’t really answer my questions toots”

Vaggie pointed towards the red demon, at the black fox “rumor has it the fox is the reason he’s so powerful”

Angel sucked his teeth “Ill believe when I see it”

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You napped on the bed of your shared room as Alastor sat out on the balcony enjoying the view of Pentagram City.

A loud BANG! Was heard and suddenly there was a massive hole knocked into the hotel.

A giant blimp was outside the hotel and a snake demon was declaring a fight against Alastor.

Alastor joined Charlie and the others at the entrance of the hotel, very much amused at the pathetic display.

”Who are you?” He asked

”I am the great Sir Pentigous! Your fiercest enemy!…We literally battled last week”

Alastor tilted his head, leaning on his cane “Well you would think I remembered you”

The snake demon hissed and went to charge up his weapons.

”Uuugghh Alastor? Aren’t you gonna do something about him? Aren’t you suppose to protect the hotel or something?” angel asked, hands on his hips. Alastor grinned ”Aah yes” he snapped his fingers.

Thick, inky black smoke billowed from the ground as a thunderous growl was heard.

”Holy fucking hell!”

A Giant beast emerged from the ground and immediately took the bump into its mouth and shook like a dog would a toy.

Several appendages swirled as the beast tore into the machine like it was paper.

The snake demon fell to the ground, trying to back away as the massive black beast snapped its sharp teeth at him,  making him cower.

”now now my dear you’ve done enough” Alastor said, causing everyone to look at him confused?

The black beast huffed before black smoke surrounded it.

Walking out of the smoke, holding the snake demon was a…

”THE FOX???!!” Angel exclaimed

You dragged the demon by his hood, baring your sharp teeth at him as he cowered behind Charlie.

You frowned at Alasto as you turned to him, ears flattening

You hands were at your hips as your tails swirled behind you “You woke me up for that?! Please at least let it be a challenge next time”

Alastor snickered as he pulled you into his side,  grin turning Cheshire as you nuzzled him anyway.

Everyone had a puzzled look on their face.

The cute black fox that often roamed the hotel was actually a demon?!

”told you would have found out sooner or later” Husker said.

”A-Alastor w-what?” Charlie stuttered, as Vaggie barged through pointing her spear at you and Alastor.

Your eyes narrowed as you stood in front of Alastor, growling at her, claws flexing in case she made a move. Your tails spiked.

”I wouldn’t do that if I were you” Alastor grinned, peaking through one of your tails

”This darling of mine is that ‘unpredictable source of choas’. Isn’t she a doll?”

————————————————————————————-

“Soooo you two are like a thing? How the fuck? What he own your soul or something?” Angel asked sipping his martini.

You smirked.

You had been with Alastor for a while now. You met the red deer when he first came to hell. He was running a muck in your territory, taking away the souls that you enjoyed tormenting. You, the ‘Kitsune Demon’, would not be intimidated by some newbie. So you fought Alastor. 

Who won? No one knows but many often saw the Radio Demon entering and existing your domain without consequence afterwards.

You and the Radio Demon had a very simple relationship. Your ancient power gave him legitimacy in status as well as your presence on his arm.

You were his best weapon in a battle and a great companion.

You might have looked scary, but only the lanky demon had seen you in your most vulnerable state.

You looked so pretty taking his cock and covered in cum.

”No he doesn’t own my soul and a thing? If you mean I warm his bed and keep him in check for the most part? Then yes” you said bluntly, making the spider gawk.

”you fuck that? That makes a lot of sense now” angel mumbled.

Speaking of fucking, you sniffed at the air. Alastor’s rut was approaching. You had to take care of that.

You left the confused spider as you disappeared in a smoky mist.

”Did you know those two get freaky?” angel turned to Husker, making the cat roll his eyes.

[sugarushwriting]

cherry popper x felix

from this request inspired by this drabble

adult content featured [not proof read]

this is an extended drabble not a full fic

your twin brother’s friends were all hot. but there was one blonde who stood out the most. the one with the freckles, pretty smile, deep voice, and who they nicknamed sunshine.

yongbok, or felix as they all call him.

it wasn’t until a pool day at your house, seeing all the men (minus your brother, of course), shirtless, wet, and smiling that something ignited in you.

you knew felix was fit, but fuck, he looked extra good that day. his freckles were full force and the sun just did something.

you were a virgin and honestly sick of it. you just wanted it over with. but at the same time, you didn’t want just anyone. you had no idea who you would approach, until it hit you that day. the perfect guy to ask.

“you want me to what?” his thick accent came through, voice went up a notch as he was so shocked.

you. his best friend’s twin sister was asking him to take your virginity. and you didn’t even ease into it.

you shrugged. “i’m sick of not knowing what’s it like to have sex, and right now i trust you. i want you.”

that’s how you ended up on felix’s bed at his house. no way could you risk getting caught with felix buried deep in you by your twin. nope.

what you didn’t expect was felix to bring out whip cream, strawberries, and a blind fold.

you knew he’d be sweet and kind to you for your first time, but this?

“sensory deprivation. it’ll have you more aware of your body and what it’s feeling.” felix’s deep voice husked, and your body shivered.

his voice would be great for storytelling, animation, whatever. it was just so—ugh!

you laid on his bed naked, blindfolded. felix started with him biting the strawberry then giving you a sweet kiss. he dipped it in whip cream, having you take a bite. when the cream was left on your lip, he leaned in for a longer, deeper kiss.

whip cream suddenly was on your stomach, nipples, hips, and neck. he started with the neck, kssing and licking. then felix kept going down, spending extra time for your sensitive nipples, and tickling your sides.

“open your mouth.” he deeply asked, and you obeyed. he sprayed whip cream in your mouth. his tongue met yours as you shared a kiss and the whip cream.

who knew this would be so hot. sexy.

“usually i add in toys and cuffs, but we’ll save that for another round.”

another round? ROUND! fuck you forgot how high felix’s stamina was. he would probably go three to four rounds with you.

soon forgotten, when felix’s tongue met your folds between your legs. he forcefully held your legs open wide so you wouldn’t even think about closing them around his head.

your hands gripped his hair.

“has anyone ate you out?”

“no-no.” you moaned out, back arching, you squealing loudly.

felix loved to hear you. he always imagined it. he kept his growling and moans low. it turned you on even more. it was almost animalistic. protective.

when you were close, he removed his lips, causing a whine from you. “don’t worry, not done with you. you’ll come on my cock.”

oh never have you imagined dirty words coming from felix.

with your lack of sight, you were hyper aware of his every movement, noting him putting on a condom. the way his hands and fingers caressed your skin. his lips leave gentle kisses all over your body. his lips kissing you once more as he slowly pushed his tip in, growling into your mouth.

“been thinking about this so much lately.” he breathed against your lips. you smiled into the kiss.

then, he began thrusting. very slow and softly at first, but when your moans becoming louder, the sounds from your mouth becoming needier, he picked up the pace.

since you couldn’t see, you wanted to touch. you reached to grab his biceps, your hands going down to around his wrists.

felix grabbed your hands in his as he threaded his fingers through yours.

loving. tender. sensual. all of it.

soon you came (loudly) followed by felix letting out a low grunt, stilling inside of you.

“fuck i’m so glad we did this at my place.” felix chuckled from how loud you were.

he could only imagine how his best friend would react to see him buried deep in you. his best friend’s twin sister.

[gauntletgirlie]

Obedience

Short one shot; complete.

1804 words.

Gil-galad x female reader.

PWP, fingering, blow job; it’s smutty.

Inspired by this post and @daughterofthesunlands request.

I was only meant to do finger sucking then got carried away plz do forgive.

I bashed this out in a couple of hours so bear that in mind 😅

Obedience is overrated, especially when the consequential punishments for misbehaving were so much more… delicious. So it is with this ethos that you find yourself once again hauled before the High King of the elves for yet another misdemeanour.

Gil-galad is his natural resplendent self in flowing midnight blue robes. The gold detailing beautifully embroidered upon it catches the fading light of the saffron sunset in glinting sparks. His deep brown eyes are also glinting, but with annoyance not sunlight. You try not to smile as you take in your second favourite expression of his: exhausted irritation. He wears it so well, like a tragedy mask in a play. It’s the real crown he bears, more so than the golden laurel resting upon his dark brown hair.

You bow to him, not even attempting to hide the mocking edge to your movements. You see his shoulders stiffen back, pulling his posture even more straight, though that feat seemed impossible. He has noticed your insolence and this only serves to quirk your mouth at the edge in triumphant glee.

“Why? Why do you continue to disobey me? What I asked of you was no great thing, yet even this you could not do. In fact, it seems you went out of your way to actively undermine me.” Gil-galad’s voice cut through the balmy air in deep tones, each word enunciated with exasperation.

You reply with a smirk and a languid shrug of the shoulders. Before you can open your mouth to reply properly, however, the High King’s voice booms out.

“I am being serious! You have gone too far.” He steps down towards you until he is standing before you, forcing you to crane your neck back to maintain eye contact. He is nearly a foot taller than you after all.

Doubt creeps into your stomach. Perhaps you have overstepped at last. Gil-galad looks genuinely angry now, and not in a comical way either. There is a storm brewing behind those dark eyes and it is seething behind the tight muscles of his face.

He raises a finger, bedecked with a ring so large it takes up the entire bottom segment from first to second knuckle. His other fingers are similarly adorned and you find yourself mesmerised; you are the snake, he the snake charmer.

You can hear him speaking once more, but the words fall upon dulled ears as you stare at that finger, pointed straight at you. Oh how you have wished he would lay his fingers on you. Never in all his punishments has he done so. Never has he cracked and lunged to hold your throat in his mighty hand.

The idea strikes you suddenly. But no. That would be madness. Or would it? You think of the worst that could happen, only then to think of the best that could happen. That is enough to spur you on.

You lean forward and place your lips on the tip of his finger. You hear silence descend immediately and you risk a glance up at the High King’s face. Ahhh there it is. Your very favourite of his facial expressions. Utter shock.

Fighting the urge to smile, you slowly move your mouth along until you have him in your mouth entirely, teeth resting against his gigantic ring. The ring is preventing you from taking in all of him, yet he fills your mouth well regardless. You caress your tongue on the underside of his finger and draw back, maintaining eye contact the entire time. You suck softly, almost reverentially.

It pleases you to see that Gil-galad has abandoned all attempts at retaining composure. His breathing has quickened and there is now a wanting blossoming in his eyes.

You reach the tip of his finger once more and release him with a flick of your tongue. He does not move, his finger poised where you left it, now slick with your saliva. He is staring at you with an unfathomable expression so you gently run your tongue over your bottom lip and wait.

“Everyone leave. Now.” His voice is low, but in the quiet that has fallen he is well heard. The courtiers and guards all file out, no need to be told twice. Eventually there is just you and the High King. He reaches forward and wipes his finger across your lips, his own parted as he gazes down at you.

“So this is why you have been acting as you have?”

You respond with a small nod.

He slowly draws off his ring, and places it on his other hand. Your eyes widen as you realise what he means to do. You open your mouth in anticipation and he slides his finger over your tongue until he reaches the back of your throat. You feel the rings on his other fingers hard against your skin.

“Impressive. You take me in so well. I wonder if other parts of you would be so… obliging.” He carefully retracts his finger as one such obliging area of yours tightens at what he is suggesting. The lust in your eyes must be quite evident now as Gil-galad issues a small chuckle.

“I suppose there is only one way to find out. But I warn you, I will need your exacting obedience.”

He raises an eyebrow at you as he beckons you to follow him. Obedience is overrated, but the High King has turned the tables, so it is that you find yourself a most willingly compliant subject.

He sits upon his throne and orders you onto his lap. You happily obey. His hand reaches down, and glides up your leg until he stops at your innermost thigh. He draws languid circles there, each stroke bringing him closer to where you most ache for him to touch. He grasps your thigh then and pulls on it, forcing your legs to part. The wanting in you is seeping out, and his wandering fingers meet it before they reach its source.

“Slicker than your mouth, this is promising.” Gil-galad murmurs into your ear, sending shivers down your neck. You feel heady and a tad delirious. This was the best outcome you had imagined and here it was, actually taking place.

You grip him as you feel him caress you in that most intimate place, coating himself with your desire before rubbing against your most sensitive part. You were already throbbing with the anticipation of him, and now that he is here touching you, it is all you can do not to give in immediately. You turn to look at him and see pure adoration shining from his eyes and etching every line of his face. A new favourite expression, gone straight to first place on your list.

When he enters you finally, you gasp at the thickness of his finger. You had not expected him to still feel so big. He asks if you are good to continue and you nod eagerly. The feel of him stroking you inside is threatening to release you into ecstasy, especially now you can also feel him harden beneath you, pressing into you.

“Wait, wait. Not yet. Do you think you could manage another?” You have never heard his majesty sound like this, so open, lust adding an almost growl to the timbre of his voice.

Your own voice is nearly a pleading whine as you say yes. His second finger entering you is enough to stretch you, such is the breadth of the High King’s fingers. He reaches deeper within you and touches a part that is your undoing. It is as though he has pressed a button, releasing a dam. You tighten against his fingers before flooding over him, drenching his entire hand.

You scream in sheer euphoria as waves of bliss roll over you. Gil-galad is forced to grab you with his free hand, arm laced around you and hand gently holding your throat, pressing you against him. You both remain like that for a while, panting against each other, enjoying the moment.

Eventually, Gil-galad slides his fingers from you. You watch in amazement as he sucks your wetness from them with obvious enjoyment. He smiles at you, eyebrow cocked, as he licks the last of you from him.

“I do not waste delicacies.”

You move to face him more and the friction causes him to issue a small groan. You glance down and then back up.

“Speaking of delicacies, it is time for you to partake. Get down.” He speaks with command as you begin to slip off his lap to kneel before him. He is looking down at you through lowered lashes, and you see him twitch through his robes.

You have to force yourself to slow down, to not let your keenness rush you on. You peel back the first layer of his robes, neatly tucking it down the sides of his legs. Then the next layer, and the next, until the High King is exposed in all his glory, springing forth from the last bit of material.

His girth is great, eyes alone can attest to that, but the fact your finger and thumb cannot meet around him concludes the fact. You massage your hand up and down his length, enjoying the feel of him beneath your fingers. His excitement is such that the head is already glistening with it and you can abide it no longer. You must taste.

You suck at the tip, drinking in the little he has already given, before working your mouth up. You fear he is too big. You want to take all of him but he is already hitting the back of your throat. You retreat and try again, tongue licking, lips gliding, as you move up and down the great length of him. Your jaw is beginning to ache but you press on. You feel Gil-galad entwine his fingers in your hair, holding your head, guiding your movements.

You pick up your pace and are rewarded with a moan of pleasure and a tightening of the grip upon your hair. You have one last attempt at fitting all of him in your mouth and manage it, just, but he causes you to gag. Undeterred, you carry on, focusing on the tip, sucking faster and harder until you feel him harden further and thrust into your mouth, spilling down your throat. You gulp greedily.

His eyes are hazy when they meet your own, his broad chest heaving. He releases his hold on your hair to cup your chin. You lick the last of him from your lips as you gaze up at him.

“If I had known this is what it would take to make you obedient, I would have done so much sooner.” Gil-galad mused playfully.

Yes, you think, maybe obedience is not so overrated after all.

[shu-porang-porang]

Soft Currents

A short drabble that turned out longer than I intended!

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / gn!reader

Rating: Explicit

Theme: Fluff, Suggestive, 18+ NO MINORS.

Warnings: sexual content (hand job), not proofread

Word count: 1 k

It was a busy day but you were by his side every step of it despite his insistence on you staying in the hotel coz you’d already seen the first day of the event, the second one was gonna be the same and it could be tiring, but you accompanied him on this trip to spend more time with him, even if that meant staying out of their hair and watching from a distance, you were still gonna keep as close to him as possible.

You watched them perform from the backstage, the fans screaming from the top of their lungs reminded you how lucky you were to end up with him as your boyfriend and not just an idol who you had to worship from miles away.

When the show was nearing its end, you went back to the hotel alone, as much as you wanted to stay there and congrats them on the great job they did, it wasn’t safe to leave at the same time as they did, exiting the same door, getting in one of the cars lined up for them, you couldn’t risk letting the fans find out.

After an hour or so spending alone, Minho opens the door to your shared hotel room and you greet him with a hug.

“I’m drenched in sweat” he warns you as he only throws his arms around you and keeps your bodies apart.

“I don’t care, I miss you” you say as you sniff his neck, actually he smells nice, or that’s how it seems to you, his cologne mixed with his scent is intoxicating, you try to hug him closer but he slips out of your embrace.

“Let me take a quick shower and then you can hug me as much as you want, okay?”                      

You just stand there with your hands on your sides, pouting more than needed just to put up a show.

“Be back soon” he kisses your pout and disappears into the bathroom.

 You go through the TV channels as you’re leaning against the headboard of the bed, waiting for him. He finally emerges from the shower, with a towel around his waist and a smaller one around his neck gathering the droplets falling from his wet hair.

As astonishing as he looks, you don’t give him any attention, still a bit pissed that he didn’t hug you properly earlier. He sees you on the bed and can’t help but slotting himself between your legs, leaning back on you and intentionally pressing you hard to the headboard while chuckling at your struggles to push him away.

“Get off! You’re suffocating me!” you squeal and playfully punch him on the shoulder.

“Say you’re not mad”

“Okay I’m not mad, you big baby!”

He stops messing with you and sits up.

“Why didn’t you dry your hair? My shirt got all wet from the water dripping from it” you complain but you’re actually glad he didn’t do it, coz it means you get to dry it and that’s one of your favorite things to do, attending to a soft fluffy Minho after a shower. You remove the towel from around his neck and gently pat his hair with it to soak up the water.

When you’re done, you run your fingers through his hair, ruffling it up, making sure it’s dry enough so he won’t catch a cold. You throw the towel aside and wrap your arm around him to pull him back to your hug. He leans back and rests his head on your shoulder, then closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. You watch his perfect face for a few moments, cheeks still flushed from the shower, his skin feels warm and a little damp.

You kiss the vein on the side of his neck, your lips wander on the tender skin, he tilts his head for you so you have better access. He hums in approval as you lick his earlobe and suck on it a bit. Your hands roam on his toned chest, gently massaging his pecs. As your lips keep kissing wherever they can reach, your hands travel south and play around the hem of the towel still covering his waist.  

He reads your intentions and protests: “Babe, I’m too tired for that”

“You don’t need to do anything, just relax and enjoy” you say waiting for his permission, which he gives by turning his head and kissing your lips.

You keep kissing as you peel the towel away and press your palm on his still quite soft cock. You give it a couple of strokes before reaching for his balls and play with the sac. He lets out little whimpers which you swallow. It doesn’t take long for him to get hard, you map the veins running along it with your fingertips, how you wish you could do it with your tongue instead, but this position seems suitable for the moment, you don’t wanna disturb it. You work him fast, moving your hand up and down his shaft and turning your wrist the way you know he likes. You smear the oozing precum along his member, making the movements even more enjoyable. Every now and then you tug his balls and louder moans leave his mouth. Every time your thumb brushes on the tip or pokes at the underside, his hips go up, fucking himself into your hand.

He can’t focus on kissing you anymore as he’s nearing his climax, he nuzzles his face to your neck, his little huffs of air are hot on your skin. A few more strokes and with a loud moan, he cums in ropes of white on his stomach and your hand. He sucks on your neck as you help him ride his orgasm, all the cum covering your hand and his cock make the obscenest squelching sounds that gather more arousal in your already soaked panties. When his cock goes limp in your hand, you grab the damp towel that you used to dry his hair earlier to clean his abdomen and your hand.

He shifts on the bed so he’s no longer leaning on you, instead he lies on his side next to you “That was so good, love. Thank you” he says as he wraps his arms around you, dragging you down so you’re lying too.

You cup his face: “you worked hard, you deserved it” you kiss him deep and slow. He pulls you closer and falls asleep with you in his arms.  

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

The Greatest Show (Pre corruption Shadow Milk cookie x Reader)

Imagine being the assistant of the smartest cookie to have ever walked earthbread. Imagine having the honor of working side by side with a cookie whom holds all knowledge. Imagine being part of so many magnificent shows by his side. Well, this isn't an imagination for Y/N cookie. They were the most trusted cookie of Blueberry Milk cookie, after all.

To work side by side with him was the highest of honors. He was smart, funny and frankly the best companion to work with. He had the most wisdom in all of earthbread and obviously that drew a lot of cookies to come see him. Y/N cookie themselves, as the great cookies assistant, also greatly admired him. And he knew it. He was kind and caring with them and when he wished to have company under the night sky it was always Y/N cookie who'd be there. The two had grown close and it was undeniable that both were fond of each other.

This relationship didn't go unnoticed though. Many cookies wanted to be in Y/N cookies place. They yearned being so close with a cookie such as Blueberry Milk cookie, and seeing someone like Y/N cookie get that privilege on a silver platter sparked some envy amongst them. What did Blueberry Milk cookie even see in them? Wouldn't he rather have a cookie stronger than them? What use does this cookie even have to him? The cookies grew to resent the assistant for having an opportunity they couldn't. This hatred grew more and more and as time past they practically wanted the cookie dead.

"Y/N cookie. Can I speak to you for a moment?"

Y/N cookie turned to face Blueberry Milk cookie when he asked that. They were in his study and were looking through some scrolls for what had been a decently quiet 30 minutes, so the question was a bit sudden. Nevertheless, they nodded.

"Of course. What can I do for you?"

"Have you noticed? The other cookies seem to have grown bitter around you. Do you know why?"

Y/N cookie stayed silent for a moment. It would be a lie to say that this went unnoticed by them. The other cookies seemed to dislike them now, and they didn't know why.

"No. I'm unsure why. As far as I know, I haven't done anything to them. It's strange, really. What could've sparked such hatred towards me?"

"Who knows. It might just have to do with the fact that you're my assistant."

"Really? how so?"

"If you think about it, many cookies would want to be in your shoes, have your position beside me, let's say. It might just be that they envy you for this."

Blueberry Milk cookie looks out the window for a bit in deep thought. Many cookies yearned the position Y/N cookie had. So much that it's turned into envy and resentment towards them. If this wasn't dealt with eventually, then they might be at risk of physical harm. The thought alone scared Blueberry Milk cookie. Those other cookies didn't understand his deep connection with Y/N cookie. And they never will if they choose to hurt them.

"Y/N cookie, do me a favor will you."

"Yeah?"

"Please keep an eye out for any suspicious behavior from the cookies. I don't want to assume they'd do something bad, but it's best to stay safe rather than to regret it in the end. Will you please do that for me?"

"I will. Thanks for the concern."

"Good. It's getting late, I think it's best for you to go to bed for the night. I'll finish up here."

"Alright then. Goodnight Blueberry Milk cookie."

"Goodnight Y/N cookie."

As Y/N cookie walks through the long halls to their room, they can't help but feel something is off. They turned around to check if thy were being followed several times but there was nothing. Once they were finally close to their room there was the sound of something falling over behind them. They turned around to see a butler cookie, frozen in place and staring at them. He let out a sigh as he stood up straight.

"Ah, caught your attention. A slip up on my end, my apologies."

He said it so casually, like this was normal. Y/N cookie stepped back, the feeling that something was off was now at it's peak. He was up to something, they just know it. Why else would he have tried so desperately to be unseen.

"What do you want? Aren't you supposed to have gone homw by now?"

"Yes, I suppose so but it seems like there was still a bit of cleaning left to do."

Y/N cookie didn't even wanna ask what he was trying to imply. They tried stepping back again-

"!?!"

When they were stopped by some other cookie holding onto them from behind. They tried to scream, but the cookie slapped a cloth over their mouth. Their struggles started decreasing as they realized the cloth had been doused in chloroform. Soon the poor cookie had been knocked out cold and the cookie behind them, who was actually a maid, dropped their unconscious limp body to the floor. The butler joined her and both took Y/N cookie to their room, leaving them in a way that looked like they hung themselves in the closet and ultimately killing them.

Blueberry Milk cookie was worried when his assistant didn't come for work today. Something was wrong, very wrong. When he asked the maids and butlers where Y/N cookie might've been, all denied any knowledge of knowing. However, he could feel that one- no, two of them were lying. He knocked at their bedroom door.

"Y/N cookie? Y/N cookie, are you there? Is everything ok?"

No response.

"Alright, I'm coming in then. I'm gonna just hope for both our sakes you're decent."

He entered. Upon seeing that they weren't in sight, he decided to check around a bit. He checked by the bed, in the bathroom, by the closet-

"?!?-"

He froze. This wasn't happening. It wasn't happening. "Y/N COOKIE!!!"

He quickly and carefully brought the limp cold body down from where it had been hung and laid it on the floor in a panic. He tried getting a response, feeling for a pulse, doing cpr, EVERYTHING! But they never made a sound. They never moved. They never opened their eyes. They were gone.

"No... no no no no no no no- Don't do this to me Y/N cookie! This- this isn't funny!... Please... You can't- you can't be dead! You can't! You-... you..."

As the gravity of what happened settled in, he broke down in tears, hugging the lifeless body of his assistant. How... How could this be happening... Why... Why was this happening... they couldn't be dead... He wasn't gonna believe it. He can't believe it.

"You're not dead..." he whispered to himself.

"You're not dead- you're just... sleeping... Yeah... yeah, you're sleeping!"

The broken cookie was now lying to himself. He kept going. Kept insisting they were still alive, that they were still there. This lie became a delusion for him. When he finds out who dare trick them into thinking Y/N cookie died- oh he won't even give them a chance to explain! Heck- did it matter anymore if they're still alive? They ARE still alive! And this time he will protect them from the other cookies! The only way to make sure nobody ever hurt his assistant again was by making sure he controlled EVERYTHING they did. Yeah... Yeah! He'd control them and make sure they'd never hurt Y/N cookie again!

As for Y/N cookie, they were kept in a special room where their dough would never crumble or mold. A place where they could live forever. A place to stay until Blueberry Shadow Milk cookie could wake them up.

If they could ever wake up that is.

[thankyoudanielfest]

Thank you, Daniel! Fest – First wave roundup post.

Here's the second wave roundup post.

Did you feel that outpouring of love yesterday? That was all the creativity unleashed within the first reveal wave of our fest! As promised, here's the roundup post so you don't miss out on anything!

Fics:

The Designated Alternate Universe Driver (DAUD) by @fiveredlights

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 483 words (chapter 1/2)

Daniel doesn't pass out when he finds out who the 2025 DAUD is. Benjamin wishes he did. There was a whole bet going. 

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In The Eye of a Hurricane (there is quiet) by @shineon3

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 5,1k words (complete)

Max is the one who gets the call. He steps outside to take it, surprise and shock bleeding through his body language. Daniel watches over him until he comes back inside the small coffee shop, flashing him a small smile. “Good news?” “Great news,” Max’s grin widens. Or: Love, healing, and all the ugly in-between.

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Putting Cares To Rest by @sillystappen

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 2,8k words (complete)

Daniel has changed the way his room looks quite a bit this year. OR f you want 100 words(ish): The 2024 season has not been kind to Daniel, in fact he doesn't know if Formula 1 ever was. The narrative seems to have doomed him from the start. Part of him wants to beg, to scream, to cry that his time is not over, that he can still be one of the greats. But he's being realistic, and despite the hurt he knows that it's all good and done. He's going to let it all go, change his point of view, and move forward. What else can he do?

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Late night pick-up by @sequinsandfins

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 4.7k words (chapter 1/2)

Ricky Bob Motors is a full service garage. Daniel likes hot guys and hot cars, and luckily for him, he is not in short supply of either. When he finds a hot guy who likes to be fucked over the hood of his own car, even better.

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Worth Everything by @beth1814

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 2,4k words (complete)

After Singapore, Daniel went home to Australia, Max shows up after Abu Dhabi saying he is retired. Does Daniel risk everything and admit his feelings to Max?

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a star in the face of the sky by @champagneshoey

girl!Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 4,8k words (ongoing)

Always the media’s darling, endless articles get published in the wake of her departure. She doesn’t need to read them all. She knows they draw the same conclusion: The future of women in Formula 1 does not include Danielle Ricciardo.

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Get It Right Back by @overtake

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 6,6k words, (chapter 1/4)

Daniel grips cold porcelain between his fingers and watches the veins in his hand push against the skin with the effort. He takes one long, deep breath and takes stock of himself. His hair is freshly cut. His suit is tailored perfectly. When he smiles at his reflection, he can see a brief glimpse of the guy who once had a C over his chest and skated more naturally than he walked. Toronto is going to be different, he promises himself. If this is his last chance at a Stanley Cup, he isn't leaving without a fight.

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formless shape by anonymous

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 3,3k words (complete)

One week after he comes home for real (for good, maybe), Daniel makes himself text Max, even though thinking about anything and anybody related to F1 feels like raking himself over hot coals. It wasn’t Max’s fault, even if, in the end, Max wasn’t enough to save him. Or: a story about an alternate Daniel who isn't living his best life after he gets kicked out of F1 and needs a little help getting there.

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growing sideways by @thewindowatkirkland

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 20,8k words (complete)

“We’re in Monaco,” Max says, “and you haven’t lived in either of those places for a very long time, Daniel. Since 2013.” It must be fucking amnesia, Daniel reasons, because when he went to bed last night it was July 2012. And here a grown up Max Verstappen is, telling him 2013 was a very long time ago. OR: daniel wakes up in a bed he doesn’t recognise, next to a man he doesn’t know.

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tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow – podfic by @tkaptains, fic by whimsicule

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, 1.5 hours (chapter 1/3)

But before Max leaves them all in the dust, it’s Daniel’s turn. It has to be. Christian doesn’t get to decide that it isn’t. Because Daniel has given his all to this team, and he has waded through shit for this team, and this – retirement after fucking retirement – cannot be the end of the road. He deserves – no. He has earned it; to be there when this shitbox of a car finally improves and the gap to Mercedes closes. So despite a voice in the back of his mind saying, get out while you still can, dipshit – Daniel is staying at Red Bull.

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Edits and creations:

Daniel and the shoey by @overtake

Daniel themed necklace by @alasarys

All good, All Ways embroidery by @pitforwets

Music video by @notthehardtyres

Please show some love to everyone who participated! All of the people above have done an incredible job and we applaud them.

There is of course more to come but all in due time ❤️ See you on 24th of December for the second reveal wave!

[deangirlsstuff67]

Her Biggest Fan

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: Who doesn't love a good fantasy or escape from our normal lives. When Y/N started this online adventre she never dreamed it would land her smack dab in the path of her favorite actor. Is there a chance this fantasy might become reality? And will the reality live up to the fantasy?

Warnings: fluffy Jensen, talk about divorce, talk about trauma, language, some dirty talk

Authors Note: I love Jensen and his family. This is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only. I am currently going through a divorce and I decided to pull from it and work out some trauma I have. I hope you enjoy, this is becoming a series so buckle up cause I have some wildly unhinged plans ;)

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Divorce is hard. Doesn't matter if you did it for your happiness, to remove yourself from a toxic relationship, or if you're like me and had absolutely no say in the matter what so ever.

The first few months you feel like your suffocating in your own house. The walls feel as if they are going to cave in and you aren't able to focus on anything what so ever. If you're like me then you went from what you thought was a loving marriage with two beautiful kids, to being a single parent in a blink of an eye.

Shit is rough!

Do I blame my ex husband for leaving me? Yes, in the beginning I did. However, as the months went on and I started to see him for who he truly was and how he treated people, lets just say my ex best friend did me a favor when she stole my husband and broke up my family.

Bitch can keep him now.

No matter how healed you are from the trauma a toxic marriage causes a person, when he has the kids and it's just you, the loneliness sets in.

We're human and all humans hate being alone with our darkest thoughts and demons. Sure I own a farm, work a full time job, and have an amazing best friend who talks with me daily and gets me out doing stuff. And yes I know I'm better off single than wanting my ex or anyone like him in my life.

But I still get lonely. I still crave someone who will put me first and wants to worship the ground I walk on. I mean who doesn't want love in their life.

That's the goal ain't it? Big beautiful family, love someone until you're old and gray, watching your kids grow up and start families of their own, and enjoy life to it's fullest.

Well I had that, for a little while at least. It was great and I will never regret my marriage, I just don't know if I want to risk it all again on the possibility it may go to shit on me.

So instead of getting out there and starting to date and find someone to be with, I did the oppisite. I started a second phone account and I created a fake identity for online purposes and created an OnlyFans account.

I have no one in my life that will get jealous, be offended, or cause problems because of it. I have always been the type of woman who not only enjoyed porn for my own personal use, but I never stopped my ex husband from watching it when he was away.

Look all you want, it was always the touching that pissed me off.

While I'm not ashamed of what I'm doing, I have a family and friends just like the next person and they don't need to know. I'm a grown ass woman and if I want to have some fun online so fucking be it.

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6 Months Later.

"How much money have you made from it?" Yes I caved and I ended up telling my best friend, to be fair her and I have no secrets. I hate secrets, I'm a honest person and there are times when even that's a problem, more so because I don't care who's feelings I hurt.

Don't want the truth, don't ask me then.

Shockingly enough I've done very well, way better than I thought I would. Guess it helps that I don't have anyone but my kids to worry about so I can give mt regulars the attention the pay for. Most of them just want to get off, easy enough considering I have been named the queen of sexting with them all.

Some of them are just looking for a person to talk to and enjoy their company. Either way I'm happy with both sides of the business.

Sitting on her front porch as we watch our kids ride their bikes and play together has been the highlight of my week. I love this woman to death and will forever be grateful after my ex best friend detorying my family, I was sent an angel like her. She doesn't judge me, she listens, makes me smile and laugh, helps me out as much as she can, and s there for my kids as much as she is for me.

Couldn't ask for a better friend if I tried.

"I'm doing pretty good. Made about $2000 last month alone. Funny how a silly little hobby out of boredom blossomed into a second career." inhaling a puff of my smoke, i hear my kids laughing as they climb a tree in the field across from us.

She starts laughing, "look at you go. Soon you'll be able to tell that ex husband to keep his money cause you won't need the child support."

That is the goal. Always was. He has a funny way of thinking because he gives child support monthly that means he still has a huge say in what I am allowed to do and go. Honestly, he still wants me to treat him like my husband and well that's not happening.

Needless to say we end up in a lot of fights that eventually result in a phone call or text message from him saying how he over reacted and he is sorry. Same old shit just a different day. He walked away from me and for some reason that just hasn't sunk into his head, he figures he can have a girlfriend and wife, again I ain't that girl.

Don't get me wrong, should he pay child support absolutely, but I was raised to be independent and to provide for my family. Not to mention it will bring me so much joy the day I tell him to shove his money where the sun don't shine because I don't need it anymore. Making him feel completely useless in my life is my goal, I'm going to show him that I don't need him to survive.

Just then my work phone goes off indicating I have a text message. Smiling I respond to Jay.

Jay: Hello beautiful. How's you're day going?

Me: Well hello handsome. It's going well, just hanging out with my bestie on her porch enjoying a glorious summers day.

Is he handsome, I got no idea. Jay is one of the guys I text daily. While we definitely have had our share of fun at night together making each other cum even though we are in two different countries, he is one of those men who wants a friend just as much as he wants release.

He's sweet, charming, kind, funny as hell, and if I believe what he says then he's a Texan boy born and raised. He won my heart right there, this country girl loves her some Texans.

However, the internet is where people go when they don't want to be known. Is Jay his name? I don't know. I haven't asked for a photo, all I've seen is his large hard cock when I'm teasing him all day before letting him cum. I respect that he probably doesn't want me know who he is and I'm okay with that. Hell not like I'm using my real name anyways.

I've grown attached to him in a way. He's definitely my favorite client. Maybe in another life we could meet and it would be heaven, but this is what I get and I'm okay with that.

Man for all I know he's married.

"Oh uh, I know that look, Jay's texting isn't he?"

"Oh shut up woman! But yes he is."

"Still have no idea what he looks like hey?"

"No."

"Just ask for a photo." God this is why I love her, she's exactly like me. No sugar coating shit, straight to the point every time and I am so thankful for it.

"Why? This way I have my fantasy and he has his. Hell I can pretend he's Jensen fucking Ackles and I'll never know the difference."

She burst out laughing, "really, you think Jensen is texting with you and randomly found you're OnlyFans one day?"

I join in on the laughing, she's right it sounds stupid, but hey it's a fantasy and nothing more, "no I don't, I'm not that crazy, but the fantasy is fun to dive in to."

"Yeah, okay I give you that."

My phone dings again.

Jay: It's killer in Texas today, summer is not our friend here.

Me: Haha I can only imagine from what you've told me. I still think it would be fun to live there.

Jay: I think so, but I'm bais. So just porch sitting with the bestie today?

Me: Hell yeah, momma deserves a break every once in a while. What about you?

Jay: I'm going out to the brewery today and meeting some buddies to hangout. Nothing spectacular.

Me: Man who makes his own beer, add in a whiskey distillery and you'd be the perfect man lol.

Jay: I'll keep that in mind sweetheart. Whiskey girl huh?

Me: Oh 100% nothing better in my eyes. Sitting outside once the kids are in bed, watching the sun set, whiskey in hand and nothing but the quiet of the night.

Jay: Damn that sounds amazing.

Jay: Your ex giving you anymore trouble?

Yeah you've told him about your ex husband. Lately, he's been unpredictable and grumpy more than he's not. You aren't shocked and you can handle his mood swings like a champ considering the 12 years you shared together. Mainly it just annoys the living piss out of you now.

Me: Nah, I put him back in his place where he belongs. Fucker don't scare me and he knows it. I hold all the power as much as he doesn't want to admit it.

You'd agreed to be civil and so far for the most part he was. Then you started going out and having fun while he was stuck at home with her being bored. The anger and resentment started to kick into overdrive. He started to come to the realization that he gave you all the freedom he was craving in life, and all he did was dump you for a more controling woman.

I mean the man can't even text you with her wanting to know ever detail of the conversation. Not like he actually tells her. Yet another reason I won't take him back, he's literally doing the same shit to her that he did to me, and she's dumb enough to by all his lies.

Most of the time you just have to not so gentle remind him he has a criminal record that you can bring to light in a courtroom and he would instantly lose everything and that usually shuts him the hell up for a while.

He's only saving grace is our kids we have together, if it wasn't for them I would have taken him to the cleaners the moment he left me for her.

Jay: Good girl. He needs to remember who left who in this situation.

Me: You can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink Jay. I knew what was going to happen with this divorce. I know who I married so it never shocks me.

Jay: You still shouldn't have to deal with it.

Me: We have a farm and kids together, I'll be dealing with it until the day one of use finally croaks. You're sweet though for checking in on me and making sure I'm okay.

Jay: This may have started off as a way to release pent up frustration for me, but sweetheart you have grown on me. I couldn't imagine going a day without checking in on you. I know how that sounds considering we don't know each other and you've only seen my dick.

Me: It's a pretty amazing dick ;)

Jay: Awe, thank you honey. I wish there would be a day where I could show you just how amazing this dick truly is. Cause the things I want to do to you with it will probably seal my fate into Hell.

Me: Naughty boy. I do like the sounds of that though.

Jay: Probably should show you my face before that happens lol. I'm off baby girl, I'll text you in a while. Have a fun day relaxing with your kids and friend.

Me: You too Jay! Xx

Just then all 4 kids come running over to you together screaming how they are starving to death. You look at your friend and you both chuckle. Guess that means we are done relaxing for a moment. Off to make some lunch for us all.

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